PLEASE READ DESCRIPTION:The Void, the ruins of a pre-war vacation spot, nestled deep within the south: Gatlinburg Tn. Destroyed by a atomic blast equivilant to the Tzar, the small city was blasted to dust leaving only scourched ruins as a reminder of the horrible death of a thriving city, now a settlement controled by the most feared outlaws of the wastes, what will you do in this dangerous settlement, bring the city together or tear it apart? But a secret goverment facility 40 miles dug deep in the ground may hold the answers to why the city was destroyed, the facility with no name holds technoledgy never shown to the public, only the highest officals know about this fabled facility, many secrets await the people of the wastes in THE VOID. BY FANONCANNON
Marvyn Taibot, one of the most feared men in the Capitol Wastes walking around with one of his many prized weapons, The Mauler, trying to find the next oppurtunity for a quick buck stumbles across a ghoul claiming to be from the far south, Marvyn thinks of the man to be crazy so he raises his bloodied weapon and revs it, before being chopped to bits the man pleas for mercy, Marvyn lowers his weapon as the ghoul talks, "How the hell did you get from the far south to the capitol wasteland alive then?" says Marvyn, the ghoul then walks off and asks Marvyn to follow, about a half a mile away he shows him his source of transportation, a seemingly perfect dune buggy with a microfusion engine, the machine was in perfect condition, Marvyn remembers his days in the Mideastern Brotherhood. FanonCannon 00:50, 7 April 2009 (UTC)
The ghoul tells Marvyn that his vehicle had broke down and would much appricate if he could he could fix the engine, marvyn looks into his copy of Dean's Electronics and trys to fix the engine but realizes he doesnt have the parts necessary for the job, then he remembers the motorcycle he saw on the way to the vehicle, then runs back and dissembles the engine, as soon as he gets back with the parts he finds the vehicle disessembled the ghoul gone, the only item he finds that is of use to him is a crudely drawn map, he then scans the map with his pipboy and follows the set waypoint, along the way he comes across multiple super mutant and enclave camps, destroying them without breaking a sweat. As he grows closer, his supplies lesser and lesser as the days go by, still he travels, knowing he can't go back. FanonCannon 01:27, 7 April 2009 (UTC)
John Hale stepped up to the rim of the crater, looking down into what was known as the Void. Some settler had tried to chase him and his little troupe of soldiers away, but to no avail. Apparently, the locals worshipped this place as some sort of Holy Ground, because it was hit by some kind of bomb similar to the Russian's Tsar Bomba. The crater was huge, so this bomb probably used the original design's 100 Megaton yield, rather than the shielded 50 Mt. Hale looked down at the dead body of the scaremonger. Another soldier walked up beside him to look down at the body.
"A well deserved end sir." The soldier said.
"Ah, the essence of futility, Private Sommers. He may have had a ripper and religious frenzy, but Jameson just threw him into a fucking sheer sided crater." Hale laughed.
Hale turned around, giving the signal for his men to move around the edges of the crater, and find a gentler slope to move down. The Enclave would have that tech, and Major Christian Hale would be the man that handed it to them.
Fniff1 12:01, 7 April 2009 (UTC)This is some time before the claws being formed,Right? I think Dejan needs to have a little history...
Ian Zukov looked out over the ruins of the city how dare they use soviet technology for there own means.He gestured to his squad mates "spread out and secure the area"
Fniff1 13:36, 7 April 2009 (UTC)
Dejan put on his gas mask. He put a cloak over his combat armor and went off. He looked at his feet.(This was the time he was still refered to as the loner)
Fniff1 13:46, 7 April 2009 (UTC)
Dejan sat down on a rock. He took out his sniper rifle and looked around. He saw a guy in a enclave uniform. B*stards. They destroy everything without some much as a warning. Like raiders. He shot a clip at them. He missed.
Ian looked over the crater and saw a squad of enclave troupers on the hill "squad arm your weapons" he checked his own weapon and walked over to the enclave quad on the hill "leave this place now this whole area belongs to the soviet remnant"
Fniff1 14:28, 7 April 2009 (UTC)
Dejan heard someone. "Who said that?!?" He shouted at the top of his voice.
"Wrong, Boris. This land is under the sovereign (sp?) rule of the United States Government. Youcan drop your weapons and leave, or you can try to make me drop mine and die." Hale shouted back in the direction of the Russian.
He readied his M1911, switching off the safety, ready to let the powerful .45 ECP bullets do the talking for him if needs be. He had never been a convincing speaker, but when it came to combat, he was extremely dangerous, even moreso then the BlackOps team moving up alongside him, with their plasma rifles held ready.
"So, now that I've made a counter-offer, how about you make me a better offer." Hale said, with a smug grin on his face.
Fniff1 14:46, 7 April 2009 (UTC)
"I see you are going to be like this for a while,So I'll be off" And Dejan went off into the direction of the map he had showing a 'amazing place,Filled with weapons.'
"Civilian, you are now conscripted into the United States Army, by the authority of Major Christian Hale." Hale called to Dejan. "Remain where you are, or you will be shot for desertion and dissent."
"Now, on to you." Hale said to the Russians. "What the hell are Russians doing on American soil,and why shouldn't I kill you and your men right now?"
Fniff1 15:08, 7 April 2009 (UTC)
"OH great! I get to wear advanced power armor and be an evil person(!) KISS MY ASS!" Dejan jumped behind a rock and shot at the enclave.
"Jackson, go kill the bumpkin for desertion. Johnson, Doyle, stay here. Everyone else, split into three two-man teams and take up firing positions. I do not want that fucking yokel shooting at us again. God forbid he actually hit someone." Hale growled.
Hale looked at the Russians. Both he and these Red bastards were presenting an aura as hard as granite. Hale shook his head as the rest of his group took up position and Jackson went to subdue the fool yokel who had shot at them. Twice.
Fniff1 15:22, 7 April 2009 (UTC)
Dejan jumped down into the crater and hid onto the side. The enclave guy came over and checked over the edge. Dejan grabbed the guy's foot and the enclave guy fell down, Screaming in horror.
Jackson grabbed the yokel's foot as he went over the edge, as they both rolled deeper into the crater. Dejan fought valiantly, kicking and gouging as the two scrambled to find stronger footing. Dejan found footing first, but Jackson kicked his feet out from under him, flooring him, and continuing the fight on the ground, where Jackson's superior strength gave him a clear advantage. Somehow, Dejan managed to wriggle out of Jackson's chokehold and run off into some wreckage. Jackson knew Major Hale wouldn't be happy about this, but he decided to move back up to where the rest of the unit was, still having what appeared to be a staring contest with the Russians.
Hale looked over as Jackson walked up, shaking his head. He hadn't killed the yokel, but judging by the tumble they both took, yokel wouldn't be much of a problem for a while anyway.
Fniff1 15:37, 7 April 2009 (UTC)
Dejan thought for a moment. This isn't a normal bunch of enclave. They are just.....Not human. Usually you scream when you fall down into a pit. Usually you don't manage to bring the guy who did it down with you. He took out his radio.He tuned it til he heard enclave broadcasting.
"Ahem. You guys are d*cks,Out." He said. Then he turned off the radio. He hoped someone heard that.
