The New Fallout RPG

[Hells Sniper]

Achilles nodded. He continued towards the tower. Achilles: So, Captain, tell me about yourself.

[Erex]

Folex:Yes sir. I was born in Arizona joined the NCR when I was 17 fought some mutants didnt think they were out here but a band of them attacked my unt and I am usually a fun guy I like practical jokes I had a nickname at one point the eternal Lieutenant. Because of practical jokes I love to make people laugh but when it comes down to business sir there is nothing I wont do for my men ever. I hope to believe that one day we know peace but Im no pacifist sir. And I named my assault rifle Toto Annihilation after my dog toto. No wife or kids my wife left me after a prank....i faked my death after she told me I wish you were dead after an arguement. Other than that I am a good aim can use practically any weapon in my possession. But can i ask you something why do people use the power armors I dont get it.

[Hells Sniper]

Achilles was chuckling. Achilles: Slow down there, Cap'n. Take a minute to breath between your words. Achilles laughed a bit. Achilles: As for your question, soldiers use power armor for the protection, the advantages it gives them in battle. Things like that, power armor is a very crucial item to a war effort.

[Erex]

Folex:I believe that if you have to wear that much armor then your paranoid. I dont wear it because myvlast CO Colonel Millard says we are all expendable and replaceable. The Irony he was replaced and soon after that he died of mysterious reasons. But Id give my men the armor over me. They are more important. Sorry if Im talking too fast It happens when I drink nukecola.. Have somewhat of an addiction to it had one this morning.

[Hells Sniper]

Achilles nodded. Achilles: Just know this Captain. Every man is worth something. Every man has a purpose. And no man is expendable, nor replaceable.

[Erex]

Folex:Yes sir. So whats our current situation?

[Hells Sniper]

Achilles shrugged. Achilles: We're about to find out, Cap'n. Achilles and Folex arrived at the last tower, Achilles went up first, followed by two of his guards and finally Folex. When he arrived at the top, he saw Sam and Morgan. Morgan turned to Achilles. Morgan nodded. Achilles: Captain Morgan I presume...and, Major Herbert. Achilles turned to Sam. Achilles: What's our situation Herbert?

[Erex]

Folex stood by there and was looking around getting used the surroundings.

[Hells Sniper]

Meanwhile: Caesar II was sitting in the overseer office in Vault 92. He was going through some of the latest scouting reports and updated maps. The Brotherhood had not found the remains of their former teammate, nor Caesar II's new banner. Caesar II sighed, as he brushed the papers aside and grabbed one of the Pre-War books in the Vault. It was a book about Caesar himself, a book about his conquests, his strategies, his rise to power. Caesar II understood all of this, how he made it there, how he became the Emperor of Rome. Yet, Julius Caesar never had to betray his father to make it to the throne. But Caesar II would have to. He would have to betray his father, either killing him, or allowing him to survive by handing over his legion. It would take him months, even years. But Caesar II would do it, even if it took him until the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, even if it took him to conquer the entire DC area. Caesar II would bring honor to the Legion. Even if it cost him his father's life.

[cubanpete24]

