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Marie-Outside Militia HQ Compound-Nightfall:

Marie smoked a cigar outside the gate, the guards were on break, and she walked in the guard route, then, she was grabbed by a hand in the forest, and the last thing she saw was a knife go into her throat.
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Frank Linville-Chevy Chase- Early Morning:

Frank had gotten his training, and this was his final training exercise. He had the detail of controlling the Minigun, but he also got to repel down.

"Lock and load men" said the officer, they were all dressed in Combat Armour, most soldiers were not issued Power Armour unless they were heavy strike teams. They also had M-16s with ACOG scope and a grenade launcher. They also had night-vision goggles. The six men hooked up to the rappel loops, and they went down the rope.

"Okay, we are here to kill out slavers in a operation in this area. Anyone else is a civilian unless they fire on us. Got that?" the officer said with a simultaneous "Yes Sir!"

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Paradise Falls Slavers-Chevy Chase house-Early Morning:

"Okay, full house!" the slaver said with a table of sigh, he just won 1000 caps in Poker.

"My turn for Guard Detail." the slaver stepped out the building with his http://www.mossberg.com/images/Mossberg_Guns/930/New/50104.jpg and started walking down the street

"Bastard took my-" he was hit with a tomahawk to the head. He was dead before he hit the floor.
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Frank Linville-Chevy Chase-Early Morning:

Frank looked at his watch:

3:30 AM

"Damn its early.." he muttered, then, his squad leader told him to hit the deck and be quiet as a slaver with a Shotgun walked down the street, the officer pulled out a Tomahawk, and the slaver was dead.

"Classic, that never gets old...." he pulled the bloody Tomahawk from the Slavers head

"Bastard, enslaving good Americans..." the officer spat on the Slavers body, and they proceeded to a building with a light on and men talking.

"Ahahahaha, i got a full flush!" shouted a drunken man

"[censored]!" said another.

"Lock and load!" the officer kicked the door down.

Mark

Mark had followed the woman all the way to some base while dragging Mary with him.

"Why the [censored] did you decide to follow her?" Mary asked Mark, who wasn't sure himself. Though he felt something special as though he could help the woman. When Mark reached the gate to the base, there was no one guarding it, and he heard screams. Mary looked around and grabbed the knife they had found while looting the old man's body few hours before. Since there was no one there, Mark walked right through the open gate into the base.

"What a [censored] hole this place is, let's get outta here, Mark." Mary was just scared about the people camping there, if they were trustworthy or not. Mary looked all around. Then, there was a sudden yelp. Both Mark and Dirty Mary looked towards the source, a muscular Militia merc running over to them.

"Hey! You can't just barge into our HQ like that! You need to speak with the gate guard and...." the man looked over to the position where the gate guard was supposed to be, and was shocked to see no one there. "Well, since the gate guard is not on duty, state your business."

"Ummm...I'd like to join your group or...thing." Mark told the man.

"Well, you'd have to talk to our leader, if I can find her. Come with me."

Militia Solider-Militia HQ-Evening:

He led the two people to where Marie was.

"What the hell..." he followed a blood bath that led from the bushes into the forest, then they found the body, the man dropped his flashlight, staring at Marie's mauled body.

"Talon Company.." he saw a talon claw on her neck, the Talon Company did that to High Value Targets.

Mark

"Oh god." Mark was astonished at the bloody corpse of the old leader of the Militia. Mark's mouth was wide open, and even Mary, who had experienced the goriest deaths in the world, had her eyes wide open. The Militia merc turned to the two shocked wastelanders, Mark and Mary.

"Well, this is a sad thing to see. Uhhhh...come with me, wastelanders, if you want to join us, we have an assignment for you two." the merc gestured for the couple to follow him. They were all still shocked, but they would have to bypass that. Mark was going to whisper to Mary, but she seemed to have trauma from an earlier memory. Mark looked at Dirty Mary with deep feeling, although they had only been together for a day. They reached a big tent in the middle of the camp, where a troop in heavy armor sat meditating.

"Sir, Marie has been murdered. These two want to help. Right?" the man tugged at Mark's shirt. He nodded and so did Mary. The important-looking commander looked up from his feet and took a good look at Mary and Mark. He grinned and stood from his chair.

"Well, if you want to help, you have to complete a mission for us," now the commander grinned even longer and sneaked up behind the two. He put his hands on both their shoulders then spoke. "You'll have to assassinate the Talon Company merc who did this if you want to join our army. You can start tomorrow,"

Nico Markson-Militia HQ:

"Wait just a minute solider, these people are not trained." Nico examined the pair.

Fine looking woman.... he thought to himself

Nico pointed to a Militant

"Get them out of these clothing, and put them in the shower room, let them clean off until tomorrow. Then they will begin training...." The private walked them into the concrete building
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Harry Mason-Outside Tenpenny Tower:

"I am here on business with Mr.Miuex. I demand to be let in!" Harry demanded. "Let me in!"

