The Manhattan War IC : Fallout Series Discussion

» Sat May 28, 2011 2:52 pm

Spoiler

Your mom= My brother

Name: Rango Bollard
Age: 21
Race: White---tannish from sun
Appearance: http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/14700000/John-Marston-red-dead-redemption-14740700-494-599.jpg
Weapons: Winchester Repeater, .44 Magnum
Misc: Binoculars, matches, dynamite, Western Book
Faction: The Bollard Brothers
Bio: Rango Bollard. One of the most feared small-time gang member in Manhattan. Was born to a wild western family in a vault, which he ran away from with a group of friends at age 12. For years, he lived in the ruins around central Park and Mid-Town. They gathered supplies and declared themselves the BOLLARD BROTHERS at age 17 and established their HQ at the Police Station( yes, there is a police station in Mid-town, Manhattan. It's huge!) and made that area their turf, with snipers spread out around the runs and many patrols. They all had western looks and used western weaponary. They started demanding taxes when someone wondered into their territory, and if they didn't pay, they got shot. No one lived to tell of the taxes law in that area though...

Rango's gang gained many recruits, enough to stand their post for a long time at least, but Rango's original friends and him ride together in a posse and are the official Bollard Brothers.

icouldntthinkofaname

Name:Artyom Petrov
Age:29
Race:Caucasian

Appearance:http://bi.gazeta.pl/im/4/7574/z7574654X,Metro-2033.jpg
Clothing/Armor:http://images.wikia.com/metro2033/images/6/69/Metro2033_2010-04-16_13-43-43-87.jpgwith http://www.thesurvivalzone.com/image_manager/attributes/image/image_3/40897431_8879335_thumbnail.jpg (I hope you don't mind with it)
Weapons:http://images.wikia.com/guns/images/f/fd/Origanol_ak-47.jpg, http://picturearchive.auctionarms.com/182140112/9484591/121209%20003.jpg_thumbnail1.jpg

Misc:Flashlight, sack filled with supplies.
Faction:The Rebellion
Bio:He was born in Metros underground, small villages in the Metro tunnels were set up. He was born in one under Soho. When he was 19, he learned of the Rebellion. He joined up and became a leader in the underground fighting, leading men in the Metros to ambush the enemy. When he was 25, he met a girl named Mary. Which, of course, he took a liking to. He moved her to the village where he was born in the Metros. Later that day, that village was destroyed by Chronicles. He vowed revenge on them. When the Metros became a loosing fight, they sealed most off. He was moved up top and sent to fight in the streets of Manhattan.

reidster388

Name: Karis Taivo
Age: 27
Race: Caucasian

Appearance:http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQBu8NfW0VZrrjUF7fKYY6D72kWQogvGiOmkdyNzJQbclUddeEX0w,
Clothing/Armor: leather armor, bandoiler, backpack, long trench coat duster, goggles.
Weapons: FN FAL, 10mm pistol, combat knife, two grenades.

Misc: several stimpaks, rad-x and radaway, two bottled waters, about 400 caps on him.
Faction: The Rebels
Bio: Karis was born into the rebels when they were a small group. He witnessed the rebels grow as a faction, slowly pressuring the chronicles. When Karis was 18, he was sent on an important mission far in to china town. He succeeded in killing a high ranking member of the chronicles, impressing many of the other rebels. In the following 11 years, he led many raids on the chronicles. He had witnessed many good men die, which angered him even more. At the age of 29, he was tasked with controlling a small group of rebels stationed outside of chinatown. These men were meant to cause diversions so the rebels could make headway in the north.

Imperator Augustus

Name: Sir Lucius Courtney

Age: 20

Race: Mixed (Caucasian/Black)

Appearance: 6'0, 165 pounds with light tan skin and light brown hair. His eyes are dark blue, often shining green when light its them at the right angel. His face is gaunt yet not without handsome features. Generally he looks like a fellow who's been through a lot. Fairly athletic build though not in a "showy" way. The muscles required for combat, hard work and survival are the most prominent.

Clothing/Armor: Hardened leather armor with a thick quilted underlay to help against the cold. Very old, tatterted blue jeans that barely resemble denim tucked into long black boots. He has one other outfit he'll wear when in the presence of Arthur or on special occasions which consists of a fine leather jacket with the fur of a yao gaui stitched along the collar. The pants are black khaki's in fairly remarkable shape excluding a few tears here and there. He'll simply wear the same black boots he wears to combat as he doesn't have another pair.

Weapons: A long "hand and a half" sword sharpened to a razors edge on both sides, he keeps this slinged to his back at all times (except for combat obviously). He also has a crossbow he made himself with a decent supply of homemade cast iron bolts as well. Lucius shuns firearms as "cowards weapons", only using them if his life or the lives of his fellow knights absolutely depend on it.

Misc: Several dried foods such as jerky and trail mix, several bottles of fairly clean water and a small pouch of chewing tobacco he keeps solely for energy.

Faction: Knights of Arthur

Bio: Born in the ruins of what use to be a very high class hotel, Lucius was taught the ideal of knighthood and chivalry by his father, Sir Robert Courtney. Robert was fairly well known for his heroism and ferocity in battle, and he did well in instilling these traits in young Lucius as well. From the age of 6 the young squire was schooled in swordplay as well as hand to hand combat, only learning how to master marksmenship and the art of the crossbow in his teenage years. Whatever happened to Lucius' mother is still an utter mystery as Robert would simply become deathly quiet and noticeably uncomfortable whenever she was mentioned. Needless to say Lucius learned to stop asking.

One day on what should've been a harmless scouting mission, Robert was ambushed by members of the Rebellion, who took it upon themselves to make an example of one of the Knights more well known members. Robert was tortured to death then chopped to pieces, his body scattered to prevent a proper buriel. Lucius was age 16 by this time, and recieved the knews immediately after his knighting ceremony. Needless to say he holds a special place in his heart for members of the so-called "Rebellion", and will often kill them on sight... Even if he isn't ordered to do so.

Captainrex

My Character Sheet

Name: Frank Brussels
Age: 52
Race: Caucasian

Appearance: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gcA0ZuKGkI8/TPsUgHOIZ3I/AAAAAAAAJXI/7SDTMKUg_yk/s1600/Liam+Neeson.jpg
Clothing/Armor: http://images.wikia.com/fallout/images/6/6c/FOT_Metal_Armour_Render.png
Weapons: 10mm pistol and a power fist

Misc: A journal
Faction: Knights of Arthur
Bio: Frank was born in the order, he doesn't know who his parents were. He believes that the order is doing right by Manhattan. He is a excellent fighter, highly respected in the order. He will obey whatever order that's given to him without question. He was rewarded by being invited to join the Table of 12, he accepted and ever since has been a member of this group.

Dark Zerker

Name: Robert Park
Age: Biologically and Physically 30.
Race: Asian

Appearance: http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/015/0/a/hyun_bin_secret_garden_deekay_by_deekay130-d37aelf.jpg,
http://star-trek-voyager.net/ship4/ship2pix/drawing_res.jpg & http://www.crunchgear.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/portal2-007.jpg
Clothing/Armor: When leaving the Stasis Chamber, Robert wears regular leather armour and a visor. When in the Stasis Chamber, he wears a special suit that looks identical to the Recon Armour and hood.

Weapons: Uzi 9mm, .357 Magnum.

Misc: A special liquid type medicine that he needs to drink every month in order to keep his biological functions at what a person's would be if they were 30.
Faction: Future Tek Bunker

Bio: Robert was born on 2047. After graduating from Stanford University Bio, Robert soon became the head scientist of Future Tek Genesis Program at 25, a longevity program to keep important people alive. The project started at the same time as many of the Vaults were being finished, meaning it started at 2067, Robert taking the helm at 2072.

