Okay, I'm sorry guys about the late start by two hours, I had troubles sleeping. :facepalm: Either way, here is the intro again, then what I need you to do is... Wait a minute for my first post?

War, the cause of all of Earth's problems, saviours and ability to learn. Although, after so many years, you would think, that Earth would realise, that they should stop fighting and work together. All that changed, in the year 2077, causing the whole planet to erupt into a bath of Nuclear Fire. After this tragic terror had swept the entire planet, the few survivors began to pick up the pieces of their lives.

And there we were, 200 years later, when the Lone Wanderer of Vault 101 stepped out, and into the Chronicles of History. There he stood, during his one man attack into Vault 87, there he stood in his one man attack on Raven Rock. THERE HE STOOD, at the downfall of the Enclave during all of the Brotherhood's attacks on their many different fortresses and bases. The Lone Wanderer was a hero.

But, none could predict what happened next? The end, of the gleaming hope of the Brotherhood. For none knew, of the small faction, the group of people that knew every little detail of the Enclave, the Brotherhood and the Wastelanders. This group, were never named in any Chronicles, never even known to the other people of the Wastes.

They were bolstered through their numbers with the strong people who were thought dead to their family's and comrades. They were filled with different peoples, different creatures, people from all different Nationalities, creatures from across the world. This group, has been moving across the World secretly ever since the beginning of the Great War of 2077. They've taken control of Australia, all of Europe, all of Asia and the West Coast of the United States.

All that lays in their way now, is the Capital Wasteland.

These people, are ferocious, with weapons, never even heard of, creatures beyond reckoning and training that could get them through a year in an infested area of Deathclaws. Thus, how does the Wasteland have any chance? How will they stand against such a fearsome group of men, women and creatures?

That, is for you to decide.

If you wish to know what type of characters everyone else is, look at the original Thread, . Now, give me one sec to do the opening post!

I spat on the ground and looked at the barren walls, wondering how we could still be stuck here? I started shifting through the papers on my desk, looking at all the recommendations for Soldiers to be accepted, I wondered if there would be anyone actually worth it... Until I came across a bunch of sheets all grouped, the funny thing was, the top one caught my eye. He was a ghoul, I smiled absent-mindedly, wondering if this was a little sign in this hellhole of a place.

I sighed and then pressed a button on the side of my desk, I quickly raised my voice trying to sound official, "Okay, this is a high priority message, could I please have the following soldiers report to the mess hall immediately, Private George Stewart, Gunnery Sergeant Dakayev Netsky, Private Ashley Ryder, Corporal Jack Doherty, Sergeant Orson Ashcroft and Corporal Nathan Tesla. This is very important and your needed there now, I repeat, now!" I let my finger trail off the button.

I sighed then got up, I straightened out my overcoat and then rose silently but swiftly. I walked over to the Mess Hall inconspicously, making it look like I was going somewhere else. As I opened the doors I realised I was the first here, it seemed like a bad sign to me at first, but, sometimes people like to make a good first impression with their looks huh?

Dakayev was eating his favorite meal, Kracynaya cheese puffs when he heard the loudspeaker.

" Seems like another meeting of his"


Dakayev stared at his meal for a moment then stood up. He slid the chair in the table and opened the mechanical door to the hallway. Walking down a few narrow corridors he found the mess hall and entered. He stood in-front of his commander and saluted.

" Sir, you needed me and the others?"

Dakayev sat down and simply stared at the commander ,awaiting a response.

I smiled lightly at him and said, "I've come up with a Squad, your in it, I'll make a big speech when the time comes, but since I really don't want to bore you, that's the gist of it. Oh and as well as that? It'll be suicide mission upon suicide mission, sounds like fun eh? Just like the old times in the Red Army..." I trailed off, I continued watching the door, hoping that other people would eventually turn up. I guess I knew why I'd chosen Dakayev, and I'm sure others would've guessed too.

He was a fellow Russian, and I was tired of all of this annoying crap that involved the Russians getting kicked out of everything. The funny thing was, I was pretty sure Dakayev had the same kind of determination as me...

Dakayev relaxed and laughed

" Good to see sir, that we all still retain our humour. But I do need to say, my gun has a lust for new blood and I haven't been able to get my fix. When do we vindicate more scum? I've been dying for a good mission. Get me some Kracynaya cheesy puffs, a working radio tuned in to the some Taichovsky, a nice watch tower, a bed, a lamp and you have won the war against the wastes."