As Marvyn approached closer and closer to The final checkpoint, he saw smoke rise in the horizon, he revs up his AutoAxe, and powers up his custom laser rifle, he knows he will need to be ready, soon enough he walks atop the massive crater and hears bullets flying through the air, for a Crusade Patrol squad is firing at him, he takes cover behind a large rock, he was hit but thankfully his T-51B power armor stopped the bullet, he takes his AutoAxe out and yells as he goes in for the kill, a crusade scoutman is ripped in half as Marvyn laughs, as the rest of the scout watches in horror, they fire but their bullets not doing much of a dent, he takes his laser out and finishes the rest off, they lie on the ground nothing but dust, some weapons lay on the ground, finding them useless he walks on as if nothing happened, "Bunch of fucking retards" FanonCannon 17:59, 7 April 2009 (UTC)
Marvyn finds more Crusade bodies, except they arent bullet wounds but.... claw marks, he also find radio communicators on their bodies, and then hears a horrible screech, he looks around and spots a group of trogs, he fires his laser rifle multiple times killing the group but then wonders how trogs could live in the area being that it has extremely low radiation levels and has sunlight, in which trogs cant live in, he then heas the same screech, he is knocked out by the trog, he soon wakes up to another Crusade squad trying to take the weapons from his body, he kicks the man back "What the hell are you doing" the soldiers say in response "Were trying to get your gear what the hell does it look like" he gets up and hits the head with the butt of his gun, he then hits the rest of the men down but a Crusade soldier pins Marvyn to the ground, the Captin of the squad walks up and says "Nice work wastelander, you do great work, how would you like to be in The Crusade" Marvyn responds "Why would YOU want to recruit me? I just killed most of your squad" the Captin cuts Marvyn off and says "Your right, we wouldnt want wasteland scum like you in The Crusade, MEN, THROW HIM IN THE TRUCK!" FanonCannon 18:19, 7 April 2009 (UTC)
Ian heard the radio transmision come through and he walked up to the enclave "did you lose someone" he grined
The truck soon arrived at it's spot, a blinding white light flashes in Marvyn's eyes as he wakes up, he looks around and see's a high tech facility all around him, except not like anything he's seen before, it looks as if it was just built, as looks around he is grabbed by a group of men, trying to punch them he fails, they throw him to the ground, the captin walks up and says "Stop squirrming like a little worm, GET THE FUCK UP!" Marvyn responds "What the fuck happened to my gear?" "What else, we took it, you seemed to put up a fight back at the crater, your one luck bastard we didnt leave you to die at the hands of those troggs although it would have been a better fate now that I look at it" Marvyn says "What are you talking about" "HAHA listen to you, you sound like a little kid, ok wastelander since you have no clue what is happening, we are putting you to work, whether you like it or not, so pretty much your our slave, we are sending you out to search for valuble tech that could help The Crusade, but dont think were just sending you out there by yourself, you get your own security guards to make sure you dont run amuck with some weapon you found" FanonCannon 23:03, 7 April 2009 (UTC)
Wally Vailen gestured to his squadmates to move up. They quickly ran up the small hill. After trekking a little farther they stopped. Wally went up a little farther without them. Then he saw it. "My god" he mumbled to himself. In front of him was a crater the size of a city. He couldn't see the end. The dark expanse covered the lower areas so he could not see it. "Soldiers get up here!" (Reidster 01:47, 8 April 2009 (UTC))
Marvyn is boarded onto the same truck he was brought here in, they vehicle has large steel wiring in the back making it nearly impossible to escape without any weapons, when the vehicle gets to the stop, a loud cracking noise goes through the air, he then sees a large fire erupting on the front of the truck, for the truck has flipped over a large piece of pre-war wreckage, "Good riddiance" he sees a hole in the back window and he crawls through, and he gathers the combat armor the driver was wearing and kicks the door open, as he walks away from the crash he hears a explosion and a large piece a shrapnel flies towards him, "Whoa, that was a close one, wonder if I can find some of that pre war tech shit they were talking about, hmm sounds like I should and quick, those damn Crusaders must have heard the explosion" FanonCannon 02:06, 8 April 2009 (UTC)
The other squadmates gasped along with him. They had never seen such a site before. "Looks like were scaving today. Holster your weapons." Wally took out some water and took a swig. He then looked around for a less steep way down into the pit. After searching for a few minutes he found a less steep way around. They started their descent. The dark ground around them seemed to get even more barren. At some points they had to climb down like a rock wall. Wally and his soldiers had been trained to do this though. They traveled easily down the pit.
"What ever is down here might help destroy the Crusade." said Jackson.
"Agreed." replied Gab.
After another half-hour of climbing down the Pit Wally thought he could see the the bottom of the large ditch. He couldn't see much but more darkness. "Set up camp guys." They pitched up tents and settled down. (Reidster 02:21, 8 April 2009 (UTC))
Hale looked at the Russians. He had decided to ignore yokel's little message for them. Degenerate wastelanders. Not even a citizen of America. The boy was probably a mutant freak. Why else would he wear a gas mask when a clean bomb had been dropped on the area? Unless he was stupid enough not to realize that his Geiger Counter wasn't clicking any more than it usually does.
"Well, Boris, it seems we're about to come to a crossroads. How about you go left, and I go right. Lookin at where we're standing right now, that means I go deeper into this crater, and you go fuck off." Hale said. "Unless, of course, you want to go head to head with the best the US Government has to offer." (They're ALL Warrior Weapons. Lol. Someone find inventive ways to kill them off one by one!)
Fniff1 12:36, 8 April 2009 (UTC)
The enclave went in the crater. Dejan kicked the rock. It knocked one of the enclave off his balance and he fell, Down and down.
Fniff1 13:29, 8 April 2009 (UTC)(Sorry, It's in the future. I'll move it when Vegas stops dieing.)
Marvyn hides sees a door and runs for it, trying as fast as he can to open the still working door, he luckily gets it open right as the truck gets to there, they dont see him, he readies his Ak-47 he found on the body of the driver, he runs down the corridor, he walks around the corner when he sees a large door "Weird, this door has a strange glow to it" Marvyn replies, he walks up to the door and finds a terminal in perfect condition, he then he clicks on the large bold word on the terminal screen, OPEN DOOR:FAILURE:3DHCNAMLLAJDHFRY:UNAUTHORIZED USER:ERROR #24-RED-756:PLEASE TRY AGAIN! "Hmmm, let's see if we can't hack the damn thing open!" Marvyn says with a confident look in his eyes, he clicks the keyboard, soon enough he gets the door to open, he walks in with the sigh of a dark black shining suit of insectoid looking power armor, Advanced Power armor MK III, a large research terminal on the side of the stasis field holding the amazing armor, said the name, DARK RAVEN MK I, he took his other armor off and put this suit of armor on, Marvyn remembers armor like this in the Mideast, he puts the suit on the suit and feels as if he was invincible, the armor powers up, glowing in the darkness of the room "YES, NONE OF YOU PEOPLE CAN STOP ME NOW!" he walks over to a locker and finds pieces of a large Vindicator minigun, within the next hour he has pieced the machine together and gathers all the ammo he finds "I'm a one man army" Marvyn says with an evil grin on his face. As he gathers his ammo pack a group of Crusade soldiers walk down the corridor, he spins up the barrel of his gun and gets ready for a firefight.
Dutch Holmes stretched as he steppped into a rubble filled street. Taking a moment to guage the the location of the gunfire, Holmes continued down towards the suspected area, the crater. Taking a moment to kill several rather annoying ghouls, he slung his TAR-21 as he arrived at the crater. Two squads both pointing at each other. Holmes didn't recognize the other squad, but he knew damn well the enclave troops were classmates. Holmes replaced his sunglasses, and followed the radiation to the stalemate. The first enclave looked at him. "What the hell are you doing here, Holmes?"
Hale nodded to acknowledge Holmes' presence. Then turned back to the Russians.
"Disable these men. Do not kill them." Hale growled.
The unit made no hesitations winging the Russians and moving in, beating those still awake into unconsciousness.
"Monitor their radio signal." Hale snapped. He knew the Russian signal wouldn't make it to wherever they were coming from, but once they started moving, the Enclave intel analysts would follow their movements right back to the anthill. Then, when that happened, they would grind these insurgents to powder.
Ian saw the enclave atack his men aseholes he lay down and in the same way he had been taught he fired his Ak-47 at the men "take that enclave asewipes.for the motherland!!"
Hale dropped, as did the rest of the unit. On full auto, the AK couldn't hit a Chryslus Corvega at this range, but there was no sense in taking chances. Hale returned fire, annoyed that they had missed this one. Hale fired his M72 at the man, narrowly missing as he ducked to reload.
"MOVE MOVE MOVE!" Hale roared, keeping the Russian pinned down as he and his unit dodged deeper into the crater with Holmes in tow, taking turns keeping the Russian pinned down, until they were well beyond the accurate range of his crude, if extremely dangerous AK-47.
"If you EVER shoot at my men again, I'll kill you myself!" Hale roared, his voice carrying across the crater.
Holmes stood with the group as they checked their equipment. "Damned ruskies." Hale said. Holmes looked around. The city was nothing special. "You realize I could kill all of them in a second for you? You could give the order, and I'd be all over them. I'd enjoy it too; I haven't seen any combat; any real combat, in a few days." Holmes said. "Just say the word, Major."
"son of a bitch" he walked out of cover and looked over his men most were dead but a few were only unconsious.His squads midshipman had hidden as well "midshipmen revive the 3 survivers" the midshipman nodded and injected the men with medcin.The survivers woke up."get up and follow the capatitalist scum"
"I could have wiped them out without breaking a sweat." Hale said. "I want those radio signals of theirs being monitored. Once they run home for backup, wherever it may be coming from, we can drop the axe on every waypoint they take. Damn. That sounded like a dodgy holofilm didn't it? Screw it, these Ruskies clearly aren't the brightest sparks in the fire, they'll run home crying sooner or later. Then the Enclave comes down on them like a bomb."
Holmes sighed. He had been hoping for some action. Now he was again reduced to fighting ordinary wasters. Still, he wasn't officially apart of Hale's unit. He could do it himself. Pondering the option, Holmes began pressing Hale with a few questions. "So what does Raikov or HighCom want down here?" Holmes asked, lighting a cigarette.
