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Post by silverguns22 on Jan 6, 2014 13:26:02 GMT -5
Rosa stared out across the barren Mojave from the outpost he had been sent to, He was sat on the top of an old makeshift look out tower that had seen better days. He had accepted a contract somewhat different to what was normal along with a couple of other guys
"track down that brahmin!" he had said, Giuseppe was dazed just thinking of what it meant.
He had been sent to this outpost because intelligence had mentioned that the so-called brahmin was coming through this way.
He lit a cigarette and placed it loosely between his lips as he gazed out at the wastes picking tree to tree with his eyes before the unthinkable happened.
He saw it, but didn't register it, but then it had to be there. The cigarette fell down from between his lips and hit the ground softly.
"you're gunna wan't to see this" he whispered, then repeated it more loudly and after waiting for a reply
"damn, that was unexpected"
Giuseppe saw moving at great speeds a baggage brahmin with a menagerie of Super mutants in the biggest convoy he had ever seen, then shortly after there was a crew of caravan guards in tow and some raiders making haste. He broke into laughter and then shouted down again
"thinks we may 'ave a bigger job than I thought"
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Post by unit894 on Jan 7, 2014 10:32:02 GMT -5
Sergeant Mack Peterson of the Green Devil's Echo Squad sighed when he heard the gunslinger's voice.
"you're gunna wan't to see this"
Mack stood up from tending the fire, dusted himself off and grabbed his rifle. He scrambled up the cliff just as the Brahmin came into view. Working on instincts, he raised his rifle and took aim for one of the Brahmin's heads.
When he noticed the procession behind the Brahmin, he lowered his rifle, and watched in amused disbelief. He whistled in surprise.
"thinks we may 'ave a bigger job than I thought"
"Looks like it. Well, better get to work" He turned around. "Squad! Form up on me!"
Corporal Jameson and the Three Privates, Ramirez, Kilkenny and Washington ran up next to him, and readied there weapons. The Corporals Hunting Shotgun wouldn't be much good here, so Mack gave him the binoculars. "Give me some intel Jameson, who's are target?"
"Weeeell...dem raiders ain't lookin' so hot suh. Ah reckon we could get 'em a'fore dey reach da towah" Corporal Jameson had joined the Devils long before Mack had, but refused a promotion. He was a chunky, dark skinned man from a place he only referred to as 'N'Orleans'
"Alright then fellas, lock and load, fire at will"
Mack's first shot shattered a raider's lower leg. He screamed as his bones literally collapsed under him. Private Kilkenny, a young rancher from the Brahmin flats and unofficial squad sharpshooter nailed a woman between the eyes with his .357 Repeater. Privates Ramirez and Washington, twins and both ex-NCR soldiers, one toting a .45 SMG and the other his old Service Rifle, each took down a raider with a few well-aimed salvos.
Mack continued to fire down on the raiders, until his clip was empty. He didn't want his squad waste ammo, and the enemy was pretty far away. He called the cease fire.
"Alright boys, hold off! Check ammo and grab your gear, meet here in two".
Mack climbed to the top of the tower, to speak with the guy, Rose or whatever. He reached the top to see him still watching the trail of people chasing the Brahmin.
"Hey. So, do you think we should follow or lay another trap?" Mack already intended to sneak ahead over the hills, maybe call in another squad of Devils, and really pound the fuckers, but he asked the Merc's opinion for politeness.
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Post by silverguns22 on Jan 7, 2014 12:33:28 GMT -5
Giuseppe heard the sound of someone climbing up the tower as he watched the last of the procession disappearing behind a hill crest
"Hey. So, do you think we should follow or lay another trap?"
He ignored it and pressed his rifle to his chest before moving slightly to the right, he crouched and paused counting under his breath, 1, 2, 3 and go. He fired of a single round that hit a raider near the end of the now devastated pack in the thigh. he took a deep breath and straitened out looking at the speaker
"well" he paused and checked him up and down "judging by your appearance, and the faction you belong to I don' think it'll matter what I say"
He then walked over to his bag, gathered up his things and walked over to the edge of the tower. Then he signaled at the downed raider
"Me thinks that this has summin' more to it then what we were paid for" he then pointed at the raider "so I'm thinkin' that you should interrogate him and meet me in the town its headin' towards, I'll presume you're better at that stuff than me. name?"
