OOC: Ok, so here's a quick summary...

Part 1: We started off inside Vault 110 (One-Ten). For 200 years the vault had been closed and many generations of men and women were born in the vault and had died in the vault. The current generation were nieve and weak individuals who had never been in a fight before and were blinded to the reality of the world, with nothing but stories and pictures to believe in. The daily life of, and the relationships between, the vault dwellers were established and they lived out their lives in harmony as we followed ups and downs of life in Vault One-Ten...

Part 2: At Midnight, a synchronized assault was made on Vault One-Ten and explosions went off all over the vault. Out of the walls came hordes of raiders as they killed, tortured, abused and ate the frail victims of the vault. In the madness, a group of individuals banded together in a desperate bid to survive and managed to escape the vault through the main entrance. It wasn't an easy task and the engineers had to come together to fix the 200 year old door while some defended their position and others cowered in the corner. After getting the door open and the rays of hope beamed down the tunnel, they ran for the light but their hearts sank when they found themselves surrounded by slavers who had made a deal with the raiders to enslave the escapees. With an impulsive evasion tactic, their proclaimed leader "Max Strive" set off an explosive distraction that gave the group enough time to run but in the confusion they scattered and all got seperated...

Max managed to establish a base camp in an abandoned quarry with his family and a few other survivors with everyone chipping in contributing to their survival and wellbeing together. Max sent out a radio transmition through a HAM radio found in the main quarry building stating that he would be in a certain location when the sun was highest in the sky everyday and that any survivors who were still alive should meet him there as there was still hope for them in the form of the newly established "New Haven" where he could supply them with food, water, shelter and comfortable living conditions... Some survivors heard the broadcast and met him there, and they were reunited once again... They scavenged what they could and headed back to New Haven together...

Part 3: They must go on surviving and the best way they can do so is to scavenge, build and contribute to the construction of New Haven so it can prosper and ensure the safety and wellbeing of the Vault survivors... What happens next is up to you...

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BRIEF CHARACTER UPDATE:

Occasionally I will post Brief character updates allowing everyone who is taking part and those who are reading to see exactly where all the characters in play are and what they are doing; to help the game flow, to avoid confusion and also for reference purposes...

(If you want to join the game or you want your character removed from the game, please contact me with a private message)

Max Strive: New Haven
Status: Unpacking Supplies

Sarah Strive: New Haven
Status: Cooking

Ashley Strive: New Haven
Status: Watching Steven Leave

Jonathan Hunt: New Haven
Status: Watching Steven Leave

Sheena: New Haven
Status: Settling In To Their New Home

Marcus: New Haven
Status: Settling In To Their New Home

Ryan Sammuels: In New Haven
Status: Mingling With New Arrivals

Harley Andrews: New Haven
Status: Settling In To Their New Home

Kate: New Haven
Status: Settling In To Their New Home

Nikolai Laurence: Unknown Camp
Status: Held Hostage and Wounded

Caine Deckard: On Route To Mission In Wasteland
Status: Sergeant of a Team of Four

Christine Kendal: ???
Status: Missing Presumed Dead

Steven Strive (Blunt): Leaving New Haven
Status: Riding a Motorcycle

Jessica: In Wasteland
Status: Unknown

Paul McAlly: Pines Valley
Status: Living

Mary, Robbie, Lizzie: Pines Valley
Status: Hunting

Richard Warren: New Haven
Status: Watching Steven Leave

Judith: New Haven
Status: Settling In To Their New Home

James Richards: The Citadel
Status: Just Arrived

Lisa Parker: The Citadel
Status: Just Arrived

Joesph (Ex-Slaver): The Citadel
Status: Just Arrived

Brizo: ???
Status: Missing Presumed Dead

Isaac Isiniji: The Republic of Dave
Status: Leaving for Wasteland
Jessica (One of Dave's Wives): The Republic of Dave
Status: Leaving for Wasteland

Overseer Baldwin: ???
Status: Missing Presumed Dead

Vault Security 1+2: ???
Status: Missing Presumed Dead

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Kyle Whitmore: DECEASED
Status: Smashed Skull

Jimmy: DECEASED
Status: Throat Slit

Ronnie Mclain: DECEASED
Status: Concussion/Loss of Blood

Francois Jermane: DECEASED
Status: Tortured

Elisha Davidson: DECEASED
Status: Tortured

Zereth Acranum: DECEASED
Status: Hanging from Ceiling

Luke Sensus: DECEASED
Status: Decapitated

Hoover: DECEASED
Status: Overrun by Radroaches

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"Welcome to New Haven"

I've decided to try and paint a picture for everyone to try and visualise what our new home, now named "New Haven", actually looks like? Let me walk you through it?

