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Post by Endicott on Mar 5, 2015 17:32:52 GMT -5
(Really sorry, forgot entirely about this after reading your comment. The post is done now; won't happen again.)
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Post by Jackie on Mar 9, 2015 11:29:28 GMT -5
It was supposed to have been a routine resupply mission, drive a truck (toss a .50 over the passenger side) of supplies up from the south to Camp Crescent. Nothing major, just a load of food and water for the men and women stationed there, then Ben was going to take a little time to himself for some R & R. They'd heard reports about Deathclaw activity on the route, even the county's only radio station warned about it, command didn't seem to worry about it much though, they would be in a deuce and a half armed with an HMG after all. On top of that, 3 other troopers were riding along with Ben, one of them, a man in his mid 20's somewhere, was next to Ben on the .50 while the other 2, barely old enough to grow facial hair, rode in the back. Truth be told Ben hadn't been worried either, these old trucks were tough, and he'd run a Deathclaw over once with one some years before. However, today's little resupply mission was about to go downhill... It started with one of the engine belts breaking. Far from a serious problem, an easy fix if you had a replacement belt, which Ben did, but as he popped the hood of the truck to see to the minor repair, disaster struck. That disaster came in the form of 4 Deathclaws rushing down a nearby hill towards them, likely attracted by the noise of the engine before they'd had to shut it down. 3 of the beasts were fully grown, the 4th, trailing behind a bit, was smaller, an adolescent it looked like. Of course one of the soldiers screamed and pointed, the 3 troopers immediately opening up on the monstrosities, the 2 kids with their service rifles and the other guy with the .50 cal. The lead Deathclaw dropped like a stone, even they couldn't stand up well to an HMG, but things went from bad to worse when the .50 jammed after the guy aimed at another Deathclaw and squeezed off a few rounds. This was followed by a series of curses as he hurriedly opened it up and tried to fix it, but it was too late. One of the claws ran up and yanked the screaming man right out of the turret, his panicked shrieks coming to an abrupt end as he was hauled to the ground and eviscerated. Meanwhile, the other adult carved through the other 2 troopers with little effort, their service rifle fire having done little more than anger it. While all this had been going on, Ben had dove to the ground and proceeded to crawl under the truck, trying to run away would have been suicide. As he got himself mostly under the heavy vehicle, Ben would yell when something grabbed a hold of him. The adolescent had come for him, having hunched down and reached one of it's clawed hands after him. Fortunately it got a hold of Ben's metallic leg rather than his real one, which it likely would have shredded, but either way it was threatening to pull him back out and make him a meal. Ben would kick at the beast several times with his good leg, not stopping it but at least slowing it down long enough for him to pull his .45 from his waistband, turn over a bit, and shoot the bastard. POW! POW! POW! The gunshots were deafening under the truck. Had it been a fully grown deathclaw Ben had been shooting at, it was entirely possible that the relatively low velocity rounds from his .45 would ricochet off it's skull or merely embed into it without actually penetrating, fortunately this adolescent couldn't boast that thickness, and each round would punch through, one in the forehead, one in the snout, and the last one through an eye before the beast fell dead. After freeing his leg, Ben would scramble back to the center of the truck. Fortunately, it seemed the remaining two Deathclaws were too engrossed in their respective meals to take notice of him, but that didn't change the fact that he was stuck until the went away, and that was if they didn't smell him, find him, and try to finish the job... Suffice to say, his situation wasn't looking good. |
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Post by Ambassador SteelPlate on Mar 9, 2015 12:51:24 GMT -5
