Road to Redemption

The Slaughter of Big Town

After almost a day of hoofing it across the wastes, the team was close, Big Town was just over the horrizon, with little information given to them, only a a message delivered by a runner employed by the Regulators they didn't know what to expect. They knew it was bad, but this, this seemed like the work of a monster, a morbid fiend sent straight from the depths of Hell itself. Arriving at a small bridge that lead them into the main part of town they looked over the area only to see bodies strewn about, limbs torn from their bodies, blood-soaked soil that gave easily under-boot. Even the most hardened soldier of the Brotherhood of Steel would've seen their lunch for a second time, this day. Regulators were a mixed bunch, didn't feeling the need for heavy metal plates to protect them, only their wits, and the will to survive to see tomorrow. The only ones left, an old man named Tristan and his daughter Jade were passing through on their way to Rivet City from God knows where, they refused to give such imformation, perhaps slaves on the run. We shall see...

"I suppose you two were the only ones who found a 'usable' hiding space, eh?"
Grumbled Vik with the slight sarcasm as he ashed what was left of his spoiled cigarette and tossed it aside. His face resembled the inside of an old catchers mitt, even though he was still unter thirty, it didn't show. Dirt and small scars hid his true identity, his skin covered in short, grizzled hair, he hasn't shaved for days, and it showed. He kneeled down to get a better look at Tristan, he appeared weak, frail and if he wasn't dead yet, he looked it. Tristan looked up to Vik, a look of pure terror overcoming his featuers, still recalling what happened the day before, the old mans hand pressed firmly into the soil, his palm stained red as he leaned back slightly.
"Dad, take it easy!"
Tristans daughter screached as she leaned over to aid her ill parent.
"So, tell me, old man..."
Vik paused only to place another cigarette between his lips, then continued before lighting
"What -exactly- did you see here yesturday, we're not deathclaw hunters, you know.."
The burning end of an ancient gold lighter came up to the cigarette, burning the amder hot and with a quick snap of his wrist the lighter vanished into his pocket.

"I know what a deathclaw looks like, and these were men... Men that knew what they were doing. We heard screaming outside, the sound of what seemed like a chainsaw"
Vik interupted him for s plit-second
"They're called Rippers.."
To which the old man replied
"What? A what?"
Vik sighed and said it once again
"Rippers, knives that are like chainsaws, they.. they're.."
Vik paused once again, thinking this old man has no idea what he's on about and motioned for Tristan to continue.

"We heard nothing but screams.. then.. laughter, two, maybe three men, i'm not sure, laughing as they cut these people down. My daughter grabbed me from my seat and we hid under the floor board of one of these shacks and the never found us, maybe they knew how many people were here, maybe they didn't."
Vik examined the old man then took a look ad his daughter
"And you, what's your story?"
She said what seemed to be nothing but a mumble was heard under her breath, Vik shrugged it off as he stood, turned to the rest of his team.
"Well boys.. looks like we've got some work to do.."

(OOC) A little short, but it's time for me to leave work, guys. Looking forward to your posts and i'll probably post again tonight after I get home. Cheers.

Iggy sighed, staring out over the blood-soaked Big Town.
He had leaned against a house that was still standing, regarding the hellish sight before him with stoic indifference.
Although it seemed like he was merely shrugging it off, he was more deeply disturbed than he let on.
He fidgeted idly, arms crossed over his chest, and tapped his foot into a pool of blood that was spreading towards him.
The violence, the brutality of the way things had happened here, angered him. There was a time where he would feel sad, or sick, but he'd grown past that stage. He'd witnessed his best friends committing the same acts, and he'd done nothing.

Now, every scenario like this maddened him. However, he tried to keep his emotions at bay, clenching his fists but giving no sign to betray his anger.
Instead, he just exhaled a breath and side-stepped the red puddle that was now engulfing where he'd stood.
"...Well, I'd say Raiders did this, but I don't know how they'd get their damn, dirty paws on Rippers. Or how'd they get past the guards here. This place wasn't any child's playground." Iggy spoke bluntly, ignoring the presence of the only survivors as Vik interviewed them.
He waited for himself to be addressed before he spoke up again.
"Hell yeah, we've got work. I think I gotta clue who did this."