- http://fc09.deviantart.com/images3/i/2004/11/2/b/Quarry.jpg (Except you go down into the quarry)
- http://www.kspg.org/images/reedquarry.jpg (New Haven is larger with buildings)
- Cabins (Situated in the middle around a courtyard area) Similar = (http://www.dirtco-construction.com/images/cabin/cabin_1636.jpg) (http://www.westdeertownship.com/West%20deer%20HTML/Image16.jpg)
- http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/3424985690_d0eb74bec3.jpg?v=0 (Exterior)
- http://th00.deviantart.net/fs36/300W/i/2008/288/4/e/OLD_QUARRY_STRUTURE_by_mikebydesign.jpg (Interior)
- http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2006/165/3/f/Quarry_Cavern_by_Salemburn.jpg(Found in the far left corner from the entrance)
- Miscellaneous: http://s0.geograph.org.uk/photos/97/39/973923_b01c23cb.jpg, http://www.antaisce.org/Portals/3/Photos/quarry-co-monaghan.jpg, http://th00.deviantart.net/fs49/300W/f/2009/181/c/7/c79f14427603e3377a143e6514773b8e.jpg, http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs39/f/2008/342/e/7/Quarry_nightmare_by_BiohazardXXVII.png, http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs38/f/2008/344/5/c/Quarry_nightmare_II_by_BiohazardXXVII.png

As you reach the gates there are cliffs either side. You go through the gates and you can see a view overlooking the whole quarry. On the left are some mine carts, digging and mining equipment and machinery, and a cavern entrance. All around the place are small and large cabins divided by roads and there is a open courtyard in the centre (currently has a fire where Sarah is spit roasting a Molerat). On the right and down a road a bit is a large concrete building. This building has a main open warehouse area that Max wants to clear out and turn into a canteen/communal area. There are 3 garage style lock aways with big metal shutters that Max envisioned as a good place for people to set up shop and for New Haven to trade with locals and other towns. Up the metal stares on the right leads to a large storage area, Max's office (he commandeered it in the last few pages of Part 2) and the Med-Bay (that Ryan has set up).

If you wish to add something or build something from scavenged metal and wood etc, from the wasteland or from around the quarry, feel free. Anything you can think of that would contribute to the well being and survival of the Vault One-Ten dwellers, please feel free?

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2pm and the spirits are high in New Haven. Everyone was so happy to see each other alive and in one piece? There were still other survivors of Vault One-Ten out there, but for now they had other things to be doing, like making themselves at home and adjusting to their new life. Sarah was preparing a meal for the reunited Vault One-Ten survivors. She had set up a kitchen in one of the cabins with the help of Ashley and a Molerat burned bright over a blazing fire in the centre of the courtyard in the middle of the quarry...

Max was putting some supplies away when he heard the raw of Steven's motorcycle as he rode up the hill towards the gate?

Max stood there staring with his mouth open a little. He got it running? Max thought to himself amazed at Steven's handy work with the bike. When Max came to out of his trance, he started to run towards Steven trying to catch him before he left?

He wasn't sure if he would make it in time?

Part 3! Alright!!!! :goodjob:



Nikolai looked at the woman in front of him for a moment. She was wearing a Wasteland Wanderers Outfit,with goggles lifted above her eyes at the moment. One of the men around the fire wore the same outfit that she did and had a scruffy beard,the other two were wearing what looked like gas masks to cover their faces,and had long-sleeved Merc outfits that didn't expose any of their skin. They didn't look like the people who attacked the vault,and for the moment she and her group didn't kill him.

"Well talk dammit. Whether or not we kill you is entirely up to what you say,and whether or not we believe your story,and right now we're leaning towards killing you."

Nikolai didn't say anything. Instead he brought his head down and started thinking to himself. He felt tired...really tired,and he wasn't in the mood for argueing right now. He desperately needed to get a stimpack. If only to force his body going for a while longer.

"I...I need a stimpack. I'm going to die without one..."

The woman looked at him for a moment,he was in bad shape. He certainly looked like he was going to die,but did she want to risk wasteing one on a guy they might kill anyway. She went back to her group to make her decision.

"Alright boys what do you think of this guy?" One of the men with mask started his opinion with,"Well he sure isn't with Talon,and I doubt he's a raider with that outfit. What do you think Shady?" The other masked man looked at them all and shrugged. The bearded man had scratched his beard for a while before saying,"Well he might be a trader who lost his brahmin. I hadn't seen water as clean as his since we bought purified water in Megaton. Not just anyone has water like that you know."

"Well it wasn't like he did any harm.",said the first man,"But then again he could just slit our throats at night". The bearded man got up and pulled out a knife and handed it to the woman. "Alright Linda,let the poor bastard go. We keep an eye on him and tie him up at night. We cant just let him walk away knowing one of our spots. Not yet anyway. Besides,you just need to take one look at that guy to know a kid could take him. He was just lucky last night."

With a nod acknowledging his decision,Linda went to release their prisoner.