"There's a bunker of some kind about seven and a half hours hike into the hills. They want us to pick up some stuff from there. Pre-War tech and such. The Senate themselves gave us this mission. Every person in my unit here has the highest security clearance known to man. That means there's some serious shit goin on in that there bunker." Hale said.
Marvyn walked down the corridor with his minigun down by his side, it's barrel spinning up, the men see Marvyn and fire at him, Marvyn opens fire, the soldiers try to take cover but some of them get chopped up by the 5mm shells flying at breakneck speeds "Dammit our bullets wont do a thing to that armor!" The captin replies "Sir, permission to use my grenade" one of the soldiers ask "This building is over two hundred years old! Im not sure what could possibly happen, but hes getting closer so were gonna have to take a chance!" The soldier then chucks his one and only frag grenade at Marvyn, he sees the grenade roll down the corridor and runs to the side, the frag explodes causing one of the fuel tanks in the building to blow, Marvyn drops his gun and runs down the open door to left, the roof crumbles above him while the crusade soldiers drag their fallen bretheren to the exit only to be blocked in, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck! " Marvyn yell as he runs down the hallway, he runs to a dead end but sees a door to his left thinking it is his only chance he jumps into the room, he then blacks out, on the outside of the large fortified bunker a fireball plooms out of the side of the steel walls, revealing a opening, the smoke from the explosion rises into the air marking the location of the once hidden facility.
"Stop blowing up my tech, whoever the hell you are!" Hale said as he saw a smoke plume rising from the mountains ahead. "Scratch that earlier time estimate Holmes. This'll be a two hour trek at most."
Hale took off at a quick walk, scanning the rubble for hostiles. The whole unit moved up alongside him, scanning the area. Holmes walked in the middle of the group, alongside Hale.
After resting for a little while the squad continued down the treacherous hill. Wally saw it. A large amount of figures in the distance. He couldn't tell what was going on but his curiosity sparked. He told his squad about the figures ahead. "Enclave." said Rugger. "Maybe." replied Wally. "I don't want to fight them though." Wally peered through his R4's scope. "Yep Enclave." The squad members immediately loaded their weapons and waited for orders. He could tell by the distinct uniform and the look of the men. They were near the Enclave."Move up slowly." whispered Wally. The soldiers obeyed and slowly walked towards the scene. Wally also thought he could make out bodies on the ground. He didn't feel like fighting today. Then the group started to move.
Several dozen metres away from the Enclave group, in what little cover the crater could provide, a group of several figures in loose robes huddled. One of them lifted a worn monocular sight to his bloodshot left eye, frowning beneath the cloth mask which obscured the lower half of his face. His hair was long and tangled, but hidden by an impractically heavy hood, and a cloak was draped over his shoulders. He glanced to the rest of the similarly garbed individuals in his company - eleven in total - then began to make strange gestures in the direction of the Enclave squad. They nodded and got to their feet, taking aim with battered firearms weapons--
Something loud and bright further into the crater drew their attention away from the interlopers. An explosion could be heard in the direction of the bunker. "The Relic," One of them hissed, pointing where the explosion had came from, "They have defiled the Relic!" Another cried, his voice raising to a shout. Lutheras frowned and put the monocular away. "A higher priority has arisen. Brother Spindler be avenged in time. Come." Immediately, the group of cloaked figures left their hiding place and made their way towards the bunker.
Ian looked through his scope there were a group of men about 12 meters away from the enclave group he gestured to on of the reamaining 2 comrades and the conscript "you conscript go over to the men ask them to leave by force if nessisary" the conscript nodded "yes commisar"
Hale watched as the conscript ran around trying to find a way up to those folks in the robes. The Ruskies apparently hadn't learned. As he checked the direction the conscript had come from with his binoculars, he saw the Russian leader, and two more soldiers. That idiot had left the rest of his unit to wake up, find their way home, and walk right into the closing jaws of Hale's not-so-carefully laid trap. Idiots. Hale lay down, taking a careful aim with his M72.
"I told you to go fuck off, but you just didn't listen." Hale said, as he shot the conscript right through the ear, spattering his head across the rocks. Still out of accurate range of the other Ruskies AK's, Hale stood up and flipped off the commander Ruskie, before heading back on his way toward the facility.
"oh for fucks sake midshipman wake the others NOW!"
Holmes was sick and tired of this harrassment. "I'll be back in a minute." Holmes said, and moved in the direction of the ruskies. He was annoyed with this game, and had decided it was at end. Stepping on the head of the bleeding conscript and putting a bullet through his head, Holmes continued in the direction of the russians. "Hey!!! Get the fuck back here!!!" Holmes yelled, as one of the figures ran off.
The apprehensive glares the band of robed people were giving the Soviet conscript abruptly gave way to manic grins, cackles and cheers as his head became chunks. Lutheras looked over to where the strange noise had came from (He has no idea what a Gauss Rifle shot sounds like, so it's unfamiliar to him) only to see the interlopers they'd been tracking earlier, with one of them making his way towards them. The group prepared their crude weaponry but to their surprise, the figure continued on in the direction the recently deceased interloper had came from. Lutheras silently ushered the group into cover where they would surely not meet the same fate as the interloper, and where they could observe the ensuing spectacle.
Ian walked back "why should we get back there capatilist scum"
Cerebral plague 19:55, 8 April 2009 (UTC)
Cerebral Jack was sneaking off into the area. He would be scouting it out, seeing if it was worth an anonymous groups time, and money. He looked through his sniper scope, his silenced Chinese assault rifle by his side. "Looks like we got a few factions fighting it out here".
"Cause I'm not fuckin' done with you, ruskie!!!!" Holmes said as he got into a sprint. He drew his combat knife, lunged at the russian, and pinned him to the ground. "Who's the scum now, fucker?" Holmes said, raising his combat knife. However, this was interuptted as small arms fire broke out, with more russians appearing. "Dammit!" Holmes said. He re-placed his knife, drew his TAR-21, and fired as the russian scurried away.
"He charges headlong into battle like a fool," One of the hooded men commented quietly. "Indeed," Lutheras agreed, observing the battle with his monocular before passing it to one of his Brothers for him to take a closer look, who, after a moment, repeated the process. "But we must not intervene," Lutheras continued. "Those interlopers who seem to be winning... they ignored Spindler's warnings of the holy ground they tread on and slew him instead! They must be slain in turn!" One of the group hissed. "And they will, Brother, they will. But patience is a virtue. We shall wait. See who wins this conflict. Then we make our move."
Hale remembered where he'd seen robes like the ones those freaks the Ruskie was chasing wore. The fella Jameson had lobbed off the crater lip. Hale still chuckled at that.
- "This is Holy ground. You may go no further!" The freak rasped.
- Hale smiled as Jameson, without a word, made a running start, and kicked the freak in the throat. As the freak tried to recover, Jameson, essentially a Yao Guai in human form, grabbed the unfortunate mutant and slung him head first off the crater, sending him plummetting to the ground 30 feet below.
Marvyn, half way into his trek falls down gasping for air, he takes his helmet off as sweat pours out (not really) he can't go any further, he must take a break "Wish I could have gotten some supplies before leaving, I don't believe I have ever been in this much pain" He sees the crater about a half a mile away, and it is getting late so he knows he must keep going "I have a bad feeling about this area, it just doesnt seem right" he puts his helmet back on and continues his hike towards the large crater, right as he gets up a vibration in the ground shakes the tired man when sees two Verti-bird flying above him, he knows they must be following him so he jets for the nearest cover, knowing that without any weapons he is have to keep running no matter how much pain he is in, he sees a smooth slope that enters the crater, he runs straight into and hides behind the bent earth on the rim "whoa that was a close one" he says as the two VTOLs fly away, he wonders why they were following him.
Fniff1 22:20, 8 April 2009 (UTC)
Dejan looked back at the crater. The enclave would look for him but he knew they would use ordinary squads. These...Whatever were just creeping him out. Good riddance.
Holmes disengaged as he sprinted back towards the group. Stupid russians. He noticed how Hale was atching the hooded figures. "More stupid russians?" Holmes said, regaining his compsure. Hale shook his head. "No. Freaks. But yeah, they're like ruskies without guns and mutated bodies." Hale said. Holmes nodded, and took a moment to reload his TAR-21.
"Leave 'em be for now. They'll do us no harm (I'm hoping for this guy to be the reason Holmes became more pragmatic in the DC Showdown RP)." Hale said.
"Wouldn't they just provide an unnecessary distraction if they are allowed to run free?" Jameson asked.
"Yes, but for now, we leave them. Remember, we want the people to flock to the Enclave, not to fear and revile them. If they show up again, and make any more suggestions about this crater or that bunker being their Holy Ground, we waste the motherfuckers." Hale responded.
