BoS: Mason Carcer

MC looked at Boomer, "No, they've probably gone too far, so the grenades won't do, and if you somehow get you're armor down there, you're outnumbered. Risks can be taken.". He put another clip in his AK, and checked the corpse of the dead slaver. Nothing. The troop went two ways, down alleys.

Slavers: Meek

Meek and his goons were down in the sewers, avoiding the dead bodies of rats, and homeless who probably bled out, or succumbed to alchohol poisoning. Meek was happy he couldn't smell through his mask, like his partners could. He saw something in the distance. A fire. And people.

He ordered his men to open fire. The group of civilians, militia, and government ran. Again, militia stayed in fight, some thugs started firing, and even some guards for the mayor (who looked strange, firing high-tech laser pistols, but only wearing dark sunglasses and black buisness suits.). Three slavers went down, but the rest of the three mowed them down with bullets. Six slaves were captured.

Meek's crew took their comrades collars, and brought the slaves back house with only one exit on the main street. A brotherhood scout was about to give their spot away, but was met with silenced gun shot.

"You guys stay here, except you, the one with the chinese assault rifle (NPC), you're with me."

As excpected, there was a knight inside, but was outnumbered, with assault rifle to the legs, and shotgun to the face. They radioed Paradise, surprisingly getting a good reception, and after they told them the excact way to get here, seventeen of them would get there soon, punkass rookies and effed-in-the-head raiders, but still good.

Aaron had heard the shots,but they were pretty far away.He turned to james. "Okay,to the sewers." That was the rule for the street guys.Hear a shot,hit the sewers.The raven haired youth fetched a switchblade from his bag and tossed it to Jamie."Watch yourself,okay?"

Aaron unholstered his .357 revolver and tossed up a manhole,jumping down the short fall into the sewer network.His shotgun was slung over his shoulder.His dark clothing helped him blend in with the badly lit tunnels.Now I just have to find out what the hell is going on..

Ted had been hard at work when the commotion of the initial attack had reached him. Most of what followed was an indisdinguishable blur of running and screaming punctuated by horrified faces of freinds and family. People had come from the outside world, people with guns who were sweeping through the town killing or captureing anyone slow enough to lag behind. all had been chaos with people trmapleing those who were knocked down in the melee, the militia was only noticable in its complete ineffectiveness toward this new threat.
After an indistinguishable amount of time to ted he wound up in a group of survivors, bums, civilians and even the mayor. Ted walked over to James hopeing to get some sense from the situation from the respected politician. " Mr Mayor sir whats going one here, who are these people and what casue do they have to come in here and do this?" Ted was angry and panicing, his voice desperate and trembleing, The Mayor himself didnt look that much better for the recent troubles but Ted knew that if anyone was mentaly strong enough to make sense of this then he was.

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OOC: Sorry im posting solate guys my computor broke yesterday and im reduced to library visits.

((Okay to clear this up. Slavers attacked, townfolk fleed, BoS came, slavers fleed, slavers found townfolk in sewers, townfolk fleed))

BoS:Mason Carcer

Mason looked at the buisness-looking man (thats you, Pebble). "Stand aside, civilian, all you need to know is that we're the good guys with big guns, and those other guys are slavers. The bad guys. Now find somewhere safe.". Mason had continued down the alley, "You're free to follow us, but not into battle.".

Slavers: Meek

Meek was on the rooftop, a scout with binoculars and a chinese assault rifle next to him. "H-hey, I think those are our boys!". Seventeen slavers were arriving, some in leather, some in metal, some in combat armor. And some even wore useless clothing. Within the next while, they locked the front gate, garrisoned the office building Meek was on the roof of. On the roof was a table with an HAM radio on with, with a chair in front of it, a camping stool with a sniper rifle next to it, and a mattress. Time for a stake out. The building had Physco Sam and Iggy guarding it.

Iggy sat down on a chair, 'guarding' the front door of the new Slaver building. He clutched his shoulder and winced, feeling pain as he started to pull a piece of shrapnel out.
"Damn...explosives...urrrrgh..." Finally, he yanked out a three inch long shard of metal and dropped it onto the ground, wrapping a piece of discarded cloth over the wound.
He did the same for his knee, and leaned back afterward. Breathing heavily, he rubbed his right eye. The Buffout in his system was irritating him, but he couldn't do anything about it.
He examined the other guard, getting the same [censored] vibe he got from all Raiders and Slavers. He decided not to engage in conversation.

