[Ashley Clifft]

William

The commotion outside could have woken the dead. Especially since William was monitoring the CAPone casino just in case. After all, Alex was a pain in his side for so long, why not just monitor him since obviously William couldn't kill him lest he wishes to lose the Vault's location.

From Alex's speech with the megaphone, it seemed clear that the ambassador was captured. William laughed and radioed the ambassador. "Detonate the Securitrons that are far from you."

Ambassador

"Sir yes sir!"

He pressed the button and three Securitrons detonated, sending shrapnel all over the place and hitting the ambassador square in the chest with a full force of energy. Thankfully, no shrapnel hit him. The remaining 2 Securitrons got into combat mode and started to protect the ambassador, who was downed from the force of the explosion.

[Hayley O'Gara]

Alexander Scalatti

"Oh [censored]!" Alex ducked under some barricades as the shrapnel flew in all directions, killing some innocent bystanders. The Ambassador fell to the ground from the force of the explosion.

Vlad ran out and picked up the megaphone. "That's it! Francis, Paul, get your machine guns and get into fiiring postitions!"

Vlad handed Alex a laser RCW. "Thanks Vlad, I'll be needing that." Alex reloaded he RCW and aimed it the securitrons. Vlad, Francis, and Paul were doing the same, except with different weapons.

[Add Meeh]

Steve Jenkins

Steve, the lucky man he was, happened to be standing right next to a securitron as it blew. Facing the full force of the blast, he was thrown 20 feet and through the window of CAPone. Luckily he failed in catching any large shrapnel with his face.

Cursing his luck, he pulled out his pistol and limped over to fight alongside Alex and Vlad. He might not know there agenda, but they sure as hell were better than those murderers outside.

"So," he said to Alex, "I'll be expecting payment for this."

[Taylor Tifany]

OOC: Thanks Ant1iv3, I appreciate the well-thought out and detailed post, despite you not feeling in the mood.

BIC:

Don Frank Vercelotti

"Gaaargh!" Evander yelled before throwing the whiskey bottle at the wall. It shattered upon contact.

Damn it, I just had the place renovated. Frank thought to himself, still slightly tipsy, and thus completely composed and relaxed. He watched Evander flush into a rage, and sat in a manner akin to a spectator watching a stage show.

"Gimme three. . . no, one good reason why you just did that." Evander said, jerking up from his seat. "Look outside, Frank. Is this who you want to be partner's with?"

The Don merely rubbed his eyes, and called in his waitress to clean the mess in his office, referring to it as an 'accident'. "I would appreciate it if you refrain from vandalizing my personal work space, in future" he said to Evander, forcing a smile. He remained silent as the maid wiped away the broken glass fragments with a broom. The silence gave him the time to think up a reply. He glanced outside every now and then to check what was going on behind him, but he saw little to worry about.

Once the woman was done cleaning and had left, Frank sat up in his chair. "Hopefully you've had enough time to calm down now. No more drinks for you, buddy." he said. "Now" he began. "You heard what I said to Sonia. I don't like the Enclave either, but we need them to help ward of all possible rebellions that may take place. Lake Federation isn't the only group that wants New Manhattan, you know." he reasoned. "The mayor is dead, the city is in turmoil, rebels are attacking us. This is a fact." he said. "We need all the help we can get, Im considering even getting the elections postponed until after this crisis." he continued. "But until then, we need to protect the city. How do you expect to rule a city that isn't in your control?" he asked, looking Evander right in the eyes. "Alone, you can't do anything. I can't do anything. Snowe can't do anything, and the Enclave can't do anything. We need to unite, it will be a shaky alliance, but it's necessary." he announced, solemnly. "Really now, imagine the city is in your control now, like the mayor; Lake Federation would walk all over you. With Gauss Project and Mafia on Manhattans side, atleast we've succeeded until now. New Manhattan Army alone is no match for the combined forces of all other factions, and you know it." he completed. "Now, one final time, Im giving you the chance to join us, and help fix the city. Atleast until the crisis is behind us. What do you say?" he asked, leaning further forward in anticipation of a reply.

[Brian Newman]

OOC: Like O.M.G. this menu is so glossy! I love it!

