OOC: SO SORRY guys! My internet was down!

IC: Maric awoke hurriedly. It was like he'd been asleep for 3 days. He brushed his hair down to his shaggy style and got dressed. Today was the big day, after all. He needed to look his finest.

He made his way to the intercom system. The security officer fell asleep AGAIN, but Maric paid no attention. He was outta this hell hole.

"Everyone, this is Overseer Maric. Today is the day we've long waited for. We are free to do whatever the hell we want. Let's all go out into the world, people! If you are leaving with me, then meet me by the front vault door. Good day."

Name: Greck
six: Male
Age: 242 (Looks 42)
Race: Non-Feral Ghoul
General Look: Dark blue eyes, no hair, height up to 6'2 and of course, very few skin left.
Equipment: Combat Shoulders and Chest covering a basic Wastelanders shirt, and customized armor plated Wastelander pants with spiked toe boots (founded off a Raider)
Other: An illegal mercenary before the explosion in 2077, now that Mercenaries are legal then that makes his line of work all the more easier. He has trained highly in Mechanics, Bartering, and absolutely loves his Explosives. When he isn't blowing off heads for an easy pay, he enjoys relaxing and exploring either the Wastelands or drinking it up at the local pub in Megaton.

"RAAAAHHHHH!!! COME OUT TO DIE!!" The Super Mutant screamed, searching around the dark ruins of the small intersection in DC. The Mutant searched around some more hectically before BAM! the sniper shot blew off the Mutant's head. Greck didn't say a word, just reloaded his rifle, placed it in his holster on his back and stood out of the cover of the nearby bus bench "Damn Mutant's scream up a storm for no reason" He complained as he stopped and searched through the Mutant's corpse "God dammit! A complete bag of trouble and nothing to show for it!" He screamed

John hurried to the Vault door. People were cheering and screaming everywhere. It was extremely crowded. John sat down on a bench and waited for Maric to come. After a minute or two passed the vault opened and people poured out into the wasteland. John couldn't see the wasteland from where he was sitting but he sat on the nech still waiting for Maric.

"Oh my god. Look at all these people!" Maric said to himself as he made a hole for himself to get through. He saw that they had opened the door without his permission, and he was pissed. Can't find any good help these days! he said to himself as he finally made it to were John was sitting. The crowds had finally died down, and he saw the mess.

"Alright John, are we ready to go?" he asked as he grabbed John's arm and pulled him up. They hurried out of the Vault and ran to the open.

"You got your weapons and everything?" John asked. "And is whats-her-face coming?" John set down his rifle and pulled off his backpack. He opened it and showed Maric. "I got two bottles of water, some ammo, a couple insta-meals, and a small tent in here. This should help us as long as you got some supplies too."

Greck finished up his daily scrounging of items and equipment and looked across the hills of the Wasteland, from where he was it looked like people coming out of a hole in the cliffside. He rubbed the back of his head in confusion and decided to walk forward on towards the hole and people.

Stakes gulped a last breath of fresh air before sliding on his helmet, the power armour helmet filtered the air for impurities such as radioactive dust and biowarfare agents but the trade-off was it tasted metallic. The helmet clicked as it sealed with his power armour and his visual systems booted up.

>Welcome SGM Stakes.
>Armour Diagnostic Initiating?
>Armour Status: Green (98%).
>All Sub-Systems Functional.
>Visual HUD Initiating?

Stakes Stood up in the cramped Verti-Bird cabin, he grabbed a roof handle to keep balance and looked down to his men, a squad of four plus himself. Five men were too few for this mission, but there were not enough soldiers to go around. The Enclave had zones of interest all over the United States, boots on the ground were spread thin.

A scientist in a spacesuit-like uniform huddled in the cabin corner furthest from the hatch, two of his men were teasing the "egg-head" probably trying to blow of some steam.

"Leave the poor man alone, Jacobs." Stakes said, annoyed by the constant verbal jabbing.

Jacobs and Marshal went quiet, the only sound audible now was the constant thunder of the engines.

