Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Dec 7, 2014 7:44:39 GMT -5
Broken Highway, Capital Wasteland
"Me, you... you friends with Kay-oh-dee and Pal-ah-diin, yes? You be friends with BIG MASTUR' too, yes? Not want fight much more, fighting make people dead a lot. Friend...?"
It was a nice gesture, but it would have been to soon to play on an old warrior like Cohen even if Big Mastur had been human. Miriam didn't look Big Mastur in the eye, and instead spoke loudly to James and Coyote.
“Okay ladies, Rule Number One. It doesn’t talk to me. It doesn’t talk to Willow. Rule Number Two: When we head into town, Green boy stays outside, and in the wasteland one of us keeps a gun barrel trained on it at all times. And I mean all fuckin’ times. Rule Number Three: if it turns psycho or I think it’s turning psycho, then I dig out the old Cohen family recipe book and serve up some fresh green ass-burgers. Fair enough? Let's move out. All of us are too pretty to die in the Wasteland.“
The ghoul adjusted his gear and latched the LMG onto his back. With the scuffle calmed down and the reunion over, it was best they all got moving. John gave a reassuring nod to Willow, lit a cigarette, and followed James at the head of the group. The old scavenger kept his leather glove on the handle of the ripper, which was now his only close range weapon. The glowing horizon to their backs, all of them moved on.
The sun had sank, so the motley crew trekked by moonlight and James' floodlights on his power armor. A cigarette glowed from the ghouls mouth as he walked, mulling over the conversation ahead. He kept an eye on both Cohens, suspicious of Miriam's injuries and Willow's overall state...
- - - - [ One hour later... ] - - - -
Outskirts of Big Town, Capital Wasteland
Big Town glowed just over the next hill, and it was as this point they group paused. John turned to the super mutant, looking up into the monster's face. "Alright, you gotta stay hidden out here. Don't get into trouble. We'll be back later." Coyote said in his dry drawl, before then turning to Miriam, Willow and James. Outskirts of Big Town, Capital Wasteland
"Cohen... do you have somethin' you wanna tell me before we walk into Big Town?" the ghoul asked, looking her in the dim light with his spooky-ass eyes as the group descended the hill and entered Big Town.
A true exchange would have to wait, but Coyote suspected Cohen knew something about Big Town that he didn't. The grave. The boy. The holotape. What did it have to do with Big Town? Went through a lot of shit to find you and Willow, Miriam.
Broken Highway, Capital Wasteland
Arra had been watching the group. Strangers. With guns. Mutants. Bad people. When they had left, she skulked down the hill. The old lady had left a neat little campsite, and Arra would now claim it as her own. There wasn't much left, but it was better than the cold dirt. Arra would hide here. She had been rummaging through a few things and attempting to build a fire when her first scream echoed from beneath the ruined highway.
Chops dragged the dirty young scavenger by the leg, her fingers leaving grooves in the dirt. Releasing his jaws only for a split second, Chops thrust his head forward and bit down on a better part of her right leg. Arra screamed again. The panicked kicks delivered by her left leg were useless. She might as well have been kicking a Yao-Guai in the snout. Cybil stood near the head of the group patiently, tolerating the pause in the chase only because her handler commanded so several times.
"That's not Cohen." Heat said in a serious, annoyed tone, watching the muscular hound break the girl's leg from a few yards back. The slaver to his left holding a lantern, Buck, nodded in agreement. Cybil released a single, bellowing bark in agreement. A moment passed.
"Ah know, that bitch was over six foot. I seent her at the brewery." Buck concluded before spitting on the dirt.
"Then why are we here, again?" another approaching raider asked. His name was Skidz, and he held a hunting rifle in the crook of his arm. The same rifle was shouldered, and he put a round in the head of the struggling young woman before them. The hound continued anyway.
"Cohen must have been here..." Heat concluded, walking around observantly while the massive beast behind him tore the young woman apart. He stopped near the site of the scuffle, examining the marks in the dirt. "Hmm..." Taking a few steps further, the slaver crouched down to examine a few 5.56mm casings.
"Heat, found ah gun." Skidz called, kicking the crushed N99 near the others.
"Whut did we miss?" Buck asked quietly, looking around the shadows. A combat knife shined in his hand, and the dirt raider was itching to use it.
"Doesn't matter what we missed." Heat answered as he walked a few yards east and stood quietly. The slaver brushed some of his black hair behind his head. "We're close. Give me that walkie."
Skidz approached their leader, pulled the device from his vest, and held it out.
"Cohen's made it to Big Town. She's traveling with some others now. Looks like maybe that Brotherhood fuck you mentioned, two or three other people, and... well... there's mutie footprints."
"Consider it done." Heat replied, handing the radio back to Skidz.
Chops dragged the dirty young scavenger by the leg, her fingers leaving grooves in the dirt. Releasing his jaws only for a split second, Chops thrust his head forward and bit down on a better part of her right leg. Arra screamed again. The panicked kicks delivered by her left leg were useless. She might as well have been kicking a Yao-Guai in the snout. Cybil stood near the head of the group patiently, tolerating the pause in the chase only because her handler commanded so several times.
"That's not Cohen." Heat said in a serious, annoyed tone, watching the muscular hound break the girl's leg from a few yards back. The slaver to his left holding a lantern, Buck, nodded in agreement. Cybil released a single, bellowing bark in agreement. A moment passed.
"Ah know, that bitch was over six foot. I seent her at the brewery." Buck concluded before spitting on the dirt.
"Then why are we here, again?" another approaching raider asked. His name was Skidz, and he held a hunting rifle in the crook of his arm. The same rifle was shouldered, and he put a round in the head of the struggling young woman before them. The hound continued anyway.
"Cohen must have been here..." Heat concluded, walking around observantly while the massive beast behind him tore the young woman apart. He stopped near the site of the scuffle, examining the marks in the dirt. "Hmm..." Taking a few steps further, the slaver crouched down to examine a few 5.56mm casings.
"Heat, found ah gun." Skidz called, kicking the crushed N99 near the others.
"Whut did we miss?" Buck asked quietly, looking around the shadows. A combat knife shined in his hand, and the dirt raider was itching to use it.
"Doesn't matter what we missed." Heat answered as he walked a few yards east and stood quietly. The slaver brushed some of his black hair behind his head. "We're close. Give me that walkie."
Skidz approached their leader, pulled the device from his vest, and held it out.
"Cohen's made it to Big Town. She's traveling with some others now. Looks like maybe that Brotherhood fuck you mentioned, two or three other people, and... well... there's mutie footprints."
- *static* -
"Alright, I'll send Elliott and a few more dogs. Then a wagon. You bring all of those scabs back here, you hear me? If it comes down to it, shoot all of them but Cohen and any ghouls in the group. The Dead Man wants those two alive. The rest will do as corpses if neccesary. Don't fuck this up, Heat."
- *static* -
"Alright, I'll send Elliott and a few more dogs. Then a wagon. You bring all of those scabs back here, you hear me? If it comes down to it, shoot all of them but Cohen and any ghouls in the group. The Dead Man wants those two alive. The rest will do as corpses if neccesary. Don't fuck this up, Heat."
- *static* -
"Consider it done." Heat replied, handing the radio back to Skidz.