After 10 years of the Genesis Project, all three parts were finished on September 23, 2077. The mainframe system was gotten from the M.A.R.Go.T system in the Presidential System, the Stasis Chamber from a crashed UFO, and the connection between the two from Mr. House's data, which Future Tek had stolen 2 years before completion. It was assembled in the Future Tek bunker.

Robert was put in the Stasis Chamber and hooked in the mainframe, "Genesis". While the scientists researched about this project and planned on putting the CEO of Vault Tek in it, Robert, gaining vast amounts of intellect(albeit only available while in Stasis), locked up the Future Tek Bunker, knowing of the bombs dropping in a month.

For 200 years, Robert was put in alien stasis, not aging, nor any of his systems running, and using an AI system to run the Future Tek bunker. 200 Years Later, Robert came back online. He emerged from the chamber after activating 50 Sentry Bots as his soldiers to protect the bunker. The alien stasis had no effect on keeping human organs forever young as Robert had to be injected with a special chemical every time he enters and leaves Stasis, and once a month, whether or not he uses the Stasis System.

When Robert left, the Stasis stopped working at full capacity, making Robert age when he goes in, but at a decelerated rate.

Blackhand4

Name: The Programmer
Age:???
Race:???

Appearance: Only seen through controlled robots, monitors, speakers, and cameras.
Weapons: Anything he can hack.
Clothing/Armor: Who knows?

Faction: The Monarch
Bio/Personality: The Programmer is the leader of a one man faction known as The Monarch. No one has ever seen him personally, but he has a radio broadcast that goes through the city, so wherever it is he calls home must have a tower somewhere. The Programmer seems to have a personality that mocks that of past world leaders, though many people believe that is just a act he puts on.

The Programmer communicates with the outside world through the use of little chips that allows him to hack into technology, taking control of robots, cameras, and more through some wireless frequency, most likely connected to his radio station. At the moment, he has no control.. however, if the situation is just right, The Monarch faction may have more then one living person amongst it soon enough.

Josh gro-Graz

Name: Arthur the III
Age: 34
Race: Caucasian

Appearance: No one knows what he truly looks like; he has never removed his armor in public.
Clothing/Armor: http://games.softpedia.com/screenshots/Fallout-3-Mod-New-Textures-Power-Armor_1.jpg
Weapons: Arthur has his http://www.am1150.ca/Pics/machete.jpg and http://www.everydaynodaysoff.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/QBZ-type95-1.jpg.

Misc: Nothing.
Faction: Arthur is the leader of the Knights of Arthur.
Bio: Arthur is the son of the previous King Arthur. He was raised to be a true warrior. When his father died at the age of 21 he took his father’s armor. Arthur had a ceremony the day after his father died and he was made King. His first act as King was to withdraw the Knights to their home territory. When the time was right Arthur started to move his army towards the Chronicles and the Rebels.

Name: General Dominic Maxwell
Age: 31
Race: African/Canadian

Appearance: http://www.empireonline.com/images/features/100greatestcharacters/photos/47.jpg
Clothing/Armor: http://th09.deviantart.net/fs8/PRE/f/2006/350/2/0/Fallout_by_hunqwert.jpg
Weapons: SCAR-H and M1911

Misc: Dominic has a picture of his wife from Ronto in his back pack.
Faction: Rebels
Bio: Dominic was born in E-Town which was formerly known as Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. His family were traders who were making their way to Ronto. Ronto was a city run by Ghouls. Few Canadian humans survived, the ones who did hid in the wilderness. Most of Canada was made up of Ghouls, mainly Feral Ghouls. The Ghouls who were sane built communities and most of them welcomed humans. There was some discrimination at first but it faded away. Dominic’s parents died right outside of Ronto. Dominic only being 15 at the time fled to Manhattan. He was found by a Ghoul named Marcox; he was making a Rebellion against the Chronicles. Marcox took Dominic under his wing and trained him to be a soldier. He led the group of Rebels that created Fort Suicide.

Name: Colonel Lucifer Xavier
Age: 29
Race: Caucasian

Appearance: http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/02/08/movies/09hannibal650.jpg
Clothing/Armor: http://www.majhost.com/gallery/Raykin/Deep-Impact/aff___imperial_mercenary_by_knightwatch.jpg
Weapons: Scoped Hunting Rifle, .44 Magnum

Misc: N/A
Faction: Chronicles
Bio: Lucifer was born in Chinatown and into the Chronicles. He grew up with Scarlet Rose, the two were best friends. They were trained by the same man in the Chronicles. The two teamed up when they finished training and lead there squad to many successes. When Scarlet’s father passed away Scarlet was made into the leader of the Chronicles. She made herself General and made Lucifer her Colonel. Lucifer became Scarlet’s right hand man. The two have kept their relationship professional; they love each other like siblings. Scarlet has a husband and Lucifer has a wife.

Name: Mark Never
Age: 30
Race: Caucasian

Appearance: http://thevirtualunderground.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/cole_face.jpg
Clothing/Armor: http://fandomania.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/coat02.jpg
Weapons: 2x MP5k and 2xM1911s

Misc: N/A
Faction: Mark was once one of the assassins in the Business.
Bio: Mark was born to two Hell’s Kitchen Slavers; Mark hated them and killed many of the slavers while he escaped at the age of 8. The Business found out about Mark and took him in, they trained him to be an expert assassin, Mark always wanted more, he always wanted to be known, be infamous. But the Business did not allow it. The Business made it clear that they would be nothing more of a myth to Manhattan. Mark eventually deserted them on a mission, they hunted him down one day when he was 21 and he was nearly beaten to death. He was left for death in the middle of Central Park. But once they left Mark barely made his way to a small town. The doctors there fixed him up and when he was able to leave Mark immediately went after the Business. He has been fighting them for nine years but has only killed associates; he has yet to get to his former friends.

Paladin Lewis

Name: Capitain alex “The sheriff” Carlson (If Captain is too high I will change it)
Age:29
Race: Caucasian

Appearance:http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://emmemagazine.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/matt-damon-66.jpg&imgrefurl=http://emmemagazine.wordpress.com/page/2/&usg=__qIO_HCHix5UQ2Xrz8gUxMNbyQs4=&h=400&w=300&sz=35&hl=en&start=32&zoom=1&tbnid=I7GA3fXXlujBUM:&tbnh=192&tbnw=144&ei=9oe9Td_ONcWG4Qbuy-zDBQ&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dmale%2Bcelebrities%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26rlz%3D1R2GGLT_enGB380%26biw%3D1003%26bih%3D497%26tbm%3Disch&um=1&itbs=1&iact=rc&dur=140&page=4&ndsp=9&ved=1t:429,r:6,s:32&tx=54&ty=64

Clothing/Armor: http://www.newvegasnexus.com/downloads/images/35948-1-1288426492.jpg,with sunglasses, and will wear a combat armour vest in battle(under coat)

Weapons: sliver 44 magnum w/detachable scope and http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f7/WaltherWA2000.jpg, also Carries a Bowie Knife but doesn’t use it for fighting

Misc: pipboy 3000 , several stimpaks and a gasmask

Faction: Chronicles

Bio: Born in Vault 99(made up) alex became the vaults doctor at age 16 after the Sudden death of pervious doctor (his father) by unknown cause. When Alex was 19 he found out the overseer had killed his father because he wanted to open the vault… After shooting the overseer with his own gun, Alex left the vault and wandered the wasteland as a travelling doctor

When alex was 21 he found the duster coat & hat in old munsem and shorty after people started calling him the “ The sheriff.” A few months later he arrived in Manhattan and was attacked by the Rebels…

Outraged by this, Alex joined the Chronicles just to attack the Rebels and a few years later he was promoted to Capitain after a attack on a Rebel warehouse were several high-ranking Rebels were captured alive

