Bren's story as he becomes a Pit Slave, a continueation of the Return
Bren was still knocked out on the cart and he was on his way to the Pitt
One Year Later, The Pitt
Bren just arrived, he heard of this place, but what he saw was hell, he hoped his friends were ok, but now.... it was time for
??: HEy new Shit, get over hear
Bren walked to the Man who was writing down names
Bren: Bren tenkage
??: Uhh Huh.... skills?
Bren: Well I'm good at hunting rifles, and I been known to kill Deathclaws
??: I wanted answers, not storys Shit
Bren: Sorry Sir
??: Know that you have to respect those better then you, thats a good thing, anyway someone already bought you, some guy who likes Fighter, someone to go into the Hole and fight--Brengarrett 00:10, 16 April 2009 (UTC)
Fniff1 10:40, 16 April 2009 (UTC)
"Or maybe do some help in the steelyard!" A slaver laughed nastily.
A young kid went up. "I could fight. This guy dosn't look like he can do sh*t." The kid says.
Bren's item's were taken from him, they were to be delivered to his new owner
"Well this is it, my life of a slave...I hope Dejan is doing well, and I hope he takes care of Skyler's Gaunlet that he was holding on before we seperated" He thought as he walked to the The area he was supposed to meet his owner, he looked around seeing workers being whiped, and Woman wearing clothes that they might as wlel have been naked, he was in hell
"Digara, please watch over me" He thought as he saw his new Master looking at him
(Cue the new guy)
"humm a hunting rifle,a set of combat armor this new guy had more equipment than your average slave."he looked the man down not what you expect from a slave. "right boy put this on first i hate what the slaves are made to wear" he tossed the boy a set off merc clothing "now introductions are in order i am Nargul one of ashurs most trusted advicers mess with me and most likely your'l end up on the sharp end of my infiltrator or being punched by me in power armor.So don't mess with me got IT" the man nodded "now what's your name" poor kid he thought the boy couldn't be much older than he was when he was brought to the pit.
"Bren Tenkage Sir, former leader of a Merc Group, as for that Rifle take care of it, I had since I was 13" Bren said with as much respect he could muster, compaired to everyone else, this guy was a saint
Bren began dressing and Nargul ntoiced the scars, and the Prostect and even the ghoul skin that was up to his lower waist
Nargul reared as he saw the ghoul skin on the boys waist "a ghoul huh actually here in the pit that might work to your advantage" He checked the boys rifle nothing specail but it might be worth keeping."right boy here in the pit you have 2 choices 1.Work in the mill or 2.work in the steelyard but if you go there don't get in my way i quite offten go there for a bit of trog hunting.Il let you chouse boy"
Bren thought for a second then he Decided " I will take the Steelyard, oh and not to be cheeky, but I'm part ghoul, you see if you ever have an exposed blood line, and you got a lot of radation, your blood becomes ghoul....shame too non radated food tastes like Mole Rat meat" Bren says "So uhh Nargul was it? What do you want me to do?"
John Hale sat in a rail car, slowly trundling into the Pitt. The giant welcoming sign hanging over the bridge was forboding in the extreme, as was his mission. He was to infiltrate the Pitt under the cover of a Slave Buyer and await further instructions. And that was all those fucking senators had said! He did not sign on for this shit! He was a soldier, not a dog to be ordered around and told to do something without being told why. He had hoped all that stuff in the Void would be the end of all that Too-much-cloak-not-enough-dagger stuff from the Senate, but nooo! Since he signed on to the secret service, he was doing nothing but spying on people who were doing nothing!
Hale spat out the side of the train as it pulled up and stopped. He stepped off the train, looked around at the platform, the slaves in the front carriages had got off at an earlier platform, and now, Hale was standing looking at security guards, and what appeared to be a tour guide. The man was wearing black and yellow power armor, which made him look like a giant wasp, and carrying a shotgun. Hale smiled. He had no idea what to say!
"My name is Jack Plisken. I'm here looking to find a decent investment." Hale said, in a thick Boston accent. He hoped it sounded convincing. This wasn't like Paradise Falls where you could beat hell out of the guards and pass it off as one of them muttering something about your mother. The man in the wasp suit waved him into the Pitt, and Hale, taking his time, moved through a ramshackle gate, looking around for his further instructions. There was a man with a sign saying "Plisken" standing on the far side of the filthy street. Hale walked over to him, and the man handed him a package.
"Follow me Meester, follow me. I work very well weeth you. You see!" The repulsive little runt hissed as Hale took the package and followed him.
Bren was following Nargul to the steel Yard, Bren was givin his rifle to use, but he was warned about trying to make a break for it
"So what are we looking for?" Bren ask's
"were looking for steel thats all steel is the backbone of the pits economy so what we need to find sources of it.Do well and i might put your name forward as a candidate to be free'd"
--Cerebral plague 20:14, 16 April 2009 (UTC) (Elves are slaves though. He keeps them up north so they can't escape.)
Nargul shot 2 trogs in the head as he led bren to the testing area "right kid for here on in it's up to you,Bring me 20 ingots when you leave if you don't well you cant leave" He started running back to the mill door burst it open and spoke to everett "release the raiders" everett nodded.Nargul smiled that outfit he gave bren was laced with a chemical that atrakted trogs with that and the raiders the kid would either die or make it out alive in which case well the boy would be perfect as one of his bodyguard's.
He reached the betting room "Well boys place your bets how long will the kid last"
"I bet one ingot and 400 caps on the boy making it out." Hale said calmly. The boy would make it out. That "Meester, Meester!" fella had turned out to be a secret service agent with a roll of honour longer than Route 66. Black belts in this, that and the other, urban marksmanship, CQC distinctions and more, and he didn't always use that annoying accent all the time either. Hale had him keeping an eye on the Steel Yard. His job was to pull as many ingots out of that place as he could. And this kid was the perfect catalyst for it. Hale gave a sly smile.
Special Agent James Walker moved across the mangled canopy of the Steel Yard. It really was like a metal jungle out here. And he was like some kind of top level predator. He was a man among apes. More importantly, he was a man with a high-powered rifle among apes with poor-quality pop-guns. Now all he had to do was keep an eye on this kid for Mr. Plisken and hope that the kid made it out. They could rob that Nurgal chap later.
"you seem rather certain of the boys sucsess if he makes it out would you sponser him for freedom?"
"Now why would a cattle dealer sponsor a cow for freedom?" Hale said, extending his arms out to the side as a gesture that the joke meant no offense. The other slavers at the table laughed. Idiots. Not a one of them knew what a cow was. Fucking imbeciles. Hale looked around the room. Only one other man in power armor. Hale was comforatbly back in his BlackOps armor. With leather armor laid over it to fit in better among the slavers. Every time one of these men moved, Hale felt like pulling a gun. Each one was below scum. And on closer inspection, one of them was in fact a woman. Hale had to make a conscious effort not to wretch.
Walker gunned down another raider with his silenced rifle. And another Trog. Something in this area was driving them insane. Degenerate freaks. Every time Walker shot one, the world found itself short one piece of shit.
"i haven't seen you before in here what brings you to the pit"
"Curiosity mostly. I heard this place was making a comeback after those pricks in the DC Ruins burned it out in '55. Came to see for myself, maybe pick up a worthwhile investment on the way." Hale responded. He wondered what was wrong with everyone else. They seemed to wince every time he spoke. Maybe Hale's slaver persona was scarier than he thought. He was just being nice. But then, no slaver was friendly unless he could rip you limb from limb in a heartbeat. This Nargul lad was the only one who wasn't terrified. He was the only one to watch out for. He would either be a powerful ally, or a troublesome enemy.
"by investment do you mean the trading type of investment or the other kind of investment" The slavers laughed.Nargul was uneasy though this new slaver looked a lot more dangerous than the normal types who came through here.
Fniff1 21:35, 16 April 2009 (UTC)
The kid was wondering what was this guy like.
"Who knows. Maybe I can find both in the same package." Hale said, not entirely sure what this guy was on about. He could see Nargul sizing him up. Not in a kill him on the way out fashion, but he was taking stock. Hale raised an eyebrow. Nargul sat down at the table, and the other slavers started bragging about how they beat their slaves. Hale pulled out a Pre-War Photograph taken from a Gulag in Russia. There were dozens of people working under the Summer sun. "This is my Brahmin farm. Most of the slaves are gonna be used as compost and Brahmin feed once work on the fortifications are finished. The rest will be kept on or sold off."
Bren was running from some Trogs who found him (3 of them)
"Damn DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!" Bren shouted as he was chaced.... but then he reached a dead end
"Oh crap,....guess Istand and fight" HE said as he fired a shot taking a Trog out, the others look at the fallin comand then jump him
"Damn it, let me go"
Bren grabed on iof their haeads and smashes it against a wall, then he butts the last one's head inwith the but of his rifle
"Damn it.... I rather face mutants then these" Bren muttered but then he saw a Raider iwht an Auto Axe grinning like a demon
"Shit" Bren said as the man charged with it on full throttle, Bren then reflexify uses his rifle to block but the aXe cut the Barrel in half but it did give him time to escape
"Damn you" Bren shouted as he pulled out a knife that he found on some refuged
The Raider 's axe was stuck in a wall of junk and struggled to get out but it was too late, Bren slit his throat then took the peice of the now broken Deathclaw bane, angry that he was so stupid to break it
"Damn it...." Bren said as he looked through the dead man's pockets, he found some ingots, and a 32 pistiol, with 15 shots of ammo
"It's a start, better be more carefu" He thought as he moved on to find 16 more ingots, un aware that hislife is being bett on
He then walked around looking for more Ingots when 2 more trogs jumped on top of him and clawed at him
"DAMN IT GET IOFF" Bren shouts as he threw them off then shot point blank, he had to find those ingots if he wanted to leave the Pitt, but lucky for him he found 3 more ingots bringing his total to 8
A man wearing ragged clothes he'd probably scavenged from a Wildman over his slave outfit, carrying a hunting rifle and a combat knife, saw Bren and ran up to him. "Hey!" He called out as he moved. "Just saw a bunch of those things go past in your direction. Seems like you dealt with 'em though. You alright?"(I try for 3 at one time)
" my rifle is broken, I'm slave looking for ingots, and currently scared shitless, but other then that I'm fine"
"Your rifle's broken? Damn. Guns're hard to come by out here. I'd let you take mine, but..." He glanced at Bren's leg and frowned slightly. This guy probably needed a gun. He decided he'd give it to the guy later, if he'd help him. "I kinda guessed you were a slave, yeah, 'cause there ain't no Raider round here with a pegleg. I'm looking for ingots too. Tell ya what, why don't we work together? Split whatever we find, half for me, half for you." He held the hunting rifle in his hands, waiting for a response. He really needed to find these ingots, or that was it for him.
"deal, all I need is 20., after that anything else is yours" Bren says holding the pistiol "Well I am already at 8 so I need 12 more" Bren looked around to see a place to check "By the Way, names Bren" he add walking to some pile of refuge to check
"Why do you need twenty? Is your life depending on it?!" The man snapped, his speech suddenly nervous and confrontational. "How about we split all the ingots equally, no matter how many we find? Because really now, I'm trying to be nice. I'm the one with the gun. I could just shoot you now and take the eight you already have." He countinued. In actuality, he was terified. Everett had said to him that if he didn't make it back with at least fifteen ingots, he'd be shot, because apparently they had enough workers already and he was just an expendable asset to be used for searching.
Bren sighs "I have in my pocket a grenade, I could shove into your mouth pull the pin and take what you have, I rather not" Bren said reaching into his pocket, he didn't have a grenade, but he did have a knife
When the man aimed his gun at him Bren threw the knife into his hand forcing him to drop the rifle, then in one quick montion Bren takes the rifle and auims it ast him head
"Now tell me, why do you need the ingots? My life is on the line, I need my freedom so I can save the Wasteland, is your life more important then my mission" Bren asks him glaring, he neded to leave and he was willing to kill the man to achieve it
"Save the Wasteland?" The man sputtered, almost laughing. "Let me guess, the Slavers lifted you out of the Citadel, right?" He smiled broadly as he spoke, despite his hand being wounded and a gun being pointed at his head. His smile vanished as he spoke again, and he became deadly serious. "If you really need to know, I need to get those ingots, or they shoot me. That's it. That's what I was told." He said, his tone becoming slightly scared towards the end. As he spoke, he eased his knife out of his pocket. He was going to get his fucking gun back.
Fniff1 18:35, 17 April 2009 (UTC)
"HELP ME!!!" Someone shouted. "OH JESUS CHRIST, I THINK I HAVE A GIANT F*CKING PARASITE ON MY BACK!!!!" He shouted.
Bren heard the shout, then he decided what to do
"Sorry" He said quietly, and then fired the shot in front of his heart
(A little cruel, but Bren has duties)
he looks at the body, and then he closes the mans eyes and serch his pockets, he found 3 ingots and the knife he was about to use
"Forgive me, may Digara's relam take your soul, in exchange for mine" He says and he runs off
As he ran he looked around for any sign for the man who screamed, he looke hard to find him
Fniff1 22:14, 17 April 2009 (UTC)
The man who shouted ran over. Suddenly a creature with loads of eyes and tentecles burst out of his back.
"Shoot it off!!" He cried. "Don't hit me!!Kill it and it won't kill me!" He cried
Bren fires at it and it is shot off
"You ok?" Bren asks
Fniff1 22:28, 17 April 2009 (UTC)
"It's moving! It's......GROWING!!!!" He pointed at it.
It was about the size of a human now.
"WHAT THE HELL IS IT?" Bren shouts as he fires 2 more shots at it, he missed too out of fear
Fniff1 22:37, 17 April 2009 (UTC)
It grew to the size of a brahmin.
"I don't know! It just came on while I was skimming stones on the river!" He said. "RUN!!!" He shouted
Bren looked around and he found a grendade
"Please be usalable" HE prays and he tosses it at it taking it out (and making monster stew)
"Yuc, well no more monster" Bren says laughing
Fniff1 22:46, 17 April 2009 (UTC) ) Suddenly it started to form from the stew.
"Oh....NO."(ok Seriously, what the hell is it?)
"Ok what now?" Bren asks as the Creature forms up
Fniff1 23:03, 17 April 2009 (UTC)(A very annoyed Aborbus Painfulus)
"Do you have a laser rifle on you?" He asks.
(Make a page for it)
"No idea how to use one, even if I did have one, what madeit so mad?" Bren asks
Fniff1 23:08, 17 April 2009 (UTC)
"The urge to kill us." He says.
--Cerebral plague 23:10, 17 April 2009 (UTC) (There are Mary sue people, and mary sue creatures. Guess what that thing is?)
Fniff1 23:12, 17 April 2009 (UTC)(It's not immune to laser and plasma fire and if you fire at it's weak spot it goes down. The weak spot is the mouth at the top of it.)(this is slightly OOC but hey he wants out and he already killed a man, also this will fix this problem)
Bren: Well then...
Bren fires at the man's foot causing him to stumble
"sorry but I need to survive (he is becoming more and more dark, it is kinda scary)
"Hey thing, take him, but leave me alone" HE says to it and to the mans horror it takes him
"Got any ingots?" He asks the man
Fniff1 23:15, 17 April 2009 (UTC)
"F*CK YOU!!" He pulled out a 10mm sub machine gun and shot at Bren's.....left leg(Changed it a bit)
"sorry, but in the pitt, we are in hell, I hoped Digara will find a place for you, oh and my leg, its not real" HE ays as the creature takes his life, Bren then takes the Ingots he had, surprisingly it was 12 so he had the 20 needed to leave
"Bout time" Bren mumbled as he walks to the entrance with his prizer
"Alright let me in" He shouts
Fniff1 23:23, 17 April 2009 (UTC)
The creature slitered across to bren. He grabbed Bren but didn't 'Take Him'.