Evander Jamison


Evander pondered it for a minute. Frank did have a point, what with all the different armies out and about the city, Evander wouldn't last long as mayor, but at the same time he didn't want to live in a city that was controlled by the bad guys . . . not unless he was apart of it.

"I'll keep a keen eye on everyone, and don't think for a second I'll let the Enclave make any decision regarding my people, but I'm in."

What Evander had in mind was more of an upfront liaison, a man of the people, but at least now he wouldn't have to worry about running the entire place, because he had other plans in mind. One of which was heading down to the commotion outside as soon as he was done here. What he wouldn't tell anyone however, is that this foot-up would only get him loser to the very people he now wanted eliminated, and with that he had himself a full fledged plan. He noticed the untouched glass of champagne still on the table, his champagne.

"Cheers." He said, clinking his glass roughly against Frank's before downing it completely.

[No Name]

Lyn Grave

The sound of commotion, most notably the megaphones, outside caused Lyn to awaken from her drunken slumber. She lifted her head from the small pool of her drool that was on the bar. "Glad to see you awake." The bartender piped in "I would have thrown you to the curb quite a while ago, but your dogs objected. Now that you're up, you can leave on your own. Now." The bartender was obviously annoyed, so Lyn sleepily got up and walked out. Once she exited, she glanced around to see who was making all the noise. She snapped back in fear as soon as she saw over a dozen men in power armor, weapons at the ready.
The Brotherhood found me! She immediately thought. But, the power armor didn't look like the kind the Brotherhood wore. Wait, that power armor looks like the kind that that mean guys friend was wearing...I don't think they're with the brotherhood though... Lyn quickly ducked into an alleyway, and peered out over what seemed to be an imminent battle. Her wolves were by her side, as always, and ready to help defend her if the need came, and her rifle was in her hands, even though the small .22 rounds it fired wouldn't do squat against power armor.

[Red Bevinz]

Enclave

Stracker

You! Enclave soldiers, some non-important civies will be leaving the casino." Several civillians left the casino in a line. They ran away as fast as they could.

"We got some wasters coming out, hold fire, repeat hold your fire!"

Stracker heard two denonations from with inside the building, [censored]!.

"Talk to me CAPone, what the [censored] is going on in there?"

[Rex Help]

OOC: This overhaul is so sixy!

BIC:

Don Frank Vercelotti

Frank saw Evander pause, thinking the proposition over in his mind. Finally he opened his mouth to reply."I'll keep a keen eye on everyone, and don't think for a second I'll let the Enclave make any decision regarding my people, but I'm in."

The Don threw on his signature smile in satisfaction. He had just convinced a person to join his side. A person that was prepared to shoot him mere moments ago. And that... Is the power of suggestion. he grinned, proud of his accomplishment.

"To a better Manhattan!" Frank toasted, raising his glass of champagne. Once Evander had finished his drink, Frank dialed the Directors radio frequency in, and called him. "Good news, Director. We have another man on our side." he said, referring to Evander. "And you won't believe who it is.." he added, smirking.

[Rinceoir]

Enclave

Sutler

Sutler was in the command center of the bunker, a large room filled with terminals and databanks. He radioed Stracker.

"Stracker, whats going on in there, we need that Ambassador alive dammit!"

"Sir, a procession of wastelanders left the building followed by two detonations."

Sutler thought for a moment. "The Ambassador was accompianed by a pair of Securitrons, probably just been taken out. Keep your wits boys they're times almost up. Stupid wasteland [censored]s."

Sutler switched of the radio.

[anna ley]

OOC: Hey, hey, everybody! Great to be involved with this -- hope I do all right! And damn, this new layout is a pain.

"Dismissed, soldier," Adams barked to the now corporal, who marched proudly back down the bunker halls.

The sliding door shut, and Jack turned to face his office in all its messy glory. Text book-thick files stuck precariously out of the shelves; useless pieces of paper littered the otherwise clean floor; bottles of water lay on his desk; and other random pieces of trash dotted the place. The Colonel sighed – “Dammit, what did I do to deserve this?”

