John awoke in one of the rooms in Moriarty’s Saloon. He was visiting Megaton for two reasons, to eliminate a bounty hunter by the name of Archangel and to act as a representative of the Company. So far he had acquired two new contracts and John also got a lead on Archangel. Word was Archangel was operating out of the Megaton Warehouse which was also owned by Colin Moriarty. John made his way out of the Saloon and down to the Megaton Warehouse, it was close to the Saloon, all of Moriarty’s businesses were in one area. All of Megaton knows the name of Colin Moriarty, Lucas Simms believe he runs the town but Moriarty is the lord of the city, crime lord to be exact. Moriarty was at the Warehouse when John entered.

“Who the hell are you?” asked Moriarty.

John chuckled and punched Moriarty in the jaw, he dropped to the floor and John pulled his pistol from his holster, he shot one of the warehouse workers in the face and continued to walk through the warehouse, there was a few other workers in the warehouse, John quickly ended there lives. John got to the end of the warehouse and saw a trap door, he opened it up and could see a well lit room, he jumped into it and was punched in the face. Guess who found Archangel. The punch caught John off guard and allowed Archangel to punch him again, John realized what was going on and lifted his arms in front of his fact to block the punches. John gave Archangel a punch of his own and then kicked him in the gut, Archangel let out a grunt of pain and was punched once again in the face. Archangel fell to the ground and John grabbed his pistol, he aimed it at Archangel and asked “Any last words?”

“Please don’t kill me! I will pay twice who ever paid you and then disappear from the wasteland.” cried Archangel.
“Fine. You got two thousand caps?” replied John.
“[censored]. That’s an insult. Who ever [censored] hired you only offered a thousand caps for my life? Damn.” said Archangel.
“Just give me the caps.”

Archangel opened his safe and grabbed two sacks, “There you go here is the caps.” said Archangel. He threw the sacks to John.

“Thank you.” said John. He then lifted his pistol and shot four times, Archangel was dead before he hit the ground.

Marie was sleeping when the rain started pouring down onto the Capital Wasteland
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A man appeared, walking slowly toward her.

"Well Well now, you look like a mighty fine young lady" the man said as he grabbed her arm

"Let Go!" she yelled "I said let go!" The man didn't let go

"Okay [censored], ive had it with you" he grabbed her and threw her into his bedroom
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"NO!" she screamed as she awoke

"Ma'am, the sniper team is assembling, the caravan will be arriving soon." a man dressed in Talon Armor

"Okay.....ill be there in a second....." she was in a cold sweat.

She got suited in Talon Company leather armor, grabbed her backpack, stuffed it with medicine, water, food, and spare ammo and crossbow bolts. She reached for her AK-47 and Crossbow, she already had her Pipe. She exited her barracks in Fort Bannister. She saw her horse, Peter, next to the barracks

"Sorry boy, i can't take you today." she said with a frown

"Jet, what about jet? We always could use that," the raider said to Kyle as the trader gave off a cough, tightening the garbs around his face and shaking his head silently, "Oh come on man! You have to have some kinda fix!"

"All I sell is food, and protection," Kyle replied humbly, coughing as the rain fell onto him and the raider. They were standng outside the main building of Evergreen Mills, Kyle alone with his shotgun hanging from his neck and a large bag strapped to his back. He took a gulp of some Rad-X as the raider grumbled.

"Food then... right, food. What kinda food?" the raider looked to his shaking hands as he said this.

"Meat," Kyle replied, a smile forming on his unconcealed lips to reveal his dirty jagged teeth, "Molerat Meat to be precise. I have placed salts on it, so it should preserve for perhaps a week."

"Good... how much do you want?" The Raider's fingers began to tap rythimically against the holster of his pistol.

"Five hundred caps for two pounds sounds fa-"

Kylee suddenly found himself staring down the barrel of a 9MM as the Raider ripped off the wrappings from his face, the scavengers beard falling against his dlbows.

"I disagree strongly. We already gave you two hundred for the guns, plus the three hundred for those painkillers," the Raiders eyes narrowed as he glared into Kyle's, whom was still smiling, though his breathing had slowed drastically. "Now.. how about a five finger discount, before I make meat out of you. A uh... two for one deal?"

