For those who don't know: The Badlands Project is an active RP that was created by Francois Lachon. Due to other commitments, he will no longer be able to run this RP. I have contacted him and will now be taking over the reins of the story so to speak.

He has given some details of what he had in mind for the story arc. And i'm confident, well Francois's confident, that i could do a good job of this.

Now rather than just continue the story. I need to know what I have to work with. I need to know which of the existing people are still going to participate. So if you still want in please post it so I cna keep your character in the story. If anyone wants out, this is not a problem. I may in some cases, with certain characters, ask for your permission to maybe let someone else take them over.

At the moment, I only want people who already have characters in the RP to reply. Once I find out who is staying I might let other people join or take over an existing character(with the author's permission). I look forward to hearing from all of you and to keeping this great RP alive.

naz

P.S. Stream has already agreed to continue with the RP.


Edit: Now accepting new characters.

Why Luck has agreed to continue and will take over Shadow Strike's Character as well


Edited to add links:

Original sign up thread: http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?showtopic=1038928&hl=badlands
Original RP thread: http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?showtopic=1038975&st=0

Please note: If you guys want I can repost all the text from the original RP when this starts back up again.

I would love to stay and keep my character, who is Paladin Trajan. Would also willing to take over another character if needed.

Cookies Ahoy has agreed to continue the RP.

With a strong reccomendation from Francois, is it just me? will be joining the RP as a new character adn possibly will control an already existing character. Sheet follows:

Number: 3
Name: Luke Thomas
Age: 197
Faction: 99

Personality: Serpentine and manipulative, number three will use deep buried insecurities and fears as a tool to achieve what he desires. Number three has one goal in what remains of his life and that is pleasing number one how ever he can, if that means the complete destruction of all in his path then so be it. three revels in combat and works to incite it behind the scenes wherever possible

Appearance: Once Caucasian but now has blood red skin due to the experiments conducted on the 99. Number three's eyes look like the dead eyes of a blind man but his vision is perfect. He is tall and wiry with thin compact muscle driving his lightning quick blows. A derisive sneer usually coats his conniving face only replaced when angry. Shaven head and no beard

Weapons: Two foot long blades mounted just below the wrist, serrated edges for efficient, brutal kills. Number three forgoes the efficiency of ranged weapons for the look of terror in the faces of his prey and the splash of blood on his face; he is able to move these at speeds sufficient to pierce most power armor.

Armor: number three wears a very tight second skin of very resistant fabrics layered to give maximum protection for the light weight required, this is as Blood coloured as number three's skin and is a full body suit incorporating gloves and plates at the bottom of the suit to make a sort of shoe, only his eyes are visible .

Bio: number three was created much in the mold of the other ninety-nine, he was built to be as good a soldier as any bar one or one hundred, whether this was achieved is debatable as others are stronger and more skilled with ranged weaponry but none is quite so agile as number three, he was made mainly for secret work behind enemy lines incorporating stealth and efficiency, this is the reason for his unusual skin tone and weaponry. Capable of killing almost anyone (obviously the other 99 are exempt from this as is 100), but may struggle when out numbered


There are still a couple of people I am waiting to hear from, Ribbotson and Mad Max, i'm looking at you.

At this point, if there is anyone els who would like to join, Please post a character sheet. I would ask that any new characters also tak a moment to refer to the links posted above. The first link is the origianl sign up thread and contains the set up for the RP. The character sheet template can also be found there. When posting your character sheet i would also ask that you, At the end of the sheet, post6 something to let me know wheteher or not you would be interested in controlling a second character as well. Again, I would haope that there will be no need for anyone other than myself to control multiple characters. But I want to have all my bases covered.

Note to new characters: I would prefer that you play the game as a human or ghoul and not one of the 99. If your desire is to play as one of the 99, PM me your character sheet before posting it here. I will only allow someone to play as one of the 99 if I really like your sheet. Due to the nature of the RP I would really prefer for people to be, well...people.

I look forward to hearing form everyone.

Glad to hear it. If all goes well the RP could continue tonight or tomorrow.

I may be on at some times to have a squiz at the RP at certain times... Who knows, we'll see, but either way; make sure to have fun alright guys? It took me about 4 months to come up with this idea...

Good to know. Btw...What's a squiz? great word.

Is it? Wow, I never thought someone'd say it'd be good for me to squiz at an RP when I just kind of 'gave' up on it...

Squiz: Generally looking at something with a cool air... That's Andy's definition right thar. Anyway, if anyone has any questions or wants to chat, send me a PM... I'm bored today and will be all day.

Here are the character sheets that were not in the orignal sign up thread.

Name: Trajan Lester

Age: 24

Faction: BoS, Lyon's Pride

Appearance: 6'2, with bonde curly hair that he kept at shoulder length, young and comely, and usually in his power armor.

