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| Topic Started: Sep 1 2009, 10:56 PM (1,018 Views) | |
| dogmrian | Sep 1 2009, 10:56 PM Post #1 |
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wastleland bard
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it was a bright day as i stared across the bleak landscape.i could see the dust clouds of the people who had destroyed my previous life in vault 179. i used to be the chief botanist keeping the place stocked with fresh fruit, vegetables and a clean supply of air. then they came in their complete metal armor covering every inch of them with their sledge hammers and heavy SMGs. as i sat down on some debris i patted the head of my faithful companion moonshine a newfoundland puppy exhausted on the ground after running through the passages trying to escape those people. i looked around trying to find anybody else who was lucky or should i say dammed enough to survive the massacre with my hunting rifle that i had managed to save along with 20 bullets and my gardeners pocket tools. |
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| Ninjamonkey73 | Sep 2 2009, 02:14 AM Post #2 |
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He noticed a flicker of light from behind a nearby pile of debris. Tensing up out of instinct, he reached for the bolt on his rifle... only to realize he was being signaled with a hand-mirror. It was Morse code, a short message: F-U. Then he heard hear an all-too-familiar voice. "Green-thumb? Is that you?" Damn, he thought. Of all the people to survive, why did it have to be Dexter? That left-handed, sticky-fingered, motor-mouthed sonofabitch... if ever anyone deserved an ugly death, it was that sawed-off pain-in-the-ass. He wondered what was worse; being alone in the world, or being stuck with Dex? |
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| v_lazy_dragon | Sep 2 2009, 10:14 AM Post #3 |
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Security Officer (1st Class) Todd Stranix limped on through the tunnels as quickly as possible, heading for the second exit. Vault 179 was unusual, in that it had been fitted into the inside of a partially finished railroad tunnel under one of the mountains in the Sierra Nevada. As there were already tunnels coming in from both ends, Vault-tec had installed blast doors both sides; and had designed 2 seperate level 1's - one on the east (L1E) & 1 on the west (L1W). Both these then connected into the standard centeral level 2. Todd had been at rest when the intruders broke through the Eastern door. The insuing firefight had raged for a couple of hours, but the Vault securty teams had eventually been pushed back and almost obliterated by the raiders. Todd had been hit a couple of times in the leg towards then end, and had been ordered to retreat into L1 West and provide what help he could to the fleeing civillain personel. Once he had moved through, his team leader had blown the comunicating shaft between L1W & L2. Sealing the rest of Bravo team in, along with the radiers. For all Todd knew, he could be the only surviving Securtiy officer as he'd lost track of Alpha, Charlie & Delta teams. And here he was, hobbling along on his right leg with, a battered kevlar vest, a pump action shotgun & Colt 6250 10mm pistol the only things between him and death. And he was running low on Ammo for both... |
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-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command | |
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| kfc v lot | Sep 2 2009, 03:44 PM Post #4 |
Jarl of the Wastes..
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"Damn these wounds" he thought pulling himself up from the debris of an entrance to a collapsed tunnel. A thick smoke still hung around making seeing anything near impossible breathing also was fairly difficult. Once he had pulled himself to his feet, he tried to get his bearings but the smoke was making it hard. After deciding that he would try and got out of here he started to crawl along only to wonder what had happened and who he was. The only clue he had was the blue and yellow suit that was ripped and bloody and a 45. calibre revolver with 5 rounds holstered on a belt along with some kind of tool kit. He heard movement and called out "hello?" |
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That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange æons even death may die If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, Then you don't understand the severity of the situation! | |
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| v_lazy_dragon | Sep 2 2009, 08:10 PM Post #5 |
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'Ello'...'llo'...'lo'...'o' The call echoed around the maze of exit tunnels. Todd stopped rock still at the sound. It was almost impossible to hear where the call had originated from. He droped into a crouch, and then almost fell forward as his injured leg almost gave way. Clencing his teeth to stop himself crying out, Todd leant back against the wall. Hopefully from here he could see movment in either direction. He rasied the shotgun, taking aim back along the corridor he'd emerged from. And then stopped himself. Surely any Raiders wouldn't be calling out 'Hello?' 'Vault Security!' he shouted out 'Identify yourself!' |
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-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command | |
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| Schrodinger's Cat | Sep 2 2009, 08:27 PM Post #6 |
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'Identify yourself!' "No Officer, not right now..." mumbled Jess as she regained consciousness. The far off shout had roused her after blacking out when the explosion hit. Her eyes shot wide as she remembered what had happened, the gunfire, the evil men and the screams.... Rising to her feet, the darkness and smoke obscuring view, she checked herself over. Aside from a bash to the head, she didn't feel any other major pains. Making her way to the entrance of the Vault, she picked up an iron bar that lay nearby. Those men may still be around.... Best be prepared.... |
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| kfc v lot | Sep 2 2009, 08:36 PM Post #7 |
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Jarl of the Wastes..