Monroe

Launch Control Center Delta - Fort Constantine - 8:10 am

The Reclamation Team found the area behind the first door, a Bunker hosting the Launch Control Center for a flight of Minuteman XI ICBMs to be empty, except for a civilian, a young female. Once she realized her captors were Brotherhood Paladins, and not Outcasts, she quickly calmed down and proved to be quite forthcoming when questioned. The young woman, named Betty, explained she was being held as an Indentured Servant working a contract as a prosttute....a known social mechanism adapted by Ashur as part of an initiative to discourage his Raiders from r*ping the slaves that provide the work force in the Pitt's factories. She had quickly become the favorite of the Raider's leader, Monroe..a senior lieutenant of Ashur..and as his lover turned out to be privy to considerable information of interest. The Raiders had only the key to the Launch Control Center, and not the others...and that they were totally unaware of the objective. Betty was firm in her belief that Monroe was motivated mainly by a desire to make sure there was no dangerous material left behind in the locked section, and to a lesser extent by potential salvage opportunities. While sensible, this contradicted the intelligence briefing yet again. As Betty admitted she reciprocated the feelings the Raider chief seemed to have for her...his actions inferred he had considerable concern for her safety..it was decided to take her with them to the objective.

After the Reclamation team and Betty went down the stairs, a figure protected by a stealth field crept into the control room. Satisfied the others had left, the figure used a tool to open access panels on several of the control panels in the room. The figure then started a timer. "Ten minutes", thought the figure as he began to execute the task he had come to do. "I must be done before they return."

Using the next key, the Team, Betty in tow, moved to the objective. In this area, several robots were found, all having been destroyed with what appears to have been a sledgehammer. There were also signs that some storage areas had been looted. Betty advised that the Raider practice had been to deactivate and reprogram the robots they found in the facility, so the consensus was that the activity was from the mission ten years ago. Soon they reached the objective, the basemant of the Bomb Storage Building. the original plan had been to egress through the building above but it was clear there were too many Raiders in the building and they would have to retrace thier steps to leave. Along one wall was a door...lying next to it was a skeleton. Opening the door with the key, they found a room with a mainframe, and a stasis container, which was empty. Hacking the terminal, it was determined from the SysLog the field had been deactivated..and what it protected removed...four years ago, well before the Raiders had arrived, but after the previous known mission. But the objective itself had last been accessed in August of 2077...it had not been discovered by the previous visitors.

Using the final key, a panel under the stasis container opened and revealed a space with a steel box inside. The objective. Placing the box on the table, the box was opened, inside were two holotapes.

The first was marked:

Standardized Production Template Archive
Combat Armor, Power Assisted, Model T-47d
War Department Property
TOP SECRET - COSMIC

The Second:

Standardized Production Template Archive
Combat Armor, Power Assisted, Model T-51b
War Department Property
TOP SECRET - COSMIC

Checking the tapes using the computer specialist's Pip Boy indicated the tapes were as labeled, the production data archives for the last two Power Armor types produced by the US Army. Papers in the box indicated that the stasis container had held a T-51b suit. Normally, this would be considered a major find....but it was not even close to what was supposed to be here. "Was there anything about this mission that was the way it was supposed to be?", thought Star-Paladin Cross bitterly. "This isn't incompetence....it's Treachery.". They needed to go. They began to make their way back to the Launch Control Bunker.

Finishing his task, the figure re-attached the access panels and began to leave. As he reached the stairs to the building above, he heard some echoes from the stairwell leading further down. "They will be here soon, I must go." thought the figure. Reaching the surface, the figure looked out the front door and noticed the fighting had stopped and Raiders were herding several Brotherhood Paladins towards the Admin building. Moving to the back door, the figure cracked open the back door and peered out. "S***, a robot.", thought the figure, seeing a Mr. Gutsy come around the corner and drift right towards him. "Has it seen me?"

"Lord Ashur sends you this!", bellowed the Mr. Gutsy over it's external speaker, as if answering the question. It then opened fire with it's plasma weapon. Plasma bolts slammed into the door, splashing superheated plasma on the figure. Yelling in pain, the figure stood up, deactivating the stealth field at an inopportune time as the front door was kicked in and a Raider burst in. The figure reached for his pistol, but it was too late...the Raider raised his Chinese Assault Rifle to his shoulder and opened fire, riddling him with 5.56 bullets and killing him instantly. The Mr Gutsy then turned him into goo with it's plasma weapon to add insult to injury.

"Communist threat eradicated", said the Mr. Gutsy contentedly. "Returning to patrol".

"What the f*** is this?", thought Monroe as he changed magazines, having emptied the magazine into the figure. "That's not Brotherhood Armor. Never seen anything like it. Not that it matters now, that damn robot turned it into goo." Quickly checking the small house, Betty was not present. "She must have gone into the bunker like I told her", Monroe thought. "I have to find out if she's alright." Hearing footsteps coming up behind him, he saw that several of his men had arrived to
investigate the gunfire. Sending one back to tell Frankie, Monroe and two of his men cautiously headed for the kitchen and descended to the basemant. Once there, they found the door to the bunker open. Taking up position to cover the stairs, Monroe crouched beside the open door and spoke.

"Betty, are you down there?", shouted Monroe.

"He's OK, thank God!", thought Betty with immense relief. She looked at Star-Paladin Cross, who nodded at her. "I'm fine!", shouted Betty. "But I'm not alone down here!".

OOC: If Jack wants to meet Mieux face to face, he has the opportunity, since he decided to come down for dinner at the Cafe Beumond :laugh:

Eric couldn't wait to get back to Megaton, not that Megaton was the best place in the Wasteland but because it was his home, the only place Eric felt more at home at was Novac in the Mojave, but it had been many years since he was there.

As Eric was walking through the ruined streets of Springvale he noticed that something was amiss, suddenly he saw two people run through the street they were coming his way.