Personality: Serious and Solemn, usually very calm even in the middle of mayhem. Proud to be a member of the Bortherhood, and even more so as he is a Pride. He regards all others who are not part of this family as inferior or even enemies, especially Outcasts, perhaps other than his hero, the Lone Wonderer. Has a secret crush on hte leader of his team, Sarah, and he had kept it to himself, swearing to protect her with all he's got.

Apparel: T45 (upgraded with Enclave material) with external holders for ammo

Weapon: Tesla Cannon (is this fine?), Laser Rifle

Bio: He was an intiate in when the worst of the fighting between Enclave and Brotherhood happened. Due to the sudden increase of casualties and deaths, there was a great need for new blood, and he was promoted to a knight soon. Due to his efficiency, he was made a Paladin. He witness the end of Liberty Prime and had participated in other small or big battles with the Enclave until the peace came. Then in the years taht followed, he aid the Pride in crushing the majority of the Super Mutants in DC area, and finally succeed in becoming a member of the Pride.



Name: Jill Masterson

Age: 3 Looks to be 23-25 years old

Faction: Android

Personality: Calm, laid back, intelligent, and friendly

Appearance: 5'7", slim agile frame, short light brown hair, light skin color, and light blue eyes

Weapons: Uzi and Machete

Armor: Raider Badlands Outfit

Bio: Jill was created in The Institute as a seeker class android. Her job was to find and capture other run away androids. Because of being from The Institute she knows quite a bit about electronics. In her days of hunting androids she learned how to fight with improvised weapons, and how to fight unarmed, these skills were sharpened by The Institute's programming. Two years after her creation she was on a mission to locate and return three androids that were in the Capitol Wasteland. The three androids were actually working together though. When she found one of them near Canterbury Commons she was cornered by the other two. She fought as hard as she could to complete her task, but in the end the three overpowered her. Her programming was altered, and she never returned to The Institute. Instead, she began blending in with Raiders, trying to avoid detection from The Institute.

I understand some people have PM'ed Naz about this... But can you guys please actually post in this Thread? Otherwise this is a little pointless...

looking forward to this one guys, I read the origonal and you all seem very good writers capable of making this go the distance.

Well, I don't think my character Number 24 is in the sign up sheet, so I am going to post it here:

Number: Yuki, 24

Age: 202

Faction: The 99

Personality: Somewhat cowardly, and desires accompaniment, no matter who they are. Due to her experiment, another mind spawned within her, and can take over her body, but she is usually in command. She somehow has a dislike to generally killing, and reserves herself for orders from higher numbers or those who have a higher number. She likes observing things, with a general interest to stare off into far horizon, and stand there just looking. She is intelligent in ways that she knew she was, as in the instinct to chose the best sniping positions and shooting at the right places, but she is not a very persistent hunter or a merciless one that exploit other's weakness without hesitation. In other words, she is rather thoughtful of others, even when it comes to the ones she is killing (as in giving "painless deaths")

Apperance & Clothing/Armour: Number 24 is cloaked with in white. This cloak is her only resort against bullets and such as it is made with a fabric that is soft and flexible enough to withstand direct hit from some bullets while providing resistant to other common attacks such as fire and laser. Under the white cloak is a loose dress made with the same substance as the cloak with extra sleeves that bent around the back in concealment of something else. With her cloak on, she seemed to have an hump. She is tiny, as her former human self was one of a young specimen of homo sapien, so from far away, she looks like a tiny kid, or at least a midget, thus she walks with difficulty. White hair hangs down from her head, covering her left eye, revealing a ice cold gray eye. With her increased strength as well, she can lift her heavy rifle with ease, but the recoil of the gun can sometimes be too much. Yuki is extremely pale, almost as white as her hair. There are two long arms, attached in an experiment, folded behind her back, which she can retract. Usually she uses them stabilize her body in using her rail gun, but sometimes for movements as well, and can climb walls while she take shots.

Weapons: She carries a large sniper rifle that is very much taller than her, with grooves on the sides that she can insert magnetic strips onto, changing the sniper rifle into somewhat a rail gun, which she used to hit targets at extreme distances. She had no other belongings other than a pair of weighted spiked boots, which she used to anchor herself to the ground. Bullets she fashioned them into a large necklaces that hung on her neck, including the magnetic ones that she use for her railgun.

Bio: Yuki is a young subject with a Japanese heritage, and the years of experiment had rendered all her former characteristics to fade away. As an experiment of increasing her eye's sharpness, she can pick up movments from far away, which prompt her into becoming a sniper. And thus she was ranked higher than some others. She generally travels with other 99 as a support.

I'll try my best to get on as much as possible and RP with you guys but school has been svcking up a crap load of my life. I will continue using my orginial character.

