Life isnt Fair.

We all know that. But no one knows it better than 2 people. These two people were children, who where kidnapped by an insane wasteland doctor named Dr. Robertul. Who is this Doctor you ask? One of the most wanted criminals in the entire world. the good Dr. R used to be a famous wasteland doctor, that new a amazing cure for radiation. Unfortuantly, one day, he injected too much into himself after a lethal dose of radiation. In too large of quanities, it produced the same affect as a large,but not too large, dose of radiation. He became a ghoul. He then discovered he was resistant to radiation. This facinated him. He then thought about the experiments he could do to explore the effects of radiation. He started out taking dying wastelanders and giving htem large doses orf radiation. When he discovered they died more quickly. He needed healthy test subjects. So he began kidnapping normal humans. Some were ghoulified, and then killed, as not to reveal the location of the doctors lab. Some were killed. Others were turned into horrible beasts.

Now, back to the children. The doctor needed to see what happened on small children. So he kidnapped two very important peoples children. These two important people were two families that held alot of sway in the markets around the wasteland. Ricardo Jameson was the father of a lovely young girl named Violet. Ricardo would do anything for his daughter. Hell, he would spend 1000 caps just to buy his daughter a teddy bear. Unfortunatly, his daughter did not love him so. Although he did not see it, Violet hated being spoiled and sheltered. She had plans to run away before shhe was kidnapped

Nikolai Dongradin, a very important weapon shipper. He had maid millions in the weapon trnasferring market. He didnt spoil his son, but he didnt spend enough time wth him either. Dimitri Dongradin, Nikolai's son craved his fathers attention, but never got it. He did all sorts of things to impress his father. Clean his guns, scavenge for ammo, even selling them. But Nikolai just didnt care. So Dimitri hated his life at home. He was sitting on his bed one nght cleaning a missle launcher when he was kidnapped.

So the Dongradins and the Jamesons got together and pooled there caps to purchase a vertibird from The Enclave and some Mercenaries so they could find their children

Thats were you come in

You meet with the leader in The Muddy Rudder bar in Rivet City
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And now, time for..... THE FIRST POST!





Mel was leaning against the wall in The Muddy Rudder bar in Rivet City. He had just been selected to lead a team of mercenaries to find some snot-nosed kids. To Mel, all this job meant was more caps for more gear and Nuka-Cola. The other people that had signed on were supposed to meet him here, today. He started thinking about the people coming.

What if they're all new to this kind of thing? What if I'm stuck with a bunch of rookies? He started thinking. But, soon his mind wandered off into how he was going to spend his share of the caps. Mel had always been one that liked getting new toys to blow stuff up with. He loved the new feel of a firearm in his hands.

The others should be here soon He thought, and calmly pulled out a Nuka-Cola bottle from his equipment bag and started drinking it, waiting for the others to come in.

Niko walks into the muddy rudder drunk and sez " im here for the Rag Slag peepers"

He walks up to Mel and takes his nuka cola drinks half of it and gives back. Niko sez" tastes like [censored]!

After drinking that irradiated crap he walked over to the bar tender asked for 3 vodkas and sat next to Melvin.

((OOC: Dingo, hate to say this, but that post was really bad and lazy I feel...))

John walked down the staircase towards the muddy rudder. He had been notified to come to the bar as part of his contract, to work as part of a team to get some kids back to their parents. John had only taken the job because the pay was good, he didn't care if the kids were still alive when they found them, just aslong as he got paid.

Going into the Muddy Rudder, John went to the bar, pulling down his scraf from the lower part of his face and asked for a beer. Handing a few caps and recieved a bottle of beer in return, John scanned the room, figuring out who the others were he would be partnered with. After looking upon a man he assumed would be part of the team, he sat at a table near where is was, not bothering to introduce himself, not yet anyhow.

Travis walked on Rivet City's bridge. He was supposed to be joining some merc group. Once he got inside the stairwell, he began to walk down to the Muddy Rudder as told on the paper. Just to re-cap, he pulled out the crumpled peice of paper from his pocket and read.

Ragtag Reapers
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Mercenaries needed
Meet at the Muddy Rudder
in Rivet City to join

There was more, but Travis hesitated to go on. That was all he needed to know. He continued down the stairs to the bottom of the ship. He got to the door, and turned the large wheel on the door. The door made a loud creak as it opened. The air in the Muddy Rudder was musty and thick. It was kind of hard to breathe. Travis walked past a pool table, then went down the next set of stairs.

There were a few people sitting at the counter. Travis continued to the counter, then sat at one of the chairs when he reached it. He ordered a whiskey. Once the waitress came from the back with the alcohol, Travis slapped a few caps on the table and pushed it to her. He pulled a cigarette from his front pocket and lit it up. "So, what's all this about the 'Ragtag Reapers'?" Travis asked after svcking on the cigarette. It wasn't specifically towards anyone, but anyone listening.

