Home on the Wastes (A Fallout RolePlay) (closed, ended)

[Voidrunner]

"Quite a few of theirs, none of ours here as far as I know, what the hell happened to Knox, Demeter and Ethan? They went to investiagte right before the attack." Night Owl paced around the campsite, checking their fallen enemies were really dead.

"Might have been good to interrogate one."

 

[PixelKing]

"I can take a look if its really hurting." said Alex. "Medic, remember?"

 

[c_westerman13]

Once the smoke from the explosion had cleared, Chaz looked around their camp - the caravan had been looted, and there were several bodies around, though he recognised none of them.
"fucking perfect start to the day", said Chaz, somewhat indignantly.

 

[CRAVE CASE 55]

"Well the one with 3 shells was going through my bag and I wasent about to let that happen. And then the one whose head I blew off was stealing our food supply."

He looks around at the bodies

"go though your belonging and see if anything is missing, then check the Brahmins."

 

[PixelKing]

"I'm missing some booze, a rag and some ammo. Damm tribals." said Alex.

 

[Voidrunner]

Night Owl laughed at the joke.

"Yeah I hate that, when I start drinking I have a full supply of alcohol then suddenly someone clubs me over the head and I wake up with no alcohol and one hell of a headache, one of the wastes unsolved mysteries." Night Owl makes his way around the bodies, retreiving a few stolen odds and ends.

 

[c_westerman13]

Hardly in the mood for humour, Chaz shot a disapproving glare at Alex, and checked his own belongings. "For fucks sake", he announced to anyone listening, "My bleedin' hats gone!"

Looking once more around the camp, Chaz wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. Restraining the urge, he hoped to hell that the caravan sold some Nuka-Cola. And that there still was some. Reloading his Sniper Rifle, he made a mental note to use his revolver whenever he was intoxicated.

 

[Voidrunner]

"Your hat? I doubt the tribals would have been overly interested in that, are you sure it didn't fall into the fire when you dozed off?"

 

[lemiel14n3]

Jerry darted between the pack Brahmin, looking through the caravans wares to see what they had lost in the raid. His hands were pressed against his legs in his nerves. He ran up to Denny and told him what they had lost.

"Denny, we've lost about 10 pounds of food, 5 pounds of water, and some clothes and a pair of tarps. We lost about 200 caps total."

"Right, right, what about our men? did anybody go to check on our people that went to see who was screaming?" They haven't checked in yet."

The two remaining guards were walking around the campsite, examining the bodies of the tribals that conducted their unsuccessful raid. There were about five mangles bodies several were burned, the lucky ones were shot or had their throats slit. There was one tribal that was not so lucky, he had a cluster of pellets lodged in his side and a bullet wound in his leg.

There was a pool of blood under his prone body, and as he coughed in pain, blood leaked out of his mouth and trickled down his face.

"Denny! We've got a live one here. He's in pretty bad shape."

 

[CRAVE CASE 55]

Dead Eye found the parts to his AMR finished cleaning it, and reassembled it. He slung it over his back, threw another clip into his shotgun, and also threw it on his back.

"Jesus christ. This one survived my shotgun shell in the ribs, and a shot in the legs. How the fuck di he not bleed out?"

 

[c_westerman13]

"I wasn't wearing the damn thing", said chaz irritably, "If they didn't take it, then I must've left it in my room at the Ultra-Luxe!" Annoyed at this, Chaz looked around at the disarray, and noticed Dead-eye and a couple of Caravan guards standing over the almost-alive body of a Tribal. Chaz sorely wanted to fill the unlucky sod with lead, but conceded to himself that they might get information from him.
Looking to Denny, Chaz said "Yeah, this probably isn't the best time, but do we still have any Nuka?"

 

[OutcastBOS]

Light starts to come back to Knox's vision as he starts to wake up. He sits up and holds his head...nasty headache from the attack and get up stretching. He checks on the other unconsious people. "Hey...Are you guys alright?"

 

[Voidrunner]

"I doubt you'll get anything out of that tribal, he's probably already been driven mad by the pain of his injuries."

 

[CRAVE CASE 55]

"Well if he dosent talk then, then he will find out the true meaning of pain."

He said with a laugh

 

[Voidrunner]

"Ah, alcohol, ambushes, thievery and now brutal interogation, this is really is my kind of trip."

 

[lemiel14n3]

Denny had Jerry get some stimpacks and other meds out of the brahmin packs and Clarence gather rope.

they treated the tribal as best they could and restrained him. It was probably unnecessary, even after treatment the tribal wouldn't be going anywhere, but it would make the team and the caravaners more comfortable about his presence.

Tara had taken a flashlight run off over in the direction of the group that left the caravan. she walked over to the series of rocks and saw the glow from the teams pip-boys. as she got closer she hard Knox.

"Hey...Are you guys alright?"

She came across the bend and saw Knox beginning to rise. as she ran over she heard one of the guards groan. She lit up her flashlight and shined it over to the pair of guards, unfortunately, only one would be getting up. She saw one of the guards wasn't moving, as she shined the light over to him he was bent against a rock, and blood was streaked against it. It looked like in the struggle he had fallen and hit his head against the rock, too hard.

As she saw the body she gasped and brought her hand up to her face, she knew this man, she had met his children, and tears came to her eyes at the sight of her dead friend. But the sound of the others around her groaning and coming to pulled her away from her her shock. She was a strong woman, but she couldn't entirely hold back her tears as she went to help the others.

 

[CRAVE CASE 55]

"Ah jesus christ. Why is it the civilian dies on our missions? As he walked over to the group. Well he dosent deserve this."

He picked the guard up and slung him over his shoulder and carried him over to the circle.

"I need a shovel and a cloth or tarp, were burrying him."

 

[Voidrunner]

Night Owl nodded and got his feet, heading over to the supplies and rifling through until he found a shovel. Turning around he tossed it over to Dead Eye.

"We were supposed to protect these people and isntead we all sat around the camp fire trading stories while they went to investigate." Night Owl shook his head in regret and continued his search for cloth or tarp.

 

[Irony's Acolyte]

With the attack over, Lucius moved back over to his assault carbine and took it up off the ground. He dusted it off somewhat and wiped most of the blood of the blade of his machete. He'd need to do a bit more to clean it, but for now that could wait. The rest where wandering around the campsite, figuring out what the tribals did and what to do about it. Lucius decided to move out along the way the tribals had left and look out across the plains. He wasn't sure that they wouldn't return or something. This was so much different than traveling alone though.

 

[Sviests]

"My head, my head! Why does it hurt so much?" Isaac asked himself. He checked the back of his head only to find that he was bleeding. "What the hell? I don't remember being attacked. Maybe the alcohol was making me numb..." he said and fainted. Isaac was an expert doctor, but he couldn't deal with the feeling of pain.