O.K everyone, we are live. As of now the RP shall continue. A couple of things first,

1) Please not that I am now controlling 3 characters. As such I do not wasnt to have infinite poesting. Most of my posts will be combined, unless for readons of dialogue.

2) When I post for the characters of Number 1 and the LW, I will post in third person. For anyone who read my original post below, you know why. Again Apologies to all who read it.

3) There are 2 characters without a single post as of yet. If the people controlling them want to contribute, they are more than welcome to. Until they do , they will not exist in the RP.

4) with reagrds to all other issues of continuity. Any other continuity issues due to not posting will be solved as we go along. Quite frankly, want to get this going.

Feel free to post now. I am working on an entry fro the characters I am controlling and it should be up in about 20-30 minutes.

We will contiue to use this thread. Links to the sheets, and the story so far can be found in the second post of this thread.

If there is anyone else who wants to join, PM me a shett and I will let you know.

So. That being said. Have fun. And i would like to say I only hope I can do justice to Francois' work.

naz

P.S. If anyone has suggestions or criticisms for my posts. Feel free to let me know. I'm going to need all the help I can get.

OOC: Im very happy with what I wrote this time. Hope you like it.

IC:

Number 1

He turned his head at smiled beneath his helmet at Twenty-Four. He had started to formulate a plan. A plan involving Twenty-Four. A plan that would certainly reduce the risk, what little there was, of anymore of his brethren being killed. A thought that held no small sense of discomfort for him.

They continued running through the wasteland, desolate and drab were the surroundings. And what buildings they did see were mostly nothing more that decrepit shacks and burnt out husks.

The truth was Number One didn't know exactly where he was going. All he could do was continue in the direction told to him by the officer. They had travelled for quite a while now. Images started to form on the horizon. They were the square shapes of buildings and other structures.

As Number One continued, his pace starting to quicken slightly. He could begin to see more details on the buildings. There was one building that caught his eye in particular. It was a large rectangular building and he could see the fence that ran around it's perimeter, topped with barbed wire.

The visor in his helmet enhanced his vision. Even without it his senses were better than that of any human. He could see the shapes of men that appeared to patrolling around building and could make out the armour that they wore. It was power armour. It appeared to be coloured a mix of black and red and was more like the T-51b armour than that of the other soldiers that they had previously decimated. Perhaps these were the Brotherhood.

He could see about 15 of the shapes moving and he came to a halt, just outside of the view of a sentry he noticed positioned on a bridge nearby. He wanted to keep running. To give a demonstration of their power once again .

But perhaps there was another way. As the other of his brethren came to a halt, he started walking towards Twenty - Four. He would not make her do it, but instead hoped, she would suggest it.

"There are armed troops up ahead and it's possible they are the Brotherhood." he was speaking in a commanding voice all the while smiling at Twenty-Four from beneath his helmet. She didn't like to kill and this could giver her another way to contribute

"I'm willing to hear any suggestions on how to proceed." It was something he had never done before. He was the one to decide their course of action, but he knew that some of the others were becoming restless.

He needed to keep his family together, no matter the cost.



LW

Benjamin smiled beneath his helmet. This was something you didn't see everyday. Especially in Megaton. The vertibird landed a short distance away form the gate. He couldn't help thinking that the Enclave had arrived a little too quickly.

The figure emerged from the vertibird. He had been expecting an officer of some kind to show up. At the very least, a scientist. The figure appeared to be a cute eighteen year old girl wearing faded black leather armour. He couldn't help thinking that there had to be more to this than met the eye. And since the Enclave was involved, he had best be on guard.

She approached him announcing her name. But his attention became occupied by a lone figure approaching the town. It took a moment for his eyes to focus. He could then clearly see the raider armour worn by the woman. He started to reach for the plasma rifle on his back but the girl, Sara she called herself, had already drawn her pistol and was aiming at the raider's head.

Sara was yelling at the raider who raised her hands and was suggesting that she could be of assistance.

Benjamin brought his hand up to the pistol held by Sara.

""Let's hear what she has to say."" He said the words calmly.

His ears were greeted by a sound from behind. It was familiar sound of a vertibird. He turned to look and could clearly see the crest of the Brotherhood of Steel.

"Well, at least the Pride is here."

Post guys! Naz surely shouldn't have gone to all this trouble for nothing? POST or I shall hunt you down. Good work by the way Naz, entertaining read and your involving everyone again which is great to see; good luck with it all.

