The REALLY Wild Wasteland. (The Fallout RP!)

[FalloutJack]

[HEADING=2]It Will Rain Water And Hellfire Today.[/HEADING]​

Deep within the underground depths of the Enclave Super-Vault, Number One sat in silence. It was very mysterious, the way he did that. Sometimes, he would be in his chambers, seated and motionless for hours. Many of the men thought he was an android, but apparently he had a full quarters and made use of it regularly. It's just that nobody had ever seen him outside of the suit. This, of course, may sound familiar to anyone who's ever met a certain kind-of-ex-Brotherhood member, but worry not. There is no connection. Number One was just an enigmatic leader whose habits led everyone to worry sometimes...just what were they following? The chamber doors opened and in walked a powersuited man, his black armor having green highlights and eye-glow.

Spoiler: FalloutJack

NAME: FalloutJack

REAL NAME: Cornelius Jack

OCCUPATION: Enclave, Fallout Sector

FAVORED WEAPONS: All of them. We don't know where he keeps them, but he does!

FAVORED EQUIPMENT: MANY, and a Mutated Toe for some reason.

FAVORED SKILLS: LOTS. This is now officially a Discworld joke.

BACKGROUND: Jack is the leading man in the Fallout Sector, so capable that Number One doesn't even have the power to actually reign him in without abandoning concentration on all of this other important tasks. Instead, he lets Jack do his thing and plans around him. Jack likes the Enclave and works in there fine, but he's an anti-hero that could change his mind on a dime if it feels like his guys are doing more harm than good. It is a matter of fact that he believes this organization is necessary, and is on board with the restructuring that Number One has achieved in order to see it through to some world-changing end.

Jack: I have the report on current activities in all relevent sectors. The Legion is backing off due to a sudden attack of brainpower, the situation Section C is growing worse, we are getting in recruits and serviceable food as per schedule, and apparently...it's going to rain.

Number One: It's going to what?

Jack: Rain. You know... Moisture, clouds, falling water - all that.

Number One: I know what rain is! I asked for clarification because of our current standing. To whit, it has not actually rained here in YEARS.

Jack: I know that and you know that, but the fucking sky is starting to cloud up in places and that means rain.

Number One: It's liable to be acidic. The PH-balance around here is shot to hell. The only saving grace will be lowered toxicity through natural distillation, but that won't be worth much in the short run.

Jack: Well, the 'weather boys' seem to think it won't eat through your shorts, not unless it were concentrated.

Number One: I see. What is the status of the MGB?

Jack: Still tracking the transmission source. It was able to get coordinates.

Number One: GOOD!

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Meanwhile, at the Doc's laboratory...

Doc: Yes yes YES!! SUCCESS!! My incredible Gene Machine has done it again! More mutants ready, and now That Horse!

You may recall that, in the lab, a super mutant had brought in a Nightmare - a vicious irradiated horse with spikes growing out of its body - much to the Doc's glee. Well, that experiment was over now, and it had been apparently successful to whatever conclusion he had in mind. There was just one problem... One of the mutants was irritated.

"Listen, Doc. You promised us weapons for us to use once we were big. Now, is that gonna happen or what?"

Said madman looked at him, pressed a remote control button, and made some auto-food dispensors open. What lay in them made the mutants' eyes bulge out in surprise, and then they were all grins from that moment on.

Doc: I trust that that meets your satisfaction. NOW GET OUTSIDE!

They did so...into the sunlight and out from shade of Bethesda Software Building, where a few of their ginormous brethren and a number of their normal-sized brethren were patrolling the area.

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And in the darkness, there was a single grungy voice...

"Oh great master from beyond, hear thy fetid servant and grant me your favor. I am your true follower in the shadows, though I anticipate others will follow soon. The word is spreading, the catalyst is walking, and the fools war amongst themselves... This time belongs to you, O great ones. MY MIGHTY MASTAHS!!"

[HEADING=2]HERE WE GO AGAIN![/HEADING]​

[HEADING=1]A REALLY WILD WASTELAND[/HEADING]​

[HEADING=2]SEASON TWO![/HEADING]​

This is the tale of the wasteland gone wild. No, not that sexy porno thing. The REALLY Wild Wasteland, where the world has not only fallen into chaos because of war and destruction, but it's also kind of nutty. The Enclave is back and getting up to force once more, with a building with legs heading steadily East. There is also a new intelligent Raider group in the area with crosses tattooed on their faces, called the Heads. Lately, ghouls have been acting weird because of a strange calling that they can't quite place, though not all are affected. Also, there is the super mutant problem growing worse, all announced by the man as he pirated control of-

-GNR! That's the Galaxy News Radio, in case you forgot. Listen up, children, cuz we got a whole mess a' trouble goin' on. We've got Vertibirds in the sky and growing mutants on the ground. We've got a stampede of irradiated horses - called Nightmares - coming through and it's apparently riling-up ALL of the funky rad-animals. They might not attack you, but don't you give 'em any excuse. Only the Deathclaws are fearless enough at this time. I should also like to point out, children, that it's FINALLY come to pass: Rain clouds are forming in areas over the Capital Wastelands, though for now this only appears to be around Girdershade and Tenpenny Tower, so button up down there, folks! And now, some music... [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ACWbrqkPdQ]​

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For the record, Scribe Ramsey wasn't as bad as he seemed. He wasn't assigned in order to be kept out of the BoS's hair or anything. The truth was that he was one of the more intelligent of the Scribes there. As such, they frankly had him minding the library alot. At this time, he was dressed in pre-war clothing with combat armor and a pair of glasses, his hair light-brown and his eyes blue. He wasn't so bad. He even brought his own motorcycle. He was just expecting things to move a bit quicker than this, as he was one who preferred an efficient workplace and people to work with. Here, let's get a look at his stats.

Spoiler: Scribe Ramsey

NAME: Evan Ramsey

OCCUPATION: BoS, Scribe

FAVORED WEAPONS: Laser Rifle, Frag Grenades, Nightsticks

FAVORED EQUIPMENT: Stimpacks, Pre-War Books, Doctor Bag, Rad-X, Radaway, Pipboy 3000

FAVORED SKILLS: Science, Perception, Intelligence, Computers, Medicine.

BACKGROUND: Though he will not speak of it at length, Evan was a survivor from Vault 106, which was pumped heavily with delusion-inducing drugs and other such-types. It was only through caution, willpower, and eventually the skill to LEAVE and survive the wasteland that he was able to remove himself from that hellhole. As such, he is abjectly against all drugs and even alcohol more than the occasional good-natured time or the need for a Stimpack. He found himself welcomed by the BoS when he presented his credentials and spoke at length at his knowledge of various things.

Anyway, he had been listening to his Pipboy now and said to the others...

Evan: Hey, guys. He just said on the radio it might rain around here soon. Might wanna be careful of that. No idea what rain's gonna be with all this toxicity, though I'd imagine you wouldn't want to stay in it for very long.

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The church Cassie just literally stumbled into with her Yao Gui was a real beaut of the old age. Great worksmanship, stone foundation, and it was mostly unharmed except by weathering. With the door closed behind her, she was safe from the stampede which - from the sound of things - might last a while. She called up to whoever it was that called her in and received an answer from upstairs. Upon reaching said person up there - because he seemed keen on staying - she found...a man with a mustache [http://api.ning.com/files/NWk7EHK2Fi-axwJqXEgnRjjqDzUzMMFN1xOlyLtMG5o0RRx62DuwPcJoLSpn*SOr3*y*AwCAJvJ1Mt3AqXRwjg__/BurtGummer.jpg?width=479&height=600], well-armed and prepared for all manner of trouble.

Burt: Evening, ma'am. Didn't want to spook ya, but there has been a little bit of an incursion in the area, and I don't mean the horses. Those sorry SOB's are just icing on a particularly-nasty cake. You can probably see 'em from here.

