An attack on Warehouse Zulu by the hitwoman Shrike eradicates whatever sense of security the Devil's Brigade thought they had. Any carefully laid plans have come unraveled, and chances of success are slim. Will the Brigade regroup, or will they go to pieces against increasing adversity?
1. The date is July 3, 2290.
2. You can be a Human, Ghoul, Supermutant, or Synth.
3. You must post a character card before posting. You can have as many characters as you want, provided that you can handle it.
4. Don't be OP (should speak for itself). VATS is disabled. Guns and gun wounds work like real life. You cannot survive three bullets to the head, et cetera. Armored characters be it metal or skin obviously have the edge.
5. You cannot kill (or control) other people's characters, without their consent. Same goes for amputations and maiming. Named NPCs cannot be directly controlled by the players, without the GM's permission, for story purposes.
6. Take the RP seriously, shit posting will get you banned. I don't care how bored you are or how many pets you've lost. Don't hijack the story and change its purpose, you're more than welcome to make your own RP doing that. Anyone who leaves (without a good reason) will not be allowed back in. This is to stop people from taking the RP hostage, by constantly leaving/threatening to leave.
7. Please use common sense when adding a character. The story relies upon the inherent threat Shrike presents. Do not make a character that Shrike would have no desire to kill (such as a bag merchant) or a character that Shrike would be incapable of killing. If your character can’t be hurt by Shrike, doesn’t care about Shrike, or isn’t afraid of Shrike, then what the heck would they be doing here?
S. P. E. C. I. A. L. (Optional):
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Background: Keep in mind that your character’s background is the reason they were contacted by Miller or Shrike is coming after them. Refer to rule #7.
Stranded in Montana, the Legends have only one way to go: forwards. Seattle lies a thousand miles to their west, beyond the Cascades. It's a month long journey and more likely than not, the entirety of the outside world thinks they're dead. With no active radio towers in the area, their earpieces have become useless. Supplies are limited and unknown horrors lie within the unexplored wasteland of BIG SKY.
Naomi hoped that she could flip the safety latch, like last time. she tried it, silently praying.
Denis immediately got to work, putting some bulbs in, he was able to find a laser pointer, that he could take apart and repurpose, making the laser far more powerful and a replicating it to be so much smaller. It had to be the size of a fingernail, to not increase the size of the eye.
"How would you like it to work? A remote? A clamp in the side of your head?" Denis offered, not entirely sure at this point.
"Hmm... I could give you a cybernetic eye socket, if you like. The more mechanical it would be, the better the control." Denis offered, not entirely sure if she'd be down for a stranger operating on her.
"I like 'em... I'd tame one, if I had somewhere to put it." Naomi shrugged.
"Maybe ride it, like some sort of giant, eight eyed horse."
"Got the goggle aspects of it set up... Though I considered adding a small processor, with an auto hack in it? Maybe then you could hook the eye up to computers and hack them, while doing other things?"
(Naomi shot the nuclear reactor that was the Vault's core. They all blew up and died, the end.)
There was no speaker, the voice emanating from the computer console and generator itself. The bullet riccochetted off the generator, bouncing around the steel room. Josey ducked, pulling his arms in to avoid catch it.
"Are you fuck'n retarded?!" He shouted over the noise.
"Irregularity." The voice said once more, and then was silent. The red light faded.
"I don't want to tell you." Denis admitted, scratching his head.
"This is a personal thing for you and I can't tell you... I'll be happy to do whatever it takes, to make you happy. You're such a great woman, scientist and friend and I'd hate to say or do anything to destroy that."
There was no option to shut that bitch computer lady up. It was actually entirely unclear where that voice had come from.
The Vault's experiment had been to isolate a bunch of biologists, psychologists, and engineers in the Vault with top of the line equipment. They were instructed to attempt to distill mankind's greatest fears into a single entity. Some where along the way they created giant spiders.
They were huge. 20,000 lbs (9000 kg if for some reason this American woman needed that in metrics) on average, the size of a dump truck and a half. They had the weaknesses of regular spiders, but being that they were twice the size of an elephant that was rather moot. One could not step on an elephant.