Paladin Trajan straightened up. The flight was not a smooth one by any means. There are still a lot to improve, especially on these large metallic beast. Yet it was still the best form of transportation, especially in moving groups of people. No longer would you have to be on guard to be on the lookout for hidden dangers...not that the Super Mutants or the feral ghouls are any smarter than a radscorpian-they charge you with whatever they've got, which is usually not much at all...now we can just fly and try to rest while the pilots worked their ass off. Oh yes, occasionally a wise-ass raider would attempt to shoot us down with missile launchers, but usually they are easy to evade and very easy to return fire. The raiders do have a lack of wits. But all in all it was a pleasent flight-Sarah was sitting opposite of him, and he can stare at her beauty for however long he wants...

The pilot spoke something, and though Trajan wasn't paying attention, he instantly knew the Vertibird was going to touchdown. And a minute later, it did. The hatch opened, and dust flew in, as though some scavengers found a pile of corpse to loot. The Pride stood up together as Sarah Lyon rose from her bench. She grabbed her laser rifle, a new variant of the AER9, on her way out, while the other obtained their weapons. The Tesla Cannon felt heavy as he tightened the strap. Oh well, if there is anything that can one shot take down a vertibird, he would have bore it just the same.

Sarah Lyons was the first to exit the Vertibird, breaking through the veil of fine dust. Paladin Vargas followed behind, with Paladin Gallows, Paladin Glade, Paladin Kodiak, Paladin Dusk, and Paladin Kodiak following closely behind. they all had their assortment of weapons on them, ranging from gatling laser to missile launchers. Paladin Trajan was the last Paladin off, trudging slowly. Three more Knights exited, and immediately scanned their surroundings, while the older Paladins simply stood there. There was total of ten Pride present, all armed and ready for action. What would be the need of us? Certainly the Enclave did not rebel as such....or did they? He smirked. Lyon's Pride was probably more than enough to take on the Enclaves, even if they launched a full scale attack on Megaton. Besides, they have the Lone Wanderer, the legend of the Waste. What more do they need?

As the dust settled up, Trajan stared at the towering metal walls of Megaton. Though nowhere near the impressive Citadel or the Rivet City, this town does look Impregnable. A few people was standing inside the opened gates, and instantly he recognized his hero. Well, he does stand out, especially with that amazing T-51 armor on.

Sarah Lyons started towards Ben, waving. But before she can speak, Trajan jumped between them, and extended his hand. "Hi, I am Paladin Trajan, we might have met once or twice, but you probably never knew me. So, what can the Pride be of service?"

OOC: I am taking over Shadow Strikes' Cain as well, and I will try my best to switch between my two characters. Hopefully it turns out all right.

Number Twenty Four

The lack of weight inspired the traveling Number Twenty-Four some renewed vigor. Though she missed some of her snacks, yes, she found traveling much less difficult. And she was actually in high spirit (she couldn't believe herself either) as she had never felt herself so light. It was all great until a large gray dull building came up from beyond the horizon to the East. It didn't take a professional eye to know that it was fortified...and movements indicated life. So...we are heading that direction...wah woo...if Number One would be so kind that he would avoided that building...impossible. Very soon, Number One was staring at the building as he led them closer. Number Thirteen gave a deep chuckle as his black cloak almost seeming melted into his shadow on the ground. Number Seven and Number Six might have noticed as well. Hopefully they are only normal wastelanders...

Number Twenty-Four placed one of her hands over her brow to shield off the blinding sun. Fourteen, no, fifteen, no perhaps more within the building and even more beyond the bridge and on it with perhaps a some more humans or ghouls in the crowds of buildings to the side of the.... All in all, they post a threat, and by the looks of their armor, these people had access to higher technology. Her fist tightened. Of course they wouldn't stand a chance against them, as they had Number One with them, but a that many...the scale of fighting would be massive enough to cause heavy damage to them. The hand that shielded her face pointed to the distant fainted landscape. The wind was nil, and they had a clear view. It would not be difficult...what am I thinking? She shook her head. This...

"There are armed troops up ahead and it's possible they are the Brotherhood." Number One spoke, as he turned towards them. "I'm willing to hear any suggestions on how to proceed." It was something she had never heard Number said before. He was the leader, and had made all the decisions...but he did ask, and out of instinct, she processed the data she had and the situation they were in. Not all humans instinctively fire upon seeing them, and if we don't attack, they might not counter. But If we attacked now, she doubt that we can get out of it unscathed...all three single digits had the ability to shoot at a distance, but in terms of firepower, 15 vs. three can easily suppressed them, prevent them from even getting close. However, they are superb at closer range...

"Eh, eh...what if Number One, Six, and Seven go forth to the building with weapons hoistered, and attempt to engage in conversation with them? We can always ask...After all, we are humanoid, and if the wastelanders doesn't become hostile on the very second they see us, I assume that these Brotherhood would not do so as well. If they are still friendly while you speak with them, we could get the information from them and leave..." She wanted to added "Without any fighting" at the end, but the queer looks from Six and Seven was already enough to cut her short. "I can always stay back and open fire if necessary...I mean when I spot hostile actions. Number Thirteen can go around the building, probably pick out the ones that I can't see as long as we hold their attention..." Well, I have spoken...