What was he talking about? Well...if Cass were to have a look, she would find that the Nightmares passing along in their thick group were having...problems. Every now and then, one of them seemed to fall over, panic, and never be heard from again. And just before it happened, it seemed like something serpentine had grabbed them from out of nowhere, or...from underneath the ground. After a moment, Burt spoke again.

Burt: We should be secure here, thanks to the foundation, and they may even move on with the herd to keep taking their numbers, but...and this is the big but...I think for the good of the people in this world, we should take them out before they do some serious harm.

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As soon as Sully identified himself to the robot, said machine saluted him army-style and said...

LM: I am designated 'Liberty Minor'. My programming and intelligence was transplanted from the remains of my previous body into this one by Allied agents. The Red Army will stop at nothing to taint this great nation, but I will thwart them even if I must sacrifice this form as well.

If this boyo was talking sense enough, it seemed like he was claiming to have formerly been Liberty Prime, the robot that stopped the Enclave in this area with the BoS some years back. If so, then cool partner. However, for now, Sully appeared to be more concerned with some kinda' directions from the slack-jawed ghouls around here. He kept asking 'em where the 'Wizard' was, and finally...they all pointed in a South-Westernly direction, and then began to amble in that direction. A moment later, however, a buzzer sounded from Liberty Minor.

LM: Anomalous radiation signature detected.

He turned towards the source, and it was a...well, it was a humanoid shape, but it was glowing RED with energy. with some of its bones visible and white lights for eyes somehow. This was a...a VERY potent Glowing One! It was red instead of yellow-green and it appeared to have... Why was there a Brahmin with it?

"What'sss up, Wassstlandersss...?"

That sucker's waving at 'em!

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Brandon made to move out of there and away from the Enclave soldier, but when Rex growled at FalloutScott, that got his attention...and his sentries. [http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111015192136/rage/images/e/ee/SentryBot_transparent.png] The two of them buzzed at the dog for that and were as equal in this standoff as Rex was. The powersuit guy noticed this and looked over at the moving Brandon.

FalloutScott: Laddie, I think you want to call off yer dog a'fore it gets into unwanted trouble.

But even as that was going on, in came a rather wrecked-looking Enclave soldier of familiar- HEY! That was David Davidson! He literally shook off his ruined armor before FalloutScott, revealing a black-haired main in a black longcoat and pre-war shirt and pants with a smirk on his face.

FalloutDavid: There's a small-scale Liberty Prime out there. I thought the rest of you should know. Be a doll and fix my armor up. I don't feel like going back to base and...DOG!

Immediately, Rex had David's attention as he busted into a Colonel Mustang speech. [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4dMQ7m9oQ0&feature=player_detailpage#t=16s]

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As soon as he spoke up to them, all of the remaining Gary clones got into a huddle and appeared to have a very in-depth discussion which...well...sounded like a bunch of men saying "Gary" alot. Still, it held meaning to THEM, so there we are. Finally, they were done and one of the men there approached Shifty with a smile and a pat on the shoulder.

"Gary Gary, Gary-Gary Gary Gary. Gary Gary Gary GARY. Gary?"

The rest of them appeared to be power-looting all of the corpses. The Gary facing Shifty appeared to be awaiting some sort of response...

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WHEN WE LAST LEFT OUR HERO...the weird freaky Duper Mutant full of deadly mutant eels had been soundly thashed into tiny bits, thanks to the efforts of Flash and FalloutBob! BUT WAIT! Flash was hurt in the battle, and ALAS he had not the Doctor Bag to fix his limb-trouble! Fortunately, his plight was noticed by the incomparable powersuit man, FalloutBob, who went into his Enclave hovercraft and pulled out the very thing he needed!

FalloutBob: Relax, Flashy old boy! I'll have you fixed up in a cinch...

Wait. Uhhh, Bob? You're not really trained in medicine. Bob? Put down the bandages and splints right now. No, don't use it like that! He's not even wounded there! Oh, I can't look... But a little while later, Flash was comically bandaged all over his body, including his actual damages. Well...he'd make a full recovery, at least. Suddenly, though, there was a beep from the hovercraft. Bob leapt into action and SUPER-ANSWERED!!

FalloutBob: Hello? Yeah? Really? So soon? Dayum... Okay, I'm on it.

He turned to Flash.

FalloutBob: Yo, Flash! That was mah commander-in-chief. He wants me to handle some other business! I gotta go! See ya!

The Enclave machine closed up and started up...poorly. It was able to rocket off to its next destination, but the thing was stalling intermittently.

FalloutBob: Oh, god dammit... My hovercraft is full of eels!

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This is the situation at the Citadel right now.

Frank Rose's group had been afforded some hospitality, even free movement within the Citadel, thanks largely to Frank's own influence. During the time they had been questioning Vikki, they began to learn a few of the super mutant movements, mostly because she wasn't really comfortable around them and was therefore fairly-free with the info. However, her leg damage was bad enough that she wasn't going ANYWHERE for a while. That much, a Scribe was off to relate to Lucy, having noted that they were friends and wanting to make up for the asshole that had shouted before.

Marlon Van Graff was heard and then put in a cell - not an unpleasant cell - during Sara Lyons' deliberations. His information had been enlightening, but troubling. What was it with those singular people in the wasteland that seemed to do so much? A Courier there, a Vault Dweller here...and that's not even counting ancient history. She and the others had eventually come to a decision and had a couple of men sent to his cell to bring Marlon back to her for the official answer.

Lucy Black's now-upgraded Gauss Rifle had been analyzed during the process of it being worked upon. What they found was a little worrysome. It did not appear to be refurbished old world tech. All the parts had been new upon manufacture, which couldn't have been - comparatively - very long ago. Now, they knew of Isaac Black, but this led the BoS lot to start to wonder HOW MUCH they ever knew about him...

In addition to having some idea on where the Enclave base was - the same information that they gave William Knight - there was also a notion of where 'The Doc' was, thanks to information from Vikki. It seemed likely that the Behemoth-making man would be in some northern mutant territory, which also somewhat coincided with transmission direction, but that that made it seem farther off, so it was uncertain. Even still, this was information, and important.

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Dan Halder had been asked to meet a man - a stranger in these parts - about a job that involved him hammering some folks into the ground. The people asking to hire had been a weird bunch. They looked like raiders, but...savvy raiders. Raiders who are smart? SINCE WHEN?! But these guys with the crosses tattooed on their faces were playing it slick, offering payment and all. They wanted him to see their boss, Blacky. And so, outside of a town, behind some large rocks, he would find this Blacky...and a bunch of his boys...well-armed and waiting. Blacky himself was dressed - as advertised - all in black, head to toe including a mask with red eye-filters. You couldn't even see his mouth. He was personally carrying a mini-gun, but neither he nor any of them were in a fighting mood.

Blacky: I'll cut to the chase, Dan. You see that town down there? Well, right now, there are some men I want dead. You'll know 'em by the sight of 'em. They're all Enclave. Those bastards killed a bunch of my men back west and they've been pushing us east with their expanding territory. Right now, there's a few regulars, plus two of their 'special' agents, one of 'em out of his armor 'cause he tangled with something BAD. I don't care. Show me their crushed helmets with their mashed fat heads inside and I'll pay you a hundred caps for every regular, and a thousand caps for every 'special'. I want them not just dead, but dead in such a manner that it cripples their morale to see them ended so easily. We can talk more after you're done... Do we have a deal?

That town was where Brandon, Rex, FalloutScott, FalloutDavid, a bunch of people, and probably a few Enclave soldiers were.

