ooc guess ill go on board

Paladin John

When he heard luke call he ran over to the vigilant and said his good byes and got on. he wondered if Luke was as nervous as he he got his answer when he talked to Garrett his voice was nervous. The enclave might come to them at any second it was even possible that they would strike just as they left. Calm down he thought to himself the enclave were likely not even watching the attack left them broken there was even a chance that they would not even notice them at all during the entire trip. But he couldn't stop thinking about the enclave. He hoped all of the troops they picked would be ready for this. His nervousness showed in the way he was acting biting his nail and othere actions showed it. God i hope we stand a chance against the enclave. The vigilante was good and it would protect them against bullets he knew that but would a plasma get though the armor he had no idea.

ooc: Aw, come on man. Proofread will you? Please? That post was tough to read.

Zachary Eden, Megaton
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Zachary suspected that Simms wouldn't follow Wes' request. It was illogical. Wes could burn the town down if Eden elected to turn the dogs on them, but Simms was a man of principal. A man of principal couldn't be forced to go back on their ideals. The rebel in front of them at the moment , armed though he was, was not a man who was as threatening as Simms. He had a glare on. He looked dangerous. He moved to the side of ramp and kept his eyes trained on them as they headed up toward the Saloon. Villagers were rushing out of the way, doing anything they could do to get out of sight. In a few minutes, the two Enclave troopers had reached the Moriarty's. Eden opened the two and stepped in.

There was a merc in the corner, and the second he saw the Enclave crest on Zachary's gear his weapon started to come up from his waist. The assault rifle caught on his thigh though, for just a second, and Eden took advantage. He took two steps across the floor and brought a knee up into the man's gut. There was a yell from some woman in the opposite corner as the man wheezed and doubled over from the shot. Zachary grabbed the gun that was dangling from a strap on his shoulder and brought the butt of it crashing into the man's jaw. He dropped like a stone. He grabbed the assault rifle and offered it to Wes "Keep this on him, will you? You know what to do if he moves."

He took a moment to compose himself and watched the woman in the corner staring shocked at them. He heard a click across the room, a heavy bolt clamping shut. Someone had locked a door. His eyes slowly turned until he saw the Ghoul standing behind the counter. Ghouls disgusted him. The man might wear a shirt, he might have reasonably maintained hair but he wasn't a man. He was a walking corpse. A shamble. A zombie. "Gob."

"I...I..." Gob mumbled, frantically shifting bottles out of the way. He wasn't thinking straight "What? What? What do you want?"

"We've heard you assisted the Brotherhood of Steel in a project of theirs." He walked across the bar and took a seat at the bar in front of him "You're going to tell me what they're up to, Gob. By doing this you will help save America. I will forgive you for cooperating with enemies of this great nation, and allow you to go unpunished. All you have to do is tell me what I want to know."

The Ghoul's eyes widened. He had no idea what to do. He looked over at the redheaded woman on the other side of the bar, and she didn't meet his eyes. She had no ideas for him. "I don't know anything."

"Don't lie to me Gob." Zachary said as he reached to his waist and put the pistol up on the bar. He didn't want to shoot. If he had to, it would send Simms over the edge. That would be a problem "If you lie to me, I will kill you. I'll put a round right through your head...after I put one through the woman you keep looking at in the corner. Don't doubt me. I'm not playing."

"No!" Gob refused, shaking his head desperately "Look...I didn't help them. Not really. I just gave them directions. There going to a place called Oasis. It's Southwest of here, you go past Tenpenny Tower and you can't miss it. Please, that's all I know. Just leave Nova alone. Please."

Southwest. They could take a vertibird up and get there before the Vigilant ever could. Perfect. "Gob, you have directly aided enemies of America. You have provided them with a safe haven for their activities." Eden gave a heavy sigh and collected his firearm. He stood up from the stool and walked over to Nova. He put a hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes. He spoke in his most gentle voice, a near whisper "Close your eyes, Miss. I don't want you to see this..."

