Rosamond Blackwood
-Shady Sands: The Escape-

Retreat is not an easy thing.

It is messy, chaotic, disastrous.

The NCR had fallen, the Enclave was rounding up the survivors. They would not offer mercy, waving the white flag would only get you shot. As a result people were scurrying everywhere, backpedaling and trying to run as far as they could.

Dawn was breaking, the first rays of light flooding the destroyed city. The meager vegetation that had managed to come up over the years was destroyed, nothing but muddy ground and charred ruins in the wake of war.

“Hurry the [censored] up!”

I glared the best I could at William. My leg was dragging behind me, I was using my rifle as a crutch. The arthritis in my right leg had swollen my knee joint, making walking hard, running difficult, and sprinting damn impossible.

“Hey, look at her [censored] leg, [censored].”

George was nearly face to face with the other solider, both men refusing to back down. Both very young. I pushed my damp hair back from my face, and leaned against the side of a wall.

“Let it go George, fighting won't solve anything, not with the Enclave at our back.”

George grunted and backed off, and we started our jog across the ruins again. Within a few minutes I was straggling behind, George slowed down to keep up with me,

“George, what are your doing. I am not even part of the NCR go ahead.”

“The NCR is gone Rose, it's everyman for himself at this point. And us snipers work in teams.”

I just smiled and continued my limp.

The pop of gunfire could be heard every now and then, the feeble resistances that took place. I didn't even know where we were going, the Enclave was pushing us back west, that was the only way to escape, but for how long?

My thoughts were interrupted by the Enclave Patrol we had just run into, six men and and a tank.

So this is how it ends?

I looked at George he had his rifle raised, a fierce look illuminated his eyes. He knew what the Enclave did to captives, he was going down fighting, I brought mine up. It was a stand off, I never knew why someone didn't fire first, why wait?

Because your scared of death.

Perhaps, my finger tightened on the trigger,

Here goes nothing,

Whrrrrr.

Dust was suddenly thrown into my eyes and I tackled George to the ground as a powerful .50 caliber machine gun ripped threw the Enclaves soldiers like a sword through paper. I was splattered with gore, flesh and blood. An arm landed at my feet, the tank had been shredded, the operators pulverized.

I looked up at the sky, a helicopter was hovering, a badly painted NCR logo on their side.

Are we really that lucky?

George looked incredulous as it landed, his red, flame like hair blowing all over the place, his handlebar mustache quivering.

“What the-”

“Get in!”

The man operating the machine gun yelled, his hair was jet black and slicked against his skull. His brown eyes squinted into a scowl, his teeth barred beneath his goatee like some kind of animal. A man who was obviously not NCR.

George climbed in and helped me up. He immediately went to the other gun, I sat next to the man on the gun.

“Tell your pilot to get us the [censored] out of here.”

I turned to George as he looked at me incredulously, the copter began to rise up in the sky, giving a clear view of the battlefield. An Enclave flag was waving in the wind, rising from our Capital Building.

“It's over George there's nothing we can do. You said so yourself.”

This was emphasized by the tank and troopers coming around the corner, but my sniper rifle fire and the man on the gun kept them busy as we flew off.

As we sped away, I could finally rest. I collapsed on against the cool metal frame. I looked at the man on the gun,

“Names Rosamond, but most people just call me Rose. Thanks for saving mine and George's asses back there, but you guys are not [censored] NCR. Who the hell are you?”

James Beneteau

James smiling while enjoying his meal hears the radio pvssyr pick up. "hmmm looks like the prey has found me this time" he mutters then chuckles a little.

Two Enclave troopers walk up one saying "hey what are you doing out here Citizen?" implying the word citizen in a sarcastic seemingly tone.

He turns his head "I am just enjoying some mole rat stew your buddies are around back enjoying some" he says with a carefree smile on his face.

The two troopers began walking towards the radio pvssyr.