((OOC:Where is everybody?))

((OOC: Mikhail is here))

He was lucky to find these men. The only thing that led him here was a small flyer and an anonymous tip. He sat down next to one of the, "Ragtag Reapers", and asked for a vodka. It was then that he started to make convorsation. "So, I heard you and your group are tasked with finding two lost children?". "Yes, yes we are.", said the tough and hardened man. Mikhail asks, "So, if you are taking openings, what's the pay if we get these kids back?" "Don't know yet but if we get them back alive those parents will practicaly throw their caps at us." Just then a grimy wastelander with a horrible stench wlked by and spilled Mike's vodka. "I want to join the Ragtag Reapers, I assume sort of a test would be in order?" To which the man replied, "Yes, I believe that would do." He yelled at the wastelander for spilling his vodka, and knocked him unconscious with a single blow, a few of his teeth spilling out on to the floor. "That, is what I can do."

((Rabius. I assume you're new to RPing on these forums, from the looks of it you're taking control of other people's characters or adding characters in, you shouldn't do that. Read the sticky if it helps.))

Ralph was a little nervous at the sight of Rivet City. It had been a long time since he ditched Rivet City Security out of the blue,with a good deal of stolen equipment. He wondered if they would remember him,and kill him on sight. They wern't ones to hold a grude,but he did something he wasn't proud of that day. He betrayed them,and he knew it.

He sniffed his arm for a second and detected the faint smell of ghouls on him. "Maybe I shouldn't have visited mom before coming here. People just cant seem to tolerate that smell. Well its this job,or camping in the ruins. Still dont know how I survived those three weeks in Georgetown." Reluctantly,Ralph went up the railing and pressed the button on the intercom.

The intercom made a crackling sound as it turned on and a voice spoke through. "State your buisness in Rivet City." After summoning up some courage Ralph said,"Uuh...just here to get some buisness done hear. I'm to understand that a merc group is to gather inside the Rivet City."The silence that followed worried him a bit.

He jumped at the sudden crack of the intercom."Yes,that is on our authorization list,but the council has instituted a provisionary law that limits the number of immigrants that may enter the city per week. We have reached that limit for today. Entry is denied. Come back in four days."

Ralph couldn't believe it. After all the crap he went through to just get here,he wasn't going to let this ass,and another one of Bannon's laws stop him. He immediately pressed the button again,and was answered by a clearly annoyed voice. "Look buddy. I'm in no mood for this crap,just go your not getting in." Ralph was getting a little desperate and said something he probably shouldn't have. " I'm a citizen here. Seriously. I-I can prove it. My name is Kyle R. Winters,check for my name."

"Kyle R. Winters?",said the voice. Please wait. What seemed like an eternity passed,when the intercom came back to life. "Entry granted. Welcome back citizen. Please wait for the bridge to extend to you." The sound of the bridges gears brought a few memories back. Ralph did the same duties as this guy back in the day.

He was half way across the bridge when he was met by three security officers at the other end of the bridge. The one with a chinese assualt rifle came forward. He wasn't familiar to Ralph. "Hold it right there. Mind explaining why a security officer that is listed as dead for two years has come back to haunt us?"

Ralph tried with little success to keep from looking nervous. "Yah,I sorta went AWOL two years ago,but I still have my name on my uniform." He pointed to his name on the old-tired security armor that had kept him alive for these two years away. Quite literally his most precious possesion.

The man took a good look at Ralph,and finally said,"Fine,there really isnt anything that contradictes your story,but I have my eye on you." He put his hand out to shake Ralph's hand and said,"Chief of Security Harkness,at your service. If what you say is true,then you left before my time. You'll be welcome here,as long as you dont start playing cop again in my city."

His heart still beating a mile a minute from the scare,Ralph made his way down to the Muddy Rudder. He wondered if Belle still had that stash of un-watered down wine for the more "civilised" customers. She should still remember him for being the only one down there that qualified for it.

OOC: Lets not make the guy who just got knocked out me okay,thanks.

(OOC: It was jsut a random wastelander, not anyone who's being RP'd by us. and aslo at black, i read the sticky and it didnt say the whole wasteland had to be deserted of anyone but RP'd chars... at least that i noticed.
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((IT's just that when your character asked about the Reapers, you had someone reply with, "yes we are." Far as I know that seems to indicate one of our characters because as far as I know there is only our chars there, it's speech as well, not just actions. If it wasn't intention that why, sorry, but just a heads up.))

