"I guess we should. The weapons they had were very powerful and used some common laser rifle ammo. I say we keep the guns and armor, but the tech and supplies you should sell" as Ermine finished the boy ran to a group of men, still holding guns. Christine walked back to Ermine with a woman, probably thirty or so...

goin to bedsoon, i havent been tired in a while and im feeling a little heavy

"Hey there man. long time no see!" hollered Wale to Dox. "What's happenin'?"

"Nothin Chief, just trying to figure out how you got so ugly." he hollered back "Nah man might look like bum [censored] nowhere, and it might be.... bum [censored] nowhere, but it aint bad. They got there own bartent, with darts! Were gonna be Oscar Mike soon, so lets get a buzz on before we have to hightail it."

"Hell yeah! I heard that!" and with that Wale and his men walKed toward the nearest booze.

Vasili's group turned away from the figures in the distance, heading towards bleak rock.
After a few miles were travelled, they realised the figures would not be coming after them, and all relaxed slightly.

Vasili went back to the radio, hoping to get in touch with this 'Carl' from before; finding the frequency he had been on earlier, Vasili spoke into the mike.
" This is Vasili Mihailov of the Peoples Uprising, heading for Bleak Rock, is anyone out there? " He set it on loop and sat back drinking vodka.

Otieno walked over alongside the cart as it moved, " How can you drink so much without it affecting you at all? "

" I had a mother which, when i was teething, gave me vodka. Tooth ache, vodka. I used to drink heavily when i was younger also. "



Falcar could see Bleak Rock in the far off distance
Finally, out of the barren wasteland

Near Bleak Rock, Peoples Uprising Caravan

Kids ran excitedly back and forth, weaving between the carts.
Civilians and trained troops alike anticipate their arrival at Bleak Rock.
Vasili sits at the radio, awaiting a respone from 'Carl'. Falcar walks at the head of the group, squinting to try and get a better look ahead. Otieno sits in a cart, scanning the horizon for movement through his Sniper Rifle scope.

Suddenly the man, the one they had found earlier, awakens.
Timmy, who has been watching him this whole time is startled as he wakes up slowly, gripping his shirt in a fist. " .... Where ... Where am I? "
" You're with the Peoples Uprising sir, You'll have a chance to speak with the leadership of our group later," Timmy pointed in the direction of Bleak Rock," Just as soon as we get right up there .. "

( OOC: Where exactly is Bleak Rock located? )

"Heyo? this's Carl gid damnit! watcha been needin?!"

Vasili let out a sigh, relieved to finally be awnsered, " We are nearly at Bleak Rock. We are hungry, tired, and thirsty. If you could possibly have some fresh supplies and an area to set up camp, preferably with a building or two, it would be appreciated, and not forgotten. We also have a man with us whom we found in the middle of the wastelands, he was unconcious when we found him, and has only woken up once since. We believe he is dehydrated, he needs medical attention, which we cannot provide for him at this time. over. "

OOC: It's a non canon town west of Rockopolis, off the map.

Bleak Rock

Johnny went about getting the small village ready for more arrivals. He readied the small amount of food and water they had to share. Hopefully the equipment they can scavenge off the “government” soldiers would reimburse their losses.

Off in the distance seven hundred metres away, a lone sniper watched the commotion. The insignificant village of Bleak Rock seemed to be a rallying point for treasonous forces. This would not do, the unprovoked attack on the genetic testers would not go unpunished, the blatant disobedience to the true American government would not go unpunished.

( OOC: Alright. Why do you guys always seem to come on late? It's 9:50 PM here. )

Bleak Rock, Peoples Uprising Caravan

As the group entered the town, the civilians began to excitedly look about and pvssyr.
The troops scanned the area intently, not entirely sure just how friendly the people here would be.

Vasili jumped down from the wagon, Combat Shotgun in hand, as the groups formation tightened.

Dox pulled up a barstool next to Whale an Adnre, and ordered a bottle of vodka. "So.." he said pouring everyone a glass. "Tell me you brought up some *verticle smile* with you. Out here getting burnt in the sun is enough to drive anyone crazy. But as long as your getting some... man everything will still be ok." Gulping down his first swig. He whipped his rifle from his back to his lap and began cleaning it, it was like a little kid grabbing his junk in public, if he couldnt find anything better to do, he'd do something productive.