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Hearing security he stopped, his arm falling to his side and to the revolver. Not sure whether he was about to be killed he let his grip tighten around the wooden stock of the revolver. Realising he didn't know who is was he shouted "I... I.. am not quite sure..." he then squatted to the floor then collapsed the pain was shooting through his body. He looked down to his leg and saw the blood streaming from the gash across his leg, thinking quickly he ripped what was left of his left sleeve and tied it round his leg biting his cheek as the material tightened round his leg. He then pulled out the revolver and awaited a reply... |
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That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange æons even death may die If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, Then you don't understand the severity of the situation! | |
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| v_lazy_dragon | Sep 2 2009, 08:43 PM Post #8 |
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"I... I.. am not quite sure..." That voice sounded familiar... but Todd couldn't place it. Heck, what was to say that someone was calling out under duress? It was definately coming from beind him though. "Ok - come on forward now. Do it nice an slowly - no sudden movements and we won't be shooting each other by accident..." |
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-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command | |
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| kfc v lot | Sep 2 2009, 08:49 PM Post #9 |
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Jarl of the Wastes..
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After a moment or two a reply came "Ok - come on forward now. Do it nice an slowly - no sudden movements and we won't be shooting each other by accident..." It did sound familiar but trying to think about why it did just made his head hurt... After a moment or two he dragged himself slowly across the floor revolver in hand and trying to make out the figure ahead. Each pull bringing him closer to the figure ahead. |
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That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange æons even death may die If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, Then you don't understand the severity of the situation! | |
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| Zedmaster | Sep 3 2009, 11:12 AM Post #10 |
Tribal Savage
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Ara span around as she heard Dexter speak "Greenthumb is that you?" she grabbed dexters arm in anger "YOU STUPID TWAT!, we don't know who's still hanging around. Jesus Christ" Dexter gave her a shocked look, he hadn't ever heard a woman from the vault speak so bluntly. she was young, 17 in one week exactly and she felt like she couldn't stand one more day with the rotten pig that was dexter rannalds as her mentor for much longer. her parents had died when they went scavenging the wasteland one day, killed by mutants is the story. she was in vault "education" and had just sat her goats. "sorry i just" answered dexter "NO, just be quiet you oaf" she pulled out her knife as a head rose above the ruins. it was greenthumb after all, she had always been fond of greenthumb and his presence was welcoming. |
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zombies shuffle. humans run. shouldn't humans always rise victorious? funny that because they rarely do. 
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| v_lazy_dragon | Sep 3 2009, 11:18 AM Post #11 |
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Todd head the sound of a body dragging itself closer. He aims the shotgun lower, squinting into the gloom. The angle torch on his belt was doing a pretty poor job of iluminating much. Still, thats all he would have expected from Vault-tec. The crawling sound was definatley getting closer. The man would be around the far corner any second now.... |
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-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command | |
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| DAWGIE | Sep 3 2009, 01:20 PM Post #12 |
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SECURITY OFFICER 2/C CHARLIE BROWN woke up breathing smoke and tasting blood.his head hurt something fierce, and his eyes were blurry. he could not move. something was pressing down ontop of him. FIRE! with a mighty groan and a powerful shove, CHARLIE jerked upright, fear of the flames providing the adrenalin rush he needed to surface from the pile of corpses he was still partially covered by. . . corpses? WTFO? groggily CHARLIE obtained a very hasty SITREP: the corpses belonged to not vault dwellers, raiders from the OUTSIDE! the blood he was tasting was mostly theirs, but some of it was his. he spat and was amazed to see a human ear fly from his mouth. YUCK! the crackling fire and smell of burning was provided by a closeby charred corpse wearing partially melted vault security armor . . . CHARLIE staggered to his feet, discovered a 10mm SMG dangled against his armored chest by its sling, bolt back, magazine empty. a quick check of the ammo pouches on his equipment belt revealed three fulled loaded magazines. his pistol was still securely holstered against his right thigh. it was loaded and two extra mags for it were in his belt pouch. CHARLIE reloaded the SMG, selected "SINGLE SHOT" and left the safety off. thoughtfully, he policed up the empty SMG mags and placed them in empty ammo pouches. he added a metal baseball bat to his armament, then cautiously headed into the eastern corridor, and up the stairs, looking for (hopefully!) other vault dwellers, and dreading encountering more raiders. . . . CHARLIE had been off duty when the alarms sounded; he crammed his 20 years of good living into his security armor, gathered up his weapons and was headed for the fight when the fight found him. running civs (away from the fighting) chased by whooping raiders, and running security (toward the fighting) all met at the intersection more or less at the same time and the party was on! security was actually pushing the raiders BACK till some dumbass uncorked a grenade or two. end of the fight for all concerned. |
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| kfc v lot | Sep 3 2009, 02:45 PM Post #13 |
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Jarl of the Wastes..
