Hehe, well somones gotta die first right?... but really, if Max is dying, its going to be Kirby that kills him! ))

James slowly walked around the hole, and heard fighting ahead. "Max!" he cried out. He pulled out his flashlight, and turned it on. The next sight he saw startled him. A large, towering beast was clawing at a smaller hole, with something blue attacking it.

The blue, was Max's jumpsuit. "[censored]." he said, and James looked around for anything that could help. All he could find was some rocks and started to throw at it. "Not my best idea yet, but there's nothing else I can do."

"Come on you big bastard, how about you fight someone who wants to kick your big fat ugly ass!"

He ran back to the barn, after disappearing for a while.

"*Huff, huff*, Hey, guys, I think I lost it...*Huff* It started eating some two headed cow thing, like that." He points to the brahmin corpse.

He looks to see James, yelling into a hole, he runs and looks down.

"[censored], another one."

He looks up at James, "What do we do?".

The Deathclaw turned to James, roaring and letting much blood and saliva exit its mouth. It began to stomp toward him, raising a claw to swing when suddenly a loud series of Bang's could be heard emitting from near it, pieces of its head seeming to explode as bullets penetrated it.

The creature collapsed on the ground, thrashing about wildly as it swung its claws blindly, not a clue where to go. And then, with one final attempt of a roar, the creature went limp.

"Hope your other friend finds you and eats your [censored] corpse, you piece of [censored]!" Max could be heard saying, the officer trying to stand but then letting out a yelp before falling to his left knee, blood seen rolling out of his right. What appeared to be some sort of custom built assault rifle could be seen lying not to far from him, perhaps the weapon used to kill the beast.

Rushing over, James began to inspect Max's wounds. He frowned, and tried to lift him up. It was a pain, but he was able to lift him up just enough. James carried Max over to the hole, and pushed as hard as he could to get him through the hole.

"Guys, get Max medical attention ASAP." he called out while they lifted Max up. James turned around, and kicked the dead body, half expecting it to get up and strike him down. Taking a slow, deep sigh, he turned over to the assault rifle.

"It looks... unique..."

Max let out a groan, collapsing on the ground of the Wasteland, relieved.

"Guys... just... take me to my house..' he said, not knowing if anyone was there or not, "My father is a doctor... I have a key... he can help."

Dornan was on his chair looking at the security cameras. He saw two men, or three, hiding out inside of the cafeteria, B1 to be exact. The fools had looted the place and some were still there. Dornan pressed the intercom and advised security.


" This is Dornan to Vault tec security, we have to renegades inside of cafeteria B1, please make an arrest using mesmetron prototypes. See if they work properly. And do go look for the doctor, it seems he has left the premises."

Dornan was infuriated that some of his own people were freaking out. The vault wasn't going to be abandoned. IT was only going to have a few inhabitants populate the outside. Yet many vault dwellers are afraid. Dornan was going to have to use a lot of mezzing.

Jack was frozen. They spoke about medecine and medical attention, but he and the doc stole all of it.

Without saying anything, he ran back to the vault, walked passed the guards, and then ran back into the barricaded, secret hideout, "W-We've got a problem, man! Someone was hit, and they talk about getting medecine! They're going to know we're missing, and the meds were stolen! Who do you think they'll blame?".

Skippy... that song... has been stuck in my head, ALL DAY! You will pay! And can somone help Max before he bleeds to death? Please...? ))

James took the rifle, and grunted. He then looked up, and called out for someone to help pull him out of the hole. He didn't know who did, but someone did. When on top again, James ran over to Max.

"I'll get you to your home, friend."

James rushed as fast as he could while holding onto Max, while slowed him down. He ran past the guards, who went to get aid and stimpacks. "The guards can help you, or do you need to go to your father?"

"Just.. take me to the doctors office... he will help.." Max muttered quietly, the blood leaving a trail on the ground. How did a day going so well end up like this? Soon enough, Max would be needing to make holotapes, just in case he was killed before being able to report anything. 'Yes... my father will help."

James rushed Max to his father, asking him every few minutes where he was at and which direction to take. Many onlookers watched in horror of the bloody men and the one dangerously close to death.

"I'm not letting you die on me, friend. You still have some building to do!" cried out James. He at last found the father, and gave Max to him. James watched and tried to sit down, to get a moments rest.

Max leaned himself against a wall, a white haired man looking Max over with a doctors coat on, shaking his head.

"What did I tell you Max. Kill before getting injured..." the man said, a name tag visible on his coat. Jim "Sit down at the table... I will patch you up the best I can, though we seem to have run into a major shortage of medical supplies."

Max nodded slowly before setting himself on a table. Around the room, many trays and steel shelves could be seen, along with a sink. A small table for supplies and what not lay not to far from where James was sitting, four holotapes visible, two marked CLASSIFIED, one marked JOURNAL, and the last having no marks at all.

"So... who should I be thanking for helping my son?" Jim could be heard saying, approaching Max with a tray, a set of large tweezers, cloth, and shot-needles visible.

Everything seemed to have happened in the blink of an eye. Alex saw James hauling Max, back to the Vault. The other dwellers stood confused, just like him.

