Monroe

Borgia's Pad

"Just to make sure you aren't carrying more slaves than your paying for," Borgia said to Monroe. "Speaking of which, you have ten slaves. Slaves are normally 1,000 caps a head, but seeing as the Pitt is a regular client, and you are buying in bulk, it'll be 6,000 caps. You can just pay now."

"Something is eating at him", thought Monroe. "Wonder what it is." Monroe did some calculations in his head...6,000 was reasonable. A skilled high-end prosttute like Susan had a re-sale value of around 3,000 caps, after all...even with the defiance issues. She'd make him a lot more than the 2500 caps she will need to buy out the contract, which he was sure she would do. He figured he could probably get Borgia down some more, but decided it was a better idea to take the offer as a gesture to start off on the right foot. Especially since Forty was probably going to come whining to him like a little b*tch about Billy watching his back for him.

"Six thousand is fair....done.", said Monroe. "Billy, pay the man so we can get out of his face."

Billy, the medic, pulled twelve bags out of his knapsack and placed them on the table. Jerry then weighed them in the scale and nodded affirmatively to Borgia.

"They're all yours.", said Borgia. "Or should I say Ashur's?"

"His, for all practical purposes.", replied Monroe. " But Susan, technically, is mine until she fulfills the contract one way or another."

"Fascinating", said Borgia, who wasn't really in the mood for a lesson on Ashur's Legal code. "You aren't afraid she'll cut your throat in your sleep like she did Tom?" To himself he thought "That trollop is making business deals in my pen....glad that scheming little b*tch is not my problem anymore."

"Nope.", said Monroe. "She knows if she does what she's told she's free once she earns enough caps....and if she doesn't she cannot run far or fast enough to escape me or whoever replaces me. Hope is a powerful tool in making slaves more tractable."

"Yes, that is true", said Borgia. "But if you don't mind I have other business to attend to. Have a safe trip back and see you next month."

The audience done, and their business concluded, Monroe and his men left.

OOC: Captain....Moriarty is dead.

James 'Grease' Fabanks

James hopped out of the Vertibird as it landed, the soft ground crunching under his boots. He marches over to a soldier, and asked where the commanding officer was. The fellow soldier pointed over to a man with his helmet off smoking. James walked over towards the man.

"Sir! Combat Engineer James Fabanks reporting for duty, sir!"
"At ease, son, welcome to The Enclave. I'm assuming this is your first assignment?"
"Sir, yes, sir."
"Well, we don't have much work around here for a combat engineer right now, but we need some extra hands on guard duty. It'll count as overtime."
"Sir yes sir, where should I report to for the guard duty?"
"Head over to the auditorium. Tell the guys that I sent you, they'll inform you on what to do."
"Thank you sir!"
"Dismissed."

James walked over to the auditorium and looked for someone to ask about the guard duty.

"You looking for something?" Someone asked from behind him.
James jumped a little in his armor.
"Yeah, I'm actually looking for someone to ask about guard duty. The sergeant sent me."
"Ah, ok. Well, all you have to do for now is watch the entrance to the auditorium, and make sure no one goes in or out without being noticed."
"Sound simple enough."
"It is. Just don't screw up."
"Alright, thanks."
"Sure thing soldier, now get to work."

James spent the next hour standing guard over the auditorium, checking everyone in and out. As he was finishing his shift, he noticed as a rather important looking man walked out of the auditorium.

"Who's that?" James quietly asked the other guardsman on duty.
"What? You don't know who that is?"
"No, I just got shipped here."
"That's President October!"
"Oh." James had no idea who that was.

The rest of his shift passed peacefully. After his shift ended, he went back to the barracks, and slept soundly throughout the night

James Beneteau

A formation of Verti Birds with tesla troopers inside total of six in each which is around two squads in each fly to base to drop off the now restationed troopers to "the Bunker" as they call it …….