"Go ahead and eat me," Kyle responded, his chest heaving with each breathe as he raised his hands slowly, "all you would be doing is causing a extended solution to a problem that requires constant mending. Certainly, you would have your fill of food... but how many traders want to make deals with your kind?"

"My kind?" The Raider snarled, his gun slowly pulling away, "...You are a wise guy... I hate wise guys. But you make a good point... what was your price again?"

Thunder boomed in the sky.

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Kyle walked slowly across the wasteland, coughing loudly as he headed east. His next destination was Tenpenny Tower... maybe if he was lucky, he could make money off mercenaries and travellers along the way.

Mark

It was only evening when Mark approached a small cabin in the middle of no where. It had been raining all day and Mark was glad that he had finally found shelter. His eyes were fixed on a human-like figure in the window. There was a flash of lightning, and it vanished. Mark become anxious at the appearance of the shadowy person he had seen. Another strike of lightning shook the Earth, but this time it was closer than before. He decided if he didn't hurry up in getting to the cabin, he would be dead. So he ran through the harsh rain and grabbed the knob of the front door.

Mark entered, but was surprised to see him standing face to face down the barrel of a magnum. The edge of the deadly weapon almost frightened him as much as the moment where he almost got killed in a terrible storm. There was a silenced pause, and afterwards came a roaring voice as loud as the thunder outside.

"Thief! Turn your pockets inside out and give over the stolen goods!" the holder of the revolver roared. Mark, sweating with anxiety, did as was told but gave nothing to the man. The man raised an eyebrow and furiously tried another time.

"STOLEN GOODS!" the man, angrier than a pissed off fire ant, grabbed Mark by the neck and breathed down his chest. Mark managed to keep the tears inside, but it was very hard for him. He put his hands up and pleaded.

"I didn't steal anything, I swear!" Mark shouted at the top of his lungs. Mark dropped to the floor out of the hands of the filthy beast. The man, clearly visible, was wearing a brown duster and a cowboy hat. Mark took a good look while getting all of his breath back. The more air he inhaled, the more it hurt.

"We are the Regulators," the man moved, revealing a crowd of people huddled over in the same uniform as the man's, trying to see if Mark was okay or not. At least Mark thought that's what they were doing. "You have no choice but to join us, stranger, But before you do, you need to go through a ceremony. Get up and follow me."

The sun arose over the balcony of Mieux Tower, still called Tenpenny Tower by most Wasters. Justin Mieux, a young man of 20, stood on the balcony, his right hand man, a man named Jack who was roughly in his early 30's, stood behind him looking at Mieux silhouette as he leaned on the rail. "Well boss, what are we gonna do? We got visitors requesting residence in the tower. What should we do?" Mieux puffed a cloud of smoke from his cigarette and flicked it off the side of the balcony, "So? Screw them. If they don't have the one thousand caps to buy a hotel room to live in, they can't live here. I am not running a charity." Jack looked down, knowing Mieux was in one of his quick to annoy moods. "But it may cause riots at the gates." Mieux sat on one of the cushioned chairs and looked silently into Jacks eyes, blinking a few times. "So? We have Protectrons, Guards, and Guns, oh, and those barbwired bricked walls we put up when Tenpenny took his little tumble by that Vault guy. Anyway, I let any Waster in for 50 caps to soak in the Air Conditioning, and sit in the lobby or bar if they want, I have done alot for this tower now that it's a tourist point in the Wastes." Jack just looked down, feeling stupid, "Look Jack, I am not condescending you, not right now at least, in any case, you just worry about manning the front desk, and let me worry about all the big problems, alright?" He stood back up, straightening the red striped tie cleanly tied on his neck, and made sure his appearance was fixed. " By the way, send a guy to the Brotherhood, tell them to send a caravan out this way, we need more water to sell to the outsiders."

Mieux beamed with pride when he looked at the RobCo Factory next door, it was 7:30 AM and yet his crew were repaving the parking lot of it. Mieux didnt own a large chunk of the Capital Wasteland, nor did he care to, but what little he owned, he was swiftly fixing up, making them resemble Pre-War life. the old gas station to the West, under Mieuxs orders, was renovated into a small store with free beds for travellers. He was by no means an altruist, but his little slice of land was his pride, he even had little trees growing in the courtard now, courtesy of Oasis helping him with that.

Marie arrived at the sniping point, the rain gaining ever lasting wetness, mud entrenched them, but that was good.

