Mary

The darkness pierced into Mary's soul as she was awoken by a loud crash somewhere off in the distance. She looked around her and saw beer bottles, cigarettes, and aa revolver laying in a pool of blood near her. She was not one bit paranoid. She grabbed the magnum drenched in blood and grinned.

"I knew that svcker was in trouble the moment I saw him. Looks like it was his time." she laughed and jumped out of bed. She put on a robe and brewed some coffee in the kitchen. There was a man in a black business suit and a black tie there, leaning against a wall. She saw him, and he spoke up.

"Regards from the Mafia." the man slapped the mail onto the dining table. He was about to leave when Mary stopped him.

"So you're the unlucky chap who was sent this time? Stop wasting your time, kid. I'm not going back." she told him. He turned his back and grimaced. He frowned at the remark. He grabbed her but Mary slapped him with a cooking pan. He dropped to the floor but got right back and kicked at the air. Mary dodged and kicked him in the crotch. He hit the ground badly and groaned.

"I don't want to do this, boy," she said, taking out her new revolver. "Though you put up a good fight." She aimed at the man's head a fired the shot.

Alexander Evans:

Alexander walked out of the School, the Garrison of Goodsprings were dead. We was just about to complement the troops when he heard a distance gunshot

"Looks like we got a sniper!" Alexander said. He ran toward the sound. He appeared at the doorway of the building.

"BREACH AND CLEAR!" He kicked the door open. And found a dead man and a woman in a robe in the building

"What the hell?" He said "Oh, sorry ma'am, we are the Militia. Haven't you heard of us? I am Alexander Evans, but you can call me Alex."
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OOC: Mexicano, MILITIA ALEX

OOC: That wasn't Alex. If you're referring to your post, then I already knew that.

OOC: Alexander Evans isn't Alexander Johanson. Militia in this RP isn't Militia in CW.

Mary

The door slammed open, and a rather handsome man stepped in. He looked down at the dead body of the Mafia Messenger. "What the hell?" He said, "Oh, sorry ma'am, we are the Militia. Haven't you heard of us? I am Alexander Evans, but you can call me Alex." Mary glared at him until she was certain she could trust him.

"I'm Mary. Just who do you think you are exactly, barging into people's homes? I don't care if your the Militia, the Second Star Mafia, or the Enclave. I want one good reason why you are in my household in five seconds before I make you all regret you were born."

Alexander Evans:

Alexander frowned. He then motioned for his original squad to come in

"Ma'am, we are here checking through, we are here to rid the Mojave of the Enclave. We thought there was a sniper up here." He couldn't stop staring at her, she clearly had a story to tell. "Ma'am, sorry for causing a disruption." He loaded his weapon when he heard the footsteps of feet.

"Ma'am, one second." He said, he walked out to be greeted with more Militiamen.

"Aye, I presume you are the Freeside folk." Said Alex

"Yea, we came here. But Damn all, we took too long, the Enclave kept moving more men to that blasted canyon." said the Militiaman. Alexander walked back into the womans house

"Ma'am, I know this is a odd question right now, would you care to join us? We need atleast four people before we can return to Bitter Springs."

Jacob Anderson

"God dammit keep your [censored] head down," He told the man who approached him, pulling him into cover. "We'll have time to exchange pleasantries later, loot whatever you can before reinforcements show up," Jacob said as he began searching bodies. Aron nodded and searched as well, both of them taking whatever weaponry and ammunition available.

"I'm guessing a few men were able to radio in before they died, so we should take to leaving rather quickly before any real trouble shows up," Aron said, and Jason nodded in reply.

Mary

"Ma'am, we are here checking through, we are here to rid the Mojave of the Enclave. We thought there was a sniper up here." He told her calmly. Mary smoothed a bit and relaxed. "Ma'am, sorry for causing a disruption." Mary was about to speak when Alex suddenly turned around. "Ma'am, one second." Mary nodded and waited until Alex finished his speech with a group of people in the center of town. Alex walked back into Mary's house.

"Ma'am, I know this is a odd question right now, would you care to join us? We need atleast four people before we can return to Bitter Springs." he asked her. While he was serious, Mary was as happy as a sea sponge.

"HELL YEAH! I've been stuck here for days, lets get out of this hell hole. Whoo!" she ran back into her bedroom and got some regular clothes on and ran back to Alex.

OOC: I'm going to jump us to Bitter Springs, which has tents all over it, along with alot of workshops and other things like that.

Alexander Evans:

Alexander, Mary, and his large task force was about to head out, when he remembered something.

"Wait here." He said to the task force. He opened his duffel bag, and pointed to Mary.