3 of the new troopers that are out of school are chatting it up excited that they got stationed at the same place while several of the more "Hardened" troopers stay silent knowing that if there being deployed here there has got to be something up

James in the back chair called the "jump chair" because he would be the first one out in a fire fight stiuation. he checks his gear

James dont be to excited its not called "the bunker" for nothing yeah base will be safe but were troopers greenhorns we go where the action is and i get to see first he smiles.

the two other hardened troopers chuckle at his remark


Pilot bangs the bulkhead and yells over the sound of the engines PLANS HAVE CHANGED WE'VE BEEN DIVERTED INSTEAD OF CHECKING IN WERE HEADING TO A POSITIVE ID SUPERMUTANT ENCAMPMENT ESTIMATED OVER 100 AND A MASSIVE MUTANT AS THEY CLAME THEY HAVE BEN DECIDED AS A HIGH PRIORITY TARGET BECAUSE THEY ARE VENTURING IN THE DIRECTION OF HOME BASE WE WONT LET THAT HAPEN

James Lock and load Troopers we are going to get to stomp some mutie scum under are boots

**2 verti birds break from formation and head towards the supermutants

OOC: o crap i just realized 2 james alright after this ill refer to mine as jimmy to avoid confusion it realy did not click when i was posting

Vatris gave off a sigh as he worked with the wires in his hand, plugging the Eyebot into the spare terminal he had Tim bring him. It had been a long, long time since he sent Anastasia into the Vault. Almost two days had gone by without word... she either found what he needed and bailed out on him, or was killed. "It better be the latter," VAtris was just about to flip the switch that would send all the Eyebots data to the spare terminal when he looked to his main computer... new words had come up on it.


Connected to 106 Overseer Terminal

Are you there?

Vatris's eyes widened as he immediate leaped toward his keyboard, typing in a response quickly.

I was under the assumption you had left me. Where are you and what is your progress?

He stood still for a few moments, eyes fixed on the screen.. and then.

I'm still in the Vault. Ran into some hostiles. Had some hallucinations. This terminal says nothing about a G.E.C.K being here, and the locals gave no indication. May I please leave?

Vatris hesitated for a moment. If she had missed the G.E.C.K somehow.. or been influenced by the locals. He gave off a sigh, slowly typing in a response.

Yes. Come back alive, I expect a report soon. Don't die.


***

Anastasia gripped her side tightly and looked down at the blood covered vault-106 jacket. Her hair was loose and covered with her own blood, many cuts visible on her face. Next to her lay the body of a local that had the poor idea of attacking her. She gave off a grunt of pain as she eyed The Programmers response.

Yes. Come back alive. I expect a report soon. Don't die.

"Oh don't worry Mr.Programmer," Anastasia muttered as she pulled her pistol off the desk, turning and limping out of the office, "I didn't break my own leg just to die in here after all."

The virti birds swoop in doing a strafing run on some super mutants before flying off and landing in a safe zone as troopers speed out of the verti birds you hear the engines wind up and they begin to take off .

The troopers begin to head out in different directions in a loose formation walking in trails of six on each side of the road.

You hear a trooper mutter in the back "where the hell did they go?"


The Patrol moves on for a few more minutes and a loud noise is heard like a roar.

Jimmy the [censored] was that?

A hulking mutant several stories tall rounds the corner.

Trooper it’s a [censored] behemoth its real?!

Jimmy shoot it I don’t care what it is take that abomination down.

The troopers all open fire on the behemoth falling back and hiding behind cover while they maneuver backwards.


The verti birds do another strafing run on the behemoth.

the behemoth growls loudly but when a rocket smack him in the chest it lurches over in pain then picks up a car and throws it at the verti birds hitting one as it flies towards the behemoth. the verti bird is sent out of control smacking the ground tripping the behemoth and having it fall face first on the ground.

The troopers flank forward shooting at the behemoths face.


the behemoth angered by this while getting up back hands a trooper into a building then grab the trooper and chucks him over his shoulder you hear the trooper scream as he smacks the pavement and dies.

Several troopers chuck plasma grenades at the behemoths legs managing to cripple one while they keep shooting.

The troopers now falling back again the behemoth lurches forward then collapses.

