Raiding White Swan



As the early morning sun crested over the town of White Swan, in what used to be called Florida, the settlers began their daily routine. Women walked around the town talking amoungst one another, while the children played in the streets, acting like they were Brotherhood Knights and other characters. The men opened shop and stood around, waiting for travelers and wastelanders to come from all over the wastes and trade their goods.

The town was happy and cheerful. Some nearby raiders had been kicked out of the area by some wandering Regulators and other "Saints of the Wasteland". The wandering Regulators had "set-up shop" three months ago in the town of White Swan, and have been protecting the town and its settlers since. The raiders that were kicked out from the area, were just a small raider clan that were trying to make a name for themselfs, It did'nt work. In a nearby swamp, a larger more well known Raider clan called the Sabres's, was planning their attack on the town of White Swan and the Regulators that patrolled the area.

These Regulators were daring, but they had heard stories about the Sabre's from settlers and wastlanders. One story told that a group of slavers went into the Sabre's swamp to try and capture some Sabre's for their slave compound. But once they entered the swamp, they never returned and were never heard from again. Another was a group of Mercenaries along with some wastelanders, who were trying to hunt down some Sabre's that had attacked their town a few days before. Well the Mercenaries and Wastelanders went into the swamp heavily armed, but the next day, their bodies were hanging in the tree's some with limbs missing. After the Regulators had heard those stories, they began to just stay near White Swan and they rarely ever entered the swamp. If they did enter the swamp, they never went to far into it, just incase a group of Sabre's were laying in wait.

In the swamp, the Raiders were all huddled around in a small kitchen in some beaten house, listening to what their plan of attack would be.

"I want complete team work on this job. I want it to run as smooth as it did two nights ago", the Sabre leader was tall and muscular, he had three scars on his chest that he had gotten when he had just joined the Sabre's. The raiders listened intently to what he had to say, they had great respect for him, and the way he operated.

"I want the this town and its body guards, to wish they had never come here. I want weapons, clothing, ammo, what ever could be of value, I want it. We go in fast and quiet. If someone see's something that does'nt look right, I want you to take it out with your knife or what ever kind of weapon that ai'nt a gun!", the leader stepped back from the table looking at his clan. He was proud of them, he knew they would not fail.

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Ok here it is. You play as a Raider in the Sabre Clan, simple, you and the rest of the players, will help with the sacking of White Swan. There will be more to the Rp, but this is just where it starts.

Rules

1. I'am Master of the Rp, what I say goes. No one is above me.

2. No flamming or insulting other players, while not in character.

3. Swearing is fine, just dont over do it, I know Raiders swear alot, but this is still on a forum.

4. No all Knowing Characters. Dont have your character know what someone is thinking.

5. DO NOT JUST POST SOMETHING OUT OF CHARACTER.

6. Use "OCC's" when speaking out of character. Do not just post "OCC's".

7. SEND ALL CHARACTER SHEET TO ME BEFORE YOU POST ANYTHING.

8. Use Common Sense during the Rp, if you get shot in the head then your dead. If you get shot in the leg, you cant start running around, you will have to limp or something.

9. HAVE FUN. I really want people to enjoy this Rp.

Character Sheet: Once Approved by myself, please put APPROVED

Name:
Nickname: (None is fine)
Age:(Be reasonable)
Race:(NO GHOULS. Remember Raiders hate ghouls)

Apperance: (What they look like)

Weapons:(No Laser or Plasma Weapons)

Equipment: (What extra stuff they have)

Bio: (How they got into the Sabre's. Have it a reasonable length)

Intro: (Introducing your charcter into the Rp. Have it a reasonable length )

SEND ALL CHARACTER SHEETS TO ME FOR APPROVAL. I await your Character Sheets

Character Sheet

Name: Jon Williams
Nickname: Long Jon
Age: 32
Race: Caucasian

Apperance: 5' 10" 210lbs, muscular, Long black greasy grimmy hair, three scars on his chest, tan dirty skin.

Weapons: 30.40 Kreg carbine, .44 Magnum, Ripper, Spiked Knuckles

Equipment: Insta mash x3, dirty water x3, x6 revolver cylinders, x150 30.40 rounds, Raider Spiked armor

Bio: Jon was always a fan of the Sabre's. When he was just 14 yrs old, they recruited him into their clan after he helped them fend off a once powerful clan called the Willabies. He worked his way up into becoming the Sabre's leader after their leader was seriously wounded in a raider clan war, in northern florida.