Raiders thought Eric.

The raiders noticed him and started to run faster, Eric grabbed a frag grenade and threw it at the raiders it landed right in front of their feet, one of the raiders managed to jump out of the way but the other one wasn't so lucky. Eric spun around just in time to block a punch from the raider.

"Give up, its already over" said Eric.

"[censored] you" yelled the raider.

The raider lunged at Eric but then suddenly bullets ripped into the raider, the power of the weapon that shot the bullets sent the raider flying and landing into the wall of a ruined house. Eric turned to look at his savour, but Eric didn't aspect his savour to be a super mutant. The super mutant lowered his mini gun and smiled.

Jack

[censored] me! Jack thought angrily, he had never thought about going back into the wasteland for a saluaging operation, and the idea was not much appreciated. Well if I must, and whatever I find is free game, but the wasteland shall not be welcomed warmly... Jack had received a holotape from a fellow named Vatris who ordered Jack to head Southwest of the tower to a diner, and then retrieve a part of a radio tower that had fallen nearby. Jack had ordered two other security guards to accompany him. Jack then walked over to a small restaurant known as the Cafe Beumond, the small restaurant was packed, and only in a dim corner of the room lay a round table that was occupied with a tidy man in a spotless white suit. "Mind if I take a seat?" Jack asked defeatedly, the man simply nodded. A beautiful waiter in black and white asked what Jack wished to drink and eat. "Brahmin steak please, and some nuka cola." Jack replied. He looked over to the man across from him in the business suit lackadaisically, and asked half-heartedly, "So, you seem to be making well, what's your story. Before you respond, it'd be polite for introductions, my name is Jack, and I have no story," he said morosely, "Well at least none worth telling."

"So nice to finally meet you....Jack, my name is Justin Mieux, and I'd be quite interested in your story." Mieux responded politely.

Mark

"Wait just a minute soldier, these people are not trained," the commander told the merc. He seemed to be looking right at Mary, as if he only cared about her. He stared a few more second at Dirty Mary, then turned to a Miliant. He pointed at him and gave him orders. "Get them out of these clothing, and put them in the shower room, let them clean off until tomorrow. Then they will begin training...."

Then, the Miliant led us to a concrete building. Mark assumed it was the shower room. The private threw them in and followed them, closing the door behind him. He pointed over to a showering stall and a bar of soap. He groaned, as if giving orders was hard labor, and gave them directions.

"You get in here, turn on the shower head, and use that soap to wash your skin. Then, use shampoo to wash your hair, then wash yourself with-" the private stopped and looked around, until he found a dirty, torn cloth. "-this" He held it out the two, and they exchanged a nasty glance. The private quietly and slowly strode out the room, leaving Mary and Mark alone.

"I'll take that one, and you take that one right over there. Sounds good?" Mary asked, to which Mark responded by nodding. Mark walked over to his stall and undressed himself. He turned on the shower head and started washing his skin. When he was done, he grabbed a handful of shampoo and cleaned his skull. He was now done, and there was Militia armor laying over the tile wall to his left. He turned off the shower head and dressed himself in the spiffiest armor he'd ever seen. It seemed to have shrunk while he was showering. It was just his size, so it must've shrunk to a large to a medium.

After both Mary and Mark were done showering, they walked over to the entrance of the shower room in their new armor, where the private from before was awaiting them. He glared at the two with hatred, but he knew if he wanted to keep his job, he would have to tell the new recruits what to do. He sighed, and then reluctantly barked orders.

"Your training starts tomorrow, get a good night sleep, and maybe you won't fail horribly." he told the two. They obeyed, and together they skipped over to their bunks, where 20 to 30 recruits and a few commanders were getting ready to sleep. Mary and Mary had their beds only a few feet away. They stood up after all the rest had already fallen asleep, chatting about their training.

"You know, Mark, maybe it wasn't a bad idea to come here in the first place. I've had no life in the few past years, now I'll actually have a reputation out here in the wastes." Mary told Mark quietly, careful not to wake anybody up.

"Heh, yeah. I'm nervous about the whole training thing, though."

"Don't worry, we'll ace that."

"I hope so."

Nico Markson-Militia HQ-Morning:

The wakeup bugle sounded, and the recruits and soldiers stormed out into role call. Soon, the soldiers were given the Duty Roster and sent on their way, leaving the 22 recruits to face Nico.

Nico walked up and down the line of recruits

"This will be the single worst year of your lives....This training will break you, or make you." he hissed "Your first task is to do the training course." he pointed to the obstacle course.
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Indra Sarin-Springvale nighclub:

She drank her beer, and stood in the doorway, she was looking up into the sky

"Morning.." she muttered, she hated mornings. She saw a Kallarn Caravan train stop, she longed for the days when she was a caravaneer

"Hey, do you know how Harry is doing?" she asked the caravaneer

"Old Mason? Yea hes fine, infact, hes pretty happy, did you hear we are up 10% in the Caravan Trade?" said the caravaneer

Mark

The loud morning bugle woke the two up as recruits and soldiers stormed out of the bunks ready for duty. Unfortunately, the recruits, including Mark and Mary, were going on training. Mark stood up from his rough bunk and the recruits formed a line outside, facing the commander who Mary and Mark had met the night before. He had a stern face, like before, but this time he wasn't grinning. He was all serious.