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Post by unit894 on Jan 9, 2014 6:21:37 GMT -5
"Well, judging by your appearance, and the faction you belong to I don' think it'll matter what I say"
Mack snorted. "Yeah, you get it about right. The Devils work for no-one but themselves, and I doubt that will ever change."
"Me thinks that this has summin' more to it then what we were paid for. So I'm thinkin' that you should interrogate him and meet me in the town its headin' towards, I'll presume you're better at that stuff than me. name?"
"Sergeant Peterson, Echo Squad. You can call me Mack. Me and my boys will learn what they can, and we'll meet you in town." Mack climbed back down the tower, to see his squad waiting around the bottom.
"Alright boys, move out. I want that injured raider over their bound and carried back here by nightfall, understand me?" They replied with a chorus of "Yes sir" and followed Mack down towards the raider. They would have to be quick, the baking sun might kill him before they do.
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Post by silverguns22 on Jan 10, 2014 12:54:33 GMT -5
Rosa arrived at the town in good time, it was mostly empty but counting the hordes of freaks heading its way he wasn't surprised that everyone bailed. He grumbled to himself and scanned the town for any sign of conflict, or brahmin. Then, after spotting a bar, pulled up his clothes over his mouth whilst tracing his scar before he moved casually to it.
He kicked open the door to be greeted by the drunken stairs of the regular hobos that managed to call themselves prospectors whilst earning enough to pay for a drink or two. then regular chatter resumed almost immediately and Giuseppe shuffled to a nearby table where he sat near a drunkard.
"eavnin' seat taken?" He asked slyly
"nar" the man gurgled
"how's bout it then, seen any brahmin recently?" Giuseppe inquired and the man looked at him blankly, then he noticed it. He had seen some animal pens around as they arrived, and that would lead to this town being a farming town. He slammed his hand against his head and groan then he began to drink himself
Later as he was about to drowse off in the corner there was a bustle as a group of people wearing black walked in, which peaked Giuseppe's attention. But before he could move a second group, familiar, walked in. He walked causally and groggily towards them
"Gentlemen, what did you find then eh?"
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Post by unit894 on Jan 10, 2014 18:07:32 GMT -5
Mack and his squad had managed to carry the mewling raider back to the camp in record time. Kilkenny and Jameson, the ones that had been carrying the raider, dumped him rather unceremoniously onto the ground by their old fire-pit. The man howled as his injured leg bounced against the ground. Mack dumped his pack on the ground, and sat on it. He gestured for Washington to relight the fire, while Ramirez and Jameson aimed their guns at the raider.
When the fire was burning nicely, Mack warmed his hands on the fire, uncomfortable in the extra warmth, but he knew the Raider was sweating more than he was, terrified as he was. Mack slowly stood up, and sat down next to the Raider's injured legs.
"Where is the brahmin going?"
"What?!? Shit man, I don't fucking know! It's a brahmin for gods sake, you can't predict where it's going!?
"Wrong answer" Mack stuck the tip if his finger into the Raider's bullet wound. The Raider screamed in pain, and began panting heavily.
"Where is it going?"
"huh...huh...huh...I told you man...huh...I don't fucking know"
"Again, wrong answer" This time his finger went halfway into the Raider's leg. The raider went wight in the face and almost fainted for a second.
"I'm only asking one more time, then I'm using a burning stick" The raider began sweating heavily, Mack could see he was racking his brain for anything that would stop the Devils from killing him. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
"Wait! Wait! Please, I don't know where it's going...huh, huh...but-but those fuckin' muties do! Those big dumb bastards damn near worship the thing, they've always got eyes on it!"
Mack smiled. "Thanks. Jameson, kill him" The Raider went wide eyed. "WHAT!?!?!?!? I thought if I told you you'd let me live!" Mack frowned. "I never said that. Did you hear me say it, Corporal Jameson?" "No suh, ah din't" "Kill him then, so we can move on" The sharp bark of the Corporal's shotgun blasted from behind Mack as he walked away.
After a few hours, the squad reached the town that Rosa had mentioned. Mack assumed the merc would be in the saloon, and when he entered and look around, he was correct.
"Gentlemen, what did you find then eh?"
"Well, turns out out brahmin hunt has deviated into a mutant hunt."
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Post by silverguns22 on Jan 12, 2014 7:39:31 GMT -5
"Well, turns out out brahmin hunt has deviated into a mutant hunt."