Nova clamped her eyes shut, unable to stop the saltwater flood escaping between them. Unfortunately...she couldn't close her ears to block out Gob's screams....

OOC: Wooh, good post, Alexei. Just two questions before I post again?
1) What does the Vigilant look like? I know it's an 18 Wheeler, but will everyone be sitting in the trailer area maybe with a possilbe ladder-hatch leading to the top for a lookout? Are there any defenses like barbed wire around it?
2) Do you mind if I get the Vigilant rolling in my next post?

ooc: No sir, get it going if you'd like.

1) The Vigilant's not quite an eighteen wheeler. It almost is. It's a unique vehicle patched together from tons and tons of other vehicles. I like your ideas though. I figure we can use the trailer section as a crew area and cargo area, keep a bunch of junk back there. It'll be sort of cramped by hey, creative license. I dig the idea for the top mounted lookout too. Something like this would need that.

OOC: Also, what's gonna be the path we take? I need to know the way we're going so maybe I can slip in a random Deathclaw attack or something

Anthony Brown, Citadel
Anthony sat there in the seat next to Luke. He began to understand how this plant held hope for them. "I understand. When are we going to get rolling?" said Anthony as he hopped out of the passenger's seat and made his way to the large cargo area in the back. "Alright! Everyone get in! We start our trip to Oasis today!" yelled a Paladin in huge Power Armor as he pulled a large, rusty lever on the back of the trailer. A huge door fell open, making a ramp of sorts. A large cloud of dust and silt picked up, causing Anthony to cough a bit. Once the dust settled, Anthony could see clearly inside the Vigilant. The inside of the cargo area was very cramped. Metal boxes upon metal boxes full of ammunition and food were located by the very back. An intercom was bolted to the place where the trailer and the "cockpit" connected. There was a small ladder that led to the cieling of the trailer, where a trapdoor was found. The trapdoor led to the roof of the Vigilant, which is where someone could scout from, to tell of any possible incoming attacks. Anthony called this the "crow's nest", since it reminded him of the crow's nest from a Pirate ship he had read about in an ash-covered book he used to have at his house. There were many pillows and blankets scattered around on the inside of the trailer for a place to sleep, and small benches along the walls of it for a place to sit. There were no windows...no natural light. This would be a long trip...a long trip indeed.

Before he knew it, everybody was in the trailer. "Alright everyone. Sit back, relax, and enjoy our trip to Oasis." said the driver over the intercom. A nearby repairman turned on a small lamp, letting some light shine. The dimness of the light coupled with the jaggedness of the Power Armor on the people around cast an eerie shadow over the whole trailer. Anthony squinted at all of the people along the bench. He had seen mostly everyone there, except for three of them.

One was a big, frightening looking man dressed in a duster with a Dragunov in his lap. This man tried to talk to Anthony earlier, but this man scared Anthony, so he stayed away. He looked like he could hurt him. He was sitting next to a woman wearing combat armor who seemed nice enough, but being the shy person that he was, he failed to initiate a conversation. The last person Anthony didn't recognize was a Paladin decked out in Recon Armor and an Assault rifle. He definitely looked like he could hold his own in a gunfight.

Anthony wanted to know all these people better, because after all, he'd be living with them for a long while, but his shyness kept him away. "I'll rest for now." Anthony thought to himself as he laid himself down on the cold, metal floor of the trailer. "If they want to talk to me, they'll wake me up.". With a small jerk, the Vigilant started rolling...

ooc: Why don't you let me control that kind of thing, Brown?

OOC: Sounds good to me. Forgot that the RP Creator was a "dungeon master" of sorts. :tops:

ooc: crappy post, but it's a jumping on point for any new Enclave troops who need into the game.