Dakayev then looked at the commander through his visors. He was weary that he can't be too relaxed, but his commander was a good man, and they were both Ruskies, so they couldn't go wrong.

" Sir, do you happen to remember a certain drill instructor, I think his name was Tartovsky? Damn bastard made me run laps across the entire Siberian base camp!"

I laughed, "You think that's something? I remember my training, I think it involved camping out in near frozen environments hunting rebels for about six years! Ah, but they were good days, I still remember the words of my instructor, 'Assassinating your target is just like hunting an Animal, you must follow them, learn what they do, every target will have a habit, that is your time to strike'..." I trailed off again and looked at Dakayev, I just laughed.

I started speaking again, "Ah, by the way, you needn't worry about calling me Sir, personally, I hate that, a hell of a lot, especially coming from someone like you! At least you know how to make someone like me laugh, a great feat if you ask me," I started chuckling to emphasise my point. I continued staring at the door, time seemed to be going quickly but I shook that away, I knew that Dakayev and myself had probably only both been in here a minute.

Dakayev laughed also

" Well Ryan, at least you didn't have to run a gauntlet of live fire ammo trench running in base camp. I got seven rounds lodged into my plate armor and one bullet lodged in my leg. Had to reconstruct it with specialized med gear for about, lets say, two weeks. Imagine having to go cryo-pod swimming without anything on you, including your underwear! Damn Tartovsky had me on my knees, kicking me in the balls more often then the average Russian Vodka consumption!"

I chuckled, bringing my hand up to my mouth, I quickly cleared it up so I could continue speaking, "Thing is, when you sit out in pretty much a frozen mountain for six years, you begin to wonder if you'll ever have kids... Or if you'll ever be able to pull the trigger, I think I got use to it after the first year, but damn... I feel sorry for you, really, must've been hell. But, then again, it's all the crap in training that makes us who we are today right?" I chuckled again.

I sighed and looked up at the ceiling, "Ah, but that's the thrill of it for me, I've spent almost all of my life training, I've spent all of my life in hell, now when I finally get a good rest in, I have to go and do the hardest mission of my life..." I trailed off, wondering if Dakayev would pick up on my very un-subtle hint.

George woke up, waking up from another dream, or what George considered unconcious planning. He put on clothes, and decided to enter the hall.

In the hall, so far it seemed only Dakayev and Ryan were there. He kind of sat down, and listened to their conversation. He was suprised the amount of variety there was in the Invisible Faction. Normally, groups weren't so diverse. But, George assumed times are changing, especially with the faction. He decided it would be best for him to talk to the two, and find out what is going on, and why he was requested to be here.

"Well, here I am sir."

George didn't really know how loyal he was to the faction. He kind of just went with them because what they did to his settlement. When he was the only survivor, he knew there weren't many choices he had. Join the Invisible Faction, or die out in the wastes. But, he agreed with Ryan, and understood what the faction was trying to achieve.

((OOC:I'm used to third person, if you don't mind Francois. And sorry for arriving late, I forgot while looking for something. ))

Nate heard the loudspeakers boom overhead, waking him up from a blissful sleep. He adjusted his aviators off of his eyes, and onto the front of his head. He slid off his bunk and stood up onto the dirty cement floor, rolling the sleeves of his flannel overshirt up to his elbows, and trudging over to the door of his room.

The rusty door knob creaked as Nate rotated it and pushed the door open, shutting it behind him and making his way to the mess hall.

Nate navigated through the open halls, observing the many portraits hung on the walls. Within a few minutes, he arrived at the double doors of the mess hall. He pushed them open, letting them shut behind him, and maneuvered through the tables, making his way to the table that Captain. Harris, Sergeant. Netsky and Private. Stewart were seated at.

"Morning Cap'n." Nate said, doing a two-fingered salute, taking a seat, and putting his elbows on the table.

I turned to look at the new arrival and I smiled, "Yes I see you are here Private, that is excellent, it's good to see that you're the second one here..." I trailed off, it seems I was doing that a lot today. I squinted at the door for a split second then I looked back at George, "Well, here's the skinny, we'll be leaving very soon to go on a couple of suicide missions with a squad of well trained proffesionals like yourself. You know, it's the usual for me." I started chuckling.