"You....Die." It says in a dusruded voice.
"I gave you the man, you will eave me be, or I will show you a true hell": Bren said cruely, then he clutched his head, little did he reliz how Feral he was becoming, it was making him crueler, and if he didn't regain control, he wouldn't be human anymore
Walt was walking through the Steelyard, he needed to find twenty ingots before sundown. Shit. He only had.. well.. none. At least he had won an Infiltrator from the Hole, and some new garbs for finding like ten ingots earlier yesterday. Then he saw a man walking around, he just fed another slave to that thing! How fucking rude thought Walts, he then took the man by surprise and punched him in the back of the head, "Yeah, thanks for the ingots man, real help!" he said, he then shot the mans right leg once and ran off.(don't mind, besides at leastIwill be able to use my ghoul body for one advantage, I can take the radation in the area,I can use that to win)
"FUCKER" Bren shouted as he struggled to get up but then he grabed a small peice of metal to hold imself up
Bren then went further into the yard, he was gonna find some ingots to get out, Nargul saw the look in his eyes, he sw not a slave but a warrior, someone to make him rich in the Hole Gambling, this boy would be perfect, his will, his pwoer, and of course his radation absorbing skill was a bonus
Bren just coulnd't continue, he fell to the ground and Nargul found i was time to at least show some mercy, at least take him out, Bren blanked out (where he wakes up is up to NArgul)
Walt just got released from the Steel Yard. He was free now, but 20 years here really turned him around. So he decided to stay. He will be fighting in the Hole in a few days, just for "fun". He earned some new equipment since he got the 20 ingots, some new Combat Armor and a helmet. He better find some ammo soon or he's dead. Maybe sneak to the Ammo Press?
Vladimir Sechin sat and looked out over the testing area. Look at those degenerates down there, he thought. They are like animals. Vladimir was not in a good mood, and watching the slaves squabble over their precious ingots did not do much to lighten his mood. Once, when he was in the Enclave, he watched his peers throw food into a pen of starving tribals and laugh as the poor people below fought to the death for the food that someone else would take away from them in a second. This Pitt was like that.
Of course, this was not the cause of his anger. No, he was angry because that political schemer Liegelord Flock and that plodder Anderson had somehow managed to get Vladimir taken from his command position, even against the wishes of the High Elder. This was why Vladimir never wanted to be an AWA Liegelord: he would be a politician, not a soldier. Now some less competent Paragon was leading his men into dangerous situations, all because the Liegelords wanted someone who was better at following orders, like some goddamn robot, in charge of the Retribution Brigade, even though it was the Paragon's job to disobey orders, so long as they adhered to the AWA values. Now, he was stuck in some ass-end savage town to "gather intel." Even an idiot could see that this was a bullshit job, and Vladimir was no idiot. They probably wanted to make him regret his actions in Area 51 with that Nuke, but Vladimir would never be sorry for what he had done.
"ah for fucks sake i hate it when slaves mess up my betting pool"Narguk stormed out into the steelyard to find bren.He found him lieing on the floor in a heep "get up boy!.You just lost me 400 caps you best be a good fighter because the next place your going to is the hole"
Bren clutches his head and he feels a sharp pain in his right leg...."I will bea good fighter but I need to improve my new Rifle" Bren says (I am basically reinforcing the barrel, adding a sniper scope, and improve how much ammo it can carry) Bren has a dark grin, almost like a demon who just had a good tribute, Nargul saw somthing in him and this would make him rich
NArgul then took Bren to an area to help rebild Deathclaw bane, the Rigfle Bren took was the base, but bren reinforced the barrel with his old barrel by having the broken barrell melted then wrapped around the new barrell, Bren then added an old Sniper Scope on the Barrel, and after that Bren adeed the Deathclaw Hand to the butt, he used some stringe to keep it on. Deathclaw Bane was reborn into Deathclaw Bane MK 2
"PErfect, thanks for helping me with this, I won't let you down in the hole" Brensaid being friendly to Nargul
Vladimir decided to go and observe the Raiders' "Hole", as the spot he was in was rapidly becoming a hotspot for raider activity. Raiders had come up to him twice asking his business, and he had to physically threaten the second group, which was admittedly no difficult task. Besides, the prostitutes were coming towards him now. He'd have no part of that bit of tail.
Bren and NArgul were walking around the Area and Vlad saw them (just so we can do somthing)
Vladimir saw some power-armored asshole and his cocky prize-fighter parading around outside the Hole. Vladimir sat back and watched them. He made no effort to hide himself, but he also didn't draw any attention to himself. (BTW, Vladimir isn't wearing his helmet, and his armor is hidden under ordinary clothes.)
(I ain't a prize fighter yet)
Bren was scouting the other competitors, and he Saw vlad looking at him and he felt a chill in his spine, almost like he met him before (He is a WW like Jacob and Bren is scared of Jacob)(I ment he felt like he felt the same aura if you want to say on Vlad, either way he was scared of him either by famileaity or the fact that Bren felt that Vlad could kill him with a pebble)
Bren decided it was best not to puss offf the man, he needed ot get ready for the Hole, it was either win and get some food, or die , and Bren was hungry
(forget it then, anyway I should wait for Vegas (He made NArgul right?) so he is my master in this fic so to speak)
--Weston "Henchmen" Foster 21:52, 18 April 2009 (UTC)
Marshall strode into The Pitt, two bodyguard at his side. He liked to do busniessin person. After brbng a cople of Raiders and Slavers, Marshall made his way t what some called 'Hole'.
"Hey, asswipe, watch your going!" repiled a drunken raider.Of course, Marshalls goons pushed him off, and they contined on there little business trip. These low-end Raiders and Slavers were the best of customers. They always needed new weapons and guns. Sitting next to a blue eyed and blad man, Marshall looked around before turning to theunkown man.
"Shut up" was the balds man reply.
"Wekk, gosh, do you at least wanna hear my business propasl?"
"get up boy heres some stuff to get you started" He gave bren a Stimpak,Hunting Rifle,Knife and some bits "good Luck.Boy and into the hole it is" He pushed bren into the tunnel
Bren held hi new DCB MK 2 in his hand and he madeit into the hole when a voice rings out "Today we have a new Slave to fight in the Hole, Bren Tenkage, today he will be facing against the well known Raider Ryon the axe Raider"
Bren saw Ryon who was holding An Auto Axe and grinning evil like
Bren: Bring it on
Ryon charged at him when the Barrells of Radoactive waste fell
Bren dodged barely and he fired at his leg but missed
Ryon: You gonna die here, mne cut you up
Bren: Yeah you have bad english
bren mocked him and Ryon turned to cut up Bren but Bren was smart, he was righti n front of a BArrel aso when Ryon hit the barrel he was covered in the stuff
Bren: Oh yeah, my blood is ghoul like, so you are in my turf
The man began to vomit from the sickness and then Bren felt like he should end it
Bren fired a shot right in his face and killed him
Announcer: What a battle, quick, Smart, and Even cruel, Bren tenkage i the Winner
Bre ntook a bow to the Unseen Autidence
"Worm. So, when does someone in the stands get to snipe him?" Hale said jokingly to Marshall. Marshall jumped. This guy had just appeared from nowhere! In a freaking Pre-War Business Suit! Hale smiled at the man's shock. Hale, in spite of being nothing but friendly, had a way of making people's skin crawl. Had been able to make people sweat ever since he could remember. He sat down next to Marshall
"If egghead doesn't want to know about your proposition, I'd like to hear it." Hale said. Marshall didn't want to know how slick this guy must be to get past his goons without being grabbed.
"Now for the second round, we're going to try something a little different here, hahaha." the voice said, and then a door to the left of Bren opened, revealing ten Guai and about twenty dogs.
(sounds like somthing that could happen0
Bren looked around then he saw the auto Axe, he grabed it and revved it up
"Bring it bitches (get it, a Bithc is a dog HAHAHA)
They encircle him and one at a time they jumped him, but he was able to use the axe to take each one out, at least into 2 Yao Gui in the end figured out how to take me by both jumping me
Bren dropped the axe and his chest is bleeding
Bren: You get it now
Bren fired one shot and took out one of them, and then when the other jumped at him Bren dodged then grabbed it's neck
Ben: too bad, I kill you using this method
Bren crushed it's neck by using both hands
Everyone who was watching looked at Bren in wonder, do they cheer for his victory or be scared if he decides to turn on him
Bren smiled, he was becoming stronger, and he didn't care what happens at this point, he would fight to become a better person (he is becoming more feral, for people with ghoul Blood, to go feral makes them become more dark, want to fight mroe often, and become slightly stronger, too bad they lose sight of themselveS)
Vladimir grinned, although to Marshall it looked like he was baring his teeth. Hale was not impressed. "That was funny," he said. His eyes were not smiling, even if his mouth was. "But don't worry, I'm very interested."
"Now, for the final round we bring you Walt, a past fighter in the Hole!" the voice said. Walt was clad in a laborer outfit, wearing a superviser helmet and wielding an infiltrator assault rifle, with a ripper taped to the front.
"you 2 take a look at what i have in store for bren" Nargul placed his Infiltrator on the edge of the pit and started shooting at bren and walt.
Bren saw Wal and he glared at him, he would kill him and feed him to Ghouls after this...Wait what was he thinking
"My god I'm losing it...no I will kill him" Bren thought but he felt a shot in his back
"GAHHHHHH" Bren shouted and he moved out of the way of the shots, then he fired at Walt from some Cover
"Has BAstered, enjoy your life, this is your tomb" Bren shouted to him
(So how will we settle this?)
The announceR: Quite a Fight, Bren has to take cover not just from Walt, but even from the auidence, then again no rules against it HAHAH
"You people are all savages," Vladimir said in disgust. "There's no honorable combat anymore."
--Weston "Henchmen" Foster 22:34, 18 April 2009 (UTC)
"Well, i guess you might not need my weapons. I have 5Sinper rifles, 5 Mini-nukes, and a nice little slicend pistol. The mini-nukes ar great as a demolion tem."
Walt came out from cover, seems that they were only shooting at Bren. So he moved over to Bren and kicked him in the face well in cover, then shot him three times in the chest and realized he had no more ammo left. Enraged, he started sawing at Brens left leg with his ripper, and it came off! Oh, it was wooden. Heh. But right before he could chop the mans head off, his face splattered all over him as an audience member shot Walt.
"I don't have a problem with sniping. It's this kind of shit that bothers me," he said, gesturing to the Hole.(it isn't wooden it is a MEtal LEg using some Tech from Power Armer)
Bren saw this as blind luck but he won
"Sorry Walt, but I win" Bren said tossing him off, he then wiped Walts guts off of his face.
Announcer: Our Winner uis Bren tenkage, and let me tell you lucky him that one Auidence Member was feelin shooty at that point, but a winner a winner
Bren breathed a sigh of releif as he took the stuff, as for his leg, he uses a peice of long metel to hold him up, he would need to do somthing to stay in the game
Bren limpd out of the Hole and is met with osme new fans, including some chicks
Random man: Hey you ok?
Another on: Yeah that was some tought fight
A grinning Sniper walks to him
Man: Names Brock, you lucky I saw you, you a coolguy so I fired a shot for you, next time though...I might not be watching, take care
Brock ruwalk off and Bren sees Nargul
--Cerebral plague 01:59, 19 April 2009 (UTC) (Going to enter the RP as everyone's least favorite Mary Sue assassin!)
Cerebral Jack had just successfully sneaked into the Pitt. He had ditched everything he had at his storage unit in Vault 75, except for a ballistic knife, his repeater, and a silenced pistol. He was walking towards the hole, when he saw Bren Tenkage, and walked into a random building. There were three slavers inside, who were all killed quickly with the silenced gun. He waited for Bren to walk by, before speaking. "Slave! Get in here, we want you to help us find something!" Bren complied, and walked in before getting hushed by Jack. "How the hell did you get here?"
An unmoving body lay there, surrounded by a pool of blood, untouched in the Steelyard. It had been there for several hours now, but nothing had found it. That changed as something rustled nearby, and a Trog scampered along. It stopped at the side of the body and cocked its head to one side, nudging the corpse a few times with a closed fist. Eventually it started brushing its forehead against the corpse for reasons unknown. The corpse still wasn't doing anything. It was definitely dead. The Trog stopped drooling onto its face, then looked from left to right for any competitors for its meal, before opening its jaws and--
A pair of arms slipped and then clamped around the Trog's neck from behind, holding it tightly. It thrashed and gave muffled squeals for its colleagues to come to its rescue, but nothing happened. It couldn't get its jaws around its assailants' arms. It was powerless. Alas, thereby ended the life of poor Troggy Trogskin. He/it were only a wee nipper.
Paul Calhoun (COMING SOON!) waited until the Trog stopped struggling, then attempted to break its neck for good measure. It certainly wasn't as easy as the Pre-War media made it out to be, but he knew that already. The fact that it was a starved mutant made it somewhat easier, however. Throwing its limp carcass to one side, he dropped to a kneeling position next to the body the Trog had been slavering over. It was Matthews. He sighed heavily and closed the man's eyes, briefly inspecting his wounds. Shot right in the heart, once. Point blank by the looks of it, with a hunting rifle. That was seriously depressing. Wildmen didn't use weapons like that up close, and if they did he would have been shot several times more, and the Raiders in charge never came that far out just to shoot someone. No, it must have been another slave. That was really unsettling. Before that botched uprising a few years ago, some of the workers were propagating that they were all in this together, all that stuff.
What made him really angry was how even in a relatively enclosed environment like the Pitt, he'd never find out who did it. Shit, the guy'd probably fought through the Hole at this point and joined the ranks of Ashur's esteemed military force. Could only hope the bastard would get himself shot up raiding a caravan, now. He wiped the Trog's drool off Matthews' body with his sleeve and, as a final gesture, he moved a slightly cleaner scrap of cloth from the man's clothing to over the bloodsoaked part of his shirt, then stood up, taking the combat knife from the man's body while he was at it. Everett'd confiscated his gun the last time he came back with a weapon, so hopefully this would be more concealable. And it'd give him an advantage against the Trogs, because anything bigger than a Fledgeling couldn't just be caught off-guard and strangled. He continued his search for ingots; looked like the asshole who killed Matthews had been through here doing the same not too long ago. Another reason he wanted to kill this guy.
Nargul laughed as he heard one of the spectators moaning about how this shit as he put it was unfair.He turned round and spotted the man who had said it "you have a problem with this shit" he guestured down into the hole "none of them have to fight you know its there choice"
"Don't pull that shit with me!" Vladimir snarled back. "They're slaves! They have no choices! They just do whatever you command, because otherwise you animals brutally execute them!
"Don't ever try and pull the wool over my eyes," he continued on in a much softer and more dangerous tone, "or you'll find yours gouged out."
"Remind me never to fuck with you without good reason, egghead." Hale said, nodding to Vlad to show he was joking. They were both big guys, and Hale could see it in the way Vlad carried himself that if they did fight, they'd demolish this section of the crowd area, and probably kill a bystander or two.
Hale looked at Marshall and his goons. Surprisingly, they were looking quite calm. Especially calm, considering one of the goons was standing on a Raider's neck. Hale looked down into the arena, watching two slaves batter each other. The second one of the slaves pulled a gun, Hale snatched a rifle from the table next to him and shot the slave dead, bullet right between the eyes.