Hey! Cut out the OOC or I will think about closing this. :stare:



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"This tape should hold your fingers in place. Just don't strain them too much and they should heal up within the week. That'll be thirty caps, ma'am," said the doctor.

"Thanks, doc. Here you are," Erin said grudgingly.

Erin thought the price was a little high for a piece of tape, but it was better than having a twisted finger for the rest of her life. She had been tripped by one of the younger residents of Rivet City down a stairway, and when she landed, she broke her pinky finger. Since she relied on agility rather than strength when she fought, she knew it would be essential for her finger to heal properly. She promptly pulled the caps out of her coat pocket and left. She made her way down the stairwell to the Muddy Rudder to find out about the job she would be taking up. As she entered she noticed a few people were sitting together, but she wasn't positive they were the people she was supposed to be working with. She settled for a seat a few tables away. Erin ordered some noodles and sat down at the table after putting her weapons down.

Travis got no response for his question. Nothing I'm not used to, Travis thought to himself. Bunch of damn bigots. Travis began to drink his whiskey some more. He stared around the poorly lit room. No ghouls. Of course.
With nothing left to do, Travis began to lower his hand to his back pocket. He found what he was looking for and pulled it out in front of him. It was a letter from his brother Roy, he hadn't read it yet.
Travis unfolded the piece of paper and flattened it out on the table.

Hey Travis.
Anything new going on in Underworld? Sorry I haven't been writing back in so long,
I can't find that many pencils around here. Hell, I know you're having more fun than me.
Tenpenny refuses to let me in the tower. I got the caps so I just don't get why he doesn't let me in.
I'm in a metro tunnel about half a mile from the tower with some other ghouls, we're all trying to get in.
Well, anyways, if anything of interest happens, be sure to tell me. See you in a few months.

-Roy

Travis folded the paper back up, and searched his pockets for another. He found a blank piece of crumpled up paper in his shirt pocket and went to grab his pencil from his front pocket. While reaching for it, his arm hit the bottle of whiskey. It wobbled back and forth, then toppled onto the blank paper. The whiskey poured out onto the paper, not to mention the table. "Aw, dammit!" He yelled.

Mel looked at the people around him. There were quiet a few people signing up for this milk run. He then walked over to the pool table on the upper level of the bar, and cleared it off of the pool cue and balls. He then stood up there and announced something to the others.

"Hello, people that are here for the Ragtag Reapers. I'm Melvin Grotzo, but you can...no not can.... have to call me Mel. I'm going to be your leader while we search for these kids. I'll give you all a full debreifing once the others are here." Mel said, and then stepped down. He then sat down on the side of the pool table and started drinking his Nuka Cola again.

Travis grabbed up the empty bottle and set it upright. Travis picked up the paper and tossed it under the table. He stood up from the counter and started up the stairs. The man who just had announced was at the pool table. Travis walked to the pool table to talk. "Yeah, so you're the leader? If we're supposed to be looking for some kids, what the hell are we doing here?" Travis asked.

Mel looked at the ghoul that just asked hiim about the mission.

"You questioning my leadership? Listen, you freakin ghoul, I could of left you behind and took the others on the mission, but I waited for everyone. Why would I leave behind the other people that signed on for this? So shut the hell up and don't question me." Mel said, and stood up and walked down the stairs, and sat down at the bar, frustrated.

"Bigot.", Mikhail mumbles under his breath. "So, Mel, do we have ANY damn idea where these kids are?", he says out loud, "I'm not asking for coordinates or anything but, y'know just a general area, so we don't end up grid-searching all of D.C.".

Travis felt anger coursing through him. He ran back downstairs and followed the person he questioned.
"Hey ass hole bigot, I asked a question. You got a problem with me being a ghoul?" Travis said.

Ralph was starting to calm down a little now,but just a little. He was taking a big risk doing this. He wasn't even a real merc. He just found the information on this job from a group of mercs that were torn apart by a pack of hungry ferals in the metro. But the fact was he needed the money.

Taking one more deep breath,he opened the creeky hatch door into the Muddy Rudder. For the first time,he saw the Muddy Rudder filled with people. Even back when he still lived here,this place barely had anyone besides the couple of regulars. Scanning the crowd,you got what you expected from a group of mercs. People who looked one step away from being raiders,a few crazies,in the fact the only suprise was the ghoul. And it was a very pleasent suprise at that. The ghoul was argueing with a human,looking preety pissed. Ralph had seen this before,and at this rate bullets were going to be flying everywhere. And as a half-ghoul,or so Ralph would call himself,he couldn't let that happen. He was going to get between the two and stop this before he began. He hoped he understood bigots enough,and this guy would just walk away if one of the two was distracted. Ralph decided to talk to the ghoul.