Two soldiers, one a young man, the other a woman. Both saluted when she arrived "The Caravan bound to that tower is looming ever closer, ma'am."

"Good, very good. Wheres the rifle?" she asked

"Right here ma'am!" they unvield a .50 sniper rifle, fitted with a scope that switched from Infared, Thermal, Nightvison, and regular. It was loaded with 10 shots per clip. There was 5 clips.

She laid down and zoomed in with Thermal, she could see the caravan, which had wasteland refugees and citizens.

"You" Marie pointed to the woman "Get to contact with Able Squad! We will have slaves and weapons in by tomorrow."

"Yes Ma'am!" the woman ran into a tent, presumably living quarters.

Marie saw the caravan, and took a shot at the head caravaneer. He was dead before he even knew what hit him. So followed a entire clips worth of people. The rest scurred away from the Tower. She then saw armed men run into her view, taking some, if not all, of the survivors, and whatever was in the brahmin, was taken.

She smiled at a good score against Mieux

"Justin Mieux will be dead before he knows it!"

She knew that was a moot point. Mieux was almost impossible to get close to. The Talon Company tried, all have met the same fate, thrown off the Tower.

"Ma'am, we got a new caravan headed in to our position! They are going to pass right through us!" said the woman

"Then lets waste no more time" she said. They grabbed their weapons. The Talon soliders got their R91s out. Whilst Marie had her AK-47 Officer weapon. They could hear the clippity clop of the hooves of the Brahmin

"Two" whispered Marie. The caravaneers turned the corner and were met with gun fire.

Bang Bang Bang Bang

All four of the caravaneers fell dead. They sorted through the pockets and other areas of the caravan

"Ma'am, this was bound for Tenpenny Tower, for a 'Justin Mieux'" said the young man "There's these boxes, about five of them, all labeled 'Building Material'. What the hell does that mean?"

O'Brien never took his eye's from off of the women who had entered his store, she seemed inocent enough, a typical salvager with a muck-covered face and dirty blonde hair formed into a ponytail and mostly hidden beneath some-kind of pre-war hat which O'Brien was sure was for men. The selection of items in front of the bars were poultry and it wasn't long before she approached the counter; O'Brien checked his Glock and quietly drew it from it's holster.

"Got anyfing good for tryna kill oneoftha big mutants? Set-on by threeofem yesteday."

"Why certenly," O'Brien made an effort to conceal the pistol with his leg (lest it be seen) as he walked to a rack of plasma rifle's and pulled one out, giving the glass tube on the top a flick with his finger; he brought it back to the counter."Allow me to pick yer brains for a sec' here, this is a REPCONN Aerospace Plasma Rifle, dated 7th August, 2077. I'll only 'cern myself with the details you want, semi-auto, twelve bolts for every battery, short te medium range, good chance o' molecular destabilisation 'pon contact. Yes or No."

"Fine then," the women replied gruffly after a minute if thought. "I'll 'ave it, how much you want for it?"

"Go 'head and make it 1'200 caps." The women removed some different sized bags from her belt and placed them on the counter, O'Brien replied in kind with the plasma rifle, both placing a hand on the goods been exchanged and, never breaking eye contact, O'Brien pushed the Plasma Rifle through the space and in the bars and pulled the caps though as she did the opposite; once the goods had been exchanged she left quickly and O'Brien took a swig from the open beer on a fold-out US Army table, which happened to be closeby. What an age we live in where shepkeepers almost dread a customer, he thought dejectedly before finishing the bottle.

Borgia Manus - Paradise Falls - Morning

Borgia stumbled from his bed. Empty syringes and bottles littered the floor. He stood up and examined himself. On the heart shaped bed next to him lay a hoker. Borgia couldn't for the life of him remember her name. Observing his naked body, Borgia noticed the bullet wound in his leg was looking terrible, perhaps even infected.

"Should've seen Cutty yesterday," Borgia mumbled to himself. He threw on his merc outfit and limped towards the door of his small room. Eulogy had given him the room in his pad, which was a sign of great friendship. Borgia often stayed in the barracks if Eulogy was ever busy with anything, such as five slave women. But he still was very thankful of the small room.