"ETA, five minutes." The pilot called.
"Ready up boys" Stakes said, slinging his laser rifle around and checking the energy cell as his men did similar.

((Redati has given me use of his character while he is away.))

Cira looked to her side and Von approached, she smiled wearily towards him. "Glad you could make it, what have you got for me?" Cira said, Von knelt down beside her affected shoulder revealing a syringe "Its Med-X, it should help with the pain and help you recover a bit. We should clean out the wound first so it doesn't get infected."

Cira's attention was quickly stolen by the sound of a flying machine in the far distance, a black spot in the brown sky. It was moving quickly, Cira had never seen anything like that in her life. She looked over towards Von as she removed her raincoat once more, "What do you that is? I've never seen something like that before."

Von looked on as well, "I've seen one of those before, never up close." he shrugged, turning his attention back to Cira's wound.

Cira looked back at him as he began nursing her infection, pouring some of the hot water on the wound. Cira yelped and tightened her jaw, Von looked over at her for moment before going back to the wound. Von took the clean cloth and wiped away some of the blood from around the wound. Von set that on his lap, pulling out the syringe again and tapping the tip. Cira nodded to Von and Von nodded back, signaling him to use the needle. Von pressed the needle into the skin around the wound, pushing the dosage into her blood stream. He removed the needle and threw it into the creaked, quickly tying the wound back up tightly.

Cira blinked a couple times, "Thanks, I needed that." Von shrugged, nodding. "Think that thing could bring us to a camp?" Cira asked as she stood up, grabbing her coat and rifle.

Stakes pulled the hatch release and the door sprung open. The Verti-bird lowered until it was only hovering a half metre about the dirt of the wastes. The squad stood from their seats and lined behind him, Jacobs helped the egg head up and shunted him into line.

"The vaults entrance is concealed, spread across this outcrop and find a cave, large fissure or any entrance like that." Stakes reiterated, all of them had been at the briefing and knew what to do, Stakes was just being the leader.

Stakes dropped out the transport and crouch-sprinted to the nearest cover, a sand blasted rock on the side of the hill. He looked back and watched the egg head clumsily leap out of the verti-bird, Jacobs jumped out behind him and ushered him to cover. The other soldiers moved cautiously but quickly from rock to rock, looking for a large enough cave to be an entrance.

The sound of the verti-bird grew distant as it flew off and began its return to base.

Greck stopped as he saw the verti-Bird land and dropped off Enclave soldiers, he wasn't taking any chances of being spotted so he jumped behind a brittle and crisped tree. "Dammit, whatever this vault business is it can't be good if the Enclave are here.." He thought outloud to himself quietly, before hatching a little plan and smiling to himself "I am guessing a little disturbance in there plans won't do much harm on my part"

"Naw, John, I gave all my stuff to the people staying here. We'll just have to find food and things elsewhere. What I do have is a food sanitizer, though. It'll help if things have radiation." Maric said, looking at John. "And no, she's not coming."

John let out a sigh and puleld his backpack back on. "Well lets get going then." he said. They walked out of the entrance and were nearly blinded by the sun's light. "Damn that's bright! Good thing I brought these." he reached into his backpack again and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. He put them on and continued walking. "You have any general direction you think we should go?" he said as he looked at Maric.

Name: Darren
six: Male
Age: 25
Race: Caucasian
General Look: Black hair, Muscular but lean and agile. 6'3,
Equipment: Scoped 44. Magnum, Desert Eagle.
Other: Very agile Darren is best in a medium range fight. with two handguns he can use both at once if need be but prefers to use them one at a time using the 44. Magnum for medium range and the Desert Eagle at closer range. He works as a body guard to the carvan trader known as the Good Docter, procurer of chems and medical supplys.