Zachary Eden, Enclave Vertibird, Travelling Southwest
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Eden sighed and wiped some of the dust off his uniform. He'd have to find a way to get it washed once they were finished. The business in Megaton had exhausted him, even if Wes had graciously volunteered to do most of the work. He was standing in the tiny area between the troop seats and the cockpit and staring out the window. They'd keep looking out the window for Oasis, they'd come across it if they followed Gob's directions. The Ghoul wasn't brave enough to tell them a lie. Not before, and he certainly wasn't capable of it now.

He turned back to the soldiers and spoke "Alright. We're going to land and we're going to take that land. I want this simple. I want no mistakes." The soldiers seemed concerned. His vision narrowed "Or do we have any objections?"

OOC: Kudos to whoever gets the name reference.

IC: Kurt Ambrose viewed his commanding officer. For some reason, he reminded him of Colonel Autumn. Maybe it was the way he talked, or the way he carried himself. When he asked the group if anyone had any objections, he spoke up. "I think I speak for most everyone when I say there are no objecions, sir. However, I do have a question. What kind of resistance are we expecting, if any? Any Brotherhood, sir?"

Kurt's voice was deep and gravelly, and usually held a threatening tone, though in this case, it held a slight tone of respect. That slight tone was all this officer would get until he proved himself in Kurt's eyes. He hadn't survived so many years of combat by being lead blindly into danger, and he hoped this man knew what he was doing.

Kurt was a big man, standing over six feet tall, and had a large, muscular build. He was aging slightly, as shown by a few gray hairs that now populated his once jet-black hair, which was of medium length. A bit longer than regulation, but no one would bother him about it. He had lightly tanned skin and a single, dull green eye. His right eye was covered by an eyepatch, the result of an unfortunate encounter with the Lone Wanderer. It wasn't the only wound he had. Underneath his power armor there were dozens of scars and bullet wounds, though the loss of his eye had definitely been the toughest injury to go through. He would repay the Wanderer for that. That was exactly what the sniper rifle on his back was for, a shot to the eye. Of course, a bullet to the eye from this gun would probably just blow his entire head off, but that was besides the point.

Kurt looked out a nearby window as he waited for his commander's answer. He hated being up in these things. It just seemed so... Unnatural. He suddenly had the desire for a glass of whiskey, but he suppressed it. He continued to stare out the window with unburdened eyes. How he hated those ridiculous helmets everyone else wore. They seemed so restricting, so burdensome, so clunky. Of course, the same could be said for all power armor, but the helmet especially got on his nerves. It just made it difficult for him to shoot accurately. Besides, he had been wearing one at Project Purity, and look how that had turned out. Many of his fellows begged him to go back to wearing the thing for the sake of safety, but he ignored them. As far as he was concerned, he was safer with the thing off than on and restricting his abilities.

ooc: I will respond to this. It's just taking me a bit to get a post worked out. Writers block. As for the name....I dunno. I jumped to Ambrose Burnside.

Edit: Nevermind! Somebody's a Halo fan.

OOC: Kurt Ambrose is from Ghosts of Onyx the Halo book. In the entire Halo series he's probably my fifth favourite character behind Johnson and the MC and the Arbiter and Cortana.

Eddie Cambell

As he got inside of the Vigilant he knew he wasn't going to enjoy it. It was way too cramped for him and he didn't really like the company of others, especially when those others were Brotherhood others. He caught that kid looking at him but decided to leave him alone because he seemed pretty shy. Eddie didn't know how he was going to spend the time on board this place when he noticed the trapdoor on the roof so he went over to it and climbed out.

It was, he supposed, like one of those Crows Nest that the Vault Dweller had seen in movies in his vault. Once when travelling in the wastes Eddie had ran into the Vault Dweller and they had travelled together talking, although he was still very much an enigma to him. Eddies supposed that the Vault Dweller was somewhere on board but pushed it from his mind as he sat down on one of the two chairs up here and admired the view. He'd always thought the wastelands were beautiful, but now it was going to look an awful lot different when they were finished. He pulled his duster closer to himself and started scouting around with the scope of his Dragunov.

