Salvahkiin
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Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 22, 2013 16:59:44 GMT -5
"Boost that flank, Jackson!"
And he did just that. Lieutenant Robert Jackson led his team to the left side of where the combat really was. This was Anchorage, Alaska. Robert's team was met with fierce resistance when bolstering the flank that Colonel Gibbons had told to bolster. The Chinese would use it to cut behind the American Forces, and slaughter them, unprepared. Robert's squad of 8 were all that stood between that. Bullets flew left and right, one dinked off of his combat armor, the Red that shot it would be slotted in the gap between his chest armor, and his helmet, straight in the throat. All it took to kill a man was a 5.56mm round propelled at high speed directly into a vital body part. Daniels was shot in the shoulder, and Robert ordered his men to keep fighting until they had finished all the Chinese off. Robert picked up Daniels, with him grunting. They began to run back to base to get him patched up. Then there was the clink. The clink of metal on the rock wall. The clink of a grenade hitting a wall, and falling at Robert's feet. He ran forward, but he was caught in the blast. He was bleeding waist down, shards of metal lodged into his lower body. Robert screamed in pain.
Robert sat up on the side of the bed, looking at his rotting hands. Some days he wished he could just 'pop' and get it over and done with, but there was still some fight left in him. He got up, and with it came the crack of his back. It happened every day for the past thirty years. The suit of armor looked at the sad, broken man. Robert slid into his shirt, and finally arose from the hostage of the bed.
The fridge opened with the help of Robert, and the stockpile of food glared at him, just waiting to be eaten. He was about to grab a packet of Sugar Bombs when the metal tapped against the bench, a sign that something had set off his tripwire in front of his house. Robert naturally had to investigate.
The scans of outside revealed a man coming closer to his house. He was dressed in something you'd see in Colonial America during the 1700's, complete with a Davy Crockett hat, this guy was obviously not a raider, so he picked up his shotgun, opened the door, and aimed it at the man, completely oblivious to the fact he was dressed in nothing but his underwear and a T-shirt.
"State your business. I am Captain Robert Jackson of the United States Army."
Then it hit him like a brick. He was no longer Captain Robert Jackson, and the United States Army didn't exist any longer.
"Alright, I'm just Robert, what are you doing here? HEY WATCH OUT THERE'S A FRAGMENTATION MINE THERE!"
He pointed his shotgun to where the mine was. Robert was quite adept at spotting traps, and he knew the location of every trap surrounding his house, and there were many.
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Post by unit894 on Nov 22, 2013 17:18:21 GMT -5
Karl awoke, his small bedroom was the same as it always was...a good sign. He got up and dressed slowly, savoring the cold on his skin. He walked quietly down the stairs, to the comforting sound of hissing of cooking meat. Karl found Pierre in front of the oven, frying some Sailsbury steak, like every morning...another good sign.
Karl did his usual part for breakfast, and made the tea, coffee was too strong for their old taste buds now. The two ghouls sat down and ate quietly. After a while, Pierre raised his big head.
"Karl?"
"Yes?"
"I've...been thinking, Karl"
"I'ts nice to see you do so sometimes, it gets quite tiresome to think for two"
"I'm serious Karl"
"Sorry, go on old friend"
"I don't want to die here, Karl"
"What do you mean?"
"In this bust-up ol' farmhouse, that's not what we deserve"
"And what do you believe we deserve?"
"To die fightin'! We done nothin' but fight for near 170 years, and now we just gonna shrivel up and die like crippled old men?"
"We ARE crippled old men, Pierre"
"I'm not! I might have gotten a few inches shorter, but I can still fight! I wanna fight! Stayin' here all the time is driving me nuts!"
".......Me too......Golem"
Pierre put on a wolfish grin
"I say...we go north! We always gone north, why stop now!"
"That has to be the most intelligent thing I think I have ever heard you say"
Karl...no...Riptide slammed his hand on the table.
"We have lost our purpose mein freunde! We head north! For death or glory!"
They packed what supplies they needed onto Pierre, found and dusted off their old weapons, and set off after lunch, but nit before setting the old farmhouse on fire...for old times sake.
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Urukdragen
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Post by Urukdragen on Nov 23, 2013 10:12:33 GMT -5
George was walking trough the woods when he saw an house, when he walked towards the door someone got out and started to yell at him
"State your business. I am Captain Robert Jackson of the United States Army."