Steven got up from his handle bars. The motorcycle ran under his body and vibrated. The entire area buzzed around him. People looked at him on the bike, in front of the rusted gate that stood before him. Steven closed his eyes and thought hard. Jessica had ran. He was about to. The sun was shining hard on him, making his back sweat. The heat ate through his clothing and crawled up and down his skin. The exhaust from the bike billowed around him as he revved the bike again. He was about to leave before he heard something behind him. Footsteps? Max was running towards Steven with a worried look. Steven sighed, shut off the bike and turned to listen to what he had to say. He had to tell his dad what was up anyway.

Harley and Kate were inside their cabin, moving the furniture around to make the place a bit more roomy. Harley ran outside when he heard the sound of an engine, and saw Steven riding a motorbike.

Awesome, He thought to himself, he had always wanted to get one of those going as well. He'd spent most, if not all his life studying books about them. He'd never seen one first hand but he could completely rebuild one from what he had learned.

He went back into the cabin and he and Kate finished rearranging the furniture. They put their radio on the small coffee table and plugged it in, the HAM radio went on the round dining table. Kate turned the radio on so they could listen to the tunes, and so she could try and get Harley to dance with her, just for a bit of fun. And she got what she wanted, within about five minutes they were dancing to the music, song after song.

They danced for a long time, finally getting tired and deciding it would be wise to get some sleep. It would be a big day tomorrow. Harley wanted to go find two dining chairs to go with the dining table, which could take a long time. They lay on the bed listening to the music for a while. For some reason they could never bear to turn it of, but after a while they did and fell asleep.

OOC: Someone Post? I dun want it to die :'(

Caine held a single cigarette and began toying with it as he felt the urge to smoke rise more and more. Eventually he flicked it and started walking back to his squads campsite. As he came upon them he saw they were all eating their first rations of the day. Meal's Ready to Eat, or MRE's were not a pleasant thing to live off of by any stretch of the imagination. With the artificial flavor, the lumpy Instamash that supposedly tasted just like mash potatoes with a little water applied and the ever-so-disgusting Salisbury Steak it barely passed as edible.

They finished their "meals" and packed up the equipment, setting off on the path to their objective once again. Purcell or "Percy" as the squad had taken to calling him, fired off a single round that caused a massive *CRACK* to resound throughout the Wasteland, his .50 cal loud enough to wake the sleeping dead on occasion. "Percy you [censored] moron, what'd you do that for?!" Percy motioned for Caine to take cover as he spotted what he was firing at, spotting a group of 15 or so feral ghouls coming their way. "Mother[censored]!" Caine said as he shouldered his M4 and crouched behind an old rusted out car of some sort.

The ghouls were screaming out in all of their raspy glory, the promise of warm human flesh to feast on driving them into a frenzy. "Smitty, sneak 'round back of them and start hurling frags. God help you if you over-shoot on one of them and kill us instead. Smoke, I want you to lay down cover fire so Smitty makes it in one piece! Percy, you keep popping their heads off until I say different."

Each member of the squad followed their orders accordingly and Caine assisted Smoke in laying down cover fire. It wasn't until Smitty was half way across the field and nearly behind them when Caine spotted it, a Feral Ghoul Reaver hiding amongst it's weak brethren. "SMITTY! GET YOUR ASS BACK HER ASAP! Double-time you worthless grunt maggot!" Caine yelled as he began firing the remainder of his clip into the reaver in an attempt to get it's attention. Too late. The reaver was already on Smitty and tearing through his combat armor like tissue paper, digging his razor sharp claws into the poor young man and taking him out easily.

"Men! Focus all of your firepower on the reaver! We're taking this [censored]ers head for Smitty!" Smoke and Percy didn't need anymore reason then that to begin taking chunks out of the creature. Percy's rifle took the reaver's left arm off and Smoke's minigun handled the rest. At the end of the vicious skirmish only mangled body parts and gore remained where the ravenous ghouls once stood. Caine approached Smitty's corpse and began stripping it of all valuable equipment. "Take his [censored] and store it in your pack. On our way back we'll call for a body requisition squad so he can be buried back at Fort Bannister."

Just like that the now smaller squad of Talon Mercs were back on track, Smitty's death only hindering them for a moment. Of course it didn't affect them on a personal level, Caine was a full-on sociopath at this point and as for the rest of the squad such emotions were defeated and beaten down in Talon Co's training process. A few hours passed until they reached a small settlement surrounded by old abandoned houses and a makeshift wall of scrap parts. They walked around the fortifications and came to the entrance which had two cars stacked on each side of a tiny bridge. Before he could start across the small pond he noticed what had to be a guard aiming to blow his head off with a hunting rifle.

Both of his remaining men drew their weapons and aimed at the man in leather armor and a riot helmet on reflex alone. If their leader was killed, the consequences for them would be far greater at Commander Jabsco's hand. "N-Now you three just hold up! What's your purpose in Big Town?!" the man said in a shaky, nervous tone. Caine raised his hand and lowered it, signaling his men to check their weapons and play it cool for the time being. They did so the moment his hand went down, and Caine started toward the guard. "Not one step further or it's a bullet in your head!" he screamed.