All was clear until he looked down by a rocky embankment where a group of Super Mutants where eyeing the Vigilant trying to figure out what it was, dumb bastards he laughed as he shot each of them once in the head. He stuck in his head to the trailer and yelled,

"Haha svck it, thats first blood on this trip to me. Who wants to start up a bettin' pool!? Most kills wins?"

Alexa Garret

This is going to be cozy Alexa thought as she climbed up into the Vigilant. She sat down next to Paladin John and looked around. Everyone was here but the Vault Dweller, she figured he must be in the cab. She was beginning to feel annoyed at having to be so close to all these smelly guys when she saw the trapdoor. As soon as she decided to go the interesting man Eddie went up there.

Damn!

It was either the rude, obnoxious guy who was pretty interesting or the smelly, boring guys in here. She stood up to go out when she heard 3 shots from above and she froze. Had the Enclave found them after all? Just then Eddie stuck his head through the hatch and yelled,

"Haha svck it, thats first blood on this trip to me. Who wants to start up a bettin' pool!? Most kills wins?"

"Yep I'm" in she replied first, "How does 200 caps sound?" she asked as she climbed up through the hatch and sat next to him. Maybe this trip would be so bad after all...

OOC: We need a Vault Dweller guys!

ooc: We do indeed! If nobody else volunteers, I might take him in a bit. An opportunity will arise soon. I'm going to give you guys till morning to play amongst yourselves while the Vigilant gets to Megaton, and then the plot will REALLY kick in.

Anthony Brown
Anthony awoke to the sound of gunfire. He had been used to the sound, but it still caught him off guard a bit. He rose from his laying spot and rubbed the tired from his eyes.

"Haha svck it, thats first blood on this trip to me. Who wants to start up a bettin' pool!? Most kills wins?" said the large, scary man as he stuck his head into the trailer. The woman Anthony had seen earlier decided she would join in on the fun. Anthony hadn't had many friends in Greyditch, and ever since he had left, he'd had none. Anthony peeked his head out of the hatch and faced the two people up there. "Umm...I'll play too, if that's alright. I have a little over 200 caps..." said Anthony, hoping that they wouldn't cast him out.

Anthony had made some caps along his way to the Citadel from selling unneeded ammo and odds and ends to traveling caravans, and he felt like using it to have some fun would be a good way to spend it. Anthony climbed out, closed the hatch, and sat down next to them.

Paladin John


The sound of gunfire brought him to alertness then he realized that Eddie was the one that shot. When Garret made the bet and Anthony joined in the bet might as well join he thought. He climbed out and said he would be in the bet to he had a Little over 200 caps from recon missions. Wonder who will win he thought. it was pretty even between them all but he thought that it was Eddie that had the advantage with the sniper he had. No sign of the enclave yet guess he was right that they wouldn't even notice that they were going to megaton he had an old friend named Gob who he looked forwarded to seeing again. It was about 3 years since he saw him last he hoped that Gob would remember him.

ooc yes i know i stink at this rp but this is my first one btw my guys name has something to do with halo

Wes, after having completed Zachary's orders, returned to the Vertibird, his armour marked with Ghoul blood. The smell coming from Wes was intense, it smelt of blood and various excrematies. What he did to Gob, he wasn't proud of, nor was he disappointed in himself. An order was an order and orders are given to be completed.

As the Vertibird took off, Wes checked the assault rifle he'd aquired. After dealing with Gob, he'd searched the man's body and found a few more full clip. Repeatidly, Wes reloaded the rifle, checking the loading mechanism before unloading it and taking a shot, as to make sure it wouldn't jam. It seemed fine. It was a little shabby, the metal was rusted and flaky, but if it could kill a man, it was fine by Wes.

