Climbing up she realised that the she hadnt just thrown up on him... A throbbing pain in her head told her she'd headbutted him, the boy was out cold.
She stood up and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck dragging him across to the bar and summoning all her strength to push him through the door...

She then stumbled round the back of the pub; there she found what she was looking for.
The Outdoor latrine as old and rickety made of wood and paint flaking off the door. She approached it making soem god awful noises.
"Ugh, [censored] need a piss... Ough... an to be sick...." She throws up as she approaches closer she notices a kit bag outside the door.
Bracing her sword she lets out a warning... "[censored]... come out ya little bastard or i'll dice you, and no funny [censored]..."

Lucky for her she stumbles with the off balancing weight of her huge sword... Not even a second before she hits the ground the door of the latrine bursts into woodchips as the Regulator inside empties his combat shotgun through the door into where he had been stood...
The Regulator now sat pants round his ankles on the toilet, just sitting looking for the kit bag he does not have. He has no ammo, she is too drunk to stand up; First she reaches for her sword that she cant even pick up as she is lying on the floor, then her hatchet which she throws and ends up sticking into the wall of a nearby house... Finaly reaching for her grenade launcher, she is too drunk to even know what grenade she is about to fire...



1-3 Buckshot, 4-5 Flash, 5 Smoke, 7 EMP, 8 Tear-gas, 9-12 HE.

( * 1 * 2 * 5 * 12 * 7 * 9 * 4 * 8 * 11 * 6 * 3 * 10 ) http://www.random.org/sequences/?min=1&max=12&format=html&rnd=new

The Buckshot grenade hits him in his right arm ripping bits of flesh from; the right side of his chest, his right leg and his right cheek and completely removing his right arm...
The man screamed and tried to hold in the blood pouring from the hole in his chest where his arm had been... Groggily she stood to her feet running toward the man, dragging her sword along the ground behind her. As she reached him she pulled up her sword and slashed diagonaly across the mans chest cutting him and the latrine cleanly in half...

After looking around the Starbucks Snake goes back to see if Niky has gotten up yet or if they are leaving, he finds Niky with half a latrine and half a Regulator and laughs "Heh..... I don't want to know...." Snake walks away over to the bar again and notices Ben walk into the bar so he walks up to Ben and says "You.... I didn't see you down here..... are you too scared to get up close?.... It's OK to be scared...." Snake notices the sniper strapped around his shoulder "Oh... heh..... I see.... guns.... pore me a drink...." And Snake sits down beside Ben and awaits.

Rob has moved into one of the buildings in the town square andd is picking of remnants he takes aim and puts down a fleeing civilian, he knows the sabres have one the day and looting would comence. Robert slings his rifle onto his back and turns round just as a armed regulator enters the room, Rob ducks behind a wardrobe as the regulator fires his sawed off shotgun, Rob unholster his .45 and pokes out of cover firing the first salvo hits just above the regulator but the second one nails him in the chest sending him to the floor: robert walks ove r to the regulator and knocks the shotgun out of his reach, he pulls out his swithcblade and slits the mans throat, he searches his pockets and produces 19 caps, and 12 shotgun shells. Robet walks down the stairs and into the street.

"Heh scared? I've always had a passion for sniping. But if I have to get up close then whoever I'm fighting is still screwed. That's why I have this babe." he said as he pulled out his desert eagle and slammed it on the table. He poured snake a bottle and handed it to him. Ben had had a little to drink but not to much to where he was drunk. "Here you go."

Snake took the glass and sipped a little "Heh... I guess... I snipe in my own way.... but still.... I find guns... as cheating...." Snake looked at Ben "So... you any good... at sniping?.... And how did you come upon that nice little rifle on your back...?" Snake gets ready for a story. "Before you tell me.... what is your name..?"

Kane returns from his little kill-trek. "I'm back." he said as he stepped into the room, boasting a new combat shotgun. "Found it on one of these pricks." Kane said, pointing to a beheaded Regulator. He sat down and refused a drink. He took the clip out of his new shotgun and started fiddling with the inner components, hoping to find out how it works, or better, how to modify it. His fingers moved slowly and with precision, feeling every gear, point, and spring. One of the gears however, was held in place with double-sided tape. It broke off of it perch. Now the gun was useless until Kane could get home to repair it. Kane holsters the weapon on his back and pulls out his 10mm and knife, cleaning the gun and stabbing the table, leaving the knife jutting straight out of the wood. Kane looked up and watched everyone else, and listening intently.