Cain

I popped the cap of a wine. Ah, the great taste of liquor.
It shattered with a sharp crack after I tossed it to one side, already emptied in three gulps. And then very savage roars came from behind the alley ways. "Some more playmates I assume." I broke into a wide smile. Four today was already great fun. Another couple wouldn't hurt.

I kicked my Chinese Assault rifle in the rear, it bounced off a rubble of a wall and landed in my open arms. A very ugly super mutant burst from the darker end of the alley into full sun light. "A little lead to accompany the greeness on your burger?" The rounds that I unloaded rammed into his, or its, forehand, and juice spewed as one lucky round burst open its eye ball. It stumbled and remained still. Two more shadows charged through, one significantly bigger with a google of sorts on its head. Oh, a Master huh?

A dozen of bullets flew through the air, and hit aimless on a pile of rock. I was already behind some wall by the time it unloaded its entire clip. A mini gun. Interesting. And then I heard the distinct timbre of a hunting rifle. Great, I love weak weapons, it makes kill them a lot easier. "Time to see which weapon is better!" I whipped out my Sniper Rifle. It didn't take much of an aim, but my bullet ripped of its finger plus the trigger of the hunting rifle. Score.

Swearing in some dull usage of very traditional English, the green skin pulled something from its belt. Hm. I had hopped that I can salvage one or two from these things, but I guess not now. My .308 round met the frag grenade before it left the poor mutant's hands.

KA-BOOM. There wasn't much of anything left. Two down, one to go. But stepping on its kin's corpse was the Super Mutant Master. A spray of lead forced me to duck for cover. Cheap. The muties doesn't know how to chose the better technology. I heaved a brand new weapon from out of nowhere. My true babe. It looked like the same weapon as the Super Mutant, but a lot deadlier. As the green thing was busy reloading, I stood up.

"Say cheese." I smiled grandly.

The Mutant Master looked very shocked as it stared at my baby, its hands stopping what they were doing. "Chess?" It moved its mouth.

"Some one should educate you beasts. Well, here is free education for you. Cost?" Red flashes bit into the green skin. For a second, it does look like a some of those christmas toys (that went through nuclear holocaust), then bits and pieces flew. "Nothing."

I popped open a syringe. Time to get some samples of blood. I stared down at the three corpse. Only one was intact. "Three for the price of one." I muttered as I collected the body liquid.

The sun was already down when I got to the Citadel. One of the guards stared at me, perhaps wanting so same something. I promised myself, if the word that came out of his mouth was "zombie", I would kick his ass before I think twice about what would happen next. But instead, he said. "Yes, Paladin Tristan had been contact, and he will meet you here." So, they are not going to let me in? Who cares. With ten blood samples in my hands, I am already a happen man. Think of the vodka I can buy.

A jerk in full armor appeared. Bald he was, but did have the mean "I am going to beat up you up if you don't do as I say" look on his face. Good, this dude is prime military.

"Eleven samples." I dangled ten samples of blood in front of him.

"There is only ten." He spoke after a period of silence. It took him that long to count.

"Oh well, I guess you can't count." I put them back into my pocket, speaking with wounded pride. Just then, another human in full armor ran up to the baldy. She too was without the helmet, and was fairly dark skinned with short cropped hair. African Americans. I smiled at myself. How long ago had this terminology popped in to my head? I had no idea. They had a very quiet but intense conversation, and at last, the bald man looked at me. There was contempt in his eyes, and he was shaking in some fit of anger.

"There is something that happened in Megaton, and we would...kindly ask you to join the Pride to investigate." He spoke with an unexplained awkwardness. I laughed.

"Oh, of course, but only if you pay for these," I pat my pocket, feeling the difficultly collected samples. "For the price of twelve."

The bald Brotherhood in armor gnawled on his teeth. But he had to submit. "Fine."

I gave him the samples, thinking, I should have asked for him to pay for thirteen, no, fourteen. "Well, then, I guess I shall leave for Megaton at once." I faked a bow. The baldy was about to explode when the black woman placed a hand on his shoulder. Well, it worked, whatever the reason. And I wouldn't care less if they both die tomorrow. I laughed, and left. "Bye. Have a sweet dream."

"I think you better tell me who you are and what you're doing here. And while your at it, give me one good reason not to blow your head off!!"

Jill stood silent for a moment, trying to craft a story.

The powerarmoured man next to the woman pushed her plasma pistol away from Jill and said, "Let's hear what she has to say."

Jill's thoughts became more clear when the pistol wasn't trained on her head. She started coming up with hundreds of different names, stories, and reasons why she would be at Megaton. They all had holes in them though. In the end she picked the one that was closest to the truth.