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Two men in an old jeep, a jeep that's been epically jury-rigged time and again. Sorry, two men? Two ghouls. They were armed, they were armored, and they looked pretty military, especially the driver. They had met some time back and were traveling together these days, now currently making their way over some unruly hills that rose and dipped unexpectedly. Their names? Jackson Badass Murphy and Forest Borrt. And in the middle of whatever they were doing...something rose up over a hill, something big and quite loud...

Let's take it from the beginning: Before it actually came into view, there had been a sound like HEAVY tank treads. Then, when it appeared...it looked like a moving BUILDING. It was this shakily-held-together box-shaped sort of a building that appeared to be moving on its own accord. A very keen eye would be able to notice that the building was actually not on the ground, but close to it as something like metal legs appeared to be flat to the ground where some large tank-like metal treads were indeed carryng it off to some sort of destination.

Well...either something was carrying the building on its back, or something was IN said building for...some sort of reason.

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Stanley was a lucky, lucky man. He and his high-spiritedness had gained the attention of none other than Mr. Morgan Bloom, the Gentleman Ghoul, for a job that seemed right up his alley. He was to report to one Emerson Estabahn, the man who had refurbished the Nuka Cola Factory and set the business back into motion, producing that most-wonderous drink, Nuka-Cola. He was almost there, the factory at last within sight, when...a rather dirty-looking Enclave Vertibird came out of nowhere and almost landed on him! There, it dropped off a man and, oddly enough, a Robobrain robot. Yes, unfortunately this was the landing spot also chosen by Wayne and his slow-as-hell robot companion. All this, and not far from their location were...three others: An overweight Vault 10 Dweller, a young lady with a laser rifle, and a ghoul with a rifle. Their names? Twig, Scar, and Ben. Their destination: The Nuka Cola Factory. However, between them and it: Stan and Wayne.

Twig: Okay...that looks like trouble.

Ben: Well then, go back home, smoothskin. You're the one that wanted to come here.

Twig: Yeah, and work! They needed a Nuka Cola expert and there is nobody more versed in it than me!

Scar: Nobody more versed in drinking it, you mean. I don't think this is gonna work the way you think it does.

Ben: Look, can we just deal with what's in front first? 'Cause if not, I'm gonna take a nap.

Let's see how this plays out.

 

[ImSkeletor]

With bandages over almost every inch of his body and splints badly restricting his movement he laid back. "MMMMPHHHHMMMMMMMPPPPPP!!!!!!" he said trying to speak through the bandages. He made an unintelligable sound that was meant to be a sigh. He decided that he was going to make an attempt to get up. The flailing and muffled shouts were an even mix of sad and amusing. After about half an hour he finally worked his way to his feet. He was unable to bend his legs and his arms were stuck in a forward position. He appeared less like a man attempting to be a superhero and more like a doctor who had to slap together a mummy costume at the last minute. The only question was where to go now? If he was spotted by raiders he would surely die or have the most brutal slap fight ever. He would surely need to find a friendly able and willing to both not kill him and to assist him. That would be rather difficult with his inability to speak, but eh what can you do.

 

[wilcoblackflame]

Marlon was optimistic as he was escorted back to see Lyons again. He wasn't being treated especially prisoner like and it was a fair bet that in the scheme of things Lyons was probably a bit more concerned about the enclave and the mutants than him. Maybe the outcasts too.

The outcasts. Now there was an idea. The brotherhood out this way had moved with the times. The outcasts though, they were old school. They were fundamental, by the book, goddamn nutcases. The original recipe brotherhood loons. Maybe if things went real nice he'd be able to get a front row seat to wiping them off the map. He'd have to make a point of offering to help deal with them to Lyons if the opportunity ever arose.

Right now though, he needed to find out whether or not he was back in business.

 

[RobDaBank]

Wayne hurried off the loading ramp of the vertibird, hoping he would never have to endure such an unnatural experience ever again. As far as he was concerned, people don't fly these days for good reason. He tapped at this pip-boy causing his hunk-o-junk Robobrain companion to follow him off the ramp.

'I couldn't get you any further north' shouted a voice from behind, contending with the sound of the vertibird's jets, Wayne turned to look at Daisy leaning out of the cockpit. 'Too much action going on up there'

"Well what in the hell do you expect me to do you old coffin dodger?"

'Hmm, you could try asking someone, maybe even try being nice, instead of being so heavy handed y'know?' And with that she turned back to her controls and began closing the ramp. Wayne moved away as fast as he could, the force of the jets helping him along as the winged relic took off heading back west.

"Great" He murmured to himself as he squinted through the dust, hoping to see something useful in a place he had never been before. Slowly the dust lowered to reveal a man stood, not far at all from the landing site, it was hard to tell if he was scared or pissed at the hunk of metal that nearly landed on top of him. "Only one way to find out" he swung his duster back behind the holster of his revolver, placing his hand loosely on top of the gun hoping to get the message across.

Now, I could put this gun in his mouth and force him to tell me where I am, but it'd be hard to talk with a piece of metal in his teeth.
I could give him one in the leg, keep his mouth free, but what if he's not alone... don't wanna attract attention.
Maybe I'll just draw on him, but he could have anything under that duster of his.
Looks like I'll have to *sigh*

"Hey fella, sorry about nearly crushing you, I'm looking for some Enclave folk in the area... You seen any?"

Wait, who are those 3 behind this fool?

He grabbed his rifle this time, aiming at the three standing a short distance away. If there's one thing he did know it was people were trouble in numbers no matter what part of this god forsaken country you were in. "And just who the f**k are you guys?" He yelled

 

[CrazyBlaze]

Dan sighed. He wasn't a mercenary and he usually didn't do jobs for raiders but this opportunity was too good to pass up. A couple thousand caps was never a bad deal and it never hurt to have a good ear in a raider group, especially if they started to gain power in the area. As long as they never had any conflicting issues they could provide a mutual beneficial relationship.

Standing up from the crouched position he had taken to look eye to eye with Blacky, Dan stretched his body and looked at Blacky with his most intimating stare, which wasn't hard considering his height and size.

"I'll do it. But you better be sure to pay up. I don't like it when people short change me," to drive home his point he took hold of his sledge hammer and swung at the rock above Blacky with one arm, smashing a piece of the rock into dust and gravel that covered Blacky and Dan. Grinning Dan rested the sledgehammer on his shoulders.

"But you guys seem smart enough to know that," Dan walked away from the group of raiders backwards, "Of course I'll be back in a bit to collect my caps." Pivoting on his foot Dan made his way towards the town.

Dan was too large to be sneaky so he walked straight into town.

"To all bug eyed, metal cowards. Every single one of ya around here will be dead by sundown. If you'll run I'll kill. If you hide I'll kill ya. If you try to be a hero I'll kill ya. So its best to come on out here right now and I'll give ya the luxury of being finished off quickly. So come on out and line up. Its hammerin time!" Dan rested the head of his sledgehammer on the the ground and leaned on it like a cane as waited for the Enclave to come out and start shooting at him.

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

Her mind was still clouded by all this Enclave business, no matter what her intentions may be, she was still technically linked to them. Oh the irony.

Although a small part of her wanted to follow orders just for her own selfish reasons, but she knew she couldn't do that. Not to the Brotherhood and especially not to Frank.

Lucy had barely turned around from closing Frank's door when she literally bumped into a Brotherhood Scribe "Sorry, didn't see you there!"

"Miss Black? I have...unfortunate news about your friend? The semi-mutant they call Vikki."

Her heart fell slightly at his tone "Is she okay? It was only a broken leg, they said everything woul-..."

The Scribe had put his hand up to stop her "There were complications in the healing process, mutant anatomy is not so different from ours, but it seems that the experiments carried out on her stunted her natural mutant healing process. She's slightly more durable than an average human, but only slightly. When her leg began to heal on it's own accord, the bone and muscles had set incorrectly, effectively destroying valuable nerve-endings. She has lost the ability to use her leg. It may heal over time, but with an individual as unique as her, we cannot say for sure."

