Home on the Wastes (A Fallout RolePlay) (closed, ended)
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"I believe we simply walked into an ambush from these tribals looking to make an easy robbery, though I still wouldn't want to hang around these parts if they do actually return equiped for an attack, there could be hundreds."
"They were obviously expecting just the caravan. they probably had that ambush set for just a few people, not 15 people, let alone 9 or 10 trained killing machines. We thinned their number, and I dont think they can afford muh more of that considering theyre raiding caravans to survive."
Chaz sighed at the ongoing discussion, hoping his head would clear rather soon. Taking out his flask, he took a long swig, once again thinking just how good House's supplies were.
Looking around, he noticed that the members who had gone to investigate were now standing. Chaz took another few gulps from his flask, and put it away, feeling a little more invigorated.
Looking around, he noticed that the members who had gone to investigate were now standing. Chaz took another few gulps from his flask, and put it away, feeling a little more invigorated.
-----Caravan-----
The guards had finished their grave, and Alan had finished the marker, as they stood over it, the entirety of the caravan all said a few words, before returning to the circle, the guards took turns with the somber task of moving the bodies of the ones that had raided the caravan. They put the bodies and lined them up by the rocks where the others had been knocked out. They showed the bodies a modicum of respect by not simply throwing them in a pile, perhaps in deference to the fact that the only member of their own party had died seemingly by accident.
-----Ethan-----
Ethan had walked over to the caravan, rubbing his neck where the tribals arm had chocked him. He saw the other tribal restrained and groggy, His wounds were bad, but by all appearances the caravan were competent in their ability to treat him, he wouldn't be doing all that much, but he would heal, provided no one killed him before then.
"So, what are we going to do with this one then?" Ethan asked to no one in particular.
Alan walked over to him, "Well, we aren't questioning him now, even if we could, he's in no state to talk. We'll throw him on a Brahmin ask him some questions when he can respond, then we'll drop him off at the next town with a sheriff.
The guards had finished their grave, and Alan had finished the marker, as they stood over it, the entirety of the caravan all said a few words, before returning to the circle, the guards took turns with the somber task of moving the bodies of the ones that had raided the caravan. They put the bodies and lined them up by the rocks where the others had been knocked out. They showed the bodies a modicum of respect by not simply throwing them in a pile, perhaps in deference to the fact that the only member of their own party had died seemingly by accident.
-----Ethan-----
Ethan had walked over to the caravan, rubbing his neck where the tribals arm had chocked him. He saw the other tribal restrained and groggy, His wounds were bad, but by all appearances the caravan were competent in their ability to treat him, he wouldn't be doing all that much, but he would heal, provided no one killed him before then.
"So, what are we going to do with this one then?" Ethan asked to no one in particular.
Alan walked over to him, "Well, we aren't questioning him now, even if we could, he's in no state to talk. We'll throw him on a Brahmin ask him some questions when he can respond, then we'll drop him off at the next town with a sheriff.
"Well if not I could always remove his organs one by one from that would I gave him on his side, with my bare hands."
After a short time Isaac woke up. The back of the head wasn't bleeding anymore and the wound was closed up. His head was a bit dizzy from the alcohol and the trauma. "Oh thanks, I now owe you this one too." He said to Alex and smirked. "By the way, you happen to be trained in medicine?"
Night Owl shook his head with a grin on his face.
"No point threatening to remove his organs just yet, you should wait until he's in more of a state to enjoy your colourful threats." Night Owl laughed and straightened his hat.
"No point threatening to remove his organs just yet, you should wait until he's in more of a state to enjoy your colourful threats." Night Owl laughed and straightened his hat.
-----Caravan-----
Tara walked over to where the group was debating. "Well, we have been traveling for a few days, he would be hard pressed to get to a major town, but there are small settlements all over, and we have every reason to suspect that his own 'tribe' is nearby. Anyway, we were the ones attacked, and Denny decided that we're turning him in, there's no need to 'torture' the poor man." As she said 'torture' her face contorted as if she smelled something disgusting. "He'll be the NCR's problem soon enough."
As she said this, behind her, the team could see the caravan packing up. They were running around, strapping down packs and returning the circle of Brahmin to the lines they typically travel in.
The caravan once again moved on, their prisioner was kept restrained, but the caravan took as good a care towards him as any could expect, keeping him fed and watered as they moved on, and treating his increasing less serious medical condition.
-----Team-----
Three days later the pip-boys the team were wearing indicated that it was time for them to part ways. They broke east away from the caravan as it moved west. after a day or so of walking they climbed a steep, craggy hill, when they reached the other side, they saw a large building standing in a low valley, previously obscured by the hill they had just climbed. The building was five stories tall, and occupied the space roughly equivalent to a city block. Surrounding it was a field of scattered rubble of the smaller surrounding buildings, grown over with the sparse, scraggly, hardy grasses and weeds that managed to survive, despite the impossible odds. A few wild Brahmin roamed off in the distance.
The building itself stood out against the horizon. A big sign, partially destroyed stood against the buildings top, reading "R bCo" for all to see. Standing next to the building stood a tree, surprisingly green, in all likelihood protected by the presence of the nearby building. In front of the RobCo building stood an army tent, propped in the buildings shadow, edges hitting the tree, surrounding it, also occupying the space of the building's shadow were several teepees, a few figures moved between them, smoke rose from within large tent and a large fire pit occupied the center of the space defined by the teepees.