However unlike many other soldiers of Chronicles, alex hates Slavery and Secretly set slaves he find free but If he has to take slaves they are treated much better that other slaves

The Happy Xivilai

Name: Joseph Corleone (more commonly reffered to as 'Jimmy')
Age: 28
Race: Caucasian, Male

Appearance: Jimmy has a lanky frame, and isn't very muscular at all. Standing at just over 6'0", Jimmy never really had an intimidating physical presence. However, with his dark piercing brown eyes, and pearly white sneer, his stare alone could silence a man. Jimmy almost never can be seen with even a hint of a 5 o'clock shadow, and his jet black hair is usually gelled back.
Clothing/Armor: Jimmy is always presentable, and he is rarely seen out of a neatly pressed, pinstripe business suit with spotless brown leather shoes that shines with polish. Outdoors, he wears the trademark brown fedora of a high end business man. When armor is in fact required, Jimmy usually wears a simple leather vest over his torso to protect from small arms fire. This armor, of course, is typically concealed under his pinstripe business suit.
Weapons: Jimmy is handy with a blade, and he can be constantly seen twirling a switchblade inbetween his fingers. For confrontations that absolutely require a weapon, Jimmy carries an internally suppressed 10mm pistol in his suit pocket. For confrontations where a little bit more firepower is needed, Jimmy uses an internally suppressed 10mm SMG.

Misc: Though Jimmy has pretty much passed his thieving days, he usually keeps some bobby pins and other lock picking tools in his back right pocket.
Faction: The Corleone Family
Personality: Jimmy is a ruthless negotiator, and his quick thinking and sharp mind aides in his success as a business man. The family's policies has taught him how to be merciless, and by now, Jimmy shows no real sympathy to those in need.
Bio: Joseph actually has no blood ties to any of the Corleone family. In 2266, Joseph was caught stealing from one of Tony Corleone's brothers, after he had successfully stolen over 2000 caps worth of merchandise from two of Tony's other brothers. Instead of killiny Joseph, Tony found a use for the growing boy, who was now 16, and offered Joseph a spot in the family. Joseph knew that saying no would be the death of him, so he agreed to Tony's proposition, and his name was changed to Joseph Corleone. Being the youngest member of the family, Joseph was less than affectionately known as 'Jimmy' to the family and affiliates.

Ever since he had become part of the family, Jimmy had turned out to be a valuable asset to the family with his quick thinking and ruthless business negotiating. Since he had been responsible for orchestrating some of the Corleone's Family's most noteable bussiness deals, Tony himself had taken note of Jimmy's business skills, and since then has put Jimmy in charge of the Corleone family's more secretive negotiations.

Mouse King

Name: Charlie Moore
Age: 24
Race: Caucasian

Appearance: Medium length black hair, Light Build, Blue Eyes
Clothing/Armor: Military fatigues, Combat Armor, Hoodie, Breathing Mask, Boots
Weapons: AK-47, Combat Knife

Misc: Water Bottles, 4 Magazines, Ammunition Box,
Faction: Unaligned
Bio: Born and raised in the ruins of Harlem, he lived his life with his mother and his father who was in the employ of a local warlord who ran the Harlem district. At 12 Charlie was given a rifle and military fatigues and drafted into the service of the warlord. Until he was 22 the years of his life were spent in the “army” raiding the nearby settlements in areas such as Morningside Heights, Inwood and Washington Heights. When the Knights of Arthur’s military began to push through The Heights and down towards Soho and the Rebellion territory the Warlord stopped ordering attacks on the surrounding areas due to the presence of the Knights of Arthur.

The army quickly broke into different groups with him and around 20 other members heading towards the south end of the Island. Right now they reside in East Village acting as little more than glorified raiders or mercenaries.

^Character List
King Arthur. Gramercy.

Gramercy was were most of the Knights were gathering around, Soho, Chinatown, Little Italy, and Greenwich Village were close to Gramercy. The Knights could attack both the Rebels and the Chronicles at any time but they chose no to. Arthur wanted the Knights to gather strength in the south part of Manhattan before they assaulted either faction. Arthur was in Gramercy with the Table of 12 and around 100 other Knights. The settlements in Gramercy had recently been annexed into the Knights of Arthur along with several small raider gangs that plagued the area. Sir Merlin was Arthur's right hand man and leader of the Table of 12. The Table of 12 answered only to Arthur.

"King Arthur, when shall we assault the Rebellion?" asked Sir Merlin. "It is unknown. We have assaulted the Chronicles many times before but never the Rebellion. Should it be the Rebellion first Merlin? Or should we attack the Chronicles once again?" replied Arthur. "The Chronicles have defeated us in almost every battle. Granted more Chronicles died than Knights in these battles but they have never given up there territory. The Chronicles are true warriors Arthur, I believe we should focus on the Rebellion for the time being. Soon enough both will be under our control." Merlin replied. "You have convinced me Merlin. The Rebellion will be our first target, but make sure the Chronicles know we aren't there friends."

***

General Dominic Maxwell. http://de.academic.ru/pictures/dewiki/50/7fd780fc8687f37539da67353b54c582.jpg (The Rebellion HQ). Greenwich Village

"Dominic, each day more Chronicles gather outside of Fort Suicide. I know there hasn't been major conflict between the Rebellion and the Chronicles in sometime but I want there presence eliminated." said Marcox. "Marcox are you sure you want to do this? I will lead the assault but the last thing we need is the Chronicles attacking us, they are more powerful then us Marcox I don't want to admit it but they could crush us at anytime! Why they haven't tried yet is beyond me." Dominic replied. "Dominic we can defeat the Chronicles. Size isn't everything. Remember the battle for Fort Suicide? 30 Rebels went deep into Soho which was occupied by the Chronicles, they crippled the Chronicles presence in Soho and allowed us to establish Fort Suicide." said Marcox. "That was luck Marcox. You are to optimistic. I will fight by your side to death Marcox but I won't think like you. I am a General. I am not going to lead my men to there deaths. We need to think like an army or we'll never defeat the Chronicles."

"Fine Dominic. Do as you wish."

***

Colonel Lucifer Xavier. Chinatown Hotel.

A squad of Chronicles had captured a Rebel, they had brought him to the basemant of the Chinatown hotel. Lucifer was tasked with interrogating him. The Rebel was tied up in a chair, a table had many weapons on it that were used for interrogation. Lucifer put on a leather glove and grabbed a shard of glass. "So you filthy [censored] Rebel. What are the Rebels plans for attacking us?" asked Lucifer. "[censored] off!" yelled the Rebel. Lucifer stabbed the Rebel in the thigh with the shard of glass, the Rebel screamed in pain. "Tell me." said Lucifer. The Rebel screamed "[censored] you!". Lucifer grabbed a hammer and started to smash the Rebels fingers one by one. "TELL ME." The Rebel said the same thing as before. "[censored]!" screamed Lucifer. He grabbed a frag grenade from the table and went to walk out of the room, he opened the door and turned around. He pulled the pin on the grenade and threw it on the Rebels lap. "See you in hell." Lucifer left the basemant and the grenade exploded.