He looked apologetic and she appreciated that "Thank you for being so straight up with me, can I go see her?"

He started to lead the way to the Med-Wing.
"Of course, she is heavily sedated though, upon discovery of her situation, she suffered a severe emotional breakdown. During that time, she mentioned your name and Former Knight Rose profusely, she was rather fond of you two by the sound of it."

Lucy turned to him "You didn't have to tell me or be so kind, so for what it's worth, thank you."

He gave a polite smile "I was in the room when one of my fellow scribes started berating you, I wish to offer our most sincere apologies towards potential allies of the Brotherhood."

She gave a small smile at that and entered the Med-Wing alone, Vikki was indeed heavily sedated, but she looked peaceful "This isn't goodbye my friend. There's still so much we have to know about one another, one day I'll explain everything." she leaned over and hugged Vikki's small frame and whispered "Thank you for believing in me, for fighting by my side and protecting me. For now I'll try to finish your fight. I'm sorry for getting you in this mess. I fucked up again..."

She couldn't stay there any longer without her heart breaking, so with one final squeeze of her hand, she walked out of the room and turned to the Scribe "Marlon van Graff? He's in some sort of meeting with the Elder? Is there anyway I could see him?"

"I'm afraid that's impossible, not until Elder Lyons has granted him pardon."

"Oh..." she paused "William Knight, he's out on a mission, who could I ask for details regarding that?...I need to find him, urgently."

"The Elder, you would need someone of a higher rank to bring you before her."

She sighed in frustration "Maybe Frank...Anyway, thank you"

He smiled politely, but then his eyes shifted to the rifle on her back, the smile faded and his eyes turned cold.

Do I smell like Enclave now, just because I'm thinking about them? What was that about?

She decided against asking because she had just noticed that nearly everyone, surrounding her in the hallway, who wasn't wearing a helmet were throwing wary to completely hostile glances her way.

I need to find Frank

 

[ImSkeletor]

Barry "walked" South-eastward for no better reason than that it felt right. After a while he heard a faint sound of movement. He wished he didn't have bandages covering parts of his ears. He turned around and saw a molerat. Well this was going to be fun. The creature rammed him and knocked the already poorly balanced Barry off of his feet. The rat began biting and clawing at his face. Barry pondered this before going for a headbutt. The Molerat stumbled back obviously hurt. Barry then twisted his torso back and forth until he was able to flip sideways. He slammed the rat with both brofists and the creature exploded into a bloody pile of gibs. "MMMPPPHHHHHH," he said victoriously. He struggled back to his feet. At this point he saw a Vault in the distance. "MMMMPPPPHHHPHHHPHHMMM" He said excited heading towards it. Heading towards it slowly, very very slowly.

 

[SamtheDeathclaw]

"Hey fella, sorry about nearly crushing you, I'm looking for some Enclave folk in the area... You seen any?"
Stanley looked the man up and down. A thug who thought he was more important than he was, Stanley decided. Nice duster, though. And pretty eyes. No one that bad could have such pretty eyes.

"It's alright! I'm just not used to looking up when walking. Enclave? Nah, man. Not around here." Stanley said cheerfully.

As the strange man shouted at something behind Stanley- shouted quite rudely, one might add- he turned around and looked.
"I don't see anything." he said, only glancing, really.
Then he heard them, some people arguing it sounded like. A ghoul, probably, or someone with a serious chain-smoking habit. Either a woman or a young boy, he couldn't tell. They all sounded alike at a distance.

He looked harder, now, and finally spotted them.
He briefly allowed his hand to stray to his pistol, then put his hand down near his side without drawing. Drawing a weapon before at least talking first almost always leads to fights, in Stanley's experience.
Granted, in the wasteland, everything leads to a fight.

 

[Raynoson]

Forest
Briefly thinking about commenting to Jackson and asking if it was real or not, he settled on forgoing the obvious comments, and questions like...
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing? Are we on something? Back in my day..."
He opted out to comment as he brought up his Gauss rifle.
"What do you think that is, and should we follow, run, or shoot and see what happens?"
His voice was the accustomed gravel tones, as he looked around in any case.

 

[Ruedyn]

Jackson turned slightly to address his travelling companion, still paying attention to the road.
"Follow. If you shoot it, you're running though." In truth, even Jackson was curious as to what this thing was. Shooting it didn't seem smart though, especially with their ammo problems. And food problems. And water problems. The thought occurred to him,
'We need to go scavenging soon.' Oh well, that was what he had Forest for. He had an eye for it, or at least a better one than Jackson.
"I don't recognize the area, do you?" Jacksons voice was alot smoother than Forests, but still sounded like he had just gotten done smoking all the cigarettes in the wasteland.

 

[Souplex]

"William was heading to an Enclave base somewhere, I need a favour, can you just find out where it is for me?"
"I'll try, but don't just run off looking for him. I would really like you around when we inevitably siege the Doctor's base, and after that, I'll gladly come along, and help with this Enclave Base/Missing boyfriend situation."
"I'm using the shower in your quarters, I won't be long".
"Just ignore the cameras."
Frank headed down to the lab to ask about the location of the Enclave base.
"Sorry Frank, we need the Elder's approval to tell you, and she's busy with the Van Graff. Knowing her she'll have him "Earn a pardon" by being on the front lines of whatever battle we go into next, without power armor."
"Well that's something."

 

[RobDaBank]

"It's alright! I'm just not used tolooking upwhen walking. Enclave?Nah, man. Not around here."

Was I being lied to? Pretty good idea to leave me on the other side of the damn country. Why the hell has Arcade done this to me?

Just as Wayne thought he had been screwed over, and as if by some divine intervention, a tattered old poster blew by in the wind "Enclave wants" was all Wayne could make from it. They were here, somewhere.

He watched as the man drew his sidearm and turned to face the mystery trio, they were obviously not involved, mutually anyway.

'Friends?' He asked. 'Bit of a mismatched group, and who the hell gets fat in the wasteland anyway?'

The fat b**tard didn't bother him half as much as the ghoul though

Great, here 10 minutes and I run into a f**king ghoul

Wayne hid his disdain and spoke once more to the man in tin plate armour and a copycat duster, 'Looks like these may be fans of yours, you mind if we sign some autographs? I don't fancy turning my back on any group if they're unhappy... Then we can talk about where the sweet hell I am."

 

[Floris2123]

Brandon was unhappy with seeing the man, he wanted to avoid this kind of trouble. Rex growled at the man and his sentries. He was thinking of running for a second, but he eventually decided against it. Instead he smiled at the man trying to look innocent. The man said "Laddie, I think you want to call off yer dog a'fore it gets into unwanted trouble." Brandon was about to respond when another enclave soldier appeared.

The man had such an ruined armor that if fell apart, revealing a black haired man with a black coat. He said "There's a small-scale Liberty Prime out there. I thought the rest of you should know. Be a doll and fix my armor up. I don't feel like going back to base and...DOG! Brandon was a bit shocked by the last word. The man looked at Rex and started to hold a story about how amazing dogs were.

Brandon smiled. "Thank you for complimenting my dog Rex." Brandon said with a modest smile. "And I will make sure that he doesn't engage your sentries." Brandon pointed at the sentries "Not enemies." He said to Rex. "So what did you said about this, small scale Liberty prime?" Brandon was curious about that, he was petting Rex on his back.

 

[Raynoson]

(Jackson "Badass" =/)

"If I recall, we're a bit far off from the Bethesda ruins. It's mostly raiders and ghouls, and the raiders tend to eat people more then the ghouls do. I reckon we can go and kill/steal things there, but I'd prefer not leaving the jeep near there. If we do plan to follow that, moving... giant... box? It'll attract some attention..."