"Who the hell let the meat carry a gun?" Hale bellowed as the people surrounding him began to stare. He threw the gun back to it's owner and sat down. People started looking away. Someone muttered something that sounded like psycho. Vlad looked at Hale, and a grin split both of their faces. Hale was playing these pricks. And so was Vlad.
Bren looked at Jack
"JAck...its beena while" Bren said smiling "as for what happened, traded my freedom for the lives of my friends" HE said
--Cerebral plague 19:00, 19 April 2009 (UTC)
"Bren, I need to do some business here, but the second I can, I'm going to help you bust out." Jack closed the door, and dumped the bodies he'd recently killed in what resembled a refrigerator. "We need you to get a disguise first though."
"Jack, IU'm happy here, I'm at an advantage, my body can take the radation" Bren said but then he cltuches the part of his leg that was sawed off, "Damn gonna need a new Leg, maybe thing with stronger metal" Bren said to himself
"Sorry Jack, but I'm staying" Bren said and JAck noticd that Bren seemed to be a little more, how you say, Raider Like
Bren turns to walk away, he needed to see Nargul about getting a new leg, and maybe some grug to eat
"Jack, tell my group, that I may not return, and that Dejan can take over" Bren says without turning back and he left the building
"Bren, you want to stay as a slave? You must know that there is no reason to stay here, the more radiation you get, the faster your skins falls off! The fact that your at a advantage isn't neccasary, An equally large advantage however, or even a bigger one is you not being a slave." Jack walked over, and looked through the curtain. "I'll be here for one more day, If you change your mind, you know where I am." Jack walks over to a couch and sits down, and starts disassembling his guns to clean them.
--Weston "Henchmen" Foster 19:38, 20 April 2009 (UTC)
"So, anyway, i'm going 't gues that you guys are'nt all you seem? Probly anti-Pitt? hmmm, never dealt with your kind bfore save for eht Freedom Fighters..."
Mrshall trailed off as he lookesd into the fighting pit, before looking back at the men.
"So, you guys buying or what?"
"Buying, selling, stealing, killing, I'm here for the whole Pitt experience. In other words, I'm the tourist nobody wants to mug, if you get what I'm sayin'. Or is what you're gettin' what I really mean?" Hale said. He loved watching the slavers squirm every time he made a joke with murder in his eyes. Maybe a few of the scum might take a pop at him, give him a reason to waste 'em and nab any ingots they had on 'em.
Vlad was just sitting there, quiet, as if made of stone. He probably had an answer, and just wasn't in the mood to give it. He was the one person here Hale couldn't read like a book. It was unnerving.
Bren met up with Nargul, seems Bren's little show earned him 5000 caps on the betting ,everyone was betting he die the first round
(Gonan Control him just for a bitt_)
NArgul: Bren, good job out there, thanks to you I earned enough caps for a monthes worth of slave dealing
Nargu: Seems you busted your leg, alright first we head to the scrap yrd find some material to fix it up, then we get some food
After a skipping of finding the metals, and the molding of a new leg to go int othe Socket (the part where the flesh contects with the machinary) Bren had a new prostetic metal leg, tougher too
Nargul: Come on, lets get some gfood
The Food as they call it was Slop, but the funny thing is, that Bren enjoyed it
Bren: Tastes like Lurk Meat, mixed some some Nuka cola
Bren deveours 4 more bowls astounding everyone
(ok ok, work with me, he molded a leged, don't forget I'm onl;y broekn from the Knee down, so their isno need to have the leg bend, just be able to be like a peg leg)
(Just continue with the RP, no Jokes like thati nthe pitt, maybe after he gets a new one when is one breaks )
Bren finished 2 more bowls and everyone is wondering if he is human, no one could stomach it, even the animals hated it and he enjoyed it
After eating the food Bren was allowed to explore the area, provided he doesn't run, so after an hour of walking and looking around Bren was bored
Bren: How dull, when is my next fight in the Hole?
Bren was begining to become more tense and he needed a stress releaf
"hah you hear that the boy thinks the pits to dull well lets see how he handles a true fighter ME"
Bren turns to Nargul
"Really you fight? Are you sure you want to face me, in the Hole I hold the advantage, and if you kill me you lose your Cash Brahmin (pun)" Bren says and Nargul agreed
"So when is my next fight?"
Bren then thinks for a bit
Bren: Know what ,enver mind, I think I will explore the scrap Yard, maybe find some Ingots
Bren walks off and he gets near Jacks House.
--Cerebral plague 22:59, 21 April 2009 (UTC)
Jack waited until Bren was relatively close to the house. He was walking past it, no one watching him. His manager Nargal turned around, and walked out of sight. Jack readied his Rifle, he rushed Bren from behind. Bren turned around, just before Jack smashed in his head with his repeater. "Knocked out....." Jack dragged him into the house, and started to modify a ripper. Bren was noticeable, half the Pit knew who he was. He would have to cut off that pony tail of his for a suitable disguise.
(for the Record Rouge Knot, and yeah makes sense)
After a quick hour of altering Bren's look (knew outfit fake scars, altering what the face looks like) Bren wakes up
Bren: Feel like a Lurk jjust ramed me
--Cerebral plague 23:04, 21 April 2009 (UTC)
"God damn it. You really should wait till I'm finished before waking up from a coma Bren. That's just rude, you know?" Jack knocked Bren out again, and started tying him up. He gagged him, and put him in a bag. He started dragging him to a exit.(Ok I vote to put that in the funnyiest lines, aws wel as the Velvot avenger problem with the Bird)
Bren was knocked out and Jack took his rifle and stuff he was carrying, the good news is that JAck knew where they kept his personal stuff, bad news is that it s hard to get
Jack was dragging Bren to Haven, he would get his stuff back. He was walking to where ever the hell they placed his crap, he asked a slave earlier. He had "borrowed" a shotgun, and was walking towards the room. "Hello, I see your guarding the Slave shit?" The man just nodded, right before Jack shot him in the face. He opened the lockers, and put it all in a spare bag. He had two now, one that Bren was being Dragged in, and another that held the slave crap. He headed outside, as another slaver came, and got his head blown off. Jack was heading towards the walls.
(Enter Brock Froy the newest claw and new Hunter)
A Raider jumped at Jack but before Jack could fire, the guys Brain's were blown out
when Jack turned he saw the Young man who saved Bren back i nthe Hole, Brock
Brock: Come on, I will cover you
He relods his sniper rifle and JAck new for a moment that he found an Allly
--Cerebral plague 23:27, 21 April 2009 (UTC)
"One wrong move and I kill you man, let's go." Jack started walking, more and more Slavers were heading towards them. He aimed and fired, making blood colored floral patterns on the floor. They would head back to the house Jack apprehended, and exit through the conveniently placed hole in the wall, which lead to another conveniently placed hole in the wall, which then lead to the exit, where Jack had located his equipment near by. How convenient!
Brock nodded and looked back to make sure no one is coming
Brock: NAmes Brock Froy, now then I bee n follow the exploits of the Claws, and I can't believe I found Bren the LEader, I thought he died
Brock looked around while they ran to escape
--Cerebral plague 23:36, 21 April 2009 (UTC)
"Feel free to join up with the wastelands version of France." Jack shot the two guards at the entrance, and started walking towards the Bridge. "Careful, there are mines at the bridge. They won't shoot after we get past the bridge. Or we can swim in the highly radiated water and die in it. What evers fine with you."
Brock just smiles
"Hey I know what happened, now as for the mines, I have a plan" HE ays as he pulls out 2 Pulse Grenades
"FIRE IN THE HOLE" He shouts and throws them, the blasts took out most of the mines, and the ones stil lactivate were spaced out so much that it was possible to get around
--Cerebral plague 23:41, 21 April 2009 (UTC)
"Mother Fucker" Jack started to run away, as Brock stares at him. "Dude, why are you runn-" He was cut off by the cars exploding on the bridge, as he started running towards Jack.n
"I admit not the brightest Ideas but still I got us across" He says avoiding flying Licence plate ( Pittsburg 7777Halo)
--Cerebral plague 23:56, 21 April 2009 (UTC)
"No, it was the worst idea I've ever heard. And I was there when Bren decided it was smart to attack a trained army with a bunch of waste landers." Jack kept running, as bullets flew near them.
"No kiddin" Brock said firing a few Sniper shots, then he put it on his back and pulled out an assault rifle from his side
"Listen, you got a plan to get us out of here, I mean you just broke Bren out, yeah thats right I saw you wail on him, the good news is that I new about you and how you helped him, so thats why I didn't snipe your gun out of your hand when I had the chance" Brock said hittinga Slaver in the Crotch
--Cerebral plague 00:07, 22 April 2009 (UTC)
"I don't need a gun to kill someone man." Jack smashed a Slavers head in with the shotgun, and blew out anothers with a revolver. "Anyway, I got in here by rowing a boat down the river till it ran out, and then scaling the Bridge. So, we get out the way we usually get in here." Jack then blew open the head of the last slaver chasing them reloaded, and started heading down the road.(I g2g)
"Understood sir" Brock say politly as they made their way down
"So you think he will be mad for wailing on him like that?
--Cerebral plague 00:17, 22 April 2009 (UTC)
"If I cared about that, I would of just drugged him instead of putting him into a coma." Jack opened the door to the railway. "Let's roll man".
(never mind I'm here)
Brock: Got it, so what now?
The bag Bren is in Ruffles, Bren was awake
Brock: Should we let him out?
--Cerebral plague 15:26, 22 April 2009 (UTC)
"The dude wanted to stay in the Pitt, that's why I had to smash his head in. Were going to leave him in there till we get to the super duper mart, then I'm going to collect the Claws ransom for him, and get the hell out of there before they open the bag."
BrenL: LET ME OUT OR I WILL KILL YOU
Brock opens the bag slightly
Brock: Look you need to get back, the claws need you
Bren is silent
Brock: Or Jack could smash your head in
Bren: fine fine, at least let me walk
--Cerebral plague 17:32, 22 April 2009 (UTC)
"Well, I suppose we could let you out." Jack let Bren out of the bag, and aimed his shotgun at his legs. "You don't get your equipment till we reach the Super Duper Mart though, and run and I'll blow off your other leg off. Brock, it's an hours walk there, try not to randomly fire at anything that goes in our way".
"Deal" Bren says rrubbing the back of his head
"Hey what the hell happened to my hair?" Bren said
--Cerebral plague 17:38, 22 April 2009 (UTC)
"Slavers shaved it right before I knocked you out, anyway, let's get out of here." Jack reloaded his shotgun, and aimed at fired at a mole rat jumping at them.
Bren nodss in agreement and they continue on ward
Brock: Anyway I'm joining up with you, I think my snipeing skills will help you
Bren: I guess so, thanks again for that save in the hole
Brock: anytime, I been following the Exploits of the Claws, thing is they failed to stop the Crusade but we still got em out, but if you were there they may have had a better chance
Bren looks at the ground
Bren: you are right, what was I thinking, fighting in the Hole....I wias a fool, but not any more, I', gonna lead the Claws to become a better group
(anyway I g2g, peace, oh and the page is lagging again I hate that)
Back in the direction of the Pitt, the sounds of automatic gunfire and indistinct yelling could be heard. If you were looking in that direction, you'd see one of the cars on the bridge explode, followed by two others who were damaged by the initial blast. At first it looked like a standard failed escape, with the cars being blown up by triggered mines and the gunfire being the sounds of Raiders picking off slaves. But that was far from the case.
Paul was in the Hole when something went down in Haven, and, he realised that something was going on shortly after winning his second round. Most of the Raiders were in Uptown wondering what the hell had happened in Ashur's household, while Paul, noticing the growing hole in the city's security, had made up his mind shot his way out of the Foundry with an Infiltrator Assault Rifle he'd snatched from his deceased opponent. Grabbing what weapons he could and distributing them to those who had similar ideas of getting out, they'd crossed through Downtown and were now clear of the gates, but being chased. Now he was leading a ten-strong band of slaves out of the city. It was one thing fighting Trogs and Wildmen in the Steel Yard, but to have a fairly organised military force actively trying to out-do, pursue and capture you... it was exhilerating, and despite the obvious danger, exciting. It made him feel twenty years old again.
They were just crossing the bridge now. Warren and Kevin had died in that chain-reaction car explosion, but honestly, Paul was just happy it hadn't taken the bridge down. Old thing was flimsy as it was. He dropped behind the rusted chassis of a burnt-out car as bullets whizzed past his head, before popping up and returning fire. He motioned for the rest of the guys to keep moving behind the cars as he primed a grenade and got ready to dash.
"Stop THEM!!" Nargul raced down the stairs only pausing to give an order to one of his subordinates "im going after the slaves if more than 10 of them cross the bridge blow it.You can repair it later" the raider nodded "will do sir".Nargul peged it down the stairs reaching downtown in a blur of sparks from his power armors overloaded servos.Grabing an infiltrator he ran across the bridge.
(me thinks 2 things, Paul meets Bren, and Bren fights Nargul [Someone else Kills Nargul not Bren])
Bren looked back
Bren: Hear that?
Brock loads his sniper rifle
Brock: Yeah, Bren be carfule they may have sent some people to find you
Jack cocked his shotgun, making a cool sound. He reloaded it, and took aim, a Slaver ran out, getting shot in the face. It seemed that he was ahead of a few more, as he took cover. He threw Bren his gun, and started waiting. First he would hear them, then they would feel and hear the shotgun blast. He heard the sound of power armor coming, looked like a higher up was here.
Bren fired a few shots and he shot most of the slavers in the Legs, so then Brock could snipe them in the head as wel las Jack
Brock: Got a plan
Bren looked around and saw an old car
Bren fired a shot and it the enginge and in a moment the car explodes in a wave of radation and takes out most of the slavers, the rest were scared shitless
--Cerebral plague 22:23, 22 April 2009 (UTC)
"Were not all Ghouls dumbass, radiation still hurts for us!" Jack yelled out, Bren seemed sorry, and stopped firing for a second. Jack aimed and fired, killing a slaver.
Bren grins evil like and the slavers look scared, most of the saw Bren in the pit and relize that they are messing wih the wrong slave
Bren: run back, or become Trog meat
this scares most of the slavers away, giving JAck and brock the chance to take them out pretty eaisly
Paul watched his grenade land near a car, which looked like it still had its reactor. A Raider was standing near where it fell, so he observed as the ragged would-be soldier dived to the side reflexively - only to be taken out by the ensuing detonating car. Paul smirked. This place was a deathtrap. You'd think they would have tried shifting these cars at some point - the one he was leaning on, which was a bare chassis, was quite light as far as ton-heavy cars went.
Paul looked up as another car exploded. The surviving escapees had successfully made it across the bridge, and were waiting for him, by the looks of things. But there were three people he didn't recognise - two of them advancing across the bridge and another hanging back, sniping. And now a lot of the Raiders were running away. He got up from behind his cover and took a few pot-shots at his fleeing adversaries, only to frown as he saw a Power Armored one advancing.
Brock noticed the shots, and he motioned o the frendly to come to them (safetyin numberS)
Brock: Bren we got a friend
Brock pointed to Paul who needed some help
Bren : On it
bren ran to paul firing at some Slavers and raiders but then he saw the Armered man
--Cerebral plague 22:42, 22 April 2009 (UTC)
"Run while you can Dick Heads!" Jack shouted out, as another Slaver looked back, he got his head blown off. Jack was using his repeater now, and any slaver that got in his way had no face. He aimed and fired again, killing one easily with AP rounds. "You there! Get the hell over here before the power armored one finally tries to fucking shoot us!" Jack yelled out, as the man hurried over. He took aim, and had his scope right on the power armored ones head. He pulled the trigger, as nothing happened. He started reloading his gun, as it had just ran out of ammo.