» Sat May 28, 2011 10:17 am

Spoiler

Name: Capitain alex “The sheriff” Carlson (If Captain is too high I will change it)
Age:29
Race: Caucasian

Appearance:This

Clothing/Armor: This ,with sunglasses, and will wear a combat armour vest in battle(under coat)

Weapons: sliver 44 magnum w/detachable scope and WA2000, also Carries a Bowie Knife but doesn’t use it for fighting

Misc: pipboy 3000 , several stimpaks and a gasmask

Faction: Chronicles

Bio: Born in Vault 99(made up) alex became the vaults doctor at age 16 after the Sudden death of pervious doctor (his father) by unknown cause. When Alex was 19 he found out the overseer had killed his father because he wanted to open the vault… After shooting the overseer with his own gun, Alex left the vault and wandered the wasteland as a travelling doctor

When alex was 21 he found the duster coat & hat in old munsem and shorty after people started calling him the “ The sheriff.” A few months later he arrived in Manhattan and was attacked by the Rebels…

Outraged by this, Alex joined the Chronicles just to attack the Rebels and a few years later he was promoted to Capitain after a attack on a Rebel warehouse were several high-ranking Rebels were captured alive

However unlike many other soldiers of Chronicles, alex hates Slavery and Secretly set slaves he find free but If he has to take slaves they are treated much better that other slaves

Capitan Alex “ the sheriff” Carlson – 3rd floor of a house in Soho

Alex had been camped out inside a house for 12 hours now…

Alex and several other chronicles soldiers had been tracking a band of raiders, only to be ambushed by several rebel troopers and the raider. Fighting both the raiders and rebels in three-way battle, one soldier managed to capture one rebel alive and had taken him back to Chinatown; Alex had decided to stay to finish of the last rebel…

They’re you son of [censored]

Alex looking though his sniper scope at an old highwayman car, the rebel was hiding behind it, the rebel foolishly tired to run for it, Alex aimed and fired his sniper rifle, hititng the Rebel in the shoulder...

The rebel was dead…

Better get back to Chinatown, Lucifer will want to know about the raiders..

Gathering his stuff, Alex hurried back to Chinatown hotel and walking in just as Lucifer left the basemant, followed by grenade going off inside…

Alex saluted Lucifer ”Sir we killed the raider as instructed and several Rebels who ambushed us, what are my new orders sir” Alex asked..

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OOC: I'm going to sleep now and most likey won;t be able to reply for next 12 hours, sorry for any inconvenience this may cause

» Sat May 28, 2011 9:37 am

OOC: You should make a ooc thread. Also, it would have been wise to post our cs's under your op. What if I have to remember something about my character, like his name*P? Anyways, i will post soon after I find my cs in the other thread full of posts....

» Sat May 28, 2011 5:41 pm

CS:

Spoiler

Name:Artyom Petrov
Age:29
Race:Caucasian

Appearance:http://bi.gazeta.pl/im/4/7574/z7574654X,Metro-2033.jpg
Clothing/Armor:http://images.wikia.com/metro2033/images/6/69/Metro2033_2010-04-16_13-43-43-87.jpgwith http://www.thesurvivalzone.com/image_manager/attributes/image/image_3/40897431_8879335_thumbnail.jpg (I hope you don't mind with it)
Weapons:http://images.wikia.com/guns/images/f/fd/Origanol_ak-47.jpg, http://picturearchive.auctionarms.com/182140112/9484591/121209%20003.jpg_thumbnail1.jpg

Misc:Flashlight, sack filled with supplies.
Faction:The Rebellion
Bio:He was born in Metros underground, small villages in the Metro tunnels were set up. He was born in one under Soho. When he was 19, he learned of the Rebellion. He joined up and became a leader in the underground fighting, leading men in the Metros to ambush the enemy. When he was 25, he met a girl named Mary. Which, of course, he took a liking to. He moved her to the village where he was born in the Metros. Later that day, that village was destroyed by Chronicles. He vowed revenge on them. When the Metros became a loosing fight, they sealed most off. He was moved up top and sent to fight in the streets of Manhattan.

Artyom Petrov - Tribeca

I slowly walked down the street with two other rebels.

"Quiet! They might be here." I shushed them. They snickered and kept quiet. I looked for a relic in the dust.

"What are we here for, anyways? Maxwell don't give a [censored] about Tribeca-" I stopped him

"I know, but we could use this place. Corner the Chronicle bastards. They want to kill our men? The blood of the brothers and sons will cry out from the very ground." I said. The Rebel shrugged and continued walking. I looked down toward a building.

"I hear something." One of the Rebels said. I walked up to the door and kicked it down. I found a dead Rebel laying in the middle of the floor.

"Either Chronicles or Raiders, either way, they're gonna pay." I said. The two rebels lit up with glee and searched the house. I walked up the stairs, tip toeing.

"Who's there?" A voice rang from the top of the stairs "I'll shoot! I'm with the Chronicles."

I ran up the stairs and pointed the weapon down at him.

"Goodnight you murderer." I hit him with the butt of my gun

"DIE IN HELL REBEL!" He reached for a grenade, only for me to shoot him twice in the head

"Sick bastard!" I shot him twice more.

"Sir, what happened?" A rebel asked. After seeing the body, he nodded. I started taking supplies off of him.

"Lets get back to Soho."

» Sat May 28, 2011 7:16 pm

Frank Brussels
Frank looked at the men and women of the order, himself with the rest of the Table of 12 were with the King. While Sir Merlin spoke with the King, Frank couldn't stop from thinking what the future of Manhattan would be.
Would the order defeat the Rebels and the Chronicles, would King Arthur become the lord of the Empire Wasteland. Only time would tell, but one thing was sure. Frank would fight his hardest and best in the coming days.

OOC: Sorry if it's a bit short.

» Sat May 28, 2011 1:47 pm

OOC: You should make a ooc thread. Also, it would have been wise to post our cs's under your op. What if I have to remember something about my character, like his name*P? Anyways, i will post soon after I find my cs in the other thread full of posts....

There already is on OOC thread. It is the one everyone posted there sheets in. And a list of characters is on the first page third post.

» Sat May 28, 2011 7:57 am

"Tie 'em up boys!" yelled Rango Bollard outloud to his "outlaw' cowboy gang. A caravan traveler happened to be wondering into Mid-town and got caught by the Bollard gang. These cowboy impersonators ment business when it came to tax and caps.
"Appearently, this cheap kncokoff never heard of the Bollard boys, has he?" Instantly, the caravan man, now hog-tied and cursing outloud spat right at Rango's shoes. "Bad idea pal, but you got the guts though."
"[censored] you cowboy!"
Rango kicked the caravan right in the face and looted his Brahim and pockets.
The Bollard boys all unholstered their revolvers and aimed it at the guy, who was holding his breath. Click. The revolvers all clicked and the man urinated his pants.
"Haha you got scared!" Rango and his gang laughed hard. The revolvers weren't loaded at the momment.
The caravan man then resumed his cursing, then insulted rango's mother. "what did you say?", Rango asked, his laughing face now stern and straight.

» Sat May 28, 2011 5:41 am

*Had to make another post for duel, limit was reached*P*
The caravan man was untied quickly and handed a revolver with all six rounds in the chamber. "bad mistake buddy. you never insult a cowboy's mother," said Norbeck, a jolly and chubby gunslinger and Rango's best friend.
Rango walked into the street with his .44 magnum revolver. One .44 caliber bullet was loaded, so it seemed like an advantage for the caravan guy, who now realized he was in a duel, a cowboy duel...
Both men prepared for the duel. Rango's fingers were just sweating to grip that revolver. He knew he would be the victor, and he was.
That single bullet went straight to the man's face. He fell back lifeless, the revolver in his hand. Rango walked over to his body, spat on it, and said," Even a bad man loves his momma."
The gang walked in admiration of this legendary cowboy as he cleaned up the body, then awed as a chronicle passer-by saw the corpse in a grave and knew rango did it. " Damnit rango, your under arre

» Sat May 28, 2011 10:06 am

Karis Taivo - The Rebels

Karis was perched in the two story apartment building, his rifle clutched in his hands. Below him was a dead chronicle, his body had been shot to pieces by Karis. Now the dead mans friend was in hiding, waiting for Karis to reveal himself. Instead, he kept his position, waiting for the other man to make the first mistake. Time passed by slowly, and soon the sun started to set. It was getting dark, but Karis never moved. He had been in a situation like this before, and the key was patience.