"Alright, I'm just Robert, what are you doing here? HEY WATCH OUT THERE'S A FRAGMENTATION MINE THERE!"
then he was nailed to the ground, he knew what frag mine's where he ussed them allot in different animal traps and knew how destructible
they where
Sh-shi-it Minster get it away, Pl-ease
when this situation was over he walked over to the man, completely ignoring the shotgun of the stranger
Hi man, my name is George, or Georgie Kenzington I hunt animals and such for a livi-
then he noticed the mans face
Holy Mother of Jezus! Man! what happend to your face! your house burned down too? my moms house did and she died, guess your lucky, you know who wasn't lucky, my dad broke his legs in the woods and died. from him i got this clothes, you like em? I do, I really do!
he kept on ranting about his live if he didn't got cut off, but eventually stoped when the man started to explain things to him, then he was completly silence and full focus listening to the man
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Salvahkiin
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Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 23, 2013 14:56:04 GMT -5
Robert was amazed that this person did not attack him, for 200 years, all he had found were aggressive raiders or feral ghouls, but nothing with the intelligence to actually talk to him. As a sign of peace, Robert had shown the Davy Crockett-man the way to avoid the traps around his house, and invited him inside. Robert was startled when the man started talking.
"Holy Mother of Jezus! Man! what happend to your face! your house burned down too? my moms house did and she died, guess your lucky, you know who wasn't lucky, my dad broke his legs in the woods and died. from him i got this clothes, you like em? I do, I really do!"
Robert stood there with an open mouth, staring at the man, he blinked once, and began explaining what happened during ghoulification, or at least what he thought had happened to himself.
"No, no burning houses. I'm not sure myself on how I became.....this. I'm pretty sure it was radiation though. I've been this way since 2081. My skin started rotting off, and my hair was falling out. Life ain't pretty in these parts."
He opened the door, and let the man walk in, and before closing the door, he looked out into the woods for any sign of attack. He looked for almost a minute, and then he saw.....nothing. Robert turned around and nodded at a chair, indicating for the man to sit down. Robert sat down on the chair opposite him.
"I'm Robert Jackson, what's your name?"
The shack had guns mounted on the walls, a mannequin of armor, and a door that led to a basement, it was locked. Robert got up, and opened the door and grabbed two Nuka-Colas and handed one to the stranger with the Davy-Crockett outfit.
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Post by unit894 on Nov 23, 2013 16:09:19 GMT -5
Karl and Pierre had been trudging through the woods for several weeks now, only bothered by the odd wild animal.
Pierre was in a sullen mood, had been all day.
"I dunno Karl...I expected Canada to be more...interesting"
"Me too actually. I was expecting Anchorage war memorials, and old battle grounds, maybe if we were lucky a raider gang or two. But theirs nothing, and this cold is making my face hurt."
Karl scratched irritably at his old scar, until he saw something in the horzan.
"Pierre, my old eye isn't what it used to be, what is that in the distance?"
Pierre squinted through the snow
"It's...a house! Hot damn, and actual house! Let's go check it out!"
They hurried forwards, feeling a hundred years younger, until they were closer. Karl examined the building and area around it with an expereienced eye.
"Well now, what a cute little fort!"
"You reckon there's someone livin' in their Karl?"
"I should think so...I can't help but notice a number of traps around the area. Let's see if our wits are still about us, otherwise we shall become Ghoul chowder!"
They began to pick their way carefull across the open ground towarsd the house, using centuries of experiance to find and avoid the mines and tripwires around the perimter of the house, adamant to what out what was within.
"Well now...Isn't this a cute little fort"
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Post by Urukdragen on Nov 23, 2013 19:50:19 GMT -5
"No, no burning houses. I'm not sure myself on how I became.....this. I'm pretty sure it was radiation though. I've been this way since 2081. My skin started rotting off, and my hair was falling out. Life ain't pretty in these parts."
ah, Radiation. well fuck it I like you, if you have a skin or not I still like you. your the first actual men I saw since well ... my parrents
he was directed to a seat and was handed a nuka cola and George listened again when the man spoke
"I'm Robert Jackson, what's your name?"
I told you mister Robert that I'm George, and please you still walk in your sleepwear, I dont care but I guess you do
When robert came back from changing his clothes George poked the man and said that he heard something outside, they both drew out their guns and Robert opened the door then George screamed
Hey! you have the same skin, Robert do you know them? ooh yea hold still, and point your hands in the air.
then he waited what the Ghouls reaction would be on this matter
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Salvahkiin
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Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 23, 2013 20:44:18 GMT -5
Robert enjoyed conversation with something that would talk back, in reality. Not in his mind. Robbie had a .308 Hunting Rifle on the table, and before seating himself, he had moved it to the bed. Then he sat down.
"Ah, Radiation. well fuck it I like you, if you have a skin or not I still like you. your the first actual men I saw since well ... my parrents"
"Sorry for your loss, George."
Robbie patted the man on the shoulder, and stood. He remembered he was still in his underwear. He said "Oh" and walked over to his dresser.
"I told you mister Robert that I'm George, and please you still walk in your sleepwear, I dont care but I guess you do"
"Ah'm just changing into something better myself."
He picked out a nice, checkered red overshirt, and bluejeans with suspenders. He put them on, and fastened the suspenders, then he put his boots on.
"Much better, m'boy."
Robert was about to sit back down when he heard the footsteps. The shotgun said something to him, it was inaudible, but he grabbed the shotgun, and opened the door, and aimed the shotgun at the intruders.