"This will be the single worst year of your lives....This training will break you, or make you," he hissed "Your first task is to do the training course," The commander, tall and confident, pointed to a long and winding obstacle course.

"Mary-" Mark tried to speak to her, but the commander snapped.

"If you want to survive this course, you'll be wise to keep your mouth shut so I don't murder you before you even get a chance!"

Aiden Park

The sound of a bugle horn rocketed through Aiden's eardrums. He groaned and walked out, falling in line with the other recruits, albeit much less snappy than the rest. Why be snappy? The commander paced back and forth, tall and proud. "This will be the single worst year of your lives....This training will break you, or make you," he hissed "Your first task is to do the training course," He thundered.

Aiden sighed but decided to keep his mouth shut. But he grew more and more irritated by the fact that he'd be stuck in here rather than venturing out in the wastes, killing, looting, and overall, camping out under the stars. However, after following Marie, who seemed to have gone missing, Talon wouldn't welcome him back, even after his service to the faction.

Nico Markson-Militia HQ-Morning:

"LETS GO MAGGOTS!" he shouted as the recruits took the course, they're armour drenched with mud. "I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!"
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Frank Linville-Chevy Chase-Morning:

The Squad opened fire into the Slaver's house, killing them all.

"No slaves.." said a solider who had just cleared the house.

"Must have shipped em to Falls.." said the officer "Okay, plant the charges in this house."

They did just that, the house was wired with C4 and they got into the Vertibird.

"Lets watch the fireworks..." they exploded the house.
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Indra Sarin-Megaton Market-Morning:

"I want the Mutfrut, the Apple, and a Brahmin Steak." she told the merchant

"Okay...that will be....10 caps.." he handed her the food, and she gave him the caps.

She walked back to her house in Springvale, she noticed a Talon Company squad wander in with a Brahmin cart, and set up base in a abandoned house

"What the hell..." she muttered

"Programmer Entry 39," Vatris said to the holo-tape in his hand as he leaned over the balcony, looking to the north east. The smoke of Paradise Falls had gone quite some time ago, however he could not shake off the feeling that there would soon be much more, and not just in the Slaver's town. "There has been a lot of smoke emitting from Paradise Falls here of late. I think I may have seen a Virti-Bird fly out to, but im not sure. It doesn't make sense. Why would The Enclave want to announce there arrival by blowing up bits of a well known town? From the looks, the slavers survived... but why? The Enclave wouldn't allow that. No witnesses. But then, how many people in the Wasteland know what those damn butchers look like in action. For all the Wastelanders know, it could of been the Talon Company, or perhaps... even the Brotherhood of Steel or Outcast."

Vatris gave off a sigh, taking a drink from the glass in his hand before walking back into his room slowly, looking a pile of prosthetic limbs over. "Whether people know it's them or not, the fact is still the same. They are going to kill anyone that can get in there way, whether it's just to quench there bloodlust, or to obtain something. This means that Tenpenny Tower, the building your in, may become a target. I would be surprised if they just ignored it, considering how much working technology we have in our hands. Not to mention, it is a beautiful defense outpost."

He grabbed a prosthetic arm, looking it over. "Progress on my new servant is about 1% done. Ill need to find wires and what not, then probably write a program so that I can write another program, which will lead to me using that program to write a program that will finally let me write out the servant's programming. Oh how irritating it is to live in the Apocalypse. One would think that 200 years in the future, we would of made progress. But alas..."

Vatris shut the door, sitting in his rolling chair and tossing the arm behind him. "We have not. Gone now are the days of racism and mafias, of a woman's place being in the kitchen. Replaced instead with mankind degraded to the point of animals. Waking up each day only to look for something to eat. Devouring one another, [censored] each other. It is pathetic really, that this Capital Wasteland has only three civilized towns, assuming Cantebury Commons can qualify as a town. I can assure myself however, and you listener. With the help of tecnology, and maybe some side assistance from other humans, I will see to it that Washington is restored to the land of our founding fathers, whether the orders are given through me personally or old recordings such as this one."

Vatris gave off a sigh, looking to the roof, "This is The Programmer, signing off." He clicked the record button, setting the holo-tape in the same place as the first one he recorded in the tower. His thought strayed back to Paradise Falls as he finished the water in his hand. "Now then, let us get to work on you." He spinned his chair slightly, looking to the pile of prosthetic limbs and giving off a grin.

Monroe

Ft Constantine - 8:35am

Monroe and Star-Paladin Cross, followed by Betty and Cross's team, left the CO's Quarters and walked briskly towards the Admin building, where Ashur waited to speak to him on the radio. Cross had visibly relaxed once he let her up from the bunker and her radio link with her people was restored, she was able to quickly confirm that Ashur and Elder Lyons had hammered out a deal and a truce was in effect. Before Frankie had run back to the Admin building to let Ashur know Monroe was coming and the fighting had stopped as he had ordered, Frankie had filled him on on the butcher's bill for this battle.

"Twelve dead and twenty wounded, along with six robots knocked out....two for good.", thought Monroe grimly. "F***, that's nearly a third of my men!" The Brotherhood had suffered worse proportionally, fourteen Paladins lay dead in front of the Admin building with ten more, all wounded, taken prisoner, but that didn't make him feel any better. Cross, with Monroe's permission, had ordered the remaining Paladins into the camp as several of them had medical training, to help cope with all the wounded. Things were tense, but the truce would hold...the Brotherhood forces were trained nearly from birth to obey the orders of thier Elder, and none of the Raiders, Monroe included, wanted to pay the price for disobeying a direct order from Ashur. To make sure there were no incidents, he had put most of the boys not on watch to either patrolling the area immediately outside the base to make sure no other group tried to take advantage, or unloading the new weapons shipment, which had just entered the North gate.

