Welcome to PSO. This RP takes place immediately after Broken Steel.
The Brotherhood need a new base of operations, as rapid recruitment rates and increasing combat around the Citadel are hindering the Brotherhood's actions. The PCs are members of a unique exploratory squad, drawn straight from the best of the best. Their mission is to find a possible outpost for prolonged campaigns throughout the Capitol wasteland, and for further expansion.


Rules: From M'heree

-My say is final and I will be leading the story mainly
-Proper grammar and punctuation is required, but I don't mind semi-proper, just no "tehn i shot dem in da face" stuff.
-Don't control other peoples characters, unless your me (which your hopefully not, cause that would be weird) or have their permission.
-No uber characters. I don't think I need to ellaborate.
-Have fun smile.gif
Below is a standard character sheet. Stick to the rules during the character production.

Name:
Race:
Appearance:
Apparel:
Equipment:
Personality:
Skills:

May Steel be with you

Name: James King
Race: Caucasian
Appearance:Tall, short blond hair (surfer style). Scar along left arm- elbow to shoulder. Blue eyes, with a slightly broken nose.
Apparel: Coveralls. Fedora hat.
Equipment: Matte Black T51b Power Armour,Pre-War Soldiers Helmet. Plasma Rifle and Hunting Rifle. One Laser Pistol.
Personality:With a gung-ho attitude, James loves being in charge. His superiors have always complained about his cavalier life, but outsanding courage and efficient actions in service have saved his career many times.
Skills:Leadership, Small Guns, Sneak and Repair (extremely adept)


James fired his Plasma Rifle into the Super Mutant's head, melting the bone and flesh into green goo. Spinning round, he let a bolt fly into another mutant searing a large hole in it's leg. It stumbled forward, fell over, and ended with its head under James' boot. 'Game Over!' was the last sentence the creature heard as Paladin King put his weight on his foot. James slung the Plasma Rifle over his shoulder, and ran towards the traveller. Originally a pre-war cargo truck, he had modified it into an APC of sorts, with armoured plates around the bed and cab. Huge, bulletproof tyres were the second addition. The most recent upgrade was a turret on the tail, which could be swung out on a hydraulic arm for fire support. The radio, originally fitted but later improved, crackled.
'King, King... This is Base. We have a mission. We have volunteers. Come now.'

I got your PM =) I'd love to participate in your RP man, so I'm going to sign up. As for suggestions? I don't really see anything wrong with it. My only ideas on why no one has commented on it is a lack of members on this board atm and maybe people are getting sick of BoS/Enclave RP's? I still think they can be fun if done right, so lets do this!

Name: Edward Daily
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Tall. Toned. Medium, Bronze coloured hair. Black eyes.
Apparel: Reinforced Leather Jacket, Jeans and Aviators.
Equipment: T-45d Power Armor coloured tan brown, Barret .50 Cal Sniper. M16, .357 Magnum.
Personality: Cocky, Smart, Kind, Independent.
Skills: Sniping, Perception.

P.S Yes Edward is my favourite name (idk why) and yes I love .357 Magnums

Thanks for signing up. I hope to focus more on Raiders and other Wasteland dwellers like ghouls and mutants. BTW, any contributions would be welcome.

Im here.

Name: Alan Rice goes by Rice (don't ask me how he got from being a wanderer to BOS soldier)
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: 27, black hair that is somewhat shaggy, built small. somewhat muscular. long legs with huge calf muscles
Apparel blue bandana, hiking boots, gray dirty shirt, baggy cargo pants
Equipment:t-45 advanced power armor, 5stimpaks, 44. caliber repeater rifle, laser pistol,
Personality: Alan is very "to himself". he doesn't like to talk about himself unless he feels he has a good connection with the person he is talking to. he is fast during a fight and enjoys killing mutants, ghouls and raiders but not humans
Skills: scouting, small guns, agility

'he is fast during a fight and enjoys killing mutants, ghouls and raiders but not humans'


One problem. Raiders are Human

Nu uh... there bodies are but not there brains. i think its vault 92 or 87 or something. there brains were contaminated and they are no longer considered human in the fallout universe

(OOC- Right, lets start this baby up. BTW, M'heree, that Friend Request from GruntBuster7 is from me (Xbox).)

Jumping into the drivers section of the APC, James, twisted the keys in the ignition. He hauled the damged Enclave intel onto his lap as he drove. All about the FEV. Shame though, that he couldn't collect the samples. Turning his attention to the road, or what was left of it anyway, he spotted several raiders taking potshots. Stupid sods. Still, he had to stop them from following, as the Citadel was already under constant attack, and an army of Raiders finding the road entrance. It was concealed as a wall. No points for creativity.