Bren covered Paul to run back but before he could run he was sent flying back but the power armered man, he was o nthe ground bleeding from the arm that helped him take the fall
Bren fell to the ground. It wasn't the guy in power armor that had hit him. He felt like he'd just been hit by a car. Hale deactivated his stealth field, and stood over Bren. Silhouetted by the flames of the burning car, Hale was an impressive sight. He straightened his tie and drew an M1911.
"My, my, my said the spider to the smaller spider." Hale said mockingly to Bren. "After all the moolah I put on you, I should smear you all over the grass."
Hale looked up at the men on the bridge, planting a boot on Bren's chest to keep him from crawling off. Bad choice. Bren stabbed into his calf, missing the armor under his suit by a fraction of an inch. How lucky was this guy?
Hale hopped backwards, pulling Bren's knife out of his calf.
"Bad move, Ghoul-boy. Very bad move." Hale growled.
Bren gets up and spits some blood onto the ground
"Who are you?"Bren asks holding up his rifle
"Talk, since you know me, I guess you are either from the enclave or the Crusade" Bren says
"I'm a slaver, you moron. I saw your fight." Hale grumbled. God, this guy was dim. That or he could see right through Hale's act. And that meant he'd have to kill him.
Hale raised his pistol, but a stray round from slavers crossing the bridge clipped his shoulder, spinning him from his feet. Hale sat up, swearing. Just in time for Bren's stamp to become a kick to the chest. That peg-leg of his had some weight to it. Hale rolled backwards to his feet, setting himself in a fighting stance as Bren went at him again.
Bren attempted a straight punch, but Hale swayed back beyond his reach and kicked out at the same time. Bren stumbled, and Hale moved to the side with the false leg, limiting Bren's fighting ability even further. Bren swung wildly at him, but Hale caught his arm in a straight joint-hold, stretching the limb out across his chest, pinning the elbow in an awkward position. Then, with the near-side arm taken care of, he backhanded Bren in the face, sending him reeling.
Bren coughed some blood but smiled
"Look behind you" He said and before Hale could ask why the hell he should, Jack shot him point blank in the back giving Beren time to run away back
--Cerebral plague 23:13, 22 April 2009 (UTC)
"God damn it" Jack whispered under his breath. No one in the wasteland seemed to make any sense. He drew his revolver, and aimed and fired at the man who was currently kicking Bren's ass. He fell to the ground, rolling on to his stomach. "Was that really so hard?" Jack said to himself as he approached Bren. The one in power armor yelled out the words fuck you slave, before Jack put an AP round in his chest. Jack walked over, and helped Bren up. Bren pointed at the power armored guy. "Don't worry, I missed the vitals on him." He sent him backwards, as Jack drew his sword. He was heading towards the man who had the power armor equipped.
Bren looked at Hale and thought "Only 2 people I knoww ith those kind of moves, Skyler, and Jacob could he be apart of the organization that Skyler told me abot?" Bren thought
Bren ran to Paul and Brock who were resting, the Slavers had givin up and ran off so they have some releif
Jack turned and found the icy touch of a steel blade pressed against his throat. "You've crossed over the line, friend," Vladimir hissed. "Welcome to the world of the slave." Vladimir struck Jack in the temple, hard, then snapped a backfist into his jaw. Jack whimpered and fell, unconscious. Before Bren or Brock could do anything, they found Vladimir's pistol pointed in their direction. "Move, and you die!" Vladimir's voice thundered as he delivered his ultimatum to the Pitt dwellers, adding extra emphasis to his words. With his free hand, he signaled several Pitt raiders over. "Deliver these two," he said, gesturing at Brock and the unconscious Jack, "to my quarters. I will be along presently with this one. They are all my possessions now." Vladimir also bellowed at a fourth slave to return to where he was (that's you, Solbur).
Vladimir motioned for Bren to drop his weapon. When Bren was slow to reply, Vladimir shot it out of his hands. A Raider picked it up and began bringing it to Vladimir's quarters. Vladimir motioned for Bren to turn around. This time, he was only too eager to reply. Vladimir clasped Bren's shoulder and began to forcibly move him.
As they walked, Vladimir growled in Bren's ear. "Listen, fool. I am Vladimir Sechin, AWA Paragon. My superiors have ordered me to recon the Pitt in preparation for a raid. I cannot do that if you are busy starting riots. Now listen to me. You are my slave now. That is not a bad thing. I am not a hard taskmaster. However, I have no time for fools who compromise my mission and who perform actions without first understanding the consequences. Did you think you were doing good by escaping? The virtuous man does not look out solely for himself, which is what you were doing by escaping. When the time comes, I will lead a slave rebellion out of this place. Not just a few, but all of them. Do you understand what will happen if only a few escape? The remaining ones will be pushed harder by their masters. Now, I don't want that to happen." Almost as an afterthought, he added, "Tell another soul of this, and you will wish that you had never been born."
"That's it? You're some extremist who wants to lead a revolt? Damn, thats a let-down." ?Hale sighed, standing up and dusting himself off. He was lucky he was allowed wear his armor under the disguise this time. Otherwise, he'd be dogmeat by now. He stretched his shoulders. That shot had definitely cracked a rib or two. Well, fingers crossed his body did it's usual healing and toughening. He looked at Bren.
"You get away this time. Next time we fight, I'll kill you." He said plainly. He slapped Bren on the back and walked back towards the bridge. He was in need of a drink, some painkillers and some sleep.
"Alright Vlad, but tell me what will you do about Nargul, my former master. doubt he would allow me to leave his possion" Bren says back, he tried to be respectable, this guy was able to shoot a gun out of his hands without harming his jhands, he knew that he isn't someone to mess with
Paul's jaw hung open as he lowered his Infiltrator. All this, and the Raiders had came back in force. He glanced over across the bridge. About nine of the men he'd led out of Downtown were making their way towards the railroad. He just hoped they had enough ammunition left to fight off any Trogs in the tunnels and take down the Slavers at the outpost on the other side. But still, they were getting out and the Raiders were none the wiser. Although he was still trapped in this hellhole, a smile crept along his face. He handed over his assault rifle and began making his way back across the bridge carefully with two Raiders pointing guns at his back.
Bren was in a run Down building, AKA Vlad's Home, he was sitting down waiting for what is gonna hapenn to Him, Brock was also sitting down listening to theRadio, of course the songs playing he didn't reallly like, it was just to kill time, JAck was knocked out and on an old ratty coucjh
So the revolt was over nargul was glad about that what anoyed him was that they had got that far.Never mind they were stoped and that was all that matterd all he wanted to do now was to find that slaver who stoped them and then get drunk.He started his way back when from behind him he saw the slaver "well il be dammed its you!"
--Cerebral plague 18:49, 23 April 2009 (UTC)
Jack started to come back from unconsciousness, his head hurt like a bitch. He woke up to the sound of shitty music, and Brock whistling a tune to it. "Shut that off before I break your neck Brock." Bren looked over, and said something about how he was knocked out for a few hours. "Bren, Brock. We have two options, I can escape right now, and get better supplies and some hired guns to break you out. Or, I can get a gun here that I can use, and figure out a plan to take you all out with me." Jack looked down at his shoe, he lifted up the boot, and opened up a secret compartment. The ballistic knife was still there, although they had took his poncho, his duster, and every other gun on him.
Hale looked at himself in the mirror of what passed for a hotel room in the Pitt. It was at an awkward angle to get at, but he was just about managing to get at the bruised, battered part of his back where Bren's friend had shot him. That was some serious hardware. He had pulled the slug out of the weave of his armor. It was a .50 slug, soft-point lead. If it had gone through his armor, it would have opened his chest like a door. He shook his head at the thought. Apparently, fate still had some uses for him. He counted three cracked ribs, and his left lat had been torn by the impact. He was in pretty bad shape.
"Well, Johnny boy, lookm what you got yourself into now. You god damned moron." Hale said to his reflection. Between himself and Agent Walker, he had already sent a good fifteen ingots back to the Enclave. He was readying another small case for transport now. He heard shuffling in his room. Snatching his M1911 from the holster hanging from the towel rack (or the nail sticking out of the wall, to put it in layman's terms), he stepped into the grotty bedroom. The slave looked at him, shocked. Hale looked at him.
"Please sir, my master sent me here, please, don't hurt me!" The slave sobbed. Hale, sick of being pragmatic and giving people the benefit of the doubt, shot the man dead, and launched his body through the window. It landed in the street below. Apparently, this was not as rare an occurence as Hale had thought. No one looked at the body as they passed.
Vladimir pressed his foot down on Jack's back. "That would be a bad idea," he said, "for two reasons. One, I'll break you if you do. And two, killing me would screw your friends over, and every other slave in this godforsaken town."
--Weston "Henchmen" Foster 19:45, 23 April 2009 (UTC)
Marshall looked at the body that had just been thrown our of the window. .45 rounds, or at l,east it looked like it. His two bodyguards were standing riht beside him, shoving off the osscinal Raider and Slaver that came to close to Marshall. Standing up, Marshall looked around. The Pitt was a hellhole, for sure. At least having two Bodyguards and a .44 Magum made it easier. Looking up toards the aparment uidling, he entered it. Of coure, he was a littl tired, and he needed a base of opertations for his time inside the pitt. Buying a room, Marshall took out his twbriefcases out. Insdie helf 2 Disasmmbled Sinper rifles each,and 3 minnukes. He also had a thrid briefcase, cwhich held several pistols, and a SMG.
"Boy's, find the two guys i was talking to eariler, i wanna make a deal."
With a nod from each, they set off. Sure, it might be a little dangroues to be i the pitt before, but a charging man can be stopped with a .44 Round to the chest.
--Cerebral plague 19:51, 23 April 2009 (UTC)
"And the man who can appear from no where in the blink of an eye shows up again. Anyway, why the hell would that break this whole place? Jack didn't turn around, he also knew that this guy was going to fucking destroy this place, somehow. "Anyway, please get your foot off my back, and I'll try to not go on any random killing sprees".
Bren loads his rifle that was nearby and aims it at Jack
Bren: Jack calm down, Vlad is gonna help us get every slave out of here, think about it, if he didn't take us, we would have been hunted down and every slave in here would be punished for it, besides Vlad has help from the Wasteland Army on his back
Bren takes the gun down
Bren: So listen to him
Brock: Nicly Played Boss
Paul grunted and gritted his teeth, sparks peppering his welding mask as he dug the blade of his Steel Saw into the framework of a car. Although he dared not look, there were several Raider guards specifically watching him, ready to shoot him if he made a funny move. But still, he felt he was lucky he wasn't just executed on the spot after that shit he pulled. As he felt the saw push through part of the chassis as it came loose from the rest of the car, he stopped rotating the blade and dropped the industrial instrument whilst he tried to pull the loose steel further free. After a moment of futile metal-bending, he caught his breath and picked up his tool once more, pressing it into the same side of the car about four feet away from the loose part. He'd decided he was going to keep trying for the Hole as soon as the next chance arose.(he found it in the House while looking around, seems Vlad knows Bren won't make a run for it at this point)
Hale sat down on his bed and began the awkward ordeal of bandaging his chest to keep his ribs from moving too much.He wouldn't be stretching for the salt any time soon. There was something up with that guy planning that breakout. He wanted a major slave revolt. Not like the last one. That little slave empire got broken to pieces not too long after it formed. They should have gone and joined those folks at the Lincoln Memorial. Hale was going to keep that little smidgeon of information to himself. That way, when the revolt kicked off, he could slip out unnoticed, with more ingots in his pockets than most gangs had between them. He smiled. This was starting to look like the beginning of a success. He sat back, drinking burboun from the bottle. He liked this stuff. Not as coarse as whiskey, but not as stuck-up as scotch. There were a million thoughts going through his mind right now, varying from the taste of his burboun, to how many ingots he could send back to the Senate. He didn't know why they wanted those ingots, after all, they had a little mining op going on down in Youngstown Ohio. Maybe they wanted to compare samples, or just wanted to deprive the enemy of them. Strange, how he was never told the full details of his missions.
Bren noticed that his rifle was busted near the butt
"Damn it, and after I repiaired it too, not my lucky day is it...." Bren says annoyed, his gun could be fired but thanks to the hole in the side it may not be safe
"So anyway Vlad, whats the plan? I was thinking somthing involving radated stuff if I had to guesS"
--Cerebral plague 14:30, 24 April 2009 (UTC)
"Bren, our goal is to now free the slaves. Not to kill every fucker left in this place with radiation except you and the Troggs. Anyway, I would like to have my guns back please." Jack sat back down on the couch waiting for an answer.
Bren: good point
Brock: Still this is gonna be a tough venture, hard to do this without harming the slaves
Bren: One idea would to havea distrqaction, maybe me in the Hole taking on a slave but do it from the inside, you klnow let him know thaty we stall them long enough to get the plan going, any ideas Vlad?
Vladimir reached into a nearby locker, spun the combination into place, and opened it to reveal what looked like an impressive array of guns and ammo. Upon closer inspection, though, one could see that most of the weapons belonged to Jack or Brock, except for one of Vlad's pistols and his assault rifle. A large amount of soft-point rounds, both of the regular and poisonous variety, could be seen, as well as all the ammo the people in the group had on them. "Help yourself," he said to Jack.
"Bren," he said, "the only way for a force to be defeated by less well-trained and well-armed foes is if that lesser force uses guerrilla tactics. You know, hit them with their pants down, then fade away before they can retaliate. The slaves here must fight only through this method. They'll have to confiscate Raider weaponry and they'll have to try and lure Raider attack parties into Trog or Wildmen territory."
--Cerebral plague 00:22, 25 April 2009 (UTC)
Jack went over to the locker, and started grabbing anything that was his. His three massive revolvers, his Lincolns repeater which he immediately disassembled, and put in its holding places under his Duster. He also carried on him a pump action shotgun, and also he had brought a Chinese assault rifle, which was slung over his back. All and all, Jack was loaded with more fire power then half the wastelanders in the D.C. area combined. Jack then passed Brock's Sniper rifle to him, and also his pistol. Before realizing that the pistol was his, but he let him have it anyway.
"Well then, I have a plan. During a fight, with Bren in the hole and some one who in on the plan who's already close to being a ghoul. The fight lasts out about ten minutes, which should be enough to put our plan into action. Slaves aren't aloud to watch the fight in the hole, and most slavers do. So, with a low amount of slaves, you and Brock sneakily kill them all as fast as possible. I shall then go, and release the Trogs, near the hole, keeping them even more busy, and allowing Bren to escape. That's when we give the slaves the guns."
"So basically I stall they get annoyed, anile they want to see ME i naction they wil lwant some cool moves, so I suggest to have Vlad my "owner" Say they want a beast fight with a Slave in the End, basicallyI could do about a beast fight for about 5 minutes with the 10 minute stall so I think 15 minutes should be enough
Brock: You sure you have enoiugh streath to not only take one some beasts but slavers right after?
Bren: No idea, but thanks to my ghoul blood I'm able to handle wounds better in this area, what I'm worried about it the slaves their spirit is brokjen in this area, I should know.....
"If we act quickly enough, we can get the slaves to fight before their spirit is broken, when they still are resenting their masters," Vladimir said.