(I just noticed that Adan and this mutant you're using have the same name...) Sir Gunn-A-Lot (armed with his Gatling Laser), Sir Burnsmore (armed with his Heavy Incinerator), and Sir Sniper (whose name rhymes with clipper, armed with his Guass Rifle), as well as two other Steelmen, were among those chosen by Sir Krawiec. Though they were hesitant, they came surely. It was their duty to the Queen to kill the Deathclaws, and even though these creatures were one of the most formidable of the Wasteland, they would do everything in their power to destroy them. __________________________________________________________________ rpnexus.boards.net/thread/244/miranda-quinnrpnexus.boards.net/thread/245/neil-parker(You can bring Krawiec and the other mutants into the fray in your next post, if you wish, Endicott) "Why!? Just tell me why! Why do you ALWAYS have to get involved in situations that have Deathclaws in them!?" Neil Parker was running after Miranda Quinn, the sister of Charmaine Quinn, the County's Queen, trying to stop her. They were well beyond the Force Field and were just so happening to make their way towards were certain sightings had taken place. Mirelurk Mike, as well as the Queen herself, had reported on the radio not long ago that Deathclaws were nesting not far from the circle that was the Force Field. Miranda had always harbored a strong, burning hatred for the Claws, who had been responsible for the death of her father, Danforth Quinn, many years ago. Had it only been a few sightings, Miranda may have let it go (MAY have...), but if there was a nest growing...there was no way she was going to let that slide. Let a nest grow and kill another small girl's daddy...no thank you. The quiet Ex-thief continued on her way, ignoring her less than brave companion behind her... "Look, I know what happened to your dad..." Neil went on. "But do you think he'd want you running head first into a nest of Deathclaws for his sake? Come on...let's go back to the County...let's let the Steelmen take care of this..." "No..." Miranda replied simply. "Oh, come on!" Neil said exasperatedly. He shifted his trusty rifle, This Machine (and yes, it is the gun from New Vegas), to his other hand and tried to keep up with Miranda's pace. "This is stupid and damn near suicidal...and you KNOW that!" ".....you didn't have to come with me..." Miranda said, softly, not stopping. "Of course, I have to!" Neil said. "I...I can't let you go up there by yourself...but, come on! What about Charmaine? If you die, do you know how upset she'll be...? Miranda didn't reply. "Why are you so stubborn about this!?" Neil cried. "I've never seen ANYONE ELSE go so WILLINGLY towards a pack of Deathclaws! Hell, even the Steelmen get a little nervous around them...and they're freaking SUPER MUTANTS! And why wouldn't they be? It's not like their armor is any good against those things. It's not like they're the most dangerous creatures in the Wasteland. For God's sake, the word DEATH is in their fucking name!" More silence from Miranda. Her brush gun, the Death DeClawer, which had, in fact, put an end to a fair amount of Deathclaws, bounced on it's strap. The Deathclaw nail, which was fixed on the end of the barrel like a bayonet, pointed towards the sky. "I can't believe you..." Neil grumbled, seeing he was being ignored. "If we get attacked, and I somehow live long enough before those Claws rip my guts out, I'm gonna crawl over to where ever you are and say 'I told you so' before I bleed out..." "...you didn't have to come with me..." Miranda said again. "You're choosing to..." "Yeah, yeah..." Neil waved this away. "That's because..." Gunshots silenced him. Miranda immediately ran for them. Moaning, Parker went after them. Hiding behind some rocks, the pair saw a rather gruesome scene. A pack of Deathclaws were attacking what appeared to be an old pre-war military truck. With the painting of the Bear on its sides, there was no question as to what faction it belonged to. The beasts were eating its victims, some troopers who had managed to take out only one of the fully grown beasts. There was a smaller one under the truck, but other wise, it seemed the battle was over. And the Deathclaws had won. Or at least that's what it had looked like...Neil thought he saw movement underneath the truck... But before he could see much else, Miranda Quinn was already screaming in bloody rage at the sight of her most hated creatures. She jumped out from behind the rock and began fire. Needless to say...the Claws noticed...and made their way over. "OH HELL!" Neil cried, shakily. Regardless, he managed to stay his ground behind his friend and raised This Machine. "TAKE A LICK FROM THIS MACHINE!" He began firing with Miranda, who sounded off the Death DeClawer. The Brush Gun wasn't a .50 Cal, but it was still a powerful weapon. And Miranda wasn't concerned with the head...not