He looked over as the 'veteran' spoke out, asking about resistance. He kept a sidewards stare on this man whilst stringing the assault rifle over his back. "Weakness...Fear..." Wes thought to himself. Unlike Kurt, Wes had no worries for his own personal safety, just worries for the personal safety of Zachary. If Zachary were to die, not only would Wes brand himself a failure for the rest of his life, he'd no longer have links with the Enclave and probably end up back in slavery.

why does everybody seem to think the brotherhood talk to each other using first names? thats way too informal and "paladin John" and "Knight bill (only an example)" just sound ridiculous. BoS always use SURNAMES.

Luke Daily, The Vigilant, Rolling Into Megaton
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Luke was leaned back in the passenger's seat in the cab as The Vigilant rolled on through the wasteland. Everyone seemed to be adjusting well. There was the usual tension that he expected from having so many people crammed into such a tiny space. They would manage. They had to manage. The Brotherhood Knight driving the Vigilant suddenly tapped the back of his hand against the young scientists shoulder, calling attention to something up ahead. Luke leaned forward in the seat. He could see Megaton off in the distance. There was a thick cloud of black smoke coming up from somewhere near the town. "Oh no..." Luke muttered "Oh god, get us up there. Get us up there fast."

The Vigilant moved up to top speed. The mighty vehicle lurched, a grinding metallic protest coming from deep inside it as it was strained to break. It wasn't that much faster than one would expect a vehicle to travel in the years before the war, but with all the weight from the armor plating and the other systems everything strained. Luke yanked himself up to his feet, stumbling a bit from the speed. He moved to collect his lab coat and his pistol. He was a miserable shot, guns scared the hell out of him, but he needed it to protect him if his suspicions were true. It looked for all the world like something had gotten to Megaton before they could. He rushed out of the cab and toward the exit, stopping in front of the crew. His mouth opened to say something to them as the vehicle lurched to a halt just outside Megaton. He couldn't. He was too afraid. All that came out was a simple squeak. Daily gulped and pushed open the door to rush out to the ground. There were villagers gathered around the vehicle now, most of them staring upward at Megaton. He headed forward, trying to detect the source of the smoke. He bumped into a woman as he stared around and quickly stopped to apologize. She wouldn't meet his eyes though. She was staring away from him, towards town with tears in her eyes and a hand over her mouth. Daily turned to see the black smoke coming from a burning protectron on the ground, and the villages Brahmin burning around it. The smoke floated up into the air. A sudden gust of wind picked up, blowing the smoke out of his way and giving him a full view.

"Oh god....."

Gob was strung up above the Megaton gate. He'd been killed, and whoever had done it had taken their time. Afterward, they'd lashed him to the front end of the giant turbine that sat above Megaton's gate for all of them to see. Luke whipped around and coughed a few minutes, before he doubled over and vomited. He couldn't help it. It wasn't the sight. He'd seen enough death in the wasteland. It was the treatment. No one deserved this. He stumbled backward to the Vigilant and slammed his hand against the hull.

"Hel...HELP!" He coughed, retching back and spitting on the ground "Somebody get out here and help me!"

He moved back toward Gob, angling his body to get through villagers. They knew. Somehow, The Enclave knew.

OOC: Sorry it's taken me so long to respond. I won't be up till ungoldy hours anymore unless it's on the weekend, since I have school.

Anthony Brown, Vigilant, Megaton
Anthony was still on top of the Vigilant with the others when Luke started screaming for help. Anthony, wanting to find out what was wrong, jumped down, nearly cutting his leg on the barbed wire, and made his way to Luke. "What's the matter, Mr. Daily?" asked Anthony in a concerned tone. Before Luke had a chance to answer, Anthony saw what had made his friend so upset. Gob, the Ghoul from Moriarty's, was mutilated and hung up above the main gate to town. Blood was dripping from the carcass, making a small pool on the ground.

Anthony had known this Ghoul. He had seen him around town a couple of times when he was in Megaton shortly before making his way to the Citadel. Intrigued by the look of this man (he had never seen a Ghoul before), he made some small talk. Gob seemed nice enough, but that damned Moriarty never let him talk to Anthony for very long before pulling him back into the Saloon to do his work. The sight of a dead friend enraged Anthony, causing his face to become hot with fury. Without regard for his own safety, he drew his .32 to his side, making his way toward the Saloon. He was determined to get some answers...