Jill opened her mouth slightly, pausing for a moment, then began, "My name is Jill Masterson. I'm not like other Raiders, I have a brain, and I have coherent thoughts. Earlier this morning I was travelling with a band of Raiders. We were looking for a new place to stay when a Deathclaw attacked. I was the only one to survive the attack, after I killed the Deathclaw. As for why I'm here... I'm not exactly sure, I needed a safe place to stay for a few days, I guess."

As Jill recited her story, she knew it sounded far fetched. With any luck they would dismiss her as a lunatic and possibly not shoot her. She kept her hands poised in the air the whole time, even though there was not a weapon trained on her. Behind her she heard a helicopter of some sorts land and start dropping off more troops. Jill began to wonder if she was going to make it out of this mess in one piece.

Sara Carter

How dare he touch her!!! Benjamin's hands grasped he pistol trying to lower her arms. She cringed at the thought of the hands that now touched her. These were hands that had reached out to the filth of the wasteland. They had come into contact with ghouls and the unclean of this horrible place. She felt the urge to dip her hands in sulphuric acid, the only way to be sure there was no trace of whatever disease her enemy carried.

She complied, unwillingly at first, with Benjamin and lowered her arms. She couldn't see how this raider could possibly be of any use.

She was greeted by another sound and a second vertibird began to descend on the scene. She could clearly see the crest of the Brotherhood of Steel emblazoned on the side of the vehicle. A small group of people exited from the vertibird and approached the gate. The Lyon's Pride.

She knew who they were. The enclave had detailed files on each and everyone of them and she knew them well. She started to have the uneasy feeling of control starting to slip away from her.

?must stay in control?

She yanked herself away from Benjamin, who now had become occupied with a paladin named Trajan. She knew who he was, and right now, she didn't care. She was starting to feel alone. She needed to find someone to manipulate and serve her needs. Perhaps this Jill could be of service after all.

Sara walked towards the raider. She moved slow and cautious, her pistol in hand. She wasn't pointing the pistol at Jill anymore but she was confident in her speed. Any motion Jill made would be her last. Sara regarded the wound on Jill's stomach for a moment. It did look like it had been caused by a death claw. She had seen the wounds of others who had been attacked by death claws. This wound was similar but she could tell that there was something odd about. She noticed the dried blood around the wound, and although there was a lot, she thought there should be more. Even more curiously, the wound was not bandaged.

She thought about the pain that Jill must be in at this moment. It was a pain that Sara had inflicted on many others. How she loved to play with her toys. Slicing them open in a lasting symphony of torture and violence. This woman should not be walking.

Still moving forward, closer now, she regarded Jill looking for any signs of intoxication. There was no dilation of the pupils. Jill was also absent of any of the other tell-tale signs that someone had had one drink to many. Or had been partaking in any of the chemical pleasures of the wasteland.

Thoughts were racing through her mind. There was a sense of something familiar. Something she had heard before. Something that lay just out of reach. She knew it would come to her in time. For now, she would try to learn more about Jill. She stopped about 5 feet away and looked at Jill with a guarded smile.

Something popped into her head. She needed to get a closer look at the wounds. She holstered her pistol now and reaching into her pack, removed her med kit.

"I'm sorry for the welcome, but surely you can't blame me."

Sure it wasn't the best of ideas, it did have flaws. But Sara still had the tiny throwing daggers hidden in her armour. Not to mention the medical instruments and syringes full of euphoric death that were in her med kit.

Sara's tone changed to one that was more soothing.

"My name is Doctor Sara Carter. And before we discuss your intentions, I would really like to get you patched up."



Number 1

Twenty-Four was the first to speak. Her plan was sound. He had hoped Twenty-Four would want to go with him to talk to the guards, but the cover she could provide as a sniper would have a much greater tactical advantage. If things went wrong she would be able to take out a good portion of the troops before they could even get off a shot.
The smile beneath his helmet widened.

"Unless anyone has a better suggestion?"

He had no intention of letting them answer. He had intended to start issuing the orders and put Twenty-Four's plan into action. It was at that moment he paused. He had a strange sensation. The sensation that they were being watched. He scanned the area, trying to determine what was giving him this feeling. He knew it wasn't the troops up ahead because the were still too distant. Only someone with abilities similar to his own would be able to see them. It occurred to him that only another of his brethren would be able to sneak up on him. And it would be a number close to his own. If he was right, he would have a much stronger advantage.

"Twenty-Four," it was time to put the plan into action. "Do you think you can find suitable cover in the area with a clear view of the gate?"

There were a few hiding spots in the area, but he couldn't be sure if they would suit Twenty-Four's plan. He wasn't a sniper, and it was up to Twenty-Four to find a position that suited her best.



