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Back In Town Nov 26, 2014 21:01:34 GMT -5

Post by Janitor on Nov 26, 2014 21:01:34 GMT -5

Craig sat in the Megaton tavern known as Moriarty's Saloon, shoving caps at the zombie behind the bar, in exchange for whiskey. Trying to spend all the caps he earned from an evil man out west and the best way Craig figured he could do that was to drink the currency away. He slammed backed another drink, tilting his head back the same time as his hand. That last bit of whiskey didn't go down as smoothly as the rest, causing his eyes to water slightly as he let out a small cough that he masked with him clearing his throat. He held a finger up at the barkeeper, signing for another drink. As the ghoul refilled his glass, Craig looked at his helmet that was staring at him, on top of the counter. The helmet had dents from bullets, scratches from knives and burns from lasers and explosions. In the visor though, he saw a man with the expression of sorrow and weariness. He had hair that seemed to be cut short with a knife and an unkept beard on his chin, that started growing when he was last in the Capital. Craig was never too fond of reflections, they always made him think of the past, something that he hadn't wish to delve into.

He was taking a sip from his glass when the metal door of the saloon creaked open. Craig didn't bother to look back, he figured it was just more lowlifes coming in to spend their little money they had to get drunk. He heard whispers from the doorway, before footsteps made their way toward Craig. A deep, unfamiliar voice spoke aloud behind the armored drinker. "Well if it ain't Craig Durrett, the little goody two-shoed fuck. Heard you were back around these parts. It seemed you and your friends disappeared after your little trouble in Bigtown. I was kinda hoping they were with you, bounty is bigger with the group."

Craig continued to stare down at his drink. He knew exactly who these guys were, but he never thought they'd go after him. Talon Company. Craig thought before turning his head to glance back for a second. He counted three of them, two at the door and the one that was talking right behind him. Craig noticed they weren't wearing their armor or any insignia's from Talon Company, but they probably wouldn't be allowed into Megaton with them. "Tell us where your friends are and we might be able to strike up a deal." As the merc spoke again, Craig just took another sip from his drink, then replied. "Your guess is as good as mine." The Talon Company Mercenary let out a chuckle before speaking once more. "That's fine. One of you is good enough." The man tried grabbing Craig's arms, but he was already expecting the merc to go for a hold. Craig reached for his helmet with his left hand and grabbed it by the mouth area from the bar's top. As he turned to face the merc, Craig swung the top of metal helmet into the man's skull, sending him tumbling to the ground.

With one of them being incapacitated for an unknown estimated amount of time, Craig turned his attention to the other two at the door, both of which were reaching for their sidearms. Craig passed his helmet to his right hand, then chucked it like a large rock, into one of the men's chests, slowing his draw. Durrett then charged the third one, that was on the right side of the door. The merc was able to successfully brandish his pistol and shot at Craig. One of the shots hit Durrett in the right armored shoulder, causing his entire right side of his body to turn, but he wasn't about to let the man take another shot. He continued toward the gunner, grabbing the pistol he forced it down, aiming at the floor. The merc fired a few more times, but the shots just went into the floor. Craig pushed the man against the wall with his shoulder then grabbed his forehead with his right hand and started smashing the back of the merc's head into the metal wall.

After about four impacts of the wall, the mercenary went limp. Once the other merc was recovered from the helmet that was thrown at him, he drew his gun and took aim for Craig. Durrett grabbed the seemingly unconscious man by the coat and used him as a meat shield to move over to the armed merc. Two shots fired into the limp man's body, but didn't get through it. Once close enough, Craig tossed the body at the other merc. He used the distraction to move around the corpse and hit the man with a right hook and before he recovered from that, a left, then another right. The pattern continued until the man's face was swollen.

Craig stood up, breathing heavily. As he put his hand on his right shoulder that felt sore from the shot, he heard the sound of a gun chambering a bullet. He slowly turned and saw the first merc, holding an automatic rifle of some kind at him. Craig just stared at him, out of breath. Moving around in seventy-pound armor took a lot out of you. Durrett turned fully to the man, hand hovering over his .44's holster on his hip. "You really think you'll be able to clear leather before I squeeze this trigger and send a bullet into your fucking head?" The merc asked sarcastically, Craig just glared, estimating his odds. The two men stood silent for a moment, staring at one another, as the other people in the bar hid behind the cover of tables and whatever else was closest to them.

For the slightest of moments, Craig really thought that he was fast enough to win, but any chance of gunning the man across from him down faded when a gunshot rang and neither Craig's nor his foe's weapons fired. Megaton's sheriff stood in the doorway, the barrel of his rifle smoking. He didn't shoot anyone, just a warning shot in the ceiling, before training his gun on the merc, as he was the only one with a drawn weapon. "Throw down that gun and get the hell out of my town." The sheriff sternly said to the Talon merc, to which he complied. He threw his rifle to the ground, grabbed his injured comrade and left the other one, who had bled out. Before leaving, the merc gave Craig a deathly glare.