Rubbing above his eyes, Forest looked through the scope of his rifle around the place,. Paranoia and curiosity in equal parts, he didn't have ammo to spare, but it'd be worth it to not get shot in the back. In that matter he'd rather get shot then have the jeep be damaged, working on keeping it running with Jackson was no easy task.

 

[Ruedyn]

Forest 'Not Gump' Borrt :|

Jackson took a moment to think and sighed. He preferred having food than a satiated curiosity. He turned the jeep towards the direction Forest had pointed out, hiding the jeep behind some rubble,getting out and putting some in to give it that usual "junk" look all the other models shared.
Jackson took his assault rifle out of the trunk, and checked his gear again, and finally turned to Forest.
"Lead the way, chum."

 

[SamtheDeathclaw]

'Looks like these may be fans of yours, you mind if we sign some autographs? I don't fancy turning my back on any group if they're unhappy... Then we can talk about where the sweet hell I am."
"Oooh, you think so? Let's go meet them!" Stanley exclaimed, then quickly headed towards the trio, his mission left for a later date.
Stanley stopped a little ways away and seeing the man look at him like he was deficient, Stanley waved for him to come on. "Come on, then! People to meet, things to do!"

 

[FalloutJack]

Of course, Garys do not have mothers TO teabag or anything of the sort. Fortunately, Shifty's probing into their ingenius language did not land him into terminal danger. Instead, the Gary he was talking to turned around, shouted a bunch of good-natured 'Garys' at the others, and then a they got to work on the corpses double-time, removing everything of value quickly. Afterwhich, there was a small pile of identical bodies and apparently all the caps that the Heads had on 'em, because Garys don't recognize caps as currency. Ergo, they thought Shifty was the garbage man. From there, they ran off like a rampaging stampede that goes "GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY!". Believe it or not, stranger things have happened. There was also a red glow some distance away for some reason and something...something around here was going "MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHH!!!!", but who can say wh- AGH!! MUMMY!! Wait...mummy? Walking dead person? AHA!! A CUSTOMER!!

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In the wake of Rex getting alot of attention from David Davidson, Brandon spoke up to reassure the other Enclave agent that he wasn't going to cause any trouble. What Rex actually does with the loud, noisy Sentry-Bots, however... At this time, FalloutScott was grumbling to himself and working on the Enclave armor. Well, all that is off to the side for now as the man asked David about the LM.

FalloutDavid: Well, I was busy sniping some guy when this human-sized version of Liberty Prime jumped out of nowhere and engaged me in a climactic battle scene in which we fought tooth and nail amidst a town full of Deathclaws...and unfortunately, I wrecked my suit in the process. It's a damn shame. I can't go Invisibo [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vt4QU9NfNIc] without it.

It was at that point that a NEW development turned up...in the form of big man, Dan Halder, with his sledgehammer. He had apparently gone on swimmingly with his deal up by the rocks outside of town and was now here to deliver threats upon the masses. Did we say masses? We meant the Enclave soldiers! He declared, loudly, that he was going to kill every single one of the bastards, using a hammer. That...got Scotty's attention.

FalloutScott: A hammer, ya say? Well, I'll just finish up here an' then we'll see about that.

FalloutDavid: How many of us are in town, anyway?

FalloutScott: Five, not includin' you an' me.

FalloutDavid: So, he just walked into town to pick a fight and...within seconds, every guy that heard him has a gun trained on his ass, doesn't he?

Two on a rooftop, one guy down the street, another coming out of an alley, and the last guy coming out of a bar - all of them pointing Plasma Rifles.

FalloutScott: Aye, that's the rub.

However, it was Scotty's two Sentry-Bots that opened fire with their miniguns first, approaching as they fired in order to try sinking their machine-claws into him.

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As soon as Wayne aimed his gun at the three others, he had a pistol, a laser rifle, and a hunting rifle aimed right back at him. They were a pain in the ass to each other, and sometimes even kinda' stupid, but they were pretty quick to aim guns as necessary.

Twig: Whoa...hey, we're just here for a job at that plant. You two can go back to shooting each other or whatever you were doing. Just leave us out of it.

Ben: Hey, smoothskin. You don't wanna get between this guy and the Nuka-Cola. He's like a junky with that stuff, and you know what junkies are like when they haven't got any. A little twitchy.

There was a tense moment, then...

Twig: Wait. Seriously? Have I EVER been twitchy just because I haven't had a Nuka Break?

Scar: Sometimes.

Ben: Ya certainly hallucinated when I gave you that water before.

Twig: That was before!

Another argument during a Mexican Standoff. Do these guys ever give it a rest? Well, while they're up in arms over that with Stan and Wayne trying to decide who's copying who, let us now turn to the roof of the Nuka Cola Factory, to an aged gentleman in a nice pre-war suit and a stetson: Emerson Estabahn, owner and proprieter. He was looking over at the tiny specks in the wasteland and the retreating Vertibird, next to a man with a sniper rifle.

Estabahn: Who are they, Mick?

Mick: Looks like your three new inspectors, along with that guy Bloom was sending. The one outta the Vertibird, I can't identify.

Estabahn: Having a shoot-out in front of my factory... It's disgraceful!

Mick: They're not shooting yet. Looks more like shouting. Want me to give 'em a warning?

There appeared to be a small party of hired guards approaching casually, guns not at hostile yet.

Estabahn: Let the other men get closer, then if they fail to notice...get their attention.

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Jackson and Forest decided to park their heap near a sad heap of a ruined home and make it look like it was just as junky and worthless while they moved on to have a look around. Localy, they could have found some molerat or mutated ant holes, but a look in the way distance at the Bethesda buildings would reveal...a problem. Not just super mutants, but a few Behemoths wandering specifically in that area...as if patrolling something. Almost like there were something very important going on there...

While they were doing this, the strange building-thing they had been watching before was still in sight range, now getting on its feet - clawed mechanical feet on reverse-jointed machine-legs with the tank treads on the backs - and walking up a hill towards what looked like a communications tower...with a small group of buildings and barricades set around it. They would be able to see what happened next, and hardly be able to miss it for the noise.

[HEADING=2][b][u][color=#ee4a2d]MGB STATUS: GOOD[/color][/u][/b][/HEADING]

[HEADING=3][b][color=#ee4a2d]ANALYSIS: Signal trace leads to super mutant settlement with radio tower.[/color][/b][/HEADING]

[HEADING=3][b][color=#ee4a2d]ASSESSMENT: Real enemy base not located yet.[/color][/b][/HEADING]

[HEADING=3][b][color=#ee4a2d]ACTION: Destroy.[/color][/b][/HEADING]

Of course, the super mutants living in the buildings weren't going to miss a building with legs walking towards them, not when it was up the hill moving right for them. They clambered out with rocket launchers and assault rifles and fired on the thing without mercy. Unfortunately, it wasn't doing much as the crumbly building was acting as a buffer for WHATEVER it was against 'em. Then again, given the legs, would it really make a difference? That was when the front building-pieces were dropped for all the mutants to see and gawk at.

"Mother of go-"

Jackson and Forest would then hear the unmistakable sound of vulcan cannons and missles firing from that thing, as every mutant there was chunkified and every building was first swiss cheese barely holding together...and then blown up by the missles. The radio tower collapsed soon after. But then, when it happened-

"HEY!!"

-there was a Super Mutant Behemoth up north enough, as it had been closer to the two ghouls' position looking for molerat to eat, to see the exchange. It ran up the hill in lumbering steps and rammed that standing building with its shoulder, knocking ever piece of it out of alignment and revealing the thing underneath. Every piece of the building had been held in place by what looked like a mechanical tendril using an adhesive substance to stick to surfaces and hold everything together to give it cover. Now that it was gone...

