Characters Name: Miles

Miles started his teen years on the boarder of Arizona and Mexico, while he never knew his father, his mother worked in a small bar and Miles worked as small time handy man, always fixing water pumps, Brahmin carts and repairing any salvage that entered the town, though his true Talents ability to fight out numbered, many times 3:1, He would often loose but his display of martial talents often discouraged any would be trouble makers away from causing a ruckus in the bars. Though not having any siblings, Miles looked after an orphanage girl which he called Bunny from her front buck teeth, and innocent attitude which she used quite often to lure traders to lower the prices on some of there wares, in return Miles would split the profit with her, whether it be caps, food or her favorite drink a Sunset Sarsaparilla, especially on hot summer days.

Though one day out hunting Radscorpions for there glands, he heard the sounds of gun shots that were more frequent then usual. He picked up his remaining spears he had laying out and headed back to town. Thinking it was probably just another rowdy band of gunslingers showing off he didn't make haste till he heard a defining scream, hustling faster and faster back to town he could see small clouds of smoke coming from the center of town. Stalking up behind one of the small mud-brick homes he could see it wasn't just a band of gunslingers, but a whole team of Jackal Raiders, only seeing 4 of them he though he could take up a small ambush position and pick them off with his spears, but after seeing 6 more Jackals come out of the bar with his Mother tied up as a slave his thirst for blood was to immense for him to stay back.. sprinting out from behind the mud-brick home he sent 2 of his Spears landing into 2 different jackals chests before the others could even knew what happened. With the Jackals full aware of his presence they all raised there pistols and Sub-machine guns a Miles and started blasting away at him, Luckily for him, he retreated behind the towns well cap and all the pistol rounds could not penetrate the mud-bricks. Taking a few sensible breathes he raised up and flung one more of his spears right into the throat of the Gangs leader, then was hit by 3 9mm sub-machine gun rounds into right arm. Taking cover behind the well cap again, his throwing arm was left useless and only armed with his power fist He charges the remaining Jackals and ends up knocking 1 more Jackals skulls in, before another Jackal pistol whips Miles on the side of his head knocking him uncontentious.

Feeling brief moments of being dragged he could see he was tied behind one of the towns Brahmin, he could only see the feet of 2 jackals who were taking point but he knew there were more at least 4 more. He then lost contentiousness again. Waking Somberly he was still tied up behind the Brahmin and felt the blisters that plagued his chest area from the hot sand burning his flesh. knowing he was going to die, he just thought about what had happened to his mother and more importantly little bunny. Thinking about how he could escape his predicament, and search for his mother and bunny he heard a whimpering cry to his left, he rolled over on his rib cage to see little bunny sitting in a makeshift cage. He knew that he was either going to die trying to rescue Bunny or kill every Jackal in the camp. Thinking of a way to get a knife to cut his rope he noticed of the jackals was walking towards the cage, with Bunny still crying the Jackal threw a rock at the cage and started laughing and replying "oh little girl if you weren't so ugly I would of had my way with you 10 times over by now." Thinking of a final plan he would curl up in a fetal position and begin to have a coughing fit, hopefully alarming one of the jackals to come over to check on there new "catch". After bellowing out a few coughs one of the Jackals commanded another to check on him to make sure he wasn't sick and not worth there time to try and sell, creeping over knife in hand one of the guards came and poked at Miles "Boy! you best not be sick! we lost to many men to to you 'Heroic actions!'' Miles looking from his left side could see the Jackal get close to him, this is when he arched back his leg and kicked the Jackal right in the throat. Dropping his knife Miles kicked the knife near his hands where he cut himself loose before the others could run over and see what the commotion was. Miles cutting the last knot thought to himself "What luck!"

Skulking behind one of the Brahmin he saw one of the female Jackals marching past him to check the rope, the then came out and Tackled the girl from behind and slit her throat and bounced up and took cover behind one of the nearby makeshift tents. The female jackal, savagely trying to hold her neck together and trying to stand up was enough for her to have barely enough time to draw her revolver and aim at Miles area, but before she could pull the trigger, fell to the ground and with her last movement of life blindly fired a round on the ground and struck Bunny Cage, Miles instinctively looked up to see if Bunny was hit, one round right to the side of her head. Looking at the cage Miles had felt time had stopped, and it seemed like he stared at her lethargic body he knew she was dead. With nothing else to loose he grabbed the tip of the knife to throw at the other Jackal, but before he knew it, a very harsh crack hit him behind the head.