LW

Sara had pulled away from him and seem displeased. He felt the urge to break out laughing. What a show the residents of Megaton were enjoying, many of whom had come to stand in the gate to find out was going on. Sara was heading towards Jill.

Good, I can focus my attention on other matters for the time being.

He turned his head to Nick.

"I have to brief the Pride. You are of course welcome to sit in."

He spoke the words as if speaking to someone he had known all his life. He wanted to know more about Nick. Wanted to know what had happened to make Nick abandon the Brotherhood But first he needed to inform the Pride about hulking creature he had slain in the wasteland.

One of the paladins pushed his way past Sara Lyons. He introduced himself as Paladin Trajan, and extended his hand. Benjamin liked this one. He showed spirit, and that was something he felt they would need in the days to come.

He shook Trajan's hand

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

Benjamin's voice had a sincere tone to it. Sara Lyons had a perturbed look on her face and seem to be about to scold Trajan when Benjamin spoke. He related the tale to them, leaving out no detail. The size of the creature, the armour it wore. The sheer power of the creature and the number of shots it took to kill it. There was also the matter of the number ninety-nine on the back of his neck. It was this mark that concerned Benjamin most of all. There must surely be more of them and one was bad enough.

The radio aboard the Brotherhood vertibird crackled as the transmission came in.

"Citadel to Pride. Please be advised of a second Brotherhood vertibird en route to your location. ETA, 15 minutes. More Brotherhood soldiers have been dispatched along with a mercenary named Cain. His skills should be of some use. Also be advised that we have had reports of an Enclave outpost that was wiped out in the wasteland. If an Enclave representative is already at Megaton, try to find out everything you can."

They needed to come up with a plan now, and as they didn't know where the creatures were heading. They needed to act fast. They needed to talk to the Enclave.

Benjamin motioned to Nick, Trajan and Sara Lyons.

"Come with me." was all he said and proceeded in the direction of the two women.

Number 3


Three stepped out from behind the old cracked rock he hid behind, the rage of Number One overlooking him for this mission had led him to dissobediance he would never have dreamed of. Three had tailed the smaller group after abouit thirty seconds of mental debate. Following and tracking his brothers had been hard but keeping them unaware of his presence was his speciality. The scorching sun and dust had beat at him as he ran after his brothers and sister but he was undeterred and kept up his persuit until the group had come into view. Three was suprised at how quickly he had caught up to the main group, after he saw the small figure of Twentey Four hopping at the tail of the others he understood.

After a short period of surveillance from behind the rock he lurked behind he heard twenty four's plan and three was shocked, where was the fun in talking? The Ninety Nine were fighting machines not poloticians. Three had missed out on a kill during the ambush of the Enclave troops. He had had to watch as lower numbers enjoyed the anguished screams of the doomed men, he had hang back as others not worthy to polish his blades bathed in the blood of the inferior soldiers. Three longed to feel the splash of warm oily blood across his face, he longed to see the look of dessperation and fear in his prey's eyes. He would be damned if he let Twentey Four take what he craved from him.

Three had by this point realised that Number One sensed his presence, he was hardly suprised, if anything he had expected One to catch on to his presence earlier. Now was the time to put his plan into action if he were to get the kills he craved. Three left his vantadge point behind the rock, appearing through a cloud of dust that stung his eyes as he moved thorugh it, despite the pain he calmy and cooley walked over to the main group. Three had never had a warm relationship with his bretheren past thier fraternal bonds but they seemed happy at his presence, they knew of Three's capabilities, he was a valueable asset in any fight.

" With all respect to Twenty Four I feel that kulling these creatures would be the best course of action. If Twenty Four, Thirteen and Seven cover Number One and I as we approach the soldiers we can engage them in conversation lowering thier gaurd to a point where our blades may rend thier unsusspecting throats from thier bodies."

Three's voice was calm cold and serpentine as it attempted to maninpulate the plan to his advantadge.

" That, of course is merely a suggestion. We should leave the final desition to our intreped leader."

Three appealed to his leader's vanity in a further attempt to insight the fighting he craved.

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OOC: sorry to leave it this late to post guys, Ive been a bit sick recently and spent the night bent over a bucket. TBH this isnt anywhere near my usual standard and I'll be back to my best shortly.

"I'm sorry for the welcome, but surely you can't blame me," The woman holstered her plasma pistol and reached for a kit of medical supplies, then she started again with a more friendly tone, "My name is Doctor Sara Carter. And before we discuss your intentions, I would really like to get you patched up."

As Sara's leather gloves neared Jill's wound she became slightly on edge. Before Sara could proceed any farther Jill stepped back.