yet at least. She, as well as ol' Neil Parker, were focused on the legs of the Deathclaw who happened to be in front. With their combined firing, the Claw suddenly found one of its legs to be terribly damaged. It cried out and began to sway and stagger. With him distracted, the two turned their attention to the other Claw...who was getting frightfully close. The two managed to damage one of its legs too...but not before it leapt for a killing blow. The pain of its now worthless leg caused it to cry out as its sibling had, and it fell to the ground, its claws ripping the earth like hot butter. Neil screamed and fell over, trying to scramble away from the monster and the other that was limping towards the fray. Miranda, however, her rage beyond boiling over, grabbed her Ripper from its sheath, turned the lethal instrument on, jumped over a swing from the downed claw...and plunged the device straight into its skull. Brains and bone flew everywhere. The claw's body spasmed for a moment, and then laid still. But the other was still coming...and Miranda was too busy shearing the one's brain and Neil was too busy panicking to notice... |
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Post by Endicott on Mar 9, 2015 17:32:38 GMT -5
(Well, that's because they're distantly related; Sir Krawiec is Adan Krawiec's great-grandfather. He had kids before being captured and dipped and his legacy lives on in D.C.)
The mutants spoke in whispers as they concocted their plan of attack for the nearby nest. Burnsmore seemed eager to light up the place, Sniper remained rather quiet as always and Gunn-A-Lot was almost caressing his gatling laser's charge pack. Not much could be said about Quex; he was just standing there, idly, his mace hanging down gormlessly. But something stirred on the horizon... loud gun shots that pierced even mutant ears, screams, explosions, more gun shots... There was a warzone to the south of them. Krawiec ordered his brethren to hide themselves by a nearby rock formation and peer down the road. In the distance, it seemed a... truck of sorts was under attack... by deathclaws, no less. The old knight ordered his men to stand.
"Men! The beasts are on the horizon! We must charge and conquer our land once more! Ready?! Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarge!"
And with that, each of the mutants ran down the road, anticipating a glorious battle. By the time they had arrived, however, it seemed more of the beasts bar one was dead... yet they still charged towards it. The freakish monster ran for Burnsmore almost immediately as he launched intense flames that scorched the beast beyond measure. Krawiec himself delivered a crushing blow to it's tail with his mighty sword, slice it clean up the rear as Quex battered it's right claw with his mace. Gunn-A-Lot stood far back, firing bursts of laser shots into the beast's head and the other steelman simply used his fists to try and restrain it. It seemed resilient, however, still proving to be challenging even with all of it's wounds. Burnsmore came a little too close at the right moment during the battle, and the beast launched itself towards him as he stood beside the old world truck...
"Look out, sir!", one of his brother's cried as the ferocious flaming freak of nature dug what remained of it's once magnificent claws into Burnsmore's gas task, it's fire-coated fingers lighting up the gas and causing the tank to explode in flames, causing the nearby Quex to become engulfed in the flames and causing Burnsmore to have his skin scorched in his back. The deathclaw seemed to be dying, shriveling to a crisp. Burnsmore rolled against the earth, trained for such a situation, but the aftermath of his explosion had left Quex still burning...
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! HEEEEELP ME! HEEEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOOOOO...!"
The valiant warrior tumbled around, the fires too hot to be stopped and the damage too far to be undone. As his brother's charred body writhed in agony, Krawiec knelt down, placing his sword into the dirt, looking sombre. He motioned for Sir Sniper to pass him the Gauss Rifle, feigning tears. Shakily, he placed the barrel in front of Quex's scorched face and closed his eyes as he placed his finger on the trigger. It killed him inside to have to pull it... it really did. A huge hole was now in place of a face and blew sparks in the place of his tears. Krawiec tossed the weapon aside and leaned against the truck, his jaw dropped in disbelief.
"We are fortune's fools!"
"...it is... saddening..."