I waited to see if he had a reply or if anyone else would decide to walk in, I was starting to wonder if these people wanted to be a part of one of the biggest missions of our time... Surprisingly enough Nate walked in, I smiled at him, he seemed to be pretty tired so I left him for a moment, I sat down next to Dakayev and wondered about what to say to the whole group.

(OOC: To everyone who is playing as the BoS, Francois has put me in charge of the BoS. For a starting post, just start your character off doing some minor task. (Sleeping, practicing, a small recon mission at the most, etc.) You can hear of Andy's promotion if you wish, that's up to you. Just make sure you hang around the citadel, or at least report back to it. You can also have chats with NPC's to help with your posts. )

"The Eagle Claw!"

That was the sound of GNR, coming from my pipboy. My eyes flickered open and I let out a loud yawn. I sat up in my bed and stretched towards the ceiling. I could hear members of the Brotherhood talking outside my door, it was faint but I could still hear them. This wasn't one of the luxuries of having your own private room in the citadel. I turned 'The adventures of Herbert 'Daring' Dashwood' off and looked at the time.

"11 o'clock? Damn I'm late for my meeting." I thought to myself.

I was still in my pre war sleep wear, there was no way I was going to go through the citadel looking like this. I walked over to my locker and pulled out my armour. This armour and I had been through some crazy stuff, but it had always served me well. I had the outcasts to thank for my armour although I wasn't going to tell the Brotherhood that. I took of my sleep wear and threw it into the locker and after some hopping, jumping and squeezing, I was in my power armour. I went back into my locker and fished out the helmet. I put it under my arm and left the room. I was happy to make a new home in the citadel, even though at times I did miss my old house in Megaton, which had served me well when I first left the vault. Walking through the halls of the citadel was great, I was greatly respected by every member of the Brotherhood.

I got nods and hand shakes as I walked down the halls. Nods from the senior Brotherhood member, who by now were used to me and hand shakes from the new comers, the initiates. I didn't really mind the extra attention but I still wanted people to know I was still no better than anyone in the BoS. I walked towards the meeting room and spotted Sarah out the front waiting for me. She smiled as I walked up and I smiled back.

"You're late again, Andy." she said.

"Personally I think I'm entitled to a little bit of a sleep in, what with beating the Enclave and all." I retorted with a huge grin across my face.

"Always on about the Enclave aren't you?" she said as she opened the door into the meeting room.

Elder Lyons was sitting there waiting for my arrival, he had an expressionless face.

"Sorry I'm late, Elder." I mumbled.

"It's ok, after all you are entitled to a sleep in, aren't you?" He said, again with no emotion on his face.

I looked down and saw Sarah smiling out of the corner of my eye.

"You heard that? I'm sorry Elder." I said embarrassed out of my mind.

Lyons smiled. "Sit down my boy, we have much to discuss."

Sarah and I sat down next to Elder Lyons. Sarah handed me some files, which I presented to the Elder.

"Well, thanks to a combined effort we have managed to destroy around about 95 percent of the super mutant population. The other 5 percent have gone into hiding in unknown parts of the wasteland. We've managed take and destroy vault 87. We've also taken the main super mutant hideouts, the mall, The German Police HQ and so on. The Brotherhood is now stronger than ever with the new outposts thriving. Recruitment is at an all time high and the new recruits seem to be doing well. The purifier is working at full capacity and most of the wasteland now has access to clean, fresh water. We've set up a deal with the head members of the Pitt and we now receive weapons, armour and ammo in exchange for an abundance of water. On the whole the Brotherhood is stronger than it ever has been."

The Elder looked at me and smiled. "You've done an excellent job you two, the wastes will begin to prosper from what we have achieved." Lyons stood up and gestured for me to do the same. "You have done an amazing job and I wish to award you with something, Andy. I wish to promote you to the rank of Sentinel, you have done so much for this Brotherhood and I hope to see more of the same thing. Congratulations, Sentinel."

"It's an honor Elder." I said as I shook his hands. I could see Sarah clapping me on behind Lyons.

"Excellent, I will announce it to the Senior Paladins and tell them to spread it throughout the ranks of the Brotherhood." The Elder said as he left the room.

I smiled, today was going to be a great day.

Andrew woke up out of his bed in the Citadel and put on his Power Armor. He thought, "It's been only a year since I finished training but it feels like five." Andrew then left the barracks and headed towards the mess hall to have some brrakfast. Along the way there, he saw none other than the legendary Lone Wanderer walking by him. Andrew stopped and gave him a salute before going on his way. Once he reached the mess hall, Andrew took out his Cram and started eating it while he waited for the rest of his squad to show up.