-----The Sabre Camp-----

Jon sat in the old beaten house, as the rest of the raiders walked out and grabbed their weapons from their tents and small huts. The day would be good, hopefully the Regulators would flee as jon and the Sabre's came to the town. He knew they would try and put up a fight, but with the way things were looking for the Regulators, they were just down right scared of the Sabre's. Atleast from the stories they had heard.

Jon walked out into the swamp and took in a deep breath of "fresh" air, as he went and gathered his gear. The swamp of dangerous for anyone, including raiders. Southern Deathclaws were as dangerous or even more so, than any deathclaw that you'd come apon anywhere else. Jon gathered his weapons and placed them on himself. His rifle was old but it was good, his revolver was nice and powerful, and his ripper was just waiting to tear into Regulator and Settler flesh. Once he gathered his gear, he walked back outside to meet his Sabre's and lead them to victory...

Name: Barry Burton *Any resemblance to anyone, real or fictitious is merely a coincidence

Age: 32

Race: White Male

Appearance: 6,2", Muscular Build, short black hair.

Weapons: .357 Magnum, Pump-Shotgun

Equipment: Dark Red Tactical Vest, small pack, ammo, food, a few personal items.

Bio: Barry was once a fighter, always on the good and righteous side. Until one day, he had worked with a small group of Regulators in Alabama. They had been searching for a group of raiders, and Barry was leading a small group of men to lead the Raiders into a trap. He succeeded but the trap was a small town, where his family was located, which was utterly destroyed. Seeking revenge he killed several regulators. Soon he began following the men south, leading him to "White Swan"

Intro: Knowing he couldn't possibly tackle the regulators alone, he began looking for the "Sabres". Local talk was that they weren't to fond of the regulators. He treked through the swamp, past the decaying hulks of ancient trees, past the debris strewn from when the bombs fell. He took care of a deathclaw and everything got deadlier and more mutated as he went farther into the swamp. He had a feeling he could finally kill those regulator assh*les. He reached the raider base in the swamps a few days later.

Name: Anthony S. Derringer (But nobody but him knows it)
Nickname: Reaver (This is what he goes by)
Age: Unknown, likely 30s-40s
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Reaver wears a long, black leather trench coat, that swings behind him as he walks. He has a worn black scarf wrapped around his neck, and a bandanna covering his mouth. He also has a big pair of retro styled shades on, and a black fedora. Reaver's face is almost never seen, but few know he has a shaven face and thin eyebrows, and dark brown eyes. Reaver is fairly thin, but muscular. His hair is short and cropped.

Weapons: Two scoped .500 magnums http://www.taurususa.com/main/images/500.jpg
6 .32 revolvers inside his coat, a .357 strapped to his waist, a sawn-off shotgun, a Derringer (very compact revolver) stuffed down his right boot, and a .38 special on each hip. He also has a golden switchblade and a golden pair of brass knuckles.

Equipment: Various scopes, sights, ammunition, and attachments for his guns.

Bio:

The first time he tried to get in the Sabre's, they refused bluntly. So he decided to prove himself. A few days of listening in on them and information gathering, he determined that they were trying to kill an overzealous Regulator leader that was out to get them. Reaver bought 27 guns and over 3600 rounds of ammunition for this occasion. Carrying half of all that with him, he bust into the Regulator's warehouse, and took down over 39 regulators. He wasted all six of his .32s in the leaders chest, and blasted off his knee caps with his shotgun. He finished him off by beheading him with a .357. He returned to the Sabre's with the leaders head, and instantly gained membership.


Intro:

Reaver sat on a rotting tree stump, loading rounds into his scoped .500 magnum. He swung the chamber back into the gun, and aimed at a fruit that had fallen from a tree a good fifty yards away. With his first shot he burst the little green orb into a puddle of juice. He hadn't even used the scope. His next target was a swaying limb over twice the distance away. Using his red dot scope, he broke off a piece of the limb in his first shot, and sent it flying from the tree with his second. It had taken him only three seconds to demolish the limb, including the time it took him to refocus after his first shot.

Reaver was about to leave, as he rose from his stump, but a sound caught his attention. Suddenly, a flock of ravens took off from the underbrush, just as Reaver drew his second .500. He pointed them both towards the tangle of green where the sound came from. Out walked a cautious Regulator, dressed in a dusty brown coat, similar to the black trench coat Reaver wore.