"So tell me, Star-Paladin Cross.", said Monroe wearily as they walked. "Just what, exactly, was down there that was too important to make us an offer on instead of resorting to this? Ashur was one of you once, he'd have received an Emissary to talk about it."

"No point in not telling you, as it wasn't there anyway.", said Cross sadly. The orders she received over the radio had directed her to hand over what she had, that...and the armor and weapons of the fallen Paladins...was the price Lyons had to pay to secure thier lives. The one bright spot of this debacle was that at least it wasn't there for them to hand over. "The production template archive for all the Old World's nuclear and biological weapons. Our intelligence told us Ashur sought it,
and you were looking for the keys so you could gain access to it and take it to him. It was decided that was something we could not allow to happen."

"Your intelligence is pure bulls***, lady.", Monroe snapped. He'd ask Brainiac later what a 'Production Template Archive' was, but he guessed it had something to do with making nukes or bug bombs. "I wanted the keys to make sure there were no nasty surprises down there! I haven't stayed alive this long because I assume that what I don't know can't hurt me."

"Precisely what his woman told us.", thought Cross. "They had no idea. We've been betrayed...no question about it."

"Ashur wants to rebuild, not blow up what little our f***tard ancestors missed the last time.", Monroe continued. "I'd bet all the caps I had if I brought something like that to him, he'd have destroyed it and made sure that part of the past stayed buried."

"You're probably right, I see that now.", said Cross.

"You know him better than we do at this point", thought Cross. "But the fact any of us are alive at all means Ashur hasn't fallen as far as we feared. A quick death would have been the closest thing to mercy normal Raiders would have shown us."

Reaching the Admin building, Monroe, Cross and Betty entered while the rest of Cross's team waited outside. Inside the building, they made thier way past the wounded Pitt Raiders and Paladins being tended to by the Camp doctor, his assistants, and the Brotherhood medics to the radio room, after Monroe sent Betty to assist the medics as best she could.

Seeing Monroe enter, Frankie spoke into the microphone. "He's here, Boss. I'm putting him on now.".

He then handed the headset to Monroe. Monroe put it on and prepared to speak to Ashur.

"It's me, Boss...Monroe." Monroe began. "I have done as you have commanded. The fighting has stopped, and we are tending to thier wounded. We will let them leave once they are ready."

"Very well.", said Ashur. "I knew I could count on you, Monroe. Elder Lyons is on the line as well...keep that in mind. Can you get Star-Paladin Cross on with us?"

"Yes, sir.", said Monroe. He got another headset from Frankie, plugged it into the radio and handed it to Star-Paladin Cross, who put it on. "She is here."

"Hello, Danielle.", said Ashur. "It's been a very long time. I wish we could have met again under better circumstances than this."

"I as well, Ishmael", said Cross regretfully. "I hope you know, if we had any idea you were still alive, we wouldn't have left you there."

"I know, Danielle.", replied Ashur. "Things don't always work out the way we'd like. I forgave all of you a long time ago, it was pure luck I survived to begin with. Perhaps one day we can discuss this further, but right now it's time we got down to business."

Ashur then outlined the terms of the truce agreement. The survivors would be allowed to retain their equipment, and the bodies and personal effects of the fallen Paladins. Monroe was ordered to provide them with whatever they needed to move the wounded and dead Paladins. The weapons and armor of the fallen, however, were claimed by Ashur as a prize of war. Ashur explained this was regrettable, but necessary to sell this to his men as a victory so they would accept allowing the Brotherhood to withdraw with thier lives. The discussion then turned to the other condition. At this point, Elder Lyons joined in on the discussion. Ashur was briefed on what they had expected to find....and what they actually did find.

"I claim the tapes and the access cards...as well as any other items you found.", said Ashur. "But do you really think so little of me that you believe I would seek to acquire nuclear and biological weapons, much less use them? I appreciate that you do not approve of my methods...and I cannot say I blame you for that...but I am no monster. I doubt I need to say it at this point, Eowyn...but somebody is blowing smoke up your ass and you need to look into it."

"Agreed.", said Lyons coldly. If Rothschild hadn't come to him with the original, handwritten archive copy of Bigsley's real report....which unlike the report they relied on for planning the mission was quite accurate...he would have had an innocent man shot, a thought that still nauseated him. Rothschild also told him someone had replaced the copy on the Citadel's internal network with the pile of Brahmin dung that had just gotten two dozen people killed...they had a traitor in thier ranks. "We are looking into that now, once we locate them they will answer for this."

"Good.", replied Ashur. "Now, lets discuss how your men will get home."

Lyons advised he had a large force of Paladins already heading North for the Mass Relay, where they would wait to escort Cross and her men back to the Citadel. Ashur directed Monroe to send a force with Cross to escort them to that point. Monroe advised that according to Frankie and the medics they should be ready to leave in about three hours.

