(OOC I agree with Last, best. There will be plenty of action later, besides initiates wouldn't be seen outside the citadel or a major outpost.)

I left the announcement room and walked up the corridor towards the meeting room. It was very chaotic, people were running around like mad Brahmin trying to gather their armor and weapons. I got many questions as walked towards the meeting room but I just replied with the same answer.

"Just be ready soldier."

I opened the door and there were the three soldiers, chatting away. Usually I would join them but this matter was of great importance. They hadn't noticed me yet so I spoke up.

"Good afternoon, my Brothers. My apologies for summoning you on such short notice. As you've heard we are about to be attack by an unknown army. I will debrief you all fully on our current situation. First on the engender is, explaining why I have summoned you here today. This citadel is our most valuable asset, it is our main base of operations, the pride is our best team out on the field, so naturally they will stay here and guard the citadel. Since we have been doing so well, we have managed to establish quite a number of outposts. If these outposts are to be attacked the will not stand for long without back up. We and a few others are that back up, I have called you each here because I have received word that you are all exemplary soldiers. We are going to be the Brotherhoods strike force. Now any questions?"

Knight turned to face the Lone Wanderer and snapped into a salute. "Sir. I have one question. With all due respect, I'm green as grass. Why bring me along on this mission?" He asked.

I turned and looked at the saluting Knight Mitchell. He stood there proud and strong as he asked me why I chose him. I smiled.

"Why? Believe it or not Mitchell I have heard good things about you but let me ask you this, are you willing to risk your neck for the sake of your Brothers?"

"If I wasn't I never would have joined." Knight replied. He waited for the Lone Wanderer's Response, numbed to be in his presence, as he was from his speech earlier.

I chuckled to myself. This young Knight looked to be filled with fear when he talked to me.

"Well then isn't the answer to your question obvious? I chose you not only because you've shown excellent military prowess but for the kind of person you are. In fact that's another reason why all of you are here. I also don't want anyone calling me sir or anything that eludes to me being your superior. I'm nothing of the sort. We are Brothers and there fore equal, I will lay down my life for any of you and I'm sure you would all do the same for any of your Brothers. You are to call me Andy. We are a team and will work as such, if you have a plan or problems with anyone else's plan, voice your opinion. If we are to trust one another with each others lives we are not to hold back. Rank is not an issue. Are there any more questions about the team or our current situation?"

Listening the Lone Wanderer's speech Henry spoke up afterwards "Yes sir, I have a question. If this new enemy attacks with force, how are we supposed to stop them? Four people hardly seems like enough to deal with an unknown enemy, even if one of us is the Lone Wanderer." Henry hoped that the Lone Wanderer would make up for their lack of numbers. Another thing that worried him was that they had almost no intel on the enemy, and Henry knew all too well how it could mean life or death.

"Ah yes, well I did say earlier our team and a few others but going into further detail will not hurt." I said as I smiled at the young Knight.

"We are the leading team, we are the head of the reinforcements, what ever we decide goes. We are also the Brotherhoods special task force. Since we know so little about our enemy, there will come a time where fact finding missions are of the highest priority. We will go in hard and fast, take what ever we need and be out of there before anyone is the wiser. This will require some stealth and luck on our behalf but I believe we are ready to take on the challenge. Any other questions?"

I was glad they were asking so many questions, I was beginning to see the makings of a great team.

Henry gulped down when he heard that they were going to be the tip of the spear. Now it all made sense to him I'm going to get shot at first! He was given no choice but to give it a 110% to make sure that he would be able to get out in one piece. They wouldn't be going into the fight alone but chances were, someone was going to die and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure that someone wasn't him.

Remembering Mitchell's reply to the Lone Wanderer reminded him of his problem. If you're born into the Brotherhood, everyone is going to be expecting you to follow in your parent's footsteps. But, he turned out to be a pretty good soldier, otherwise he wouldn't be here.

(OOC Francois has stepped out for the moment but will be back on later tonight, or for those of you in a different time zone, a couple of hours.)

Everyone stood there silently.

"Well alright, I'm assuming none of you have anymore questions, so we are now moving on. If you haven't already, you are to gather your gear, food, water, weapons, armor and whatever else is needed. Once you have done that or if you already have everything you need, you are to make your way to the courtyard and await further instructions. If you feel the need, you are more than welcome to practice shooting at targets or something of the sorts. Just make sure you are all ready when I call upon you again. Do not discuss, what we have discussed in here with anyone else. May steel be with you."