Giuseppe was taken a little off guard, he leveled himself and almost immediately sobered up. Then his jokey expression turned serious
"So any leads then?" he asked turning his mind to business "town was mostly abandoned but it doesn't look like they 'ave actually been through 'ere" He slid through the door and out into the cold night air so that they wouldn't be over heard then continued "based on my theory, I reckon them muties got their grubby mits on it, and I got info that some more are on to it based on what I overheard there but they looked ready for action. so we 'ave two options"
He placed his hand on his revolver and scanned the settlement. Nowhere would give them brilliant cover but he could make do in between some corrugated iron paneling
"well its your call"
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Post by scg25 on Jan 13, 2014 1:26:48 GMT -5
The days walk was lonely for David. Not a sole in sight except for him, made him think back to better times with his wife and kid. Even missed the days of being a Great Khan but time had his number. He was still in great shape for his age.
He had come into town early in the evening and decided to rest his feet and went to the saloon. He pulled up a stool at the bar and took his seat. The bartender came over to him and asked what he wanted, David had been desiring Whiskey all day. "Get some Whiskey for this lonely soul?" David asked. The bartender complied. As he listened to the chatter around the bar he heard some patrons discussing a mutant problem they've been having. The bar was mostly empty but they slid out the door mid conversation to continue their discussion away from earshot of everyone else.
David finished his first. "Hey, can I get another?"
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Post by unit894 on Jan 13, 2014 14:07:23 GMT -5
(scg, did you ask to join this thread before you posted?)
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Post by scg25 on Jan 13, 2014 19:19:45 GMT -5
(Oh, crap. It isn't open thread. I'll edit that one out once I get to a computer)
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Post by unit894 on Jan 14, 2014 4:34:57 GMT -5
(I'm not saying you can't join, I'm sure you'll be more than welcome, but please ask Silver in the Chasin' Cows story planning thread)
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Post by scg25 on Jan 22, 2014 1:47:32 GMT -5
(I'm in... Keep this going??)
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Post by unit894 on Jan 23, 2014 6:53:47 GMT -5
"Well, It's your call"
Mack chewed on the inside of his cheek, thinking.
"Well, if I know mutants, and I like to think I do...I reckon those muties will be back. How about we set up a lil surprise for 'em?"
Mack looked around the small town. There was no where particularly outstanding cover wise. Time to improvise; Green Devil style.
"Devils! To the roofs!"
Without pausing, the squad began climbing the wall of the saloon, using rotting holes as a way to hoist themselves up. The squad them split up, Kilkenny and Washington jumped onto the house next to the saloon, while Jameson ran across the street to climb a general store opposite. Mack called down to Rosa.
"You better find some cover! You'll know when the muties have arrived, cuz we'll be shotting' 'em"
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Post by silverguns22 on Jan 23, 2014 12:34:21 GMT -5
Giuseppe heard Mack call down to him "You better find some cover! You'll know when the muties have arrived, cuz we'll be shotting' 'em" and he smiled running his finger over the scar on his face awkwardly then he walked forward deciding what to do
He pushed open the doors to the saloon his rifle bared for all to see as he clicked his shoes together and threw his arms apart to gain everyone's attention.
"Good evenin' ladies and gentlemen" He announced before clearing his throat "We are 'bout to ambush some mutants, and as such I would like to ask you stay out of the line of fire or get ready for a fight" then he turned casually and walked out into the dusty street
He passed by several potential spots but settled in a ditch a little way of the single central road so as to be mostly out of sight and protected by a building but so that he could see Mack and the saloon. Then he signaled he was ready and took up aim
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Post by scg25 on Jan 24, 2014 2:04:47 GMT -5
"Good evening ladies and gentleman," the voice yelled, obstructing the peace in this small saloon. "We are 'bout to ambush some mutants, and as such I would like to ask you stay out of the line of fire or get ready for a fight." the man said after obtaining the attention of the rest of the bar. He then walked out.
The rest of the saloon exploded in little side conversations between the varying cliques of the patrons. David sat and thought to himself for a minute. Well, he started off thinking, I hate muties as much as the next asshole. He concluded. He rose up from his chair and unholstered the Magnum from his belt. He slowly opened the door and slid out without making a sound.
His days amongst the Khans had taught him a level of self preservation and patience as well as ensuring that he was a stealthy and dangerous opponent for any enemy that dare trifled with him. He slowly but surely motioned to an old pre-war automobile and decided to set up shop here. The evening breeze felt cool, there was not a sound to be heard which was really unsettling for him.
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