Spoiler: The MGB

NAME: Metal Gear BOX

OCCUPATION: Enclave Super Weapon

DESCRIPTION: A roughly-humanoid machine with a general ED 209 [http://www.badhaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/ed209.jpg] body shape. That is, it has reverse-jointed legs with gripping claws leading up to a pivoting base, allowing a main body section to move about freely. The tank treads on the back of the legs, allow it to 'sit' and ride, the torso turning and capable of shooting with a 360-degree range of fire. Said torso has no head, per se, but rather a front-mounted 'face' like the HARDAC super computer [http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20080813221122/dcanimated/images/b/b6/Hardac.jpg], though not exactly in that shape. The main eye appears to be an advanced targeting scanner. The MGB has four arms, the two upper ones ending in hands with three claws and an emitter of some sort, and the lower ones ending in guns. The shoulders appear hold three missle launchers each, self-loading from inside the mechanism. Mounted on the back of the machine is an adjustable rack of four missles, and you don't need to be a pre-war expert to guess what THEY are. The machine-tendrils appear to retract into small holes along the main body that seal shut when not in use, and there are four such compartments in front near the main eye that were not in use at all. The entire machine is colored gun-metal gray. Its size is comparable to Super Mutant Behemoths and Liberty Prime.

ARMAMENTS: Six shoulder-mounted missle launchers, two vulcan cannons on the lower arms, two hand-mounted energy ray emitters, and four tactical nuclear missles.

BACKGROUND: For every reaction, there is an equal and opposite reaction. When Liberty Prime first trounced the Enclave atthe Jefferson Memorial, Number One was not only shocked...but startled into inspiration. As head of the Enclave weapons development plant, he drew up plans for a counter-deterant, then failed to halt the project when Prime had actually been defeated. He wanted this in a bad way. And so, using all the technologies at their disposal, the plant created a monster. An Enclave super computer was mounted inside of an armored bulk, given legs and limbs, and then armed. Vulcans that they were using for the new Stinger copters were applied, as were conventional missles and some of their last-remaining nuclear deterant. Parts from leftover Enclave forcefields were taken to build the energy ray emitters in the palms, but...it needed something else. And Number One said "Make it stealth.". The scientists asked him "Well, how the fuck do we do THAT?", a question which puzzled them until they looked at...a box. YES. They devised a system by which it would pick up and surround itself in pieces of building or rocks to make it look like it was just another part of the wasteland! At worse, it could cover itself in rocks and look like just another mineral deposit. At best, it could masquerade as an abandoned building, of which there were countless numbers of out there in the wastes. PERFECT! And so, they dubbed it...Metal Gear BOX, a stealth mobile nuclear launch platform with a brain of its own and programming to hardwire it to obey commands from the home base. Its first real test was to remain innocently situated outside of Fort Knox for years undetected until the Heads decided to crash the party, so to speak. You know the result of that little engagement.

The machine took a step back to steady itself and assess its target, which was a big angry giant which was punching at it. The pivoting base turned and the MGB returned the punch to its stomach, before turning its base again to palm-strike the Behemoth in the face. The big mutant lurched from the impacts, faltering back...then it gripped the fallen radio tower and slammed it into the machine, knocking it off-balance for a moment as the old rusty tower broke in half. No matter. It just raised the ramining tower to strike at it again...and that's where the advantage was lost. The MGB's targeting scanner gave it a list of viable moves and acted on them simultaneously. Two missles intercepted the tower while the machine's hands reached out and broke both of the Behemoth's wrists in a cold mechanical grip while it received the equivalent of a kneecapping via the vulcans. The Behemoth let out a scream as it was suddenly on its knees and unable to pull away now. Its captor hesitated for a few ghastly seconds...before firing a short gun burst into the mutant's face and unceremoniously dumping it on the ground. Thereby, it did a scan both visually and by radar, determining whether there were other immediate hostiles or targets that it had been specifically told to look for. It had only one official target left, and it did not find it, so out came the mecha-tendrils to pick up the damaged building pieces and hastily assemble the rough estimation of a building around itself, which it sat down in to look like it was another ruined hulk in the wasteland, awaiting further orders.

Well, now what, you two?

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Not long after they went to fetch Marlon and brought him in to speak with Sarah Lyons, the same guards were instructed to find and escort Frank Rose and Lucy Black to outside the same meeting room to because she wanted to speak to them afterwards. Yeah, all three of them. Situations were getting nasty. Meantime, we have Marlon Van Graff, the man from New Vegas. Sarah paced around a bit, armored guards standing idle while she did this, and then she stopped and said...

Sarah: I've been thinking about all that you said, and I've come to the conclusion...that you're worth at least hearing out, that I can give you the benefit of the doubt enough that we will no longer be holding your belongings or keep you locked up. You are free to go about your business, with the understanding that we don't want any trouble from you, obviously. What you've told me about the West Coast bothers me, of course, but it looks to me like part of that problem is taking care of itself. Brotherhood West is a dying breed, unable to adapt itself to the times. I expect the Outcasts will be no different, since I will actually recruit and teach people how to handle what's littering their backyard and going 'beep-beep' at them. And you...

She pointed her finger at him.

Sarah: ...are going to help with that. You're going to make sure the right people know what the hell they're doing with your products, and make sure the wrong people - like raiders - have a better chance of fucking it up. Because I am sick to death of raiders in this area. There's way too many of them. But rather than waste my time trying to hunt them down, I'd like them to try something stupid like trying to handle a laser properly, only to get cut down by my men. The point is...I'm prepared to let you go and carry on with your business. However, before that, we have the safety of the wastes to deal with.

She made a nod to a guard, which in turn had him radio outside to bring in the other two, Lucy and Frank now entering the room. When they did, Sarah switched on a viewing screen with a map of the area. It seemed focused on here in the Citadel and an area north of here.

Sarah: All three of you have come here under...interesting situations. Marlon is a Van Graff and an arms dealer whom we were sketchy about. That much, you'll be relieved to know, has passed for the time being. Frank was, of course, one of us and he left...only to lead you two here in handling a new Behemoth, quite well I should point out. And then...there's you.

She stopped in front of Lucy.

Sarah: Miss Black, by now you've probably had your suspicions that your father, Isaac, was associated with us at some point. He was. He had worked with my father for a time, enough that he might've been considered one of us...but he didn't want to get that close for some reason. My father always assumed it was because being in the Brotherhood marked you for life, that because of how the wastes might view us with unease that he didn't want to be that deeply involved. Father respected his wishes, and their association remained unofficial. Lately, though, I'm thinking we never really understood the man at all...and the reason why is that weapon.

By this, she meant her now-customized Gauss Rifle.

Sarah: That rifle was examined and detemined to be reletively new. It couldn't be more than a few years old, if that. I would question you as to where he could have gotten such a thing, but I doubt you know any better than I do, if that. So...I'll get to the point, which is this map. In return for...a little leeway, a bit of understanding, a bit of hospitality...I would like your help in handling this Behemoth situation. Frank obviously knows we can't let this nutcase go unchallenged. Chances are, neither will the Enclave, since the guy actually called them out. However, since there hasn't been a bout of Vertibirds lately, I'm going to assume that they're being a little more covert. So be it. We still have a few of their machines and we can arrive at their place at the ruins of Bethesda Software in minutes. We can mobilize teams and-

There was an interruption from a radio, something from the field.

-Citadel, this is Scout-7, North-West perimeter of the DC Ruins. We have three Extra-Larges, armed to the teeth and heading your way!-

Sarah got on the radio to respond, clearly surprised by this.

Sarah: Right now? How are they armed? Give me ETA!

There was the sound of an explosion on the other end.

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The smoke cleared and chunks fell away from the building, but fortunately the man in the armor had jumped away in time and was now relatively safe.