"Well, it was ten years ago when my dad gave me my first sniper. We lived in a small settlement call Valenwood. For my eighteenth birthday I got an M21 sniper. My dad was the crazy type. Sometimes I wonder if he even cared for me, or if he was just giving me an extremely hard dose of tough love. He would beat me, until I was a bloody pulp. He said it would help toughen me up, but I hated him. He actually started training me with snipers at age 15 but it wasn't until 18, like I just said, that he gave me my first sniper. Two years later, when I hit 20, I wanted to move out, not that there was anywhere to go, but I wanted to get away from him. Before I left he wanted me to come out into the dead woods, or that was what we called it. It was a forrest filled with dead trees and plants. When I got there he took out an R700 sniper, the one I own today. He said we were going to have a sniper battle, to see if I was ready to move out into the open world. He said to close my eyes and walk east into the forrest counting to 1000 before I stopped, and he did the same, except walking a different way. I was nervous as hell, when I opened my eyes and found myself in the middle of nowhere. I waited for about an hour until I saw something glare in the some about 100 yards away. It was my dad. As soon as I looked through my scope, I was shot in the shoulder. Then I knew he was dead serious. I pulled up my sniper and aimed through the scope aiming in on his head. I pulled the trigger and the bullet went straight through his scope and into his eye and killed him instantly." Ben sighed taking a break to drink a little. "I took his sniper, attacked my scope to it and buried my father with my old sniper. I didn't have any other family so I found my destiny here with the Sabres."

Snake sighed ".... Nice shot... could have gone for something smaller.... but I'm impressed...." Snake notices Kane stab his knife into the bar "Kane... don't dull your blade like that..." Snake looks back to Ben "Hmm... I like you.... you got style.... whats your name...?" Snake looks back to Kane "So god help you man.... you broke the gun?.... Just don't break Niky.... heh"

Niky stumbles into the bar, she is strangely sober...
"Urg..." She looks around seeing the rest of the raiders... Her attention fixes on Kane.
"Hey Kane, If I ever get that rat arsed again... Meh, I wont..."

She walks to Kane, she is carrying the 10mm automatic SMG she had aquired earlier, a Combatshotgun and a stolen kitbag...
"Pitty I cant shoot for [censored] eigh?" She smiles at him,
"If that ones bust you can have this one... Its really bloody but, it might work..."

"Oh and snake, Im unbreakable..." She sniggered and sat down
"Should have stayed at the toilet, the half guys budies showed up..."

By this time Niky was almost coated head to toe in blood...

She emptys the kitbag onto a close by table; fifty odd shotgun shells, some unidentifyable meat and a couple of bottles of water.
She pulled out all her weapons and put them on the table and emptied her kit bag... It was lovely to not be held down by all her enclumbering weapons for once and she decided to set to the task of trying to recreate Buckshot-Grenades with the shotgun shells she had found...
"Anyone good with their hands she called the the room?" A couple of people look at her asthough asking for more detail...
"Ive got some shotgun shells and empty grenade canisters, I want to create buckshot-Grenades..."

"Heh, I forgot. The names Ben." he said with a smile. "And yours?"

Snake looked to be deep in thought "The names Alex... but... if you tell anyone else... I will kill you... now then pour me some more of that..."

"We'll see about that. Heh, just kidding. You're secrets safe with me." he poured Alex another glass and handed it to him. "Drink up. So why do you keep it a secret? I told you my story now I think I deserve one also."

Snake thought for a moment then whispered to Ben "Not here.... Follow me..." Snake turned to Kane "Hey.. Kane I am going for a little walk... be right back..." Snake got up and walked to the door and out without pausing heading for the Starbucks....

"Hey Niky, lemme see that stuff..." Kane pulls the stuff towards him and pulls his knife out of the table, paying no attention to Snake's comment. He Cuts one of the shells in half, dumping its contents into the empty canister, fishing out the percussion cup. He did this a few more times, and then pulled all of the beads out, letting the powder settle to the bottom. He looks around and finally decides to use an aluminum beer can's bottom cap as an end for the grenade. Kane drops the pellets back into the grenade can. He melts the plastic around the cap with a zippo and puts the grenade on the table. "Hopefully, that works." I better make another and test it so she doesn't blow her damn fingers off. Kane slips some of the materials into his bag when hes sure Niky isn't looking.

Ben put his desert eagle back in his holster and followed Alex. "Hah, Starbucks." he said as he walked in the door. "I've read books about this place. It used to be really popular back before the nuclear war." he laid his sniper in a corner and took a seat at a two person table and looked around. "Looks like there's no one in here. Care to let your story spill?"