"well, I did not expect to meet anyone else out here." Ethan said to himself as he began to move carefully down the hill. looking for a position where he could better see without being seen.
Tara walked over to where the group was debating. "Well, we have been traveling for a few days, he would be hard pressed to get to a major town, but there are small settlements all over, and we have every reason to suspect that his own 'tribe' is nearby. Anyway, we were the ones attacked, and Denny decided that we're turning him in, there's no need to 'torture' the poor man." As she said 'torture' her face contorted as if she smelled something disgusting. "He'll be the NCR's problem soon enough."
As she said this, behind her, the team could see the caravan packing up. They were running around, strapping down packs and returning the circle of Brahmin to the lines they typically travel in.
The caravan once again moved on, their prisioner was kept restrained, but the caravan took as good a care towards him as any could expect, keeping him fed and watered as they moved on, and treating his increasing less serious medical condition.
-----Team-----
Three days later the pip-boys the team were wearing indicated that it was time for them to part ways. They broke east away from the caravan as it moved west. after a day or so of walking they climbed a steep, craggy hill, when they reached the other side, they saw a large building standing in a low valley, previously obscured by the hill they had just climbed. The building was five stories tall, and occupied the space roughly equivalent to a city block. Surrounding it was a field of scattered rubble of the smaller surrounding buildings, grown over with the sparse, scraggly, hardy grasses and weeds that managed to survive, despite the impossible odds. A few wild Brahmin roamed off in the distance.
The building itself stood out against the horizon. A big sign, partially destroyed stood against the buildings top, reading "R bCo" for all to see. Standing next to the building stood a tree, surprisingly green, in all likelihood protected by the presence of the nearby building. In front of the RobCo building stood an army tent, propped in the buildings shadow, edges hitting the tree, surrounding it, also occupying the space of the building's shadow were several teepees, a few figures moved between them, smoke rose from within large tent and a large fire pit occupied the center of the space defined by the teepees.
"well, I did not expect to meet anyone else out here." Ethan said to himself as he began to move carefully down the hill. looking for a position where he could better see without being seen.
If you want to respond to Tara's last comment, write a response, then split it up with one of these, "-----" and write what you do in front of the RobCo building.
Looking up at the robco building, Chaz was suitably impressed. Almost immediately he noticed the small encampment nearby, and brought up his rifle scope to get a closer view...
Looking around the group, he asked "so, what're the chances of these people being friendly?"
Looking around the group, he asked "so, what're the chances of these people being friendly?"
"Yeah, its something I picked up."
"Mighty good then, we could share experience and all." happily said Isaac.
"So, what'cha see there? I lost my glasses, but I couldn't find them at the battle site. Now I can't see a thing."
"Mighty good then, we could share experience and all." happily said Isaac.
"So, what'cha see there? I lost my glasses, but I couldn't find them at the battle site. Now I can't see a thing."
-4 per I guess, I actually dunno, lemiel should decide
"100 caps says thats the tribals that attcked us."
He said as he took a prone position and looked through his scope.
He said as he took a prone position and looked through his scope.
"Not much, just some people." said Alex. "Wait, you need glasses? I should have some, I use them from time to time but the suit visors solved that problem. I only need them when I take my armour off and I won't be doing that 'till we get back so I'll buy some." said Alex, pulling the old battered glasses from his pocket. "Sorry about the scratchs and whatnot, these are a old pair of glasses. As for the medical stuff, sure I'd be happy to swap some techniques."
Knox looks up at the building in awe before looking out at the camp.
"Heh, reminds me of home..."
"Heh, reminds me of home..."
Ethan dug into his pockets for a little item he had picked up from the caravan. He pulled out a small leather bag, and took from it a collapsed telescope, extending it, he looked down into the little "settlement" of tribals.
There were about ten or twenty tribals, both men and women, wandering around outside of the tents, each had the same tattoo on their chest as the ones who had attacked the caravan. They milled about outside, some stopping to talk with each other, some passing between tents. But there was enough movement coming from the tents themselves for the observers to conclude that there were uncounted numbers inside there, and in all likelihood more inside the RobCo building itself.
Leaning against a few of the teepees, in easy to reach areas, were several weapons, guns this time, a sharp contrast to the entirely melee attackers from earlier, lending credence to the theory that they were raiders looking to profit without any violence, and it was simply their bad luck they met the team.
Ethan turned back to the team and filled them in on what he saw, and the fact that unless there was a back door, the only way they were getting through would be straight through the tribe, but this time both sides would be well armed, and the team wouldn't be coming in with the advantage of numbers.
There were about ten or twenty tribals, both men and women, wandering around outside of the tents, each had the same tattoo on their chest as the ones who had attacked the caravan. They milled about outside, some stopping to talk with each other, some passing between tents. But there was enough movement coming from the tents themselves for the observers to conclude that there were uncounted numbers inside there, and in all likelihood more inside the RobCo building itself.
Leaning against a few of the teepees, in easy to reach areas, were several weapons, guns this time, a sharp contrast to the entirely melee attackers from earlier, lending credence to the theory that they were raiders looking to profit without any violence, and it was simply their bad luck they met the team.
Ethan turned back to the team and filled them in on what he saw, and the fact that unless there was a back door, the only way they were getting through would be straight through the tribe, but this time both sides would be well armed, and the team wouldn't be coming in with the advantage of numbers.