"Sure, just give me a minute to prepare my guns, and figure out if everything I have is where it's where it's supposed to be. Also, you and Brock need to figure the Slaver guard duty possitions, and sign up Bren for a fight." Jack tossed Bren a .50 magnum, as he caught it. "Use that in the whole so people don't notice you, I know it's heavier then you think, and the recoils a bitch to control, it might even break you wrist if your not careful." Jack started to prepare, making sure all his guns were loaded, and that everything was fine. He put the Repeater in the pockets in the duster for the disassembled version, and had his shotgun at the ready. The first thing he would do after freeing the Trogs was make a little side trip to that power armored slaver. Jack then started to check for hidden knifes, and so far none were missing.
Bren noticed i nthe closet some old power armer, the armor was busted save for the hands
Bren: Hey could you make a glove otu of that power armor, maybe it could help the recoil, and what about My rifle, what about it?
"Bren, I'm going to make that glove for you, but it might be a little heavy." Jack went over to the suit, and started to modify the original suit, making a glove for Bren. It would have a light layer of the original power armor on it, and then he started to take out his knife. He engraved the claws symbol into it, and tossed it to Bren. "There, now it looks like it doesn't belong to a slaver".
Bren decided to step out for some air, and to havea litle mental soul searching, Brock had left to sign Bren up for a match
"Well Digara, I'm sorry for my sins, may this action gain your forgivness" He thought looking at the night sky , the moon was full but hard to see in the smog
At the Register
Brock:...so thats What Vlad want Bren to do
Register: I see, ok first match will be some Trogs and feral ghoul we found, the next matchwill be against some slave name Paul, he tried to escape so he has to be punsihed (Thats Solbur BTW)
brock: Got it
Register: HEis match will be at 3, you know the drill, tell Vlad I said hi
Brock: Will do
Brock walks away, he had to find Paul and explain the Plan, if Paul didn't know the plan then they are screwed
Unknown to him Hale was watching him, he had a feeling of what was going to happen soon
Back in the House Bren was trying the gloves on
"Not bad Jack": Bren said
BRen took the Gun anf fired a shot at a tin can on the floor, the recoil was strong but the gloves helped a bit
"Tough gun, kill anyone with it?" He asks
Paul grunted as a Raider shoved him into a makeshift booth in the corner of a room, slamming the door behind him. So, he was fighting in the Hole. Letting them get shot by another slave was by far a more elaborate, exciting way to execute somebody than just shooting them outright. He'd been told that the guy he was meant to be fighting was some sort of radiation-regenerating half-Ghoul or some weird shit like that, so it seemed the Raiders wanted to even the odds a bit. On the table in front of him was a jar of Rad-X pills and two syringes, one loaded with Stimpak fluid and the other with RadAway. On the floor was sitting an AutoAxe, with a proper flesh-ripping blade as opposed to the shabby thing he used for working in Downtown. Also there was what looked like a worn-out coverall suit with plates of armour strapped and crudely attached to it at various places, and a helmet with a gasmask and goggles. Apparently this would help with the radiation, although given the state of it, not by much. Still, though, should be able to keep the fight going for longer. Sadistic bastards. Paul sighed to himself and started getting dressed, concealing the jar and the syringes in the coverall.
--Cerebral plague 19:18, 27 April 2009 (UTC)
"That's my oldest .50 revolver, I use it in most of my work. I would assume about fourty five kills, but it still works like new." Jack took out his shotgun, he would be going to release the trogs as soon as Brock got back. "Anyway, this guns probably the least reliable thing I've ever used, found it in a old bunker. It's a trench gun used in world war two."
Brock walked into the room, he told the Guard he was a friend and wanted to give him last rites and such
Brock looks around
Brock: klisten, I'm here to tell you, don't fight back, Bren is gonna save you, but we need to stall in the next match unsterstood?
Bren turned to Jack
Bren: World War 2, not bad, still pretty tough, glad I had the forsite to have some gloves or else....well I would need somthing to match my leg
Bren laughs and Jack smiles a bit, it was kinda funny
"Remind me never to ask you for weaponry," Vladimir grunted. "I plan on springing out the slaves, but I want Bren to survive, too." He may have seemed humorless, but he had a job to do.
"Stall? Yeah, that'd be pretty swanky for your Bren friend, but what about me? The meds and this suit can only do so much. I'll die of rad poisoning 'fore you can do shit." Paul muttered as he fitted his gas mask on over his face. This guy seemed to be trying to help him, but his ideas were in the wrong place. He nodded for the man to continue speaking as he gave his new AutoAxe a test-revv.
Brock: He is going to make sure that we keep he slavers attention of you guys, meaning fire but miss at him, he will do the same, trust me after this the Slaves will Uprise, I have to go now but I hope you understand what we are trying to do
HE walked out leaving Paul on his Own
Bren: You are one odd person Vlad, and your moves....remind me of a friend back home JAcob, nice guy for a former Enclave experiment, think he is still made at me Jack?
Bren was eating some slop, he still impressed everyone for his like of the taste, even Vlad was a tad bit worried thata human or a ghoul who would like the stuff
"Bren, Jacob choked a Crusader to death and said that he was thinking of you when he did it, although he said it much more menacingly and shot the guy in the face right after." Jack then picked up his Trench gun, and started to go out the door. "I'm going to the steel yard to release the trogs." He took off his glove that the pipboy was attached to, and threw it to Vlad. "Call me on the second frequency once you want to release them."
Bren gulped, Jacob was still as scary
bren: Warrior Weapons
He then relized that Vlad never heard of them (HE thinks hehasn't)
Hale sat on his bed, bandaging up his hands. Well, actually, he was binding them to prevent his bones from splaying if he hit something tough barehanded. He had his Ka-Bar sheathed in the small of his bac, and had his M1911 holstered under his arm. His M72 was sitting happily inside a sports bag, nicely concealed. Along with a carbine assault rifle and a sawed-off pump shotgun. Hale also had grenades secreted all over his body. Armed to the back teeth for the first time in over a year. It felt good.
Bren said something about a fellow named Jacob and something about a warrior's weapons. Vladimir wasn't going to pay it any mind, but he wanted to make something clear to Bren. "Bren, are you comparing me to some kind of Enclave freakshow? I want to make this very clear. Me and those pseudo-government assholes, we have nothing in common. Got it?"
"So you know somthing about the?" Bren asks he thought he touched a nerve and he didn't relize that he was close to being skewered by the apropitly named Vlad (I'm refering to the impailor prince if you didn't get the reference)
Bren looked at Vlad who was in thought on what to say next, he by mistake let somthing slip (he mentioned he acknowledged them rather then to say never heard of them)
Outside i nthe Steel Yard Brock Was chatting with JAck
Brock: so I told Bren's oppentent what we are oing, I hope he agrees to it because he knows Bren is half Ghoul and this is just a trick so he dies from the Radation
"I was in the Enclave for a long time, until I realized that they are evil. Don't bring them up again, or I will break you," Vladimir growld. It was a touchy subject.
(a bit of a risky speech challenge, mentioning my daD)
"My Dad was in the Enclave, he deserted and fell in love with a Japanese woman...they both are dead now" Bren said a little upset
HE goes into the his stuff and pulls outt eh ratty book that has the speical message in the front cover (see Bren's Profile for it)
"This is a momento of them ever since I could remember" Bren said handing theb ook to Vlad
"I'm sorry to mention the enclave, they are monsters...my dad I wished he had a better choice in life" HE added
Vladimir looked at the cover. The Art of War. "I suggest you read that," he said. "It would teach you a lot about tactics. My lot wasn't much better than yours. My parents were Enclave soldiers who were killed by Raiders(or so he thinks), and it was very difficult for me to realize that they were committing evil acts by following their orders. That's why I left."
" we all make mistakes...I never should have left the DC wasteland when they needed me...but I will make it right, Vlad I'm glad to have met you" Bren said smiling, he then armed himself, it was about an hour to 3 AM, his fight would start, thanks to the cover of the night it would either make things harder to stage the uprising, or eaisyer, either way it was gonna be rough. Bren then decided to head tot he hole, he woulwas ready to fight, of course without his trusty rifle he was at a slight disadvantage, but the gun he has will help a bit, he also had 2 smoke grenades, Vlad had helped him kamn 2 and with a slighty improved formula to increase the smoke screen
Hale stabbed another man in the chest, his Ka-Bar ending the struggle. That was the second time someone had tried to mug him. He had found no stamp on the body of that runt slave he'd thrown out the window, and asked around. There were two slave owners who didn't stamp or brand their slaves in some way. One was Nargul, and the other was that guy who had taken the boy with the peg leg from him. Hale was on his way to pay Nargul a little visit. Maybe get a few answers about why he was sending someone to sift through his room. If that turned out to be a dead end, he'd visit the stoic fella with the permanent poker face. (I'm intending for the slave to be a spy for Vlad, give Hale and Vlad a reason to beat the snot out of each other)
He was approaching another one of Nargul's slave markets now. He stepped in past the gates, nodding to the security guard. Then he made what would have been a mistake for a normal Slaver. He ignored politeness and walked straight into the back office. The guads rushed towards him, raising their electrical cattle prods and guns. Hale sidestepped guard number one, plunging his knife upwards into his neck, severing his jugular vein, windpipe and right hand side carotid artery. Hale stepped toward the next one, knocking him to the floor and stamping downwards on his head, killing him as he blocked an attack from a third guard. Hale then spung to that one, who was making another attack, with a set of brass knuckles on each hand. Hale ducked as the man went for his head, and at the same time, he kicked backwards into the leg of the next guard, breaking her femur. He came up under the brass knuckled man's guard, landing a body blow with his left, then grabbing the man's chin and breaking his neck with his right.
Hale shot the last one and strode up the stairs, knifing a guard coming down at him, and shooting the guard behind her. He burst into the office room, overlooking the slave pens. A small man in a grotty suit jumped up from behind a desk, raising a .32 revolver, which Hale shot out of his hand. The room guard burst in at Hale, grabbing him in a bearhug. Hale swung his head backwards, breaking the man's nose. The man's grip loosened and Hale stabbed him in the femoral artery. The guard spasmed in his death throes on the ground as Hale grabbed the suit wearing runt and slammed him into the desk.
"Recognize this face?" Hale asked as he lowered the room-searcher's severed head to the desk. Hale didn't have a camera on him at the time, so he'd had to improvise, and cutting the man's head off to show around had been the easiest option. The little man shook his head vigorously under Hale's hand, and Hale bounced the man's head off the table, cracking his skull and breaking his neck. Hale then went into the office's bathroom, washed his hands and face, straightened his tie and hair, and reloaded his guns. Then he walked out of the place as if nothing had happened. No one on the street had heard the commotion.
It was time to visit the stoney-faced man who had taken the peglegged slave.
Vladimir grunted and sat down. This laying around was beginning to get to him. He was ready to go. He tried to sit down and meditate, and that worked for a while. However, he soon remembered that Knight Templar Jameson, one of very few AWA connections he had here, had not reported back. That bothered him. Jameson was a good, loyal soldier, and he would not do something without his CO's approval. Vladimir stood up and began pacing. That didn't calm him down either. The Paragon exhaled heavily, then walked out onto his quarters' balcony. He hefted a loose brick from nearby. Taking careful aim, he hurled the weapon with all his might. It flew down and split open the head of a passing Raider. One less for the slaves to worry about.
Vladimir walked inside and looked at Bren and Brock. He chuckled at the alliteration in their names, then stopped. If he was chuckling on a mission, that was a bad sign. "Alright, Bren," he said, "It's time for you to go to the Hole. Brock, go to the observation area to provide cover, but stay out of site. We don't want you to fuck up royally and get your ass killed. I'm going to get ready to release the slaves."
Vladimir strapped his tanto on, holstered both of his pistols, and slung his assault rifle over his back. It was time to get the show on the road, and Vladimir didn't intended to leave anything behind.
Hale stopped suddenly. It had just hit him like a freight train that he had no idea where Pokerface Man hung out. Swearing under his breath, he began to ask around, until a brick hit the raider he was talking to in the face, more or less disintegrating his head. Hale jumped back and looked up, wiping the raider brains off his shirt. Then he saw him. The bald-headed stoney-faced slave owner who had sent that rummaging little shit into his room. Now he needed to find out why a slaver wanted to find out why he was here. Hale stepped into the lobby area, or what passed for a lobby, of the lodgings the Slaver had rented. He lashed out, punching the doorman into unconsciousness with one shot. The man fell to the ground, probably choking on his own tongue. The elevator doors opened, and the bald man stepped out. The two of them locked eyes, like two bulls staring from the far end of a field. Hale threw the severed head of the slave to the floor.
"One of yours, I take it." Hale said. Without a word to confirm or deny, the stoney-faced man dived off to the side firing with a Glock in each hand. Hale dived off behind the sturdy oak desk he had just relieved of its doorman, returning fire with his M1911. They both gave wordless roars as they fired and fired, neither one able to land a decent shot. Hale was staggered as a shot skimmed his shoulder, but Vlad was sent reeling by a glancing shot to the knee. This was going to be harder than Hale had thought.
Damn he's fast! Vladimir thought as his opponent dodged and fired. A shot glanced the side of Vladimir's stomach. "God damn!" Vladimir yelled. He fired and dodged the opponent's shots, then swore as his pistol clacked on empty. He dove out of the way as Hale's bullets tore rents through the air around him. He fired with his other pistol, then flew behind cover just as his other Glock clicked. A shot that would have slain Vladimir if he had been a moment slower punched a hole through the wall as Vladimir took cover behind a doorway to reload. Vladimir knew that he wasn't doing so well, and that bothered him. To his credit, though, he had destroyed his opponent's cover within a few shots.
Jack was walking toward the steel yard entrance. He waved to the man guarding the entrance, right before he snapped his neck. He didn't look like the guard that usually guarded the place. Jack continued on walking into the steel yard, as a nearby Trogg jumped up at him, only to be decapitated by a shot gun blast to the head.
Hale cursed. His M1911 and Sawn-Off had clicked empty a long time ago, and now his M4 had emptied. He pulled his M72 Gauss Rifle from his bag and began firing that. The deep boom of the Gauss Rifle fire began to drown out the noises and screams of passers by who were being indiscriminately cut down by stray shots and misses. Then Hale swore as his Gauss Rifle emptied. He stuffed it back into his bag, and swore as the bald man jumped his cover with a knife. Hale kicked out into the man's leg, but the attack was dodged. Hale rolled backwards, drawing his Ka-Bar. They lunged at each other, their knives rang as they clashed, occassionally striking sparks as they passed thorugh areas of the lobby left dark by shot-out lights.
Hale kicked, but the man got his shin in the way. Just like Hale would have done. Then, as their knives were locked together, baldy went to punch Hale in the gut and follow up with a hook punch to the head. Like Hale would have done. Hale dodged the body blow by twisting his torso, and weaved his head away from the hook punch. Just like Vlad would have done. They were keeping an eye on each other, and trading blows that missed by the slimmest of margins. A quick glimpse at the clock in the corner told Hale that they'd been at this for almost half an hour now. A crowd was gathering.
(sorry I'm late, been busy working on my Senoir Project, and playing FF 7 )
Bren was walking to the hole, unaware of the fight vlad got himself into, he had to focess, if he screws up, hi mand the slaves were doomed
Both fighters had been disarmed by now, but they were still fighting with no indication of stopping. Vladimir swore as a brutally fast front kick from Hale knocked him back. Vladimir recovered by throwing an equally fast round kick, followed immediately by a hook kick. It connected and hurled Hale into a wall. It was the first one of Vladimir's strikes that had hit for any serious effect. Vladimir tried to follow up with a punch at Hale's head, but it missed and knocked a hole through the wall instead as Hale dodged to the side and hurled a backfist towards Vladimir's head, as well as a ridge hand to the armpit.