Eddie Cambell

Eddie was one of the first to see the destruction at Megaton. The scope on his rifle gave him an advantage in the aspect he was the first to know everything, good or bad. This was definetly bad. Eddie looked at the corpses of the Brahmin and the Ghouls indifferently, death was part of life, and an especially big part in Eddie's. He really didn't give a [censored] about the Ghoul, Eddie hated Ghouls because of their smell. The only thing Eddie cared about then was the fact that the equipment they were supposed to pick up in Megaton might be under Enclave control now.

If that happened Eddie was going to pissed. He walked over to the guy who seemed like a leader, Luke Eddie believed was his name, and asked him a question.

"How does this affect the mission? Where is the [censored] equipment we were supposed to pick up?"

The man looked at him with horror as he realised the Eddie didn't give a [censored] about the scene in front of him.

Alexa Garret

Alexa looked at the destruction with disgust, not for anything there but disgust for the Enclave who could slaughter all of the villages livestock and their security leaving them distraught and helpless. She wanted to kill all of them. She wanted to destroy them for the despicable acts! Who could be so heartless? Who could care so little for their own species? Easy-the Enclave, she thought to herself.

The kid walked inside and she followed him, eager to fulfill her bloodlust.

ooc: Crappy post again! But this sets the scene. Brown and Garrett, once you guys get to the saloon they'll be something there waiting to explain this whole thing....


Luke Daily, Megaton
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With most of the soldiers heading into the city, it fell to Daily to cut Gob down. When Eddie asked his question, he stumbled for words "They...they killed him. They strung up like a scarecrow. They..." They weren't coming. He couldn't fathom it. The Brotherhood were fond of saying that war was hell. This wasn't a war. This was an innocent man in a village, a man who'd gone out of his way to stay out of direct conflict. Daily looked back up at Gob again "Please, Eddie, just help me for a moment and we can get back on mission....Do you have a knife I can borrow? We need to get him down..."

"This is what you brought to my town?" Came the voice from behind them. Daily looked over his shoulder to see Lucas Simms walking toward them, hat off and looking like someone had just punched him in the gut. Villagers parted but kept their accusatory glances leveled at the sniper and the scientist "We couldn't do anything. I wanted to kill them when they walked out of that bar...but they said they'd burn us down. I couldn't let that happen. We stay outta the way, boy. We go out of our way to stay out Brotherhood and Enclave squabbles. We had ourselves a real simple life built up here. Why did this happen? Why'd..." He trailed off and turned away from them. Daily swallowed and looked up at Eddie again

"Do you have a knife?"

There were tears welling up in his eyes now. Most of the men who rolled with the Brotherhood had their emotions tempered. They learned to direct their anger in the right direction. He couldn't do that. He didn't have the stomach for it. Daily was what he was, and right now...he was crushed. He didn't take his eyes off Eddie though, as much as he wanted to look up at Gob again.

ooc sry i wasn't able to post my internet went down

Paladin John

He couldn't believe it. When he saw Gob he was very angry. Why would the enclave even attack megaton did they know that this was there supplies point? He walked into the town and saw that Luke and Eddie was there he also saw Alexa and Anthony go into the salon He ran up there to there might be something in the salon that could help them find out why the enclave attacked megaton. The look on the towns people was sad and angry. Did the enclave know about the vigilant? When he got up to the salon he was ready for whatever was inside.

OOC: I'd post, but I'm at a dead end for now. I'm not sure what else to put. Alexei, could you maybe move the story along a bit more so I can figure out what to put? Thanks
And Somegamer13...please punctuate correctly. There's nothing I hate more than reading choppy posts.

ooc: We seem to have lost some people. Which is a shame as we're just kicking the story into high gear. Write you showing up at the saloon Brown, and it'll pick up from there. I just didn't want to control your character.