Caine shook his head and laughed a little at the mans over-vigilance and began to reassure him in a pseudo-genuine tone. "Look, we're just humble travelers looking to do a little trade. If your going to shoot us down, do it now. If not, calm the hell down and let us through."

The man seemed to calm down a bit and come to his senses. "Sorry about that... We've been having a lot of trouble with Super Mutants lately." he said in an apologetic tone.

Caine brushed the mans apology off with an indifferent shrug, motioning for his men to follow him. After entering town he could plainly see the man with the rifle and riot helmet was the towns only protection. He turned back to his men and whispered something only audible to them. "Right, so we're going to rest for a few hours. After that we put down everything breathing in this little [censored]hole of a town. They gotta have some medical supplies and food stores, even in a dump like this." Both Smoke and Percy nodded and the three murderers sat down and began conversing with the Big Town locals.

Ryan looked at Steven sitting on his bike. He studied his face, looking for some hint of his motives, and what he planned to do. Ryan looked around. everyone was there except Jessica. Stevens face was shrouded in complete focus, looking on towards the gate, with his massive bike revving once and awhile. Ryan reached into his bag and pulled out a stimpack and two med-x, along with a handfull of bandages. He aproached Steven, and looked down at the medical supplies in his hand. He held up the med-x syringe for Steven to see.

"I dont know where your going, and I dont know why...But these will help you. This is Med-x. Its a pain killer, as you most likely know. Use it in small doses, as it will put you to sleep if you use too much of it." Ryan set the two syringes on top of the gas tank and reached for the precious stimpack.
"Use this sparingly Steven. These are not easy to come by." Ryan said and set the stimpack and bandages on top of the gas tank as well.
"I wish i could spare you more, but its all we can right now." Ryan said as he clapped Steven on the shoulder.
"take care of yourself, and bring yourself back in one piece Alright?"

Nikolai saw the woman come towards him again. To a bit to his own surprise,he didn't care when he saw her pull out the knife. Maybe he was too tired,or he couldn't find a strong enough will to live inside him,but he figured she was here to kill him. There were only a few thoughts in Nikolai's head at that time,"Well I guess this is it.","At least I went farther than most". As the woman was upon him one last thought ran through his mind,"Its okay. I'm tired,and I could use the rest..."

Nikolai opened his eyes when he felt his hands get cut free. He looked up at the woman,seeing her put away the knife. When she saw the suprised look on Nikolai's face she smirked a little,"Your still dead if you do something stupid,but restraints are usually for people who pose a threat",she said with a laugh.

"How anti-climatic",Nikolai said as he rubbed his wrists. Noticing the woman's confused face Nikolai explained,"I talk to myself a lot,alright". He soon got the impression that this woman laughter at his expense was the least of his problems. "Was it this hard to stand up earlier? I...I think something is wrong with me." In moments an overwhelming pain struck him at the spot of the claw slashes and blood started to flow out of the wound much faster than before.

Nikolai collapsed onto the ground again,everything wasn't working anymore,he threw up on the ground,and his scratches burning. "Ben! Ben! This guys going out on us! Get over here NOW!!!" In his now blurred vision,he saw the people around the campfire run towards him. He couldn't hear what they were saying,in fact,he wasn't hearing anything anymore. His vision blurred more and more until he couldn't see anything anymore. As he slipped farther and farther away,even the pain was disappearing. Something inside him refused to live here. And prehaps his will to die was overpowering the faint will to live.

OOC: I am extremely sorry for my absense.


Paul had been walking for days. He was thirsty, hungry, and was exhausted. He had said goodbye days ago to Pines Valley, and was walking towards the place that he heard Max talk about. He was appalled about how ugly this place was. He had expected some trees to have grown in 200 years. This is depressing.

He saw it. Some people were approaching him. They were talking but he couldn't make out what they were saying. "No, [censored] he looks healthy. We should sell him." One said. "Yeah but I haven't killed any thing in a long time," Another said. "Screw this. Die [censored]!" The third one yelled, pulling out a bolt-action rifle.

The shot pulled him back to reality. He instinctively jumped to the ground. "Good going, [censored] you killed him,' the first one said, "Oh well let's go scavenge him," Paul picked up a stick on the ground while lying down. As the first one came up upon him, Paul lunged and stabbed the stick right through the man, but he didn't, and there was no one there. "What the f-" he said collapsing.

((OOC: Sorry for not posting in a while, too))

James and the other's followed the man. Jasmine walked behind them. Joseph was dropped off at the infirmary and Jasmine brought James and Lisa to the barracks. They dropped their stuff at an empty bunk bed. "It's empty here." Lisa observed.

"Yeah," Jasmine looked around. "most of the initiates and knights went on a Super Mutant campaign in D. C. and won't be back for a while. You can stay here till they return."