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Still dragging himself along the corridor he could see a corner approaching hoping he would find some clue to who he was and what had happened. As he got closer to the corner he thought he could make out a dim light up ahead stopping again he decided to see if it was the security officer... "hello?" awaiting for the answer he gripped the revolver tighter and tried not to focus on his leg. |
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That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange æons even death may die If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, Then you don't understand the severity of the situation! | |
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| v_lazy_dragon | Sep 3 2009, 04:18 PM Post #14 |
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'Hello?' The voice sounded very close - just around the bend in the tunnel. "Yeah - its me. Come on around slowly." Gradually a figure in a torn an dirty vault suit crawls around the corner. Seeing the suit, Todd starts to lower the shotgun. Cathing sight of the revolver in the crawling figures hand he doesn't lower it completely. With the light so dim, its lamost impossible to make out any detials. Todd grits his teeth and pushes himself up, using the wall as support. By god but does that hurt his leg. Still he's upright now. Leaning against the wall he starts walking towards the figure in the vault suit... |
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-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command | |
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| kfc v lot | Sep 3 2009, 04:28 PM Post #15 |
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Jarl of the Wastes..
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Seeing the 'security, in a suit similar to his own he started to lower the revolver. The security member carried a shotgun and was also bearing a leg wound, his suit was dirty and stained much like his own. The figure had elevated him self and started towards him. "Hello? What has happened?" |
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That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange æons even death may die If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, Then you don't understand the severity of the situation! | |
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| Ninjamonkey73 | Sep 3 2009, 05:49 PM Post #16 |
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Tribal Savage
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Dexter blushed a bit. "I thought I told you to play dead. Need I remind you that I got us both out of that shit-storm without a scratch on us? And with a nice little stash of trinkets..." He patted his bulging shoulder-pack; in all the confusion, he had been able to loot a few bodies on his way out -- bodies of both friend and foe. A couple of pistols, some spare clips, a small assortment of shivs and shankers, some kind of small explosive device, and a small sack of shiny little discs of some sort. He wasn't sure what they were, but he figured if one of the raiders was carrying a sack of them, they had to be worth something in the wastes. "Anyway, even if it's not the botanist, this is a two-on-one situation... assuming you're still on my side..." |
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| v_lazy_dragon | Sep 3 2009, 06:10 PM Post #17 |
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'Hello? What has happened?' "I figure Captain Stelle blew the access from L2 to L1W to stop the raiders from following us out of the vault. Are you okay?" As he staggers closer, Todd can see that the figure is a youngish man, not much over twenty of average height and build. The destinctive hair cut triggers a memory - "Say, don't I know you? Russell, right? One of the techs that helped fix the alarms last month?" |
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-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command | |
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| kfc v lot | Sep 3 2009, 06:23 PM Post #18 |
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"Say, don't I know you? Russell, right? One of the techs that helped fix the alarms last month?" Looking up at the security officer something snapped into place in his mind "Russell? Yes that the one!" hearing his name filled him with a slight warmth, things were starting to come back to him now. The security guard did look familiar and the mention of the alarm fixing did clear some of the haziness "The one that was on the blink?". He looked up at the security guard from the floor he looked about 6ft and older than Russell maybe about 30? His hair was light brown and crew cut. "Todd?" he asked hoping the name was right.. |
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That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange æons even death may die If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, Then you don't understand the severity of the situation! | |
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| dogmrian | Sep 4 2009, 05:13 AM Post #19 |
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wastleland bard
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at the mention of dexter moonshine some how found almost limitless energy to get herself up and dash over to dexter and started bounding around playfully as Gary came over to help get dexter out seeing that without any help even if it was Dexter's he probably would not last long and that company was company no matter how morally different they were. |
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| Schrodinger's Cat | Sep 4 2009, 10:08 AM Post #20 |
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Making her way to the Vault door, Jess wondered if anyone was still alive. Through the haze, she could see the looming round entrance of the Vault. Crossing over the boundry from the place she had known all her life and the world beyond, She clutched her improvised club harder, still no sign of anyone about. After a few minutes of creeping through the tunnels, she thought she could hear voices up ahead. Getting closer, she could make out two people who appeared to be in Vault Tec Overalls. Squinting in the dark, she could of sworn that one was a Vault security. Well, might as well make her presence known... "Erm, excuse me?" |
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