May I please partake?

Name: Harley Andrews
Age: 24
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Short dark-brown hair, medium height, athletic, blue eyes, roughly shaven face.

Apparel: Combat Boots, Blue jeans, http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/1686/harleydavidsonjacketmen.jpg, http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3561/roundsunglasses3.jpg

Armor: Leather Kevlar plated chaps(pants that are worn over other pants) and Leather plated Kevlar vest.

Equipment: http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/158/fnminimi.jpg, Browning Hi-Power 9mm, Backpack, Lots of 5.56mm belts.

Personality: Nice guy, Always tries to find something to laugh about when in the worst situations, doesn't like uptight types who don't know how to have a good time and smile once in a while. Doesn't like 'show ponies' that much.

Skills: Repair, small guns, Support (heavy cover fire etc.).

(OOC-Some outdated weaponry, but good. Better get on with the story. I think I will cap it at 6 charcters.)

James fired off some smoke canisters. He sped through the cover, and round the corner of East DC's outer district. Travelling at about 100mph, the wheels gave plenty of grip on the potholed road. If only a construction team could repair some of the holes, travel times would be halved. But that would be for when DC was clear. For now. All he could do was race back to the Citadel.

Twenty minutes later, James had removed his Power Armour and was on his way to the Training Grounds. Since the Lone Wanderer had visited last, the lab had been vacant except for the Weapons Engineers. They had been working on 'The Project' for a few weeks now. Huge amounts of medical supplies had been going into the lab, and large amounts of sticky, purple liquid had been coming out. A case of this particular fluid seemed to have multiplied, as there was now a large pile of cylindrical tubes outside the car tunnels. As James stood over the ranges, he noted a scribe running to him, flanked by two alert-looking Knights.
'Paladin King, thank Steel you're here!'

Name: John Warrren

Race: African-American

Appearance: tall, brown-skinned, short black hair, and dark brown eyes that look black from far away

Apparel: Combat Armor painted dark green with the Brotherhood symbol in the center, Shady Hat, Combat Boots, night vision goggles

Equipment: Plasma Rifle, Sniper Rifle, Chinese Officer's Sword, 5x Stimpacks, 3x Rad-X, 2x Radaway, 1x Med-X

Personality: John is rather quiet, but a nice guy once you get to know him. He also has an interest in exploration, as he used to do recon in the northern Capital Wasteland.

Skills: Energy Weapons, Science, Small Guns

The scribe's intentions were clear. It was a mission. And it was a big one. Thank Steel he had the APC, or Big Barry as he called it. The scribe was short and simple. James was to scraqe together his squad, most of whom where specialists in exploration. This was entirely necessary. They would be hunting for a new base.
(OOC-M'heree, can you take over for a few days, as I will be very busy. The plot is pretty obvious, but I will PM you the rest.)

Edward

Knight Edward Daily walked out of his briefing with the scribe and thought things over. He was to be second-in-command of a new squad that was looking for a new base, or something of the sort. The leader, he had no idea of who it was, was supposedly going to be busy for a while organizing something, so he had to organize the squad. He swore and headed out to the bailey, quickly finding an initiate.

"Initiate! Find all the people," he said, while giving the kid a list of names, "and tell them to head to room 15b in the A-Ring. Tell 'em there being reassigned."

He made his way up there himself and sat down on a desk at the front. The room was a classroom, used for teaching Initiates. He sat there, waiting for his new squad mates to enter.

OOC: Sorry if you didn't want me to be 2nd in command, but why else would I be organizing the squad? lol If you want me to edit anything just tell me. =)

John was just in his room doing nothing when an Initiate came in. John said, "What do you need?" The Initiate said, "Knight Daily asked me to tell you that you're being reassigned and that you should go to room 15b in the A-Ring." John said, "Ok, thank you." The Initiate then left.

John then walked over to room 15b. Inside he found Knight Daily sitting in a desk at the front. John said, "John Warren reportng for duty, sir." He then waited for more people to show up.

Rice looked up from cleaning his rifle. The initiate ran in relaying information about meeting in room 15b in the A-ring. Rice nodded and stood up. All he brought along was his laser pistol, he would need nothing else. when he got there he saluted to the man in charge and took a seat beside another soldier.

Harley was on deployment, walking through the empty streets of the nearby Georgetown. He had a team of machine gunners and they were assigned to go through the buildings, clearing them out every few weeks. Every time they were clearing the buildings, it was the same story, raiders or wastelanders had set up in some of the buildings, sometimes the wastelanders were as hostile as the raiders. And it was Harley's job to keep the buildings empty.