Name:
Niky... (Bloody-Hatchet or Hackett')

Age: Between 16 - 20,
her parents murdered only hours after her birth and the raiders who brought her up from a young age where also slaughtered around her.

Race: Polish... Very distinct accent.

Appearance:
Small but and stocky... Niky has a muscular build but she has not lost her femanin features that are clearly visible through her armour made up mostly of pieces of metal and leather belts. Her verery dark ginger hair matted and soiled with dried blood stands out against her pale skin. A screwdriver sits in a belt tight around her slender waist.

Weapons:
A very large sword made from a sharpened helicopter blade, about 4.5 feet long and a hand harved wooden handle has been rivited to it.
A fire axe with the bottom half of the handle cut off to create a hatchet.
A very crude 12 cylinder grenade laucher with a veriety of grenades...

Equipment:
Whet stones for sharpening weapons...
4x buckshot grenade, 2x flash-band-grenade, 2x smoke grenade, 8x HE grenade, 1x EMP grenade and 1x tear-gas grenade.

Bio:
Only hours old Niky was kidnapped by from her parently by a vicious gang, several years later she saw her kidnappers slaugtered around her as she fled into the wild. There again she was captured this time by a group of Regulators who believed her to be a raider. An a few more years later she was rescued from the Regulators, who did not kill her as she was so young, by the sabres... Her very fragmented upbringing means she is unawear of her exact age... It has been seven years since she was rescued from the Regulators and since then has fit in perfectly into the Sabres, even taking up a large sword as her favored weapon, she is respected and feared by the other members of the sabre Raiders.
In combar she is savage and yet detached, taking enjoyment in the carnage and pain she causes yet feeling no remourse.

Niky sits in an armchair next to the fireplace in the living room just of the kitchen, she sits accross it sideways her back on one arm and her legs dangling over the other arm of the chair. Her large sword lay between her legs blade pointing to the cealing she ran her whet stone up and down the blade the grinding sound bearly audiable over the crackling of the fire...
She sat there when ever she was not on a Job, she even carried out the same habits every time she sat there; Sharpening her sword or hatchet, svcking the handle of her screwdriver or spinning the 12 cylinder grenade launcher.

Name: Ben Ringer
Nickname: Eagle Eye
Age: 28
Race: Human (what else?)

Apperance: Ben is a middle-weight guy who is very fit for his age, he has short brown hair and a little rough facial hair
Weapons: An R700 like http://www.snipercentral.com/images/m40a3b.jpg (but not in perfect condition) and a .50 cal desert eagle
Equipment: Light-weight padded armor, with shoulder pads. shin-guards, fore-arm guards, etc. but light-weight

Bio: It was always his dream to be part of the Sabres. At age 22 he tried to join multiple times and they refused until one day he told them he would prove himself. They agreed and he killed three of their best snipers in a sniper battle

Intro: Ben was polishing the scope on his sniper. He usually had aiming practice once a week for about an hour, but didn't this week because he knew of the upcoming raid and had to conserve ammo. He was sitting alone by his small one person tent. He had a couple friends in the Sabres but usually kept to himself. He could hear other Sabres talking and laughing off in the distance in another part of the camp.

He polished his R700 and then his desert eagle and started t oget ready for bed. Then he heard a noise from an unexpected direction. He turned and saw a regulator come out from behind a tree. The regulator obviously hadn't seen their camp yet. Ben pulled out his R700 and began to focus in on the man's head with the scope... This should be easy. Ben took a deep breath and...

Reaver looked through his revolver's scope, watching the Regulator walk towards the camp. Better not be here to start any trouble...

Long Jon looked at the man who had suddenly walked into the raiders compound. The man looked like an old Regulator, but without the dorky over coat.

"We dont take kindly to visitors around these parts!", Long Jon said unholstering his .44 Magnum. The man acted calm, but Long Jon could tell that he was'nt sure of what to do. Long Jon looked at the man with a piercing stair.

"Come inside and we'll talk?", Long Jon said as he motioned for the man to enter the house. Long Jon saw that Reaver and Ben were at the ready to fire their weapons, "Dont you do a damn thing!", Long Jon said to the two. The man along with Long Jon entered the house and sat at the table. Long Jon grabbed some whiskey and poured some for the man, who looked at the drink suspisious of what it could have in it.