So the fighting had drawn to an abrupt halt with no apparent casualties. That was a terrible shame. Lutheras was sure the Brothers and Sisters would be growing quite hungry. "They have stopped," one of their number observed, "What now?" "We strike at those who sent their emmisary towards us." Lutheras said, pointing towards where the ones called "Russ-Keys" had fled to. "But they seemed to have attempted diplomacy with us," One of the younger Sisters pointed out. Bless her innocent mind, Lutheras thought. "Which means that we have the element of surprise against them. I saw one of the other ones, the ones who killed Spindler... he was watching us. If we attempt hostilities with them, our heads will fall apart, as did the Russ-Key's." He explained, asserting a firmer grip of the sharpened steel rubar he had in his hands which was arguably a spear. "The cowards over there, on the other hand, seem to have very poor judgement. We will slay them swiftly." He continued, tapping the spear against the ground a few times as he spoke. "Brother Lawsam, take the fallen diplomat's body back to the Shelter. We're running low on food and could have use of it later tonight."
(ZOMG tehy is canibulz!)
Willy saw the ruckus ahead. He told his men they weren't going to engage, and they didn't. Instead they continued down the crater. He was seeing smoke ahead. Rising from who knows what. They made their way towards the smoke being careful not show themselves. "Looks like theirs a lot of activity going on around here." said Karen. "There's something different about this crater." said Rugger. The terrain got rockier and he could see cement and metal sometimes laying on ground. They were not making much distance. "Lets take a rest guys." said Wally. They replied by all sitting down and taking a drink of water.
Hale watched the smoke from the hills as they crested yet another false peak. It was starting to look like his original estimate of a seven hour hike would be the more accurate guess. He grumbled. He and his men were far from tired by now, but it was frustrating having to walk for hours before reaching a location the Vertibirds could have dropped them off at. High Command and their god damned subtelty obsession.
"Sound off!" Hale chanted.
"One, Two!" The squad responded.
"Sunshine, rain or hail or snow!" Hale chanted.
"To the mountain top we go!" The squad chanted in response. Hale grinned as he and the unit went through several marching songs and chants. Jameson even sang a little song by himself. Something about lost love and Raglan Road.
Marvyn had soon enough heard the chants of several soldiers, "Dammit more Crusade soldiers, must've went off looking for me" Marvyn mumbled,with no cover nearby he could do nothing but sit and wait, like a lamb to the slaughter, the chants got closer and closer, louder and louder, soon enough the men had seen a dark figure laying in the dirt.
Hale spotted someone lying half-dead in the middle of the path. Bereft of a better course of action that didn't involve violence, Hale walked over and nudged the body with his boot.
"Hey, civvie, wake up. I want a word with you." Hale said. The man groaned something that sounded like I owned wadda geddub.
Jackson, assuming this was some kind of insult, cocked his M1911 over the man's head. Hale, having had to wake up his fiancé's younger brother on several occassions since her parents split up, knew exactly what the civilian had said. Hale rolled him over with his foot.
"I'll only say this one more time, get up, identify yourself, and state your business on government owned land." Hale said calmly.
"Hey what are you doin?" says with a scratch in his voice, "I need some help, I think I might of broke something on my hike here"
The band of robed weirdos continued to make their way towards the Soviet Remnant forces, their weapons hidden beneath their cloaks. One of them abruptly pointed up at where the men with strange weapons had went. "They ascend," he observed. Lutheras frowned. He could see that the interlopers had stopped momentarily, but it was abundantly clear where they were headed. He then looked back at those they were initially walking towards, who seemed to have taken notice of them, then turned away to face his followers. "So the others do seek to seize the Relic. Interesting. I apologise for my indecisiveness, but I feel we shall leave these... Russ-Keys to wallow in their own incompetence for now. We have more pressing matters to attend to." The group changed course and began tracing the path the Enclave squad had taken.
"Look, local, you're either gonna answer my questions, which, as I said, I will not be repeating, or you'll be taking a dirt-nap with baby Jesus." Hale said. "If you weren't listening to my questions, then keep talking, and maybe you'll answer them while you babble on and beg me not to put a bullet in you."
Hale pointed his M1911 at the man's face to emphasize his point.
"Ok ok, my name is Marvyn Taibot, I am here because I met a man who said he found a facility filled with pre-war tech, which is where I got this here power armor, I was on my way back, say you got any stimpaks or medical supplies, I think I broke my leg"
"Yeah, we got stimpaks, but those are for my soldiers. If you keep moaning about that broken leg, I'll break your skull to take your mind off it." Hale snapped. The fucking nerve, asking for meds. This Marvyn was lucky Jameson or Jackson hadn't shot him on sight.
Hale sat him up, and started to pull off the armor. It was like the old Advanced Power Armor. Like the stuff those secret service assholes wore. Much higher quality stuff than what the soldiers in the field, the real guardians of the Enclave had to use.
With Marvyn sitting there in a merc suit of some kind, Hale could see that the leg was only dislocated.
"Right. We need some anaesthetic before I can reset that. I'm gonna prescribe about two ounces of HOLD HIM STILL!" Hale finished on a roar. Jackson and Sommers grabbed Marvyn and held him firm as Hale forced his leg back into place. "There, all better."
"Hehe I like your style" Marvyn says as he holds back the pain, "I'm guessing you wont let me have my armor back hmm?"
"Nope." Hale said, as he signalled for Sommers to take the armor back to the pick-up point, which was guarded by a group of Enclave Elite, with their Tesla Armor, Gauss Rifles and Gattling Lasers. Fat chance of Marvyn getting his armor back from them. Still, Hale felt like a heel just taking the guy's only protection.
"Civilian, you are conscripted into the Enclave Armed Forces by the authority of the Conscription Act, October 20th 2077, applied by Major Christian Hale of the Enclave Special Operations and Unconventional Warfare Corps, until such time as you can arm yourself and leave in relative safety." Hale said. He had never used the full order of conscription before. It felt good. Sounded important.
"Stay behind me if you want to live." Hale said as he led the small, but momentarily growing group further up the trail.
Lutheras twitched as he heard a loud noise. It sounded almost like "HOLD HIM STILL!". Where the interlopers accosting someone? This meant that there were more interlopers. He silently gestured for his followers to move quicker, and so they did, picking up the pace for a good deal of time until the interlopers were visible in the distance once again. Lutheras lifted his monocular and peered at them, examining the scene.
"Ahh the Enclave, I thought something look familier bout you troops, lemme guess, you're looking for that building I was at, well I'm sure I can help you men with that, only at a price, if you're willing to pay it, that facility has loads of tech from what I heard, so if your gonna want my help getting there your gonna have to let me have some of that tech, if so I will show you the way there, I think you might need reinforcements though."
"What? Our classy behaviour? You're no ordinary local. That accent's not from around here, thats. . . Chicago. You Brotherhood rat! Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel punks!" Hale said. "You are now conscripted until such time as you arm yourself. At which point Jackson and Jameson and the rest of my unit will fill you with lead. We will then dance around your body for a while, after which we will resume our mission."
This day had just taken a nosedive. What in God's name were the Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel doing in Tennessee? Not minding their own damn business was what they were doing. And he said they might need reinforcements! The little prick was threatening them! But he'd been crawling away from the bunker with a dislocated leg. His own allies wouldn't do that to him. Even the Brotherhood weren't low enough to pull a stunt like that. So someone else had knocked the stuffing out of the Brotherhood, and were plundering the property of the United States of America! Hale needed to think about all this.
"Ex-Brotherhood, and don't think im calling in my old buddies, I dont need the old coots back at the bunkers to help me whomp your ass, besides I just came here for some tech, back at the bunkers, not after what they did to me, left me to die, makes me wish I was born into the Enclave then those cowards, at least your soldiers come back to rescue their fallen brothers instead of leaving them to die. The one thing that the Brotherhood did do is teach me the harshness of the fucking wasteland, besides killing me wont do any good." Marvyn replies with a smirk on his face.
the midshipman walked up to him "sir the capatalists seem to have picked up a follower" Ian nodded "try to avoid them if we can get to the center before them we should be able to recover the tech without them noticing"
"Don't be smug. Now that we know we're up against serious opposition, and we know where the facility is, killing you won't do any harm either." Hale said calmly. This Ex-Brother of Steel had one overinflated opinion of his own importance to Hale and his unit. In fact, since he claimed reinforcements would be needed, he had given away that there would be serious opposition. His armor gave away a hint of the tech contained within the bunker, as did his mere presence. Marvyn was next to useless to them now.