After finishing my little speech I exited the room. I went down the hall to my room and prepared for war. The alien blaster sat firmly in its holster, I had made a sling for A3-21's plasma rifle, I slung the rifle onto my shoulder, I pulled the Tesla Cannon off the shelf and attached it to the weapon magnet on the back of my armor. I was ready.

Andrew just watched as the Lone Wanderer, or Andy as he preferred to be called, left the room, having gained a whole new respect for him. He then turned to the other's and said, "So, does anyone want to prctice shooting in the courtyard? A bad shot is a dead shot around here."

OOC This is my last post for the day

"All right! I like challenges that doesn't involved in getting shot at," Henry stepped up first and fired several controlled bursts into the target with his assault rifle. " This reminds me, I wish we could get guns as good as Andy has! I mean an alien blaster is just amazing!"

(OOC No worries Norman, I don't think things will change dramatically while you're gone. How ever if something does happen your character will always be with mine and the other BoS players so just post when you can.)

((OOC: Damn, damn and dammit!!! Sorry, I ended up doing a lot of very annoying stuff today, I shall edit this post in a second after replying to something.))

IC:

I looked around the clinic and at the people who were treating my injuries, turns out that I'd be fine after a day or two. I scowled as I looked at the bandage wrapped around my hand, I looked at the other patients, half of them were almost dead and some were just fine with diseases of different kinds. I shook my head as I remembered what I'd been told when I first became an officer, I shuddered at the memory, wondering how I'd dealt with it since then.

I'd always wondered why the Capital Wasteland was so important, now I completely realised, it was more than just taking over the world... It went much deeper, deeper than anyone realised. Most people we didn't even have a name, that we were just always known as the Invisible Faction, because of our tendency to appear out of nowhere... We certainly did have a name, and just because of that simple knowledge, I knew why we were truly here.

I frowned as I got up out of the bed, I waved away the docotr that came over and I quickly moved to my office, I checked the time, 9:30pm... I smiled lightly as I arrived, I quickly unpacked my bag and got my armor and coat on. Then I got my rifle out, loaded it and placed it on my bed in the nearby room. I moved back into the office, I sat behind the desk, then I just stopped, wondering how I could do this. I sighed and placed my head on the desk.

I brang it back up after a couple of minutes, then I pressed the button on the intercom, "All people apart from the few that were said to report to me this morning, all report to Echo Outpost a Klick East of here immediately. Take all of your equipment. All who were asked to attend this morning, report to my office as soon as possible, within the next 10 minutes at most." I moved my finger off the button, then I sighed. I moved back into the room with the bed, then I slung the rifle back over my back.

I sat back down behind the desk and sighed again, waiting.

OOC: I probably won't post again until 2:50 tomorrow afternoon, check my local time to check when.

"Yeah. I'll grab my gear, then I'll see you all in the courtyard." Knight said, exiting the briefing room. He walked briskly to his barrack and opened his footlocker once inside. He attached his holster to his waist, making sure it was secure before holstering his AEP7. He then retrieved his laser rifle, attaching it to the back of his armor and making sure he could reach it easily. He then gathered water, some instamash, and ammunition for both of his weapons. The last thing he grabbed was several fragmentation grenades, attaching them to his waist, opposite his holstered sidearm.

Dakayev heard through the intercom as Ryan gave the order

"Fine, I was thinking of popping a few heads, but its not my lucky day is it?"

Dakayev retraced his steps back to where the ladder was. Sliding down like a fireman he walked over to the base. Entering inside its hollow concrete corridors he moved along the signs, reading "caps quarters" along the end of the third hall. Entering inside he saw the Captain.

"Sir? You needed us I presume?"

(( I got permission to fill in for somebody. ))

Name: Drake Render AKA 'Jugger'

Age: 26

Faction: Brotherhood of Steel

Rank: Paladin

Race: Caucasion Human

Weapons:
Personalized Flamer- Has a satchel tied around the fuel storage tank to act as a backpack.
Side-Holstered Laser Pistol with Grip modification

Armor:
Modified Power Armor- Standard Power Armor, but the shoulder blades are rounded and slimmer, allowing for less restricted movement on the arms. The helmet is special in that it has an enlarged air-nozzle and orange-tinted lens on the face mask. Also carries many blackened and burned areas, especially on the arms.

Medical Items: x8 Stimpacks

Misc Items: Holds a huge amount of ammo in his fuel tank for his Flamer, and carries around 200 clips for his laser pistol.