Waking up in what seemed to be a well made cage traveling on Brahmin cart, he could hear a language he had no idea what they were saying. He though he might of been captured by Mexican Slaver gang, but he knew they didn't operate this far west. Who were these people? using his last bit of strength he pulled himself up and leaned up against the interior bars of the cage to take a few glances. Leather Armored men wearing face masks made of Bandanas, and leather Helmets. He then Noticed a Red standard of a Golden Bull. He then began to close his eyes and fall asleep and his dreams were more like nightmares. He saw himself walking around his small town, and noticed his mother in front of the bar on her knees wearing a collar with her hands tied up, running closer to untie her she swiftly looked over giving a glaring look "You could have saved me Miles, now look at me!" He then started to peddle backwards, tripping over a broken crate he looked to his left and saw Bunny looking down on him "Look what happen Miles! Why didn't you rescue me!" Standing back up he cautiously started walking backwards loudly apologizing to them, in return they just kept repeating "Why Miles! You could have saved us! WHY! WHY WHY DID THIS HAPPEN!"

Waking up to a bucket of water hitting drenching him he was totally naked other then a small loin cloth and could now see a Tall man wearing very strange Metal armor with some sort of Red Frill at the top Shouting at him "SURGE CANIS!" not knowing what the hell he just said he just assumed he wanted him to stand up. He then raised his arms and started to press against his ribs and Miles shifted back, then the man pulled back his arm and slapped miles in the face with the back of his arm shouting "Nec movere!" after raising his arm again pressing on his body and gently slapping his butt the Man in the weird helmet looked at him "Your lucky boy! If it wasn't for your savage thirst for blood I would have killed you on sight!" Miles confusingly looked at the man "where the hell am I?" The Man raised his arm again and slapped Miles again "Dog! This is the Mighty Caesars Legion! Don't you ever speak again unless spoken too!" from a few feet away another man comes walking out of a tent wearing a lavish assortment of Leather armor and a velvet red cloak draping down his back "Phelix... I will take it from here" Phelix saluting this leather clad man he briskly walked away shouting at nearby men. "Son, you have any idea whats going on?" Miles looks up at this new man "No.. sir... None my entire..." before miles finished the man replies "Yes your village was attacked and you and two other people were the only survivors, we saw... we also saw how you blindly led an assault on a pack of raiders that out numbered you 12:1 and you still held your ground, pretty impressive for a tribal boy" Looking down Miles could not get the image of his mother enslaved and the body of bunnies body laying there out of his head, instinctively Miles just let out "yes sir..." the man puts his hands on Miles shoulders "we also saw what had happened at the camp, my scouts were keeping a close eye on this raiding party, and saw what happened to that... girl, it was... unfortunate." Small started to roll down Miles face, but the beads of sweat masked them. He looked up "You said there was 2 people... who was the other?" The man rolls his head back "oh... it was a women, older women, short black hair, pretty smile have to give her that much..." Describing Miles mother perfectly Hastily looks up at the man "Where.. where is she?! is she alive?!" The man looks down giving miles a scowl "Yes, she's alive. the morons who put the collar on her forgot to arm it and she was taken by us, for.. protection... why was she your village elder?" Before miles could even think the words he bellowed out "Where is she! I need to know now!" Raising his eye browns and giving a small grin the man reply's "oh shes gone, she left here yesterday, you've been out a few days she's safe no worries... well safe enough.. .hahaha"