Hale moved on up the mountain. He considered breaking that Marvyn's leg again. Once a Brother, always a Brother, he had heard them say. Well, he had heard a prisoner with delusions of rescue say that. Hale looked around. He had no idea where the Russians were, where those robed abominations were, or where the yokel had gone. What he did know was that they were all headed for this same facility, and that he and his unit would need to pick up the pace to get a decent distance ahead, and a decent head-start in the search. He couldn't kill all of the Ruskies, otherwise there'd be very little point in monitoring their radio channels. He could happily kill yokel or the cape-wearing people, or he could just torture information out of the Russians. It wasn't like anyone could brand him a War Criminal for it.
"You know you should stop and ask for some reinforcements right now, Believe me, you're walking into a base full of angry ass Crusade troops" Marvyn says as they walk on the trail, sees his old pipboy laying on the ground, he walks over to pick it up hoping it might do him some good.
"A Pip-Boy? What, you Brotherhood degenerates kill pure-blood humans now?" Hale said. The Crusade. Fools and hypocrites. Cramped confines in the facility would negate their numbers, so as long as Hale and his unit watched their backs, they might pull this off. There was no way they were going to get reinforcements now anyway.
"No, they don't, at least I think they don't, I was actully born in a Vault."
Who were the crusade never mind "conscript 11 report!" scilence never mind the man was only a conscript hang on was that a man in Brotherhood armor."follow them"
"Fucking liar. First, you're asking for meds, then you're telling me I need reinforcements, and now you expect me to believe you come from a Vault?" Hale said. "Shut up now. Do not speak unless spoken to, or I'll cut off one of your digits."
This Marvyn fellow was giving him a headache. And those Russians were still nowhere to be seen. Likewise with the caped freak people. This day just kept going downhill.
As the group walk along the trail, Marvyn felt as if something bad was about to happen but he decided to keep it to himself, one of the soldiers had walked into a mine, hidden beneath the ground, the soldier's leg bursted as the explosion ploomed up, they walked into a minefield, set by the Crusade troops, the explosions woke the troops and sound an alarm, "GET UP GET YOUR ASSES UP! THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL, GET UP GET READY AND GET OUT!" the captin yells over the intercom.
taking control of my faction for awhile, heheh...
Crusade Captain Reust raored at the troops, ordering them to dress and ready equipment. Wearing a BRA A2 suit and carrying a G36C, Reust made his way to the front observation post, where several sentries were observing an area where the minefield had gone off. Reust truly felt intimidating in his new suit. It was light weight, and it felt kick ass. "Dignitary," Reust said, "get some A3 suited men out there with some miniguns and do some clearing. I don't feel like sending out a platoon to deal with those freaks again." Captain Reust said. The junior officer nodded, and ran off. Moments later, four men clad in BRA A3 suits and wielding standard mini-guns trundled out onto the mine-cleared safe path, and out towards the enemy. lets see hale have some fun killing these guys heheh...
Hale grabbed Marvyn. Maybe he'd come in useful right about now.
"Move. That way, you get killed by the mines." Hale said, his gun pointed at the back of Marvyn's head.
Then he saw the soldiers coming out of the bunker. They were wearing what appeared to be sentry bots. This day had gone from bad to worse to downright shitty.
"Cover!" Hale roared as the Crusader's miniguns whined into life.
Ian herd the wir of miniguns "squad move out and kill the capatilist scum" he readied his AK-47 and started shooting
Each one of the cloaked group tensed their muscles as gunfire could be heard within the facility. "The Relic!" One of them cried, alarmed. He was about to break into a dash towards the opening in the wall when a heavy, gloved hand clamped over his shoulder and literally yanked him back to where he stood. "Fear not, Brother." Lutheras hissed, half-way between reassuring and threatening in his tone. "It does not matter that they touch the Relic, but rather that they do not leave with it alive." The rest of the strange group nodded after a moment, mumbling hissing acknowledgements. "Let them tear one another apart. When they are maimed, they will provide no difficulty." They simply hid outside, watching as another group of interlopers entered the facility. If they were all against one another, then this was most fortunate...
lol ur puny AKs can kill us!!! muahahaha!!! no seriously, look at the armor's article. no way in hell will AKs kill those. you'll need some more firepower.
Reust laughed as the A3 suits trundled in the open, and fired upon both the pesky russians and their stupid enemies, both the enclave and the mutants. The mini-guns opened fire, spraying both the ruskies and the enclave. 5mm rounds tore into the russians as they did a classic WWII tactic of rushing the enemy. It didn't work. They were cut down as they foolishy charged the A3 suited men. The enclave fired back in mass, however, toppling tone of the giants, leaving only three of the massive troopers. Still, it was truely a site to behold.
With the miniguns blasting away, they hit multiple mines setting off a chain reaction of bombs and shrapnel flying everywhere, Marvyn is hit in the shoulder, he holds his soldier to stop the bleeding while dodging bullets. FanonCannon 18:58, 9 April 2009 (UTC)
Hale turned at the pop, pop pop sound of an AK firing. The bullets chewed up the ground around him, as the Crusade soldiers in their heavy armor moved up, firing their miniguns as they went. Hale waited for a lull in the firing as the Crusaders swept their fire to the far side of the path. Hale fired three shots, two to the chestand one to the head. The body shots just bounced off the Crusade armor, but the headshot finally silenced one of the behemoths.
"pull back.What are you shoting at us for were on your side" ian ran back round the set of bullders the midshipman and actual troups were hiding "midshipman pass me that mini gun"
Marvyn rips the piece of shrapnel out of his shoulder, and puts a bandage on his shoulder and sucks up the pain, with the Crusade troops getting closer and the russians getting mowed down, he rolls towards a dead russian soldier, and picks up an ak-47, he rolls back to cover and aims for the soldiers head, waiting for the right time to fire.
Reust watched as the A3 soldiers cleared more of the russian positions, Reust laughed as another mini-gun, not friendly, slammed into one of the A3 troopers. The A3 troops, bogged down by the rounds, turned opened fire, and caused the russians to drop again, trying in vain to avoid the hail of bullets.
Hale fired at another, one shot bouncing off the Crusader's chestplate, but the second one burst through the soldier's rebreather, killing him. Hale took the quick respite from being shot at to take stock of the situation. Marvyn was injured, and armed. Jameson and Jackson were pinned down by the last A3 soldier. Sanders and O'Neill were pinned down further back. Carter, Ryan and Huntings were lying dead, torn apart by minigun fire.
Ian ducked behind the rock again "jesus what does it take to kill these things." he grabed the midshipmans rocket launcher "eat this ase wipes"
"Ha!!! Look at these idiots!!!" Reust said, joking with the sentries. There was only one A3 soldier left, but he had probably killed more than half of the men on that field. Reust's alughter silenced as a missile slammed into the behemoth, smashing his chest plate and blowing him apart. Reust came back to reality. It still wasn't power armor, but when it camre to standard ballistics, those things could take a pummeling.
Wally watches the great commotion. He doesn't want to get involved. Not right now. "We're going to sneak up on the side of the bunker." he said. The squad members nodded and took position. Wally ran. And they followed. He hoped the commotion would heat up so that that would distract the Crusade soldiers, therefore allowing them to sneak in. But he noticed there was only one door. They came up on the side of the bunker and stopped. Wally peered around the corner hoping no one had spotted the squad. He saw that the group up ahead had stumbled in to a minefield. Satisfied, he shimmied along the wall until he came to another crevice in the bunker walls. He spotted some soldiers heavily armed run out. When he thought the path was clear he signaled for his soldiers to come up. "Rugger, Gab, Jackson come with me. The rest of you go hide. We can't have a whole squad sneaking through a Crusade bunker. The soldiers obeyed and ran of. Then the three made their attempt to get into the bunker.
Tired of watching men these men die by the hands of The Crusade, he goes in for the kill, lunging over mines and firing at the minigun wielding soldier, he fire multiple shots at the head while looking for cover, he gets close enough and shoots for the head once again, this time with succes, his head bursts open like a melon, Marvyns chest splattered with blood, and with the russians dead, he remembers what Hale said on the hike there, he is all out of ammo.
Hale wasn't in the mood to kill Marvyn right now. He just clubbed him with his M1911, leaving him in an unconscious heap. Hlae signalled for the rest of his unit to move up, toward the bunker door those monstrosities had come from. Hale was in the mood for killing those bastards from YorkTown bunker. 82nd Airborne. Traitors and cowards. Whoever was in command of the Crusade forces would die by Hale's hand. Either that or Hale would die in the attempt.
kk, reid. everyone check the talk page for troop deployments. this is how you should find them when you infiltrate.
