The culmination of the great atomic war between the warring nations of China and America struck a deathknell for a world alreadey ravged by war and famine. Many countries were in such a state of ruin before this day of fire and death, many offerd no shelter to thier desperate inhabitants and no safehavens from the cruelty of the wars aftermath.

One such place was once the centre of the greatest empire ever to spread across the old world, this once great nation was ravaged by petty wars over dwindling rescources and civil unrest. Great Britain, a major combatent in mans bloodiest wars was layed to waste by a war so devestating and final that not even this nation of such resiliance and self sustainance could sustain itself.

On the day the world died and atomic fire rained down on men women and children alike British citizens had none of the shelter of other nations, most perished in the clouds or faded to nothing in the aftermath. The mongrol pheonix that arose from the ashes of this once grat island nation was forever twisted and savaged from the craze of the radiation. Many fled oversees from the cruel wrath of these new creatures, those who stayed were slaughterd by the ever increasing hordes of mutants and monsters.

As America has healed itself from the devestation wraught on itself curiosity has risen over the fate of her once great alie, curiosity has turned to endevour as a mercanary group hijacked an enclave vertibird and set out to map the ruiend island nation.

You are part of this group of intreped explorers and these are your tales.

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Franz looked at the group of his most trusted gaurds and firends, all had served him extremely well in the past and all had a connection to the forogtten land they were hurtleing towards. the group was silent and many of them had never met before at length, Franz knew that he would need a complete team mentality to succeed in this unkown environment. Franz cleard his throat authorotively, the group turned thier heads.

" Freinds and colleagues, ladies and gentlemen we find ourselves at the start of a road. This road leads to glory, this road leads to fame, this road leads to Great Britain. We dont know how hard the land was hit and we dont know what remains of the populace or what sort of welcome we can expect. You are all my most trusted luitenants and as such have been controling seperate wings of my force never coming into contact with eachother and only being answerable to me. In this harsh land you will need to be able to rely on eachother and put complete faith in the hands of the group, get to know eachother, learn eachothers stories and struggles. By the time this airship lands you will each report to me a new fact about your team mates. Get talking."

Franz's voice was hoarse and raw after shouting over the whirring blades of the stolen vertibird. Franz knew each of his explorers would be driven to excel at every task given, this was thier greatest strength. Franz lay back shut his eyes and dreamed of the snowy peaks of the mountain he craved to climb.

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ok guys get going, i hope this is a fun experience for us all

Reserved for a post, as I have to go to do some things, great to see this has finally started up!

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I looked at the others and gave a small smile, this was typical, I was a ghoul among smoothskins. I decided that I'd better not converse straight away, as being the first one to talk never really worked when your flesh kept falling off your face every Month... I gave a small chuckle, I decided to talk to our leader, Franz, I moved a little towards him while the others mulled among themselves. He had his eyes closed and I gave a small smile at what he might be thinking about.

I spoke slowly but loudly, "Hello... Sir, or Franz, whichever you prefer, you told us to talk to people no? I don't know if anyone else here might not like ghouls... So, sir, I thought I'd talk to you," every time I said sir I gave a small smirk. I turned serious though, "If you need to know something about any of us then I'm your man... Or ghoul, whatever, it doesn't seem like anyone else is really completely interested in talking to a ghoul at the moment..." I trailed off and turned around.

I gave a small chuckle and turned around, "You remember me right sir? I'm Steven, Steven the ghoul that's explored just about every irradiated area in the Wastes, good money I must say..." I trailed off, Franz hadn't opened his eyes yet, I still smiled though. I knew Franz, he'd talk when he felt like it, or no at all, either way, I guess I could pull something out of one of our old conversations from the last year that we'd known each other... Who knows?

OOC: Just so you know, I edited my post AND I may not be on tomorrow, the next day, the day after or maybe the day after that as well. I have to go to a 21st, my last chance to make a speech at a Sis' 21st... Oh and sorry about the double post!

After Franz's speech, I looked up from the point on the floor at which I had been staring, snapping back into reality, having been lost in thoughts of my previous adventures. Giving a cursory glance to each of the other people, I noticed Steven talking to Franz, who seemed to be in some sort of trance.