"More people?"
"Hey! you have the same skin, Robert do you know them? ooh yea hold still, and point your hands in the air."
Robert looked more closely at them, and found that they indeed have the same, ghoulish-rotted skin. But he didn't even know who these people were. The only other ghouls he had seen were feral, and he waited for their response.
"No idea who these guys are, but watch out, they may be feral."
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Post by unit894 on Nov 24, 2013 16:08:42 GMT -5
When the door opened and two men came out, pointing guns and yelling.
As the two ghouls slowly raised their arms, Karl whispered to Pierre;
"See! I told you there would be people, you owe me ten caps!"
Pierre just grunted, watching the two men almost hungrily.
"They don't look so tough Karl! We can take 'em!"
"I...think not, actually. If they start shooting, we will be forced to dive into the snow for cover, and without carefully looking, either of us might land on a trap. No, we play this one safe...like with those slavers in Arkansas."
He turned back to the house
"Hello friends! Please put your guns down, we mean you no harm! Just a break from this damn cold! Thses old bones need somewhere warm to rest, I don't suppose we could come in?"
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Post by Urukdragen on Nov 25, 2013 14:35:13 GMT -5
When the ghouls raised their hands and spoke to them he also listened to Robert saying:
"No idea who these guys are, but watch out, they may be feral."
George was scared for a moment and pulled back the hammers of his shotgun to be sure he would be ready to shoot if they would be feral then he asked to the strangers and Robert
Are they feral? do we shoot them? you know more about then I do, its your call
He would accept whatever dicision was made but was verry carefull now.
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Salvahkiin
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Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 26, 2013 0:44:20 GMT -5
"Hello friends! Please put your guns down, we mean you no harm! Just a break from this damn cold! Thses old bones need somewhere warm to rest, I don't suppose we could come in?"
Robert narrowed his eyes at them, and took a deep breath. And exhaled slowly, and also told them how to navigate through the traps, and invited them inside.
"Make yourselves at home. It's been a while since I've had company. 200 years or so. Oh I'm forgetting my manners. I'm Robert, this is George. What're your names?"
Robert sat his shotgun on the kitchen bench, and checked the clock. "0900 hours.". The old ghoul looked at his suit of armor, and then at his guests.
"Don't suppose you fellers are up for a scavenging run? It'll take a day or two."
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Post by unit894 on Nov 26, 2013 2:35:14 GMT -5
"Make yourselves at home. It's been a while since I've had company. 200 years or so. Oh I'm forgetting my manners. I'm Robert, this is George. What're your names?"
"Thank you very much for your hospitality. I'm Karl and this is Pierre, a pleasure to meet you both"
Karl reached out and shook both the mens hands.
"Don't suppose you fellas are up for a scavenging run? It'll take a day or two"
Karl have Pierre a sidelong glance, the big man nodded enthusiastically.
"I don't see why not, sounds rather fun"
Karl chuckled to himself, and said quietly to himself
"Me scavenging? What has happened to the world"
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Post by Urukdragen on Nov 26, 2013 16:54:00 GMT -5
George introduced himself tothe other ghouls, while drinking his Nuka cola he thought if every Human except him would look the same but then he heard a word that triggered his trained mind, Scavenging
"Don't suppose you fellers are up for a scavenging run? It'll take a day or two."
"Me scavenging? What has happened to the world"
what?! Scavenging! does it include's Hunting? Please! ...oh happened to the world? whats wrong wits Scavenging or Hunting? I'm really proud of my job expertise, but don't lollygag, we need every second! go go go! maybe we can find Yao Gui! Robert Please can we hunt Yao?
George Jumped around grabbing holding his rifle in his hands yelling "Hunting!" till they would leave
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Salvahkiin
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Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 26, 2013 16:56:12 GMT -5
Robert felt happy, he had friends again. He strapped himself into his suit of armor, and carried the helmet around. Then he entered the locked basement, and grabbed two items and returned. A .308 caliber sniper rifle, and a 10mm pistol. He put the rifle on his back, and the pistol on his belt holster. He grabbed adequate ammunition, and a shotgun, again strapped on his back, and gestured out the door.
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Post by unit894 on Nov 26, 2013 17:03:11 GMT -5
Karl gave Golem a sidelong glance, amusement twinkling in his good eye, Golem returned the look.
"Calm down son! You ain't gonna catch nothin' hoppin' aroun' like that"
Karl looked over to Robert, who was walking to the door, covered in armour and guns.
"Alright Robert, what's our target? I haven't killed anything in thirty years, give me something good!"
His left eye was it's usual milky white, but his right contained a cruel intelligence that called for blood.
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Post by Urukdragen on Nov 26, 2013 17:44:34 GMT -5
George stopped running and screaming but now whispered."Hunting" until the other ghouls were asking what to do, he once asked again if it was hunting and his eye's got a twinkle, cause hunting is what he lived for, desperately waiting for Robert to talk.
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