"Dont worry its just genuine Kentucky Whiskey, that me and the guys found while we were raiding some caravan out in the wastes", Long Jon sat across the small table and looked at the man (Peterbuilt), and layed his .44 Magnum pointing at man. "So what are you doing here?", Long Jon said with his piercing look again...


OCC: I've got stuff to do so I wont be on for a few hours. And just an FYI there are NO REGULATORS in the area. I'll be back in a few, so dont post anymore gun fights or anything. And we have to wait for Peterbuilt to post again, until things get moving. Just talk amoungst each-other. Thanks

Name: Bear Jay
Nickname: Papa
Age: 38
Race:Caucasian, dark complexion.

Apperance: Like a military sargent from hell.

Weapons: 2 Frag grenades, Railway rifle, Chinese Assault Rifle, Buck knife, 50's era shaving blade.

Equipment: Torn military suit circa 2060's, canteen (dirty water), Ammo,

Bio: After the small arms war of detroit, Papa Bear traveled to florida carving a bloody path across the nuclear torn US. He eventually met a large band of mercs who led him into the land that they only discribed as "the swamp" the mercs made the mistake of trusting Jay, and he slaughtered them after he helped them win their current engagement. He resided there for some time, living under one of the few trees left in the swamp. He later crossed paths with "Long John" Williams who gave him a successfull tryout, although was turned off by his unknowing of Bear's past.

Intro: Papa watched the boys get ready for war, as he had done many times in the past. He knew the choices that he would make when they were there, when they were at the compound at the undisclosed date in the future, he had his plan. "The Sabres ready?" He called out. Then he helped usher the troops into the swamp for the first drill of the day. While there he helped the new guys with his war experience. Looking around he saw nothing particularly special about this day. One guy showing off his magnum, one guy with a massive man made sword, and one, seeming covered from head to toe in armor. They all looked up to Papa like a father. Papa was ready for the coming day, and he was ready to make his choice.

For a second he thought he was going to have his brains splattered, but the raider put the weapon away but his stare seemed like enough to still kill him. Barry was led into the compound. He noticed he was covered by a few people. "They got some common sense"

He was lead to a small table, put his weapons on the table and took the offered whiskey. The man seemd nice, atleast not crazy like most raiders he had seen.

The man who he figured was the boss began to talk to him. "Name's Barry, ex-regulator" "Been tracking these guys for a few months, heard you guys didn't like them much either" "Thought I might help kick some regulator ass" ....

Long Jon looked at Barry for a moment, the man had probably been through alot lately? The man looked tired and some-what nervous to be around Long Jon, "Why did you come here, we dont let most intruders live?", Long Jon pulled out a cigarette, and held a match to it. Long Jon took a nice drag off the cigarette, as he leaned towards Barry. Once again Long Jon asked him the question, "Why did you come here?".

Long Jon was curious of the man, but did'nt know what to make of him. The sounds of the Sabre's outside talking amoungst each-other about the man could be heard, coming through the cracks and holes in the house...

OCC: Just highlighting your inaccuracies.


Niky leant off her chair, and put on her boots. She left the ratty slippers she had been wearing on the chair as a she always did as though to mark the chair as hers.

Skulking over to the table where the two sat Niky propped her sword up against the table and took a seat.
As not to be rude she did not speak at first she instead waited for a break in the conversation before explaining her pressence.

"Dont mind me, I take particular interest in Regulators as I hold a particular grudge. " Shy smiled dryly at the Barry.
"So if you dont mind im just gonna sit here quietly and wait for the Boss' decision to let you live or blow your head off."

"Ok, I came this way hoping I could kill every damn person in the town, looking for some revenge for what happened to my family."

"Hey man, I was a regulator for a week, almost a half a year ago, I want them as dead, as much as you." "They also never found out who killed their men in Alabama, they still truust me, that could be helpful to you guys."

He began looking around for exits and had the loaded .357 in his jacket, which the man hadn't noticed, just in case they didn't want him....

Reaver stuck one of his .500 magnums to the back of Barry's head, and spoke in a soft but demanding voice.
"Make one move towards the exit, or even move a finger within a foot of that .357, and your brains will be the new decor for this here table."

"Great, why dont we just all get out guns eigh...." She pulls out her hatchet and hacks a leg off the table, catching the bottle of whiskey with her other hand.
The guns, her sword and glasses of whiskey sliding to the floor but the concealed gun now alot more easily visable.
"Everyone put your damn guns in your damn holsters... I dont intend to get shot on my day off."