I stepped over to the pair and coughed softly, drawing Steven's attention. I'd only ever encountered two other Ghouls during my Wasteland adventures (ones who hadn't gone feral, anyway), and both had proven to be rather interesting characters, so I decided to take the chance that he would be too.

"So, Steven, I know I've never really pvssyd openly to you or any of the others here, so I'm not too certain what a good choice of topic would be, but I reckon we have at least one thing in common, and that's a relatively thorough knowledge of the Wasteland. So, what'd be the most interesting, or intriguing, place you've encountered in your travels, and why?" Steven seemed surprised at the approach at first, but recovered and sat in thought for a minute, considering the question...

It was an odd idea, flying across an ocean to explore a land that hasn't had much of any contact for centuries. The thought also intrigued Kristy, although her lineage was from a land further east. She wasn't worried about that, she was in it for the adventure.

Kristy listened to the speech Franz delivered, he seemed to truly believe Great Britain would bring a better future. When she first heard about his idea she didn't think it would happen, but now she couldn't doubt it. Somehow he had gotten his hands on an Enclave Verti-Bird. If that wasn't dedication, Kristy didn't know what was.

Following Franz's orders Kristy approached one of the other mercs and said, "I'm Kristy Kozyar, What's your name?" her slight Ukrainian accent leaking into her speech.

((OOC: I left that open, so whoever is on can talk to my character.))

After listening to Franz's speech Iain looked back at his Bible and read a chapter. While reading a women about the same age as him walked over and said to him, "I'm Kristy Kozyar, What's your name?"
Iain stood up and shook her hand, "My name's Iain Scott, good to meet you Kristy."
The girl looked quite tough, as everyone else on board. So far everyone seemed ok.

Iain sat back down and continued reading his Bible. He was not afraid of this mission.

I shall fear no evil.

OOC: Who is flying the Vertibird, by the way? Maybe I missed it but I didn't see that skill listed in anyone's charsheet...

OOC: OOPS!!!! lol, very logical thinking. Hmmmm, prove to me vertibirds are not autoplioted and i'll think of something lol

OOC: Look http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Vertibird. It doesn't state anything about whether it's autopiloted or not, but this extract: "In the Fallout 3 DLC Broken Steel, you can fly in one for the first time as the last part of the mission." This indicates that it does require a pilot. Also, one of the images in that article shows the cockpit with two empty seats... As a solution, I'd be happy to take over the responsibility, will just modify my charsheet, if that's okay with you? Or we could recruit someone...

I looked at the man who'd spoken to me, I thought for a minute and I gave a small smile. I looked at him, "Well, you know me as Steven but I'm afraid I can't remember your name... You get bad memory after you live past everyone else. But, to answer your question, I'd have to say that irradiated hole up in the Northern Wastes, somewhere near a small town, it had a little shack in the middle of the place. Filled to the brim with laser and plasma weaponry, loved the loot from that."

I chuckled, "I took as much as I could carry, convinced the guy that it was true, he came as close as he could and I brang all the stuff out to him, made about 3,000 caps out of it, good work..." I trailed off as I looked at him, "Now, a little refresher, what's your name? I got bad with names about 5 years ago... Oh and what's the most interesting place you've been to? D.C's a hellhole but most people love exploring it... And dying." I laughed as I remembered the stories I'd heard of.

Franz had been quietly listening to the conversation happening around him, these two had a good manner and that would be invaluable to the mission but none of the others had struck up any conversation yet. As the topic of discussion iturned to favourite places in the wasteland Franz couldn't help but tell a story of his own. " I once found a plac ein the wasteland like no other I can think of, warm food, nice people and a proper view on what it means to be a family. The people there offered me a place to stay for the night and a meal in my belly. They also had nice radio, I took that after I killed them where they slept. Shame i couldn't get that damn shed or basemant open, must have had some damn good loot in there. Andale I think the place was called." Franz stayed in position leaning back with eyes closed the whole way through talking. " PILOT! HOW LONG TILL WE SEE THOSE WHITE CLIFFS WE HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR!" Franz had to shout to be heard. He had chosen to come the long way around wrapping around the coast to dover for a glimpse of the iconic white cliffs of dover. 'Not long now' Franz mused to himslef.

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OOC: I am very aware of the secret of Andale.