Jack Adams was proud of the Enclave, and proud of his place, but struggled to find pride within him, despite what the gruff exterior suggested. He slumped into his desk chair and stared at the bust of Augustus Autumn taking residence next to the terminal, allowing a faint smile to break across his face as he reminisced about the better days with his best friend.

“Promotions and paper work? Is this really what being leader of the world’s greatest military force is all about? Heh heh, I don’t think so.” In his love for the Enclave, Adams almost forgot to what they are reduced to. He did, however, know the reasons for their current weakness.

“We’re not taking a stand; that’s our problem, Augustus. We sit here, cosy and comfortable, when we could be renovating our country, our world! As the strong and mighty, it is our duty to take control.” Adams shuffled up his chair, motivating himself. “I think it’s time a certain someone becomes aware of this.”

The barrel chested colonel rose from his seat. “It’s time we paid the president a visit,” Jack spat with venom. Truth was, he did not hate Sulter, but he was growing tired of, what was in Adam’s eyes, his lack of decisiveness. Jack cared for the Enclave and America, not for the simple matters above the bunker which concerned simple people; the way he saw it: they should be absorbed or eliminated, immediately.

The sound of Jack’s heavy black boots on the metallic flooring brought back memories of Raven Rock. Even the smell reminded him of his old home – a magnificent vicinity, showing the Enclave’s prowess above all in every aspect. The power he felt… oh, he loved the power. One day, Jack. One day, it’ll all get better, the colonel thought as he arrived at the door of the Command Center – Acting President Sutler’s location.

He spoke through the intercom. For all the respect Adams had for Sutler’s dedication, he couldn’t really take him serious as his leader.

“Oh, great, exalted President, I think there are some important matters we must discuss. Please, do grant me authorisation to enter.”

[Lynne Hinton]

OOC: Great post Chriso, welcome to the RP This new layout stinks. Whos idea was this?

Alexander Scalatti

"Don't fire until I fire, ok squad?" Alex asked nervously as his gun was pointed at the advancing securitrons.
"Da."
"Yessir!"
"Good.."

What if I die, what will happen to Ann...you know what, I worry to damn much. Alex thought to himself. Wait, what if I threaten to kill the ambassador.
"Vlad, hold the line."
"Da?"

Alex ran into the casino and grabbed the ambassador by his hairs. He dragged him outside, took out a pistol, and whipped him on the head. He then lifted the ambassador by the hair and put a pistol up to his head.

"You GP [censored]s, come any closer and your ambassador is a dead man."

[Ice Fire]

Sutler sat in his chair in the command center of the bunker, he was the only one there, looking over a holographic map of the city. A think plume of smoke (characteristic of Sutler's appearance) had already began to form above him dispite the excellent ventillation.

“Oh, great, exalted President, I think there are some important matters we must discuss. Please, do grant me authorisation to enter.”

Sutler drained his whiskey and rubbed at his tired eye's, even the few times when Sutler felt refreshed and eager Adams found a new way to piss him off; he leaned over to intercom.

"By all means Colonel, do come in."

Sutler span around in his chair to face the now open door, Colonel Adams stood before him, a tall, well-built man, he loomed over Sutler's smaller and deteriorating frame. How Sutler wished the chain of command would grant him a less tiresome servant, but it must be followed and Sutler would never break the rules, hell, he'd served on Eden's Cabinet, he knew what that was; he also knew the Enclave was nothing without tradition, even if the titles of Joint Chiefs were meaningless if they dropped everything they would cease to be America. To him, Adams didn't understand the full picture, couldn't see in the long term, he was dealing with the near-destruction of the Enclave with his dike instead of his brain; Sutler had lived through the near-obliteration twice and would not let a hothead risk everything.

"Well Colonel?" Sutler said, taking a long drag on his cigarette.

[Sophie Payne]

OOC: This layout is a fail.
Ambassador

The ambassador was grabbed by the hair by Alex and a pistol was held to his head. He sighed, not flinching at all by the gun at his head. "All Gauss Project employees are not to be captured. To this, I salute you."

The remaining out of order Securitrons blew, sending bits and pieces of shrapnel and hit most of the ambassador with the full blunt of the explosion, shielding Alex and the other people.