Neither strike connected. Vladimir struck towards Hale with a crosscut, but it missed. As Hale went to retaliate with a punch, Vladimir swam his arm around Hale's and exerted pressure to bend the Enclave soldier over, then delivered a knee into Hale's ribs. Before Vladimir could follow up with a downward hammerfist to Hale's neck, Hale swept Vladimir's legs out from under him and sent him falling down, then delivered a downward elbow strike into Vladimir's back.
Paul nodded to the Raider, tightening his grip on the handles of his AutoAxe and spreading his feet apart. With this gas mask on his face, it felt like the first time he could breathe clearly in years. The Raider nodded in response and yanked back a lever. The small cage opened, and out rushed three starved Trogs.
Paul revved his AutoAxe as he held it above his head, moving forwards to meet their maddened dash. He brought the blade down on the first, fastest one's skull, spewing out blood and brain matter against the floor of the Steel Yard entrance. The second came, shireking, and had almost pounced on him by the time Paul had managed to pull the AutoAxe out of the first one's head. He fired up the blade again and brought it upwards in a controlled, horizontal arc to meet it in the air, bisecting its torso from its legs. The former flew over his head while the latter dropped to the floor, kicking lightly as they twitched their last. The third one howled madly at the death of its comrades and swung a shrivelled claw at him, Paul responding with a vicious kick to its skinny arm. While it was recoiling, he retaliated swiftly and brutally. He rushed forwards and swung the rotating blade into the creature's ribs, allowing the force of his strike and the shifted weight of the heavy weapon to carry him and the blade forwards through the beast's torso. Planting his boot on the last one's skull and crushing it for good measure, he turned back to the Raider, panting heavily.
"Okay, practice over. Pretty good job, Calhoun. Think you'll do good against this guy!" The Raider cackled as he walked towards Paul, slapping the slave lightly on the back to signal they were going back inside. Paul then made his way to the Hole, wondering whether or not to kill his opponent outright or to stall and get irradiated to hell, like the strange man who'd visited his room had suggested.
Hale rolled Vlad onto his face, trying to ensure that the bald man couldn't defend himself as Hale went to work on his kidneys with a few quick, but no less brutal for it, punches. Vlad rolled with the last punch, then jumped to his feet.Hale went to throw a punch, until his injured shoulder seized up in protest. Vlad took advantage and kicked out at him. Hale caught the kick and grabbed Vlad by the belt, throwing over his hip, straight into the wall. The sheer effort forced Hale to stagger back. Vlad didn't give him a chance for respite, throwing a punch. Hale trapped his arm after making a quick block, but Vlad did likewise to Hales counter punch. Hale then headbutted Vlad, sending him staggering.
Hale, now almost completely bereft of energy, lunged at Vlad, slamming him into the wall, and throwing knee kicks into his thighs, until Vlad caught a firm hold of Hales balls and threw him backwards. The both staggered away from each other, Hale holding onto his groin, trying to make sure everything was still intact, while Vlad counted his teeth with his tongue. Then, after a brief moment of cicrling and glaring, they went at each other again. Hale and Vlad punched, blocked and counter punched for a further five minutes until they both found an opening. Theyeach threw a straight punch to each other's heads, and each one struck simultaneously. They both fell to the ground, rolling slowly to get back to their feet.
Vladimir's entire body ached. He'd never fought to this intensity before. After ascertaining that his teeth were more or less intact, Vladimir wrenched a support strut out of a nearby wall and dove back into the fight, lashing out with speed and desperation at Hale, hoping to beat him down enough to get a killing blow. Hale slammed Vladimir back into the wall where Vladimir had pulled the strut out, and the entire building rumbled. Vladimir pushed Hale away from him and began whirling the strut around him in a whirlwind of death. The crowd outside dared not to get too close.
Right. They'd just levelled half of a corrugated iron boarding house. Hale snarled as Vlad came at him again with that strut. It was a sturdy piece of rebar, quite capable of bursting Hale's head like a fruit. Hale dodged and dodged again. Every muscle screamed in agony at the exertion. Every nerve ending was burning from exhaustion. His blood was roaring in pain as adrenaline pumped into his system again and again, until his adrenal glands and his pancreas felt like they were collapsing from trying to pump out adrenaline and counteract it in their turn. Hale jumped back as Vlad swung for him again, demolishing the seat that had been next to Hale.
Hale looked up, and kicked a chair upwards into the lights over Vlad's head, showering him with broken glass as the halogen flourescent tubes shattered. Hale stepped back and pulled a fire axe from the box next to the stairs. He swung it around at Vlad as he recovered, his head and face bleeding from dozens of tiny cuts inflicted by the shattered glass. Vlad blocked, the rebar staff breaking a chunk from the timber handle of Hale's axe. Hale then kicked at Vlad, and followed up with the haft of his axe. They were both stumbling around now, both exhausted and in pain.
Vlad staggered. He hadn't been shot, had he? His muddled brain couldn't remember. He did know that staggering without getting shot was a bad sign. It was, right? He'd seen other soldiers stagger. Vladimir snapped his attention back to the fight. Had he missed anything? He hoped not. Vladimir swung the shaft at Hale, knocking the axe from his hands. Before Vladimr could counter, the strut fell from his fingers. He was so tired. If only...Vladimir snapped back again. He and Hale struck at each other again. They were fighting, but their fighting lacked the intensity it had possessed earlier. Vladimir took and threw punches. His vision tunneled in on his opponent. Did he know him from somewhere? Vladimir was sure that he did. Something in the back of his head told him that he had met this ferocious fighter before. Vladimir wished he could think better. The armor under his clothing was dragging him down. If only he wasn't...Vladimir snapped back a third time. Hale threw a punch, and Vladimir used a hooking block to get behind him and grab a fistful of his hair. Putting him in a chokehold, Vladimir said in Hale's ear, between gasps for air, "This is why I shaved my head."
The fight was going on in the house, when all of a sudden the door was kicked open. A group of mean, at least ten came running in. They were equipped with Infiltrators, and had them pointed at the two men fighting. Then, a large man came in. "Who the fuck's been fighting, in my fucking town?" He looked at the middle of the room and pointed his .44 at them. "You two! If you want to fight, ruin my building, and a bunch of other shit, do it in the hole damn it!"
Jack was reaching the area where he could free the Troggs, he smashed his .50 magnum in a troggs face, and shot it point blank. Continuing walking, he tried to wipe off the trogg guts on him.
Hale and Vlad had spent the last ten seconds in cover, trying to reload their weapons. They looked at each other from across the room, then at the man who'd just burst in. They nodded to each other and opened fire on him and his group, before making a break for it. Hale didn't know or care if they'd killed them, he was just glad to be away from fighting that baldy-headed bastard. Presumably, Vlad was thinking something much the same.
Vladimir pumped a Stimpack into his arm. He suffered a little resistance, and he was going to be running low soon, but he needed help, badly. Before he left, he confiscated the 10mm pistols, .44 magnums, and combat knives that the unconscious or dead slavers were carrying. He could use those to repair his weapons. As for now, he had slaves to free.
Bren walked into the Arena and he saw Paul, he hada look in his eyes saying that he didn't want to die and he would kill anyone to do it
Announcer: Today we have a special, 2 Slaves who thought they could escape the Pitt, what do we do with them?
The crowd shouts : Punish them
AnnounceR: Thats right, we Have Paul who you just Saw take out those Trogs n a great way, but he is taking on Bren Tenkage who is ruthless and killed a Yao gui with his bare hands/ Alright, BEGIN!!
Bren runs behindsomes cover and prayed Paul wouldn't attack
The barrels hit the floor heavily, radiated gas quickly filling the small arena. Paul swallowed a few of the Rad-X pills he had hidden in the corner of his mouth as he fitted on his mask quickly, breathing deeply through the filter. He immediately saw Tenkage dart behind cover as he began to walk towards him. He killed a Yao Guai with nothing but his fists and he was hiding from a scrawny man with a weapon that was almost too heavy for him to use properly? Maybe he was going by that plan the strange guy had told him. Maybe it wasn't a trick to just get him killed. Paul picked up his pace as he moved towards Bren, revving his AutoAxe and holding it to the sky like a savage to gain some whoops and cheers from the bloodthirsty Raider crowd.
"Tenkage is in for a world of pain!" The announcer laughed. Cocky bastard. Paul felt like turning the fucking AutoAxe on him, which he had every intention of doing if this uprising the strange man had mentioned occured like he said. Regardless, he ran up to Tenkage, swinging his AutoAxe into the cover he was hiding behind.
"Keep dodging!" He hissed urgently through his mask, just loud enough so only Bren could hear him over the roar of the crowd. He swung again for the half-Ghoul's prosthetic leg, and Bren responded by rolling backwards to avoid and then pulling out his rifle, aiming just above Paul's head and firing, missing deliberately. The two of them shared a nod of acknowledgement as Paul moved in for another would-be attack.
Bren dodged more attacks this was tough, not only do they have to put on a good show, but they have to make it look like they really are trying to kill eahc othert, so Bren ran close and grabed Pauls neck (lightly)
Bren hissed" Alright kick my right leg, I will fall and you step on my chest, that should satifisy these guys, I think we are close to escaping"
Paul only nodded, but he had other ideas. Too basic, he thought. Not only did he brutally kick out Bren's prosthetic leg, he then sent his knee into his groin. "Hey, don't worry, radiation heals ya, right?" Paul chuckled, before grabbing him and slamming him into the cover he was hiding behind. The half-Ghoul's grip on his throat loosened as Paul allowed himself to swallow a few more Rad-X pills. He put his boot onto the former Wastelander's chest and applied pressure, revving his AutoAxe as the crowd's cheering reached its animalistic crescendo...
Bren punched the leg that was on him and Paul in surprise drops the Auto Axe, what happened as that the blades landed rightr beside Bren's sweating head, then an explosion happened, the Plan is in Effect, Operation Cage Breaker has begun
Vladimir set off the first explosion and blew the doors off of the first group of slaves' quarters. Everything was going according to plan so far. Just four more quarters to go. Vladimir yelled in to the slaves that he was initiating an escape and ordered them to police the weapons and armor off of the bodies of the dead raider guards. Vladimir quickly moved and opened two more quarters before he met any resistance.
When a smattering of Raiders entered to see what was going on, the slaves looked poised either to fight or run, but, before they had a chance to do anything, Vladimir used his assault rifle to turn the wall behind the guards into a monocolor painting, with Raider blood as the paint. This inspired the slaves even more, and they began work on opening the fourth quarter while Vladimir moved to the fifth.
Vladimir fired his assault rifle as he entered the fifth courtyard, spraying soft-point rounds with deadly efficiency to take out the area's Raider guards. When the weapon clicked on empty, Vladimir dove behind cover, then popped out with one of his Glocks. He moved and fired, methodically taking out each Raider that entered the range of his weapon. As he turned a corner, he was met with a Raider wielding an AutoAxe, with another following close behind. The first enemy swung downward at him. Vlad sidestepped and, before the fighter could recover, Vladimir stabbed underneath his chin with his tanto, then slid the weapon down to the nape of his neck. One down, one to go. Vladimir hefted the enemy's AutoAxe and advanced to meet the other Raider, blades whirring.
The AutoAxes met in midair. Sparks flew as both blades spun against each other. Vladimir immediately began muscling through the enemy's block to strike a killing blow. Before he could finish, the Raider dodged back to avoid the whirling blades. Vladimir and the enemy feinted and lashed at each other with small, controlled strikes. The enemy was not willing to commit, and Vladimir was still getting used to the weapon. Suddenly, Vladimir swung downwards with a brutally fast chop, leaving his opponent no time to dodge. The Raider desperately used the weapon's haft to block the attack. Vladimir sawed right through it, then stabbed forward. He was drenched as the industrial tool-cum-weapon sprayed blood and chunks of gut as it slashed through the unfortunate Raider's armor and stomach. Vladimir liked his new weapon.
Jack was waiting for a signal to let out the Troggs. He had assumed that the large boom he heard earlier, probably from an explosion, was it. Some near by ones where feeding on the dead slaver Jack killed, un aware of him watching their feast. It was disgusting, yet for some reason he couldn't stop watching. He threw a grenade, before running from the area. He had a mini nuke set where he threw the grenade, and it was currently blowing up what ever stopped the Troggs from rampaging like this.
Paul flinched as he heard one explosion, then began to smirk as he heard a sequence of them, sounding more distant. He looked up to the cage. Raiders were looking around confusedly, and some of them were filing out of the observational area of the Hole, presumably to see what was going on. So the plan had came to fruition! The guy wasn't bulling! They were going to get out! This was Paul's second escape attempt in twenty-four hours, and by the looks of things, it was going to work! Watching as the last Raiders were leaving the area, Paul swallowed his remaining Rad-X pills, slung his AutoAxe over his back from the strap on the haft and extended his hand to help Bren up. The Wastelander grabbed it and Paul yanked him to his feet.
"C'mon! We're moving!" Paul bellowed over the noise of the confused ruckus several feet above them, and so, the two of them fled from the Hole and into Downtown. Paul pumped himself full of the RadAway he had hidden in his coverall as they ran.
Nargul listened carefully to his spy "alright thats enogth" the slave left.So the slaves were trying to escape again.Nargul pulled on his helmet and started running towards downtown the slaves wouldn't cross the bridge this time.
He stoped as he heared the clash of Auto-Axe on Auto-Axe.Running towards the sound he checked his rifle and ripper and started to move towards the sound.
Jack noticed a power armored man running towards the hole. All of a sudden, Jack remembered why the hell he was here in the first place. A ex-slave who had escaped from here wished for his slaver to be tortured, and then left for dead. He was the only power armored man in the Pitt, and there was a good chance Nargul was Jack's bounty. Jack started running towards the Slaver, drawing his sword. Nargul had already spotted him, and drew his ripper. Jack looked down at his sword, and leaped up at him, slashing out. Nargul blocked with the ripper, only to be parried by Jack, barely blocking his attacks. With in a few strikes against the ripper, Jacks blade finally broke. The power armored man smiled, and stabbed at Jack with the Ripper, tearing a hole in Jack's Poncho. Jack took off the Poncho, the man's ripper was stuck in it, and was rendered useless at the moment. Jack smiled, before drawing a combat knife, and stabbing at Natural's hand. Nargul dropped the ripper, cursing loudly. Jack put Nargul into a choke hold, and started the task of carving out his eye.
Until Hale smashed into both of them. He needed to set off as much chaos as possible to get out of here with those ingots. He rolled over, dodging a knife strike from Jack, and a kick from Nargul. He jumped to his feet, his body screeching in protest after the fight with baldy. Jack jumped at him. This guy was quick. Hale barely dodged the knife strike, and slammed his bag into the back of Jack's head, the weight of the guns held within staggering the now poncholess knife-weilder. He kicked out backwards at Nargul, who had managed to extricate his ripper from Jack's poncho. Hale jumped backwards as the two of them went for him, but stepped back in as Jack went for Nargul again. This guy had a major problem with priorities Hale thought as he floored them both again, then spun to hit a raider, and then another, setting off a sizeable brawl. That was all he needed.
"I'll see you on the flipside, or I'll see you in hell boys!" Hale called to JAck and Nargul as he disappeared into the crowd of brawling raiders, slaves and Trogs. What were Trogs doing this deep into the human areas?
It seemed that a man had come out of no where, tackled Jack, and just dodged the attacks from both the power armored man, and Jack. No matter, Nargul was still crawling away from Jack. "It's not over yet" Jack said, just loud enough that Nargul could hear him. Taking out another knife, he restarted the process of cutting out his eye.