Ermine was completely ignoring Rebecca's thanks and questions. Where is Carl? If I were CarlI would've......the bar., Ermine rushed away,"Ma'am just keep Christine safe and all that, no need to thank me and I'll answer your questions later."
He walked into the bar, Ermine saw two men talking with Dox, he was cleaning his gun, barbarian, its ridiculous how ignorent these men can be. Carl was in the corner at a table, smoking, drinking and inhaling jet. Carl's eyes uneasily moved around the room, focusing on Ermine, "Ermine! my lil' weasel weasel budday! Whatcha been dooooin?" Ermine pulled a chair next to Carl, "Listen carl, I got a 'shipment' I need you to go pick up for me," Ermine searched through his pockets, he pulled out a crumpled piece of canvas, covered in ink, "this,this is the map Carl. You do not lose this or let anyone see this. Its a shipment of guns, armor, chemicals, and fuel. I trust you Carl, I want you to gather some other winders, get the three best we have. You're only taking the cab of your truck, We're going to keep the bed back here in case any Enclave comes back." He handed the map to Carl, "Boss, I can do this, lemme giya the keys to the weapon locker" he handed Ermine a small set of keys. "I'll back the bed somewhere it'll be useful, just stay here and keep a clear head, however you do that. You're leaving tommorow."

(it is mid day correct?)

Bleak Rock, Peoples Uprising Caravan

Empty.. Where was everyone..

Spotting a bar, Vasili told the group to wait there, and chose a few men to go in with him.

Falcar, Otieno, Frank, Carlo, Vito, and Vasili approached the dusty building, clamourus noises coming from inside.
Vasili opened the cold, creaking door.
The bar was crowded; Soldiers, and Mecenary looking types all over. The group waited by the door for someone to approach.

Andrews Air Force Base, Eight Miles East of Washington DC

The company stood to attention in the hangar, ten verti-birds were being wheeled out of storage and were being fuelled up. Two of those were being outfitted with all sorts of weaponry, the designated gunships. The Enclave Captain gave the prepared soldiers one last look over, and then let the platoon leaders take over.

The company fell out and mounted their transports, the pilots fired up their rotors and eased up off the runway. The Captain climbed aboard the last bird to leave. The verti-birds formed a arrow formation led by the gunships, heading west.

Ermine stood up and wen't for the door. He saw a small group of Russian men standing at the doorway, their weapons at hand. "Hey, listen there is no need to keep your weapons at hand. This is a safe place, we have called you all here for a reason. Be social my friend, sit down and have a drink. And if youre a good boy, you'll be in on the treat I'll be serving."
Ermin hopped into Carl's truck, he studied the town, it had a square shape, he had two winders to a house, there were two houses that winders would be in at the north side and one house at the southeast end. Now where will you go? Ermine looked at the west side, a tall, ramp-like cliff jutted into the town. He drove the truck to the top of the cliff, parking the flatbed at the edge. He parked it and unlpacked the .50 machine gun, he usedCarl's supplies toset up a camp. He would wait until tommorow to get everything set up, it was late.

Out of the corner of Dox's eye he picked up on a furry russian hat. "What the f**kkkkkkk" He mouthed to himself not letting any words out. He nudged Whale "Check over there man! What the hell are commies doing here?" Whale just shrugged. "Hey bartender, send those lovely russian gentlemen all a round of apple juice, on me. Oh and if you have any pineapple and those little umbrella's that would be great!" They watched the waitress approach the table with the drinks as he and a bunch of the POSS cracked up.

Character Sheet
Name: Rosie
Age: 22
Race: Polish
Description:
Eye Colour: Grey
hair Colour: Red
Hair Style: If let loose her hair would probably be down to her shoulders; However she ties it up on the top back of her head.
Build: Rosie is short and stout with a muscular build yet she is not lacking on female assets.

Equipment:
Her armour is combat armour however it has been completely covered in flame retardent paint to stop it setting alight, it has a turtle neck to protect her neck and her gloves are made from kevalar again to stop burning. Under everything she wears a skin tight thermal suit, it holds in her sweat to stop both dehydration and over heating.

Rosie carries a small comb in her inside briast pocket of her combat armour, this comb was given to her by her mother.
She carries NO guns.

Bio:
Rosie believes that all are equal and must work together to repopulate and regrow the wasteland, she has only led the huge group for a few years as Cain had run it since she became old enough to do so herself, Cain is still a huge part of running the Group and is like an Uncle to Rose.
The group does its best to keep on the good side of everyone, it is fairly self sufficient and aslong as their are water sources and minor Vegitation they can keep breeding thier Brahmin for food and milking them for fluid.
However some group especialy one they once met called the Enclave believe that the diverse group are freaks and need to be destroyed...
This however on thier last encounter over fifteen years ago did not go exactly to plan, they killed Joan and her Husband but they were brutally shredded by the sheer mass of the groups weapons.