Snake sat down "OK you know Kane? Well him and I used to be best of friends all the way threw school.... when I was 13 I saw Kane's family get killed... and I saw Kane go after them... so naturally I followed him and saw him go into the camp... I thought he was dead so I ran away.... into the wastelands.... I lived by myself.... some times going into towns to steal what I needed but... I never stayed long.... one day... I was attacked by a super mutant.... I had no idea what to do I was scared out of my mind... the first real fight I was ever in.... it attacked first... swinging a sledge hammer I ducked... well, fell backwards and 'dodged' it, I tried running but it was to fast.... it caught up to me when we ran into some Asian traders... I ran through them stealing two Katanas and it just threw them aside and swung at me.... after its swing it was kind of off balance so I took this as my chance... I stabbed it through both legs... it fell to its knees and I stabbed it through the chest... several times.... after that I cut it up and used its bones as sheaths... ever since that horrible moment... I have always loved to kill....." Snake grinned broadly "So... want some coffee?"

Niky admired Kanes quick work...
"Your sure this thing isnt going to blow up in my face?" Laughing she passed the beat up old gun to Kane...
"Christen it?" She pointed to a old darts board on the wall...

The room kinda fell silent as they waited to see what would happen to Kane and his botched grenade he had just produced...
He was not exactly used to large weapons an so she stood next to him her arm on his elbow adjusting his aim for him slightly...
"Imagine its a really large and inaccurate shotgun..."

Snake walks into the bar just before Kane shoots the grenade launcher... "Oh [censored]....." Snake wanting to see this but not wanting to die, grabs a chair and walks a little ways to the opposite side of the room as far away from the target as possible and waits.

Coupling with the inexperience of firing a heavier weapon, he closes one eye and clicks the barrel open, looking to see that his home made grenade is in the selected barrel. He swaps out an HE for his home made buckshot, and closes the drum. He aims at the dartboard and thinks This better work... The moment tenses up as Kane moves his finger to the trigger. He tweaks his aim slightly and lets off his grenade. the grenade hits the wall and detonates, sending shrapnel everywhere. Lucky for him, most had taken cover behind flipped tables and the bar. "Woah." Kane settles back into position and sits in a chair. "I think I'll stick to my pistols and shotguns for now..." Kane had past experience with heavy weapons, but not with explosive projectiles. He was a demo artist, mechanic and gunner. Not a grenadier. His experiences gave him a scar on his left leg, no one knew about it, but it was there. Kane suddenly remembered the cut on his finger, since he just flexed it. He wrapped his bandage a bit tighter and handed Niky her launcher.

Snake looked at Kane in amazement "Kane... how the [censored] did you miss the target?" Snake starts chuckling and walks over to him and pats him on the shoulder "It's OK man a little embarrassing but it will be OK" Snake chuckles some more and walks outside.

Strangely only Niky was upset by the out come... Everyone else presumed it worked fine.

"Hey Kane, you know the projectile is supposed to throw out the Buckshot straight away, not hit the target then explode into shrapnel?" She looked at Kane blankly who looked back with a similar expression...
"Heh oh well I suppose its better than firing blanks eigh?"

She shoved the HE back in the cylinder he had emptied.
"Ima go get some shut eye upstairs, wake me if anything happens..." She headed upstairs collecting all her stuff off of the table first.
"No one better [censored] around when im sleeping, I sleep light and chop first asking questions later when people wake me up..."

Oops 2x Post.

OCC: Ok just and FYI to a NEW RULE. WHEN I'AM GONE FOR A TIME DO NOT KEEP POSTING. I HAVE A STORY I'M TRYING TO PAN OUT THROUGH THE RP. So remember when I'am gone for a time, STOP POSTING. Thank You

IC

Long Jon walks over to the group as he see's them all talking together. The morning had turned to early evening, and Long Jon wanted to get back to the camp before it got to dark.

"Everyone better have grabbed some loot because we are leaving White Swan NOW!" Long Jon stood in the door way looking at the group.

"Gather your s*** together and lets get moving!" Long Jon walked out of the doorway and waited at the dirt mound, waiting for everyone...

Ben followed snake back to the bar and watched them mess around with some grenades. He heard Long Jon say that the ywere leaving he gathered his stuff and stood behind Long Jon waiting for everyone else to follow.

Niky was one of the last to show up to Long Jons call...
She had only just got to sleep when he shouted and was more than pissed off but she did not particularly want to still be in the village all alone when the deathclaws show up to feast on the dead Regulators... Especially as she was covered head to toe in blood and probably like a homing beacon to their sensitive tongues...