He went in the small tunnel to see what might have been in there. Along with a dead Deathclaw, he saw an assualt rifle, customised, with some clips of ammo. Alex managed to squeeze the assault rifle in his bag, and closed it. Without saying anything to the others, Alex silently entered the Vault, and went to the cafeteria to think things out.

"He didn't need any help. Max seemed to find this very nice assault rifle and took care of the creators outside. James walked over and laid the assault rifle next to max. "You'll need it more than I will." he whispered.

James walked off, and back to his room to get cleaned up.

((OOC: Crap, you took the rifle. Well, still got me some whiskey. Booze is always fun in RPs. ))

Christ this rp makes me want to get back to my The Wasteland Wars trilogy! Probaly end up tossing Vault 118 in as a reference ))

Max let out a sigh, setting the gun off his lap as his father moved the tweezers across his leg.


"Im telling you Max, if your going to aim those guns, be prepared to shoot... christ what the hell happened to you?" Jim said, looking the wound over with great curiosity.

"Attacked by some beast... dad, there are other humans ou-" Max let out a gasp as he felt something get pulled out of his leg. His father raised a bloody bullet infront of Max's face.

"You do not play well with others, do you?" Jim said quietly, observing Max's leg wound before setting the tweezers down. The security officer could be seen getting noticeably more pale with each passing second.

"D-dad... can.. can I have some of your holo-tape recorders?" Max muttered, Jim wrapped the cloth around his wound to stop from so much blood getting out.

"Sure, after I get done sticking this needle in your nuts...." Jim replied, Max's eyes widening in horror. "Not really... just a little jab in your legs wound. Now, if you feel dizzy, come back to me immediately. The medicine may or may not work."

Max nodded, grabbing a few holotapes on his way out, strapping the assault rifle across his chest and heading to the cafeteria. He needed food and drink. And after that, some rest.

Alex didn't know what to do after that attack. He was terrified, and just wanted to crawl in his room, and never leave. He saw Max enter the Cafe, limping, but breathing. Alex gave off a sigh of relief.

"Thank god. Say Max, could you come over here for a minute. Just need someone to drink with."

Alex opened the rucksack, and pulled out two bottles of whiskey. He found four, and planned on giving one to Max anyway.

Max looked to Alex, limping his way to him and setting himself down. He unstrapped the assault rifle and set on the table quietly, letting out a sigh.

"So much for exploration... but hey, im a vet now hehe."

Alex laughed along with Max. He wondered how long it would take for him to get better. He just decided to let it go, and pulled out the two bottles of whiskey.

"I planned on trading these to that Wine fanatic, seeing how these are 'vintage'. But hell, after everything that's happened, i'd say we both deserve a mans drink."

He handed one to Max, and opened his bottle.

"Bottoms up!", Alex said as he smiled and drank straight from the bottle.

He didn't care if people were mad because he was drinking in public. He thought if they went through what he and Max did, they would be doing the same.

James was finished cleaning up and changed into another utility suit. He pressed his forehead into his hands, and softly sighed. Today was extremely daunting. He needed something to calm himself and relax.

Sitting up slowly, James walked over to his cabinet and pulled out the 10mm pistol and tied to to his suit just in case anything else happened. He then walked to the cafeteria. Upon reaching there, he noticed Alex and Max, his two helpers, and hopefully friends.

"Hey, guys. Mind if I take a seat here with you?"

Alex noticed James enter the cafeteria, in relaxed clothing. He asked if he could sit down with him and Max.

"Sure, no problem. Hold on a second."

Alex got up and walked towards the dispensers in the cafeteria. There were different ones, but the one he was looking for was the glass dispersal machine. He took three glasses, and sat back down at the table.

"Don't know if you're much of a drinker James, but here.", as Alex handed him a glass.

"Help yourself. I managed to find this whiskey while we scavenged. Sometimes, you just need something to calm your spirits."

Alex filled his glass with whiskey, and began drinking some more.

"W-We've got a problem, man! Someone was hit, and they talk about getting medecine! They're going to know we're missing, and the meds were stolen! Who do you think they'll blame?" Came the rushed voice of Jack. The doctor had been sitting down, rifling through the medical supplies as he spoke, nearly causing him to fall backwards off his chair. "Woah, woah. It's alright, stay calm ok?" The doctor rubbed his chin slowly and looked to Jack. "So what if they come?" He asked, smirking a bit. "We've got the guns. We've got the supplies. We've got the equipment." He buzzed the door open fully for Jack to come in. Harold swung the bag of medical supplies back into its hiding place and stood up from his chair, still smirking a bit.

"We're going to need fire extinguishers and anything even slightly sharp. Got it?"

"Got it, dude!".

He didn't know where he was going with this, but he was smarter then most vault dwellers, so he trusted him.

"I'll get the extinguishers first. I think there's one in all the halls.".

He got the first one, which was down where they were, and put it in a corner, then he when to most of the halways, and a half hour later, he had eleven of them in a corner, with at least twenty bottlecaps, as the edge could cut you, and shards of broken glass from the Nuka-Cola bottles.

Max sat quietly, taking the whisky and drinking it from the bottle, just giving off a nod. Something was on his mind, that much was obvious... but what?