Scout-7: Phew! That was a close one... Ma'am, two of the bastards seem to have a bunch of Mini-Nukes that they're throwing like grenades. The lead bastard's wearing car parts for armor, wielding a big fucking hammer and riding a giant horse!


Three Super Mutant Behemoths, one of them riding a scaled-up Nightmare with three eyes. The two flunkies were tossing the odd Mini-Nuke from a makeshift bandolier across their chests. The main guy was car-part-armored as stated and wielding a hammer that was essentially steel I-beam handle with a chunk of building as the head. They were heading for the Citadel, alright.

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-They'll be there in about ten minutes! We'll try and slow 'em down, but nobody can get close right now!-

Sarah: Shit...

She got off the radio and operated Citadel intercoms.

Sarah: Citadel, this is an emergency situation! All personnel will arm immediately and prepare to defend the perimeter, starting with the Northern sector This is not a drill, so move your asses!

An alarm sounded seconds later as dispatch repeated orders. Game time, everybody!

 

[Raynoson]

Jackson and Forest decided to park their heap near a sad heap of a ruined home and make it look like it was just as junky and worthless while they moved on to have a look around. Localy, they could have found some molerat or mutated ant holes, but a look in the way distance at the Bethesda buildings would reveal...a problem. Not just super mutants, but a few Behemoths wandering specifically in that area...as if patrolling something. Almost like there were something very important going on there...

While they were doing this, the strange building-thing they had been watching before was still in sight range, now getting on its feet - clawed mechanical feet on reverse-jointed machine-legs with the tank treads on the backs - and walking up a hill towards what looked like a communications tower...with a small group of buildings and barricades set around it. They would be able to see what happened next, and hardly be able to miss it for the noise.

[HEADING=2][b][u][color=#ee4a2d]MGB STATUS: GOOD[/color][/u][/b][/HEADING]

[HEADING=3][b][color=#ee4a2d]ANALYSIS: Signal trace leads to super mutant settlement with radio tower.[/color][/b][/HEADING]

[HEADING=3][b][color=#ee4a2d]ASSESSMENT: Real enemy base not located yet.[/color][/b][/HEADING]

[HEADING=3][b][color=#ee4a2d]ACTION: Destroy.[/color][/b][/HEADING]

Of course, the super mutants living in the buildings weren't going to miss a building with legs walking towards them, not when it was up the hill moving right for them. They clambered out with rocket launchers and assault rifles and fired on the thing without mercy. Unfortunately, it wasn't doing much as the crumbly building was acting as a buffer for WHATEVER it was against 'em. Then again, given the legs, would it really make a difference? That was when the front building-pieces were dropped for all the mutants to see and gawk at.

"Mother of go-"

Jackson and Forest would then hear the unmistakable sound of vulcan cannons and missles firing from that thing, as every mutant there was chunkified and every building was first swiss cheese barely holding together...and then blown up by the missles. The radio tower collapsed soon after. But then, when it happened-

"HEY!!"

-there was a Super Mutant Behemoth up north enough, as it had been closer to the two ghouls' position looking for molerat to eat, to see the exchange. It ran up the hill in lumbering steps and rammed that standing building with its shoulder, knocking ever piece of it out of alignment and revealing the thing underneath. Every piece of the building had been held in place by what looked like a mechanical tendril using an adhesive substance to stick to surfaces and hold everything together to give it cover. Now that it was gone...

Spoiler: The MGB

NAME: Metal Gear BOX

OCCUPATION: Enclave Super Weapon

DESCRIPTION: A roughly-humanoid machine with a general ED 209 [http://www.badhaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/ed209.jpg] body shape. That is, it has reverse-jointed legs with gripping claws leading up to a pivoting base, allowing a main body section to move about freely. The tank treads on the back of the legs, allow it to 'sit' and ride, the torso turning and capable of shooting with a 360-degree range of fire. Said torso has no head, per se, but rather a front-mounted 'face' like the HARDAC super computer [http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20080813221122/dcanimated/images/b/b6/Hardac.jpg], though not exactly in that shape. The main eye appears to be an advanced targeting scanner. The MGB has four arms, the two upper ones ending in hands with three claws and an emitter of some sort, and the lower ones ending in guns. The shoulders appear hold three missle launchers each, self-loading from inside the mechanism. Mounted on the back of the machine is an adjustable rack of four missles, and you don't need to be a pre-war expert to guess what THEY are. The machine-tendrils appear to retract into small holes along the main body that seal shut when not in use, and there are four such compartments in front near the main eye that were not in use at all. The entire machine is colored gun-metal gray. Its size is comparable to Super Mutant Behemoths and Liberty Prime.

ARMAMENTS: Six shoulder-mounted missle launchers, two vulcan cannons on the lower arms, two hand-mounted energy ray emitters, and four tactical nuclear missles.

BACKGROUND: For every reaction, there is an equal and opposite reaction. When Liberty Prime first trounced the Enclave atthe Jefferson Memorial, Number One was not only shocked...but startled into inspiration. As head of the Enclave weapons development plant, he drew up plans for a counter-deterant, then failed to halt the project when Prime had actually been defeated. He wanted this in a bad way. And so, using all the technologies at their disposal, the plant created a monster. An Enclave super computer was mounted inside of an armored bulk, given legs and limbs, and then armed. Vulcans that they were using for the new Stinger copters were applied, as were conventional missles and some of their last-remaining nuclear deterant. Parts from leftover Enclave forcefields were taken to build the energy ray emitters in the palms, but...it needed something else. And Number One said "Make it stealth.". The scientists asked him "Well, how the fuck do we do THAT?", a question which puzzled them until they looked at...a box. YES. They devised a system by which it would pick up and surround itself in pieces of building or rocks to make it look like it was just another part of the wasteland! At worse, it could cover itself in rocks and look like just another mineral deposit. At best, it could masquerade as an abandoned building, of which there were countless numbers of out there in the wastes. PERFECT! And so, they dubbed it...Metal Gear BOX, a stealth mobile nuclear launch platform with a brain of its own and programming to hardwire it to obey commands from the home base. Its first real test was to remain innocently situated outside of Fort Knox for years undetected until the Heads decided to crash the party, so to speak. You know the result of that little engagement.

The machine took a step back to steady itself and assess its target, which was a big angry giant which was punching at it. The pivoting base turned and the MGB returned the punch to its stomach, before turning its base again to palm-strike the Behemoth in the face. The big mutant lurched from the impacts, faltering back...then it gripped the fallen radio tower and slammed it into the machine, knocking it off-balance for a moment as the old rusty tower broke in half. No matter. It just raised the ramining tower to strike at it again...and that's where the advantage was lost. The MGB's targeting scanner gave it a list of viable moves and acted on them simultaneously. Two missles intercepted the tower while the machine's hands reached out and broke both of the Behemoth's wrists in a cold mechanical grip while it received the equivalent of a kneecapping via the vulcans. The Behemoth let out a scream as it was suddenly on its knees and unable to pull away now. Its captor hesitated for a few ghastly seconds...before firing a short gun burst into the mutant's face and unceremoniously dumping it on the ground. Thereby, it did a scan both visually and by radar, determining whether there were other immediate hostiles or targets that it had been specifically told to look for. It had only one official target left, and it did not find it, so out came the mecha-tendrils to pick up the damaged building pieces and hastily assemble the rough estimation of a building around itself, which it sat down in to look like it was another ruined hulk in the wasteland, awaiting further orders.

Well, now what, you two?

Forest paused for a moment, looking to his friend and whispering, "I think you and I are over are heads, and we need to high tail it out of here. No stopping to loot what's left of the mutants, no sticking around that... thing. If we had enough mini-nukes I'd want to blow that thing back to the Great War, lacking that, let's just go."
Hefting his rifle and keeping an eye out for any surviving mutants, he hoped to high hell that nothing was left that'd provoke it, or assault them.