"****ing hell" She stands up to collect her sword and slides it into a large shieth on her back, the sword is atleast 3 inches wide and about 4.5ft long is almost as big as her as she is only 5.2ft tall. Then putting her hatchet in her thigh sheath she sits back down again, turning the chair sideways as to not have to lean on her sword.

Long Jon looks at the group of gathering Sabres, as they all start pulling guns. The man was obviously nervous, but Long Jon could see he was serious about killing some Regulators. Long Jon stood up quickly looking at the Sabres with his piercing look.

"PUT YOUR DAMN WEAPONS AWAY!", Long Jon yelled as he grabbed his .44 Magnum from the ground. He looked at Reaver who was still holding his revolver. "PUT THAT DAMN REVOLVER AWAY OR I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF!", Long Jon looked at him for a moment.

"Everyone better be packed, because we're leaving right now!", Long Jon grabbed Barry from the chair and pulled him into his room. "I've got my eye on you so dont f*** anything up, or I'll have you hanging in the swamp with nothing but you dike!", Long Jon grabbed his Kreg and his bandalier and placed his ripper on his waist and his Magnum in its holster on his leg.

The day would be bloody and mean, nothing would stand in the way of Long Jon and his Sabres. Barry and Long Jon walked out of the room together, while Barry picked up his weapons from the ground and Long Jon met his Sabres outside once more.

"Lets move out, we've got some Regulators to kill and some Townies to thrill!", the crowd that had assembled held up their weapons cheering on as Barry walked out behind Long Jon holstering one of his guns. "Barry remember I've got my eye on you, along with everyone else in this camp. So dont mess up, and you might be able to join", Long jon stepped of the porch step and the clan followed suit behind Long Jon...

OCC: Ok so for everyone that was in the house, Bebop, Pete, Jester, you guys can start your post from when Long Jon yells, up until we start walking. Everyone else post what you are doing while the conversation in the house is going on, up until we are moving out. Thanks

OOC:Wow, that was freaking hilarious, Dr.

Ben began to feel left out, as everyone started to gather inside the house. He heard Long Jon yell something about hanging and a dike. Ben quickly finished getting ready, as he saw the Regulator walk out of the house unharmed. Long Jon must be using this guy, maybe he's not a regulator? Ben ran up to Long Jon and the others, who were all ready and asked, "Long Jon, you want me to climb that radio tower near White Swan and keep a look out with my sniper? Just incase anything goes wrong." He pulled a small book bag off of his back and unzipped it. He then pulled out a walkie talkie and handed it to Long Jon. "To keep in touch, just incase I spot anything fishy." He waited for Long Jon's approval.

Papa lit a ciger and laughed at the comments flying around camp. He noticed the big guns flying around. He wanted to use some, soon. He had an itchy trigger finger and wanted a scratch. He decided to scratch it himself.

"hey Jon" "We going in guns blazing or you want someone to open the town up first?" ....

Long Jon looked at Ben as he thought of what he had said. The morning was dry and the humid air felt sticky, the clan was moving out, and the town of White Swan was about to get a wake-up call.

"Ben when we get to White Swan, I want you to radio me everything you see. Before me and the rest move into the town and attack", Long Jon grabbed the old walkie talkie and the clan continued on their way to White Swan.

Long Jon looked at the Barry for a moment as they kept walking, "No we are not going in guns blazing, thats what gets people killed and then complete chaos follows. I want chaos, but I want the Regulators and Townies to be in chaos, while the Sabres play it cool and neat. I dont want anyone to get killed on this raid", Long Jon said as he looked back at the clan.

The clan was tough and messy. Long Jon knew that they would not fail during their raid on White Swan...

"[censored] sixist bastards..." She stands up, turns the chair to face the table and pushes it under, propping the table up to stand level on the chair.
"Stupid men fear men, but are too blinded by pride to fear a women, I woulda done worse to your [censored]ers if you hadnt put the weapons than the boss would."

Niky stops shouting to herself and goes back to her chair where she sits and clicks grenades into her grenade launcher...
"Whon... Two un Three... Buckshot..." Clicking them into the barrels.
"Thor, Five... Flash... six, Seven and Ate... Smoke, EMP, Tear-gas.." She then filled the other four barrels with HE grenades...