"If you run across any of Eulogy's men on the way there", said Ashur. "You tell them that if they interfere, he and they will learn what it means to be my Enemy. The Pitt is full of people who would be glad to have a word with him and his crew, and many of them aren't workers anymore. One final thing. You'll find the leader of the caravan has orders for you....this doesn't change them it only makes it more urgent for you to carry them out. I have spoken."

With that, Ashur advised Elder Lyons it was OK to drop the relay and the conversation ended.

Meanwhile in a distant land…..

“Sir we recently got some information from a Brotherhood of Steel traitor. He has said that the Brotherhood sent out a chapter out east to a place called Washington D.C. he said they were going there to acquire a great weapon, this weapon could aid us in the future sir.”

“Definitely. I have seen maps of the old world and D.C. is very far from where we are. There is no way the Brotherhood of Steel wouldn’t risk a journey like that if they didn’t know it was there.”

“Exactly. We should send a squad of men to recover this weapon, chances are the Brotherhood of Steel didn’t even get there because they walked, but we don’t have to.”

“I will gather a squad and send them out immediately.”

Frank Linville-Raven Rock-Morning:

Frank lay awake in his cot, he could hear the clinkity clank of the heels of the Combat armor to the steel floors. His squads room was decorated with Posters advertising

Martin Wilson

Frank Johnson

Frank walked into the Mess Hall, got the usual breakfast, and sat down next to Lieutenant John Kennedy, deep inside a book

"Jack, what the hell are you doing in that book?" joked Frank

"Herm? Oh, Hi Frank!" he said "Sorry, i just can't put this book down!"

Frank chuckled at John, they called him Jack. Why? No one really knows, but the name stuck

"Laugh at me, atleast it keeps me from tasting most of the flavor that cooks put in this food!" he joked

"Too true Jack!" Frank finished eating and went back into the room. And turned on the radio in the middle of Edens speech

And so, my fellow Americans, ask not what the Enclave can do for you, Ask what you can do for the Enclave. I believe we should achieve the goal before the year is out, to Liberate Washington D.C. and secure freedom in the Capital Wasteland!

"Bah, bastard won't even move troops other than secret movement...." he sighed

OOC: Yes, i did pull "A JFK reference". And i do like it, dontca think?

OOC: Mieux is more than likely going to play a joke on Jack, so I'm gonna retcon that bit at the end of your post.

Mieux took a sip of last of his glass of Pre-War wine, then going on to eat the last of his Brahmin Steak. As he was about to eat the last piece, a man asked kindly, "May I sit here?" No no, please." the man identifying himself as Jack, which Mieux already knew, and asked Mieux his name, to which he hesitatingly replied with a charming smile, "Sivel Longstin, pleasure to make your aqquantance." He then called for the waitress, "My dear, bring this man a drink and some dinner, on me." He pulled out a slip of paper, which was the easier way for intower transactions to occur, and wrote '100 caps, Mr.-' but his finger hid the rest of the form. He handed it to the waitress, "There, Mr. Jack feel free to eat and drink whatever you feel want to." He at the last piece of his steak with his silver fork and chewed it quietly, dabbed his mouth courteously. "If you'll excuse me Mr. Jack, I must head back upstairs, I really wouldn't want to miss tonights news on the radio. Good evening." Mieux got up, waving his hand in the air farewell to Jack, he kissed the young waitress about Mieuxs age on the cheek and said, "Goodnight sweetheart, you always make the best meals." To which she said, "Awe, Justin you charmer you, good bye Mr. Mieux." Mieux grinned a sly smile and looked out the corner of his eye at Jack who was dumb struck, having obviously been shocked that he was speaking to his employer the whole time but never knew it. "Good bye Jack, can't wait to see how well you work out for me." And left the restaraunt, his hands in his pockets, whistling a slightly catchy tune as he walked out and vanished to his right as he made his way to the lobby, heading for the elevator.

OOC: this will happen in a day or so....but no one in the RP will see or hear of it so I am putting it in now.

The Capital Wasteland - five miles North of the ruins of Charlettesville, VA 0600 Zulu (1:00am)

92 Miles southwest of Washington, DC

The operatives watched with interest as the 20 ton door slowly slid open, revealing the silo...and the LGM-30N Minuteman XI ICBM it contained...beneath it to the outside world for the first time in nearly two centuries. One of the deadliest weapons ever constructed by man, it could carry five 1 Megaton warheads 11,000 miles and strike five different targets within a 150nm circle, each warhead landing within 100 feet of the desired target point. The missile in this silo....Launch Facility E-06...was special, however. Instead of a nuclear payload, it contained a reconnaissance satellite, originally intended to support ARGUS EVENT, the plan to quickly replace losses to the US military's constellation of spy satellites in the event of a nuclear war. Never used for it's original purpose of providing war-planners satellite reconnaissance of China in wartime, it would be of use providing information to others closer to home. They had inspected five other silos in what was Virginia and Maryland, this was the last, but nearly the most important. Rappelling down into the silo, they externally inspected the missile and the launch support equipment, and found it in order. Moving to the guidance section, they carefully opened access panels in the side of the missile and tested it's electronics. Finding the guidance computer fully operational, they reprogrammed the guidance package, so that the orbital insertion profile for the satellite would meet requirements. Thier work done, the access panels were carefully replaced then the operatives climbed back out of the silo. Collecting thier rappelling equipment, thier leader radioed to advise the operation was a success and requested extraction. After a few minutes, a Vertibird landed and the operatives boarded and flew away.