There was. The scientists had created a sort of signal that, when activated, would ring out over a distance of two thousand miles and cause spontaneous combustion within all arachnids larger than a minivan.
Unfortunately, the trigger for it was a large cell tower on the other side of the mountains, where they were already headed.
"Hmm... In that case, I'll suggest that you don't shut yourself away but nothing further happens." Denis shrugged, stepping up.
"I think it'll be the best of all possible worlds."
"From what I can tell? Even if you can, it only kills the spiders, it shouldn't do anything to you." Naomi said, she was quite aware of these kinds of frequencies and what kinds would be needed for insects. Shanks would hear it but wouldn't be hurt in any way.
"You have..." Denis sighed, sighing heavily as he glanced down to the floor.
"I'm glad I got to know you, like that though. I think... Even ten years ago, when that stuff happened more often? I still think it would've been special... amazing even. I just think it'd do a lot of harm, if it happened again."
Morgan turned away, with a quiet sigh. She ran a hand through her hair and slowly sank down into her seat. She closed her eye, getting used to the new mechanical one. Shame her excitement for this was clouded by what was happening with Denis.
Denis immediately got to work on Wilkes' leg brace, hooking up an alien power cell to it to keep it going. He replaced the knee cap with the superior alien metal and made anything that would bend a lot more flexible.
"Agreeing with Jesse James here for once", Shanks scoffed. "I have had my fair share of Vaults to last for centuries. Literally speaking. If I see much as see another Vault door, I will bang my head to pieces. Let's just leave this hole already."
"Right, I forgot you are an after-blaster", he shrugged. "Back in my days there were these things called history books, accounting the tales of 'actual' Western legends; Billy the Kid, Wild Bill Hickock, Wyatt Earp, Jesse James, Butch Cassidy, to name a few."
"Anybody but you", Shanks snorted followed by a short guttural laugh. "Guess that's saying something about the degeneracy of women these days, deadmeat. They'd rather hang out with freakshows like me than to so much as even look at your moldy mess of a face. That's got to hurt somewhere in those shrivelled old bones of yours."
"Oh yeah, I'm just bawling my eyes out every night. Woe is me," Rick threw his hands up. This guy was just no fun to mess with. You throw an insult at him and he comes back with this long-winded rambly deep-personal bullshit. Why couldn't he just respond with a middle finger and move on like everyone else?
"Anyways... We got a radio tower to turn on, don't we?" Rick said. "Let's get movin' before Lassie here goes rabid."
Shanks could hear Rick's lame attempts at Old Yeller jokes from a distance, but cared little. There were worse insults. He instead brought up his Pip-Boy to scout the location of the tower. He looked up to get some sort of orientation of his surroundings.
"My Dad's Project... The erm, super water purifier. He worked his whole life, trying to get it to work and we finally did. Unfortunately, the Enclave took hold of it and weren't giving it up, without a fight. Bastards sabotaged it." Denis murmured, scratching his beard.
"If we didn't turn it on, it would explode, along with the Jefferson Memorial. It'd kill us and everyone for... God knows how far.
If we turned it on though, we'd be trapped in a chamber, pumping out an ungodly amount of rads. One of us had to go in and turn it on and whoever did, wasn't coming out." Denis thought on it a little before shrugging.
"It was her or me, figured it should be me... To be fair, I was going to get Fawkes or the robot to do it but there wasn't time... They were out in the hallway, fighting off some Enclave re-enforcements and by the time I'd reach them, the place would've been a crater in the ground.
So yeah, hit the switch, took fuck knows how many rads in the process but... it saved everyone, so I didn't mind. Woke up two weeks later, Sarah woke up a few weeks after that..."
"Fine by me." Naomi shrugged, glancing around.
"I'll take first watch... Hope you don't mind if it's a little shorter than usual but I'm a little fatigued."
Psychomantis108 wrote: "How many languages do you speak? From what I hear, you talk to tribals, speak a little spanish and latin. Is that just... part of the Courier job?" Naomi asked, finding herself interested.
"First two are a reality of the job, yeah. Latin's from Arcade. Live with him for a decade, you pick things up. Useful for dealing with the Legion."