"Thanks, Sheri-" Craig began to speak but was interrupted by the lawman. "You too, Craig. Every time you come here you just cause trouble. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." Craig looked at the sheriff for a moment before turning back to the bar, grabbing his helmet from the floor as he walked back to it. He set it on the bar, before finishing his drink while he stood. He turned the glass upside down then placed it on the flat surface. Craig looked at the sheriff through the reflection of his helmet. The man looked a little uneasy, like he was expecting Craig to try something, but he had no intention on doing so. Durrett slammed a handful of caps on the counter, more than enough for the drink, then grabbed his helmet, sliding it over his head and walked out the door, nodding to the sheriff on his way out.

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Back In Town Nov 27, 2014 1:35:44 GMT -5

Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 27, 2014 1:35:44 GMT -5

The Warden observed the scuffle between the alcoholic and Talon Mercenaries. They were unprofessional. Sometimes they tried to take his target before he did. Sometimes Talon Mercenaries would die. The Warden always delivered. He was a master of his art, and his art was a delicate one. A delicacy that the brutish Talon company did not possess. If the Warden had wanted to eliminate the alcoholic, he would not have given warning.

All of a sudden, the town sheriff had stopped the altercation. And told all parties involved to leave. The Warden was quite interested in what the Talon Company wanted with the man. He grabbed his rifle leaning against the wall, and walked out the door, brandishing a bag of caps to the Ghoul Bartender, paying for his drink. The Warden identified the drunkard easily enough, close to the trader. He cleared the railing out the front of the Bar, and sprinted across the roof, and jumped, gliding over a large drop, making a rolling landing, near the drunkard. The Warden stood, and spoke quite clearly, but somewhat muffled to the man.

"Talon Company. They wanted something with you. They tried your life. I can assist you."

The Warden extended his gloved hand, indicating a handshake.

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Back In Town Dec 9, 2014 18:34:17 GMT -5

Post by Janitor on Dec 9, 2014 18:34:17 GMT -5

Craig was starting his way out of town when he was confronted by a man clad in all black armor, wearing a strangely expressionless mask that gave Craig a bit of a chill. The man's entrance caused Durrett's reflexes (though slightly delayed for obvious reasons) to grip his sawed-off that was holstered across his stomach.

"Talon Company. They wanted something with you. They tried your life. I can assist you."

Craig looked the stranger in the eyes, which seemed to be the only things that weren't covered in clothing or armor, though Craig couldn't judge too much. Durrett's fingerless gloves are the only bit of skin he doesn't cover in armor. Craig then looked down as the man protruded his arm for a handshake. "I've been on a few hitlists before. I think I can handle these guys. I was able to take them in the bar, wasn't I?." Craig took his hand off of the shotgun and started to walk by the masked man before patting his shoulder and saying "Thanks anyway, pal."

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Back In Town Dec 15, 2014 11:16:29 GMT -5

Post by Endicott on Dec 15, 2014 11:16:29 GMT -5

Adan Krawiec; once esteemed Brotherhood Scout Master and Knight Sergeant was sitting in a the old Megaton bar known as Moriarty's saloon. It was a shithole, sure, but the Brotherhood were a taxing family, and old Ade had spent perhaps a little too long away from them. But as long as he couldn't remember that fact, everything was fine. The ghoul behind the bar poured out some old gin from a suspicious looking bottle into a dirty rimmed glass and placed it on the rusted metal bar, and Adan's old wrinkled hand plucked it from the ground like an hawk with prey as he downed it in one swift sip. A gin or two later, something interesting happened. Two Talon Company, whom Adan considered unprofessional halfwits, grunts made their way through the door and approached a man further down the bar. They seemed to mention something about "Big Town" and a group he was part of that had a big bounty pay off sitting on their heads. Adan was sure that a second or two later, the man would be dead and they'd be sawing his head off and putting it into a bag. Sure, his Laser RCW sat right next to him, but he didn't have the time nor energy to care for matters of random bar flies.

Surprising for him, a fight did break out and he turned with a bored expression as he watched the men brawl. A few punches here, a swing to the face with a metal helmet there, blood stains dripping from the furnishings, if you could call them that. It was certainly a fight that ended quickly, at least when the town Sheriff came in and ended it before the target of these grunts ended up just being another head in another bag. The man's named, it seemed, was Craig, and Craig had been told to get out of town. Curiousity overtook him as he paused for a moment, downed his gin, grabbed his gun and wondered over to the door, following in this man's footsteps. The man had made quick work of walking down to the massive town gate, and Adan had to pick up the pace to get there roughly at the same time as him. However, a spooky looking rent-a-killer (at least by the looks of it) had approached him first and inquired on his attack. Adan simply waited in the gateway, letting the two men finish before approaching him second.

"Hey, hey! Wait. You. Uhh... "Craig"! What'd them Talon Company mercs want from you? What'd ya' do to piss 'em off?", he said inquisitively, quietly in some feeble attempt to cut this spooky mask man out of their conversation feed.