Faction Sheet
Faction Name: St Joan's Refugees, more commonly known as The Group.
Troop Numbers: 67
Civilian Numbers: 147
Children Numbers: 42
Brahmin Numbers: Male 32, Female 230
Dogs: 13

Economy:
The huge group of Refugees slowly move across the wasteland, they move at the speed thier Brahmin eat the grass, as they do this their brahmin leave their waste(Poo).
This waste contains undigestable seeds and thier waste provides good compost with which the seeds can grow, whilst crossing the waste they regrow the waste...
Slowly but surely.
They are a sight to behold, one of the largest Caravans ever noticed in the USA Wasteland, they drink the females milk and sell/ eat the males.
Aswell as selling in Brahmin the group often encounter holstile creatures these they are able to sell.
As for Factions, they do their best to never have to fight other humans or mutate forms of humans, even on occasions tradign with raiders and slavers.

Indepth:
The group was started by a single Women, Joan, Rosies mother.
She was a Brotherhood Renergade from the war against the Master, after weeks of walking the wasteland she encountered a Supermutant.
The two fought vicousely both unarmed they engaged in hand to hand, rolling around on the dirt floor of the wasteland. After several hours both were exhausted and lay panting on the floor, neither had seriose injuries and before long both began to laugh histerically.
The two travelled together for many miles, covering great distances.
As they did many followed them; Humans, ghouls, a few mutants and even a Brainbot.
In more recent time Rosie met a raider, she gave birth to Rosie, however both her Mother and Father died and Rosie now leads her mothers Refugees.

Some of the most promenant members of the Group:
Cain the large mutant who first fought with Joan, he wields a large M60 machinegun and wears armour made up of cars and scrap rivited together.
ICUπ (last letter of his name is a Pi Symbol) is a Brainbot, it escaped from a prewar bunker after erasing its own memoury to stop itself from having to return.(Obveously no one knows this) It is equipped with a Laserrifle of which it has linked to itself and thus requires no ammo to fire it.
Ken is an old Raider captain (Not Rosies father), he and his group joined the group after turning on thier ex gang, he is equipped with a Desert Eagle and a MadMax leather Jacket.

Total numbers:
Rosie: Neither a Soldier or a Civilian.
Mutants: Cain + 4 all soldiers.
Robots: ICUπ soldier.
Ghouls: 5 Soldiers, 30 Civilians, 2 Brahmin Herders.
Ex-Raiders: Ken + 20 Soldiers, 7 Civilians, 1 Brahmin Herder.
Ex-Slaves: 2 Soldiers, 4 Civilians, 15 Brahmin Herders.
Refugees: 1 Solder, 68 Civilians, 18 Brahmin Herders.
Rangers: (Anti Slavery Mercenaries) 23 Soldiers.
Children: 42
Ex-Merchant Bodyguards: 10 Soldiers (they are still bodyguards but travel in the group with their original Merchants.)
Ex-Merchants: 6 Civilians (they are still Merchants but travel with group and sell their wares seperately.)
Brahmin Numbers: Male 32, Female 230
Dogs: 13

Equpment:
Mutants: Cain + 4 all soldiers. (All bits of scrap metal for armour rivited together: 1 M60, 1 Sledgehammer, 1 Shotgun, 1 Missle Launcher, 1 AssaultRifle.)
Robots: ICUπ soldier. (Self Powered Laser Rifle.)
Ghouls: 5 Soldiers. (3 Leather armour, 1 Hunting Rifle, 2 9mm Pistol, 1 Pipe Rifle, 1 BB Gun. )
Ex-Raiders: Ken + 20 Soldiers. (10 Leather armour, 2 Metal Armour, 1 Combat armour, 6 Scrap Armour, 1 FN FAL, 1 Jackhammer, 1 Hunting Rifle, 1 9mm Machinegun, 2 Bats, 3 9mm Pistols, 4 32. Revolvers. 2 Desert Eagles, 1 .223 Pistol, 4 Spears.)
Ex-Slaves: 2 Soldiers, (1 Knife, 1 Brass Knuckle.)
Refugees: 1 Solder, (1 Sledge Hammer, 1 Leather Jacket.)
Rangers: (Anti Slavery Mercenaries) 23 Soldiers. (All Combat Armour, 1 Flamer, 1 Minigun, 2 Combat Shotgun, 4 FN FAL, 3 AK47, 3 H&KG11, 1 H&K CAWS, 5 H&K P90, 1 Ripper.)
Ex-Merchant Bodyguards: 10 Soldiers (All Metal Armour, 4 9mm Machineguns, 2 Desert Eagles, 2 Combat Shotguns, 2 FN FAL)
(Alot of the Herders are armet with Cattleprods, some with sticks and some with flares.)


Introduction:
The huge group slowly worked its way across the wastland, they had no permenant cities as their pressence was unsustainable. To keep all thier people fed they must keep moving, and more and more people joined every new settlement they arrived at.
People of all walks of life all wishing safe haven in the largest group of people gathered in the wasteland, they sold as they went and even on some occasions bought slaves to liberate them steering away from violence even though they knew they could wipe out the small groups of slavers.