Lauren sat and watched the rest of the group interact, maybe she could pick up facts on the team without actually interacting with them. Maybe not their names though. That'd be a problem. She sighed, finishing off her bottle of beer she took from the Brass Lantern before leaving and chucking it behind her. She stood up and decided to mingle though she was unsure of who to talk to.

Great. She thought. Without a partner again.

Lauren shifted uncomfortably on the spot. The rifle she usually had on her back was taken away as it was property of the Brass Lantern rather than her own. The missing weight made her feel uncomfortable as if the rifle was a part of her. She smirked as she remembered some people had said that exact same thing. She'd have to acquire another one as soon as possible.

Lauren sighed with relief when Franz started telling his story, saving her from unnecessary banter. As the story progressed that relief soon turned to anxiety. She glanced at some of the other members of the team to gauge their reaction.

Kristy felt a little awkward, Iain had introduced himself and then quickly returned back to reading his book. The act caught Kristy a little off guard, and the only thing she gathered from him was that he read a book called 'The Bible'. She looked around and noticed another girl that was a brunette with spiky hair who looked as uneasy as Kristy felt. She stared at her for a while longer than she wanted to for some reason. Soon the two made eye contact. Feeling even more awkward Kristy decided it would be best to introduce herself.

"Hi," she paused, "I'm Kristy Kozyar, its nice to see another woman on the team."

After listening intently to Steven's story, and considering his question for a minute, I returned the smile and spoke. "The name's Caleb. Caleb Grey. And as for the place? Well, from those DC hellholes which are always a surprise - you never know what you're going to see next, Raiders, Supermutants or Ghouls - I'd have to say the Our Lady Of Hope Hospital - crammed full of Supermutants, and some decent loot, but nothing a couple of well-placed forty-five's and a bit of intuition can't solve. And then there was that merc team that got themselves pinned down on the roof - helped them out of there, got a geomapper and some combat armour out of that, but flogged it to Crow and Crazy Wolfgang, and got myself an extended clip mod for my rifle."

I patted my trusty .308 that was slung across my shoulders. "As for the Wastes - I don't know if you've been there, but there's a Raider camp over at Evergreen Mills - I did a little night op there with my previous group, I picked most of them off from a nearby hill, but when we made our way down there to loot, we made the mistake of opening the massive locked gate in the middle - I don't know if you've ever encountered a Behemoth before but I tell you, I put a couple of rounds in that thing and it just kept coming, almost knocked me off my feet before I managed to get behind a boulder - then James, our heavy gunner, took it's knees out with his Avenger, brought it down mighty quick - and I finished it off with a round to the back of the skull - apparently the only other weak spot."

I stopped for a moment, reminiscing, then snapped out of it and finished my story, as I heard Franz shouting for the pilot. "Well, it was nice to get to know someone, but I have a feeling the autopilot on this thing isn't all that trustworthy - better get back and see if we're still on course." I walked over to the cockpit and glanced at the positioning module. "ETA 30 minutes, Franz!" I shouted over to the captain. I returned to the pilot's seat and adjusted course slightly - we were a few degrees out of planned trajectory - then closed my eyes and sat back to enjoy the last minutes of the ride.

OOC: Okay, looks like I'm the pilot, if everyone's okay with that?

If this dies, I'll make sure to annoy each and every one of you for as long as I know you.

no-one is posting anything andy, you, manta-style and me cant carry it ourselves. ah f it

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Franz's eyes snapped open as he felt the shudder of the vertibird touching down on british soil. The captain had slept since he passed what was left of the cliffs, the once glorious symbols of british pride and patriotism were now piles of rubble slowly being consumed by the ravenous sea.

Franz lept to his feet, suddenly full of energy. " Thats it ladies and genltemen we are now at the gates of an empire. You are embassadors of the wastes, so conduct yourselves accordingly....and remember to fill your pockets with as much tech as you can, Adventure doesn't pay the bills." Franz could see the exitement in his mens faces, he could barely contain himself. Franz walked backwards out of the opening verti-bird ramp, smiling to his crew as he turned.