William

"The ambassador is down! He's down!"
William turned around to meet the Gauss Project HQ Director square in the eye. "You mean to tell me the stand off between the Enclave and Alex ended in MY employee dying?"
"...yes sir. But he killed himself...as you trained him to do."
William smiled a bit. "Well then, we better not dilly dally and contact the Enclave near the casino now don't we? Prepare my APC transport."

[T. tacks Rims]

OOC: This layout is fail

Alexander Scalatti

"All Gauss Project employees are not to be captured. To this, I salute you."

Is this some sort of scientific code of honor? Alex wondered in his mind. Suddenly, Alex heard a faint beeping sound grow louder and louder.

"ALEX! GET THE BLOODY HELL DOWN MATE!" Paul yelled as the securitrons exploded. Vlad managed to hide behind some sandbags but Alex was caught in he open.

"[censored]!" Alex shut his eyes ready for the worst, but nothing happened. Alex looked down and saw that a piece of shrapnel had impaled the ambassador; he was dead. Alex threw his body down at the ground.

"God damnit! Now with the Enclave at their side, those GP [censored]s are unstopabble!!"
Vlad stood at walked over to Alex. "You are wrong."
Alex's faced distorted in confusion.
Paul walked over and spoke in an Australian accent. "Yea Mate, those finks down at the BOS will help us eh?"
Alex was in utter joy. "Contact em Vlad, dig?"
"Da, i'm on it."

[Eduardo Rosas]

Steve Jenkins

Gad! Crap! Steve saw the impaled ambassador on the floor, laying in a pool of blood. Once again Steve had been hit with the blast of an explosion, throwing him to the floor. He winced at the pain in his leg.

Steve walked over to the group.

"Er, guys? Mind giving me a little info on what's going on here? I got here this morning and I've already been shot once and blown up twice! I've walked into a warzone!"

[gary lee]

OOC: Zerker, waiting on your reply to my post.

[Tom]

William

William got a call from the Don. "Good news, Director. We have another man on our side." The line paused for a minute. "And you won't believe who it is.."

He leaned back in his chair and looked out of the window into the Securitron Vault. "At this point, I can believe anything."

GP HQ Director

The HQ DIrector looked out of a massive skyscraqer and surveyed the small battle between the Enclave, the Gauss Project, and of course Alex's small rag tag band of mercenaries. He grabbed a megaphone and took a deep breath before speaking into it.

"Alex Scalatti! Drop your weapons and you will live! The other friends will also live, drop your weapons!"

[Kill Bill]

OOC: Thanks for the hasty reply.

BIC:

Don Frank Vercelotti

"At this point, I can believe anything." the Director replied, on the other end of the line.

"Well get this; Evander Jamison. The store owner from a few weeks ago. He wants in!" Frank exclaimed. "He's gonna be taking charge of the city folks, so we won't have to worry about them. He has issues with the Enclave, but nothing a little mingling can't fix." he said, chuckling. "Just wanted to let you know. Also, what exactly should I have him do right now?" he asked.

[Iain Lamb]

OOC: Ugh, bit of a rubbish post, just I got a tonne of work to do. >_< Hope this works.

Adams’s gaze was instantly directed to the holographic image of New Manhattan dominating the Commander Center. Underneath the ruins and poverty, he saw a once glorious city -- an urban paradise – with the potential to be great again.

His thoughts were interrupted by Sutler. “Well, Colonel?” Regaining his focus, Jack began to walk around the room, hands behind his back, distancing himself from the president.
“By now, I think you know I’m a man who likes to keep things simple, so let me put this simply for you.” Adams turned to face the president. “It’s time to make a stand!” he exclaimed, banging his fast on the round table.

“I don’t know about you, ‘Mr President’, but I, and many of your men, are sick of squatting down here with our thumbs up our asses. You boast about our strength and our will, yet the people mock us. They see the Enclave as a pitiful band of tired old soldiers, who live as a mere shadow of their former selves. Now, you and I both know this to be a lie, so how about we reveal the truth for all to see. They will see us as we’re meant to be seen: a symbol of strength and prosperity, “ Jack said, clenching his fist. “The worthy men of this once great city will unite under our flag to create the mightiest institution the world has ever seen.”

