Home on the Wastes (A Fallout RolePlay) (closed, ended)
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Night Owl nodded in recognition of Vault 22.
"I've spotted Vault 22 as well, something crazy going around that place I tell you, some Powder Gangers are said to be hiding out in Vault 19 as well, but the wildlife and terrain out there have discouraged anyone from looking too hard."
"I've spotted Vault 22 as well, something crazy going around that place I tell you, some Powder Gangers are said to be hiding out in Vault 19 as well, but the wildlife and terrain out there have discouraged anyone from looking too hard."
Impressed at how many of his new aquaintances had experience with vaults, Chaz pitched in himself. "I was at Vault 11, once - I heard they were one of the most democratic groups in the wastes, but the doors were impregnable, so I couldn't find out how true that was..."
Yes yes I know, you are surprised and relieved to see that I am still alive because I am the one shining ray of perfect hope and handsomeness in your otherwise dull lives. *cough cough* Okay, now that the "enter on a joke" thing is over I'll explain where the hell I've been for the last week. I just finished having my exams for which I have been staying up very late studying for every single night and day but now I am back and I hope we can move on like I never left.
"Gahh." Isaac moaned from joy. "Nothing, I say nothing beats whiskey!" he said and took another sip from the bottle. "Here ya go buddy! And thanks!" he said and gave the other bottle to Alex. "You need these or I can keep them?" he asked about the remaining caps.
"You keep them." said Alex before having a drink. "Caps don't matter to me, I get my ammo from my own source and the same goes for food and water. Plus I make much more when i'm at work, incase I do need some."
"Something wrong knox?" he said looking at knox staring in the fire.
"Something wrong knox?" he said looking at knox staring in the fire.
Night Owl remained silent as he stared into the flames, his mind was still thinking about the vaults. Most of the ones he'd ever heard of had either failed horribly leaving their occupants suffer various violent deaths or the occupants had just casually allowed raiders in to slaughter them.
Ethan took another swig, nursing his bottle of whiskey, working to make it last the trip at least. They were in unfamiliar territory, and the wastes were rarely safe. He was trying to maintain the balance between drunk and aware and he had hit a comfortable stride. If anything happened over the night, he at least would be ready.
He looked over at Alex, "2,000 caps, I'll bet there's a story behind that one."
He looked over at Alex, "2,000 caps, I'll bet there's a story behind that one."
"Hey Lusious what my Legion bounty up to?"
Looks to Ethan
"So what was Vault 32 like. What horrible fate did its inhabitants suffer."
Looks to Ethan
"So what was Vault 32 like. What horrible fate did its inhabitants suffer."
Knox puts his hammer and gun onto the ground, leans back and stares into the sky while listening to the stroies of his campmates and the crackle of the fire.
Ethan turned over to Dead Eye and Demeter.
"Vault 32 was a hell hole when I got there. The residents had opened their door, and slavers were waiting for them outside. The guys in the vault were totally unprepared. The slavers swept in and fitted them all with 'pop-collars'." At the group's blank stares, Ethan explained himself a bit, "you know, 'cause if you go too far your head goes 'pop!'." He snapped his fingers at the onomatopoeia for added emphasis. "Anyway, I showed up after a lead on my sister, I had heard a girl fitting her description was taken by the slavers, and I tracked them to the Vault."
Ethan took another quick pull off the whiskey before continuing the story.
"While the slavers were looting the place they had all the Vaulties in a wire pen like a herd of bighorners, and left a few of their own out to keep watch. Well, they didn't see me coming. I put two in each of their heads and used their keys to take the collars off the Vaulties. Then gave out the weapons of the slavers I killed to the tough looking ones, and the rest picked up what they could find."
"Me and my little emancipated army swarmed into that vault like a biblical fucking plague." He chuckled a little at the thought of how the formerly peaceful Vault Dwellers had managed to defend themselves. "A bunch of the slavers were asleep, and never woke up. By the time the rest of the slavers realized what was going on, the guys from the Vault had gotten their weapons locker opened and everyone was armed. At that point, it was pure catharsis."
"I had managed to keep the leader of the slavers from getting killed and knocked him out. As the vaulters wandered away from the slaughter I tied him to a chair and surrounded him with the bodies of the other slavers, and then I asked him calmly what he knew about 'Debbie Edwards' the next few times, I wasn't so calm. Eventually, I believed him when he said he didn't know anything. I did the kind thing and ended it quickly. one bullet, and that part of the wastes didn't have to worry about slavers anymore. The marauding bastards."
"The ones who lived in the vault, I don't think they could handle what happened there, they left, I think they settled a town a few miles away, it's doing pretty well from what I heard."
He looked over the fire at the group, "well, that's that story."
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"Vault 32 was a hell hole when I got there. The residents had opened their door, and slavers were waiting for them outside. The guys in the vault were totally unprepared. The slavers swept in and fitted them all with 'pop-collars'." At the group's blank stares, Ethan explained himself a bit, "you know, 'cause if you go too far your head goes 'pop!'." He snapped his fingers at the onomatopoeia for added emphasis. "Anyway, I showed up after a lead on my sister, I had heard a girl fitting her description was taken by the slavers, and I tracked them to the Vault."
Ethan took another quick pull off the whiskey before continuing the story.
"While the slavers were looting the place they had all the Vaulties in a wire pen like a herd of bighorners, and left a few of their own out to keep watch. Well, they didn't see me coming. I put two in each of their heads and used their keys to take the collars off the Vaulties. Then gave out the weapons of the slavers I killed to the tough looking ones, and the rest picked up what they could find."
"Me and my little emancipated army swarmed into that vault like a biblical fucking plague." He chuckled a little at the thought of how the formerly peaceful Vault Dwellers had managed to defend themselves. "A bunch of the slavers were asleep, and never woke up. By the time the rest of the slavers realized what was going on, the guys from the Vault had gotten their weapons locker opened and everyone was armed. At that point, it was pure catharsis."
"I had managed to keep the leader of the slavers from getting killed and knocked him out. As the vaulters wandered away from the slaughter I tied him to a chair and surrounded him with the bodies of the other slavers, and then I asked him calmly what he knew about 'Debbie Edwards' the next few times, I wasn't so calm. Eventually, I believed him when he said he didn't know anything. I did the kind thing and ended it quickly. one bullet, and that part of the wastes didn't have to worry about slavers anymore. The marauding bastards."
"The ones who lived in the vault, I don't think they could handle what happened there, they left, I think they settled a town a few miles away, it's doing pretty well from what I heard."
He looked over the fire at the group, "well, that's that story."
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Knox was taking in every word whle staring up into the wasteland's starry sky and could only muster out a stunned "...wow..."
"I don't know, I would not be in charge of that kind of thing. I don't even know if you have a bounty on your head. Caesar might send some assassins out after you, but the Legion rarely puts out bounties for others to complete. We try to do our own work."
Lucius took a swig of a water bottle he had, glad to wet his mouth after hiking through the desert for most of the day.
Lucius took a swig of a water bottle he had, glad to wet his mouth after hiking through the desert for most of the day.