The land was as different from the wastes as he could have imagined, before him a wild tropical jungle spread as far as the eye could see. Huge ancient bark trunks wrapped thier way around huge ruined peaks of concrete and glass. Dissused roads were cracked and scatterd with old cars, tropical bushes and climbing trees and vines. The air was hot, heavey and humid, sapping stength from the explorers. Huge billboards shouted advertisments for products long since gone, emerald green pools of stagnant radioactive water pooled around houses abondoned for an age. a great structure loomed in the distance just behind a huge green sign " Welcome to Birmingham."

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OOC: not the best entry but it gets it rolling again, Andy if no-one replys do you want to change this to a joint FF???

Man, we can do it ourselves!

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I opened my eyes as I felt the vehicle touch down, I got up slowly after Franz and listened to him give his little speech, I gave a small smile at the thought of following him on an adventure over this place. I was pumped and ready, wanting to go on this adventure, it was a difference to the dreariness of the Capital Wastes, as I followed Franz down the ramp I let my mouth hang open, this was so... So... Different!

It... Had green, it was still hot though, the destroyed cars and buildings in the distance surprised me, this was nothing like I'd expected it! I laughed a little, "So, this is the famed Britain huh? I was expecting a bigger group of tribals to come and kill us with their British technology... Oh, and what about the Scottish? I'd like to check out my ancestral home some time." I gave a small smile as I looked across the land, it filled me full of energy to look across the place where my ancestors must have walked.

I grinned again, hoping that this place would be better than the Wastes.

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OOC: Sure man, it's a good opening start, mine was worse, I'm not into the British flow yet... I'll give it time, and if no one replies, we can always kill everyone else, or let them live, and turn it into a Fan Fiction, sure.

OOC: Give them a day to post.

OOC: I got school right now, so I can't post for a while. Please don't drop me, please. :mellow:

kool, i wont

When the group first took off Kristy tried to count the hours, but as the expanse of water only grew larger to her she had fallen asleep. As the Verti-Bird neared the large island she stirred. As Franz delivered a few last orders before they landed Kristy began reaching for her belongings she had stowed beneath her seat.

Last she slung her MINIMI over her shoulder, and rested her arm on it with her father's Five-seveN resting comfortably under her arm. Then the door opened, and the warm, dirty air greeted them to Great Britain. Kristy was one of the last to exit the Verti-Bird, and as she did she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Great Britain was a jungle of trees and plant life, growing over the rubble of the ancient, fallen buildings. Then a thought hit her, If the plant life is so much different than the wasteland, what will the animal life be like?

Kristy didn't dwell on the thought for much longer as she awaited Franz's orders. Eagerness filled her, a new land laid before the mercenaries, and with it, new riches and experiences.

OOC: Looks like we have at least one other person... :shrug: We shall wait and observe, I have nothing to post about so... :shrug:

Looks like its us three, working on my next post atm.

OOC: Man, I just typed this whole thing out and then my browser died... Oh well.

After securing the Vertibird at our landing spot and locking the controls, I stepped out into the sunlight and called over to Franz. "Make a note of our position on the geomapper if you haven't already, the 'bird is secure, although if you plan on using it again we shouldn't leave it here unattended for too long." After receiving an acknowledging nod from our leader, I turned my attention to the new and alien landscape that lay before us.

Vast tracts of uncontrolled jungle, growing wildly in all directions covered most of the terrain, permeated occasionally by a ruined building or street. In the distance the terrain appeared to be more hilly, undulating across the horizon, the line broken here and there by a bomb crater or burnt-out shell of a building. Jungle, I thought to myself. This is going to be interesting. Apart from the physical appearance, the air here seemed cleaner, most probably due to the mass of plant life, and as a result of that, the sun shone more glaringly than in DC.

I unslung my rifle and pulled back the bolt. The chamber was empty, and the magazine was still full. I pulled the mag out and slid the bolt forward again, clicked it back in and slung it back around my shoulders, then walked over to where the others were standing around Franz, who was evidently preparing to address us, took out a cigarette, lit up, and waited. And so it begins, my mind murmured to itself, amidst the rush of nicotine now racing through it, the blowing of the wind and the occasional rustle of clothing as one of the others adjusted themselves.

(OOC: I'd like to continue with this aswell =] Unfortunately I'm very hungover right now so I can't exactly post anything useful.)