“Let’s no [censored] each other, Sutler, we ain’t like two peas in a pod, but together, we can sparked a change.” Jack to a quick swig from the president’s whisky bottle before continuing. “All I ask is we take a few baby steps in our grand journey. Nothing major, but necessary, nonetheless.”

The colonel took a few steps closer to the president, and put out an old, rough hand. “Take my hand; before I propose anything, I want your trust. I think it’s about time we tightened our bonds, anyway, don’t you think?” Adams let slip a slight smile.

[M!KkI]

Enclave

Sutler

“By now, I think you know I’m a man who likes to keep things simple, so let me put this simply for you."

He whirled around to face him.

"It’s time to make a stand!” he exclaimed, banging his fast on the round table.

Simple, nah, too obvious... get that pudgy fist off my command console.

"I don’t know about you, ‘Mr President’, but I, and many of your men, are sick of squatting down here with our thumbs up our asses. You boast about our strength and our will, yet the people mock us. They see the Enclave as a pitiful band of tired old soldiers, who live as a mere shadow of their former selves. Now, you and I both know this to be a lie, so how about we reveal the truth for all to see. They will see us as we’re meant to be seen: a symbol of strength and prosperity, the worthy men of this once great city will unite under our flag to create the mightiest institution the world has ever seen.”

'Mr President', you are walking a tightrope Adams you fat-[censored], you want me to risk the lives of my boys just because the wastelanders think we're weak? What the [censored] is wrong with you? You think I want to squat down here in this bunker? Once again the fundemental difference in our OS. I want to kill them with science, with a genetically perfected posion after we've moved into Vault 110 and you want to start shooting and form wasteland alliances; brain versus dike once again.

“Let’s not [censored] each other, Sutler, we ain’t like two peas in a pod, but together, we can spark a change.” Jack to a quick swig from the President’s whisky bottle before continuing. “All I ask is we take a few baby steps in our grand journey. Nothing major, but necessary, nonetheless.”

You got that for damn sure... what the [censored] did you just do to my whiskey.

“Take my hand; before I propose anything, I want your trust. I think it’s about time we tightened our bonds, anyway, don’t you think?”

Do I have to compremise with this man to save the Enclave, do I have to let my boys go up topside and blow off some steam to keep things stable? I must admit the idea being in the field again is rather attractive, it's why I'm in charge now afterall. Back on the Oil Rig this wouldn't have happened, lived on that thing for generations, this is no time to dream of West.

Sutler removed his glove, stood up and shook Adam's hand over the desk, he didn't like it but maybe it was time; he finally spoke.

"Alright Adams, whatever plan you've got, like with these Gauss Project people? I'll here you out, you honestly think I want to be in this bunker, I crossed America to get back to the Enclave even after the others gave up and you think I'm incompetant and a fool. Do not cross me again, never again question my legitamacy. I walked across America from the burnt husk of Navarro with 22 enemy holotags, even a few belonging BoS Paladins too. Everyone gave up except me, I was Secretary of Homeland Security, I was on Eden's cabinet and knew he was a machine for years before Autumn spilled the beans? Do not ever emphasise 'President' or act like I'm some pompous royal ass. You want my trust and hell maybe even my support start treating me and the [censored] chain of command with some respect. Do you understand me soldier?"

[asako]

Alexander Scalatti

Alex turned to Steve, "Yup, this hellhole is a warzone. You see, many groups want control of the city, and they are willing to do anything to get it. And to make things worse for me, the leader of the group who controls the city hates me."

Suddenly, Alex noticed several snipers on the buildings above. "Drop your weapons and you will live!"

"Get behind cover!" Alex yelled. Vlad, Paul, Francis, and Alex all jumped behind a barricade. Alex pulled out his megaphone and turned it on. "How about we take our weapons and stach it where they belong in our bunker?"

Alex turned slowly to Vlad. "Get to the bunker and contact the Brotherhood. If they fire, we will fire back...go." Vlad jumped up and made a mad dash for a side street.