Borgia managed slowly down the stairs. As he was heading for the door he could hear Eulogy shouting at one of his girls. He exited quietly. Once shutting the door he yawned at looked over Paradise Falls. It was a beautiful place. Despite the business, it was probably one of the safest towns in the Capitol Wasteland.... so long as you're not a slave. Borgia composed himself and began making his way towards the clinic. He had sustained the injury whilst on a job to Canterbury Commons. A merchant who frequents there, a man named Doc Hoff, had refused to supply Falls with medicine and chems. Borgia quickly killed the the caravan guard and had Hoff mezzed before he even knew what was going on. The were just making there way into the town. However, Borgia hadn't expected anybody in the settlement itself to notice, and found himself with a sniper bullet to the thigh.

Borgia removed the bullet after fleeing with Hoff, but just put a bandage around it when he returned to Falls. He had meant to see Cutty, but there was a party and he decided it would be a better idea to wait it out.

Borgia continued limping to the clinic, greeting all the slavers as he went along. He saw Forty, standing outside the slave cage and shouting inside. Forty was a psychotic bastard, and felt somewhat unappreciated Borgia assumed. Forty had been of a much more prestigious position when Eulogy took Paradise Falls, yet Borgia still became right-hand man.

Borgia made his way in the door of the clinic. Cutty cleaned him up and replaced the bandage, as silent as always. Borgia thanked her and walked back towards Eulogy's Pad. He was still limping, but Cutty assured him that it would heal over time. As Borgia was approaching the pad, Forty jogged towards him.

"Eulogy wants a word." Borgia nodded and before he could reply, Forty had run off again.

Borgia entered the house and saw Eulogy in the main room. He was standing up with his trousers halfway down his legs, and Clover knelt in front of him. It took Borgia a moment to realise what was going on. He shut the door loudly, and saw Eulogy jump.

"Borgia," he called, pushing Clover from him and pulling up his trousers. Borgia walked towards his friend.

"Borgia, I need you to do a job. Ashur is putting pressure on me for more slaves, so I'll need you to deal with Susan Lancaster now. The pen is becoming crowded, and we may as well get the [censored] before we ship out."

"Aight' Eulogy. I've been waiting for this one since she slit Tom's throat on her escape."

"Good. As you know, she lives at Tenpenny Tower. I hear the place is under new management, but it shouldn't be an issue. And take Jerry with you. Just in case. He needs the experience."

"I'll head off immediately," Borgia announced and went upstairs to retrieve his items.

Mark

Mark's eyes opened faster than a cheetah chasing its prey. He got up from a torn blanket that had been laid out on the harsh floor the night before by a woman Regulator with an attitude. Getting up, he noticed sunlight was shining through the windows. It was already late morning. Mark strode over to the man that almost killed him the night before, who had called himself George.

"Sir, you said there was a ceremony I had to complete to be in your presence?" asked Mark, curious to see what he could do to join a group and at least not get himself killed out in the Wasteland, alone. George stood up from his rocking chair and grunted as he got up, and since he was a big man, and probably around his 60s, he had trouble getting up.

"There are three tests in order to join us, part of the ceremony. Seeing how you're still alive, I'm going to assume you had a nice sleep," George laughed. Then, he walked over to a table and picked up the magnum Mark had seen the night before, and a few thousand caps. "I need you to assassinate a man by the name of Justin. Justin Mieux.
Here's two thousand caps to get into his resort, named Miuex Tower, and use this magnum to kill him. And don't ask why, it's business. Now go."

Mark stepped out of the small cabin and into the Wasteland. One thing was sure now, as it was years before when he exited his Vault: Patrolling the Capital Wasteland almost made him wish for a nuclear winter.

Marie returned to the Talon Company base at Fort Bannister.

"Ma'am, welcome back" said a man waiting for her "We have reports of a caravan, its apparently freelance, but we can't be certain its not working for the Brotherhood at Tenpenny Tower."

"Where is it" said Marie

"The sniping point will be where you were, he should be-" thunder crashed "he should pass by there"

She returned and leaned into the sniper scope, and saw the man walking, he had a pet Yao Guai and a dog, along with a few other caravans.
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Alan Ferrel

Thunder crashed around him

"Cmon boy, we gotta get to the Tower!" said Alan

The pitter patter of the rain intensified. He wasn't at risk of a Talon Company attack because how good he was covered, with the rain. Then a

Ka-Bang!

rung out .

"Get Down!" screamed a caravaneer behind him. Alan hit the muddy ground, he saw a caravaneer drop dead.