I drifted off silently without anyone noticing, I started humming to myself, to which I'm guessing everyone probably would've noticed. I was tired of sitting here, waiting, although I was sure we hadn't been here for more than 10 minutes, I scowled and stood up suddenly. I looked around the room and muttered, "If anyone comes, tell them the meeting's postponed, tell them to meet me in my office at 2200 hours with all the equipment that they'll need for a very big mission, alright?"

I walked out and towards my office, as soon as I arrived, I quickly went rummaging through my cabinet, pulling out my rifle and 50 rounds. I packed the rounds into the ammo pouch on my side and slung the rifle over my back. I made sure my Badge was still on my overcoat, it was important to me and reminded me of my past. I quickly made my way out of the base and into the crisp morning air. It was only 11, so I quickly made my way across the open ground to the edge of the very well camoflauged wall.

I moved up to the gate silently and whispered into a small hole, "We shall stay invisible until the time for destruction comes," the gates silently opened just enough for me to get through. I moved through the gates and into the Wastelands, after 3 minutes of moving I came to my favourite place, a tall building with a wonderful view on the Citadel. I pulled out a small radio that I'd taken from my trip and strapped it on my side, I moved up the building to the top.

I layed down, got my rifle off my back and watched the goings on of the Brotherhood of Steel, it seemed that there were still quite a few Initiates joining, lots of Veterans and a few Elite soldiers wandering around. I wondered whether I should bother taking a shot, I sighed and loaded a single round into the rifle, then I moved my sights across and around the Citadel, I chuckled when I noticed a man with a missle launcher getting prepared to take a shot at the giant building.

I aimed and yawned at the same time, squeezing the trigger, a split second later the man's head went pop and blood sprayed over the ground, I smiled devilishly and continued my surveillance of the Base of Operations of the Brotherhood.

Jack was sitting on the edge of his bed in his boxers, writing in his journel.

He heard the announcment requesting him, and got dressed, picking his clothes over his uncomfortable suit of Recon Armor, which he rarely wore.

He picked up his rifle, slung it over his shoulder, put his revolver in his back pocket, and put his knife in his boot, and walked to the mess hall, to see some of the people the captain had called, but no captain.

"Hey, where's the captain?".

Nate twiddled his thumbs as he listened to the orders of the captain.

"Aye aye." Nate responded as he stood up from his seat, and walked away from the tables, giving the sergeant and the private a two-fingered wave.

Nate passed by Corporal. Doherty, who asked where the captain had gone to.

"The meetings postponed. Were supposed to report to the captain's office at 2200 hours for briefing. Its supposed to be a "very big mission", so the captain said to gather all the equipment we need." Nate replied, as he walked into the halls.

Nate navigated back through the halls, and to his room. He opened his door and shut it behind him, walking into his room. He stepped over the many items that were strewn about his cluttered room, and grabbed the strap of his messenger bag, pulling it off of the dresser it was laying on.

Might as well get packed now..

He packed all of his medical items into one pocket, and all of his food and water into another. He stepped past his desk, where his lucky 8 ball was laying it. His father had killed a man with at when he got in a bar fight with it, and gave it Nate when he was just a kid. Ever since it'd brought him good luck. He stared at it for a few seconds to reminisce to himself about it's history, and then picked it up and put it in a seperare pocket of his bag.

After he zipped up the occupied pockets of his bag, he picked up his new reinforced Kevlar vest, and tossed it into his bag. He walked over to a dresser, and slid open one of it's drawers. It contained all of his 5.56 rounds. He grabbed a bunch, and packed them into his bag also.

Nate zipped up his messenger bag and slid it under his bunk, just incase anyone got anyone "funny ideas". He grabbed his carbine, opened his door, and shut it behind him, as he proceeded to the shooting range.

George was still in the hall, thinking what to do. He knew he had some time until to report back to the commander, but couldn't think of what to do. So, he eventually decided to go back to his quarters, and pack.

While heading towards the room, he never noticed the details. Since the faction kept on moving, he never really had a permanent place to call home. He never had a real home since the massacre at his settlement.