[Sophh]

OOC: Kind of going for a tonal shift with the Enclave so if we can say they left after they found out the Ambassador was dead and they are not spoken of that would be great. :biggrin:

[lolli]

OOC: Ok

[Gemma Archer]

“You want my trust and hell maybe even my support start treating me and the [censored] chain of command with some respect. Do you understand me soldier?"

Jack chuckled to himself. Yeah, I understand you. Damn, I can smell you, too… that breath of yours. Everyone knows of your accolades, but truth is, you know this bunker would be well and truly [censored] if it weren’t for me. Autumn and I, we were the reason why Raven Rock was so successful, and it’s me who keeps [censored] running smoothly around here. Go ahead, file my resignation, kill me; see how long you last. And think carefully before you use Augustus’s name in such a manner – after all, the camp is called ‘Autumn’s Leaves’.

Adams’s blood boiled simply at the thought of the President, but, although he’d never dare say it (or think it, for that matter), he and the Enclave needed Sutler right now, just like he needed Jack
.
Through gritted teeth, the colonel replied, “Yes, sir.” He squeezed Sutler’s hand tight before letting go and falling back into one of the Commander Center’s soft chairs.

“Now, let’s put our differences aside for five seconds and get down to business,” Jack said as he leaned over the large table with the holographic image.
“Right, we both know that, sadly, we can’t conquer New Manhattan on our own. Control, maybe, but not take over. We need to form alliances, build up relations – something we’ve neglected before. But for people to join us, we have to show strength. Problem is, we can’t just waltz in to people’s homes, [censored] the women and still their bread. No, no. Absolutely not. We’ll be hated, and we can’t be dealing with powerful enemies. Not yet, anyway.” Adams cleared his throat and wiped his nose before continuing.

“Now, make no mistake; I care not for the indigenous filth of North Wall that dirt this once great city, but we have to work with them. I spit at the thought, I really do, and I can assume you feel the same, but those… ‘people’… are the backbone of the ‘society’ above, and there’s strength in numbers. If we can gain their support, then our consolidation of power will be a much smoother process, believe me. Oh, and do not fear; the weak, the criminals, they will be dealt with… harshly. Small gangs run rampant in that area – if these pests are exterminated, we’ll be hailed as heroes, and hell, the boys will be blowing off some steam; they’re desperate for some action. We’ll be killing two birds with one stone.”

Adams, still not caring for what was technically Presidential Property, took another small swig from Sutler’s whisky. He put down the bottle and stared deeply into his superior’s eyes.
“So, are you in? It’s for the greater good – a small step on our great journey, Mr. President.” Adams leaned forward in his chair, not breaking eye contact.

[Dustin Brown]

Lyn Grave

Despite all the fighting, the first thing on Lyn's mind...was money. Her caps weren't exactly burning a hole in her pocket, and she didn't even know if anyone used ring pulls as currency out here. There seem to be a lot of groups in this city fighting for power...Maybe if I throw my aid in for one of those groups, I could get a comfortable life...Or it could be an easy way to get myself killed... Lyn sighed and shrugged. Lyn peered out from the alley to see if she could spot some sort of leader among the groups. She spotted a group, behind some cover. They look needy, I'll go with them. Lyn sighed again as she pulled a small piece of paper and a small plastic bottle out of her pocket. She wrote a quick note on the piece of paper that read:

Hello possible city authority. It has come to my attention that there is a major power struggle in the city, and that someone of my abilities would be wise to pick a side. After much deliberation, I have decided that we could be of use to each other. Meet me at CAPone at your leisure if you wish to discuss this further. The wolf that brought you this message will stay with you, for the purpose of returning a note. If you do not return a note within 2 hours, she will assume that you feel no need for passing notes and return to me.

P.S. - The wolf's name is Daisy, and she loves to be scratched behind her ears. Oh, and she only bites if you give her reason to.

Lyn folded the note and put it inside the bottle before sealing it. She then handed the bottle to the female wolf, who grabbed it with her mouth. After a reassuring pat on the back, Lyn sent the wolf running to the barricade. Within seconds, the wolf was behind the man with the megaphone, at which point she sat down and whined to gain the man's attention.