He stands up when the two troopers turned to go find the other troopers. When the first trooper mutters " should we just kill this guy and take his stuff" a gloved hand covers his mouth and a m9 combat knife sinks into his vocal cords shredding them making him unable to scream, Then you hear the other trooper say "ha! lets see what the others think" then he yells "ey! you guys over there?", when the first trooper drops making gargling sounds and holding his own throat the other trooper turns around to see what happened he is face to face with a man now with a sadistic gaze and smile on his face. The trooper only being able to yell "THE FU..." as a combat knife carves into the troopers throat and being violently ripped out to the right throwing blood on the Mojave sand. He stands between to two troopers with his eyes closed and a smile on his face as he listens to the two troopers slowly drown in there own blood and a song perks up over his local radio. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8V-E9cLfMT8

Mary

"[censored] you. I can kill you if I wanted to, but you seem too poor to die. I'll give you a chance." She shouted at him for his remark. She wasn't blushing, she could've cut his throat, but she knew she would've committed a crime. And the last thing she wanted was to be hunted down for murder. But Alex's attitude didn't bother her too much, her whole focus was on the statement that Mark told her in her dreams. She tried to forget about it, but it kept returning to her mind. She was frustrated, she just wanted to huddle up in a ball and cry. But then she wouldn't have showed she was tough, and Alex would've lost all his respect for her. And that was the penultimate last thing she wanted.

Alexander Evans:

Alexander stopped dead in his tracks from Mary's comment

"Mouthing off will get you no where." He coldly remarked. Then, his attitude changed "I wasn't always like this, I used to be a man of great talent, and energy, but alas, that is gone. Do not try and hide it like me, did you see 'Mark' die RIGHT INFRONT OF YOU?" He barked, but calmed down. "I do believe we should be going back to Bitter Springs, now don't we?"

Mary

"No, not until you apologize to me. I don't think anyone granted you the right to insult me, for yes, Mark did die in my face. I saw as Alex shot him, trying to shot the Talon Company merc. Blood splattered everywhere. How dare you say that me." she shouted in Alex's face, then kept walking with him.

Alexander Evans:

Alexander was at his breaking point with the girl.

"Fine, I'm Sorry." He said, thoughts rushing through his mind

I should shoot her here, and leave her for the Enclave, I'd love to see her in a Execution Camp. He thought to himself. He motioned for her

"Look, bickering out here solves nothing, The Enclave are going to be flying more missions tonight, If they ca-" He was interrupted by the sound of Helicopters. He saw a former deathclaw's cave

"GET DOWN!" He pushed her into the cave, and ran in with her "Do you see what bickering gets us? Almost dead! That's what."

Enclave MP Office:

The head of Police soon found out it was sabotage that blew up the Empire Hotel

"Where do the Militia operate from?" asked The Head of Police. No one could answer

"Strengthen all patrols, NOW!" He barked.

Jacob Anderson & Aron Erlichman
Location:Shady Sands
Time: 6:21 P.M.

Jacob eyed the women carefully, her hair a mystic dark, her eyes a piercing Azure, and she showed heavy signs of exhaustion. "Damn.." He thought to himself, turning his attention back to the battlefield. "The names Jacob," He responded, trying to sound as casual as possible. "The ass hole in the cockpit is Aron," He continued, still looking out into the battlefield for survivors. "I can still hear you ya know?" Aron replied, knowing Jacob was trying to impress.

"[censored], Aron you see the survivors? Near the downed Heli?" Jacob yelled, "Yeah, yeah, two squads coming at them from both sides," He replied, brings the chopper down low.

"Either of you two fit to fire the other M.G.? We gotta hell of a ride coming..

Rosamond Blackwood
-Shady Sands: The Rescue-

“The names Jacob,” he said, “The ass hole in the cockpit is Aron.”

I smiled, he said it in such a casual way, like we were sitting in bar talking about the weather, not in a war zone. Maybe he was just trying to play the tough guy act, but after two weeks of people constantly yelling in my air, I really didn't care. Plus, he was kinda of cute.

A stray bullet glanced across the metal frame of the helicopter.

Focus your in a war zone, remember?

Oh yeah...

"[censored], Aron you see the survivors? Near the downed Heli?" Jacob yelled, "Yeah, yeah, two squads coming at them from both sides," He replied, bringing the chopper down low.

"Either of you two fit to fire the other M.G.? We gotta hell of a ride coming...”

I nodded at George as he reached for it, I sat next to Jacob, almost leaning out of the bird, I could easily use my rifle. As we steadied ourselves, both George and Jacob opened fire. The Enclave had the grouped pinned by a downed helicopter, they were rushing from both sides, extremely organized. But as we opened fire, they turned into a mass of limbs and panic. Two people had their insides to turn to a red pulp before any of their comrades knew what was going on.