"Raiders!" Aaron's immediate thoughts were revenge. Revenge onto all those who did evil. His daughter was gone. Brutally slaughtered, by yes, you guessed. Raiders. "She was just a child..." Aaron turned to Vic... "Why?"
"The Wastelands a cruel and harsh place Buddy." Vic comforted his friend.
Aaron new this are well, as he did with most of the wasteland. "Im guessing they came from the North East." Aaron had spotted footprints beside the long road leading to the north, going off into the distance. He crossed the bridge back into Big Town and stopped. He turned. Something had caught his eye. He went across to the mutilated head lying beside a pile of rubble. His legs, arms and torso strewn across the yard.

"Collect ammo guys, were moving out in the next ten minutes. Take supply's, fill your canteens. The waters safe now!" After regaining his void he took out his knife and edged towards te object on the floor which he had noticed.

He went across to the mutilated head lying beside a pile of rubble. His legs, arms and torso strewn across the yard.
A bracelet. A bracelet woven out of leather with a name printed in it. Layla. His daughters name...

Fletcher took another sip of his beer.
It was getting dark allready and he didn't like the setting one bit.
"Raiders, they don't organise. They just plunder, steal and kill.
These guys were here for a purpose. They were looking for something.
And I think they've found it."

He turned around to Aaron.
"Goddamit boy, you knew this day would come.
You knew she was dead, so stop your whining and get usefull."
Fletcher never was very subtle, but if he had something to drink, he was even less friendly than usual.
Aaron looked Fletcher right in the eyes, trying to say just one word; "why?"
Fletcher threw away the empty bottle and walked away.
"Gah! I need another beer."

Just at that moment he went motionless.
"What's that?"
The group looked around.
"I don't know what..." Vik started.
"Shh!" Fletcher hissed.
"Turn around, to the north. Four, no five."
He said under his breath.

"We've got company."

Nice! I like your character's 'subtle' approach haha!

(OOC) Nice posts guys.
When I get to work i'll probably make another post.

(OOC) No one on at the moment? I'm waiting for a post so I can post the next.
I won't post now cos I'm the last who posted (get it?)
(I look forward to where this is going)

(OOC) I was waiting as well, lol. I thought there was one more person to post.

(OOC) I'll go with Super Muties, how's that? Oh, and we don't seem to be getting as many posts as I thought, so maybe another party member or two would be o.k. if anyone wants to join. Also, my gamertag is in my sig, if you guys are on the 360.

(IC)

Vik, as well went motionless, his right arm moved back, slowly, cupping the stock of his plasma rifle in the palm of his hand. He looked to the others his eyes made quick motions in several different directions, signaling for them to take cover as soon as the first shot is fired. Glancing over his shoulder he heard heavy foot-falls pounding the soil, quickening with every step.
"On my mark, head for cover, don't let these bastards get a shot off on you."
Vik whispered to his team mates as his fingers curled around the stock of his weapon and in one quick motion the rifle is released from the sling on his back and pulled forward. In an attempt to give his team mates cover, he drew fire, unleashing a flurry of hot green death as he strafed to his right, towards an old, overturned bathtub which was also conveniently against the side of one of the shacks that littered Big Town. His left shoulder slammed against the wall of the shack and he fell to his knees, behind cover. Quickly pulling free another microfusion cell and loading it into the rifle.
His back pressed firmly against the wall, hoping the rest of the team was able to make it to shelter.

Snapping the charged cell quickly into his weapon he rose up from behind the bathtub and taking careful aim at the closest mutant to him and released several rounds. In the distance he heard the sound of a young man wearing a bright red party hat screaming and running towards Big Town. Not realizing how close he was to one of the attacking mutants that was in mid-swing with a large board with nails hammered into it. The mutants powerful arm went back wildly and the board slammed into the poor kids face, lacerating it with the thick, rusty nails, the mutant simply grappled him, his whole hand fitting around his waist and raised him into the air, then, tossing him towards is, landing several feet from the main entrance to Big Town.