"What was that thing that went up into the sky and brought us here?" James asked.

"Those?" Jasmine had here hand on the post of the bunk bed leaning on it. "Those are verti-birds, we've had them for about a year. There's an air strip just a little bit east of the D. C. ruind where we keep them. We found an enclave blueprint and have had success in making them, but they don't last for very long and the parts to make them are very hard to find." (I know verti-birds don't need an airstrip to take off but that's where they are)

OOC: Sorry for not posting, I just don't feel like RPing right now. Can someone take control of my characters? Don't worry I'll be back!

OOC: Sorry for not posting, I was too busy playing the videogames I got for my 18th birthday.

Richard just looked on as Steven boarded his motorcycle and prepared to leave. After Ryan gave him some medical supplies, Richard came over and said, "Well, if you're going to leave, I might as well give you this to scan into your Pip-Boy." Richard handed Steven his map of the Capital Wasteland. He then said, "Be careful out there, the Capital Wasteland is desolate, depraved, and deadly. Good luck Steven, may God be with you." Richard then waited to see Max's response.

OOC: Can i join in?

OOC: I really think your a bit late, it's gone through three threads.

OOC: Well its really up to strive. But I wouldn't have a problem with new blood. There are only a few frequent posters on this thread. Just introduce yourself in a creative way.

IC: Nikolai opened his eyes to the sight of a rusty tin roof. It took him a moment to remember what happened. He wasn't feeling any pain at the moment,so he tried to lift himself upright. As he moved,a sharp pain could be felt at his chest. He looked at himself,and saw some old bandages wrapped around his torso. "You okay their kid? I was afraid we wasted that stimpack on you."

He turned to see a man wearing a gas mask sitting outside the shelter. Nikolai remembered him as part of the group who caught him. "What are you guys doing helping me? Last I remember,you were ready to kill me." Nikolai could hear the man chuckling behind his mask.

"Well...we were ready to kill you if we had to. Thats life in the wasteland,but dont mistake us for a bunch of [censored] raiders. Those guys dont even qualify as human. We just needed to figure out if you were dangerous. Oh,and the names Hypnos by the way". Hypnos walked up to Nikolai and put a tin plate of molerat meat and a stimpack on the ground in front of him. "It tastes terrible,but at least the stimpack will help. And dont feel to grateful,the stimpacks one of yours we took."

It was very painful for him,but Nikolai was able to pick up his meal from the floor. This pain was becoming unbearable,and Nikolai remebered an old trick his buddy Jonathan taught him for the cuts he got on the job in the vault. Removing the bandages around his chest,he revealed the deep cuts made by the Yao Guai. Nikolai was amazed he was still alive after having such a severe wound go untreated for so long.

Grabbing the stimpack,Nikolai then carefully squirted the contents over the cuts. The stimulants can start healing a specific wound almost immediately if they are applied on the wound. Hypnos looked on intrigued by Nikolai's first aid. He had never seen a stimpack used like that,but then again,there aren't that many people who no what the hell they're doing out here when it comes to medicine.

As he let the stimpack do its work,he tried talking to Hypnos for awhile. He hadn't had a decent conversation since the attack on the vault.

Ryan had returned to his med-bay. There was not much too do around New Haven. Ryan looked at his hunting Rifle sitting on a nearby table. He picked it up, and took ten rounds from his cabinet and loaded two mags full. He Dropped them into his bag, and checked to see how many rounds he had loaded already.

A whole mag. So thats fifteen rounds...That autta be enough.

He picked up his rifle and slung it over his shoulder, and headed for the gate. A few people stopped him on his way, but Ryan simply told them his was going hunting.

we need food anyways...and i need to get out and breathe. see what this place is really like.

After Ryan got outside the gates he headed west a little, simply exploring, and looking around.