"Everyone must live to save our Wasteland!" The voice rang out from the centre of the crowd, it was Rosie the Matriarch.
"We all must stand together, the big ang the small!"
A Large shout of agreement echoed around the crowd: women and children whilsed, a couple of Raiders shot a single shot off from their guns and large mutants roared.
"You are my brothers and my sisters, and our shepered and our keepers(She is talking about the guards) and because of all of you we will live and we will reproduce!" A Gun shot echoed through the air, then more across to one side of the sea of people and brahmin one of the Rangers was now firing shot after shot from his H&K CAWS shotgun into something.

The Crowd parted slowly like the sea as other Ex-Raiders and Guards ran to the mans aid.
A ghiant Rad scorpion lay in pieces in front of the man, he was unhurt and no brahmin had been injured.

"See my brothers and sisters, it is people like that man who shepered and protect us on our quest for safety and repopulation of our great Wasteland!" Rosie rallies the crowd once again and a large mutant picks her up putting her on his shoulder.
"We now must move on! The grass here has been used and now we must continue on our journey."

The caravan kick started into action, it suddenly became huge, the crowds no longer packing in to hear Rosie speak they spreaded out, brahmin spreading out with them and guards taking the very outside of the group, atleast a kilometer wide and two kilometers long the huge group continued its long march east towards the Captital Desert.

OCC: I am still in this but I just dont know where to join.

( OOC: to everyone calling us a group of russian men, I AM Russian, Falcar is American, Otieno is decendant from white north africans and born in America, Carlo and Vito are Italian, Frank is Russian-American, and Victor is Russian American. )

Vasili put away his shotgun and motioned for the others to put away their weapons as well.
The floor creaked as the group walked towards the bar and sat down.
Speaking amongst themselves in English, and bits of each others languages they had slowly learned, the group seemingly ignored the comment.
When brought glasses of apple juice the men looked questioningly to Vasili.
Vasili spoke softly so only his men could hear, " Drink it. They are ignorant, we cannot help that, only they can. Think of this as, you being thirsty, and a thirst quencher laid before you, forget their intended insult. We will not give them the satisfaction of bothering us with it. "
They all drank the juice simultaneously, placing the glasses back down.

Otieno leaned back and nodded a thank you to the soldiers.
The group had a round of Vodka and Scotch before speaking.
" Where's this ummm .. Carl. "

Ermine's eyes drifted to the radio, we could use even more men, the Enclave are going to be driven out for good. He switched on the radio and sighed, "This is Ermine of The Winders, if you have a hate for the Enclave and can shoot a gun, hack a computer, or do medical work come to the coordinates following this message. This message will be on a loop and is on a public frequency. If you decide you wish to join us here then I will tell you that this is a neautral zone and NO ONE will be engaging anyone else in any form of combat." He switched the frequency to a loop and returned to the bar.

Carl finsihed his thrid bottleof scotch and stood up. He approached Vasilli's table and pulled a stool from the bar upto it, making him a foot higher than everyone else. "You there! You that Russio? That guy I been talking to with the...the people's.....republic of russiaaaaa?"



(there you go gursky)

" It is the Peoples Uprising. And yes, i am. "

I don't particularily like these men. Unless i am given reason to stay, we are out of here as soon as possible.

"Well then! Let me buy you all!....some drinks!" Carl tossed the empty glasses at Dox and his friends' feet,shattering them. "Those guys! Those guys are [censored]s! Damn right! Big bossay boss weaser weasel'll be here soon! Sorray but he's a lil weird, quiet like and such. There he is now!" he stood up and ran to Ermine, who had just walked in.
Ermine had changed into combat armor with longe sleeves and fingerless gloves. "Bossy! That there Russio! He'd been that boy I been talkin to on that there radio" he looked over Ermine'snew outfit, "Bossy you look like an armored skeltin!" Ermine glared at Carl and handed him one of his keys, "I still needto unlock your safe and have everything completely set up so I'll need to keepthe other keys for now." Carl looked at his hands, still cupped like he expected something else. Ermine ignored him and walked to Vassilli, "You'll have to forgive my men andthose.....brutes at the bar. I assure you we have a large amount of civilized men amung The Winders. I understand my friend Carl told you to come here? Perhaps you are here to erradicate the 'remnants' of our 'government' as well?"

" Remnants of our government? You mean those Enclave people? The ones i've been hearing about on the radio? If they've got some good technology .. And maybe someone can teach a few of us to use Power Armor ... "

We need .. More weapons, more of a "Uniform", and civilians must be trained in combat.