"Well all be damned,I haven't seen a ghoul in Rivet City for years. Its a real pleasure to meet you." Ralph pulled out his last pack of cigarettes and offered one to the ghoul. He stared at Ralph for a while and gave an irritated moan. "Ah,I see what your thinking. I might be some bigot who is pretending to be nice,so that when you accept my gift I can take it away and bash you for trying to "steal" from me. Hey dont sweat. I go through half that [censored] myself when I visit Underworld. To be honest though,ghouls have been much better company than most humans I've met. Now at this point,you're wondering why is this smoothskin talking so damn fast. Well its because when I have just finished getting nervous I talk real fast until I finish calming down."

The ghoul still didn't say anything,but now gave him a somewhat confused look. "Now at this point I start confusing you. Well I'm close to confusing myself aswell. So before I go I just wanted to say have the whole pack,I barely smoke as it is. I personally hope we have more two-way dialouge in the near future. Now if you want a free drink just sit with me whenever you feel like it and we can share some top shelf booze. Now if you excuse me I'm going to spend every cap I have left on wine before I go have a panic attack. Have a good one friend." As he walked away the ghoul quietly lit the cigarette he was offered.

OOC: sorry about the wait, busy day
Edit: extraneous character snipped.
River staggered into the safety rail and fell flat on his ass the 4'' tall hat on his head jostling off and hitting the ground with a dull clank before looking around slowly and getting up to give the effect that he gave a damn about the barsheep and their bleating. Looking at the note he had "liberated" from a wandering doctor ,after showing the man a lovely card trick and stabbing him in the eye with his spoon, River walked slowly over to the bar and watched the festivities as a ghoul got given a verbal whipping. moving over to the group River asked loudly "So, am I to assume that this is the gathering of malcontents and murderers I heard about?" He flourished his paper with his left hand, the fork on the table disappearing in a swirl of tassels and bright colors as his right curved backwards "Love the note, quite swanky."

(OOC: Try not to add random chars, or control them. IE: Who is frank, how did you KNOW he would die in the future, who is this doctor guy, and how do you KNOW he can't dodge a spoon? and I always psot thoughts in italics, its a general RP rule, i thought id state it)

Great, another drunk. Any more of them and we may end up killing ourselves before we can get anything helpful done. "I'm Mike, welcome to the Ragtag Reapers.. uhh, River, is it?" "I hope you'll lay off the drink while we're on the mision. I don't think anyone wants a drunken man in an active merc squad. Other than that, I wecome you, how would you like a smoke?"

OOC: the frank character was something I had planned on implementing later but kinda trialed off, I'll edit that one out.
the doctor was a means for River to come to the place with a somewhat interesting back story and he did not dodge a spoon because he was distracted by the lovely card trick and it was shoved handle first into his frontal lobe via his eye.
generally I just do 'thoughts' or refer to the character in third person for thoughts but I can roll with that.

Well at least I know who to make friends with then. " pleasure to meet you, and sure." River took the offered smoke pulling a drag from it while taking a seat "thanks," puffing a second time and moving the cigarette from the left side of his mouth to the right he drawled sluggishly. "So, did I miss the explanation or are we still waitin' on people?"

John had sat there watching the commotion, not getting invovles. They had only just met, and people were already fighting with each other. John sighed and finished his beer, he studied the group. A ghoul would rip your balls off he you looked at him the wrong way, he would be fun to work with John thought, keeping his thoughts to himself.

John pushed his sunglasses back up his nose, he didn't see this mission running smoothly, he would most likely pick up and leave now if it didn't have a good pay, "When are we leaving?" John asked, finally speaking up.

Travis decided he would respond to that. "Hell, we're never gonna leave if Ballsy Bigot holds us down all day. You know what, I'm gonna cool it this time."
Travis said, backing away. Travis held the cigarette the man had gave him. He put it on his lip and walked to the person that gave him it.
"Hey, thanks for being kind of nice back there. If you hadn't said anything, I'd have my knife out in seconds. I'm getting real tired of people around here treating ghouls like [censored]." Travis said. "What's your name anyways?"

John looked at the ghoul, "Yet you treat everyone like that if they arn't ghouls," John pointed out, "What makes you any different from them now?" John most likely shouldn't of said anything like that, this ghoul had a very short fuse. John finished off his bottle of beer and hoping to sink back into isolation.

For the first time Erin spoke, "Let's keep things civilized guys."

As she said this she put her 357 magnum on the table, she made sure the pistol's weight made a definite thud. Then she leaned back in her chair and put her feet on the table.

If this keeps up we may just end up killing each other out there, Erin thought.

"Excuse me... Umm... Mel, do you know where the kids are? Or are we just following bread crumbs?" Erin asked, hoping to break the tension, and to get the group to focus.