"Mary, help me here." He showed her a flag. They picked it up, and went up to the top of the Goodsprings Store with a ladder.

"Lets make this official." Alexander smiled, he put the flag onto a flag post, long rusted. He pulled out a old Luger, and started firing randomly. He then stopped.

"Lets move." He said, quite clearly.
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Five Hours Later (7:30 AM):

The Task Force made it back to Bitter Springs in Five hours.

"Hot Damn! This place is amazing!" Said a Militiaman from the Freeside Militia.

Militiamen were running everywhere. Tents, bedrolls, trash, and other things laid out everywhere. He saw the http://cakeblast.com/wp-content/themes/cakelike/images/postimg/13-Star-Flag.jpg flying on the flag pole

"Welcome to Bitter Springs, your new home until independence. " He made out a charismatic smile. The small group broke up. He hollered for Mary

"Mary, I don't look like you are from around here." He said "Your skin, it is pale, too pale. See, I can spot a person from another Wasteland from miles apart." He smiled. "See that?"

He pointed to a concrete figure with a half circle cut out of it

"That is the Hoover Dam...or was. The Enclave blew the side out of it years ago."

Mary

"Hoover Dam? Heard that place is- well was amazing. I also heard there was some kind of battle up there a long time ago. It seems like the Enclave ruins everything." Mary sighed and shed a tear, "About that "not from here" statement, I really don't want to talk about it. A story for another day." She quickly smiled and forgot all about it.

Alexander Evans:

Alexander couldn't help but smile at her. He then heard rumbling

"Damn All!" Alex screamed as he walked over to the noise, Mary tagging along like a lost puppy

"Tony, what the hell are you doing?" Alex demanded.

"Alex! We got this off of the old Johanson family place. This car, we could fix it up, and make it into a war jeep!"

"Just one?" Alex scolded

"Errr, didn't think of that." Tony said, going back to his work

Alexander walked back to Mary

"Theres some tents lying around empty, heres a sticker." He gave her a sticker and pencil "Thats to make sure no one steals your tent. Now before you do that, follow me, I am going to show you justice here." Alex walked behind some buildings, and entered a graveyard with hundreds of graves.

"All Enclave." He muttered. He then saw Enclave troops, bound, blindfolded, and squirming all about. Alexander pulled out a .44 Magnum

"REMEMBER NOVAC!" He hollered as he shot the troops, killing them all.

Mary

After walking out from a building where a man named Tony was fixing a car, Alex turned to Mary suddenly. "Theres some tents lying around empty, heres a sticker." He gave her a sticker and pencil, "Thats to make sure no one steals your tent. Now before you do that, follow me, I am going to show you justice here." They walked over to a graveyard where hundreds of Enclave soldiers laid. Then, out of no where, Enclave soldiers came over to them, blindfolded. Alex shot them all dead.

"Huh, what was that all about? Oh well, what were you saying?" Mary was finally out of her boring life in Goodsprings and nothing could stop her joy.

Aiden Kim

Aiden sighed as the other militiamen attacked with ferocious, unorganized rushes. As Alex rushed with the other militiamen directly into Enclave gunfire, Aiden set himself up on a nearby desert, covered parts of his gun with sand and started picking off the important ones.

Helicopters flew low to try and kill the militiamen with gunfire, which failed as Aiden shot down a chopper easily with a single shot to the cockpit. It landed way out of Goodsprings surprisingly, hitting the barren ground.

Alex again shot a helicopter but then it landed on the Doctor's House. Aiden groaned and kept shooting the soldiers from his position, never missing a single shot. It was like shooting fish in a barrel.

Soon, Goodsprings was clear as Aiden headed down and took out his Uzi as Alex yelled to breach a building. When they did, Aiden saw a woman in a robe near a dead body.

After Alex introduced himself, Aiden simply gave a "hn" before turning to Alex. "Is this really how militiamen fight? No strategy, simple barbaric charges? It may work for small battalions like the one stationed at Goodsprings but try doing that in a larger city, it won't end well."

Alexander Evans:

Alex ignored her question about what that was about

"Theres your tent." He pointed to a tan tent with sand floor. It was large enough to fit a person, a duffel bag, some supplies, a weapon, and a bedroll, but that was it. He handed her the essential supplies

"Your uniform. Your M-14, your duffel bag which has toothbrush, toothpaste, some rations, ammo, a compass, and whatever things you could want to put in there. Heres a bed roll. Also, heres a Journal, you can use that like a Diary or something." He handed her things and sent her on her way.

He walked to the coast line. He sat down in a meditating like position. He knew there was no mutants to worry about, the Enclave made sure to kill most, if not all, of the mutants in the Mojave. He started saying something in a hushed tone.