not much to look at.
movement caught his eye. Ryan instantly went into a crouched position and looked towards the movement. A large rat with enourmous teeth crawled out of a dead bush, and lazily walked towards an irrated puddle of water. It was a molerat. Ryan had heard the new comers talk of them.
Well, foods food. Ryan thought, and raised his rifle. He took slow, deep breaths, waiting for the bead to line up on the rats body. suddenly, Ryan twitched his finger causing the gun to go off. Ryan saw the Molerat kick up its back legs and start to run. it only made three strides before it fell over and squirmed on the ground. It let out a loud grunt and continued to roll and kick.
Ryan leapt up in exitement and drew his long knife. he scrambled over to the dying Molerat and, while dodging its flying limbs, slit its throat.
Exausted, Ryan sat down on the ground, and focused on getting his breathing under control. Ryan looked at his pip-boy. It was picking up a radio station... Ryan flicked it on. The Radio sputtered and gave out a little feedback, but Ryan could make out a mans voice.
"This is Three dog your....disk jockey! Whats a...hell if I....But ima going to...spinnin them anyways!" A song started. A man was singing about not wanting to start the world on fire. Ryan looked around at the desolate wasteland.
Hmm. Ironic.
Ryan looked at the dead molerat, and sighed. It was time to clean this thing. he spent the next five minutes carefully cutting out, and carefully packing the meat in his bag. he was sure to not let the meat touch his medical supplies. Satisfied, Ryan stood, and started to head back to New Haven.
More movement caught his eye to the left of him. Ryan turned his head, and looked. Three figures were moving fast towards him. They looked like they were at a full sprint. Ryans heart dropped.
Raiders! or worse.
They had already spotted Ryan, so there was no use in hiding. His only hope was to make a break for New Haven. He was only about fifteen minutes away. Ryan turned his head back to the east and took off at a dead sprint. Fear gripped his whole body, as he heard shouting behind him. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, echoing across the wasteland. Something Pierced through Ryans right leg, and tore most of the muscle from his calf. Ryan fell foreward, flailing his arms in front of him, trying to break his fall. He hit the ground hard and rolled one or two times. Ryan clenched his teeth in pain, and looked down at his leg. It was bleeding perfusely. he right pant leg was already slightly soaked in blood. Three men aproached him. The leader was chuckling.

"Hahaha. well, well, well, lookie here boys. Fresh meat." The leader said, as he took another step towards Ryan.

Ryan looked up, towards New Haven. He could just barely see the gates. Ryan franticly, tried crawling away from the men.

"Hahah. Woahh there feller." The leader quickly closed the distance, and planted his foot firmly on Ryans leg wound.
Ryan grunted, and clenched his teeth. he gripped his leg with his right hand.
The Lead man crouched down, and stuck his face in Ryans. He had a grizzly beard, and slightly long, blond hair. A cigarrette was pinched between his teeth.
"Whats your name." he said.
"...Ryan...Sammuels." Ryan said through clenched teeth.
Ryan felt light headed. his leg needed attention.
"Well Ryan... Tell me, Have you ever wanted to be a slave?" The man said as he brandished a funny looking collar from his belt with a smirk.
Ryan's eyes widened. The man made a move for Ryan's Neck, trying to secure the collar. Ryan thrust his right hand up into the mans face, haulting him, while Ryans left quickly slid out his long knife. He quickly slammed the blade into the mans Corroded Artery in his neck, and ripped the blade out, followed by a steady flow of blood. The man quickly became weak, and fell off of Ryan. His partners were dumbfounded, and quickly jumped onto Ryan, giving him knees, punches, kicks, or anything else they could use to cause pain to Ryan. Ryan tried slashing the closest one, but the man easily dodged it, and disarmed Ryan. Ryan was Kicked over to his back, where the men tied his hands behind his back, and stood him up on his knees. The men stood in front of Ryan, anger blazing in their eyes.
"What should we do with him?" One of them said.
"Lets kill the mother [censored]." The other one said, and made a lunge for Ryan. The other one quickly stepped in his way, stopping the man.
"Say, didn't Ben want to inslave this [censored]?"
The other man calmed down, and the two exchanged glances.
"Do you know how to work the slave collar?"
"No, but we could just walk him all the way to Paradise falls."
The other man nodded in agreement, and picked up his rifle. He turned and looked at Ryan, and raised his Rifle above his head. Ryan closed his eyes, and clenched his teeth, waiting for the impact. All he could do was hope that someone from New Haven would come looking for him.
"Nighty night you son of a [censored]!" The rifle stock slammed into Ryans temple.
Ryan Fell to the ground, and looked up at the two men standing over him. His vission faded into a blurr, and quickly became darkness.

"So what exactly are you guys? And if you dont mind me asking. Whats up with the mask?" Nikolai was a little confused when Hypnos raised one finger. "Uh...what does that mean?"

"It means you only get to ask one question. So think very carefully about what that one question is going to be. The others would get mad if I started telling you everything." Nikolai considered what was best to ask,but decided it would be best to ask a simple question anyway."Fair enough. Then let me ask what are you people?"

Hypnos started cleaning the hunting rifle he had slung over his shoulder as he answered Nikolai's question. "We're hunters most of the time. We follow the game around here,and we use abandonded spots like these as our camps as we hunt whats out here. We occasionally bring down unusually dangerous animals for rewards. That Yao Guai that cut you,killed four people in a settlement to Northeast (North of New Haven). We venture there often,and they hired us to kill it for them when we went into their settlement. We tracked it for six days before it found you. Your lucky we wounded it pretty badly by then."

Nikolai chuckled for a moment. "It figures thats how I survived. And here I thought I was finally turning into a [censored]." Both he and Hypnos shared a laugh at his remark,and for the first time since entering the wasteland,Nikolai felt genuily happy.

OCC: Decided to introduce a potential location for you guys to explore. Maybe make relations with your fist wasteland community?