"...fuckin' awful..."
"...what a waste..."
The mutants seemed humbled his Quex's sacrifice, but Krawiec was filled with a vengeance hotter than the 3rd degree burns covering Quex's corpse.
"We will avenge our brother, sirs! This wretched demons must not be allowed to live!"
"...for Quex!"
"...fuckin' stupid deathclaws..."
"...I'm with you, Krawiec!"
Sniper's silence was a little off-putting, but that was to be expected. Krawiec approached the humans who appear to have dealt with this ordeal too, hoping to perhaps gain allies on this deathclaw open season.
"...What say you, gentlemen? The NCR fellow and the Parker boy... would you join us in eradicating this filth?"
Krawiec shied away from talking to Miranda, not wanting to involve her.
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Post by Ambassador SteelPlate on Mar 9, 2015 18:45:49 GMT -5
(Oh, shit! Alright, this is totally my fault, as I forgot to say it, but...don't kill Burnsmore, Gun-A-Lot, or Sniper. They're named Steelmen I created a while back. That's why I gave you two that were unnamed. Sorry, I'm so used to RPing in Flathead with BadHarry, that I forgot you wouldn't know those guys were important. Also, is Krawiec talking to Neil and Miranda at the end of the post there.....because if he is, then keep in mind that one of the people he's talking to is the Queen's sister, Lady Miranda...the second in command of the Society.)
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Post by Jackie on Mar 9, 2015 18:57:43 GMT -5
Ben hadn't been underneath the truck long when something caught the remaining two Deathclaw's attention. Gunshots, and boy had they pissed off those monsters, even from his position underneath the truck Ben could see the two claws hauling ass towards whomever was flinging lead their way. Of course Ben wouldn't just sit idly by while this went on, rather he'd scramble out from his hiding place and climb into the turret. By the time Ben had fixed the jam and had the .50 cal back in action, a gang of super mutants had made the scene and were proceeding to batter the creature to hell and back. Much to his horror, the battle somehow got back near the truck, but Ben couldn't use the machine gun on it without risking hitting one of the mutants. Next thing Ben knew, one of the mutants and the deathclaw were completely immolated, and despite the horrific scene and horrid smell, Ben had his wits about him enough to have serious concerns that they'd catch the truck on fire, effectively turning the vehicle into a bomb if the fuel tanks were ignited. Just as he was planning to abandon it however, the flames would die down, leaving a dead deathclaw and mutant, or rather a mortally wounded mutant.
What happened next made Ben's stomach twist itself into a knot. Mercy killings weren't an easy thing to watch, and he felt sorry for the poor lug that had to end his suffering. Ben didn't know much about super mutants, but even he could tell these ones were upset at the loss of their comrade. At about that time Ben took notice of his fellow two humans, the woman splattered with blood and a ripper in her hand, a 'don't fuck with me' if there ever was one, she had to be a little offer her rocker to get into a melee fight with a Deathclaw, but Ben sure wouldn't say that to her face. Before the man could climb down from the turret and offer his thanks to the lot of them, one of the mutants was asking if they'd join in the further eradication of the Deathclaws. Ben wasn't exactly a glutton for punishment, but at the same time he didn't like owing people favors, and these people had saved his ass like it or not, so an idea struck him...
"You guys saved my ass, so it's only fair that I return the favor. Tell you what, if you load these boy's bodies onto the truck for me, as well as your own comrade there if you wish, I'd be happy to drive you right to em after I fix this bucket of bolts, then give you a ride back home when it's all said and done." Assuming we survive... Ben thought to himself. There were only a few stacked crates in the back, leaving plenty of room for the mutants and whichever human wasn't going to take the turret seat, assuming they were coming as well. Regardless of if they'd do as he asked, Ben would go back to the front of the truck and pick up the belt he'd dropped on the ground when he dove for cover, resuming the simple repair with a quickness.