"Let these Tyrants begone, may they go back to their home and stay. May they never return." He mumbled as he saw a PT boat land, It was a Militia one. They were hundreds of them, they were all hidden in a cove they found on near the old Fortification Hill

"We just got word that the Enclave is sending more men, they are going to go south into Mexico and California." said the driver

"Damn all!" Cursed Alex

"I know, we could stop them, but we would have to destroy all the airports. Which means destroying the one at Indian Springs, the one at Jean, the one at Boulder City, and of course, McCarran. But still, they could just pile up into trucks, helicopters, and tanks, and drive straight to Tijuana." added the Machine Gunner

Alex got up, and walked away. The boat drove away.

Alex got back to the camp. He walked passed all of the men, and straight to the leader of the Militia.

"George." said Alex

"Mr. Evans." said George Hale, the leader of the Revolution

"Sir, The Enclave are-" George interrupted Alex

"I know, the Enclave are going south. We cannot stop them, but with the unbearable heat down there, they would cook in their own tanks." said George

"Yes, they would." Alex replied "Sir, im going to take a rest."

Alex walked out of the large tent and into a wooden log cabin. It had many leaders of Militia's. Some of which he had never seen. He sat down in his bunk and fell asleep.

OOC: Zerker, uh, lets just pretend we got past all that talk and now you got your stuff i gave to Mexican's character, and your in a tent k?

We also skipped to Bitter Springs (Militia Base)

Aron Erlichman

"God dammit keep your [censored] head down. We'll have time to exchange pleasantries later, loot whatever you can before reinforcements show up."

Got it, Aron added his own comment about reinforcements, knowing that this drunken garrison were basically amateurs. He expected the entire town of Goodsprings to be burned down by morning by Enclave Shock Troopers. This revolt would have severe consequences for the people here, and everyone knew it, especially the fleeing civilians.

"I’ll loot and then where do we go. Are you part of the militia? I was thinking of joining them but it's a little late for that."

Jacob Anderson

"Screw the militia," Jacob said. "Judging on what I saw, there nothing more then petty thugs, no strategy, no planning,' He continued.

"If you want to pursue them, go ahead. Otherwise, you can follow me into the mountains," Jacob finished, not sure exactly where he was going, only that it was far from here.

Aron Erlichman

"Alright, why not, I got nothing better to do."

Sifting through corpes looking for food, medical supplies, and ammuniton, he decided he would go into the nearby bar, knowing that there would be food and drink in there.

He yelled back to the other man, "I'm going in to the bar."

Moving into the doorway and then into the room he saw what the place know looked like. There must have been tons of gunfire and at least a few grenade's or other minor explosive's going off in here during the height of the battle. Part of the second floor was blown away and leaning in towards the ground. Dead Militia, Enclave and civilians littered the floor. Jumping over the counter he scooped up assorted alchoholic beverages, and food. Stuffing them into his large backpack, which he placed on the bar, he did not notice the half dead Enclave soldier crawling towards him knife in hand.

Aron was starting to eat any food he could not carry and started drinking from the supply of purified water when the soldier raised his knife and plunged it into the back of Aron's calf. "[censored]," he screamed at the top of his lungs whirling around dropping wter and food in his hands. He pulled back his leg and started kicking the Enclave soldier. Turning around he grabbed his M4 and fired it twice. The man on the floor stopped moving. He packed up his things while cussing and moved towards the door. As he left the building he looked to the man who had been there a few moment earlier and shouted "We are gonna need to get medical supplies, cause I just got stabbed."

Jacob Anderson

"[censored] Idiot.. I should leave him to die," Jason thought, watching the bleeding man limp towards him. "Wait here," He said, the man quick to take his advice and sat on the floor, staring at his wound.

Jacob began to looking through the houses nearby for a doctors bag, swearing under his breath as he searched. He found one and returned to the injured man who sat motionless on the floor. He cleaned the wound to the best of his abilities and patched it up with some bandages. As he finished, Jacob heard a faint sound in the distance and quickly rushed the man to his feet as two tanks emerged from the hills nearby.

Alexander Evans:

Alexander awoke in only five minutes worth of sleep. He was awoken by a messenger from Mr.Hale

"Sir, George would like to see you." The messenger said

"Damn it...I'm coming." Alex got up, grabbed his rifle, and walked to George's tent. Alexander lifted the flap, and was greeted by many of the leaders of the Militia, Alexander wasn't a leader, he led a squad, not a Militia group.

"Alexander, we have plans for you." said George, his cigar smoke filling the air

"Yes sir, what is it?" Alex asked him as he leaned into the table with a map of the Mojave on it.