Eventually his determination paid off. The chronicle appeared from the shadows of a nearby bus, and walked over to his friend. He started to scavenge the man, digging through pockets and his backpack. Karis grinned. Three powerful bursts emmitted from his rifle, catching the chronicle straight in the back. He fell straight to the ground; blood quickly forming a pool around his sides.

Karis scavenged the men. It was essential for his squads survival. He found a good supply of ammo, and a little bit of food. Satisfied, Karis dragged the two men over to a nearby ally and hid their bodies next to an old dumpster. It was an unethical way to get rid of them, but it was his only option. His squad of rebels were basically right outside chinatown, so getting supplies from the rebels up north was out of question.

An hour later, he arrived at their makeshift hideout. And boy, was it makeshift. It was basically composed of two large trailers that the rebels had renovated to suite their needs. It had only one bathroom, and even it hardly worked. The two trailers stood next to each other for defensive purposes. Although it was a somewhat safe place to be, the row of apartments in the distance always kept Karis's eyes open.

Karis was met by his squad. Five other men. These were some of the best fighters the rebels had to spare. They were skilled in recon, and not to shabby in a firefight. Now that the moon had replaced the sun, Karis only wanted to sleep. After grabbing a bite to eat, he entered his trailer. Inside he laid out his matress. Tonight he would get a good rest. He was not signed up for gaurd duty to his relief. Making sure his FAL was safely in its footlocker, he turned of his small night light and fell in the bed. Welcoming sleep.

» Sat May 28, 2011 10:21 am

Sir Lucius Courtney - Gramercy

The scraping of stone against metal could be heard as Lucius sharpened his blade whetstone in hand. Apparently the Table of 12 had been assembled which usually meant something big was in the works. With the many dings and dents worked out of his precious sword, Lucius sheathed his blade and made his way to the mess hall to fraternize with his fellow knights. After grabbing a seat nearby a caved-in wall, Lucius snapped his fingers impatiently, spurring a servant to come running with a food tray.

"Sir Lucius, bread and water?", the servant said in a sort of half-whisper.

Lucius nodded and grabbed the tray from the boy, nodding in thanks afterward. As he picked the rough loaf apart Lucius began to wonder what Arthur had planned for their next engagement. Would it be against his hated enemy, the Rebellion? He surely hoped so. Then again any battle would suit his need. Sitting around was the worst thing for a warrior of his caliber, as it always lead to the dulling of skills and indulgence of the body.

After finishing his meal Lucius made his way to his personal quarters, a small makeshift shelter he'd set up in the ruins of the "Players Club". In this club were his practicing implements: a man sized dummy to practice his swordsmanship on, a weighted blade to train with and increase overall speed and strength, and of course his beloved crossbow, along with many wooden bolts he'd use to train his marksmanship. Lucius grabbed the hilt of the weighted training claymore and gripped the hilt tightly with both hands.

Moments later several loud thumps could be heard as he battered the training dummy with skillful, precise flurries of strikes. He did this until his arms ached in protest, then continued for a bit longer. Lucius knew how valuable moments of down time were, as his preference of "up close" fighting required far more training and preparation then those knights who preferred fire arms and the like.

» Sat May 28, 2011 5:58 pm

Robert Park

"Hello and welcome to Future Tek, your future, with us. Please wait in the main lobby before entering," said an automated voice. Robert's attention was immediately grasped with that. He was in stasis so his real body was completely immobile, instead, Robert used a massive computer and 50 sentry bots to control the Future Tek Facility, not to mention the scientists and doctors there.

Robert immediately switched his view to one of the security cameras to see three Raven Mercenaries trying to barge in the main doorway, which was a 50 ton Vault door installed nearly the same as a regular vault door.

The Raven Mercenaries shot the door hundreds of times before Robert turned on the PA system on the door entrance and spoke into it. "Hello Raven Mercenaries. I assume you are rogue. Well here, let me save you the trouble of being killed by your boss."

Immediately, the door from the lobby to the Future Tek bunker sealed, airtight. As the rogue Raven Mercenaries banged and pounded, this time on the hydraulic doorway, Robert snickered, his laugh broadcast throughout the small, 20 feet long gap between the main bunker door and the sealed hydraulic door.

"Now, let me warm up the toxin emitters...here we go. Deploying various toxins in 3, 2, 1"

When Robert counted down to 1, the sprinklers above deployed cyanide gas into the room, killing all three mercenaries in 30 seconds. After that, two Mr. Handy maintenance robots were sent to dump the bodies into an Incinerator after the room was detoxified by chemicals.

» Sat May 28, 2011 8:52 am

Mark Never. Greenwich Village.

Mark had been hunting the Business for quite some time but he believed it was time for a little vacation, Mark decided he would go and [censored] around with some of the factions. The White Horse tavern was Marks destination and he had arrived. Several innocent looking people were crowded around the place, as soon as Mark moved towards the entrance all the people jumped up with rifles.

"Who the hell are you?" barked one of the men.

"I'm Daisy [censored] Do who the [censored] are you?" barked Mark back.

"Very [censored] funny punk now answer seriously or we'll blow your [censored] head off!"

"Calm the [censored] down. I ain't here to make enemies with you [censored] rebels."

"How the [censored] do you know were rebels?"

"Your guarding the rebel HQ, isn't it obvious?"

"How the [censored] do you know this is the HQ? Who the [censored] are you?"

"Me? [censored] I'm nothing anymore. Now would you just let me talk to Marcox. I want to make some caps and the Chronicles have already turned me down."

"Well [censored]. Go in and talk to him."

Mark walked into the tavern, no one was inside, it was dusty and there thing cluttered all over the place. Obviously the rebel base was in the basemant and this was just to fool people into thinking it was another ruin, but Mark was to smart to be fooled. He entered the basemant and heard several people talking, when he got off the stairs he saw several people that were heavily armed and ready to fight, among them was General Maxwell. When Mark found Marcox he held back his chuckles, he found Ghouls to be funny, he was no bigot but what happened to them was amusing to Mark.

"Yo rot face, I'm looking for some work." said Mark with a chuckle.

"Watch your tongue, and who the [censored] are you?" asked Marcox.

"I am the chosen one from the third millennium sent back to destroy the unholy invader of Rah." said Mark seriously despite the fact it was a joke.

"What the [censored]? Don't play around smooth skin I'll have you killed in seconds."

"Calm the [censored] down ghoul, names Randy Beck." yet again it was a lie but Marcox wouldn't know.

"Beck eh, well [censored]. You ain't with the Chronicles so I guess we can use you as a spy. Go to there Hotel in Chinatown and try and learn as much as you can about em. I would send some of my rebels to do it but strangely those [censored] Chronicles can sniff any of my men out."

"Will do."

» Sat May 28, 2011 7:08 pm

"How much longer are we walking, my legs hurt," complained Rango besides the chronicle soldier who arrested him. "I don't know, but when we get back to Washington Heights, the Arthurs will deal with you. I heard they kill leader's of factions you know..."
Rango gulped. His hands were free, but the gun aimed at him from behind prevented him from escaping.
"I gotta pee."
"What?" said the chronicle soldier.
"I said I have to take a piss!"
"Fine. Well stop. Might as well, for it will be your last piss," the soldier chuckled.
Rango walked over to a rock, the man turning away. Rango plan was simple. Kill the man when the momment comes, and run. "Hey chrony. i think I see one of 'em raiders over there." Rango finished and pointed ahead of him. When the soldier turned, Rango snapped his neck and ran. He didn't look back, for his weapons were back on his back and pockets. Before long in the middle of nowhere, Rango stumbled to an old tech bunker. He cautiosly knocked. Cautosl

» Sat May 28, 2011 5:11 pm

King Arthur. Gramercy.

