"So while were just sitting around bull shitting. Why dont we I dont know Talk about the dumbest things weve done in the past."
Disasembles AMR and begins cleaning the barrel.
"When I was in Boot camp, My squad was on leave so we went to the outskirts of the base we were on in California and played bullet chicken. You take a hand full of bullets and toss them into a campfire. The last person still standing that didnt run or get hit won. I won."
I like it, The only thing I noticed was your Engie sounds more like a Elvis impersination
"Me and a few friends decided to play 'Caz Razzing' and mess a few newly hatched Cazadors. Needless to say, we had to run our asses off when the mama came back. My buddy Jok got stung in the ass, but I somehow got out fine."
Knox takes off his armor and slips into his leathers for bed. "Alright...I think I'mma hit the sack. Wake me up when we move on..." He then gets into a sleeping bag and slips off to sleep.
As the team sat in a circle shooting the breeze a woman's scream rang out across the wastes from the north, the direction the caravan was heading.
At this everyone stood up and drew their weapons. Denny had a .44 magnum tucked in his business suit, Alan pulled a police pistol, Tara was armed with a 9mm The guards were all armed with assault carbines and Jerry had a golf club, meticulously cleaned, and Clarence had a baseball bat.
Denny, assuming the leadership position that his earlier behavior made everyone not with the caravan believe he wasn't capable of, leapt into action. First assuring that all the members of his caravan were safe he then pulled two of the four guards together, as he did another scream was heard across the wastes.
"Alright, so she's still alive, good; you two go to check it out, we've got someone in trouble for godsakes, move Go help her."
The two guards nearly jumped to follow Denny's orders and ensure the safety of whoever had screamed. Demeter and knox, following their kind personalities, ran off with the two guards. Surprisingly, so did Ethan. The five ran off towards a pile of boulders where the screams originated.
When they arrived they were a good ways away from the camp. Demeter turned on her pip-boy light and saw an old woman. She was moaning gently and wrapped in a blanket that was covered with what looked like blood.
Demeter and Knox approached to try and offer their help, as did one of the two guards. Ethan moved off a bit to the side of the group, drawing his pistol in order to find what had hurt this old woman so much and prevent it from hurting any of them.
When the five were sufficiently distracted, from above came a squad of about ten tribals. Painted across their faces and arms, each with different patterns and markings, and each had the same mark on their chests.
the Tribals came from above, and clubbed each member of the team over the head with a bat before they knew what was happening. The guards went down first. Knox and Demeter saw them coming in time to put up a fight, but not in time to think to cry for help, Knox, unfortunately for him had removed his power armor before hand, so he went down with the rest. But the pair had seen enough of them in the light of Demeter's pip-boy to know what they were facing.
Ethan had already drawn his gun, so the Tribals took extra precaution with him. A tall tribal, with two feathers tied into his hair and a pair of hatchets strapped to his waist, came silently behind him and put him into a sleeper hold. As Ethan struggled, a second tribal yanked his gun out of his hand before he could fire. And all too soon, Ethan passed out.
Already the tribe had taken out 5 of the team, and had done so totally silently and without a single death.
The old lady stood up after everyone was unconscious. She stood and wiped the ketchup off of her blanket, before standing by the rocks, holding a baseball bat, keeping an eye on the people she had fooled.
They had prepared for their assault on the next caravan that would come by. The leaser of this band, the one with the pair of hatchets pulled out an improvised explosive, when the team got close enough to the caravan through the gaps left in security, he pulled the detonator and threw the IED into the center of the caravan. A billow of smoke burst out of the bomb, blinding everyone in the caravan as well as the House team. They all began coughing and flailing around with their hands, darting their eyes trying to see what was happening.
Denny, lacking anything better to do, shot a few shots off his .44m into the air. Hoping maybe to scare away the tribal raiders.
While everyone was distracted the Tribals were rummaging through the caravan packs. They had practiced for this and had become accustomed to dealing with the smoke produced by their bomb.
Any member that is not unconscious, (Myself, Outcast and Eclaris * out cold!) feel free to fight these tribal raiders, keep the following in mind:
-You can't see well, maybe as far ahead as your extended hand.
-They are looting the Brahmin, who are circled around the team, so there's a brahmin between them and you.
-Surprise attack!
-They have high agility and sneak.
-some of you are drunk (Sveists, westerman, pixelking, Viking * all drunk!)
If you are unconscious then you can take control of one of the tribals. Keep in mind the stats and equipment below, and that they aren't out to kill anyone, just steal their stuff.
~ means that it depends on the individual
S : 5-8
P : 9
E : 5-8
I : ~
A : 9
L : ~
Hatchet guy : 7,9,6,2,4,9,3
They're equipped almost entirely with melee weapons.
They're wearing a cross between
This
and this
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when the scream rang out in the distance and his AMR in pieces from his cleanings, He drew his trusty Combat shotgun and got ready for the shit to hit the fan. five of the group members went to check out what was happening and then nothing...
Just them a loud bang and a smoke bomb went off inside the perimiter. the shit has sucesfully hit the fan.
"God damn it, who the fuck is this?"
he screams
he could see shadows darting in the smoke, at least 6 and maybe 1 with what looks like hatchets in his hands. he looks over to see one of these people rummaging through his sack of ammo and supplies.
"Oh hell no."
And puts 3 shots into the mans back, he then begins looking for targets in the smoke
"Night Owl, Alex, anyone SOUNDOFF!"