 

[Ruedyn]

Jackson stared blankly at the thing, glad he didn't let forest shoot it. He snapped out of it as his friend started speaking, and was quick to agree with him, except.
"The jeep makes a lot of noise, and I don't want to attract attention, specially from that fucking thing." He wondered if Bandits would try to investigate the noise. Probably, they weren't that bright.
"Might as well sleep in the jeep, it's already pretty well camo-ed." Jackson started walking back, putting his rifle on his back.

 

[ImSkeletor]

Despite the fact that Barry had rather extreme endurance when it came to running, mainly because it was the only way he traveled, he was beginning to succumb to exhaustion. He had been traveling for miles and miles with extremely restricted movement and he was weighed down by all of the poorly placed medical equipment that covered his body in layer upon layer. It was a warm day and the various things covering his body were not helping. He felt like he was burning alive. A sensation he experienced for real when fighting those eels. He collapsed on the ground not too far from the vault he had been trying to get to. He drifted into the world of sleep for the first time in a couple of days.

A middle aged man with partial graying looked at him. "Come on. We aren?t much farther from town. We will be able to unload all this junk off of poor Bessie. And hopefully make a tidy profit," the man said patting him on the shoulder.

"Alright. Hopefully they got some Nuka Cola up there. Haven?t had one since we passed through that little place back in North Carolina," Barry replied walking forward with him.

The man pondered for a moment, "I was going to save this for your birthday, but its only a few days early." He reached into the pack on the back of good old Bessie. He pulled out a glowing bottle.

Barry looked at it awestruck, "A Nuka Cola Quantum? Wha...how...where did you get that?"

The man replied, "Just happened by it when we were scavenging in that school a couple weeks back."

Barry replied, "I can't take this from you."

"You have been doing great work here. You're the one who found that collection of cigars. I would have walked right past the cellar, but you spotted it. You know how much money we are going to make off of that when we can get to a higher end town? I owe you."

Barry took it gently out of the man's hands, "Thank you. I can't drink this. I'll just keep it with me. A lucky charm or something. I mean what are the odds that you just found this unscavenged? Astronomical." Suddenly a gunshot rang through the air.

A man in metal armor stepped from around a destroyed building. He was soon followed by a dozen others with a variety of common raider armors. Painspike, Blastermaster, Sadist, the works. The one in metal armor had an anarchy symbol painted across the front. He had a .44 Magnum in his hand while the other carried a knives, bats, and sledgehammers. He was obviously the leader of this group. He spoke in a gravely voice, "You can lay down your weapons, drop to your knees, and put your hands over your heads and I promise you that I will make your deaths quick and mostly painless. If you mess with me I will make sure your deaths are far less kind. You got ten seconds."

The middle aged man turned to Barry and whispered, "How do you want to play this?"

Barry replied, "If I?m going to go out, I might as well go out swinging."

"Good man," he replied slipping his hand into his bag. Quickly he pulled his had out, revealing a grenade. He through it full force.

"GRENADE!" The lead raider yelled running out of the way and ducking behind a car for cover. Ten raiders ran in every direction. Two with unfortunately slow reaction time failed to move. The grenade exploded about a foot above the ground two and a half feet ahead of them. Limbs and gibs flew in every direction. The surviving ten low ranking raiders came to a stop. Before charging Barry and the man. The man tossed a bladed gauntlet at Barry. He caught it and placed it on his arm. The quickest raider, who was holding a switchblade, got within striking distance of Barry. This was a mistake. The Raider swung wildly, and Barry dodged each of the five slices. Then the raider took one last big swing. Barry blocked the raider?s blade using his own. He gave the raider a big left hook with his free hand. The raider fell to his knees. Barry quickly drove his blade forward penetrating the savage's eye and ramming it straight into his brain. Blood poured out of the eye socket. Barry pressed his boot into the man's chest and pushed it while pulling out his arm. The raider slumped to the ground.

The man who gave him the Quantum pulled a Chinese Assault rifle out of his bag. He opened fire. A raider took half a clip to the center of mass and was launched backward from the force of the gun and landed on his back. The other half of the clip went into the chest and neck of another before the last shot went high and tore through the Painspike clad man's head which then proceeded to burst into a cloud of bone fragments and human flesh. Four raiders came at once to Barry. One came with the powerful but incredibly slow sledgehammer. Barry ducked it effortlessly before ramming his blade into the man?s throat. But while handling him he took a hard baseball bat swing to the spine. When he turned he took a second blow, this time to the head. He fell to his knees in a partial daze. But, not before slamming his blade into the leg of the bat wielding raider.

The blade went right through the Artery causing the raider to pass out from blood loss in seconds. He would be dead not too long after that. Barry took repeated blows from another Babe Ruth wannabe. The only thing keeping him from a broken back was the leather armor. The Quantum man noticed Barry's predicament and fired a shot at the swinging raider. It went into his shoulder and caused him to fall straight to the ground on his back.

Barry, aching everywhere, got up, climbed on top of him and pressed the side of his blade against the raider's throat. Barry looked him in the eyes and slit it. The fourth raider had turned around to go after the middle aged man think that his friends had Barry covered. Barry walked behind him and wrapped his hands around the sides of the raider's head. He jerked the man?s head around snapping his neck. He laid dead with a expression of surprise and fear across his face. The metal armor clad head raider delivered the shot he had been lining up with his .44 Magnum. The middle aged man collapsed with a bullet through his elbow. The surviving raiders swarmed Barry and savagely beat him with bats and sledges while others stabbed him mercilessly. "ENOUGH!" The lead raider yelled, "Don't let him die this easily. They killed so many of us and we will not take that laying down will we?"

The raiders yelled, "NO!"

"I didn't think so. Now tie the old one to the Brahmin. Just carry the young one." It was at this point that Barry blacked out from the pain.

When his eyes opened it was night, he was tied to a chair and the man was in front of him tied to old Bessie. The bandit leader walked towards Barry. "Glad to see you?re awake friend. You almost missed the show," He said stepping behind Barry and laying his hands on Barry's shoulders. "Let?s start this party!" He yelled to his men. Barry saw the massive clan raiders that this bandit was the leader of. The dozen from earlier was just a small part of the greater whole. A raider poured lighter fluid all over the middle aged man.

"PLEASE NO!" Barry yelled pathetically.

The man replied "Don't yell David. Don't give them the pleasure, son."

Barry shut his mouth tight and nodded. "Im afraid your not going to have much of a choice," the raider said with a smile. "Start it up."

"Yes, sir" a Sadist Armor clad raider said flicking on a lighter. The flame was small, but in the darkness it shined brightly. He dropped it and the father burst into flames. His fleshed seared in the blazing inferno. He screamed in unimaginable agony. The Brahmin cried out, also. Their desperate pain filled screams joined together making a horrific noise of indescribable suffering. Barry cried out, "DAD! NOOO!" His father's flesh turned black and began to drip off of his body. Barry screamed, "PLEASE DAD! DON'T LEAVE ME!"

With his last intelligible sentence his father said, "You...don't...need me...son" Barry watched his father burn for minutes that felt like centuries. His fathers eyes melted out of his skull and his tongue blackened and shriveled up. Dawn came and Barry sat in the chair unable to create anymore tears. He wished that they had just killed him.

The lead raider cut him loose, "Spread the word, kid. Don't mess with the Inferno Gang." He kicked the chair over knocking Barry to the ground. Barry just laid there without making a single noise. The raiders packed up and left, but Barry just laid there. Barry awoke with tears running down his cheeks. He thought to himself,"I...I?couldn't save him." He laid there until he got a hold of himself. "It seemed so real...Maybe it was?"