Entering his room, George started to pack. His medicine was always in a small first aid box, so gathering that wasn't too bad. He took off his clothes, and began putting on the under-armor. It mostly consisted of protecting his torso, knees, elbows, shoulders, and private area, in case someone attempted to hit him in the groin. After putting his armor and clothes back on, George grabbed his two main weapons, "The Light", and "The Voice". Finally, he gathered the last items, which George calls his "Tools". The tools were actually things he used as torture for interrogating people. After putting the rest in his backpack, George left his room, and waited for something to happen

I watched through the scope for two hours before getting and moving my cramped muscles, I groaned and got a bottle of purified water out of a pouch, I drank half of it, put the cap back on and placed it into the pouch again. I slung the rifle over my back, without any rounds in it, I moved down a small ladder and into the building proper. I moved down the lush hallway and right into a kitchen, I shrugged and looked around, surprisingly I found a nice stash of alcohol.

I grinned and took four bottles of vodka, putting three into a seperate pouch while keeping one in my grip, I pulled the cap off and took a quick gulp. I grinned and took another gulp while I moved down the hallways, I stopped on the second floor and sat in a chair, quickly finishing off the bottle. I started to feel better, so I got up with a grin and moved out of the room, my grin faded away almost instantly as I saw a figure moving further down the hall, it hadn't noticed me yet.

I quickly pulled the rifle off my back and rested it in my hands, I loaded a round into the rifle and looked down through the scope, I watched the figure as it crouched and sniffed the floor. I scowled as I realised that this must be a Feral Ghoul, I didn't move as I watched it move around, suddenly it stopped and breathed in deeply. I kept my rock hard stance as it got up, turned around and stared at me with dark eyes, it raised it's arms to the sky and screamed, I squeezed the trigger.

It's scream was cut off very suddenly and I breathed out again, I quickly moved through the building to the top again, laying down and watching the Brotherhood again, I needed to get my mind off some things. I watched as the Lone Wanderer showed his prowess by taking out three targets in a split second with a plasma rifle, I scowled, he was more than a human. I continued watching until he went back into the Citadel, I wondered if this man even had a weakness...

Henry woke up to another beautiful morning that didn't involve waking up to danger. All in all life was pretty good for him ever since the Enclave got beaten, he had managed to talk his way into getting reassigned to the citadel. Now, a lot of Knights thought that citadel guard duty was bad but Henry didn't have one problem with it. It meant boring patrol on the walls but it also meant running water and a bed in the most secure place in all of DC. Compared to the rest of the wasteland, it was paradise. Henry went to the mess hall and got some noodles. Eating it quickly he hurried to the walls near the gate where he could see the purifier in the distance. Grabbing an assault rifle Henry kept watch. Time passed quickly, as it often did on Citadel guard duty, and Henry got relieved by his afternoon replacement. He spent some of his time watching the initiates train and was suddenly called over by Paladin Gunny. Henry was worried that it might have had something to do with his habit for shooting at a stop sign while he was on duty and wasting ammunition but he went over reluctantly.

"Hey Jones! Spread word to the other Knights! The Lone Wanderer just became our new Sentinel!" Gunny told him while the initiates were doing target practice.

"Great! I knew that this day would come soon enough!" said Henry, relieved that Gunny hadn't found out about Henry's lack of fire discipline. Turning away to tell the others he saw a initiate about to fire a missile at a tower in the distance. Suddenly his head was replaced by a cloud of blood. " Crap! what just happened!" One second he was there and the next, he was dead! Calling over to other knights Henry went over to investigate what had happened.

I decided to leave Sarah to go about her business and get some fresh air. I walked out into a world of happiness, people were clapping and congratulating me on my new promotion. I made sure to thanks everyone of them. I then made my way up and out into the training area. I stood there and watched as an initiate attempted to fire a plasma rifle at three targets. I walked up to him and asked if he needed a hand.

"Did you need help with that?"

Without looking at me the initiate replied. "You're going to get me chewed out by Paladin Gunny, I'll do just fine on my own."

He tried firing again, missing all three targets. I laughed and asked again.

"Are you sure you don't need any help?"

This time the initiate turned to look at me, his jaw dropped as if he'd just seen a ghost.

"S-sorry sir. I didn't mean to get angry. I er.. I just thought you were another soldier."

I chuckled. "I am just another soldier, here let me show you how to fire." I said grabbing the gun. "Keep a steady heart and mind and just before you take your shot take a deep breath in. Keep both your arms steady and as you exhale squeeze the trigger."