((OOC:There needs to be a plot twist and it will get more active, I don't post alot anymore because I'm by myself andto make a worthwhile post I'll have to make a huge long post that will take a long time to write.)

James stopped by the med-bay and saw Joseph. His arm was patched up and he was resting. James made his way back to the barracks, taking a pit stop to look out into the courtyard. Nighttime. Once he arrived at the barracks he took the bottom bunk while Lisa took the top. James just fell asleep when he was awoken.

"James, you awake?" Lisa was felling around his bunk with her hands.

"Yeah, I am now." James grabbed Lisa's hands.

"Can I sleep here?"

James was caught off guard. "S-Sure." He moved to the edge of the bunk. Lisa laid down next to him on her shoulder. James did the same and reached his hand around her shoulder, taking her hand.

The barracks was empty. Not a single person but them. It was eeire quiet.

Lisa broke the silence. "You think we'll ever find the others? You know, from the vault?"

James was half asleep. "Yeah, we will. Eventually. Don't worry, their all fine. In a couple of days we'll go out and look for them again. And we'll find them. We really will."

James didn't get a response for a while so he figured she had gone to sleep. He closed his eyes and drifted off, thinking of the fate of the other vault one-ten dwellers.

"What exactly am I eating here Hypnos? Oh wait,does that count as a question beyond my limit of one?" Hypnos laughed a little and told him he would let that one slide. "My friend,you are eating two day old molerat,yum." Nikolai figured that explained the disgusting taste. "Well out of all the crap I've eaten out here,this might be what finally causes my stomach to rot." Hypnos just gave Nikolai a shrug before taking back the half eaten leftovers.

"Well I wouldn't worry about it too much yet. The others should have some more food by sundown. At the very least,they'll get some fresh molerat." Hypnos took the meat on the plate and put it inside a grimy looking bag. "This will make good bait for dog traps",he said. "Hey,seeing as were asking questions here,I think you owe some answers too". Nikolai was a little reluctant towards the idea,but it was safe to say these people weren't associated with the vaults attackers. And at least Hypnos has shown him a kindness much greater than one would expect,given the other wastelanders Nikolai has encountered. "Alright,what would you like to know Hypnos?"

"Where did you get that water of yours? There are hardly any settlements this far north,and none of them have water as clean as that." Nikolai was a little confused by his question. Was water really that bad out here? The water he had was just barely tolerable by vault standards. Nikolai just made the water so he wouldn't puke his guts out like Hoover did. "Hypnos...show me some of my water and your water."

Hypnos rubbed the back of his head,looking as if he was embarresed. "We sort of...drank...all your water while you were conked out for those couple of hours. We hadn't seen purified water in at least a year. We couldn't resist you see,but here is some of our water." Hypnos handed Nikolai a plastic bottle filled with the most disgusting water he had ever seen. The contents were a greenish-brown,with scum settled at the bottom. It didn't look remotely like water,and Nikolai doubted his Pip-boy could handle anolyzing something so befowled.

"Hypnos...this looks like poison. Dont you boil the water?" Hypnos was silent for a moment. Most likely with a confused face behind that mask of his. "Well we boil it to make stew,but why else would we do that?" Nikolai was a little suprised by that remark. "You boil it to kill the bacteria ofcourse. Otherwise this stuff might aswell be poison." By Hypnos's continued silence,Nikolai could tell this was going to take a while.

OCC: I would assume that the near impossibility for a typical wastelander to recieve a formal education,beyond survival and combat skills,would make it unlikely for them to know about germs. So unless they had some wasteland doctor with them,it would essentially leave them with Dark Ages standards for medicine. Wouldn't you agree? By all means correct me if you think I am wrong.

Frank was a war veteran with limited experience in medicine. As he was walking he saw two people one of the people said "hey can you help us?" he walked over and looked at a pot that looked like it was filled with poison "you do know you need to boil that" Hypnos raised a fist but nikolai settled things. frank pulled out a shishkabob and heated the water that helped kill the bacteria frank sat down and began to rest with nick and hypnos

OOC: Strive, get back here. I've waited for like 5 days now and no response :/ I'm moving on now. And Lone Wanderer, I have no objectio to you joining but please try to use proper grammar and submit a character sheet. Otherwise, good luck to ya. On a side note, I'm going out of town for a few days. I will post when I'm back.

Steven looked at Ryan with a burning vengeance. "Thanks doc. I might need these." Richard then approached Steven, and put the scarcely detailed map of the Wasteland into his Pip-boy. "Thanks a lot Richard, I'm defiantly going to need this. I'll try to update it more for you, provided I make it back..." Steven said lightly. He then swung his vision over to Max. "Mack....Dad. Jessica has left New Haven. I need to find her. I hope you understand, and thanks for all you have done." Steven leaned over and hugged his father good-bye, and revved up his bike. Dust flew as his back wheel started to spin, and slid to the right slightly before taking off, leaving the only "safe" place behind. Steven teared up, but not from the wind.