Once the Vertibird was clear, the sky lit up as the rocket engine in the ancient ICBM suddenly ignited and the missile hurtled out of it's silo into the clear night sky, to the wonderment of the Wastelanders, Super Mutants, and feral ghouls for miles around who happened to witness it. No one was nearby to see the huge door slowly close again. Eighteen minutes later, the satellite was successfully deployed, entered the orbital path selected for it, and promptly began providing information on the designated operational areas.

"Excellent", the individual responsible said to himself as the data began to stream in. "This will increase chances for success by 38%. It's a pity the operative who made this possible never reported to the extraction point. Only a handful of those Chinese Stealth Suits are available, now there is one less."

Indra Sarin-Caravan enroute to Tenpenny Tower-Afternoon:

"Indra, we are nearing the Tower!" said a caravaneer, Indra wanted to go to Tenpenny Tower, she needed a home away from the slum of Springvale, she packed up her things, and hitched a ride to the Tower

"Thanks Argyll, you've been a smashing help!" she said with a cute smile
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Indra Sarin-Tenpenny Tower-Afternoon:

"Can i be let in?" she asked the guard

"Fine, but we gotta search you for weapons." said the guard

The guard searched her, and she turned up clean

"Your clear!" said the guard, and she opened up into a huge tower

She walked up to the lobby man

"Do you have a room open?" she asked him

"Erm..Uhm...Uh..Yea, some girl got kicked out yesterday. Her room got cleared out today, you can live there, for 4'000 caps." she couldnt refuse, she handed him the caps, and took the elevator to her room.

Mitch

Springvale - 11:00am

Mitch and Quinn traveled through Springvale en route to Big Town. From there, the plan was to head North West to Seneca Station, then North towards the Falls then follow the old highway back to the Camp. So far they hadn't seen anyone except a middle aged guy in a blue jumpsuit coming out of Springvale as they entered. He asked the best way to cross the Potomac and get to GNR. Quinn gave him some directions and he was off again.

"Are you sure you want to stick with me, Quinn?", asked Mitch. "I don't know what we're going to find there."

"I've come this far with you, may as well see it through.", Quinn chuckled. "The Pitt is the best shot we have at keeping Underworld going, the parts we need are getting harder and harder to scav every year. Besides, you bring me good luck....the last time I had a woman who didn't look like a corpse your great-grandmother hadn't been born yet."

Mitch laughed. Making it with Fantasia seemed to have improved his mood remarkably. She reached into her knapsack for the Box of Fancy Lads Snack Cakes she had bought from Carol in Underworld yesterday, and found a note wrapped around it. Taking the note and reading it, she found it was written by Dukov.

Dear Michelle:

Dukov wanted to tell you more about Ft. Constantine and his key.....but when you stood above him like the naughty girl you are, Dukov could not help but notice your wonderful legs and thinking how lovely they would look wrapped tightly around Dukov's neck and he forgot all about it for the moment. Since Dukov cannot see you right now, he can remember so he is writing this down before you come out and make him forget again. About four years ago, a Super-Mutant named Garrus came to see Dukov and borrowed his key. He paid Dukov lots of caps, even though Dukov isn't about to mess with someone that can swing a 10 lb sledge hammer one handed. That's even stupider than grabbing the nice firm ass of a Brotherhood Paladin - Ha! But back to Dukov's point. Dukov heard he works for a outfit called the Company, they are bounty-killers that do jobs all over the Wasteland. They should have representatives in Megaton and Rivet City, perhaps they could put you in touch with him. Now Dukov wants to discuss his favorite subject - you. Dukov wants you to be careful, and to come back to him so you can sit on Dukov's f-

Mitch stopped reading for now....she was beginning to feel a familiar warmth in her belly and now just wasn't the time. "You're so on, you crazy Russian.", Mitch thought as she put the note back in her bag. "When I get back we'll find out just what you've got." She then opened the box of Fancy Lads, and offered a cake to Quinn, then took another one out and ate it as they walked through the ruined town. Aside from a dead raider that had been cut to pieces with a minigun, and another one that had been blown up with a grenade, they saw nothing of interest.

South of Big Town - 11:45am

"They came in the middle of the night and killed everybody.", said Bittercup. "If I hadn't been out scaving some chalk for makeup they'd have gotten me too."

Mitch, using the scope of her Infiltrator, looked over Bigtown. Several of the buildings were shot up, and she could see some men in funny looking power armor...not Brotherhood or Outcast...walking about. A few minutes ago, they saw some sort of aircraft fly in from the West and land in the middle of Big Town, let off some passengers, pick up others, then fly off again back to the West. She had a really bad feeling about these people.

Mitch lowered her rifle then moved back into cover with Quinn and thier new companion and looked at Bittercup. She looked young, even for a Big Towner...she had probably just been kicked out of Lamplight. The selfish little f**** kick out thier fellows when they grow up lest a community of advlts develop that can tell them what to do. Most of them come here to Big Town, and end up either eaten by Muties, or taken by Eulogy's men. Blond, and fairly attractive, but her makeup was weird. She had powdered her face and arms with chalk to look paler than she already was, and her nails were painted black. In addition, her nattering about being depressed and death was starting to get on her nerves, but Mitch couldn't help but feel sorry for her. All her friends were dead, she was truly alone in the world. Mitch didn't like the idea of taking her to Ft. Constantine, but leaving her here was no different than killing her. Quinn agreed to take her back South with him when he finished his business with Monroe and see if Megaton or Rivet City would take her. That decided, they decided to swing West towards where Vault 106 was then north towards Arefu then the Mass Relay Station, as she didn't want to take her new companion anywhere near Paradise Falls. What Eulogy did to women Mitch wouldn't wish on her worst enemy and Bittercup may as well have "VICTIM" tattooed on her forehead. In addition, the Boss would be irritated if she and Quinn had to dust a couple of Eulogy's men because they smelled easy meat and tried to take her. "Let's go.", said Mitch. "We want to be gone before that flying thing comes back."