Vladimir had not noticed the fight between Jack, Nargul, and Hale, and if he did, he didn't care. Jumping up on a pedestal, he addressed the freed slaves below him. "Today, you get your just deserts. Today, you are freed. You, who have spent your days hacking at steel for some man, are now going to be fighting your way out of here into a new life! Do not lose hope; the end is in sight! From this day on, I, Paragon Vladimir Sechin of the American Wasteland Army, will set you free! Who goes with me to a new life and new hope?"
As he said the last sentence, he punctuated his words with a rev of his AutoAxe, adding to the already large multitude of cheers that came from the body of the slaves. They surged forward, to the Raiders' gun shops, to their armories, to the tool sheds to seize their saws, and to the bodies of their hated oppressors who they could finally repay for their cruelties. The slaves were an unstoppable tide, and Vladimir was at their head, carving a bloody swath through his foes.
Hale smiled to Agent Walker as he crossed the bridge out of the Pitt. Baldy's little revolution wouldn't really succeed. The slavers would deal with this rebellion just like the last one, but it would take time. Unless these slaves left. Then it would take decades for the Pitt to recover it's former glory. Hale didn't care. He had thirty ingots on him, and Walker had another twenty five. Along with the fifteen they had already sent back to the local command group, they had exceeded the request by ten ingots. Now, Hale might be able to ask the Senate what they wanted those ingots for. He and Walker spent the next eight hours hiking to the pickup point, where they got a nice little airlift outta Pennsylvania, back home.
(Major John Hale, Exit stage left)
Nargul screamed as jack started to saw at his eye.He reached out to his infiltrator that was on the floor and squezed the trigger firing it into jacks knee.Jack stoped sawing his eye and nargul twisted the knife round to stab at jacks arm.He kicked him off and picked up his rifle pointing it at jack "take this you hippy" he fired the rifle but missed as his aim was off.
Paul sprang at a Raider who was busy holding off a bunch of Trogs from behind, bringing his elbow down on the man's head to daze him before pulling him into a brutish, restraining grapple. While he was still confused, Paul swiped the Infiltrator from his grip and, with the combat knife he'd been carrying around since he found Matthews' body in the Steel Yard, severed the strap holding a small bag of ammunition to the man's pants and caught it before it hit the floor. He then shoved the man into the Trogs, who were on him with in seconds. Reloading the assault rifle then stuffing the bag into his coverall, Paul continued into Downtown, attempting to navigate through the chaos with Bren at his back.
Jack fell to the ground. He drew his ballistic knife, and fired at his eye, cutting it out. It fell to the ground, rolling towards Jack. Jack got up, and tackled Nargul to the ground. He then stabbed his stomach, missing internal organs some how. He then got up, and proceed to shoot him in the knee. He might just survive it, but that was unlikely. Jack then started running in Vlad's direction.
(alright Drifter should soon be coming into them iz as soon as I leave...maybe 2 days after escaping)
"Paul you ok? I hope the Radation didn't urt you" Bren said with concern in his voice
Thralk rushed along, looking around for prey. He was a massive Trog Savage, easily the size of a Super Mutant. Yes, prey. Food for eating. Soft squishy pink food. No fur no metal. Just pink squishiness. Yes, eat-eat. Feed. The Trog named Thralk rushed along. It had chosen Thralk because it was easy to remember and pronounce with his misshapen maw. It hamstringed a slaver that was about to jump a man with many bangstick (that's you Jack), bore him to the ground and tore out his throat. The pink one stopped struggling. Thralk began to feed, tearing at him, and thrashing at other Trogs that came close to his meal. In a display of immense strength, Thralk lifted the thing up in his jaws and flung it into a crowd of his waiting brothers. He howled, baying for more blood. More blod for feeding. Yes, YES!!!!
Thralk bounded off in the wake of the man with the dress and many lightning guns. (again, that's Jack). Prey was bound to be found in the wake of such an equipped manling. Yes, Prey, Prey for feeding. Eat-eat, YES!
Crap! that asehole merc had cut out his eye.His armor had protected his internal organs from the stabing but his eye was removed.He grasped at his eye,it was time to get out of slaving he hauled himself up and made his way to the railway and DC.It would be good to see his family again,He needed to upgrade his power armor anyway so it was time to head to one of the gun-caches ashur had told him about.
Jack stabbed at the Trogg on him with his knife, tried to getting the monster off him. It was similar to being mauled by a death claw, or what he thought was being mauled by a Death claw was like. Still stabbing at the Trogg, it came down to bite his chest, only to bang it's hand on Jack's armor under neath. It seemed that half the stabs on the giant Trogg didn't even penetrate the flesh.
Then Thralk saw something. More important than prey. More important than feed. Manling who kill Ranna. Man who kill Dargh. Manling who butcher Thralk family. Man who die now. Thralk gave a blood-curdling howl as he jumped, his immensely powerful legs carrying him higher than a human's could possibly go. He caught a window and jump from wall. Land on manling, crush manling. Manling shooting with thunder gun. Thralk hurt. Thralk no care no more. Thralk kill manling.
Thralk landed on the slaver, pinning him to the ground. Thralk leaned in close, very close, snarling, growling, howling, slobbering all over manling face. Manling make terrible smell. Manling scared. Good good. Manling make terrible smell again. Very terrible. Smell like sewer. Good, manling very scared. Thralk leaned in ever closer, closing his distended maw around manling face. He chew manling head to death. Manling stop kicking. Thralk devour half manling head. Yes, good. Thralk feel good. Revenged. Thralk screamed again, howling triumph. Feed now, feed for victory!
Bren saw some Slave struggling against some raiders
"Paul head to JAck, Iwill help the slaves"
Bren ran to them and shot 2 of the raiders dead but the third held a flame thrower
Bren's left arm was burned and Bren screamed in pain then he glared at the raider who in fear dropped the flame thrower, he ran to him and punched him i nthe chest with his free arm
""You are gonna wish you didn't do that" Bren sayid with an evil tone and he proceded to trip him and get on thwe back of the raider
RaideR: What the hell get off
Bren: Nto until you pay the price
Bren grabed his arms (left arm was strill in pain) and pulled them back untuil he heard the crack of the bones breaking and the screaming of the raider
"Live with that pain you monster" Bren says getting off him as he escorted the slaves way from themn
Thralk not monster! Manlings monster! Bastard got wrong way round! Bastard with spangly leg! Leg not his. Leg from robotty. Take leg and hit stupid manling.
Thralk then performed yet another mad leap across the road, landing on top of Bren. Then, on top of Bren, he snarled, and with a mouth no longer suitable for speech, he gave his words:
"You . . .y-y-you. . . d-ie-ie nnnnnnoooow. I'I . . . k-k-i-i-i-l . . . y-ou-ou." Thralk gargled from on top of Bren. He clamped his jaws onto manling shoulder and toss manling. Manling hit ground far off. Thralk jump again. Kill-kill. Eat. Kill strong, eat strong, become strong.
"I prefer nto to fight people like you (refering to Mutations) but iunless you have a deathwish you will leave" Brensaid glaring at him, he was going into a feral state and the Trog Knew this may be not the wisest thing (when I say knew I mean had a feeling in the back of the mind)
Bren grew the pistiol and he wasready to fight, his left arm was stinging good thing he didn't have it in the fire for too long and he only came off with 2nd degree burns
Stupid manling. Stupid smelly manling. Think it scare Thralk. It stupid. Smell like Ghoul and it calling Thralk monster.
While Thralk was distracted by his own feral musings, Bren landed a punch or two on it. Stupid manling, hitting Thralk. Thralk strong. Strong like Deathclaw. Thralk kill deathclaw once. Thralk stronger than Deathclaw.
Thralk then caught Bren as he was about to fire pistol at Thralk. Thralk lift manling into air. Manling flail spangly leg. Thralk like leg. Leg pretty. NO THRALK! NOW NOT TIME TO LOOK AT PRETTY THINGS! Manling kick Thralk with spangly leg. Hurt. Not thunderstick (gun) hurt, still hurt though. Thralk flung Bren against the wall. Bren bounced, right into Thralk's wide angle punch.
Bren was punched right in the ribs, he might have broken 3 of them but he was stil lalive, in pain but alive
"Not bad, you would be perfect for my group...to bad you don't like me" Bren said laughing and when Thralk walked closer to him to finish him Bren smiled as he didn't notice the Frag Mine he threw down while being beaten up, and it wexploded sending the Trog flying away, of course Bren was hit with some of the blast but he survived
"Now then, I'm willing to leave you alone, sorry for disturbing you" Bren said to him
Paul looked over his shoulder at the sound of an explosion. Bren was getting smashed around quite a bit by some bigass Trog. Whether one man lived or died didn't matter to Paul with all this at stake, but he felt obliged to help him in some way. So, hefting the weight of his AutoAxe in his hands and taking a deep breath, he threw it as hard and as far as he could towards Bren. It landed a few feet stray of him. Bren took notice but didn't immediately grab it. Should even the odds a little. With that, Paul continued making his way towards Jack.
Bren rolled and grabbed the Auto Axe.
Thralk roared. Manling get spinning knifestick from sky! Raining spinning knifestick. Thralk extended his claws in hope of catch him own spinning knifestick. Manling run at Thralk with spinning knifestick. NO! Manling step away. Manling not want kill Thralk? Manling smell like Ghoul. Thralk like Ghoul. But Ghoul not make good food. Ghoul taste terrible. Taste like shit. Like shit with Maple syrup.
"W-h-hy you n-n-n-no k-k-khill Thralk?" Thralk gargled. Thralk confuzzled. Why Manling nice? Manling always want kill Thralk and Trog. Not this manling. Maybe this manling wrong in head.
Before Bren could answer he saw a Raider running at the trog with a Metal Pipe so he pushed Thralk away and fired at the Raider dropping him like a fly
"To answer your question, find people who treat others like you like monsters to be bad. You can talk, you can think, you cn be like a human, so why can't you be a human. My Group looks out for the common man in your case the common MEta Human. Please take care" Bren said clutching his chest, he was right 2 ribs were broken and he continued onword
"Mother fucker" Jack whispered to himself. He grabbed a nearby ripper, and started to rush the another giant Trogg currently giving a Slave a hug, or strangling him to death. Yeah, strangling him to death. Jack slashed out with his ripper as another Trogg jumping out at him, cutting off his legs. Then, in a sure move of stupidity, he tackled the giant Trogg, and started to re-revv the Ripper.
Thralk stood there, unfazed by the manling's tackle. Jack hit Thralk over and over, kicking, punching and even headbutting, although he stopped doing that as he got groggy after the fifth one. Thralk did nothing but step back a few times as the battle went on. Stupid manling was funny. Manling wore dress. Manling try to beat Thralk. Thralk laugh.
Jack jumped back as the Trog made what was possibly the most disgusting noise he had ever heard, like the last breath of a man being suffocated by having concrete pured down his throat. He looked up at the Trog, which was just standing there, like some big, dim animal.
"Can't you at least pretend to be hurt?" Jack said, trying to catch his breath. Thralk pushed him over and waddled off after the manling with the spangly leg. "What the hell just happened here?" Jack coughed from the ground.
Bren got in front of JAck and held his arms out
"Trog, or what ever your name is, please let us be, he doesn't know abotu you, please tell your friends (the Trogs) to letsthe slaves and us go, we will let you go in peace" Bren says, if Thralk wanted to kill him he could do i right now, Bren had no way to defend himself
"Bren, I'm going to go ahead and assume if he wanted to eat me, he would of done it a few minutes ago."
Bren helps Jack up, or at least tries as he then feels te sharp pain in his chest, the Feeling o bloodlust has worn off and he was getting feeling back in the pain department
"Damn it,m I broke 2 ribs" Bren said to himself as he jabs a stim into his bone, it would be at least 2 days before is fully healed
Silly manling. Think Thralk still want kill him. Thralk like manling. Manling like Thralk. Manling freak. Manling in dress look tasty. NO THRALK! NOT THINK EATING SILLY MANLING FRIEND! AAARGH! Thralk need eat more manling for smartmaking.
Thralk then killed a slaver who was about to jump Bren. Thralk do good. More slavers came flooding towards the escaping slaves. Thralk stop manling. Not hurt smelly Ghoul-manling with shiny leg. Not hurt Shiny-leg friends. Thralk not let them. Thralk help manlings. Thralk do good.
Thralk then began to herd Bren, Jack and the slaves out of the Pitt, towards the gate and the Bridge. The Trogs began attacking the Slavers as Thralk started leading the manlings away from them. The gate was in sight. Thralk began pounding on the gate as he reached it, eventually tearing it apart with the screech of twisted metal. With that, the slaves were freed. Vlad stared at the Giant Trog. Had Bren just recruited that thing to their cause? Didn't matter, he led the slaves out through the hole where the gate had been, with Thralk holding off the Slavers. Thralk took a step out through the gate after manling with shiny leg. Thralk do good. Thralk help Manlings, Thralk do good.
Then, halfway across the bridge, a shot rang out. Bren turned to see Thralk standing stock-still, like some immense statue, blood pumping from a wound in his chest, inflicted by a sniper at the far end of the bridge. Vlad shot the Slaver, but the damage was done. Thralk began to keel over sideways, towards the railing of the bridge, falling in slow motion.
Thralk hurt. But Thralk do good. Why manling hurt Thralk? The immense Trog thought to himself as he slid and fell over the bridge railing, plummetting towards the river in slow motion, the world growing darker.
Why hurt Thralk? Thralk do good. Thralk . . . do . . . good . . .
Bren screamed and ran to the edge of the bridge as he heard the splash. He looked down, but Thralk was nowhere to be seen.
"Heh, I liked that Trogg! Fuck it, I'm going to go make him a burial or something... How many slavers still left in the Pitt? I would assume people like to be buried where they spent most of their life. "
(the Stim increases the time to heal it still takes a bit, its better then me insurting it and saying its healedup)
Bren gulped and he jumped into the water, he gropped around and felt the arm of him and tried to pull him up
"Damn it, don't die...no I'm running out of air....." Bren thought as he let some bubbles escape, god must have been on his side as he made it shore with Thralk, he then coughed some waterout, noting the taste of blood and dirt in it but that was beside the point
Up to now, Vladimir had shown very little emotion, especially rage. But, in that moment, he lost it. "FUCK YOU!" he screamed in a voice filled with pent-up fury. He was angry, at everything. At his inability to kill Hale, at the Raiders, at everyone who did wrong to the wastelanders, and at his superiors, who took him away from his men to the Pitt. With all that rage, he threw a grenade. The weapon shot through the air and stuck in an unfortunate Raider's head before detonating. Vladimir screamed more expletives, then quieted. He also remembered that he left Bren's rifle in the Pitt, and Brock was nowhere to be seen. Vladimir swore again. Now the boy needs a new rifle, and I'll have to supply it', he thought.
Paul was creeping up behind a random Slaver cautiously when he threw his Infiltrator to the ground, rather loudly and deliberately so to grab his attention, before rushing at him and seizing him by the shoulders, flattening his nose with a solid headbutt and then letting go of him, shoving him backwards with his left hand and applying an uppercut to the Slaver's chin with his right. The Slaver swung at Paul's head with a lead pipe (yes, it seemed he had a lead pipe he didn't notice) so he ducked under the strike and punched him in the stomach, but soon, the two of the fighters had paused to stare and gawp as a Trog, the same Trog that Paul had seen tearing Bren apart earlier, seemed to be helping the slaves. After a few seconds, Paul quickly picked up his Infiltrator and emptied three rounds into the side of the distracted Slaver's head before running up behind Bren, just in time to see the Trog fall off the damn bridge.