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Post by Jackie on Mar 13, 2015 11:26:36 GMT -5
(Didn't see the message you slipped in front of my post Steel, I'll edit mine as needed after Endi edits his.)
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Post by Ambassador SteelPlate on Mar 16, 2015 5:33:48 GMT -5
(Endi, I think we're waiting on you.)
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Post by Endicott on Mar 16, 2015 10:49:11 GMT -5
(Yeah. I keep forgetting to do this or getting sidetracked. I'll get on it after I'm done with my schoolwork.)
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Post by Endicott on Mar 16, 2015 18:36:26 GMT -5
(Edited. Jackie could leave editing his, if need be, since I simply did the switch-aroo with Quex and Burnsmore).
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Post by Ambassador SteelPlate on Mar 17, 2015 17:14:18 GMT -5
(Jackie, do you still want to edit yours, or are you okay? Just want to be sure before I post. Endi, I also posted in Darkest Page and In Search of Friends, a while back)
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Post by Endicott on Mar 17, 2015 17:18:41 GMT -5
(Yeah, sorry for not posting in threads generally. I either get distracted by other threads, schoolwork or life in general at the moment, and worse than ever. I'll try to post in those threads soon and keep more consistent)
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Post by Jackie on Mar 17, 2015 17:42:10 GMT -5
(Mmmm I think you were right, I don't think an edit on my part is needed, continue as you please.)
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Post by Ambassador SteelPlate on Mar 23, 2015 13:02:27 GMT -5
"Neil and I are going..." Miranda said, knowing that Sir Krawiec was purposefully ignoring her. "That's final."
"Why are you dragging me into this...?" Neil groaned.
"I'm not," Miranda said. "I just assumed you..."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm willingly going with you..." Neil grumbled. "I just wish you would listen to me and NOT go for once..."
The ex-Thief turned to the man with the truck.
"We'll help you with the bodies," She said. "But I doubt that your truck can hold four Super Mutants at once. We'll walk..." She turned to Krawiec and motioned for him to gather the bodies.
(Eh...that's all I got for now)
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Post by Endicott on Apr 6, 2015 16:14:46 GMT -5
'Twas a grim task, but Krawiec barely spoke a word as he motioned for his men to begin loading up the bodies onto the truck. The deathclaws were a growing problem for both the society and the NCR now, with casualties on both sides. The smell of Quex's cooked flesh was... unnerving, to say the least. The sorrow he felt over their last memorable moment together being getting chewed out by Krager was infuriating, and he pummeled his fists against the truck's door several times; he blamed himself and Krager, bastard that he is. After a moment of silence, he calmed himself and ventured over to Neil and Miranda as the bodies were placed onto the truck.
"M'lady, it would be improper of me to let you accompany us. I beg that you remain within the sanctity of our walls... you and the Parker boy. We are a man down, but what we have lost we will be repaid in blood for."
Krawiec didn't want to engage with the NCR fellow, but he had no choice really. He too was now involved in this fiasco, and if anyone was going to go with them on their quest it would be better if it were him and not the lady Miranda. Krawiec grabbed him sword from the ground and placed it on his back, clearing his throat before speaking to the grunt in his usual polite tone.
"Sir, I would be honored to have you fight alongside us and it is noble of you to offer us a ride. We will head out whenever you're ready."
There was still the issue of Quex's body to deal with, and Burnsmore's lack of a weapon. The body, if laid on the truck, would only be dead weight; quite literally. Burnsmore would be useless without his signature flamethrower, so unless he commandeered the gun on the NCR truck he was of little use. There was the obvious choice of tasking Burnsmore with taking the body back to the camp and simply taking Sir Sniper and Gunn-a-lot with him, as well as the Parker boy, the NCR grunt and, reluctantly, Miranda, but Burnsmore would likely not be pleased... decisions, decisions.
"Say, Burnsmore? What will you use now that your fiery weapon has no fuel and is damaged? Perhaps you could uhm... deliver Quex back to the fortress and re-arm yourself? Unless any of you have any better ideas..."
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