Post by Endicott on Nov 14, 2014 17:07:27 GMT -5
Name: While the tribes name were originally "The Censors", the town in which they inhabit is more famous for it's name and it's association with them; Ueyto. They are sometimes called the "Ueyto Censors".
Type of Faction: Tribal Slavers
Faction Leader: Sawyer
Active Characters: Sawyer, Binbag
Other Notable Figures: Joseph Bromden, Mark Vere, Oscar Mendez, Eve Jensen (<<<all Lt.'s), The Sleeper Bogeyman (<myth)
Goals: To advance their tribe, to make profits from slaving and to create diplomatic relations with nearby towns.
Beliefs: That Ueyto is the best, that the Censors are the best and that slavery is necessary for the survival of humanity.
Allegiances: New Birmingham
Enemies: Vault 9 Meridian Raiders
Headquarters: Ueyto, Alabama (the ruins of "Hueytown")
Locations: The Ueyto Underground, The Ueyto Crater, Ueyto's Streets, Ueyto Town Hall, "The Runaway Slave" Bar
Armaments: Their armaments vary depending on rank, ranging from Chinese Assault Rifles to Combat Knives. Their arsenal is not poorly stocked or maintained, and every assault rifle and switchblade is in relatively good condition due to their good knowledge of mechanics.
Armor and Uniform: Aside from the boss, the slavers themselves wear armour that consists of various bits off of other suits in a medley, mixing combat armour, leather armour, metal armour, bits of recon armour and some even have a few scraps from old power armour.
Vehicles: Aside from their two feet, none
Technology: While not too big on technology in most respects, they have recovered an autodoc and several geiger counters for use in the wasteland, though other than that they're rather lacking in the technology-side of things.
Other: The Sleeper Bogeyman is a myth amongst the tribe, though a notable figure nonetheless. Slaves are branded with a 'U' on their forehead to denote their position.
Numbers: 300 slavers, 100 slaves (not for sale), 20 slaves (for sale), 10 scouts (not in Ueyto but spread all over Alabama)
It all started with "the Censors", a tribal group of viscous raiders that swept across western Georgia in the 2250's. The name was not their own, and nor was their style of fighting; before becoming violent and anarchistic, the original group came across some researchers who wanted to study their small tribal ways and help teach them of things. Originally, the researchers dubbed them "The Scanners" for their excellent spotting ability and communication skills, which only improved during their time with these researchers. The researchers taught them of expansionism and anarchy, but to warn them not to become this way. However, when their tribe became under threat of attack from raiders they began to change their tune and adopt the same styles and mannerisms as their adversaries fused with their own skill. It was disturbing the speed at which they were able to total a band of raiders, so frightening the researchers eventually gave them a new name before becoming the first slaves of the tribe; The Censors.
The now-anarchistic ruffians, armed with the vast knowledge of the researchers, cut their way through into the state of Alabama by the end of the 2230's. While they were hardened and equipped with knowledge, they were low in relative number and actually weaponry, which limited them in taking out larger groups (as they were used to the smaller raider bands from Georgia). For a while, they stayed close to the border, living off of the land and scavenging what they could, and by this point the researchers had passed on due to accidentally falling over and smashing their heads against a boulder fifteen times... It seemed like the future was dark, until the tribe were hit by a most luminous of blessings, or perhaps maybe the darkest of shadows. During a scavenging run, they ran into a group of experienced prospectors coming from up north, and they weren't about to let their findings go to some other party...
A fight ensued between the two groups, and the Censors almost destroyed the prospectors, except for one who managed to fight off half a dozen only armed with an empty assault rifle as a melee weapon. It was clear he wouldn't be beaten by their tribal tactics and excellent communication, due to his sheer skill. The man had options; he could've run, he could've pleaded, he could've bargained, but instead he simply spoke the following:
"You... you don't know what you're doing, do you? You're agile... quick-witted... intelligent. You can be so much more. Would you allow me to teach you?"
The tribe were skeptical and distrusting, but they had been advanced by teachers before. The outsider, who simply called himself "Sawyer", was allowed into the tribe's makeshift camp. At first, he took the time to understand their culture and how they aligned themselves in politics. They spoke of the influence of the researchers warnings, which had mistakenly become instructions, and of their tribal beliefs collecting "artefacts" (mainly just old broken technology that looks remotely interesting). After this came the first lessons. The tribe were given instructions on combat techniques and given an insiders know-how on the best locations for scav-runs, and they adhered to them well; much better than Sawyer could've imagined. As a test, he challenged them to wipe out the local tribe nearby known as "The Sleepers" and take all their women and children as slaves, killing all the men.
The challenge was accepted. The battle was short and bloody, and many lives were lost... on The Sleepers side, anyway. The Censors had managed to level their camp within a few short hours using Sawyer's controlled tactics and combat knowledge, albeit The Sleepers were much less advanced than them anyway. But that didn't matter. Sawyer was thoroughly impressed with their natural ability to fight and absorb. Within the next few years, they had traveled further west and stumbled across a small stash of firearms in some smashed crates that were caught in a recent tornado, utilising them as best they could despite their limited firearms knowledge at the time. Sawyer was no expert in firearms, but they got better with practise. Their armour became gradually more protective as they began to collate bits of junk that could protect them from across the wastes, and, although hastily built, they were sturdy protection.
Their numbers increased as they traveled, taking on able wastelanders with the right attitude and persistent survivors of raids if they seemed loyal, and if Sawyer permitted it. At this point, they had gone from a mere twenty-five soldiers to almost sixty. In 2265, Sawyer spotted the wastes of Hueytown, or "Ueyto" as the sign read due to weathering. The town was mostly intact due the sturdy buildings, or as intact as the tornados would leave them, and the town itself had a lot of loot lying around. The drawback was the ghoul infestation. Sawyer was tolerant of all cultures and belief-systems, but not zombies. For a week, they fought a war against the ghouls, losing quite a few men to the tougher ones but sustaining minimal damage. Sawyer knew the town was perfect; it was huge, it was filled with loot and it seemed to be relatively safe from the tornados (at least, judging by the surviving, tougher buildings and the town hall). The group expanded from the town hall outwards, taking years to perfect their new safe haven. The outside was made to withstand as much damage as possible from the deadly tornados by having the weakspots held down to the asphalt road with metal cable wire, and aside from the town hall the sewers were the most populated area in tornado season.
By 2271, the town had become strategically fortified, and it's inhabitants were heavily experienced fighters. Their slaving days really came into the fore now, capturing unlucky wastelanders or taking down small groups of raiders and capturing any survivors. Slaves became a major part of their system, being forced to work on fortifications and serve the tribe constantly. The nearby city of New Birmingham eventually took an interest in the newly-formed town, and although it was tribulating, Sawyer managed to reach an agreement with the city and keep relations neutral due to their larger size. However, as time passed, they began trading slaves with one another under the tables, both earning their share of money, though the UToA only ever sold criminals which uneased Sawyer a little, but a slave is a slave.
The group continued to grow as well as the slave workforce, and Sawyer made the town open to outsiders, stating clearly that while they capture stray wastelanders, they will not take anyone in the town who is a tourist prisoner, though this may or may not be true. The town receives business both from the UToA and outside parties, and occasionally receives the odd curious visitor. Sawyer, although aging, runs the tribe with an iron fist and is what keeps them together to this day.