"Holy [censored]!" he screamed.

He heard another shot, and the brahmin infront had its heads blown off.

"What the hell....." he said

Then, another man had his head blown up in a gory explosion.

"RUN!!!!!" screamed a caravaneer.

Alan ran with his tiny little caravan to the Tower, and demanded entrance
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Marie stood up, knowing she missed her target, but scaring a entire half of the caravan, he started a smile, knowing she bagged in alot of caps.

She came back to base and was given a new assignment

"Marie, you know as well as I do that this "war" with the brotherhood is getting costly" said the Commander as he smoked his cigar. "I need to go to that slaver place, and meet up with a man with The Paradise Falls"

"Yes sir, should i change out of this first?" she asked

"Don't worry about that, we have a operative nearby Paradise Falls, she will give you a dress to fit in, The Slaver doesn't know your coming, lets keep it that way." said the Commander

"Yes Sir!" She said as she left.

Jade sat at a table in the dark rooms of the Citadel with two cards sat in her hand, she smiled as other members of the brotherhood made some whispers as the final card was drawn and laid on the table
“All in” Jade laid her Sig Sauer pistol on the table which had ‘Jade’ etched on the slide she then reached down to her boot and pulled her combat knife out which also had the same etching as the pistol on the blade. With force she jammed it in the table.

The brotherhood knight sat on the other side of the table let of a slight nervous twinge in his mouth

“Fine” He said in a gruff voice, laying one thousand caps on the table he looked into Jade’s eye’s for any sign of a bluff. In any other situation it would be possible to tell what Jade was feeling and thinking by looking into her eye’s, but for playing cards they gave nothing away strangely enough.

“He who dare’s Mark” Jade smiled and placed her two cards on the table face up the other members circling the table laughed as Mark sprung up throwing his cards

“[censored] you guys, [censored] it!” as he stormed off Jade replaced her weapons, her knife in her boot and her pistol tucked into the trousers of her leather armour at the back

“Maybe next time Mark” All mark did was respond by flipping the bird, Jade couldn’t help but laugh. Getting up she walked to her private room, Jade was a member of the BoS here in the wasteland but she was different to the other members, they still counted her as a member of the Brotherhood and called her sister but she wasn’t officialy a member, it was confusing but either way she fought for them. Laying down on the bed in her room a recruit rushed in with a scorching burn on his right side

“JADE!... Sarah Lyons is pinned down… by” He had to stop to catch his breath, during this interim Jade jumped up and grabbed her MP5

“[censored]in mutants over near rivet city” Slapping the charging handle down the bolt shot to the front of the barrel

“I’m on the way”

Marie arrived in a mud hut nearby Paradise Falls, she got changed into a sort of semi sixy semi wastelander outfit and walked toward Paradise falls

"I'm here to see Borgia Manus." she said to the gate guard

"Your Talon Company? I see since we aren't at war, i can let you in." the man opened the gate.

She walked toward a house she was told where Borgia was at, she went in, passing by the head slaver and knocking at a door.

"Hello, anyone home?" she asked through the door.

The door opened and she entered, and saw the man gathering things

"Hello" she said sweetly

Borgia Manus

Borgia picked up his mesmetron and placed in a torso holster. He checked to see how many power cells he had. He had twenty, and he reloaded the weapon. After he grabbed his trusty chinese assault rifle and slung it around his shoulder. Finally he tucked the machete inside his jacket. The hoker was gone when Borgia came back up. Hopefully she didn't rob anything.

Borgia turned to the door. The job is inside Tenpenny Tower, quite a packed building. Mezzing the [censored] may be difficult, Borgia thought to himself. As he approached the door a figure appeared. She was wearing a wastelander outfit.

"Hello," she hummed, smiling at Borgia. He quickly jerked, swinging the assault rifle into his hands. He pointed the weapon at the woman.

"Who are you, and what do you want? You are no slaver, nor are you a slave." Borgia examined her. Grouse was a moron, but even he wouldn't let a potentially dangerous person into Falls.

"Look, I'm off to Tenpenny Tower. I don't know who you are or what you want, but take it up with Eulogy," Borgia said to the woman, lowering his assault rifle. "Now, if you'll excuse me..."