Him and he's team of eight, stalked down the quiet streets, kicking each door open and moving swiftly through the houses. Then once they knew it was empty they met outside the house and continued down the street. There was a nearby electronics store that seemed to be a hot spot for squatters as it had some pretty good storage and was in a good position to defend quite easily. Thats where Harley and his team were headed.

As they moved through the streets, house after house was clear. No one had moved in since the last 'clearing'. Until the group approached as home, that had some rather strange noises coming from it, some music, horrible music. By the time Harley moved closer to the front door, it was obvious who, or what was in there. Raiders. Raiders are dumb enough to have little parties, to celebrate the fact that they're raiders. But that was not a good idea, as usually they got very drunk.

Harley decided this would be a silent bust, he would quietly open the door, the team would creep in and blast the drunk, unaware freaks. And thats exactly how it went down.

Harley slowly opened the front door, not even a creek came from the old hinges. He led the team inside silently and could hear the party louder now, coming from the nearby lounge room. The team moved to the big arch of the hallway and looked into the lounge, to see about nine drunk, stoned, naked raiders, partying like Harley had never seen in the wasteland before. Harley and his team weren't noticed by the stupid bunch of raiders, and they just watched the raiders making fools of themselves. There was no sign of any weapons, until Harley spotted a few assault rifles leaned against the far wall, far away from the raiders.

"When I fire" Harley whispered to his team, they nodded in acknowledgment. Harley pointed his FN Minimi machine gun at the raiders and said in a loud voice "Hey guys, why didn't I get an invite to this shindig? We're crashing your party!"

At that, the raiders tried to stumbled over to the guns leaning on the wall, but as soon as they moved, Harley had opened up on them, followed by his team. A few seconds after, there were nine dead raiders, most of which had been completely cut in half from the machine guns.

"Good work guys" Harley said to the team, "lets checked the rest of the house". They searched the rest of the townhouse for any more freaks, but there were none. After a few minutes of searching the lounge for anything of value, or anything of use, Harley gathered up six assault rifles, three baseball bats, four brass knuckles, a sledgehammer and a heap of caps and food. All of which would then be added to the Citadel's Armory.

The team left the house and put all the gear they had picked up into a shopping trolley that they used to carry anything they 'recover'. They continued checking each building, but the only inhabitants of these amounted to a few radroaches. The team started heading back to the Citadel, they would be back here clearing buildings in another four weeks.

I was hoping to get in on this... It looks good... Extremely so... GAH, please may I join? This looks good, I love Brotherhood, Enclave and Outcast RP's.

He did say he was going to cap it at six people, and we only have five at the moment. I'd say sign up, join in and if he comes back and doesn't want you in it (which I doubt will happen) you can just edit your posts out. You have my permission, though its not my RP =p

Okey doke, signing up for SURE.

Name: Andy (Doesn't have a last name)

Race: Hispanic

Appearance: Olive skin, dark brown eyes, serious face, long messy black hair, large build and height is 6'2.

Apparel: Simple black shirt and sweats.

Equipment: Plasma Rifle (Mid-Condition), Plasma Pistol (Good-Condition), Salvaged T51-B Power Armor (Mid-Condition), No Helmet.

Personality: Unlike his appearance Andy is a real nice guy, he likes to chat and spend time with mates. Even though his thick accent repels most people away, all the people that stay around him instantly love him as a friend.

Skills: Energy Weapons, Repairing, Science and Perception.

(OOC-I,ve only got 30 mins so I'll make it quick. And of course you can join Francois. I need another very talented writer.)

James watched Edward, his 2iC, getting the men together. He sat at the back of 15b, ready to announce his intentions. As the 6th man ran to a desk, James stepped forward.
' I will be short with you. Our mission is simple. Find a functioning outpost for our forces. Now, we can't just send the Brotherhood the co-ordinates of a tiny shack in the middle of a rad-scorpion nest. We have to find an area that is defensible, and concealable. There must be room for an excess of two thousand troops, their accomodation and a laboratory. Any questions?' James was met with silence.
'Okay, lets get going. I'll give you a pass to the armoury, so you can suit up. Remember to travel light though. Swamp walking is dangerous and tiring. Meet me in Car Tunnel 2a. Look for 'Big Barry'.
With this, James turned to the door, followed by Edward. 'Ed, I want to show you Barry first. Tell me what you think. Five minutes later, both Edward and I were checking the armour plates, and clearing he cargo area.