Personality: Drake has a generally indifferent view to whatever is going on around him at the time. Some receive him as un-emotional and anti-social, and it's not too far off from the truth. He's caught up in his own thoughts a lot, and communicates very little, except in special situations.
He's calm, collected, and oddly uncaring in the field of battle, marking him as a prime target for guidance in dire circumstance.
He's also a firm believer in the Brotherhood's ideals, although he doesn't show it. He won't preach at all, but if you badmouth his faction, he'll instantly take a dislike to you, which is visible through his actions.

Bio: Drake was born to a Brotherhood father and Wasteland mother, and lived eight years of his life in the Capital before learning that his dad had died in the field of combat. He was later picked up by several BoS members who wanted him to join them as a replacement for his father. He joined, knowing that he wouldn't be able to care for his mother without a meaningful job.
His first few years as a Squire and Initiate were carefree. He didn't care much for the Brotherhood, earning him the dislike of his comrades. Over time, however, as he did more and more missions, he began to become more efficient, more silent, and began to see the true cause for what the Brotherhood does. He practically skipped through the ranks of Knight, as his quick thinking in a mission gone to hell earned him a field promotion to Paladin. He doesn't view his Paladin ranking as 'valid', though. He thinks of all ranks, actually, as meaningless, since they are all trying to reach the same goal.
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"Good afternoon, Paladin Jugger!"
Jugger stopped in his tracks and cringed, turning around slowly. The Citadel's hallways were unusually quiet and empty, and the sudden high note of an Initiate talking was enough to make him groan.
He stood in front of the Initiate, appearing a lot more intimidating than he did in the back.
Fully armored, with a practically glowing eye visor and a size that towered over most other people. His status as, the way some people put it, 'The scariest [censored] guy around here.' used to be enough to drive away anybody who tried to talk to him during the day. However, nobody seemed to fear him anymore. He blamed it on the promotion to Paladin he had. Now, every new recruit seemed to see him as an idol. As a matter of fact, he'd overheard some talking about ways to see him without his Power Armor on. They'd turned his enigmatic reason for rarely ever taking off his armor into a game.

Instead of replying, he simply waved and took off walking again, this time more briskly.
He turned a corner, seeing his bedroom in sight, but halted again as another person poked his head out of a room and ran over to him.
"Paladin Jugger! I hope I'm not bothering you-"
"Yes."
The Scribe stopped, frowning in confusion. "What?"
Jugger sighed through his helmet. "Yes. You're bothering me."
"Oh...well, it'll only be a minute!" The Scribe bounced back and waved his hand dismissively,as if Jugger's comfort didn't matter, "I was wondering, would it be okay if you came to the Courtyard tomorrow evening and talk to the recruits about Big Guns use?"

Jugger knew it didn't matter if he said yes or no. He simply nodded, and disappeared into his room before anybody else could engage him in conversation.
He shut the door behind him and slowly eased his bulk onto his bed.
The past few weeks had been chaotic. Everyone had suddenly started being friendly to him. While it was a welcome change from being run from, he was now starting to get irritated by how many times people stopped to ask him for advice or help on a task.
He began to relax...when his door flew open.
"Paladin Jugger!"
He groaned, more loudly than normal this time. He simply shifted his body so he was facing the panic-stricken Initiate, and waited for the rest.
"Somebody got shot right in the head! The Knights are saying it was a Sniper, and now the Lone Wanderer and everybody else is talking all sorts of stuff about a war or something!"

That caught his attention.

Jugger rolled off the bed and stood up, alert, pulling his Laser Pistol off his nightstand and holstering it in his side.
"Um, forgive me for asking sir, but were you...uh...sleeping in your armor?" The Initiate asked timidly.
Jugger ignored him and strode back into the hallway, now seeing a picture of havoc around him.
People were dashing back and forth, struggling to equip weapons and armor.
Over the raucous yelling, he could faintly hear the intercom being used. It took him a few moments to tone out the din of the crowd, but the message eventually dawned on him.
"-is the Lone Wanderer. I'm sure you all have at least heard my name, there has been many a time when the Brotherhood of Steel has placed all of their trust and hope in me. You have ask me to complete dire tasks and I have not failed you. This time my Brothers and Sisters, I need something from you. I need to call upon your hope and trust again. We have reason to believe that the Brotherhood will soon come under an attack from an unknown army. This army claims it has forever destroyed the much feared Enclave. They have set our sights on us and are coming in full strength. As of right now you are to be on full alert and are to be prepared for imminent attack."