***Somewhere in the Capital Wasteland...*** A man was panting, as he was frantically pacing around in his rickety shack. He was throwing open every container he could. His dresser, his footlocker, the drawers to his desk. He could hear someone shouting at him outside the shack. Voice: I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR GAMES RATCHET! Ratchet: Fuck fuck FUCK! He heard a loud crash on his door, it shook the dust off his cieling. Voice: You really think a shack held together with poor welding, and duct tape will keep you safe? Ratchet's teeth were chattering, as he finally lifted out a .32 pistol. He spun the cylinder, and noticed that it wasn't loaded. Fuck! FUCK!!! Voice: Not so confident now without your goons, huh? You piece of shit BRAT. Ratchet reached into his drawer and attempted to load his pistol with his unsteady hands. He was about to load the first bullet but it slipped from his fingertips, when he heard another crash. Only this time, part of his door caved in. He loaded one bullet, and then another, and then another, before he finally decided to leave it at that. He kicked over his table, and dragged it so that the surface faced his door. He took cover behind his table, pulled the hammer back on his .32 pistol, and took aim. Seconds later, the door flew off it's rusty hinges, and what appeared to be a Veteran NCR Ranger slowly stepped inside. He was holding a worn Bowie Knife, that had fresh blood dripping from it's blade. He was breathing profusely, as he stared Ratchet down. Ratchet unloaded his pistol on the ranger. Each shot landed on the Ranger's thick Duster. The Ranger slashed one of the bullets embedded into his chest with his knife, and it fell to the ground. it rolled away from him, making a sound similar to a silver marble. Ranger: Believe it or not Ratchet, even after everything, you are still worth a lot to me alive... The Ranger approached Ratchet, and cornered him against a refrigerator. Ratchet opened the Fridge, and started throwing produce at the Ranger. The Ranger whistled in sarcastic awe. Ranger: I think felt that cabbage more than the .32... Ratchet: Look man, I don't know what the fuck you are, But you better fucking split before my boys come in here and-- Ranger: What boys...Boy. You mean the dozen raiders armed with baseball bats and BB Guns? Oh, we won't have to worry about them interrupting our little Shin-Dig... The Ranger raised his bloody Bowie Knife, and held it as if he were holding up a piece of thread. Rest... He then let the Knife drop the the floor. ...Assured. The Ranger grabbed Ratchet by his scruff and he pressed him against the Fridge. Ranger: Let's start with what you know... You know that you have killed many people...How...is beyond me...But even still, you've spilled enough blood to make a name for yourself. You know that there is a modest Bounty on your head. Now I'm no Bounty Hunter, but I figured I would kill 7 birds with less than 7 stones. But before I sick you on the Justice System of whatever town I take you too...I have a few questions... Ratchet: Ummmm...hehehe, what? Ranger: You know someone that I have an interest in finding. Ratchet: Now, who would that be? Ranger: Id, a self proclaimed "Bandit Queen". You used to submit to her rule, before you, and 12 like minded thugs split, and formed a splinter faction. Ratchet: Okay, yeah. I used to roll with the bitch for a while. What of it? Ranger: I need to know where she is. Ratchet: I thought you said you weren't a Bounty Hunter... Ranger: I'm not, now tell me. Where...is she based at. Ratchet: Why would you want to even know unless you were going to kill her? Ranger: That's none of your concern Lazy-Eye. Now tell me, before you split from her Raider clan, Where was she based it... Ratchet: Like I'd tell you, piece of shit...whatever the fuck you are. You kill ALL of my buds, and you expect me to tell you everything you want to know... You're going to turn me in, or kill me anyway. So why should I give you anything? The Ranger pulled Ratchet back from the fridge, and he opened the top freezer door. He slammed Ratchet's head onto the edge of the cold icebox, before he slammed the freezer door on Ratchet's face. The Ranger then slammed the Freezer door shut, and he pressed Ratchet's bloodied face against the porcelain door. Ranger: Now you listen...and you listen good Boy. You've got 2 options. You can tell me what I want to know, and I can just turn you in. Or... If you don't tell me what I want to know, I'll start by knocking your eye straight! And then I will break each and every one of your bones using that fridge right there... The Ranger grabbed the handle to the fridge, and started opening it, and closing it. Opening it, and closing it. Opening, and closing it, over and over again, until he finally made his point. Starting with your fingers, one by one until I run out of fingers. Then I'll start breaking your toes, and when I run out of toes, I'll move on to your heels, and then your wrists, and I'll keep moving up and up your limbs until you can tell assuredly tell everyone you know, that you are a quadriplegic... Ratchet gulped, as he blinked to keep his lazy eye from looking away from the Ranger. The Ranger leaned in closer. Ranger: And then...I'll turn you in. Ratchet: Alright Alright! Evergreen Mills! She's at Evergreen Mills. Southeast of Little Lamplight! You know where that place is yeah? Ranger: That I do...How keen of you. The Ranger then let go of Ratchet's scruff, and he backed away. Ranger: Thank you. Ratchet: Yeah yeah fuck you too. The Ranger nodded goodbye and turned away. He made his way out the shack Ratchet: Wait, so you're just going to leave me here? Ranger: No, the real bounty hunters are outside. You might want to step outside with your hands raised, and accept your arrest with some dignity. Ratchet sighed, as he slid down the door of his fridge, and sat on the floor. When the Ranger stepped outside, he was greeted by 3 men wearing khaki dusters. Regulator: Thanks again Poe. Poe: It was my pleasure. Poe nodded his head to each of the Regulators. Gentlemen. Regulator: Wait...You don't want a reward...or anything? Poe: I got what I came for. He's yours.