John left the Megaton warehouse and could see Lucas Simms running towards him, just great. Lucas pulled his rifle out and pointed it at Johns face. It was obvious that he heard the gunshots.

“What the hell did you do in there?” asked Lucas.
“[censored] sakes I don’t have time for this [censored]!” replied John, he then stabbed Lucas in the stomach and punched him in the face, luckily no one was around so John would get away with it. John went to leave Megaton but than remembered his parents, he hadn’t seen them in years. He didn’t even know if they were still alive. John walked to his old house and knocked on the door, when it opened he saw his father.

“Dad, its me John.”
“John!?” His father fainted leaving John just standing there.
“Well that was a grand visit.” said John. He walked into the house and looked for his mother, but he could not find her so John decided to leave a note for his father it said: Dad, you passed out so I left. See ya later. Tell mom I said hi. John left Megaton and met up with Garrus.

“Hey you ugly mutie.” said John jokingly.
“Hello Shepard.” replied Garrus, unlike most Super Mutants Garrus was very intelligent, in fact he was probably more intelligent than anyone else in the Capital Wasteland, and on top of that he was a wrecking machine. Garrus was technically apart of the Company but he never took his own contracts, he would only go on the ones John went on, but he couldn’t enter any towns due to the fact he was a Super Mutant.

“Archangel is dead and Lucas Simms is bleeding out. Someone’s bound to fix him up before he dies though.”
“Good job John. So where are we going next?”
“Hmm… We could go back to the bunker but Lucifer will understand if we go tomorrow. For now lets go to…. Paradise Falls.”
“Paradise Falls? Are you planning on selling me?”

John broke out in laughter, “Come on Garrus, you saved my life I would never do something like that.”
“Ha ha. Sure you wouldn’t.” Joked Garrus “But seriously. Why the [censored] are we going to the Falls?”
“I want to talk with Eulogy Jones. I think the Company can be friends with them, and with the rising conflict between the Brotherhood, those Talon [censored]s and the Syndicate the slavers need all the help they can get.”
“Well alright then. Off to the Falls.”

"This world never changes," Kyle said to himself, though anyone that was in the vincinity of him would not have been able to hear him anyways, the rain was pouring so hard. He lay prone against a rock, mud covering his clothes save for the backpack that he always took special care of. In his hands were a pair of binoculars to which he had just witnessed a small massacre of caraveners not to far from Tenpenny Tower. In his left leg, a almost empty pouch of rad-away was pumping it's fluids into him, a necessary precaution due to the rain. Never knew when the stuff falling on you would be irradiated...

He looked through the binoculars again, barely able to see past all the mist that was building up from the storm. Boom, thunder echoed. He slowly moved the goggles toward the south, Tenpenny Tower about a mile away... there was also a Gas Station that looked like it was in good condition, to say the least. Light's emitted from the windows... perhaps if this storm got worse before he reached Tenpenny, he could take refuge in there.

Kyle slowly stood up, ripping the Rad-Away pouch out of him with a grunt and letting out six coughs as thunder boomed once more. He was getting to old for this walking around crap... but, walk he had to. And walk he did, heading east as his boots stepped in the mud covered ground, splashing puddles.


At least he wasn't in the belly of a raider right now... though that would certainly be alot more warm.

OOC: Mexican- You only need 2000 caps if you want to live there. to enter and trade, you need 50 caps. But either way, you'll be pat down for any and all weapons. So you can't get any guns, knives, or explosives in anyway. :laugh:

Also, guys, grow up, if I have to RP 3 armies fighting me, I'll just quit, I THOUGHT this was going to be an RP with intelligence, not 'hurr durr imma shoot you' at every turn.

@Elvis- If you just ask to hand over Susan, they'll happily oblige, Mieuxs been looking for a reason to kick her out anyway. :laugh:

IC:

Mieux walked around the penthouse level, checking the servers. During Tenpennys reign, the Penthouse was home to the richest, now however, only he lived up here. The other rooms now housed various servers. The nearest room to his was home to the power servers. The other two housed various security features, one of the latest features installed were six gun turrets in the Penthouse level hallways, two at each corridor. He also had two protectrons stationed at the elevator doors, as well as three on patrol in the halls. He was not by any means invincible, but with his tech know-how, he had made himself very difficult to kill. His final, and most devious security device was running anytime he did not have company. He was not a big supporter of the Brotherhood, but they were good business partners, which is where the servers and turrets came from.

