As you probably guess by now, my favorite faction has always been the Slavers. Not really sure why, they just seem inherently [censored] to me. Eh, but on with the story.


Prologue



The night air was cold in the Bethesda ruins, sending a stunning chill up Jamie Miller's spine as he warmed his hands by the burning oil drum. He looked around at the crumbling building around him, cringing slightly at the sight of a mutilated torso lying amounst the rubble. He grumbled sourly, then turned back to the drum. Jamie was a somewhat scrawny young man, the youngest of all of the slavers in the Paradise Falls crew at the age of 18. He was light skinned, usualy dirtied, with matted light brown hair that reached to the back of his neck at the point where it met the shoulder blades.

"Squimish, newbie?" a woman's voice said. Jamie turned to look into the face of his only female companion, who sat not a food away from him.

"Yeah, a little bit, Phia. Those [censored] raiders really gotta leave the damn bodies out like that?" Jamie asked. Phia York was a tall woman, quite nearly as tall as a man, and her Hispanic features were, as usual, dirtied with the dust and grime that one could expect in the Wasteland. Her hair was as black as the night sky, and was raised upward into the shape of a pair of devil horns, as was popular amoung the raider women. Jamie had learned in his short time in Paradise Falls that she was originaly a raider, but had defected to the more profitable proffesion of the slavers at the age of 19. Now she was 23, and was quickly becoming one of Eulogy Jones' favorites. Phia laughed, taking a short drag on a slim cigarette.

"Yep. Scares the nosey folk away, and they just like to torture people." she said, her tone almost sounding disgusted.

"Can't believe I ever worked with these retards."

"Least they let us stay here for the night." Jamie said. Phia scowled, taking another drag, a small cloud of smoke begining to form over her head.

"That [censored] Willy owed me a favor, saved his sorry ass three times. Shoulda let the freakin' Uglies take him." Jamie laughed, almost absently taking a drink from his bottle of water.

"Alright newbie, your turn to watch the meat." another, older voice barked. Another man, taller than Jamie, stepped out of the ajoining ruin, his face set grimly. He was a tall man, standing over 6 feet and was built like the Olympic athletes of the pre-war era. His hair was black, though not so dark as Phia's, and was balding rapidly. His most distinquishing feature however was the prominant muttonstache, which had been carefully trimmed and combed to perfection, at least as close as a muttonstache could come to perfection. Jamie sighed.

"Alright Horace, just save a smoke for me." he said. Horace grumbled as he took a seat next to the barrel.

"Whatever kid." he said gruffly. Phia stood up, putting a hand on Jamie's shoulder.

"Don't mind ol' Horace, kid, he'll warm up to ya. Tell ya what, I'll buy ya a beer once we get back to Paradise Falls, heh, maybe we c'n get Ymir to dance again." she said. Jamie chuckled at that thought.

"You really think we c'n get him drunk enough to do that again?" he asked. Phia laughed.

"You kiddin'? He's totaly [censored] almost all the time."

"Newbie! The meat. Now!" Horace barked again. Jamie sighed, then walked slowly toward the ruin where they were keeping the slaves.



Sorry to cut it short, getting tired now. I'll update ASAP.

You know there was an RP with the same title, right?

Searched, don't see it.

http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?showtopic=1030185 Although not quite the same wording.

I have also gone through and censored all your attempts a self-censoring. Just type the word you wish to use and let the forum censor do it's job - the moderators get grumpy about breaking the forum rules.