"On second though, Rugger you need to follow them." The angry look on the boys face did not give Wally second thoughts. (I've been calling him willy sometimes lol). He peered through the doorway. There were no gaurds on duty. Most were preoccupied with other matters. He slipped in and hid behind a crate of medical supplies. He waited for the others to get in. He crept slowly until he got to a doorway. He could tell it was the exit to the other side. He walked slowly along, the whole time keeping his rifle at his side. He had detached the scope which meant that the clip size had grew and now it shot faster. And less accurately. Guzzo had designed it almost perfectly. The system could switch between close combat and medium distances with no problems. He walked along the seemingly desolate hallway until he heard footsteps. The three men all searched for a place to hide. They found an empty storage room. But there bad luck was just starting. The soldier must have heard him because he opened the door. As fast as lightning Wally sprang against the surprised soldier. He knocked the man to the floor. The armor clad man reached for a pistol but Wally had other ideas. He swatted the pistol away and wacked the poor man over the head with his rifle. He tried to punch the man to no avail. The armor was rock hard to his bony fist. He could hear more footsteps coming. Cursing he pulled the soldier into the closet where the three squad members finally knocked him out with a steel pipe found under some shelves in the closet. "Sorry we couldn't help immediately. We didn't want to alert the soldiers with gunshots." said Jackson. Wally nodded and sat back. Tired. (I put alot of writing into getting that guy. I have great respect for a crusade soldier. Especially in that cool armor thingy.)
Marvyn, being as strong as he is, woke up only after 20 minutes of getting the shit knocked out of him, he wakes up, with a terrible migraine, he walks over to the bodies of the dead russians and takes as much ammo as he can carry, he walks into facility seeing corpses lying all over the corridor, at the end of the long blood soaked corridor is an elevator, he walks into the 200 year old machine and the panel has 10 buttons on it, he chooses the 5th level hoping their will be some Crusade troops left to kill, the elevator creaking as it goes down makes it to the 5th level, the corridor is empty as he walks through the steel plated hallway, an alarm sounds and two laser sentries pop out of the ground, he jumps behind a group of barrels when two more sentries pop out of the ceiling, seeing not many options he blindly opens fire on the turrets hitting both of the turrets on the ground destroying both upon impact, he then opens fire the turrets on the ceiling destroying both as well, with the alarms sounding he quickly chooses which door to go through first, he hacks into the terminal on the door the four turrets were guarding finding out it is an armory, when he gets inside he finds a row of lockers full of combat armor to FN FALs and Uzis, Marvyn notices something at the right side of the room, a row of MK III Power armors, he quickly drops his gun and runs over to the shining suits of black, and disables the stasis field, feeling like a child on Christmas morning he puts the suit of armor on, grabs the FN FAL, and some ammo and heads toward the elevator.
Diego Escobar of the Seven Sins gang climbed out of the cockpit of his repurposed Sherman tank, its rusted components and crestfallen turret having long since fallen into intense disrepair. The man stroked his ebony goatee and hopped down to the ground, eyeing the crater. "Interesting," he thought to himself as he opened a bottle of Rad-X and took a handfull of the anti-radiation pills.
"Well, if the rumors are true, Oso," The man said in his slight Hispanic accent as he turned back towards the dilapbidated tank, "there should be enough tech in that hole to run our little racket for the better part of the next century..." And with that, he hopped down off a debris pile and headed for the entrance of the mysterious facility, keeping out of sight of whatever interference was in the area.
Hale tightened his grip on the Crusader's neck, then twisted, breaking it. He had found jumping these kevlar lined freakshows and killing them up close to be extremely effective if you got the drop on them. Otherwise, a shot to the head was necessary. This kevlar stuff was great for stopping bullets, spreading and absorbing a projectile's kinetic energy, rather than just reflecting it like power armor did, which could still hurt the wearer. At last, they had killed enough of the bastards to kit out the entire unit in this armor.
Hale stretched in the suit. It was a tight fit, and quite hot inside. Hale hoped he wouldn't have to go around in this stuff for long. With luck, they'd find some of that Advanced Power Armor MkII that the folks on the Oil Rig used to wear. That stuff was even better than the pathetic copy passed out on the front lines. The Secret Service used it. Hale was pretty annoyed at turning down a job with them after hearing that.
Marvyn jumped back into the elevator and went down to level 8, and saw a group of soldiers wearing kevlar armor, he aimed his FAL and right before shooting the Hale turned "Stop! Don't shoot me dipshit, it's Hale" he yelled, "Oh, thought you were one of them" Marvyn replied through, he had put his gun on his back and walked up to the group "You're not gonna shoot me right, not like that's gonna do much to this armor" says Marvyn.
erm... i dont have anybody on level seven or eight... at least not yet anyway...
Marvyn notices a window in a room behind the group and walks into the room finding out that the room is a lookout box over a large 1 mile long arena, he remembers the arena from when he was enslaved by the Crusade troops, while looking around Marvyn spots a chain link cage full of crates, Marvyn walks out of the room to inform Hale of his sighting.
Holmes followed Hale as he smashed into the doorway on the mini-bunker. He had to admit, Hale was in quite the rage right now. The sight of american troops firing at their brothers had really inflamed him. Hefting his assault rifle, he followed Hale and shot down the wounded trooper calling for help on an intercom. "Bastard." Hale said. Holmes sped ahead of Hale and checked the next corridor. What a suprise. Machinegun fire from a minigun filled the hallway. Holmes quickly dove back to the mini-bunker. "Anybody got a frag?"
Captain Reust radioed in to Jerusalem. "I need some airborne, if you can spare them, Control." Reust said." It had been days since they had last contacted allied forces. "We read you, Forsaken Battalion. Your quite undermanned right now. We'll fit out the remainder of your unit with whatever airborne we can spare. Control out." The radio clicked off. Cool. Now they'd have some decent guys in power armor, rather than this hot kevlar stuff with the rebreather crap. muahahaha!!! to enflame hale further, im actually gonna bring the airborne. que "blood upon the risers"
Hale ignored Holmes' request for a frag. This prick deserved worse than shrapnel. Hale pulled out one of a very few plasma grenades, and smeared some wonderglue along the side. He waited for it to go tacky, and lobbed the grenade underarm down the hallway. That minigunner was now screwed, with a plasma grenade stuck to his chest. A horrible gurgling scream marked his untimely demise. That kind of ingenuity was what had set Hale apart during BlackOps induction and training.
"Lets move." Hale snapped as he led the way to the door. He took stock of the corridor with a dentists mirror. One more soldier in that armor with the glowing eyes poking his head through a doorway. Hale was up and moving, firing a well aimed double-tap at the man's head, one bullet through each lense. Hale ran down the corridor, crouched so that he could drop to the ground quicker, in case another minigun opened up on them. His soldiers followed suit, moving quickly and closely, until they took cover in another strongroom further down the hallway. This place really was a bunker before it was an R&D facility, strongrooms and killing zones everywhere, dead ends and decoy rooms. Luckily, the Crusade didn't have a full analysis of the base loaded into their techies computer (a refitted Pip-Boy 2000). Now if only the Crusade didn't have numbers on them, Hale and his men might have been able to fold this up nicely before any other faction got an eye in.
Reust watched as the four VTOLs landed, their airborne spewing from their back hatches. The Airborne Captain greeted him. "The Airborne are at your service, senor. Where do you need us? It doesn't look like much is going on right now." The Airborne said. Reust nodded. "Get down to Level Two and Three as soon as possible. We need you to stop the enemy at it's source. Security Cams are showing these men are much more capable then their russian counterparts." Reust said. The solduer nodded, and then roared for the airborne to move double time. that's my last post as reust. if you encounter him, you are weapons free to kill him. im going to play as another crusade soldier from now on.
His BRA A1 suit tight and heavy, Corporal Hawkins (yes, the guy from my story in progress) stepped down the Level One corridor with Rice, who was the only soldier in an A1 NCO suit. Clutching his assault rifle tightly, Hawkins stopp ed as Rice ordered the men into position at the end of the last mini-bunker corridor leading into Level One. They had already sealed all the others with demo charges. Now, if they could close this, they could stop the enemy without having to use the Airborne. Ahead of them, the last known location of Patrol 8-6ER. The A3 gunner's location monitor had gone dark, and Hawkin's squad, having just finished with another demo, had been given the double duty of investigating while also closing the tunnel. The squad's own A3 gunner set up his mini-gun in the corridor, and began to warming the weapon up.
Hale was sweating the metaphorical bullets right now. He had heard this lot coming just in time for him to know they'd never get hidden in the rooms in time. In a spreadeagle position (a la Sam Fisher) up against the ceiling of the corridor, looking down at these men, who were in turn looking for him and his men. Marvyn had gone and climbed into a locker further down the hallway, right in the direction that this lot were taking. Hale hoped that he and his men had shot out enough lights for these Crusaders not to see them if they looked back down the corridor. At least his trainer back at Navarro had been right in saying: "They never look up".