"I do not know for certain what we are up against, I do not even know for certain if they are truly coming. The one thing I do know for certain is that when they come, we will defeat them, for we are the Brotherhood of Steel! So hurry and grab your armor and weapons, prepare for the fight of our lives. I am also assem-"
He didn't wait to hear the rest, and instead went back into his room, pulling his Flamer out of it's closet. The large fuel tank attached to the back of his Power Armor, and the actual flamethrower fit horizontally into two magnetic metal hooks near his waist in the back as well.
Tied around the tank was a satchel, which he filled quickly with a few Stimpaks on the closet shelf.

He walked through the halls, practically repelling everybody else as they tried to move out of the way of his now-massive size. He paused once he went inside to the hall where the Meeting Room was. He nodded to the few other Paladins standing guard outside.
He took one small glance at who was inside the room before he kept walking. He'd seen only about three Knights and shook his head with a sigh. He hoped the Lone Wanderer knew what he was doing by picking them.
He finally halted for good once he reached the Courtyard. A blood splatter, along with some un-removed remains, were on the ground where he assumed someone was shot. He stared at it shortly and mentally paid his respects, then knelt down next to it. Despite some people thinking he was all brawn, he actually had an investigative nature.
He crouched absentminded by the scene of the crime, occasionally glancing up to see where someone with a good gun could snipe from.
Throughout all of this, the same thought when through his mind over and over:

Who could be doing this?

George went back to his room to get his bag, and make sure he was ready to head to the Captain's office. While walking to the office, he was thinking to himself about what was going to happen.

I just don't get it. Why me? And why a suicide mission out of all possibilities? I just hope I don't end up dieing, because i'm pretty sure after it i'll be getting myself a promotion.

George laughed after the thought, and entered the Captain's office.

"You requested me sir?"

Dakayev awaited the captains response when he saw George enter the room.

" How's it going. I see you brought your "tools" with you.. You would'nt mind sparing me a head incase I capture someone? In Nomine Imperator is the only rifle in this whole outfit that hasn't seen action in a while, and I don't think there are to many specialists who can provide me with trophies. Either way, hows life been?"

George laughed after Dakayev asked him the question, and responded.

"Haha, i'll see if I can spare a trophy or two. Maybe even split the Lone Wanderers head, you know? 50-50, i'll split him in half!"

George took a grin, thinking about how nice it would be to have the Lone Wanderers head mounted in his room.

"Well, not much has happened yet. Guess i'm just waiting to find out what the hell we are going to be doing."

Henry was still shooting at targets whens he saw a Paladin kneel down and start investigating the spot where he initiate had been killed. Turning to Andrew he asked " Hey, who's that guy over there? He's pretty heavily armed, I'll say that."

Nate could faintly hear the orders of Captain Harris emit from vent in the roof. He stood up, rolled his magazine back up, and put it back in his back pocket. The wind seemed to cease, as soon as Nate stood up.

Weird...

Nate walked over towards the vent, and pulled the cover off of it. The vent went straight down at a 90 degree angle, and jumping down it seemed pretty risky.

Oh well.

Nate dropped in and grabbed onto the ledge of where the vent and the roof met. He slid the cover over on top of the vent, and let go with his other hand. He was dangling from the top of the vent, with his fingers wrapped around the cover. The vent was pretty deep, and Nate was guessing it went down to atleast the third floor.

"Okay then.." Nate sighed, as he looked up to his grasped hand, and slowly let go.

"Oh [censored], bad idea! Bad idea!" Nate shouted as he hurtled towards the ground.

Nate looked around for a ledge or anything he could stop himself with, but it was straight down from there. He was arriving at the bottom of the vent quickly, which didn't have a vent cover. Nate thought fast, and rammed his hands and feet onto both parallel sides of the vent. He quickly began losing momentum, and was slowing down. Just as Nate was about to fall out of the vent, he slowed to a stop, and looked down at the coverless end.

"Thank god.." Nate sighed, as he dropped down from the vent, and landed softly on the floor.

Nate took a deep breath, and leaned against a wall.

"Never again." Nate muttered.

As he brought his hands off of the wall, he saw a bloody handprint on it. He brought his hands upwards and looked at them. They were covered in blood. He had torn them up from using them to stop himself in the vent, and now they were skinned and bloody.

"Ahh jeez.." Nate said to himself, as he shook some of the blood off of his hands.

