OOC: Morgan

Morgan looked at Zalphon through the visor of the Stealth Suit.
"Hey. You want something? I'm kinda on a job at the moment."
Godammit, I don't have time for this, he thought to himself Ugh, people thinking I'm a postal service..

Zalphon grinned underneath is power armor and said, "Im a very, very, rich person, here to help you, assassin."

He then threw Morgan a bag of 125 caps and said, "Enjoy... Courtesy of the richest crimelord in the wasteland. Me..."

Josh walked into Megaton and saw some one who looked unusual sitting near the entrance "Um you have an unuasual like of clothing" Josh said.

Tyler looked up at the man who commented on his clothes.
Tyler rolled his eyes, "Vault Tec clothes I know they svck. Would you happen to know where I could find any descent clothes? Yours looks pretty cool."

"Yah you can get some clothes at Crater Side Supply but the owner is a little crazy, and your going to need a few caps here take this" Josh handed over 35 caps to the stranger "By the way I never got your name"

Tylers eyes lit up when the stranger gave him the caps, he immediately forgot that, that man kicked an old man.
Tyler replied, "Name's Tyler. Tyler Owens. And thanks for the caps I'm really grateful. But it's probably worthless, I won't last long here. You see nobody will let me in their house to stay at least a night. I guess your wondering where I came from. Well I'll tell you..."

Tyler told the man his story.
He then added, "Oh and what's your name?"

"Names Joshawa Schultz nice to meet you so your from a vault thats interesting I've been in a vault before people inside were crazy. Yah I know what you mean I came here looking for somewhere to sleep to I just woke up from sleeping on rubble"

OOC: ...Wow I'm supremely late. Sorry.

Megaton. The place stuck into Alex's mind, his dark brown eyes observing the protectron gauridng the giant gate, the massive doors beckoning all wastelanders to come. What a hell hole. Alex sighed as he grasped the handle of his Chinese Assault Rifle and entered through the doors, observing a person from a vault conversing with a settler, a few wastelanders talking here and there, the usual.

He shook his head, sighing. Same old, Same old. He walked to the two conversing by the gate."Hello there, excuse me for intruding, but what Vault do you hail from?"

Tyler looked over to another man who asked what vault he was from.

Tyler told him, "I'm from vault 34, it's not from around here. Actually I doubt you've even heard of it. And what be your name my fine sir?"

Josh looked at the man who interupted the conversation he let out a grunt.

Zalphon turned around and seen the two talking and walked over. He calmly said, "Greetings..."

OCC: Who are you talking about lol sorry

OOC: The vault feller and your character

IC: So you look like your from a vault, by your jumpsuit, Vault 34...

"Well I guess you can't have a conversation in Megaton without every second person interupting" mumbled Josh.

Zalphon took off his helmet, and spit on Josh and said, "Don't you dare speak to me like that..."

Josh looked at the man and said "I am not just talking about you, and you have a unique way of handeling things I like it". Josh raised his hand for a handshake.

Zalphon put his helmet back on and pulled out his plasma rifle and then asked, "Good Sir, are you sure you would like to fight one the Wasteland's most successful regulators?"

I may be lying through my teeth, but to earn his trust...or fear, I need to let him know I am one of the finest marksman in the wasteland.

"Hey hey hey hey I am not looking for any sort of fight" Joshawa raised his arms surrendering.

Zalphon grinned underneath his helmet as he said, "Perhaps I can forget about this, if you do me a favor."

Hmmm, this will be really rewarding...

Zalphon then said, "If you refuse, Sheriff Simms is also a regulator and will have no problems hanging up your hide..."

"Yes okay I will do this favor just dont kill me" replied Josh.

Zalphon calmly asked, "You don't want to die, do you?"

This could get very fun...

Morgan was almost at the Raider camp, he was passing the vault and could tell that something was happening there, something big. Morgan could also not get over the fact that some stranger gave him a bag of caps.. Most unusual indeed. And what the he call himself? Oh yes, "the richest crimelord in the Wasteland".
Suddenly, Morgan's train of thought was interrupted by gunfire and what could be discerned as a call to arms. Raiders he thought. Morgan ducked behind a nearby rock, activating his Stealth Suit.
"Where'd that little bastard go?" he heard one of the Raiders say. "Hey! C'mon out, you stupid bi-" the Raider's head exploded before any more could be said.

Now that the annoying one is gone, time to get what I came for. Morgan quietly sneaked passed the Raiders who were firing blindly and shouting swears at thin air. This is too easy, sneaking passed a bunch of Raiders to get to their leader./i] Just then, Morgan came across a roughly built shack of scrap metal. He guessed, since this was the only shack, it was where the leader stayed.

Inside the shock was horrible, there were bodies, whole and dismembered, chained and nailed to the wall. The Raider sign was painted in blood in some places. While moving through this morbid shack, Morgan came across a door that said; "Wild One's Room". [i]Time to finish this and get home

Morgan open the door and sneaked in, then closed the door without alerting Wild One at all. He was just there, sitting in a chair drinking whiskey and a lot at that, there were empty bottles everywhere and the man was completely intoxicated. Morgan came up behind the man, drawing his knife loudly to scare the man. He could see the man glancing side to side.
"I believe you have something of my friend's." he whispered.
"Wh-who are you? What are you talking about" he whimpered.
Morgan spotted an odd looking item on the desk Wild One was sitting at. A statue.
"Nevermind." he said and slit Wild One's throat then searched through his pockets for anything useful.

Tyler looked in shock at the man in the large armor. He had heard of Regulators, they obeyed the law and fought off evil.
"No how dare you speak to him like that, your a Regulator and your asking a innocent man for a fight. You should be ashamed, shake hands and leave it at that. We don't want blood on our hands as I'm sure you don't want to fight off the rest of this town. Not even Lucas Simms could protect you then."
Tylers heart was beating.

"No no no I do not want to die"

Tyler has a good point Regulators are not like that