Trooper I think we got him...

Super mutant: PINEAPPLE!!!

a hand grenade blows up in front of jimmy his armor seemed to be able to absorb the damage but he was staggered back from it the rest of the mutants have caught up and gunfire breaks out

Plasma fires seemingly much more effective on the smaller super mutants the troopers are able to push the first wave back with limited casualties.

Jimmy Radios the verti bird

Jimmy “calls HQ” We are going to need a few squads and some combat engineers. We established a good LZ for them to see what they can do about the downed verti. We will press forward and finish off the muties and be back before chow. 5 troopers stay back while 2 patrols of 3 continue onward to keep putting pressure on the super mutants to prevent another heavy attack and keep the LZ safe.

James Fabanks

James wasn't sure exactly what was going on, just that someone had called for reinforcements and a combat engineer at a crashed vertibird. James was the first Combat Engineer that anyone could find. Or that was what he was told. It couldn't be changed now, they were already on they're way to the conflict. James' first battle.
After a short journey, James hopped off his bird, and saw the smoldering wreckage of a downed Verti Bird. There was no gunfire going on, so James assumed that the troops had managed to push the enemy back.

Whoever the enemy is. Or whatever it is.

James instantly got to work on the crashed bird, tearing out pieces of scrapped metal and debris. At one point, James tore out what looked like a steering wheel from the 50's.

No way, we haven't used tech like this since before the war. He thought to himself.

James worked steadily for about 15 minutes, before realizing that this was all in vain, and the bird couldn't be salvaged without at least 5 other engineers there. He walked over to the LT and told him.

"Sir, we're not going to be able to get this bird off the ground with just me here, we're gonna need at least 4 more engineers."
"Ah crap, we don't have the reinforcements for that. What can you scavenge off her?"
"Well, I could possibly make 2 turrets triggered by tripwires and at least 3 grenades."
"Get to work on the turrets than."
"Any specific place you want them set up?"
"No, you build 'em, I'll get my men to place 'em."
"Sir, yes sir!"

James got to work on the turrets, starting by tearing off the wings of the plane. Then, he removed the two Gatling guns attached to the sides of the bird, then started peeling off sheets of metal to use as legs. As he started welding, he saw a huge mutant round the corner, meeting a blaze of gunfire from the troops. It retreated slightly, and then turned around and ran.

That was the scariest thing James had seen in his life. What had he gotten into.

"If you keep going down this road here you should come to Andale in the afternoon" said a lone merchant.

Eric and Arnie spared a glance at each other, something wasn't right about this man.

"Thank you for the directions, fare thee well" said Arnie.

"Oh, I might add that the people of Andale are, well there cannibals, they say everybody that goes there never comes back" said the merchant.

"Well, if that's so I wonder who spreads the rumors if nobody comes back" said Eric.

The merchant was dumbfounded he didn't know how to reply. Arnie started to laugh and with Eric left the merchant behind.

Jimmy hears gunfire back in the direction of the LZ

trooper sounds like they found some fun

screaming comes over the comms from the other trooper unit " FALL BACK THEY ARE CHARGING WE WILL BE OVER RUN AT THIS RATE" another trooper in the background "that [censored] thing spit on me" and the communications halt after that.

James we need to double back and find them

trooper if we double time we should make it in 30 minutes

James and the others run to aid the other patrol

The small town of Andale seemed calm and harmless, it inhabitant's were nowhere to be found. Eric looked around it was quiet, too quiet.

"I wonder where they are" said Arnie outloud.

Eric didn't answer but proceeded down the road towards a white house. It seemed to be pretty clean considering they were at the edges of the wasteland.
Eric walked up to the door and knocked three times on it.

"Coming, just wait a second" said a muffled voice from inside the house.

The door opened to revel a woman in a pink dress, she looked at Eric and smiled. But then she noticed Arnie as well.

"IT'S A SUPER MUTANT" screamed the woman.

Before Eric could say anything the woman slammed the door shut and locked it up.

"Why do all humans react like" said Arnie shaking his head.