The Knights that were at Gramercy had now all grouped together, it was night time, probably around 11 PM. This was the best time to attack Fort Suicide, after 10 PM the security was low but it was still there, the Knights would be protected by the darkness for the majority of the time. Merlin was standing right beside Arthur, he was worried about the attack where as Arthur was not. Merlin had no doubts about winning the battle but the losses of Knights would bother him. Arthur cared for the Knights but if they died Arthur felt no sadness, he viewed the Knights deaths as honorable and nothing less. Merlin took it more personal, the Knight were his brothers in arms.

"King Arthur many knights will die in the capture of Fort Suicide."

"A necessary sacrifice Sir Merlin, why do you bring it up?"

"Is there a way to minimize the casualties?"

"I don't control the mens death, if they fight like they are told to few shall die."

"Well Arthur should I tell the men to attack."

"Do it."

1 Hour Later...

Knights were gathered near Fort Suicide, they were watching as Rebels walked around patrolling, there was at least ten, in the day there was close to forty. When night time came most of the Rebels headed back to Greenwich Village. Arthur was ready to attack, he signaled the Knights and they began to storm Fort Suicide. Fort Suicide was built around a small warehouse, there were makeshift shacks and defenses set up, it blocked of the Chronicles but the Knights easily got through, within a few minutes most of the Rebels defenses were eliminated, but quite a few Knights died in the fight. The Knights regrouped in front of the warehouse and the barged in. Arthur ran at a Rebel with his sword and cut through his arm and into his chest, the Rebel screamed in pain and Arthur beheaded him. Another Rebel jumped at Arthur and he punched him in the nose, the Rebel fell to the ground and Arthur stomped on his knee, the Rebel screamed in pain and Arthur stabbed the Rebel in the throat. A Rebel was on top of some scaffolding and he jumped on Arthur's back, Arthur grabbed the Rebel and threw him off of him and into the scaffolding.

OOC: If any Knight wants to post talking about how they kicked some Rebel ass do so.

» Sat May 28, 2011 5:17 pm

Sir Lucius Courtney

As the order to attack was given, Sir Lucius gripped the pommel of his blade and slid it off his back, doing so as he charged toward the Rebel trash nearest him. He could see genuine fear in the man's eyes as he attempted to draw down on Lucius, not even getting his pistol half way up before his arm was completely taken off by Lucius' longsword. Before the one-armed and could realize what happened Lucius followed through with a firm thrust toward the man's chestplate, piercing his heart easily and granting him a relatively quick death.

Just as his first kill slung to the floor Lucius was already drawing his crossbow, then cocking it and leveling it on a target roughly 200 yards away. The Rebel had been popping off pot-shots at his fellow knights and had to be put down. The bolt cut through the air, making a sickening "thunk" sound as it lodged in the back of the Rebel's skull, killing him instantly. During all of this another Rebel wielding a ripper had used the distraction to get close to SIr Lucius, swiping the mini-chainsaw down toward Lucius' arm in an attempt to sever it.

Luckily Lucius turned at the last moment and, in a show of great skill, dropped his crossbow while kicking the man in the chest, giving him the lee-way to draw his blade. With the Rebel now on the ground squirming do to the wind being knocked out of him, Lucius spun his blade around his wrist in an arc, then gripping the pommel with both hands and driving the blade into the man's throat. As his third kill choked on his blood Lucius looked around and found no other Rebel scum in need of flaying. He immediately made his way to the scaffolding Arthur had been fighting on and waited patiently at the bottom. Though he was not an official member of the Table of 12, Lucius owed a great to Arthur, a man who his father had sworn fealty to as well.

» Sat May 28, 2011 6:57 am

A sentry bot slowly rolled across the Brooklyn Bridge. It's build was unique to others, in the fact that it had two hands with five fingers, one seeming able to fold back and reveal something. The robots eyes were a dark blue color, unlike many of it's other counterparts. As it rolled toward the direction of New York City, the Sentry Bot passed many wrecked cars and skeletons, and failed to notice a decayed arm on the ground. A Pip-Boy was attached to it, light dim due to lack of energy recharge. Through it's speakers, a voice faintly spoke.

"Good evening, New Manhattan. You are listening to Monarch Radio, and I am your speaker, The Brain of Liberty. You may call me The Programmer. Today, I would like to talk about re-construction. For many years, Manhattan has been in a state of war, due to the numerous factions that seek control. Some of these are more questonable then others, and some more respectable. However, intentions of these factions aside, I have one question for all of you to consider today. What of reconstruction? Do any of these forces seek to rebuild this city to the glorious utopia that we see it being presented as centuries ago? "

The Sentry Bot suddenly came to a stop, turning to face the tarnished Statue of Liberty. The robots eyes glowed for a moment as it observed the former base of the Knights of Arthur. The Pip-Boy continued to broadcast The Programmer's message.

"What about water? Are efforts being made to purify it? What about vehicles? Convenient forms of transportation that could allow for faster movement across the city, and even beyond? Who is working on these things? While factions lunge at one another's throats, fighting to control territory, who is making sure the territory is safe to live in? This brings me to my point for today. The world needs inventors. Authors of sorts, artist, directors. People that can see something they don't like, and create a solution out of it that does not involve war! I ask now, to each and every one of you listening. Do you have a idea? Do you have a creation that can change the world? That will let you become a legend in the future? Are you going to help restore technology to it's great glory and allow luxuries to be shared among all, or are you going to be another man devouring other men for little spaces of territory that you know will not be yours forever. This is The Programmer, signing off."

The Sentry Bot's eyes gave off another glow before it turned from the Statue of Liberty, continuing to roll across the bridge.

"New orders received. Engaging search for terminal."

------

[[Somewhere hidden in Manhattan]]

The room would of been pitch black, if not for the help of three large monitors and five terminals setup inside the wall, all giving off blue glows. A chair was perched before them, and in that chair a silhouette could be seen sitting. Slowly, a gloved finger reached toward a microphone, pressing the off switch on it. The silhouette's eyes went to the middle monitor, seeing through shades of blue through the eyes of the Sentry Bot he had deployed, named Cartographer.

"The sooner you re-activate our old base, the sooner I can get to work on finding someone to initiate my plan." He slowly folded his fingers together as he observed with interest all of the screens before him. "The Programmer... is that what I will go down in history for being? Or perhaps I will be the Fuhrer of a new Kingdom... we shall see."

» Sat May 28, 2011 7:47 pm

Kaleb Stern. Midtown West

Kaleb stood there helplessly, hands held high, as a gang of Hell’s Kitchen slavers rummaged through his bags. Well, technically there were Knights of Arthur, but he knew slavers when he saw them. Most traders would think twice before crossing through slaver territory, even former slaver territory. But, Kaleb had agreements with most of the crews in the area: guns in exchange for payment and no funny business. He thought that would be enough. He guessed wrong, as the guns that he had delivered to this very gang were now being used to rob him. Ironic, but not surprising. This was Manhattan, after all.

“Hey, come on Canker, I have a deal with your boss! I supply you guys with guns, you pay me and you don’t try anything funny.”

The man called Canker, a tall obese man in a white, sweat stained shirt, and wearing a bandoleer across his prodigious chest, stood up from his pillaging and walked to Kaleb. He stopped uncomfortably close to Kaleb and glared down at him. Kaleb could smell the sour stench coming off of him; the overwhelming garlicky stink everytime he took a breath.