Hale watched as the men moved along and turned a corner, and then came back, just as Hale and his men dusted themselves off from hanging around the ceiling for five minutes. Hale gulped at the sight of the minigun. Hale watched as the men saluted him. He had been wearing that Crusade armor the whole time! He hoped these guys hadn't been told the unit markings on the men he had stolen the armor from. Then he heard words he had dreaded hearing.
"You, soldiers, follow us. We wanna kill these insurgent bastards before those Airborne pricks swoop in and hog all the glory. As if they won't claim that they killed the enemy anyway." Rice shouted down the corridor.
"Sir, yes sir!" Hale responded, clicking his heels together and mimicking the soldier's salute. He kicked Marvyn's locker as he passed it, a signal to stay put until he could no longer hear Hale and his men.
Hawkins was suspicious. "Don't come any closer!!!" Hawkins roared, his assualt rifle raised. The soldier from Patrol 8-6ER looked suprised. "What are you talking about?" The soldier said. "Rice, look at their armor!!! One of em' has bullet holes in between the eyes, and the others have blood caked all over em' and other wounds!!! More importantly, how come they didn't report in!!!" Hawkins cried to Ruce, who was becoming suspicious himself. "Rather odd." Rice said. He raised his rifle, as did Harrison, DeSoto, and Savannah. Fesaj and Crow backed up alittle bit, and stood next to Drake, the A3 gunner. There was complete silence. Then the hallway errupted in gunfire.
"Jackson, I told you to wipe off the bloodstains, but NOOOOOO!" Hale shouted as he blasted the kneecaps of the minigunner, sending him sprawling across the floor. "Fuck you kid, why couldn't you be as thick as every other Crusade soldier on this base?"
Hale kicked a frag right back the way it came, forcing the Crusaders to dive for cover. Thankfully, they hadn't thought to cook the grenade first. Hale repeated the trick with the grenade and the Wonderglue, sticking a frag to the wall above the hiding enemy soldiers. Unfortunately, the blast didn't kill any of them, it did, however, disarm the hapless minigunner, who was still lying helpless in the middle of the corridor.
So the capatilst scum were in truble were they well that suited the remnant just fine they would infiltrate the base while these fools were fighting and recover the tech without them noticing.
Marvyn jumps out of the locker blasting his FAL at the nearest group of Crusade troops, killing each one, he walks down the corridor in his dark black power armor and picks the A3 minigunner up by the throat while the soldiers yells and kicks "Stop squirrming!" Marvyn yells at the soldier with a dark voice. The near dead soldier tries to take his combat knife out but Marvyn takes it and jams it into his arm, he then slams the man to ground killing him on impact, while the rest watch in horror.
Wally sneaked out of the bunker. The other soldiers beside him were walking at the same pace. They regrouped with the other three and continued on. The facility loomed ahead. Griping his R4 he ran through a few rocks nd hoped over the last one. Traversing the rocky terrain payed of because the squad was now in right beside the factory. They stealthily sped through a side door hoping to not alert any of the crusade. He heard the loud engines of a vertibird outside. "Reinforcements." he muttered to himself. The distant gunfire meant the enclave had breached the facility themselves. The factory seemed important now. Wally didn't know why but he knew there had to be an armory somewhere. He and his squad had to find it. No matter the costs.
Hawkins dove as Drake's knecaps got shot from under him. However protective the A3 variant was, it still wasn't power armor. Ducking into a small adjutment from the hallway, Hawkins turned back inward and fired, forcing the imposters to duck back alittle. "Hawkins, get those charges off of Drake!!!" Rice raored. Seriously? Another death charge? How many times had Rice ordered him on these suicidal missions since New York? Making a silent sign of the cross, Hawkins dove for Drake, who was still squirming to get out of the line of fire. Hawkins pressed the trigger on the minigun that Drake had emplaced. Jamming the trigger in, and causing the minigun to fire sporadically, Hawkins grabbed the charges, threw to them to the waiting Rice, and dove again back for cover, all the while bing sprayed by small arms fire.
He saw the minigun on the ground, Marvyn puts his FAL on his back and reaches for the minigun, as the Crusade troops fire at him it does little damage. He revs up the minigun and fires at Hawkins and drake getting multiple shots into Drake.
The robed group (I really need to come up with a name for them) quietly made their way into the bunker after waiting for the gunfire to stop in futility. So they would have to end this conflict themselves, Lutheras thought. Many of the group bowed their hooded heads as they walked, as they knew they stood on hallowed ground. Just why this place was so holy, Lutheras did not know. In truth, he didn't even know what the Relic he sought to protect was. It was beyond his station to question the wisdom of the Elder Priest, who was waiting for them back at the Shelter. The group held their scavenged firearms closely to their chests as they moved in relative silence. Lutheras, however, punctuated their journey with the tapping of his spear, which he seemed to be using as a sort of walking stick, against the flooring.
The sounds of battle continued to grow louder and louder as the the group followed the trail of corpses in dark armour, their fiery orange eyes still burning even though they breathed no more. Some of the Brothers bent down to scavenge better weaponry from them. Lutheras knew they would need it to slay these interlopers.
Escobar pulled the Trench Gun off of his back and scanned the surrounding area with a small duralite taped to the side of the barrel with a length of "ECONO-ROLL" Super Tape. Slowly and quietly, the mobster inched into the landing of level one and looked around. "Well," he thought to himself as he lowered his shotgun, "I guess this is as good a place as any to find the fossil fuels for my tank. And maybe a new gun or two... Or three or four or five."
Keeping the shotgun out, Diego walked into the main room on level one.
"Hold your fire, dammit!!!" Rice roared. "Did I say you could open fire?" Rice raored again. Hawkins sighed. He counted the odds. They had lost Drake, Savannah, and Fesaj. Harrison, DeSoto, and Crow were still alive, however, and maintaine dpositions. Hawkins peeked down the corridor. The imposters were still waiting. Small arms fire errupted again. But not at Rice's men. Instead, the imposters were firing at something behind them, and were being forced to move towards Hawkins and company. Lucky break. Hawkins raised his rifle and opened fire.
Marvyn decided enough was enough, he jumped over the barricade and kicked Hawkins in the chest and stomped on his weapon. Marvyn hits Hawkins with the butt of his FN FAL.
More Crusade soldiers run down the corridor and they see Marvyn, they open fire but most of them miss. One of the bullets hits a generator causing it to explode, Marvyn is blown back along with Hawkins and Rice, Hale and his fellow Warriors are protected from the barricade but are in the line of fire of the Crusade soldiers down the corridor. Hale takes out pistol and blasts 3 of the soldiers in the head while the rest jump behind the wall. Hale feels a rumbling in the ground while the rest of the Warriors are firing away at the Crusade soldiers, as they are all fighting green water starts dripping through the ceiling. "What the fuck is dripping on me?!" yells a soldier, a crack forms in the ceiling.
The Crack in the ceiling soon turns to a hole, with the green water falling out, growls like the ones Marvyn heard when he first came to this hellhole are back, he knows what he is up against so he lets go of Hawkins and walks off. Leaving Hawkins puzzled but angered he stands up and grabs his pistol, right as he aims for Marvyn's head a trog pops out behind the three Crusade soldiers "AH crap what is that thing?!" "I DONT KNOW BUT JUST KEEP SHOOTING!!!" the captin yells, then the trog grans a hold of one of the soldier's head and inserts his claws into his cranium, blood gushes out of his head as the Deathclaw sized trog holds onto the man's head. the horrified captain fires his 44. magnum but it only makes the subhuman angrier, it lets go of the man and pounces at the captain, he swings his claws and it pushes the captain 5 feet back. Then the creature proceeds to ripping organs out much like in a horror movie. Marvyn walks into a door down the corridor where Hawkins and Marvyn were fighting, Hawkins tries run after him but his injuries from the fight are to serious.
Hale rolled his eyes and opened fire on the Trog. The heavy-duty ECP rounds, while not quite up to scratch with magnum rounds, did some serious harm to the rather fleshy trog. It staggered backwards, away from the Crusaders. Hale moved along the corridor, firing until his clip was empty. Dropping the empty clip to the floor as he used his other hand to retrieve another clip from his belt. Reloading and chambering a round, Hale kept firing at the now reeling Trog. With a wordless snarl, Hale holstered his pistol and drew his M72. He fired a shot right into the Trog's eyes. Lucky shot, the Trog's head disintegrated.
Hale sloshed through the water towards the Crusaders. They were all in various states of shock and damage, and Hale was not in a compassionate mood. The minigunner, still alive, through some miracle, after being slammed by a powered armored leviathan, stomped by a Trog and kneecapped, tried to sit up. Hale put a bullet between the man's eyes. It was about time someone showed the poor man some mercy (its not Drake, it's token gets-shot-a-lot soldier with a big gun).