He entered into the power supply server room and sat in the rotating chair and started clicking his fingers to keys on the keyboard, reading the information displayed on the large monitor, checking each output level. "All systems nominal, and, as always, that damned Susan Lancaster is drawing to much power to her room. I wish I could find SOME way to kick that harlet out of my tower" He frowned, sighing in annoyance at the thought of her name, he quickly gained composure again, he continued reading the current layouts. "Thankfully, everyone else was not drawing more power power than was needed." He walked into the security server room on the other end of the hall and looked at the screens, viewing what all was happening around Tenpenny Tower. "Oh for the love of-" His face contorted in disgust, he leaned to the microphone and spoke into it, the microphone had to settings 'public' and 'security', ninety percent of the time it was set to security. "Security, we have a small issue." Almost immediately, a voice on the small speaker next to him spoke back, "This is Officer Jackson sir, what's the problem?" Justin looked from the monitor and back to the microphone, "It's Miss. Lancaster, she's having six in an empty stairwell.....again, throw her in the prison area for a day or two, I'm getting tired of her, but she's a paying resident, still, I may just kick her out. Oh, and, have one of the maintanence detail fix that flickering bulb at the gate would you kindly?" He heard the officer reply back "Yes sir, I'll throw Miss Lancaster into prison, and I'll get a hold of Mike and ask him to repair that lightbulb." Mieux smiled, he was proud how efficient his police force was, "Thank you officer, you're very reliable." He replied in a hurried tone. Normally he'd give a verbose response, but he just realized he had some minor updates to make on his power servers. The update would increase power efficiency by one hundred and ten percent, but before he'd get to it, he turned on GNR, listening to Three Dog give the morning news, and eat some breakfast in his living room.

She frowned when he began packing again

"I throw myself at you and you just shrug it away? I am with the Talon Company, i believe we share a common enemy." she said

"Also, before I make my point, get a new gate guard. Back to my point, Justin Mieux." she pulled a dossier out of her skimpy shirt and handed it to the slaver "He has no fear, no army, no weakness"

"My commander has instructed me to follow you around, to strengthen ties with one of our allies. So, what do you say?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eyes.

OOC: @Martyr, It's really [censored] because i was the only enemy of Mieux, anyone else is Mercs on Talon Company. And the Talon Company isn't interested in a "Call of Duty" battle, this is, like i pointed out in the PM, a tit for tat.

OOC: I know, it's just, I prefer RPing story development, fighting and battle RPing just bore me, and if I have 3-4 players targeting me, it'll be tedious. Also, I shouldn't have to warn this, but only my aide knows the lay out of the penthouse as it is now, so no one RPing with us should magically know I have all those defenses. Again, I'm just saying this as a warning that it wouldnt make sense for anyone to know how it's layed out now.

Borgia Manus


The woman looked at Borgia disapprovingly. "I throw myself at you and you just shrug it away? I am with the Talon Company, i believe we share a common enemy."

"Also, before I make my point, get a new gate guard. Back to my point, Justin Mieux." The woman pulled a stack of paper from her rather minimal attire and tossed it to Borgia. "He has no fear, no army, no weakness"

"My commander has instructed me to follow you around, to strengthen ties with one of our allies. So, what do you say?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eyes.

Borgia stopped and looked at the woman. "Talon Company? Good warriors. I've encountered some in my time, unfortunately it seems they rarely want to talk." Borgia dropped the dossier of this Justin Mieux on his bed.

"As far as strengthening ties between Talon Company and Paradise Falls, I see no problem. As a matter of fact, I've been having thoughts about the future of Paradise Falls." He stopped himself, realising he was beginning to confide in a complete stranger.

"Um, yeah. You can join me, I see no reason why not. As for this Mieux, I have no problem with him. I will not attempt to use force unless he does not let me in. If you wish to go to Tenpenny Tower simply to start trouble, do not join me. Despite how my friend likes running this place, I do not believe in killing and marauding for fun."

He exited the door and ran down the stairs.

"Deal?" he shouted.

"Deal" she said, she smiled at the man infront of her

"Before we leave Tenpenny, i must look around for intel, for the Talon Company" she said.

Then fell silent, the man went back to packing, and she stood listening to the pitter patter of the rain on the roof.