I exhaled and fired off three shots, hitting all three targets. I handed the gun back to the initiate. The initiate smiled.

"Thanks."

I smiled back. I turned back and began to walk inside. Suddenly I heard yells come from soldiers down near one of the lookouts. I ran over quickly to find one of the Brotherhood dead with a single shot through his head. I looked around frantically for clues. As I looked up at the outpost, I saw a glint of light come from the rooftop of a building.

"Sniper" I said to myself.

I ran quickly out the main gate of the citadel, past all of the confused Brotherhood guards. I put on my Power helmet and ran towards the building. Luckily the building wasn't too far away, so it didn't take me long. I had left most of my weapons back in my room but luckily I always carried my side arm, the alien blaster, one of the most powerful guns in my arsenal. I got to the building and literally burst through the frail wooden door. I switched into combat mode and pulled my blaster out. I made my way to the buildings stairwell and began to make my way up the stairs. I had my gun pointed up at the flight of stairs above me so there were no surprises. After about 5 minutes I was at the entrance to the roof, I kicked down the door and found a man standing there with a rifle slung over his shoulder.

"Who are you?!" I yelled.

I turned slowly to see the very man that I'd be damned dreading to see, a man in beautifully made white Power Armor, with a beautifully crafted Pistol that looked very high-tech. I opened my mouth slowly, then closed it again, I didn't know whether to curse myself for not loading my rifle or not, but I at least knew that I had my combat knife... I scowled inwardly, I couldn't take him out on my own so I decided to just talk, for now, I opened my mouth slowly.

I started to talk, "I'm... Well, what to say? My name's Ryan and I'm not from the Capital Wasteland, hell, I'm not from the wonderful United States either," I could almost see the confused face underneath the armor, "I'm from... Russia, I've come across the Sea, you see, wasn't a fun trip either I can tell you... But, I'm sure your wondering what I'm doing here, right?" I saw a slight nod, I grinned, "Well, I'm just... Shall we say? Monitoring the Brotherhood, just to see a couple of things..."

I trailed off and I grinned again, "Oh don't worry, Lone Wanderer, I'm sure all will come clear to you in time... Or will it?" I started edging backwards, towards the edge of the building. I don't know whether I wanted to jump, bash my way past the Lone Wanderer... Or talk my way out of it. I tried to settle on a decision but I knew two of those choices would lead to death... I scowled and looked at the Lone Wanderer wondering if he'd talk, or just shoot at me.

((This post never happened. I is silly.))

I was bewildered with what this man was saying. Could he really be from Russia? He had a thick accent although I had no idea what Russian accents sounded like. There were so many questions running through my head. He seemed edgy and very capable of killing a man, so I stayed my distance and guarded the door.

"Why are you doing this? What do you want with the Brotherhood? Are you another chapter of the Enclave? Answer me!" They were just a tiny fragment of all the questions running through my head. I wasn't sure if he would answer or not but if he made any fast moves, I would put him down.

(OOC: Silly Cat you is silly, I'm not at the base, I'm in a totally different building near the Citadel, sowwy. )

IC:

I decided to talk, if he wanted to talk, "Well, why am I doing this? What turns a good person like yourself into someone like me? I don't know, maybe something along the lines of training pretty much your whole life, being forced to kill people in cold blood and in the end you enjoy it. What do I want with the Brotherhood? I want to make sure they don't interfere with... Our... Plans. The Enclave? Oh no, we encountered them a while back, it was good fun eliminating them I must say..."

I smiled a big grin and then turned to the side and looked down at the Citadel, "Considering that you are brave enough to come up here by yourself without any assistance to subdue a lone man that could quite possibly kill you... You just earned my respect Lone Wanderer," I turned swiftly and moved quickly towards the man, but stopped about a metre away from him, I whispered to him, "Prepare your men, for something big is going to happen and it will not be a good thing, I assure you."

I then smiled again, "Don't get caught up in the obvious, stay in the shadows and you will survive to see another day," I stepped back and waited to hear what he'd say, I didn't think killing this man now, or very soon, would be in any way an easy or smart move.

((OOC: Awww, I wanted me an ambush. Not to mention I feel silly now. Removed the post. Try not to die, unless we find out you are a secret russian robot. ))

George, after packing, was bored and still didn't find anything to do. So he decided to head back to the mess hall, and see if anybody was around, and wanted to do something.

((Hint: My character wants to talk to another IF character. :stare:))