He was leaving his new home. His new, and big, project. Steven hated leaving Max and Ashley to so much pain, but Steven would come back. He knew he would. The bike roared as more gas was let into the pan, and Steven sailed in a north-west direction.

After Steven took off on his motorcycle, Richard said, "Well, if anyone needs me, I'll be in my hut." After handing the Vault holotape to Max, he then left. Once he got back to his hut, he found Judith sitting on the ground reading a book while "Into Each Life", was playing on her Pip-Boy. Richard said, "You know, If someone told me a week ago that I'd be forced out of the safety of my Vault and would have to traverse a nearly lifeless wasteland, I wouldn't have believed them." Judith said, "Well, we're here now, so let's make the best of it." Richard then explained to her about Steven's departure while they were reading.

Judith said, "I hope Steven can find her, in a worse case scenario, she could be dead or someone's slave. You did tell Steven not to go anywhere near Old Olney or that Power Station, right?" Richard said, "I didn't tell him, but it already was circled in red and I added a crappy drawing of a Deathclaw for good measure. If he goes to the Power Station, I hope he's found a companion by then. Not to mention the fact that he has a working motorcycle makes him a really big target." The duo then decided that they would try to talk to Max about their original plan and left the hut.

OCC: Hey Lone Wanderer,I'll just pretend you havent shown up yet. Reaper is right,you have to make a character sheet before you can join. We all had to make character sheets,its only fair.

IC: After 35 minutes of trying to explain the concept of germs to Hypnos,Nikolai learned he wasn't that good at explaining things. This was pretty much the first time he ever tried teaching anyone anything. So at the very least he could show him what to do.

For the next hour the two worked on getting more water from a nearby pond and doing their best to make it safer to drink. When all was said and done,they did pretty good considering they didn't have a filter. What still made Nikolai concerned though,was the fact they couldn't get rid of the radiation. His pip-boy told him the water was safe,but it didn't tell him it would taste like...soggy bread?

"What the hell is wrong with this water? And how the hell do I know what soggy bread tastes like"? Hypnos laughed pretty hard at that little remark. "You know I'm really starting to like you...uh...". The two relized that Nikolai had never even given his name. With his hand reached out to shake,Nikolai introduced himself formally as Nikolai Laurence. As the two shook hands over a pot of clean water,they didn't relize they were being watched.

OOC: Scholar, I hope you don't mind this and hi everyone I'm back

IC: Steven lowered his binoculars from his eyes. Hello Nikolai. Steven took his AK-47 off his bike and slung it on his shoulder. He started walking towards the two men shaking hands, and he started to get ready to aim. His front sight leveled with the back sight, and beaded on the other man's head. "Hey! You, in the Vault Suit! Remember me?!?" Steven called when he got within earshot. His AK-47 was at the ready just in case he was wrong about who he had seen.....

The two looked around to see who made the noise. They weren't expecting the others for another couple of hours,and they were in the middle of nowhere. Hypnos had his hunting rifle ready,as he scanned the hills that surrounded them.

Nikolai tried to figure out who this person could be. Nikolai was only wearing his vault security pants. Only someone from the vault could recognize the padding of his suit,but how many of them were left? It could just as easily be one of those psyco's that attacked the vault.

Hypnos motioned for Nikolai to stay down as he tried to get a bead on this guy. From out of nowhere some bullets hit the dirt around him. Looking in the direction of the shots,Hypnos saw a man holding an assault rifle of some kind. With the reflexes one would expect out of a wasteland hunter,Hypnos fired a single shot at the man. The bullet hit him on his left shoulder,sending the man onto the ground in pain.

Seeing that the fight was over already,Hypnos calmly ejected the spent round from his rifle and loaded the next one. In a few seconds the two heard the man start to cry out in pain. "Get dressed",Hypnos ordered,"If its a radier scout,we're leaving right now." Obediently,Nikolai put the rest of his vault security uniform on,and followed Hypnos as they made their way to the man.

The man had fell behind a small mound of rubble when he was hit,so Nikolai couldn't see his face cleary till now. He was wearing googles and his face looked half-starved and covered in grime,but there was still no mistake who it was,it was Steven.

Hypnos raised his rifle to finish off Steven when Nikolai grabbed it and pushed it towards the ground. "What the [censored] Nikolai,he tried to kill us. And the law of the wasteland is kill or be killed. Dont you know that kid?"

Nikolai frantically waved his arms around as he tried to explain to Hypnos. "No wait,wait alright. I know this man. He's from the same place as me." Nikolai then nelt down next to the frightened Steven. "What are you doing here,oh my god! Its okay he's with me,you dont need to rescue me. Come on,let me stop your bleeding." Nikolai looked up at Hypnos,and told him to grab the other side of Steven. Together they took him to bed to give him medical treatment.

OCC: Dont worry reaper,they're minor injuries. :shifty: