In the year 2077, after years of rising conflict with China and the race for the last remaining resources of Fossil Fuels; the Earth was plunged into an Atomic War. Baptized with fire and destruction; the Earth was reborn into a new state of being. Life forever changed for the inhabitants that had survived the blasts that erupted around the world. To those that survived the destruction, the world had seemingly ended. Despair and death paved the way to a new way of life. The Post-Apocalyptic world that remained molted it's Old World shell and embraced the beginning to a new chapter.
It's the year 2286, two-hundred some years after the Great War, nine years since Project Purity, and five years since the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. Since these two pivotal events in history, both the NCR and the Brotherhood of Steel, from the West and East, have been pushing for power on the opposite sides of the United States.
With the collapse of Caesar's Legion two years after the stalemate at the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, the NCR has gained nearly full control of Nevada and are starting to branch out into Southwestern States in search of power. Though the threat of an uprising back home in California has caused them to redirect their attention.
On the East Coast; the Brotherhood of Steel has been pushing to attain more land. A conflict in the common wealth has arisen and a new faction is struggling to take power from the Brotherhood.
With the rise of these two main factions, the NCR and the Brotherhood of Steel, it's uncertain to say what the outcome of either side will be. Both face surmounting threats against their existence and it's hard to predict which side will come out on top.
You are Survivor. Everything you decide makes an impact on something in this new world. Choice matters and what you decide will shape your future.
This is a map of the Commonwealths of the United States. Each state is placed neatly in a specific Commonwealth. Your primary settings are around the East and West Coasts.
There are several main factions you can choose from. Each of the main Factions plays a vital role to the Story-line. NOTE: You don't have to choose any of these factions.
The Supermutant Alliance-A group of Supermutants who've started a resistance primarily in the Eastern Coast against the Brotherhood of Steel for Supermutant Rights.
The Californian Rebels-A group of NCR defectors who have started an uprising in California to overthrow the New California Republic and establish a new government.
Rules:
These apply to ALL players on this thread. Rules are rules and they set the guidelines for most Role-Plays. I would expect any given role-player to understand them and abide by them.
No Power-Gaming, Meta-Gaming, or God-Modding.
Language is allowed.
NPC's are allowed.
Violence of any kind is allowed.
Drug/Alcohol/Etc. Usage is allowed.
Romances are allowed.
Creating your own faction is allowed.
If a player doesn't follow these rules; they'll be warned first. If they continue to break them, they'll be removed from the game.
Application Format:
Name-
Age(Between 15 and 50)-
Gender(Male/Female/Other)-
Race(Human/Supermutant/Android/Ghoul)-
Human Race(Caucasian/African-American/Hispanic/Asian)-
Appearance-
Clothing/Gear-
Weapons(5 or below)-
Inventory(10 Items or less/Must be carried in bag)-
Personality(Optional)-
Back-Story(Optional)-
Vault Dweller(Yes/No)-
Faction(Optional)-
Skills(5 or less)-
Location(Eastern or Western Commonwealth states only)-
Welllll, the plot takes place on either side of the United States. The main locations I guess are California and The Capitol Wasteland. There are two plots, one with the NCR and one with the Brotherhood of Steel. The NCR's plot takes place around an uprising in California that threatens the NCR's power. The Brotherhood of Steel plot is smaller in comparison, but occurs when Supermutants forge an alliance to coincide with Humans, but the Brotherhood is pushing to eradicate the Supermutants. You can choose either plot line.
Appearance: Nathan is a rather average man, but stands taller than most people. He is rough looking, as he doesn't really care about what he looks like. But, he does try to clean himself up a bit. His hair is short, and dark which makes it easy to care for and it is one less thing for his enemies to grab.
Personality: Nathan has a personality that shifts depending on the situation. It depends on those he is around, and what is happening in the current situation. Normally, he is in quiet survival mode.
Back-story: Nathan grew up like any other orphan in the wasteland. Survival was priority and other people didn't matter. Orphan life was a normal things, and those who didn't learn quickly were simply food for the monsters that now lurked in the lands. Nate doesn't know what "settled down" life is like. He moves from place to place and often just wanders around looking for a place to stay. He isn't homeless, and he isn't poor(For what it's worth here in the wasteland.), he just doesn't see a point in sticking around. Nate has nobody, no friends or family. He has no companion, or goals. His one purpose is to survive.
His methods of surviving do seem a bit different than others, though. Instead of being out for himself entirely, he will help those who seem to deserve it. But, if Nate isn't involved, why bother with any situation? People call Nate a horrible person, or a monster, but in reality he is just doing what he has to to survive. In his mindset, others have no reason to be trusted or respected until they prove so. If someone get's in Nathan's way, then they will be dealt with appropriately. Nathan is very straight forward, and blunt as well. He doesn't care is his words hurt other people, as he believe that if you get offended by something then deal with it. There are more important things going on, you shouldn't be taking the time to decide if what Nate said offended you. Nathan's previous life with be revealed throughout the story, only the gist of it will be revealed.
Faction: The Republic of Who Cares? [Not actually a faction, but what Nathan says.]
Karma: Chaotic Neutral [Might save your life, might rob you.]
Skills:
- Smart
- Ammo Recycling (A skill from the games)
- Combat Experience
- Makeshift Weaponry
- Hunting
Accepted, you may start roleplaying. And the reason there aren't any rules is because it's too much of a hassle, no need for regulations, I would expect some role-players to know better. However if rules are broken, I'll enforce them then; but for now our basis is fairly small. I'll make my own app in a few then we can RP together.
Appearance- Steven is relatively average looking man with a fairly clean-cut complexion. His skin is tan, rough, and callus to the touch thanks to several tours in the dry conditions of Nevada. He stands roughly around six-feet tall and has a larger upper-body build due to years of physically demanding labor. His cheek-bones are slightly pronounced, his nose is somewhat crooked after being broken, and he has a strong jaw-line with a dent in his chin. Steven keeps his hair short and manageable, keeping a short, blonde buzz cut. He does maintain some facial hair, which is often trimmed down due to NCR regulations. Steven keeps up a strong build for the line of work he follows and consistently exercises to keep up his physique.
Personality- Having spent several tours in Nevada patrolling the Mohave, Steven has maintained a fairly mature attitude and out-look. He's cunning and quick-minded and often works through scenario's at a fast pace. He keeps a strong focus on his work and is strictly business when operating in the field. Steven can be cynical and close-minded when working under duress, but he's since learned to work fairly well with his platoon. He's not a very talkative person, but when he does engage in social interaction; he isn't afraid to speak his mind and voice his opinions. Most would describe him as a fairly average; cold man.
Biography- Being raised on an NCR share-cropper farm in the rural parts of California; Steven was introduced into the NCR from an early age. He worked on his parents farm with his brother and sister for roughly ten years before enlisting in the NCR military. While on tour, he was stationed in Nevada at the McCarran Airport a year before the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. He climbed the ranks to being a Sargent in the NCR before the war. When the fighting over the Hoover Dam broke-out, Steven was sent to the New Vegas strip to help calm down the factional riots. During the riots, Steven was mortally wounded and extracted from the strip. He spent months recovering from his wound and was traumatized by his experience. He suffered from PTSD and was given treatment back in California, though he was abruptly thrown back into duty before he could complete his therapy.
Faction- NCR
Karma- Neutral
Skills-
-NCR Gun and Combat Training
-Tech Expertise
-Battle Strategy
"Tonight's Spot"
The air was rough and thick as Nate walked on. He could smell the dirt, dust, and radiation in the air as he continued on. He was almost too familiar with this place that was known as 'The Divide'. To other people, this place was a place to stay away from, the monsters and beasts that lurked here were much worse than the normal one's you'd find in the wasteland. Nate's experience was on his side and he was able to diffuse or deal with a situation quickly and calmly.
Under his feet, Nate felt the debris beneath him. It was mostly pieces of the wall that would be standing just to his left. This must have been an old office building. It would make a great shelter for Nate. Nate had found himself breaking his rules more often, mainly the rule about not staying in one place for too long. He began to search through the building for a spot to settle down. The building seemed to be calling for help as the Earth was slowly reclaiming it.
As he searched, Nate felt that the building was leaning to the west. It felt stable, and wasn't rocking around, but the lean would make it a bit harder to find somewhere suitable. Nate knew that the upper floors would be mostly left alone by any people that were passing through, so he headed up the nearest flight of stairs. The stairs were creaky and old, being slowly covered in moss and plants. He continued up them until the top was reached.
Now it was time to find a good spot to settle down, he preferred a spot that had an intact floor, but that was only preference. Eventually Nate found a decent room, with only one door, and all of the debris was on the west wall. "Perfect." Nathan said to himself as he closed what was left of the door behind him and began setting up his area for sleeping. The room was fairly well lit, as there was a hole in the roof, but Nate knew that when night hit it would be incredibly dark.
Name:
Agent Vincent Roux Age:
43 Gender:
Male Race(Human/Ghoul/Supermutant/Android):
Human Appearance(Please include race such as Caucasian/African-American/Etc):
Caucasian European. He stands about 6'3". He is a rather attractive fellow, more because of his "authority", than his average looks. He has a bit of meat on his bones. His right pinkie pinkie has been cut off, and it is scarred over and rough. Roux also has deep blue eyes. Clothing/Armor:
Pristine suit, black aviators, bulletproof vest. Personality(Optional):
He is very serious, and often gets confused when people do not do things according to plan. This effects the way he makes decisions and his fighting. Back-story(Optional):
I'll find a way to tie it into the story. Faction(Optional):
No faction. May change as the story progresses. Karma(Good/Neutral/Evil):
Neutral Skills(5 Skills):
Cunning - While interrogating prisoners, Roux has learned to deceive enemies.
Stealth - Gained while training with infiltration, Roux excels at sneaking and generally being quiet.
Steady - Vigorous training has gained him good grip on weapons and a very steady aim.
(Game Perk) Friend of the Night- Training at night, Roux has become accustomed to the dark, and much prefers it over the light. Weapons(Three weapons or less):
Silenced 9mm Pistol with 5 clips
Small Combat knife for close quarter situations
Silenced Sniper Rifle with 5 clips Inventory(10 Items or less/Must be carried in bag):
Combined 10 clips of ammunition
Pocket Watch
Deck of Caravan Cards
5 Stimpaks
3 Rad Away bottles Location:
California Other:
Not much to add
All accepted, however Caboos, you should lower the amount of ammo and stimpaks you have with you. It gives you and unfair advantage.And daredevil, you have waay to powerful weapons.
Being a secret agent and all, Roux worked quickly. He primed the explosives with haste, and attached them to the side of the wall. The townsfolk had told him that these raiders were terrorizing the town and taking food, livestock, and people. Roux had agreed to help, but only for a price, of course.
"Once I have these primed I want you all to retreat to the rock over there-" Roux pointed at rock that was large enough to conceal the five people who were willing to help,"-and cover your ears. Meanwhile, I will have taken my position at the top of that water tower and gotten ready to attack. Once you see them start to drop, come out and raise hell." The group listened intently to Roux's instructions, and then moved as they were told.
BOOM!
The explosion shook some dust off the tower and Roux immediately started shooting. Aim, fire, repeat. He had dropped four raiders before the five came out and started to wreck house. Roux quickly joined them, with his pistol in hand, and helped. Within ten minutes, the hideout had been cleared and the townsfolk were helping themselves to the stolen goods and they were freeing the kidnapped people. Roux found a black baseball cap, and decided he liked it.
"I'm gonna name you Tina." He said as he walked away with a small bag of bottle caps in his pocket and a smile on his face.
((Alien Blaster is pretty OP as well. But having that AND a Gatling Laser? Come on, man. Your application doesn't even make up for the Over Poweredness by having detail in it.
Unsettling
Nate could hear the creaking of the building settling. The wind whipped around the sides and roof making a high pitched whistle. The dust storms were picking up again and it make Nate feel uneasy. 'Would this building hold up for another night?' It was a question that popped into his mind on a regular basis. The nights that he was able to sleep, he feared that he wouldn't wake up again. But this was life, and he knew that he had to get used to it eventually.
((Conventional rules apply to this role-play in the sense that I was hoping the remaining veterans of these forums would play on this thread and not the casuals. I'll add some rules to help stabilize these problems.))
New Chapter: Unrest in California
It peaks ahead, up in the distance, not too far, but yet so far away. A shambling of pre-war buildings left behind like fossils from the Old World paints the landscape, creating an urban foliage. Scrapings of paint curled off the colorful buildings whose salmon-pink concrete blocked structuring brought forth unrecognized vibrancy to the war-torn area. It was a marvel left behind for those of the New California Republic to gaze upon, left behind wonders of the Old World for them, it was an interesting gathering and collection of history. When the sun hit the rooftops of these buildings; it glimmered in the distance like a forgotten treasure of gold. A plethora of pigeons fluttered overhead, their white bodies dripping color into the surprisingly blue sky. Even though the area was beautiful with vibrant colors of repainted constructions; an atmosphere of uncertainty and suspense kept building.
Standing amongst a clutter of tan, fabricated military tents stood Steven. Steven gazes and squints in the sunlight as he looks onward to a collection of soldiers near a large tent. They stood wielding their Service Rifles, ready to strike a killing blow at any second. These were the NCR Minute Men who were stationed around the surrounding areas to help secure a position in a rebel inhabited area. However today they weren’t ready to kill; they were ready to guard. What they were guarding was vital; it wasn’t an artifact of the olden days. They were guarding a peace conference being held in San Francisco to discuss the matter of a civil war at hand. Where men gathered to argue, to bargain, to discuss a matter that had shaken California and its new government that kept democracy in balance.
Among these Minute Men stood Steven and a few members from his platoon. There they stood watch alongside another collection of respectable service men. A trail of sweat expelled from Steven’s forehead as the warm sun and nervousness beat down on him. He quickly wipes away the forming sweat and sniffs the dry air. Looking to his friend in service, Kowalski; Steven breaks the awkward silence that had resided over the collection of tents.
“Hey, can I bum a cig?” Steven asks.
Nodding, Kowalski reaches into his jacket pocket and retrieves a small red and white striped packet of cigarettes. He swipes one from the pack and steadily hands it to Steven who intercepts it and removes his lighter from his back pocket. Steven quickly lights the cigarette and plunges it between his lips. Inhaling, he feels the burning ash and smoke trickle down his throat. He hears a faint, nervous conversation flutter in the distance. A man expels himself from the tent, his balding head red from argument and his small mouth pursed. He’s followed by a small collection of rag-tag militia men who carry various rifles or handguns. The man and his men excuse themselves from the surrounding area and continue down the road to a small gathering of military green trucks.
Steven watches them drive off and returns his gaze to the tenting where suited men emerge from the tenting followed by Steven’s superior, Lieutenant David Brown. David dawned his professional green NCR beret and his standard officer outfit.
“Alright men, back to work.” David commands as he shuffles with the men in suits.
Kowalski watches the men accompanied by David leave the encampment. He wipes his forehead and looks to Steven and Tom.
“Looks like the conference didn’t go too well.” Kowalski announces as he shuffles around the camp; setting his service rifle on a nearby communications table.
The camp was a small collection of tents gathered in a circle around a two-head bear flag. It was inconveniently placed in the middle of the road, like a check-point; though not much traffic came through. Tan tenting blocked the view of the road that led down a hillside to the buildings below.
“Rebels are stubborn sons of b*tches.” Henry mutters.
“We give them enough changes and they blow them all off.” Jordan says.
“I don’t think this war will end anytime soon.” Kowalski announces as he leans against the communications table.
Steven takes a smoke from his cigarette and nods.
“They won’t stop until they get what they want, and even when they do, they’ll still keep fighting.” Steven says; sighing.
“They want something called a “Monarchy”, whatever the hell that means.” Jordan mutters.
“It’s a King/Queen thing.” Henry says; spitting his tobacco.
“What’s that even mean?” Jordan responds.
“Means someone rules over a group of people, like that Caesar guy did.” Kowalski says.
Steven squints as David returns to the camp and places his hands on his hips.
“Well? What’d they say Sir?” Henry asks.
“We tried negotiating with ‘em, too stubborn to listen.” David summarizes.
“When we gonna get some action?” Jordan asks.
“Not sure Private, but don’t get to trigger-happy, you might be sitting this war out.” David responds.
“What?! That ain’t fair!” Jordan protests.
“Not my doing. Take it up with someone else, for now, we’re to stay put.” David says; entering his tent.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Nathan is a rather average man, but stands taller than most people. He is rough looking, as he doesn't really care about what he looks like. But, he does try to clean himself up a bit. His hair is short, and dark which makes it easy to care for and it is one less thing for his enemies to grab.
Appearance Picture:
Clothing/Armor:
Roving Trader Outfit: http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Roving_trader_outfit_(Fallout:_New_Vegas)
Breathing Mask: http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Breathing_mask
Personality: Nathan has a personality that shifts depending on the situation. It depends on those he is around, and what is happening in the current situation. Normally, he is in quiet survival mode.
Back-story: Nathan grew up like any other orphan in the wasteland. Survival was priority and other people didn't matter. Orphan life was a normal things, and those who didn't learn quickly were simply food for the monsters that now lurked in the lands. Nate doesn't know what "settled down" life is like. He moves from place to place and often just wanders around looking for a place to stay. He isn't homeless, and he isn't poor(For what it's worth here in the wasteland.), he just doesn't see a point in sticking around. Nate has nobody, no friends or family. He has no companion, or goals. His one purpose is to survive.
His methods of surviving do seem a bit different than others, though. Instead of being out for himself entirely, he will help those who seem to deserve it. But, if Nate isn't involved, why bother with any situation? People call Nate a horrible person, or a monster, but in reality he is just doing what he has to to survive. In his mindset, others have no reason to be trusted or respected until they prove so. If someone get's in Nathan's way, then they will be dealt with appropriately. Nathan is very straight forward, and blunt as well. He doesn't care is his words hurt other people, as he believe that if you get offended by something then deal with it. There are more important things going on, you shouldn't be taking the time to decide if what Nate said offended you. Nathan's previous life with be revealed throughout the story, only the gist of it will be revealed.
Faction: The Republic of Who Cares? [Not actually a faction, but what Nathan says.]
Karma: Chaotic Neutral [Might save your life, might rob you.]
Skills:
- Smart
- Ammo Recycling (A skill from the games)
- Combat Experience
- Makeshift Weaponry
- Hunting
Weapons:
- Scoped .38 Rifle
- Combat/Survival Knife
- Compact Crossbow
Inventory:
- 1 Quiver [10 Arrows / Max: 20]
- 1 Box of .38 Ammo
- 2 Stimpaks
- 2 Bandage Rolls
- 1 Small Knife Sharpener
- 2 Drink Provisions [2 Pure Waters]
- 1 Food Provision [Can of Beans]
Location: The Divide, Southwest Commonwealth
Other:
- There should be some rules
- Im open to have someone as an RP companion(Someone to start out with) so starting out is boring or lonely
Age- 34
Gender- Male
Race- Human
Appearance- Steven is relatively average looking man with a fairly clean-cut complexion. His skin is tan, rough, and callus to the touch thanks to several tours in the dry conditions of Nevada. He stands roughly around six-feet tall and has a larger upper-body build due to years of physically demanding labor. His cheek-bones are slightly pronounced, his nose is somewhat crooked after being broken, and he has a strong jaw-line with a dent in his chin. Steven keeps his hair short and manageable, keeping a short, blonde buzz cut. He does maintain some facial hair, which is often trimmed down due to NCR regulations. Steven keeps up a strong build for the line of work he follows and consistently exercises to keep up his physique.
Clothing- Steven typically dawns the average NCR military fatigues. http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/NCR_armor
Personality- Having spent several tours in Nevada patrolling the Mohave, Steven has maintained a fairly mature attitude and out-look. He's cunning and quick-minded and often works through scenario's at a fast pace. He keeps a strong focus on his work and is strictly business when operating in the field. Steven can be cynical and close-minded when working under duress, but he's since learned to work fairly well with his platoon. He's not a very talkative person, but when he does engage in social interaction; he isn't afraid to speak his mind and voice his opinions. Most would describe him as a fairly average; cold man.
Biography- Being raised on an NCR share-cropper farm in the rural parts of California; Steven was introduced into the NCR from an early age. He worked on his parents farm with his brother and sister for roughly ten years before enlisting in the NCR military. While on tour, he was stationed in Nevada at the McCarran Airport a year before the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. He climbed the ranks to being a Sargent in the NCR before the war. When the fighting over the Hoover Dam broke-out, Steven was sent to the New Vegas strip to help calm down the factional riots. During the riots, Steven was mortally wounded and extracted from the strip. He spent months recovering from his wound and was traumatized by his experience. He suffered from PTSD and was given treatment back in California, though he was abruptly thrown back into duty before he could complete his therapy.
Faction- NCR
Karma- Neutral
Skills-
-NCR Gun and Combat Training
-Tech Expertise
-Battle Strategy
Weapons-
-Standard NCR Service Rifle w/ 2 clips
-Standard NCR 9mm Pistol w/ 2 clips
-Combat Knife
Inventory-
-NCR Military Rations
-Medical Kit
-Canteen of Water
-Flashlight
-Flares
Location- San Francisco, California
Other-
The air was rough and thick as Nate walked on. He could smell the dirt, dust, and radiation in the air as he continued on. He was almost too familiar with this place that was known as 'The Divide'. To other people, this place was a place to stay away from, the monsters and beasts that lurked here were much worse than the normal one's you'd find in the wasteland. Nate's experience was on his side and he was able to diffuse or deal with a situation quickly and calmly.
Under his feet, Nate felt the debris beneath him. It was mostly pieces of the wall that would be standing just to his left. This must have been an old office building. It would make a great shelter for Nate. Nate had found himself breaking his rules more often, mainly the rule about not staying in one place for too long. He began to search through the building for a spot to settle down. The building seemed to be calling for help as the Earth was slowly reclaiming it.
As he searched, Nate felt that the building was leaning to the west. It felt stable, and wasn't rocking around, but the lean would make it a bit harder to find somewhere suitable. Nate knew that the upper floors would be mostly left alone by any people that were passing through, so he headed up the nearest flight of stairs. The stairs were creaky and old, being slowly covered in moss and plants. He continued up them until the top was reached.
Now it was time to find a good spot to settle down, he preferred a spot that had an intact floor, but that was only preference. Eventually Nate found a decent room, with only one door, and all of the debris was on the west wall. "Perfect." Nathan said to himself as he closed what was left of the door behind him and began setting up his area for sleeping. The room was fairly well lit, as there was a hole in the roof, but Nate knew that when night hit it would be incredibly dark.
Status:
Stats:
- Health: 90
- Mood: Relaxed
- Other: N/A
Weapons:
- Scoped .38 Rifle
- Combat/Survival Knife
- Compact Crossbow
Inventory:
- 1 Quiver [10 Arrows / Max: 20]
- 1 Box of .38 Ammo
- 2 Stimpaks
- 2 Bandage Rolls
- 1 Small Knife Sharpener
- 2 Drink Provisions [2 Pure Waters]
- 1 Food Provision [Can of Beans]
Location:
- The Divide, Southwest Commonwealth
Name:
Agent Vincent Roux
Age:
43
Gender:
Male
Race(Human/Ghoul/Supermutant/Android):
Human
Appearance(Please include race such as Caucasian/African-American/Etc):
Caucasian European. He stands about 6'3". He is a rather attractive fellow, more because of his "authority", than his average looks. He has a bit of meat on his bones. His right pinkie pinkie has been cut off, and it is scarred over and rough. Roux also has deep blue eyes.
Clothing/Armor:
Pristine suit, black aviators, bulletproof vest.
Personality(Optional):
He is very serious, and often gets confused when people do not do things according to plan. This effects the way he makes decisions and his fighting.
Back-story(Optional):
I'll find a way to tie it into the story.
Faction(Optional):
No faction. May change as the story progresses.
Karma(Good/Neutral/Evil):
Neutral
Skills(5 Skills):
Cunning - While interrogating prisoners, Roux has learned to deceive enemies.
Stealth - Gained while training with infiltration, Roux excels at sneaking and generally being quiet.
Steady - Vigorous training has gained him good grip on weapons and a very steady aim.
(Game Perk) Friend of the Night- Training at night, Roux has become accustomed to the dark, and much prefers it over the light.
Weapons(Three weapons or less):
Silenced 9mm Pistol with 5 clips
Small Combat knife for close quarter situations
Silenced Sniper Rifle with 5 clips
Inventory(10 Items or less/Must be carried in bag):
Combined 10 clips of ammunition
Pocket Watch
Deck of Caravan Cards
5 Stimpaks
3 Rad Away bottles
Location:
California
Other:
Not much to add
Being a secret agent and all, Roux worked quickly. He primed the explosives with haste, and attached them to the side of the wall. The townsfolk had told him that these raiders were terrorizing the town and taking food, livestock, and people. Roux had agreed to help, but only for a price, of course.
"Once I have these primed I want you all to retreat to the rock over there-" Roux pointed at rock that was large enough to conceal the five people who were willing to help,"-and cover your ears. Meanwhile, I will have taken my position at the top of that water tower and gotten ready to attack. Once you see them start to drop, come out and raise hell." The group listened intently to Roux's instructions, and then moved as they were told.
BOOM!
The explosion shook some dust off the tower and Roux immediately started shooting. Aim, fire, repeat. He had dropped four raiders before the five came out and started to wreck house. Roux quickly joined them, with his pistol in hand, and helped. Within ten minutes, the hideout had been cleared and the townsfolk were helping themselves to the stolen goods and they were freeing the kidnapped people. Roux found a black baseball cap, and decided he liked it.
"I'm gonna name you Tina." He said as he walked away with a small bag of bottle caps in his pocket and a smile on his face.
This is why we need some rules, McLovin))
Nate could hear the creaking of the building settling. The wind whipped around the sides and roof making a high pitched whistle. The dust storms were picking up again and it make Nate feel uneasy. 'Would this building hold up for another night?' It was a question that popped into his mind on a regular basis. The nights that he was able to sleep, he feared that he wouldn't wake up again. But this was life, and he knew that he had to get used to it eventually.
New Chapter:
Unrest in California
It peaks ahead, up in the distance, not too far, but yet so far away. A shambling of pre-war buildings left behind like fossils from the Old World paints the landscape, creating an urban foliage. Scrapings of paint curled off the colorful buildings whose salmon-pink concrete blocked structuring brought forth unrecognized vibrancy to the war-torn area. It was a marvel left behind for those of the New California Republic to gaze upon, left behind wonders of the Old World for them, it was an interesting gathering and collection of history. When the sun hit the rooftops of these buildings; it glimmered in the distance like a forgotten treasure of gold. A plethora of pigeons fluttered overhead, their white bodies dripping color into the surprisingly blue sky. Even though the area was beautiful with vibrant colors of repainted constructions; an atmosphere of uncertainty and suspense kept building.
Standing amongst a clutter of tan, fabricated military tents stood Steven. Steven gazes and squints in the sunlight as he looks onward to a collection of soldiers near a large tent. They stood wielding their Service Rifles, ready to strike a killing blow at any second. These were the NCR Minute Men who were stationed around the surrounding areas to help secure a position in a rebel inhabited area. However today they weren’t ready to kill; they were ready to guard. What they were guarding was vital; it wasn’t an artifact of the olden days. They were guarding a peace conference being held in San Francisco to discuss the matter of a civil war at hand. Where men gathered to argue, to bargain, to discuss a matter that had shaken California and its new government that kept democracy in balance.
Among these Minute Men stood Steven and a few members from his platoon. There they stood watch alongside another collection of respectable service men. A trail of sweat expelled from Steven’s forehead as the warm sun and nervousness beat down on him. He quickly wipes away the forming sweat and sniffs the dry air. Looking to his friend in service, Kowalski; Steven breaks the awkward silence that had resided over the collection of tents.
“Hey, can I bum a cig?” Steven asks.
Nodding, Kowalski reaches into his jacket pocket and retrieves a small red and white striped packet of cigarettes. He swipes one from the pack and steadily hands it to Steven who intercepts it and removes his lighter from his back pocket. Steven quickly lights the cigarette and plunges it between his lips. Inhaling, he feels the burning ash and smoke trickle down his throat. He hears a faint, nervous conversation flutter in the distance. A man expels himself from the tent, his balding head red from argument and his small mouth pursed. He’s followed by a small collection of rag-tag militia men who carry various rifles or handguns. The man and his men excuse themselves from the surrounding area and continue down the road to a small gathering of military green trucks.
Steven watches them drive off and returns his gaze to the tenting where suited men emerge from the tenting followed by Steven’s superior, Lieutenant David Brown. David dawned his professional green NCR beret and his standard officer outfit.
“Alright men, back to work.” David commands as he shuffles with the men in suits.
Kowalski watches the men accompanied by David leave the encampment. He wipes his forehead and looks to Steven and Tom.
“Looks like the conference didn’t go too well.” Kowalski announces as he shuffles around the camp; setting his service rifle on a nearby communications table.
The camp was a small collection of tents gathered in a circle around a two-head bear flag. It was inconveniently placed in the middle of the road, like a check-point; though not much traffic came through. Tan tenting blocked the view of the road that led down a hillside to the buildings below.
“Rebels are stubborn sons of b*tches.” Henry mutters.
“We give them enough changes and they blow them all off.” Jordan says.
“I don’t think this war will end anytime soon.” Kowalski announces as he leans against the communications table.
Steven takes a smoke from his cigarette and nods.
“They won’t stop until they get what they want, and even when they do, they’ll still keep fighting.” Steven says; sighing.
“They want something called a “Monarchy”, whatever the hell that means.” Jordan mutters.
“It’s a King/Queen thing.” Henry says; spitting his tobacco.
“What’s that even mean?” Jordan responds.
“Means someone rules over a group of people, like that Caesar guy did.” Kowalski says.
Steven squints as David returns to the camp and places his hands on his hips.
“Well? What’d they say Sir?” Henry asks.
“We tried negotiating with ‘em, too stubborn to listen.” David summarizes.
“When we gonna get some action?” Jordan asks.
“Not sure Private, but don’t get to trigger-happy, you might be sitting this war out.” David responds.
“What?! That ain’t fair!” Jordan protests.
“Not my doing. Take it up with someone else, for now, we’re to stay put.” David says; entering his tent.