"We want you, and a partner of your choice, to go into Las Vegas." George said, he was just about to continue, when Alex interrupted

"Your [censored] crazy! There's no way I could get into Las Vegas with Militia Uniform." Alex said with a slam of his fist on the table

"Calm down, you are going to be given $5,000 USD each, civilian clothes, and passports. The Strip may be quiet, but the places around it, isn't. The South of it is bustling with hotels, check into one." said George "Now we must get back to business, get your partner, and report back to me ASAP."

Alex walked out, clearly mad as ever, but, there was that girl.

Yes...No No No...But maybe... He argued with himself all the way down the wooden steps onto the main area of the Bitter Springs encampment. He sat against the storage building

"Maybe I should ask her...."He pondered.

Mary

Mary was setting up in her tent when a trooper entered. He was wearing a regular soldier outfit and he reminded her of Alex...a man that screwed her over in her early twenties. He was a Militiaman just like Alexander Evans. The man stood leaning against Mary's bed with one foot and he had tobacco in his mouth. He took it out and offered her a puff. She didn't answer, which meant a no to the man.

"A new recruit, huh? And a girl too! Ha!" he laughed for a few short minutes, then burst out into a coughing fit.

"That's what happens when you smoke...and when you're an [censored]." she smirked. The soldier paid no attention instead he just looked at her from the waist up then the waist down. He grinned and threw his tobacco into the sand, where he crushed it with his boot. He walked towards here, but she ignored him she was looking in her closet.

"I'm going to enjoy seeing the Enclave beat you to death." he told her. She knew he was bluffing. But as he walked back slowly, she felt the spine of a knife cutting her in the back and the feeling of blood dripping down her cold rough skin. She turned but the man was gone. She touched her back and her shirt was soaked with blood.

"[censored]."

Alexander Evans:

Alexander walked over to Mary's tent.

"Look, as much as I hate to say this, but the idiot of the commander wants us to go to Las Vegas all covert, dunno why, he might tell us. Would you like to-" He saw blood running down her back

"What the hell happened?" He asked, but quickly he asked another question as she looked at him quite odd "Do I remind you of someone?"

Aron Erlichman

"Holy mother[censored] [censored] those are tanks," Aron screamed.

He took off shouting at this new found companion to follow him off to the west up in to the foothills. Hobbling on his injured leg he scrambled up a hill and over a road leading to the north. Making his way down teh other side of a hill and up the next. Turning back towards the town of Goodspring's he saw the tank's machine gun's mowing down civilians and firing on buildings. The main cannon's were laying waste to the structures in Goodpsrings, and he only now realised he could not see the man he was traveling. He hoped he was just under the next hill and would catch up soon.

Though he continued up the hill and down the next, hoping that he could find a path leading to Red Rock Canyon, all the while looking back to see his companion not a far ways from where he was. Deciding to rest and wait for his partner, he stopped and sat down pulling some food out of his bag as well as water. Eating his small meal, he glanced up at even teh slightest sound expecting his partner to arrive any minute likely with Enclave soldier's hot on his heels.

OOC: We are using real distances and real sizes of towns, so Las Vegas is HUGGGE, and The Mojave is HUGGE!


Enclave F-15 Attack Force-Based in Boulder City Airport.

"Roger That Papa-Bear." said the leader. The Planes were flying over the Mojave in the morning sun. They're destination: Goodsprings.

"Clear out." Said one of the fighters, The troops on the ground cleared out of Goodsprings. The Planes flew over Goodsprings, raining bombs, laser guided missiles, and bullets onto the town, killing civilians and destroying the town. Goodsprings was in ruins, the only things left standing were the School house, the Store, and the Saloon.

OOC: Man...this is a fast moving RP, I'm impressed. I'll roleplay that I finished up everything in Goodsprings. And I'm introducing the "romantic interest" for my character in a quite...unique way. Unless you don't want somebody to control two characters...I'll put a character sheet if I need to.

Aiden Kim - Militia Base Outskirts

Aiden camped outside of the Militia Camp, alone on top of a small hillside and acted like what a scavenger or a regular mercenary would act like, just a small campfire and two tents. One for sleeping and one for storing his Intervention with the ton of bullets he acquired on the way to Bittersprings. The side he chose was the direction the Enclave would come, but in a very safe place, far from any major Enclave confrontation, perfect for a sniper such as him.

Aiden sighed as he sat in a small wooden chair, cleaning his Intervention with his Uzi on his lap just in case. He looked down at the barrel of the Intervention with the same engravings as always. "Remember Saratoga"

He smirked as he remembered the First Revolution of the Enclave, the first time he ever met somebody he truly cared about since the Second Battle.

Julia... Aiden whispered before drifting off into sleep.