"I believe I should tell you that your Guard is susceptible of bribes, because I gave him one. Also, i have a outpost nearby, i think i should take you there."

She realized she forgot to introduce herself to the man.

"Oh, i forgot to introduce myself, my name is Marie Jacobson." she extended her arm to shake hands "What's yours?"

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"Deal" the woman said, smiling.

"Before we leave Tenpenny, i must look around for intel, for the Talon Company" she called down.

Borgia nodded and ran back up to her.

"I believe I should tell you that your Guard is susceptible of bribes, because I gave him one. Also, i have a outpost nearby, i think i should take you there."

"Yes, Grouse is not out most loyal slaver. Probably something to do with his father being the former, overthrown leader of Falls," Borgia said, chuckling. He had personally put a bullet in the man's head.

"Oh, i forgot to introduce myself, my name is Marie Jacobson." she extended her arm to shake hands "What's yours?"

Borgia grasped the woman's hand. "I am Borgia Manus. And about this outpost, I do not feel comfortable going off the track. Why do you wish to go there? I would much prefer just heading to Tenpenny Tower. In any case, I am ready to head out." Keep her friendly, Borgia thought to himself. Powerful friends could soon become handy.

"I wish to go there because this dress is not my average clothing." she said "I also have all my weapons there."

Borgia wanted to go alone, to meet up with someone else.

"Fine, but please don't dwaddle" she said

She then changed into her Leather armor, and grabbed her crossbow and AK-47.

"Lets hit the road, shall we?" she said to her friend, Jeremy Watson

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"I wish to go there because this dress is not my average clothing," Marie told Borgia "I also have all my weapons there."

"I understand, but I cannot. I shall meet you outside perhaps? Just do not tarry, I will not wait long. And I strongly advice you don't pull guns unless given reason. You may have a bad relationship with the new owner, but I don't know the ass hole."

Borgia turned to leave Eulogy's house. Before he did he turned to Marie. "I hope I become friends with Talon Company, I may need their help in the soon future." With that Borgia exited Eulogy's Pad and went looking for Jerry. Jerry was a new slaver. He was short and perhaps slightly overweight. He came from Rivet City. We he wanted to become a slaver, or why Eulogy accepted him Borgia did not know. But he seemed like a nice enough kid, maybe a little cocky and bloodthirsty for his own good.

Borgia entered the barracks and sure enough saw Jerry sitting on a bed, cleaning out his hunting rifle.

"Hey, you." Jerry stood to attention when he noticed Borgia. He was the only slaver currently in the barracks, but any others wouldn't have done the same.

"Calm down, son," Borgia said to the boy, and he eased. "Eulogy wants me to take you on a job. To Tenpenny Tower, south. I'm not sure what we'll find there, and an extra gun is always helpful.

"Not a [censored] problem, boss," the boy said, grinning like a moron. "I'm ready now, I suppose.



Borgia and Jerry walked towards the exit to the Wasteland. Grouse was sitting in his usual spot, reading a magazine. Borgia grabbed his machete and smiled to himself. He snuck up behind him. When right behind Grouse, Borgia leapt, grabbing the fool by the neck. He pressed the steel of the machete against the skin of Grouse's face, who had begun shouting like a buffoon.

"Keep taking bribes from anyone not a slaver or on some sort of predetermined business here, and I'll slit your [censored] throat," Borgia whispered in Grouse's ear before releasing him. He them walked out of Paradise Falls into the Capitol Wasteland. Jerry jogged up beside Borgia, laughing aloud.

This ones got a set of balls. If I wasn't here, I'm sure Grouse would put a bullet in the back of his head.

Marie walked the wasteland up to the spot where the caravans she shot up were.

"Damn....." she said as she stepped over the stripped bodies.

Jeremy held his gun tightly, the rain still pouring down. They hiked over the raided caravans and dead bodies, and passed a factory being worked on.

They arrived at the gate and gave the caps to get in, she was told to hand over weapons, and she did

Didn't check my shoes.... she thought

Kyle muttered to himself as the rain continued to pour onto him, he approaching the gates of Tenpenny Tower and sliding his shotgun out slowly, raising it in the air as a sign of peace before calling out.

"I have food, medicine, and weapons to trade!" thunder echoed in the distance, "May I come in? I will hand over my shotgun, but I must keep the weapons i'm selling on me! Good business, aye? Is anyone there?"