Marvyn walks back into the corridor where the men were attacked, he was reloading his clip and looked up "Yep, troggs and these are no normal troggs either, when I went into that room I saw an operational terminal which had information on these troggs, they are advanced types which the Enclave experimented on, they wanted to see where they came from and what kind of disease it is." Marvyn said.
Lutheras froze on the spot as the sounds of gunfire he was tracking were suddenly intermixed with roaring and screaming, the latter of which stopped soon enough and the former being halted by the sound of the strange weapon one of the interlopers had previously used to execute the would-be messenger. That roaring. Lutheras had heard it before. Indeed, he'd encountered many a skinny, scampering beast in the remnants of the sewers underneath the Shelter. They gave shrieks and sputtered out the vestiges of what was once intelligent thought - but this one sounded different. Louder. He knew that as a rule of thumb in this world, louder meant either closer, or larger. It was presumably both.
If it was no longer roaring, then it was dead, but if he knew anything about those creatures and their instincts, there would be more of them. He gestured for his Brothers to stay put and reached into the folds of his robe, taking hold of something underneath his armpit and pressing a button. It gave a distinctive whine and an electical fizzle as Lutheras seemed to fade out of existence momentarily, baffling his followers. Then, a faint, shimmering ripple in the air where he once was confirmed that he was still there, but soon enough the ripple was out of sight as he proceeded into the facility, Stealth Boy activated. He would locate the interlopers and stalk them, pick them off while they licked their wounds.
Hale looked on as another Trog, this time normal sized, clambered down from the chamber above them. It looked mighty pissed that it's alpha male was now dead. Hale sidestepped as it leaped at him. It's claws failed to gain purchase on the floor, still covered in a film of water. Hale, either unwilling to waste ammunition, or in a particularly violent mood, kicked it to the ground as it tried to stand, and without hesitation, stamped on it's head, neck and chest, over and over until the water on the floor had been replaced with blood and mangled brain matter.
"Are you fucking with me or what?" Hale roared as another standard sized trog dropped from the hole in the ceiling, followed by one with a ridiculously proportioned head. Hale shot the bigheaded one between the eyes, and shot the normal one in the heart. They both slumped to the floor, dead as dead could be.
"Hey hey save your energy and your bullets Hale, we are gonna need both for what were gonna be facing, there has gotta be more of these things around here. We are gonna have to work together to kill these bastards, now I know you're policy about not helping us "vermin" but believe me you are gonna need me now then you need your gun!"
Right after Marvyn made his statement a large trog broke down the door "SEE WHAT I MEAN!" Marvyn yells, he reloads his FN FAL and fires at the trogg's head but the creature is shielding the bullets with his arm, being that it's arms are as strong steel and has the stopping power of Kevlar, the trog is getting closer and closer as Marvyn shoots and shoots, the trog get's close enough and swats at Marvyn. Right as the creature swats Marvyn hits the trog in the head and it stumbles back in a daze, Marvyn blasts it in the head with a splash of blood and brains, Marvyn stands tall covered in a red paste, he wipes his helmet clean and asks Hale "Hehe got a towel?"
Hale was about to shoot another Trog as it poked it's head through the door when a guttural howl echoed down over, of all things, the Master PA System. So the rumors about this place and Bioweapons testing were true. Of course, Hale had never expected some kind of SuperTrog to be the Bioweapon. Something like those abominations they made in Austin, maybe, but Trogs? That was poor judgement at its finest. Hale looked around as he heard sloshing. None of the Crusaders had moved, apparently shocked into complacence by Hale and Marvyn's displays of violence. Hale raised his gun as he spotted the characteristic shimmer of a Stealth Field. Everyone but his own men looked at him as if he was losing it. His men, knowing what damage a cloaked foe could do, pointed their weapons at the shimmer, barely visible in the darkened hallway. If it wasn't for that slosh, that cloaked whatever-it-was could have killed them all quite happily.
Lutheras stopped on the spot. He glanced over his shoulder briefly to see some distortion around roughly where the back of his feet should be, along with a trail of greenish water leading behind him. He made a slight step backwards. The distortion increased, and a distinctive dragging, sloshing noise could be heard. So his robe had became slightly wet, and that had given him away. How utterly wonderful. Carefully, Lutheras took a few more steps bacwards. Normally even if they knew where you are, with a Stealth Field, they couldn't tell exactly where your head, neck and torso where, which still meant that you had a chance against them, even if they had guns. But there was at least four of these men, all staring intently at him and all with weapons pointed at him. Carefully, he raised his spear in both hands, holding it horizontally out in front of him. One of the men saw the motion by the ripples of the Field and cocked his gun to re-iterate the point. With that, he tossed the spear forward, which seemed to materialise from nowhere as it left the Stealth Field. It hit the floor and rolled towards one of the men harmlessly. With one hand still in the air, he reached into his robe and tapped another button of the device. After another moment, he came into view in front of them. Making an exaggerated bowing gesture, he folded his arms over his chest and kept his head faced down.
"... won't harm you... same... side..." He rasped quietly, his voice muffled by the cloth enshrouding his warped features. He hoped this would work. If it didn't, he hoped he was alive long enough to alert the rest of the Brothers.
"Well, if you're here to tell us that we should leave your holyground, I'd like to say that it was my people who put this holy ground here in the first place. I'd also like to remind you what happened to the last moron who tried to turn us away." Hale said, barely hiding the contempt in his voice for the mutant. Abomination. Should have killed them straight off the bat, removed the complication.
Hale picked up it's crudely sharpened piece of rebar. This Crusade armor they were wearing wouldn't have put up much resistance to it. Hale sighed and pulled off his BRA hemlet, and his unit did the same. They were all the epitome of the pure human, tall, strong, straight teeth, broad shoulders and a full head of hair. The polar opposite of this hunchbacked, rasping beast. Hale was between two minds whether or not to put it out of its misery right now. It would be the kindest thing to do, really. But first, Hale would listen to what this thing had to say.
Lutheras twitched as they mentioned Spindler. Still, there was little he could do at this point. If he made a move now, he'd be filled with bullets. At a rough guess, he thought he could probably kill two of them before the injuries and the rest of the group caught up with him. At which point he'd be dead. What also irked him was their utter blasphemy. They were responsible for the holy ground? He felt like flaying the pathetic, wretched non-believers then and there. Still, they hadn't shot him yet, which meant they were considering him. He couldn't ruin it there. Retaliation would have to wait. He watched them carefully for a moment as they removed their glowing-eyed helmets. Removal of headware was a way of signifying that you were at peace, a custom among the Brothers. That meant that they at least didn't consider him a threat, which was either good, or bad, depending on how one looked at it.
It occured to him that they were the cleanest people he'd ever seen. Lutheras himself was the opposite, in their eyes at least. He went to carefully tug his own hood down, to return the percieved gesture of acceptance, but stopped before he'd even touched the cloth as he realised that doing so would only give them more incentive to shoot him. He was confusing the customs of those of the Fraternity with interlopers. Their removal of their helmets had nothing to do with acceptance. They still hated his existence, and he felt the same to them. He lowered his hands to his sides slowly and bowed his head once again, not suffering himself to look upon the blaspheming vermin.
"I wish to know... what goes on... here. Invest...igate." He drawled out slowly. He also wished to end these cretins on the spot, but that would come later. But in truth, his curiousity had been piqued. He wished to know just what had happened here, what the Relic really was. "Your presence is... tolerated. Nessecary, even, at this point. But I desire to know..." He extended his arm, outstretching a single gloved finger in the direction of a Trog's corpse, "... why that is... here." After a moment, he held out his arms in front of him. To an observer, it was unclear as to whether he was asking for a great, big hug or whether he just wanted his spear back.
Marvyn was puzzled as the Ghoul rambled on, he heard another roar, blood dripping from his suit only made more of a target.
The trog lunged at Marvyn screaming with it's claws in the air, Marvyn shot but missed and was hit to the ground. The creature was about to tear Marvyn's head of when Haleblasts it's head open "Damn Hale your on a role, you saved my hide once again! And I thought the Enclave killed wastelanders" Marvyn said while trying to shake Hale's hand "Who the fuck do you think I am Marvyn? Another one of your wasteland friends, get off of me" Hale says enraged.
"Sir the swine have infiltrated the base and are under attack by a form of mutant".Ian smiled "We will catch them unaweres then locate and recover the tech.For the Motherland!".Picking up there AK's and Bolt Action rifles the men of the squad made there way to the base.
15 minutes later"
The squad had arived at the lowest level of the base."Fan out and secure any and all technology".Ian himself ran into the lowest level pushing his way past mutant bodies.Someone must have cleaned them out he thought.