Kaelyn's Bed and Breakfast - 12:15pm

Mitch pried the Combat Shotgun out of the dead fingers of a Raider who, along with her equally dead friends, had not been smart enough to leave her and her friends alone and examined it. It was the best of the pathetic lot of weapons they had been carrying, and it also had the most ammo, 40 rounds.

"Not the ideal first weapon for a 16 year old girl, but it will have to do.", thought Mitch. She then turned to Bittercup. "Pre-War, but in half-way decent shape.", said Mitch. "You ever use one of these before, Bittercup?"

Bittercup shook her head no. She had never seen people die close up before, and the way Mitch and Quinn had made short work of the Raiders when they attacked stunned her a little.

"Then it is time you learned.", said Mitch. "If you want to survive out here, you've got to be able to protect yourself." Mitch then showed her how to load the shotgun and change magazines, and the use of the safety. Then she showed her how to aim and had her fire off four rounds at a makeshift target nailed to the house the Raiders had been living in. Bittercup managed to hit it twice. "Good job", said Mitch encouragingly. To herself, she thought "There might be some hope for you yet."


Arefu - 12:45pm

Arefu was quiet as usual. In a stroke of luck, Harith was there to trade with the townies. Mitch traded him the weapons and equipment the Raiders had been carrying for repairs to Bittercup's shotgun, three boxes of 12 ga. shells, and kicked in a few caps more for a worn but serviceable suit of leather armor. Mitch took Bittercup into the abandoned house next to the Brahmin pen to change.

"She's more prepared for the Wasteland now than I was", Mitch thought sadly. Leaving the house, the three of them decided to avoid the road and head straight for the Mass Relay Station.


MDPL Mass Relay Station - 1:30pm

The trio was nearly on top of the Relay Station before they realized it had been re-occupied by the Brotherhood....a whole lot of them. Unfortunately, the Paladins had spotted them so they couldn't turn back without raising suspicion, they had to brazen it out. The Paladins stopped them and demanded to know thier business. Quinn told them they were heading for the old WKML station to do some scaving. They seemed to buy that, but said they had to stay until Cross and her men, who they expected any minute, arrived from up North. For "security reasons". Mitch asked them what it was about, they did not want to talk about it. From thier tone, Mitch suspected that Monroe and the boys had held out.....a encouraging thought.

After about 15 minutes, she saw a large caravan moving South down the road, led by what looked like a group of the boys, about 20 of them with a couple of Sentry Bots. They stopped about a 100 yards away and allowed a train of brahmin and Brotherhood Paladins to pass through and approach the station. As they filed by, she could see at least half of them were wounded in some manner, and the brahmin that did not have wounded Paladins on them carried wrapped objects that could only be bodies on them. At thier head was a tall black woman, in power armor without her helmet and carrying a Super Sledge. As she walked by, she looked Mitch up and down and smiled knowingly then headed on. The Paladins at the station filed in behind them and all of them continued South, paying them no further mind. "Let's go.", said Mitch. "Both of you, stick close to me and watch what you say." As she walked up to the group of Pitt Raiders, she saw that they were led by Monroe himself.

"So we won?", inquired Mitch.

"Yeah, we won alright.", said Monroe wearily. "They gave us a f****** hammering before they finally cried uncle, though...we lost about as many people as they did. I'll fill you in later. Who are your friends?"

"This is Quinn", began Mitch. "He would like to talk business with you, Underworld needs repair parts for thier generators and ventilation system and would like to set up a steady supply." Monroe nodded approvingly as Mitch continued. "And this is Bittercup...she's from Big Town. That's something else we need to talk about."

"Great.", said Monroe. He looked at the scared young girl, fidgeting with the sling of her shotgun, and just knew he wasn't going to like what Mitch had to tell him about Big Town at all. "I just love surprises."

Mark

Mark ran through the mud as he and Mary fell to the ground to avoid an electro shock to the head. They kept crawling, some recruits had their heads cut off by the wire, and some sunk themselves in the quicksand. Mark hadn't noticed. After the crawling, they both got up and ran towards a big wall. They climbed a rope, one at a time, and jumped over at the other side. Then they kept running to the final obstacle: the zip line. Mark, fearless, jumped up and got a hold of the zip. He zipped all the way down to a mud pool and rolled out. The zip returned to the top just in time for the other recruit had time to grab it. Mark huddled out of the way and joined the other recruits who had finished the course. Mary jumped into the pool of mud as the last recruit surviving. The others either broke one of their bones jumping the wall, or broke their neck jumping the wall.

"That was easy." Mary told Mark as she rolled out of the mud. They high-fived each other and she went back into the line. The man came out of no where, now looking more fierce than ever. He glared into the recruits' eyes, to see if anyone had cheated or not. He grinned.

"Good job. Now onto the next stage!!!"