Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-3293219-20170130234945

(If you want to simulate what the mayor's going through, then be my guest! :D)

''"Yankee, hotel, foxtrot..." ''

Those damn words...

''"Yankee, hotel, foxtrot..." ''

What the fuck do they even mean!?

''"Yankee, hotel, foxtrot..." ''

What am I supposed to do with them!?

''"Yankee, hotel, foxtrot..." ''

'Enough! Stop this madness, just shut up!'

''"Yankee, hotel, foxtrot..." ''

"Mister Mayor!" Kayleigh finally interjected, making him jump out of his skin, panting heavily as he propped his head up with his hand, he quickly glanced up to her, realising that she'd been sat in attention for some time now.

"Sorry..." He sighed, running his hand down his rather scarred face, most of the scars were hidden behind an unkempt beard, that almost made him look like a wildman.

"Kayleigh..." He paused, to groan, he could feel the voice coming back.

"Do you mind putting the radio on? Any station, static would do, I just can't have silence."

"Course!" Kayleigh said, rather hurriedly as she rose to her feet, turned around and rushed on over to the control panel, turning the dial and letting the sweet sound of static fill the vacuum of silence that stood before it, this got the mayor to sigh in relief as he sat back into his chair.

"Thank you... I'm sorry, it didn't used to be this bad..." He explained, pulling a sheet of paper over to himself from the far side of his desk.

"It used to be if I stopped concentrating, now it's... always there."

"I know... Still no look in decoding it?" The Red-Haired guard Captain asked, leaning back in her chair and crossing her leg over the other as the veteran simply shrugged.

"Nope, trust me, I've been at it for years... I only know one person who could even guess what the shit this is and they're dead... Not that I regret killing them but, y'know."

"Yeah... I knew a guy, a scientist, who was pretty smart. Maybe he'd know but... He died, a few years ago. Old age comes to all of us, even the immortal it seem."

"Heh, I know that better than anyone." The Mayor sighed, leaning forward and bringing his hands together.

"Anyway... I've got a job for you, it's important... it's high risk and I've considered doing it myself and leaving you in charge of this place but... I'm not sure if I'm ready to be out there again."

Kayleigh nodded, looking down at the sheet as it was slid over to her, prompting her to nod and take it as she examined it. She immediately noticed the subject matter, narrowing her eyes before lowering the document and noticing that the Mayor's brown eyes had met her's from across the desk and were locked on as he got ready for her reaction.

She glanced back again, looking down to the sheet, from the looks of it one of the scouts had been combing the wastes for an old friend of her's and he'd found sign of him, out in the wastes...

"Tanner..." Kayleigh murmured before looking up to the Mayor, with a worried gaze.

"Why... What do we need Tanner for?"

"Kayleigh... This Wasteland is baron, cruel even, we're going to need allies to call upon if we're attacked. I've sene it first hand, how much a community can prosper if they've got power armoured boyscouts like these people at their backs. We supply them food, they supply us protection, I've them do it all along the West Coast.

I don't know how else the contact them, not in the Royal Wasteland at least. All that I know is that we're a target out here, you and I are good at looking after ourselves but if we want to do more than survive and truly thrive in this shit hole, we need some big guns to call upon.

Tanner is an easy foothold, into Elder Maxson's office... Assuming that's who he's with, of course... Whoever he's with, if they're expanding out this way, they'll need us to feed them, they're too proud to farm their own crops."

"I... I understand, I can look for him but I don't know where to look..." She admitted, with a sigh, getting the Mayor to nod before leaning back.

"Sadly, neither do I... We've had one sighting of him, he's not one for drawing attention to himself, he's a hard man to find, maybe he knows he's being followed? Maybe he's on some sort of covert operation... Whatever it is, you might not simply find him by going around and asking, like he's a damn shop keeper." The Veteran sighed, leaning forward, sighing heavily.

"Okay, look... I don't want to sound like I'm using you here but... I know that you two were... close once and that might be an advantage for you. I'm not asking you to use him or to go against your judgement but..."

Kayleigh nodded, hurriedly, giving him a faint smile.

"I don't think there'll be anything there anymore... That was nearly ten years ago, we were both a lot younger back then."

"You'd be surprised." The Mayor sighed, rising to his feet as he stepped around and extended his hand as kayleigh rose to her feet, quickly grasping hold of it and shaking it.

"Good luck out there, if you need me..."

"I know... The beacon... Doubt Tanner will approve of me having it, given that it's 'borrowed' Brotherhood tech but..."

"Pfft... That dead paladin wasn't going to use it anyway." The Mayor shrugged before turning back to his desk and taking a seat, Kayleigh respectfully nodded before seeing herself out...

(I'll start tomorrow, my parents are being dicks about me going to sleep tonight. :/)