Darren looked around, after his encounter with some of those talon company mercs he knew he and the doctor had to be careful. They had been forced to run from the mercs and a good portion of Doctor Hoff's supplys had been lost.
"Do you know how much caps worth of goods we lost there! 500 caps! What do I pay you for? You can't even handle a few raiders!" Doctor Hoff screamed at him.
"They were Talon Company, not raiders. And there were 5 of them..." Darren responded.
"Excuses! Thats all I ever hear from you. Now we're hiding out in some ruined diner hoping they don't find us. If we can't make our way to our next stop on time you're fired!"
Darren said nothing but clenched his Desert Eagle and held his breath, if he gave in this wouldn't be the first time his anger would have gotten the better of him.
"We have to leave, if the Talon Company has given up on looking for us they'll be gone by now, and if they haven't... Well they'll be here sooner or later anyways." Darren said
"Fine then. Let's go" Doc Hoff said.

Cira blinked a couple times, "Thanks, I needed that." Von shrugged, nodding. "Think that thing could bring us to a camp?" Cira asked as she stood up, grabbing her coat and rifle.

Von nodded, and bent to grab his equipment. "I reckon so."
Hr began to walk in the direction that the Vertibird had gone.
He looked back at her. "Either way, I wouldn't know how to drive one."

It had been 2 days Doc Hoff and Darren were searching but all they found was bugs and raiders, nothing Darren couldn't take care of.

"Doctor, we're being followed," Darren Whispered.
"What? Who! Not the same guys as before?"
"I'm afraid so, we have to hide, know any good spots?"
"Well we could hide out near the old Vault 34, it would be safe up there." Said Doc Hoff
"Then lets hurry, Talon Company's right behind us."

Darren and Doc Hoff hurried towards the cave of vault 34. When they got close enough they were surprised to see people all over, some walking some running. Some together, some alone.

"I thought this Vault was empty Doctor." Darren said.
"So did I... Let's hurry towards the cave, hopefuly these people will distract the Talon Company." Doc Hoff replied.

Doc Hoff ran towards the cave with Darren close behind. Darren stoped and looked at a man. He was wearing a vault 34 jumpsuit with some sort of armor attatched to it, on his back was a hunting rifle and he had a pistol in his holster. The name tag on his jumpsuit read "John Winston". Next to him was a man with a name tag reading "Maric".

"Do you guys know how to fight? Cuz you and your vault buddies are in for a rude awakening..." Darren asked.

Cira laughed out loud, slowly pushing herself up to her feet. She found it tiring to walk but nothing she hasn't been through before. She picked up her rifle, slinging it over her shoulder and beginning to slowly catch up to Von. She walked along side him in silence for a moment before lifting her head an turning to him.

"This may be a bit strange. I know a lot of people like this but... Do you want caps or anything for helping me? I'm very thankful."

"Sarge, we got a problem." Stakes helmet radio crackled.
"What's wrong?" Stakes asked.
"We found the entrance, it was pretty easy because there is people [censored] everywhere."
"[censored], I'm coming over for a look." Stakes muttered.
"Affirmative."

Stakes signalled for Jacobs and the scientist to follow and quietly moved over to a rocky overhang 50 metres from the cave-like entrance. People in jumpsuits marked with a yellow 34 were exiting shielding their eyes and looking around their surroundings. Some were armed with security gear and guns some were not and there was probably more dwellers still in the vault.

"How do you want us to proceed, Sarge?" Marshal asked.

Greck chuckled to himself as he pulled out a grenade out of a satchel on his leg and pulled the pin before quickly tossing it from out of the cover of the tree. The grenade flew into the air and rolled through a pretty great distance before it finally rested a few meters away from the soldiers, perfect.

Darren: Oh [censored]! Doctor Get out of the way

Darren pushes Doc Hoff into the vault.

Darren (Yells): Grenade!

"Alright, we go down, herd as many back into the vault as we can, shoot the ones with..." Stakes stopped as a hint of movement caught his attention.

It only took a couple of fractions of a second to recognise the explosive device and another couple come up with a course of action. Stakes didn't say anything, he pushed Jacobs and the scientist away, just before it exploded.

Stakes didn't feel himself being thrown down the rocky hill, he didn't feel the dozens of super hot pieces of shrapnel penetrating the weak points in his armour. The one thing he feel was the horrible snapping of the arm he landed on.