Before the conversation continued another man in leather armor, but without the cloak ran up to what Miles appears as some sort of leader cried out "Sir! we have contact with the Profligate devils in black armor!" Hastily making his way back to his tent the man in the red cloak shouted out "How many! Do they have any sort of explosives with them?!" before Miles could make any more of the conversation out the tent flap closed shut and two men wearing face masks with feathers on there helmets and Bolt action rifles guarded the tent from any trespassers. He could see the entire camp getting geared up hastily flinging on there armor, grabbing there swords and spears rushing off to meet with the Man with the red frills and then 4-6 men would run off in different directions together. Wondering what these Black armored "devils" were, thinking of the stories traders would tell about men wearing Black armor only armed with a Revolver with 6 shots would blindly fight off rading parties of more then 10 people, The traders called them Rangers, and were said to be Angels in black armor. Then the Tent flap opened up and the Man in the red cloak now sported a few more pieces of metal on his armor, and had a power fist with what it looks like a makeshift shotgun on the end of it. The man in the Red Frill helmet come running down the Hill "Sir, we believe there are atleast 12 of them banded together above the ridge...." both of them running up the hill and their voices became muffled then silent. Miles stood there not knowing what was going on, the camp lay nearly empty but a few other men gathering supplies and placing them on boats, getting ready what it looks like a retreat or a regrouping? After a few hours Miles began walking around looking for water and a nice place for some shade but it was difficult tied down to a fence post like a horse but slipping the knots loose was easy but time consuming, right when he found a bucket of clean water and a pile of rubble blocking the sunlight he heard gun shots not to far off from where he was. The few men that stayed behind now started to cast there boats out and began rowing swiftly. looking over at one of the small boats he could see one of them men shooting his bolt action rifle at the hill line, then after a few shots, the soldier was hit in the chest area and fell back in the water. Miles hiding behind this pile of rubble hoping these men would not notice him behind the rubble, he could see these men wearing what it looks like long leather coats in masks that had red eyes carrying giant revolvers, they swept through the camp going from tent to tent looking for any other of these leather armored soldiers. Thinking it was safe, he noticed one of them looked up and spotted him. Thinking this was the end for him he huddled up behind the rubble and just cried out "oh bunny I'm so sorry..." before he noticed the men in this black armor was looking down on him "Legion scum!" pulling out his revolver he pulled the hammer back Miles let out "no! don't shoot!! I'm not one of these guys!" The Ranger pulls his gun back, releasing the hammer "Alright, then who the [censored] are you?! you got 10sec!" Miles sat up "I have no idea whats going on! one moment I'm hunting radscorpions, the next raiders burn my town, then I'm kid napped and..." before he finished the ranger crouched down near him "oh! it was your town that those Jackals hit,,, That was some terrible luck kid, how did you get captured by Legion? Miles looked up at the rangers mask with the red eyes not knowing what face hides behind it could only say one thing "I don't know... I just know i was hit in the head after I tried killing off the rest of those "Jackals" and i ended up here!" The ranger stood up and looked down at him, "wow, that svcks kid. I.." before the Ranger Finished his sentence he saw the man in the Red Cloak raise his fist and hit the ranger right in the head turning his what was his head into hamburger. "oh man... this was suppose to be a good day.." The man in the Red Cloak sat down and layed his back down next to miles. "oh god... urghh... [censored] this burns." Miles shifting back and sitting on his knees tried to help the man in the red cloak get his armor off, and noticed a bullet whole mark on his left shoulder area, bleeding out extremely fast, placing the mans cloak over his wound he could see the cloak soaking up massive amounts of his blood, before he knew it, the blood was soaking through his cloak. Miles knew this man was going to die soon.

"Urghh... [censored], hey I need you to deliver this not to someone, can Caesar count on you?" Miles concerned and confused looks down at this man "Uhhmm.. Yeah I guess so?" With his right arm the man viciously grabs Miles shoulder "This is VERY important, this isn't a "guess so" task. This is VERY important to our advancement to the Mojave! oh man... can't belive today is the day... urghh... son, take this" The Man in the red cloak grabs his necklace and pulls it off his neck "This will protect you! Seek a man out, His name is... urgh... His name is Lucius, Give him this! you have no idea how important this is..." Miles grabs the Necklace from the man, it appears to be of a bull with the markings a little scratched off, and the pieces of paper folded up, with dabs of blood on it from the wound. Miles looks down and asks the man "that women you talked about earlier where did she go?" The man looked up with his glossy eyes "Go give that paper to Lucius and... urghh... and I guarantee you he can tell you, also... I know you are very good with your hands, I... urgh.. I want you to have this as well..." The man starts to take off his power fist with the makeshift shotgun attachment. "Now go! you don't have much time! urg.. uhh... Head north, and don't stop... till... ughh... till you hit a town called... ughh.. Called Goodsprings its a long journey... ughh.. by now we should have a camp near by... ughh.... UHHHH.... uhhhhhhhhh......." just like that the man lay there as lifeless at the Ranger sitting next to him with no head.

Miles Swiftly grabs up the mans Armor, removes the football pads and throws the leather armor over his shoulder, and grabs the Rangers Boots, and coat and slings over him. Folding the collar down and sitting on the rubble putting the boots on, getting the small medkit fom the rangers Metal Armor and canteen, and grabs a Satchel from a near by tent and fills it full of food and now he begins his journey accross the harsh Arizona Desert....



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