"Dibs on the party hat!"
Vik exclaimed to his team mates with a grim chuckle as he ducked back down, only to spring back up and release several more rounds into the arms and chest of one of the mutants, disabling his hand and forcing it to release it's hunting rifle. Many more rounds were unleashed on the same mutants neck and head region, the plasma peeling his head from his body in just a few hits.
Ducking back down once again, Vik paused to take a few deep breaths, making sure he remained calm and composed while bullets slammed into what cover they were able to find.
Out of the corner of his eye, though he saw something massive, not a behemoth, but just as menacing. One of those super mutant overlords. Never seeing one himself, but he'd heard of them many times. Cradling a large minigun the overlord opened fire, aiming wildly into the buildings hoping to hit what he can.
"Son 0f a...! Who's got grenades?!" Vik yelled to the rest of the team as he searched his satchel for what few remaining plasma grenades he might still have.
"Take that bastard out!"

Bump.

(OOC) I'll post as soon as I have time (somewhere today)

Sounds good, bud.

"[censored] Overlords, just what I need" Fletcher said in his hoarse voice.
"Only seen those creatures twice and it looks like they've started breedin' over the last few years..."
He reached at his side to grab some grenades, but missed.

"Whoa, I'm out!" The grenades he tried to grab had in fact already met their victims:
An old man who Fletcher mistakenly saw for a villain he'd been looking for,
and a Ghoul by the name of Roy Philips who had, in Fletchers eyes, been too greedy.

But at this moment, Fletcher had in total: zero grenades.
It was time for a different plan.
The enormous creature hadn't seen Fletcher yet, as he was focussing all his energy on poor Vik, who'd been emptying his magazine for the second time.
Fletcher grabbed one of his two stealthboys and activated it.

Almost entirely invisible, he ran around the Overlord unnoticed and jumped on it's back.
Before the brute realised what just happened, he was gasping for air as Fletcher just fired multiple rounds of both his 10 mm's in the back of his neck.
He outrageously swung his long and muscled arms to grab whatever was responsible for the damage.

His large hands met Fletcher and he swung him away to the direction that Fletcher wasn’t planning on going.
He in fact landed between two other mutants who looked around and wondered what made that low thump.
Before Fletcher passed out, he fired his 10 mm’s twice, leaving the two dumbstruck super mutants dead on the ground.
They never knew what killed them.

(OOC so the Overlord isn't dead yet. Just badly injured.
and I think that only one mutant is left, besides the overlord.)

(OOC) Looks like we might have lost some people.
If anyone is interested in joining, let me know and we'll pull you into the scene

"Fletcher!" Aaron cried as he took cover behind a small wall. He took out his Chinese Assault Rifle, stood up, and emptied a clip into the bewildered super mutant.
*Thud* It dropped. Vik and Aaron rushed over to where Fletcher had desperately fought fro consciousness as he put a few rounds into the onlooking mutants.
"Come on, lets get him inside!" It took Aaron and Vik a mighty amount of willpowere after their ordeal to carry Fletcher into one of the buildings surrounding Big Town. Laying him on the bed they injected a Stimpack, and keeping a wet towel over his forehead. Aaron collapsed into one of the chairs.
"That was intense", Aaron muttered to Vik.
"Sure was." Vik replied.

The place was cold, and damp. So Vik began to light a fire. In a small barrel dowsed with wine and set a light the team talked. Chemistry was vital and at a high in the team.

A few hours later the team began to cook. Cooking up a concoction of Molerat meat, Brahmin steak and a gravy which looked more like a brown goo. Aaron thought to himself abought his daughter. There wasn't a day gone by when he hadn't though of what would have happened if he hadn't tried to travel to Rivet City. His daughter was only four at the time. But on their way down river they ran into raiders. One of them blowing Michael behind the head knocking him out. When he came to his senses, she was gone. A small handprint of blood ran along one wall though and outside. Upon exit, he noticed a huge splat of blood against the wall.

A few moments later he heard a small rustle. Out wandered Vik, with a bottle of Whiskey.

Ahh Fletcher! He was back!

(OOC) Hey, Disco, just quickly, would you do me a favour and not post responses or actions for my character, it kind of messes up when I plan on doing in my next post. Thanks

(OOC) Sorry, Havnt done an RP before

No sweat, dude.

(OOC) no problem, now you know



didn't you mean: fletcher was back? or am I not understanding it correctly?

Oops, I'll change