Warnings and new diagnostics flashed on his HUD but Stakes wasn't watching them, he was scanning the desolate environment for his attackers gritting his teeth trying to stay conscious.

"You're gonna be alright Sarge." he heard behind him, gauntlets grabbed Stakes from behind dragging him to better cover.

"This may be a bit strange. I know a lot of people like this but... Do you want caps or anything for helping me? I'm very thankful."

"No. I help people all the time..." Von smiled. "If I asked for payment, what kind of help would it be?"

Considering his current position, Von wouldn't mind some caps. He needed some weapon repairs, was dangerously low on supplies, and hadn't had a good meal in days. But asking for caps just wasn't his style... Money, something he never really had, made Von awkward.

Von sped to a light trot, in hopes of gaining more ground today. Looking back at Cira, he yelled "Try and keep up, we have to hurry if we want to get there before night fall..."

And so he was off, kicking up plumbs of dust, his equipment swinging around his sides.

"Not really. We've been here all along." Maric said. And not far after that, the grenade blew.

"Holy shi-" he tried to yell as he dove out of the way.

"What was that?"

Name:Eric Samson
six:Male
Age:27
Race:Human
General Look:Blue eyes Height:5,9 Brown hair
Equipment: Comabt armour, no helm. One .44 magnum and a combat knife

Eric leaned back against the rock formation, injecting another stimpack where his right arm used to be. The last four days had been hell, a squad of 6 were near the outskirts of D.C. clearing out an old office building overun with Super Mutants. Apparently the building was an outpost of somesort sort. The squad was told that the building had low resistance, what they didnt know was an entire hunting party of the bastards were stopping by. Add the normal guards and youve got at least a dozen of the things. The squad took out the two sentries outside from a distance, then continued to the door, they never made it. A mutant happened to be looking out the window when the sentries were killed, and he happened to pick Eric as his first target. The bullet tore Erics right arm off, leaving him screaming on the floor. The rest of the mutants soon came out of the building. It was slaughter, Eric and the medic managed to escape, but the Medic was gravely injured with multiple shots and died the next night, but not before stopping the bleeding from Erics wound.
Afterwards headed aimlessly west, unaware what was happening anymore. He only had a few stimpacks left to help numb the pain, and was frightening low on water. He happened to be lying against a rock formation near vault 34 as the grenade went off. He heard the explosion and pulled out his .44. He didnt dare to move, he wouldnt stand a chance against anything in a shootout. He held up his gun and franticly searcged for the attacker.

Vault 34 Character Sheet

Name: Jericho Frost
six: Male
Age: 28
Race: White Male

General Appearance: 6'3", jet black hair (in a kind of bed-head style), intense blue eyes, looks skinny with clothes on (;D) but is actually well muscled.
Equipment: No shirt (This is so his opponents cannot grab onto his shirt and choke him.... and armor would weigh him down...) pants (DUH XD) and Steal stubbed boots and greeves.

Frost (OCC: His nickname....) was walking toward the vault when he saw an explosion and some one roll down the hill, as soon as this happened he darted behind a rock and watched as a man came down to help him up... Frost walked quietly to the side of them and asked almost a ghost behind them "Do you need help...?" Ready just in case they decided to shoot first ask questions later...

The explosion knocked Darren to the ground. He was badly hurt. Everything was blurry and going in a daze. He could hardly remember what was happened. He tried to stand up but fell back down. He opened his eyes to see in the distance the 5 Talon Company rushing up the hill. Then his vision faded, and Darren became unconscious.

(OOC: P Bro you and the other Enclave are on the other side of the hill.)

Doc Hoff: Ow! What the [censored] Darr- oh [censored]! Darren, try to stay conscious!

Doc Hoff rushed over to help Darren. He injected a stimpack into Darren's neck.

Doc Hoff: Come on Darren! Those Talon Company guys are coming! We need you alive! You two, Maric and John! Carry this man inside your vault! Do you have any medical supplies?

(OOC: Looks like this is going to be a big fight Lol.)