"Did that mother fucker just jump in?" Jack looked at Vlad, then started running to the shore. A few of the slaves followed, and soon they were all at the shore. Jack handed his repeater to a slave, and told him to take out any Slaver doing pot shots. "Bren, are you okay?" Jack then noticed Bren was crying. "So, is he still alive Bren? (Wait for Run to say yes or no to that}(oh hell no, that Rifle is worthless its the Hand on it, I swear we got to get it back I don't care I will return into the Pitt and get it back if I have to,and I know its just for dramatics)
Thralk heaved to his feet. Thralk hurt. Manlings standing around. Guns shooting. Thralk run. Manlings follow. Thralk go on four legs. Manlings too slow. Sun coming. Thralk need hide. And that was the last Bren saw of Thralk. For now . . .(it was the first One he killd but yuour right, MK 3 here we coem and we can impprove it somemore too, and sorry Run, I didn't know)
Bren looked around he saw ths Slaves that escaped and Vlad and Jack looking at him like he was crazy
Brock: Fool you really are crazy, I like that
Brock helped Bren up
Bren: So what now?
"Well, I'm leading these ex-slaves to Fort Stalwart so that they can be protected," Vladimir said. "I guess you can come along too. I need to get you a new rifle as well, since I left the old one in the Pitt. I'm sure we can find something in Stalwart."
Bren nods and they began marching little did they know that NArgul was cotacting a Merc to find and kill bren (that would be Drifter)
Bren: Thansk Vlad, so think I could speek with your leaders, I would like to make some sort of arangement of our 2 groups you seem like very nice people
Brock: YEah I heard they look out for the common man, they might be willing to talk to Bren
Paul smiled to himself absently as he walked alongside a group of the former slaves. He pulled off his gas mask and helmet as soon as they got far enough away from the Pitt and took a deep breath. The air was clean; or, well, the cleanest he'd breathed in years. By comparison anyway. "Where d'ya think we're headed?" One of the men behind him asked one of his colleagues. "Fort Stalwart, apparently. Some place up north. Got some military outfit going on up there." A military outfit? How nice. Paul had experience with people who claimed to be military outfits. Bad experience. He had an inkling doubt that this would all go horribly wrong.
But that was quickly staved away as a light, irradiated drizzle began to fall on the group. For some reason or other, Paul began to laugh to himself as he walked. "Five years," he said to nobody in particular, "Five long years..."
Vladimir talked as he led the walk. "Ordinarily, I'd say that would be unlikely. Usually the higher-ups are a bit too busy plotting the course of the AWA to talk to Wastelanders. However, High Elder Tucker is a special case. He legitimately enjoys speaking with wasters about many things. He and Silas Webb used to be good friends. I'll take you to meet him. The regular Elders and Liegelords are out of the question, though."(go for it then, but we had a plan for the Fight between Bren and Sifter, including the ending so no Thralk messing with the fight)
"Thank you Vlad, owe you one for that save, to be honest if it wasn't for you and my friend JAck I would still be in the hole going bloodlusted"
"No problem," Vladimir replied. He was surprised how civil Bren was being suddenly.
Vladimir broke away from Bren briefly and addressed the slaves. "We're headed towards Fort Stalwart, about half a day's trek from here. It is the headquarters of the American Wasteland Army. I need to go there anyway to report to my superiors. Once there, you are free to go and live your lives." Vladimir anticipated that many would either settle in Philadelphia or sign up with the AWA. Those who did neither would become wasteland wanderers.
Bren smiled as they continued to walk to the Fort
"Well, I'm fine with where ever we go if I get Bren back to his little gang. I want those three thousand caps they promised me to find you Bren, and try not to pull those stunts again. I have not yet not received my reward because my bounty killed himself. I killed them a few times, but never the other way around."
(I like, we can even add a Sniper Scope to it)
Bren luaghed, as a fellow MErc he understod the Code of Being a MErc, " Be Paid in Full amount"
"Don't worry you will get your caps, and I will increase it to 3500 caps for your help in this mission, fair?" Bren asks JAck "Maybe you wouldl ike to join our group, we will be sure top make sure youget paid well" Bren adds
Paul picked up his pace into a jog and moved through the crowd of slaves to the front of the group. There was a(nother) bald guy walking in front, and from the repeated sightings of him throughout the uprising and the fact he was leading the group to this Stalwart place, Paul took an educated guess and deduced that he was the mastermind behind it. "Hey," He began, grabbing the man's attention while Bren was focused on the guy in the poncho, "I just want ta... to thank you personally for what you did back there. Hell, I think we all do." Paul gestured back to the rest of the ex-slaves, then paused as he looked off in the distance to his right, taking in the barren scenery. "It's just... the air, the rain, I mean, even the view... thought I'd never breathe, feel or see any of it again." He turned back to face the man as he walked. "So thanks... thank you, man. Hah! Whoo-whee!"
"Paul is it? I hope you are happy, I don't swant to find out you got caught again, try top joina group that will protect you, I suggest with Vlad, or the brotherhood" Bren suggests
after a day and a half they made it to Fort Stalwart and Bren is in awe
"I got to geta better base" He thought
Vladimir laughed. "Welcome to Fort Stalwart!" he yelled over the noise of Behemoths and soldiers drilling. "Alright, those who swish to join the AWA, group up to my left in a triple-file line. Those who don't, move to my right!" The slaves went and followed his commands.
Bren looked around
"So umm when do I meat this Elder?" Bren shouts/asks Vlad
Paul considered his options. He could return to wandering the Wastes and be as free as a shrivelled leaf on the wind, going where he pleases when he pleases and doing whatever he wanted to. But apart from a suit of crude armour, an assault rifle and a knife, he had no possessions and definitely no caps. He could probably get them somehow, but within his reach, here and now, was, for once, a cause. For once in his life, he had the chance to fight for something other than greed, or fury, or survival. And to sweeten the deal, he'd probably get free breakfast and board, too. Making up his mind rather quickly, Paul, with many other of the former slaves, lined up to the left.
"You'll meet him as soon as I get clearance and find these people places to stay!" Vladimir yelled back. Vladimir walked to the gate of Fort Stalwart. The guard at the gate, a soldier in Metal Power Armor, leveled his assault rifle at Vladimir and shouted, "Halt! What is your business at Fort Stalwart?" Vladimir recognized the emblem on the guard's armor and shouted back, "Stand down, Sentinel! I am AWA Paragon Vladimir Sechin, reporting back to base to debrief with High Elder Tucker, as per my directives! I also bring a representative of the D.C.-based group The Claws to speak with the High Elder, and I am escorting escaped slaves from the Pitt to Stalwart as per AWA directive A-24-P!"
The Sentinel, slightly taken aback, granted Vladimir access. He began to herd the slaves through. As he crossed the grounds, both he and Bren noticed the looks they got from soldiers. They weren't bad ones, but indifferent. Vladimir got mixed reactions. Some soldiers' faces held admiration and respect, while others seemed hostile. Bren, for his part, noticed the amount of snipers and heavy troopers around the Fort, as well as the Trebuchets on the Fort's grounds, especially the massive one at the center.
Bren looked around and saw the Soliders who looked at him, he noticed some whispering what he didn't know was that his Exploits and Faluries reached them rom rumors, and some were impressed and toherw were resentful to him
"So Vlad, I better not piss you guys off, you guys seem like go guards" Bren says as calm as he could, inside he was scared if he failed this could cost him his life
"Don't kid yourself, Bren," Vladimir replied, seeming to read the young waster's mind. "Some might be talking about you, but the vast majority are talking about me. I was removed from command of the Retribution Brigade not too long ago, and the soldiers either now dislike me for deliberately disobeying orders, or they admire me for holding up the tenets of the AWA in the face of adversity. And yeah, we are good guards. If you didn't have clearance, you would have been dead before you reached the gates."
The group approached a heavily armored man with a large, boisterous face. It appeared Vladimir knew him. The Paragon approached and greeted him. "Justiciar Kellen, how are you?" he said. "Pass the word on that I'm taking one Bren Tenkage to meet the Honorable High Elder, then debriefing with His Grace afterwards. As for the rest of these people," he continued, "they are escaped slaves. The ones on my left are hearby enlisting, and I want the ones on my right to have some sort of lodging and escorts around Philadelphia, either to Center City or to outlying settlements."
"Yes sir," the Justiciar replied. "And sir, I and many others appreciate how you held up AWA tenets, but others don't, especially our Liegelord Flock. Try to stay out of his way." Vladimir nodded his thanks and continued.
"Tenets" Bren asks, he didn't understood the term , well he knew what the word ment but he didn't know the AWA Tenets
"Yes, tenets," Vladimir said. "Every person who is inducted into the AWA must agree to a minimum of three tenets. They must strive to help the people of the Wasteland in all things, protect wastelanders from danger, and obey the orders of the First and High Elders. There are other, lesser tenets, such as obediance to one's superiors, giving to charity and the poor, and refusal to parlay with people who don't have the wastes' interests at heart. However, when a Paragon is inducted, he agrees to a different set of tenets. The first two stay the same, but the last one is changed to 'keep the interestsof the wastes and the AWA present in all things', and, as you can imagine, that's where the problem started."
"I will remember that the next time I meet one of you guys" Bren replys, slighty confused with what Vlad Said but he was polite nevertheless, and soon they made it to the office of the Elder where saw some Guards looking at him wondering what to do with him, Vlad then raised his hand to indiicate that Bren wasn't an enemy
AWA High Elder Benjamin Tucker scanned over the latest reports from D.C. The entire place had been turned into a hellish battleground. The High Elder looked up at the ceiling of his office and sighed heavily. Why couldn't everyone try and help the people of the wastes rather than using them as fodder? he wondered.
The intercom on his desk buzzed. "Sire," the guard outside's voice crackled, "Paragon Sechin and an unknown Wastelander are here to speak with you."
"Send them in," the High Elder replied.
They were motented to come in and the moment Bren steps foot he does a polite bow to the Elder
"It is an honor to meet you high Elder, my name is Bren tenkage and thanks to your group, you have rescuded many slaves including me" Bren says showing his respect (he has learned not to use force since meeting the OPutcasts)
The High Elder smiled as he looked at Bren over his spectacles. "Well, I see Paragon Sechin has instructed you at least a little in how to address a High Elder of the AWA."
Vladimir began to stutter a reply. The Elder was the one person who could set Vladimir on his toes. The High Elder laughed at Vladimir, his deep throaty chuckle filling his surprisingly cheerful office. "Your thanks is much appreciated, Bren Tenkage," the Elder replied. "I see that Vladimir is able to predict the AWA's actions. Regardless of how Vladimir would have handled your mission, I would have sent in a task force to free the Pitt slaves while securing some of those very useful steel ingots. Our Army could do with many of those. No matter, though. The fact that you wastelanders are free is reward enough. Unfortunately, current events have left me rather busy, and so I must draw a curtain over this pleasant, albeit short, meeting. Unless, of course, you had something to discuss with me?"
"I'm the leader of the group called the Claws, right in the DC area, we are trying to teach the wasteland that that all walks of life can be equal, whether it be Huuman, super mutant, Ghoul, Slave, and so on. I notice your group share some of our ideals of a more peaceful life, I wish that we can form an allience if that is up to you" Bren says, noticing that Vlad seemed a little on edge
"Why is vlad worried...is this man stronger then he iappears" Bren thinks
The Elder scrutinized Bren for a moment, then stood up. "Mr. Tenkage," he said, "I'm not sure you understand what our Army is about, fundamentally. Notice that word, Army. We are a military order. Our underlying goal is to make the lives of others easier in this Wasteland. However, as I'm sure you've noticed, not everyone complies with our goal. We realize it to be noble and true, but unfortunately they do not. Thus, the only way we can bring 'peace' is, ironically, by fighting and killing those who cannot overcome their base human destructive tendencies in order to make life better for their peers. These people could be anyone. It could be you, Vladimir, the man down the street and, yes, even me. However, several notable groups fall into this category. Among these are the barbaric raiders, the brutish Super Mutants, the animalian Feral Ghouls, the primitive slavers, the egocentric Brotherhood of Steel, and the pseudo-chivalric Crusade. Can you accept the fact that we must use war to create our peace and harness death to make life? Not all can."
"Sir with all due respect, I understand the costs of peace....and my group has a person from many races and factions, former Crusade Member, a Super Mutant, A Ghouls, Raider, and many more, hell Even I'm part ghoul...I became like this defending the peace of the Wasteland from the Crusade...." Bren said trying to keep his cool, one wrong move and Vlad could be shooting his head off "I'm sorry for wasteiung your time Elder, I will see myself out" Bren said turning to leave
Bren stopped as the High Elder's strong voice echoed throughout the room as he spoke again. "Now, now, don't go yet, Bren," he said. "I'm not dismissing you outright, I simply want to know whether you can accept the values and actions of our organization. I'd be willing to make an alliance with the Claws, as long as, in return for our alliance and good favor, your organization will help us expand into D.C. Tell me that, and the American Wasteland Army and the Claws will be allies."
Bren walks up to him and extends his hand
"The Claws will do what they can to help you expend your terrirtory, provided our members can still work like we always have, we won't stop you in any mission" Bren says smiling
"It's a deal, then," the High Elder said as he gripped Bren's hand in an iron-hard grip. "Welcome to the American Wasteland Army. Ordinarily I would have you swear the oaths of entry and agree to our tenets, but I doubt that that is necessary in this case."
The High Elder reached around and handed Bren an honorary member's insignia from his desk, equating roughly to Paladin rank. "With this," he said, "you are able to enter most areas of Fort Stalwart without hindrance, and no AWA soldier will ever be able to stand in your way. If you could give me a few minutes to debrief Paragon Sechin on his last mission, he will be able to accompany you around the base."
Bren left the office and sat in the waiting room outside. The Templar Justiciar Paladins that stood guard eyed him curiously from inside their heavy helmets, but he made no reply. After a wait of about ten minutes, Vladimir walked out of the office and saluted briefly to the guards, then moved to Bren's side. He seemed to be in a much better mood. "Anywhere on site you want to go, I'll take you," he said.
Bren was silenthe was looking at the Insignia that was in his hands
"Why did he give this to me, why did yhe trust me like I was his friend" Bren asked Vlad, he honestly was confused as to why he would be Trusted like this, if he was with the Enclave he could use thisto Sabatouge the place with this kind of access
"Well, I'd imagine that the fact that I accompanied you the entire time here had something to do with it," Vladimir said. "Also, His Grace is notoriously good at seeing through disguises and being able to pierce right to the heart of an issue. Also, Paladin access, comparatively, is almost no access at all. What this means is that you have permission to visit the Mess, Training Grounds, Barracks, and Armory without hindrance, and you can visit the briefing rooms, testing labs and meeting halls of the area as long as a superior, actual member of the AWA is with you. Remember that that's an honorary member's insignia. You have restricted movement rights and are left more out of the loop on AWA details, but retain your Wasteland freedoms in return, as well as gaining partial AWA protection. His Grace was correct in saying that you can visit most areas of the base; however, those areas are not the important ones. Now come on, you want a new rifle, correct?"
"Maybe a new leg, I think this uhh Peg leg is starting to crack, cheap metal " Bren says rapping it with his knuckles "Maybe somthing a little more durable" Bren says
He put his hands into his pockets and notices somthing
"Hey I forgot I had some" Bren said pulling out 5 ingots
"I found them when we escaped from the Pitt, you can have them" Bren says handing them to Vlad