Edward

"Impressive, very impressive. At least we are going to rolling through the Wastes in style, eh? So, give me some details. Top speed? Firepower? How many people can this baby hold?"

(OOC: Some details would be good, I have no idea what it looks like and we need to know.)

I chuckled, this sounded interesting, I quickly retreated to my quarters, I grabbed my armor. I stared at it for a second before slipping it on, I always tried to forget how I got this, I then slipped my Plasma Rifle onto the magnetic force on my back, then I slipped my Plasma Pistol in it's holster. I then started laughing out of nowhere, "Well, if they want to kill me, I guess they just... Aim for the head?" I muttered to myself, I laughed at my own joke. I felt like I was going crazy.

Then I stopped, I realized it, I WAS CRAZY. I started laughing again, then I turned serious, I started walking towards Car Tunnel 2a, I didn't tarry, dawdling like I usually would I made my way there quickly. I quickly arrived before everyone else except James and his second in command, I saluted, then leaned against the wall. I looked at the beast of a machine that was supposed to be a transport, I chuckled and looked it over slowly. I quickly noticed that it was in great condition-and armored.

I walked over to the man standing beside James, I extended my arm, "Hi, I'm Andy, don't know how I got stuck here, but still, always glad to help... So, what's your name?" I said to him, smiling a reassuring smile, keeping myself steady, making sure I wouldn't come out with a random outburst like I usually did.

(OOC- There are some details on my first post, but for further detail, I would say that you need to picture a standard articulated truck, except with the canopy replaced with armour plates. The cab is armoured, and the wheels are bulletproof. Think M561 Gama Goat, but with the trailer armoured, and with a Vulcan turret on the linkage. There is a Gatling Laser turret on a short hydraulic arm on the back for cover fire. Top speed is about 150mph (engine upgrades). Oh,and room for about 6 Power Armoured Soldiers.)

Andy, the scouting specialist, as James knew, walked over to Edward first. This was probably better, as James was currently up to his elbows in well-oiled engine. James had heard a faint squeak while he was driving earlier, and now seemed like the perfect time to check it out. Fishing out a piece of cartilage, probably Super Mutant, James closed the bonnet, replaced the bolts and armoured sheet. He ran round to the cargo door, pulled down the grate to form a ramp, and moved in to the cab opening the doors to reveal 3 large seats, complete with weapons compartments.
'All aboard!' he cried, faking a train whistle.

Edward

"Edward, Edward Daily. Andy... What was your last name again? I read your briefing but for some reason I can't remember it..." Edward said as he shook the mans hand firmly.

"Hold on a sec, I've got to have a word with the captain." Edward walked over to the captain and said, "Hey James, do you think I can sit on top of the cab? I think I could get a good view from there, scout things out. Plus, I can kind of see into the back from there and the cab, be the link from you to the boys. What do you say".

Edward climbed up onto the cab, pulling out his M16 and looking through the scope at the tunnel, demonstrating what he could to from up there.

Harley led his team through the entrance of the Citadel. "Jensen, take that trolley to the armory" he said to the guy pushing the trolley of gear from the raiders, and the pushed it off towards the lab.

An initiate ran up to Harley as soon as he entered the Citadel, "Hey, Harley Andrews!"

"Yeah, whats up kid?" Harley replied. The initiate said "Kid!? I'm older than you are Harley! I've been looking all over for you, your being temporally reassigned for a special job".

"Haha, yeah you are older, I'm just kidding man" Harley said smiling, "what job?"

"I don't know, I've just been told to head you over to 15b, A-Ring" the initiate continued. "Don't worry, you'll be back on your job with your team after this special job". The initiate shook Harley's hand and left.

"Ok guys, I'll be gone for a while, Jeremy will take over" Harley announced to his team, "just keep up the great work you've all been doing, and I'll be back".

The rest of the group went to report their progress to one of their leaders, Harley headed to room 15b. As he entered the room he saw the rest of the new group, and they were told what was on the cards. They were then told to meet in car tunnel 2a.

Harley left the A-ring and headed to his quarters to grab anything that he didn't already have on him. He picked up some more ammo belts for his machine gun from the armory, and was thanked for bringing in the weapons from the raiders, more weapons meant more parts. He walked out towards the car tunnel wearing his jeans,leather armored chaps and his leather jacket with his backpack with the rest of his gear, and holding his unloaded machine gun pointing into the sky with one arm, with the butt of the stock resting on his bicep.

He entered the car tunnel to see a few guys mulling around a big armored truck, thing. He approached the group and said "Hi, I'm Harley Andrews".