Another one had his head popped like an overripe melon, his legs where than cut from under him. Both sides now confused and being shot at from both the sky and the ground team. Realizing the tables had turned, they tried some form of retreat. They never made it more than ten yards, some tried crawling, desperately holding on to their intestines, before another strafe put them out of their misery.

I myself shot a man in the neck, the bottom half of his head blew off, and he was left headless. Strangely he still managed to run two feet before flailing and collapsing on the ground, his blood soaking into the thirsty earth.

The site was so bizarre that it struck me as funny, I started laughing, not quiet laughter, but real laughter, to the point where tears misted my eyes. Good thing there were no more enemies, my marksmanship might have been hindered.

We nearly touched ground, blowing dust all over the place as the NCR(Ex-NCR) troopers ran to the “NCR” chopper. There seemed to be at least ten, the number was at least halved from a strafing run from an Enclave helicopter. Some were still alive, crawling away with their upper torso while their lower torso remained a few feet behind them.

The rest managed to make in the helicopter before the second one could make a return strafing run, Aaron had already started lifting off the helicopter before the last guy was in, we were already in the sky by the time the helicopter returned, Aaron managed to doge the spray of bullets, the helicopter moving in an erratic pattern.

George manage to clip the helicopter, splattering one of the gunners all over the inside. As Aaron brought the helicopter back around to face the other one, Jacob opened fire.

“[censored] svckers!” I heard him shout as the spray of bullets hit both their propellers and tail rotor, causing it not only to smoke, but to spin uncontrollably until crashed into a still-at-the-moment-standing building. As the building collapsed on the down craft, I knew their would be now survivors.

I leaned over into Jacobs ear to be heard over the noise,

“Tell your friend to get us the [censored] out of here. I don't about you, but I don't want to be around when the bring in six more of those things. I kind of like living you know.”

Jacob Anderson
Location: El-Dorado Substation
Time: 8:22 P.M.

Jacob sat alone on roof of the El-Dorado Substation, using his binoculars to look out for any Enclave investigation crews. Down below, the rest of the team(if you could call it that) was sitting around a open fire, discussing yesterdays events. "We're safe for now.." He thought, setting down the binoculars down. He shook his head and began to wonder about there chances of survival. "We have six NCR troopers, a decent mercenary, a Nomad, and a farmer.. How long can we possibly hold out?" He laid back and sat for a while, looking up at the stars.

After a few minutes of stargazing, he heard footsteps, and turned around to see Rose walking towards him. She sat beside him, saying nothing, and joined in on his stargazing. They sat for a while like that, speechless, observing the night sky. As he looked over at her, he could see that the moonlight making her hair shine, the dirt and grit from war was all gone, and it appeared she got some rest.

"Do you think anyone stands a chance against the Enclave, Rose?" He asked, still stargazing. "Seems like were one of the few people still fighting.."

James Beneteau

James Stands up brushes himself off and heads out with his gear heading towards the El-Dorado Substation figuring it was going to be a few hour walk he hums himself a tune while walking. At around 8:20 PM he approaches El-Dorado Substation seeing a man on the roof he readys his H&K and approaches when he is at the foot of the building he smiles at them. He hears "Do you think anyone stands a chance against the Enclave, Rose?" and "Seems like were one of the few people still fighting..". He mutters at them "you sheep should Join the Millita They Protect There Flock that way you will live longer".

Aron Erlichman

Aron was out enjoying a smoke away from the camp back at the Substation. Out of the corner of his eyes he see's a man approaching wiht a sub machine gun raised adbn ready to fire. He searches around for a blunt instrument and finds a plank of broken up wood.

He picks it up in his hands adn moves forward, in a crouched position trying to sneak up on the man. He says something but Aron cannot make out what he says. He closes the distance as the man waits for the reply he swings teh plank on the mans head.

He does not expct it to do any real damage but hopes it will buy his friends enough time to arm themselves against the intruder.

OOC: Oh My God, I thought this RP died. You guys okay with it dead? Or you want me to continue it?

OOC: If you are the GM and the founder of an RP you dont give up on it, it is kind of your job to keep it alive.

OOC: Not really, I've lost interest, I'm going to try to keep it alive, but no promises, if you want it kept alive, you [censored] GM it.

Locked on request.