Canker was obviously trying to intimidate him. Kaleb put on his friendliest smile in an attempt to placate the man. Canker frowned, realizing his attempt at intimidation failed. He took a step back, and started to turn away. Then, he came back and drove a fist into Kaleb’s stomach. Kaleb dropped to his knees, gasping.

“Yeah, well I’m the boss now! You deal with me, trader boy!” he yelled, kicking Kaleb in the ribs.

“Let’s deal then,” Kaleb rasped, trying to speak with lungs that were not cooperating.

Canker reached down and picked him up, his two hand lifting Kaleb by his shirt. “A deal? OK, how about this. I take all of your stuff, and I sell you to a buyer that does all sorts of filthy things to pretty boys like you. How’s that for a deal?”, he laughed, Kaleb’s two guards chuckling in their boss’ amusemant.

“Hey boss", hollered the last member of the slaver party, "I gots something over here”. He hefted a pristine R91 in his outstretched hand; in his other hand, tucked close to his body, he held a small, nondescript metal box no bigger than a carton of cigarettes. Inscribed on the box was a symbol, a pair of circumscribed circles, quartered by a cross.

Dumping Kaleb to the ground, Canker pointed to him. “Watch him”, he ordered the two slavers. He walked over and examined the gun. Pulling out the folding stock, he shouldered the rifle and looked down the sight. He nodded his head in approval: yes, he would enjoy this gun.

Kaleb was crouched on the ground, still trying to catch his breath. Sneaking a look in between coughs, he realized that his guards weren’t paying attention to him; they were looking at Canker’s new rifle with envy.

Still coughing, Kaleb rose to his feet and leaned on one of the guards. Two sharp pops echoed and the slaver toppled over. He wheeled around, pistol in hand, and dropped the second guard with a pair of shots to the chest. The slaver holding the metal box looked up just in time to see his buddies keel over. He fumbled with his pistol, and had it halfway out its holster, before a 9mm hollow point drilled into his skull, spraying the immediate area in a rain of blood and brain.

The portly slaver aimed his newly-acquired rifle and pulled the trigger. Click. Nothing. He pulled the trigger again. Nothing. He looked down at the gun, trying to see what was wrong with it.

Kaleb stalked over to him. He yanked the rifle from Canker’s hands and kicked him in the stomach at the same time. The fat man stumbled, and fell backwards over the headless corpse of one of his slavers.

“You know, we could have avoided this. We could have worked something out. I really didn’t care who was the boss, as long as you paid me, didn’t try any funny business”, Kaleb said nonchalantly, unsheathing his machete and leveling it at the corpulent man. Canker’s eyes grew wide with terror at the sight of the blade. He tried to crawl away, but Kaleb followed right behind.

“But no”, he continued. “You had to try and rob me, with the guns that I gave you, and try to put a boom collar on me. We could have been friendly about this, but you messed with me. A businessman. In the next life, maybe you’ll remember not to mess with a businessman.”

“Wait, I-“, he stammered, before Kaleb chopped off his head.

» Sat May 28, 2011 9:46 am

King Arthur. Fort Suicide.

The Knights stormed Fort Suicide until every Rebel was dead or injured, the ones who were injured were brought to the center of the Fort Suicide Warehouse, they were tied up in ropes and were on there knees, five were male and three were female. The dead Rebel's were piled up behind them, near the entrance of the warehouse was a pile of dead Knights, it was not nearly as large as the Rebel pile. Arthur was walking back and forth in front of the captured Rebels.

"The Knights of Arthur do not have anything against the Rebels, we believe you guys are a force to be reckoned with, but what you must realize is the fact that you will do no good for the Empire Wasteland, no good at all. The Knights of Arthur care about a brighter future, you will bring only darkness. Your leader Marcox is a optimistic individual who truly believes the Rebels will destroy the Chronicles and eventually go on the become the leaders of Manhattan. That makes your leader a fool. I do not particularly like the Chronicles, nor do I have anything against them but you will never defeat them, I am even having troubles believing I will beat them. That is why I have not attacked Greenwich Village yet, I could of destroyed your entire Rebellion years ago, the only reason I haven't is so you will continue to fight the Chronicles, continue to weaken them. The Knights of Arthur usually conquers the factions it beats and forces there members to join our order, but I will not do that with the Rebellion. You are nothing but terrorists, sure the Chronicles refused to help Soho when the Hells Kitchen Slavers attacked and they had good reason. Would you put your forces in danger to protect such a pathetic settlement? I know I wouldn't and if your Rebellion would then I believe you all should die a painful death. You should of put your target on the Hells Kitchen Slavers, the ones who actually attacked your settlement. Not the ones who refused to help. Any evil actions the Chronicles have done towards your Rebellion since you made yourselves there enemies is your fault. Now my speech is over, I won't waste anymore of your time. Knights kill them."

Several Knights stood in front of the captured rebels and swung there swords beheading them all at the same time.

"Excellent, now burn the warehouse to the ground, set an ever greater message to the Rebellion."

***
Mark Never. Chinatown. Chronicles Hotel.

Mark had just arrived at the Chronicles Hotel, it had 75 floors, the 75th being Scarlet Rose's Penthouse. The ten floors before Scarlet Rose's Penthouse was filled with Chronicles, that was there HQ, the rest of the floors were housing for the Chronicles, housing for people who permanently bought rooms and the rest were your basic Hotel Rooms. The second floor was the Casino. The Chinatown Hotel was the Chronicles everything. It was nearly impossible for hostiles to infiltrate the hotel, the buildings that surrounded it were also filled with Chronicles and a barricade surrounded those buildings turning a small part of Chinatown into a fortress.

Mark was frisked upon entering they took his M1911's and allowed him passage, Mark requested to speak to Scarlet Rose about the Rebellion and he was sent to the penthouse with four Chronicle Guards. When they got into Scarlet's Office Mark sat at the table.

"You say you have important info on the Rebellion, whats your price?"

"How about a room in your Hotel, a couple of beers, a canister of Jet and you for a night?"

Scarlet looked at him with annoyance, "I need to know what info you have on them before I accept."

"Fair enough. There base is in the White Horse Tavern in Greenwich, its in the slums and it looks like a random ruin. Several Rebel guards are in front of the tavern but they appear as hobos. Also they think I am working for them."

"You found there base? How? We have been searching for years!"

"The Business knows everything."

"What the Business? Everyone thinks there a myth, I knew they existed! Your apart of them?"

"Not anymore. I tried to leave them and they [censored] tried to kill me. I wasn't hostile towards them, I was there friend. I just wanted a different life and they tried to [censored] kill me. Another thing I want for giving you this information other then your lovely body is the Chronicles help in killing all of those [censored]ers."

"I accept, may I ask your name? I mean if were going to be spending a night together I want to know your name."

"Name is Mark Never miss Scarlet Rose. Well its not really Mark Never, my real name is Marcus Adam Neverea but Mark Never sounds more bad ass."

"Mark Never, nice to meet you."

"I have an idea Scarlet, I am going to tell some Rebels that a bunch of Chronicles are planning to gather up near East Village to invade Greenwich, they will send a ton of men, this is where the Chronicles come in. You should have a couple squad hiding in East Village and when the Rebels arrive you surprise attack them, they won't see it coming."

"Nice idea Mark, you've earned yourself more then one night."

» Sat May 28, 2011 8:29 am

Robert Park

Somebody else was pounding on the door this time. However, this time, the person seemed to have the courtesy to knock rather than forcefully break down the hydraulic door. Robert viewed one of his cameras, this time it was one person who seemed to be lost.

Robert tapped into the intercom of that room and used his regular speaking voice rather than a robotic voice.

"Hello and welcome to the Future Tek bunker in Manhattan Island," Robert said, "As you have seen above, a war is brewing between the ruling faction, the Chronicles, and the Rebels. I don't want either to win. So we're at a stalemate. I don't want my core AI to be replaced with a potato and you don't want to die. I'm opening the main doors in 3, 2, 1..."