Luckily, Captain Harris' office was right down the hall, and Nates room, was right beside him. Nate opened his door with his elbows, not wanting to injure his hands anymore then he already had. He walked into his room, and grabbed some fingerless climbing gloves off his shelf. He took a deep breath and began to slide them on.

"Aah! [censored]!" Nate swore.

After forcing himself to endure the pain of sliding the gloves over his severely injured hands, he finally had gotten them on. Nate walked over to his bed, and crouched down, pulling out his bag full of all of his equipment. He picked it up, and hoisted it over his shoulder, as he walked out the door. The door shut behind him, as he closed it with his foot, and walked to the captain's office. The door was already open, so Nate walked in, seeing Captain Harris, Sergeant Netsky and Private Stewart, all sitting down.

"Hows it going everyone?" Nate asked, giving everyone a two-fingered wave, as he normally did.

Edit: ((OOC: Sorry for the big post. :shrug:))

Ashley watched the Captain leave then continued to collect her medical equipment. She hauled her pack onto her shoulder and headed back out of the clinic. She headed to her room and pushed it open, looking around. Her revolver was in her holster and belt hooked over her bedpost. She threw her pack onto the bed and went over to a chair which held her power armour. She lifted it up and fastened it on around her body, tugging it down to make sure it was all in place. She picked up her belt and tightened it around her waist and tucked her ammo into her pack. Ash left the room again and sighed, making sure nothing was missing.

She arrived at the Captain's room not long after and pushed the door open, noticing some of the people were already there. "Um... Not late am I?" She closed the door behind her.

Knight left his barracks after closing his footlocker. He walked towards the bailey, loading a magazine into his laser rifle. He emerged into the courtyard and took a spot on the range, shouldering the rifle. He lined up his sights on the first target and fired, missing. He adjusted his aim and continued firing, cycling magazines as they ran out.

(OOC End is a bit rushed because I have to go to school I have an exam! )

As I was loading up and prepared for battle I heard a knock at my door. I reached up and took off my helmet, I could hardly talk in the bloody thing, I placed it down on the bed and yelled out.

"Come in!"

The door creaked open and Sentinel Sarah Lyons walked in, she had a distressed look on her face.

"Yes, Sarah?" I said while moving closer towards her.

"That was a really stupid thing you did, Andy. You should have waited for back up before venturing out." She said in a stern voice.

"And here I was thinking I was the Lone Wanderer." I joked before realizing Sarah was upset. "Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you."

She looked away as she replied. "I wasn't worried, if you died we wouldn't know of this incoming attack, so it was a stupid move."

"If you say so." I said while rolling my eyes.

"Besides I'm not here for that, Andy. I'm here to recommend one more soldier for your team. He was recently promoted and it'll be good to have a paladin in the team." Sarah said as she handed over the paladins files.

"Rank isn't of any importance in my team, Sarah but I trust your judgment. Just be careful if they attack the citadel, I mean how bad would it look if Sarah Lyons died?" I said, it was a terrible attempt to cover up the truth of what I really meant.

"Thanks." She said as she left the room. I could have sworn I heard her say "Stay safe, Andy." but I thought that was just wishful thinking.

I opened the file and began to look through it.

"Interesting" I thought to myself.

I got up and left the files on my bed, picking up the power helmet instead. I left my room and went up to the courtyard. There was hardly anyone inside the citadel so I assumed he was in the courtyard. People were still crowding around the poor dead Brotherhood lookout. I became upset that no-one had the decency to move the body. I walked up to the crowd and began to get mad.

"What is he still doing here! His body should be taken away and prepared for a dignified and proper burial. He didn't deserve to die and he sure as hell doesn't deserve to just be sitting here, being gawked at. You! Take of his Holotags and give them to Scribe Jameson." I said pointing at a random Knight. "And you two! Take his body inside to the medical bay and tell them to prepare for a burial of our Brother. Once that is done someone will need to clean the blood up. Go!" I yelled.

I know I may have come off a little harsh but seeing one of my dead Brothers just lying there upset me greatly. I managed to spot the Paladin I was looking for, I went up to him and began to talk.

"Ah, the newly appointed Paladin Drake Render. I'm going to cut to the chase of it. I'm forming a team to help take down this new army, I need a man like you in my team. What do you say?"

Knight paused from firing, glancing over at the two knights. He walked over and returned the laser rifle to the magnetic weapon holder on his back, removing his holotags. He left the courtyard, heading towards scribe Jameson. When he reached her, he handed over the tags, then walked back towards the courtyard.