The raiders had been rushing around for about half an hour since the boss' announcemant and since loading her grenade launcher Niky had become lost in the crackling fire... There she sat all night gazing into the fire untill she fell asleep...
She called over to a young raider who had recently joined the clan;
"Boey, take this sack and put it in my bedrum... It is the whon with the deathclaw head on the door, root through my smalls, and I will replace it with yours..." She flashed him a smile...
"Then join us outside, Boss has a little speech before every raid, its courtesy to listen...

She stood up and walked outside to where the majority of the raiders had gathered... The damn Ex-Regulator towards the front of the group...
Leaning on the side of the main building she watched cleaning muck out of under her nails with her screw driver...

As the group of raiders began to walk off she followed towards the rear with the young raider she had been ordering around earlier... She innocently flirted with him, knowing that if he made a move she could cut him down and none of the other raiders would even question her...
She liked the power game, but also was very lonely and the young boy was very easy to be guided into a conversation with her, about what she wanted to talk about.

Long Jon looked around the swamp. Nothing was around the whole area. Not even the sounds of a Southern Deathclaw was heard echoing through the swamp. The sun began to rise over the swamp, it was about 10:30 am. Long Jon liked the morning, it was always a good time to attack a town or settlment.

OCC: Just to make things clear, Everyone in the Rp is walking to White Swan.

OOC: Char sheet is further down


Kane stayed a bit behind the group, but slipped in later. He looked around and Niki caught his eye. He slithered a bit closer and saw the new member. Ahh the new one. I haven't really met him yet. Kane walked a bit faster to catch up with the two. "Hey kid. First raid?" Kane asked the boy with a slight grin. The boy was a bit shy, and responded with a small yes and a look to his feet. "Don't be shy kiddo. I'm not going to hurt you. You should look for either Niki or me. The names Kane by the way." Kane gave Niki a quick smile and the boy a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Kane looked up for the cheif. He found the tall man and slipped through the group of raiders. Kane tapped his boss on the shoulder. "Hey boss, you want me running or sniping?"

A very timid look spread across the boys face, asthough someone just told him his favorite possession was being burnt thousands of miles away and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Do not worrie boey..." She put her arm round his shoulder and squeesed him sideways
"Jus follow me and you will be ok"

Seeing as they where almost at their destination she drew her sword, and jogged towards the front of the part behind Kane. She was normaly first in due to her close quarters weaponry and found that charging towards already alarmed guards did little for her complexion, she prefered diving through windows into the rooms of sleeping guards or atleast burstign down doors on unexpecting guards...

"So boss who there hell we killing this morning?" Ide like to know whether I should suspect combat shotguns or flamers,
*muttering to Kane* "Remember last time he said they were a house full of wastelanders and i break in only to lockjaws with a nine foot deathclaw??"

OOC: Here is my Char sheet since my comp is now running.

Name: Jack Rust
Nickname: Kane
Age:21
Race:Caucasian
Apperance: Jack is a thin man with an athletic build. He has A scar on his forehead from an early fight in his boyhood, and his armor carries pieces from hundreds of sets of armor, but still shows resemblance to Painspike armor. His left arm also has several scars from battle wounds.

Weapons: A hunting rifle with a scope, a hunting knife, and a silenced 10mm pistol with the inlay of his father's company (Mercs).
Equipment: .32 Rounds x132, 10mm Rounds x102, Cram x4, Camouflage pants

Bio: Jack had always been rough around the edges. He was always fighting with his brother. The scar was from his brother. When Jack was 13, they were fighting one day and his brother broke a bottle and attacked Jack. He has never told anyone this. Jack lived near white swan for almost all of his life. While he was out hunting, his family was killed. His house was ransacked. He saw Sabres leaving his land, so he vowed to get revenge. He stalked them back to their camp, and took down three, mercilessly cutting them down as if they were a plastic package. He started to grow an appreciation for the way that the Sabres worked. He figured out who the leader was, and caught him while he was alone in his cabin. For his stealth and ruthlessness, he was accepted.


Kane turns to Niki "Is that the time I saved your ass from getting eaten? Yeah I remember that" Kane replies with a smirk. He falls back a bit to beside Niki. "Hey after this do you want to get a drink somewhere?" He asked calmly. Jack had always had an appreciation for Niki, but lately he found her to be a bit more....attractive. Her killing style was a lot like his. Either quick one-hit kills or brutal slashing sprees. He started to think like he was begining to like her in a new way, but he didn't understand it. He never had any real friends.