His days of being an officer are showing as he makes would could be his last stand.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! The first time we're in action and I'm drunk. Shit! Can't see shit in this smoke!" He thought. He drew his revolver out of the holster and tried to aim down the sights. His hands were shaking. "Nope, this won't work."
"Night Owl, Alex, anyone SOUNDOFF!"
He tried to look for alex or Night in the smoke, but due to his intoxication he couldn't see anything besides moving silhouettes. "I am no use. If I can't see shit, can't hit shit, I'm good as shit." He thought.
"Hic!" He suddenly threw out a hiccup that gave away his position. "Fuck."
Two-Feathers, the tribal with the hatchets quietly stalks Isaac in the smokescreen and when he hears the man make a hiccup he rushes forward and brings the flat blunt part of the aze across the back of his head before running off into the mists again.
"I can see!" Alex thought before getting a couple shots in and hitting a tribal in the leg. Alex pulls out a rag and puts it in his whisky bottle before shooting the rag with his laser rifle, he threw the improvised explosive into the smoke.
With the scream apparently being a trap, Lucius got up and quickly prepared himself for a fight. He could see shapes in the darkness moving in fast, but he was unable to get a bead on any before the smoke-bomb landed amongst the group that had stayed behind. Now with his sight severely limited, Lucius figured that his carbine would do little good. He threw the weapon down and pulled out his machete, waiting for any shapes approaching from outside the brahmin. None seemed to be doing so right now and his attention was brought back to inside the circle when he heard Dead Eye yell out.
"Night Owl, Alex, anyone SOUNDOFF!"
Lucius didn't like the idea of answering to NCR soldier, especially one who had openly boasted about killing Legionaries. But they were currently surrounded, probably out-numbered, surprised, and could barely see around them. They would need to act together if they were going to win this.
"I am here and ready. I don't think I can shot them, but I'm eager to get them a taste of my machete!"
Night Owl rose silently to his feet, the smoke obscured his sight by Night Owl could use his hearing just as well. Drawing his combat knife he homed in on the sound of frightened Brahmin, inching around the terrified beast and moving closer to the sound of someone rifling through the Brahmin pack. Like a striking snake, Night Owl lunged through the smoke and stabbed a tribal right in the back. The Tribal screamed and flailed around but Night Owl could see his form through the smoke now and quickly slit his throat.
"One Down!" He cried through the smoke, straining his ears to pick up the noise of any other attackers.
Nodding to Dead Eye's suggestion, though nobody would see it, Lucius moved towards one of the Brahim to help defend it. He could see several shapes moving around it, no doubt robbing them of supplies and Lucius quickly struck at one of them with a swipe of his machete. The blade took the tribal by surprise, biting deep into his flesh to the bone on his arm, causing him to cry out in pain. He did not scream long though, for Lucius quickly ripped the blade out and made another chop, this time at his throat, silencing the man.
With one mortally wounded now, Lucius turned his attention to one of the other tribals, just in time to see a hatchet descending upon him. He just barely moved out of the way, though the weapon left a long cut down his armor, and made a counter-hack of his own. The tribal was expecting the attack now, and was easily able to move out of the way. The two men looked at each other, waiting for the other to respond first, neither one wanting to make a mistake that would most likely cost him his life.
Dead Eye charged full speed at Lucius and that "hatchetman" in a lockup and dropkicked the hatchet man, and while hes on his back he shoots another tribal in the face with his shotgun.
Hearing a shotgun blast, Night Owl moved quickly towards the sound, drawing his assault carbine as he ran. It appeared that the noise attracted some startled tribals as well because one leapt from the mist right in front of Night Owl. Cursing loudly, Night Owl opened fire, sending bullets tearing through the smoke.
The tribe had lost almost half of their numbers in the assault. The caravan was much better armed then they expected. Two feathers, put on his back, let out a loud ululation. The Others, hearing this, ceased looting the caravans and began to flee, their arms and satchels full of purloined possessions. The old woman, standing by the unconscious figures Knox Demeter and Ethan also ran after the other tribals.
When his tribe had fled, two feathers kicked out out hard with his leg, into dead eye's groin. As the sniper was bent over in pain, Two feathers tried to get past Lucius, he faked left and cut right. But the Frumentarii was ready for him, and brought his machete down, cutting deep into the Tribals right arm. Alex had his laser rifle drawn and was firing into the retreating crowd of Tribals. The lasers flash illuminating their retreat. Several of the tribe that survived were badly injured, but those that had managed to escape unscathed were helping them to run.
All too soon it was over, the team stood befuddled while the smoke cleared. Denny ran around with Jerry, the former finding out the health of his crew, the latter running around determining the health of their supplies. Denise and Brad were walking around the caravan, getting a better look at the tribals that had attacked. There five bodies strewn in various places around the caravans circle. Some badly mangled from the close-range shots they received.
Roused by the sound of an explosion, Chaz realised that he had dozed off in the heat of the fire. Looking around, he found very little visibility, as his head felt like the entire population of vault 3 were having a party inside. Staggering out of the smoke, Chaz tried to line up a shot with his Rifle, narrowly missing the head of one of the looters, and took aim again, just as the Tribals ducked low into a nearby gully. Realising that the scotch still hadn't worn off, Chaz staggered back a couple of steps, and sat on a rock, waiting for the smoke to clear, and nursing his head.
sorry about the delay, I was at work...
so Chaz was asleep. damned surprise attack whilst i wasn't here.
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