When Robert hit one, the main bunker door made a crackling sound as the giant cog door opened.

"Follow the yellow lights to my main chamber," Robert said as he activated a series of dim yellow light fixtures on the ground, leading to his main chamber.

» Sat May 28, 2011 4:37 am

Rango never was scared in his entire life then now, but he didn't show it.
Cautiosly, he entered the Bunker slowly. He was going to unholster his revolver just in case, but he instead delcined and made way deeper in the bunker with a determined face.
"just thought I'd bring you some lovely flowers," Rango chuckled, hopefully to add some friendly humor on this new meeting.
Rango sttod right infront of the chamber and waited for the doors to open. His face sweated mildly, and he wiped his forehead with his hat, his medium lengthed hair swaying.
"So, you-you-- you called me in here?" Rango asked, stuttering without realizing.

» Sat May 28, 2011 10:31 am

Sir Lucius Courtney

Several heads rolled as the order to begin executing captured Rebels was passed down. Lucius himself had his blade to the neck of a particularly young man, maybe five years his junior. Nonetheless the stalwart knight didn't hesitate, bringing his blade high above his head then chopping downward with great force. The head was severed cleanly enough and the young man suffered no pain. Once the order to burn the warehouse was given, Lucius took two large cans of turpentine and began coating the outside walls with it, doing so until he'd partially covered each side.

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a Rebel squirming on the ground like an earthworm. The knight who'd wounded him apparently forgot to finish the job. Finding the opportunity too grand to pass by, Lucius grabbed the Rebel by the collar and dragged him into the warehouse which now reeked of turpentine and other combustible liquids. The Rebel could barely speak but Lucius could make out the words "Spare me". Rage flashed in Lucius' eyes for a brief moment as he pictured his father being cut apart by his enemies, spurring him to continue forward. Once the rebel was sitting in the dead center of the warehouse Lucius grabbed a lit torch and twirled it in his hands, thoroughly enjoying the fear in his victims eyes.

As the Rebel looked around he soon realized what was to occur, though it was far too late. The doors of the warehouse had been sealed, and Lucius had already ignited the outside of the warehouse with his torch. The entire building went up in a matter of seconds with the walls covered in combustible fluid burning through rather quickly. Lucius could hear screams from inside as he casually wiped the blood from his sword, the vague hint of a grin on his face.

» Sat May 28, 2011 5:20 am

Robert Park

As the person walked to his main chamber, Robert opened the door, which was a simple explosion proof door. The main chamber was massive. It was arranged in a circular fashion with 5 doors positioned nearly at perfect distance from the last one. One that lead outside the main chamber and the three doors that lead to each of Robert's rooms. The last door was the room for the scientist and doctor's chamber.

At the very center of the room was Robert's AI System, a massive structure with one glowing eye, staring straight at the man.

"Oh hi," Robert said, "How are you? Because now you're involved in a Future Tek project that may as well determine the course of Manhattan Island.'

After he finished, Robert's AI system went closer to the man. "Now then, a Rebellion base has been completely wiped out by the Knights of Arthur. Soon, the Knights will stumble upon this bunker and the ideal plan for me is to help them against the Chronicles. And according to the surface cameras, you seem to be great at murder."

Robert gave a gentle laugh. "Right now, I have no offensive power. Every room of this bunker, at any time can be filled with deadly neurotoxins but the only force I have are 50 sentry bots, Mr. Handy janitors and maintenance bots, and 30 or so scientists and doctors. As you can see, nothing too special. But you, you can go to the Knights of Arthur and lead them to this bunker to negotiate."

"So, have fun with that. Oh and you should take this," Robert said as he opened up a small pedestal right in front of him, revealing a fully automatic AK-47 and a crate full of rounds.

» Sat May 28, 2011 7:11 pm

"What if I don't wanna go? Why can't you go, or come along?" John asked.

He put the ak on his sling with the repeater, weighing him down just alittle.

"Where can I find these Arthur guys?"

» Sat May 28, 2011 2:52 pm

Colonel Lucifer Xavier. Chinatown Hotel

Lucifer was in the lobby of the Chinatown Hotel, he was sipping on a glass of whiskey. Three Chronicle guards burst into the Hotel all of them with a look of shock on there face, Lucifer downed his whiskey and got up from the stool he was sitting on.

"You guys look like you've seen a ghost, whats up?" asked Lucifer.

"[censored] nothing scary, but theres smoke coming from Soho, near Fort Suicide!" said one of the Rebels.

"Fort Suicide is burning? Stupid Rebels accidentally set there own Fort on fire, [censored] fools I should just let them kill themselves."

"Well this is where the bad news comes in, a scout was observing the Fort and saw the Knights of Arthur attack the Fort, they killed everyone there with minimum losses. The Knights are back Colonel."

"[censored]. I need to tell Scarlet."

Lucifer turned around and saw that Scarlet was standing behind him, Lucifer jumped a little and noticed someone beside her.

"Scarlet, I guess you heard then. The Knights are back."

"Not good news at all, but we've beaten them before we can do it again."

"Yeah but when the Knights last attacked us those Rebel terrorists were nothing. Now were in a three way war man, the Knights of Arthur have declared war on the Rebels and the Rebels are going to think it was us! Everyone at Fort Suicide was killed."

"Trust me Lucifer, we will come out on top no matter what. We have found the HQ of the Rebels and are setting up an ambush."

"So what if we know what there HQ is, that is not going to help us at all! What are we going to do Scarlet just march into Greenwich and expect not to be shot at!"

"Look man [censored] forget about it, the Rebels are nothing, but the Knights of Arthur, they can be a problem. The Rebels think I am working for them, I am leading them into a death trap that will kill at least three squads of them. Chronicles are already waiting for my arrival in East Village. You should focus on the Knights of Arthur, I'll handle the Rebels."

"[censored] off, who the [censored] are you? Scarlet why'd you let the piece of [censored] in here! I can do my own job you [censored] face."

"Hey [censored] you buddy I am trying to help you out here."

"I don't give to [censored], you can continue to [censored] around with the Rebels but I am going to lead my Chronicles to battle against both of them!"

"Fine whatever. dike."

» Sat May 28, 2011 2:46 pm

Alex “the sheriff” Carlson – the 5th floor of Chinatown hotel (I’m not sure how many floors there are will edit if there is less)

Alex was sitting on his bed on the 5th floor of Chinatown hotel, drinking a bottle of Nuka cola whilst reading a per-war on Cars when he said an explosion coming from fort suicide out of his small, dirty window

What [censored]s going on over there? guess my break is over...

Putting on his leather duster and hat, Alex left his room and walked down stairs to the lobby, were Lucifer was having an argument with some guy Alex had seen walking around Soho before...

Look man [censored] forget about it, the Rebels are nothing, but the Knights of Arthur, they can be a problem. The Rebels think I am working for them, I am leading them into a death trap that will kill at least three squads of them. Chronicles are already waiting for my arrival in East Village. You should focus on the Knights of Arthur, I'll handle the Rebels."

"[censored] off, who the [censored] are you? Scarlet why'd you let the piece of [censored] in here! I can do my own job you [censored] face."

"Hey [censored] you buddy I am trying to help you out here."

"I don't give to [censored], you can continue to [censored] around with the Rebels but I am going to lead my Chronicles to battle against both of them!"

"Fine whatever. dike."

Alex walked up Lucifer and saluted him” Sir could I speak to you in private for minute”

Alex and Lucifer moved to quieter part of lobby

“ That guy looks like trouble and I think he need to be taken out Now, would be okay if I follow him once he leaves the hotel and when we get somewhere quiet he has an “accident” alex asked...