"Dr. Carter, I don't think this is necessary. I've always been quick to recover," Jill said, trying to sound as sincere as possible, "It would probably be best to save your supplies for yourself, or your friends. Thanks anyway."

Jill scolded herself mentally. She should have waited another day for her slash wound to heal. Her identity could have been discovered by the kind deed that Sara was about to perform. Jill didn't want to anger the doctor, seeing as she was armed and quick with her weapon too.

"Maybe I can help you out though. You know as a thanks-for-not-shooting-me," Jill said, pulling off a small smile.

Number 1


Number three's words rang in his ears like music being played by a host of angels. It was what he wanted to do and he was confident that they would enjoy success. There were only two things on his mind. There was the thought of how many more troops were stationed inside the building. Although the ones outside would not prove much of a challenge, there was no telling how many more were inside. There was something in this wasteland that had the ability to kill one of them. And it may have come from here.

There was also the thought of their whole reason for being in this wasteland. They needed the FEV. They knew it was in vault 87 and needed to know where that was. Perhaps these people knew where it was, people that couldn't tell him the location if they were dead.

He had decided that this appeared to be their best course of action. But they had to wait to do what they loved. Had to wait to kill them. The information was more important right now. Of course the plan was mostly contingent on Twenty-four and the others finding a clear vantage point without being detected.

He first turned his head towards Number Six.

"You will accompany me to the gate. I want you to talk to the guards and try to determine the location of the Brotherhood or Vault 87."

Number one had the utmost confidence in the negotiating skills of Number Six. It was only on rare occasion that these skills were of use. Number One knew that he would be foolish not to take advantage of Number Six's abilities. Especially at a time when the information they sought was vital. Number Six was level headed and wouldn't go off on a murderous rampage. He could talk to these men and find out what we needed.

Number One turned his head towards Number Three, smiling maliciously beneath his helmet. It was the prelude for grand scale destruction.

"I like the way you think Three."

Sara Carter

"Dr. Carter, I don't think this is necessary. I've always been quick to recover," Sara didn't hear any of the other words. Jill should be laying on the ground in a pool of blood already dead or dying from the wound inflicted by the deathclaw. Not to mention that she possibly had internal injuries.

When Jill pulled away from her Sara could see that wound was no longer bleeding but Jill wouldn't let her get close. Sara couldn't understand why Jill wouldn't allow herself to be examined. This woman was hiding something.

The smile that appeared on her lips had the emotion of a child that had been given a new toy to play with. It was the times like these that the sweet side of Sara would appear. She couldn't help it. She wanted to burst. If she was right, Jill could prove more useful than Benjamin and the entir Brotherhood of Steel. All she needed to do was confirm her suspicion.

Sara stepped back. Jill had to feel safe, a feeling Sara had provided to countless others, deceiving and torturing them. But there would be no deception here. She needed Jill to believe that she was genuine. Her smile grew wider and her eyes lit up. She looked directly at Jill when she said it.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." She paused for a moment and quieted her tone. "Though I don't think I could if I wanted to. Could I?"

Sara smiled the whole time she said it

Paladin Trajan was exhilarated. Wow. Walking besides the great Lone Wanderer? That is a dream come true, and he was making sure he got to enjoy every second of it. And then suddenly, it was gone in a poof. That man. That man walking beside Ben...he was wearing a set of holotags. Brotherhood holotags. If he was an undercover agent of the Brotherhood, which Trajan never heard of, he would have at least attempt to cover it up. This man didn't. This man is a traitor.

In the face of Sarah Lyons and the Lone Wanderer, he dared not pull out his Tesla Cannon or open his mouth to speak, but there was a strong distaste on his face, twisting his somewhat young features into a different facade.

Then the radio crackled. "Citadel to Pride. Please be advised of a second Brotherhood vertibird en route to your location. ETA, 15 minutes. More Brotherhood soldiers have been dispatched along with a mercenary named Cain. His skills should be of some use. Also be advised that we have had reports of an Enclave outpost that was wiped out in the wasteland."

Enclave? They got attacked? Well, that makes me a happy man again. Wipped out? The Enclaves had made so many enemies that only the most notorious filth work with them. Not a surprise that they got their [censored] handed back to them. Then the last part of the radio transmission came through: "If an Enclave representative is already at Megaton, try to find out everything you can." Yeah, right, an Enclave representative? Where? There aren't any one in the very ugly Enclave Power Armor...then Trajan knew. So, it was one of those two ladies who are engaged in a strange conversation. Of course it would have been the lady in the coat. An Enclave have not lowered their self esteem to the point of dressing inappropriately. Trajan scrutinized the Enclave. So, we are to get information from her?

"What are you waiting for, Paladin Trajan." Sarah Lyon's voice startled him, and after a quick apology, he walked after the other two. Hm...I wonder can we torture her. After all, isn't it what they often do?