"Yes. Yes, of course sir" said Walker, wiping blood from his face with a cloth. "You've done us a great favor, chasing off those psychos." He said, "Would you like a reward? Or assistance, maybe? I own a medical firm just over here; you could patch your boys up in there." Sitting down and eating two mentats he continued, "and this would be an excellent time for you to help me liberate this city. You see, our "mayor" is a tyrant. Everyone labors endlessly, while he lives like a fat king in his mansion. Even worse, he forces everyone to keep this image of a perfect city, when in fact, we're all miserable!" Walker exclaimed, standing now, his arms waving emotionally, "my freedom fighters and I have been competing with the "good mayor" for quite some time now, and this might just be our only chance to dethrone him! What do you say?" He finished, holding out his hand, "let's kill two birds with one stone. The good guys need to win for once."

BoS: Mason Carcer


He looks at the scrawny man with a buisness suit on, "We accept the offer of getting us patched up, but we wont help you dethrone you're tyrant, if you hate him that much, do it you'rself. We've got a job to do, and thats getting the tech here, and getting rid of the slavers here. Now, show us to the medical firm, we need a lot of stimpaks, and some Med-X". It was more of an order then a request. "And don't try anything funny.".

*Sigh* "Very well then, right this way." He walked slowly to his building, the strange warriors following closely behind him. "Are you sure you won't at least consider my offer? If it's tech you're looking for, I know of many places teeming with it, the city having the lowest concentration." Walker opened the door as he finished speaking and silently waited for every warrior to enter. "Here you are, just take the meds from the various dispensers and if you need a wound sewn up just lay on any table in the back, it's completely automated." He sighed again, refilled his tin of mentats, and consumed two more. Walker closed his eyes and smiled as he thought to himself how easy it would be to bribe the slavers, provided he could talk to them of course.

James caught the switchblade and said, "Thanks Aaron, I just hope I don't have to use it." He then ran into another manhole and entered the sewers. James heard footsteps and hid when he heard armed gunmen running past. James thought, "Slavers, in Ettville? The plot thickens." He then traveled for about an hour before climbing out of the manhole right behind the mayor's office.

Henry was confused, very confused, he had no idea where to be or how to be there. He looked around him and realised he was alone, he scoffed, typical, they left behind the guy's that couldn't do anything. He shrugged and noticed some movement, the other Slaver's had arrived, Henry gasped and quickly moved away from them, he didn't want to be a part of the death anymore. He quickly ran off in a random direction, stumbling across nothing but darkness and loud sounds.

Soon enough, Henry stumbled across a building that had a bit of a different look about it, he shrugged and slightly opened the door, looking in. His eyes widened and he stepped back very quickly. A whole contingent of Brotherhood of Steel were inside, Henry stepped back another step and he didn't move any more. He stood, frozen to the spot, he knew that if they put him as a hostile target he was [censored], well and truly screwed over.

Andrew turned to look at the man who had just walked in. He looked pretty freaked out. Maybe he had bumped into the slavers or maybe he was just shell shocked because of the nights events. A few troops raised their guns as the man entered but Andrew knew that the man was harmless. Even if he was a slaver he wasn't armed, so Andrew just went back to raking through the drawers for anything of use.

BoS: Mason Carcer

Carcer and his crew patched up their wounds, and took a [censored] load of Med-X and Stimpaks, leaving the place nearly empty. Mason looked at Walker again. "Listen, we don't care about you're damn government. Every waster would cut out their own eyes to live here. Be happy. After this place is, well... A wasteland. With tons of dangers. Take our advice, after we gather most of you're tech, and kill the slavers, upgrade you're defences. ".

He orders his crew to start patrols of five on all the roads.

A few bullets had dinged off his armor, but Boomer felt okay. Still, he got a good bit of Med-X and a few Stimpaks. He was ready to take the fight back to the Slavers. He reloaded his missile launcher and his shotgun after cleaning them both. Right now, though, he wished for a minigun. An explosion was too nice of a gift for those Slaver bastards. He would make do, though.

The man who had led them to the medical facility seemed nice enough, but there was something about him. When he talked about the mayor being a tyrant, Boomer wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. Politics weren't his specialty, but he knew that if there was someone being oppressed, then the Brotherhood had a duty to step in. After the Slavers were defeated, which he had no doubt they would be, he felt that the Brotherhood should at least check into what this man had to say.

He approached Paladin Carcer and whispered to where only they could hear, "Sir, I know it's not my place, but don't you think that we should at least check into these accusations? If they're true, it could make the situation even more difficult if we don't have the full support of the people."

BoS: Mason Carcer


Mason looked at Boomer, "Okay, there is two things wrong with what you said.One, even if we don't have their full support, they have small pistols, and small clothes. We have big steel power armor, and big guns. Two, how can we even trust this guy? If it means that much to you, fine, i'll make the mission more complicated and look into this [censored].".

Slavers: Meek

Meek sat on a makeshift chair next to a trash can fire in a dead-end alley, with a sniper on the roof of the building in front of him. Every while he would hear a loud, sharp crack, which was the sniper getting a Steel scout, or a ballsy civilian with a gun.

He had his gask mask on the table next to him, while smoking a cheap cigarrete. They had a total of 28 slaves.