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Corrotto Creates Chaos; (Event quest part 2)
Topic Started: Jul 26 2009, 11:42 PM (918 Views)
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"That's what I'm talking about! Some kind of bomb or flare I take it?" The man asked with obvious anticipation in his voice, Orion mentally smiled and laughed "He's perfect." "So, you guys wanna get this show on the road or what? I'm all for getting payed." He also said.

Orion looked at the man "Well to answer your first question, this is a combination of both. This is a stun grenade. Now here's an idea, why don't you try to catch some of those tents on fire and if there is any people in them or hiding, I suspect that will draw them out. Then I use this to blind them. Then we go from there."
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"Well fuck brother! Stung grenade, huh?Let's get this show on the road. I ain't seen any pre-war shit work for a while. I'm itchin' to see if that flashbang'll go off." Eli checked his revolver for bullets. He really needed to upgrade in that department. This thing could backfire at any moment. More reason to get payed and buy some new shit. If nothing else, Corrotto didn't seem to mind his hired hands sleeping there. Then again, Eli had actually never even seen Corrotto in person.

"Alright man. I'm gonna throw them a little present. If you see fuckers run out, be ready to nail them with that glorified slingshot your packing. Just watchout for me." Eli made his way closer to the camp. He was having a lot of trouble keeping quiet, this whole stealth thing wasn't really his bag. Luckily, there was a pretty heavy wind working on his side.

The hard part was lighting up his homemade explosives without making the flame visible. Although, it didn't really matter if they HAD seen it, because it didn't take Eli long to throw it at the base of te nearest tent, setting it ablaze. "Looks like it's showtime!" Eli backed away, pulling out his second bomb.
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SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
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Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
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((OOC: Sorry about that, like I said reality happened. I will, however take the blame for the past couple days.))

Orion watched as the flames engulfed one tent, and then another. However nobody emerged from the tents... at first. Once the hunters realized that their tents were on fire they ran screaming from their tents. Orion quickly pulled the pin on his grenade and threw it into the center of the camp. He immediatly buried his eyes into his forearm to prevent the grenade from blinding him as well as the hunters.

The grenade detonated after a few seconds and Orion removed his arm and brought his crossbow to bare. He aimed at first hunter and fired almost without aiming. He didn't wait to see wheter or not he actually hit the man, instead he ran directly into the crowd and reloaded his crossbow as he closed the distance.

Once he got to the edge of the camp, the hunters were just starting to regain their vision and one saw Orion and lunged toward him swinging. Orion took several blows to chest and backed away from the man, he swong his right arm and his crossbow collided with the hunter's face. He fell to the ground with a massive bleeding gash on his face.

Orion looked at the remaining hunters as several of them turned toward him and their fallen comrade, Orion steeled himself for the onslaught.
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((No problem dude, things happen.))

In a few seconds, Hunters started to burst out of their tents, some yelling, some trying to put out the spreading fire. Luckily, Eli heard a faint dull thud, followed by a small orb like object rolling on the ground. He didn't have room to hesitate, he knew what was coming next.

Eli jammed his eyes shut, and claped his hands tightly over his ears. Bending inward. In a instant, the bomb exploaded, with a tremendous boom and a great flash. The fact his ears and eyes where protected was little solace, as it was still a painful ordeal. Maybe that's why they where called 'stung' grenades. It's took a moment to recover, and in that moment he saw a crude bolt fly into the rib of one of the hunters. He fell with a sickining crack, but struggled on the ground.

Eli drew his revolver left handed, and walked toward the figure lying in the dirt. In the chaos, nobody seemed to notice a single figure walking through. Eli stood above the hunched figure. His expression changed as he saw Eli's crude handgun, to a horribley twisted grimace. Eli fired from point blank.

A few figure in the group of hunters faced him, while a much larger group seemed to be facing his nameless companion, who had another hunter at his feet. Eli pulled a final bottle out of his large belt, where he stored all of his equipment. In a second, he had it lit. Eli flung it at the ground near the crowd with all of his force. Immediatly it shattered, a rather attractive woman in the group screaming in pain.
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
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Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
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Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
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Orion hadn't noticed that the man he was with had also entered the fight shooting one of the hunters. He also saw that he was in a similar situation, just slightly less lethal. Suddenly one of the hunters erupted in flame as he threw another molotov at the crowd. While this did help, it did little to help Orion.

"Oh well, I've been alone most of my life, and that never stopped me." Orion thought to himself. "I'll just have to fight my way out of another situation." Orion reached into his quiver of bolts that he had attached to his left thigh and removed two of his bolts. "One left." He kept track in his head how many bolts were left in his quiver.

Orion rushed the crowd wielding the two bolts as impromtu swords. He began to hack and slash wildly at the hunters, he must have suprised them with his unexpected charge. They did not immediately retaliate until Orion had connected with two of the hunters. He stabbed one of them in the stomach and caused a deep gash, probably to the bone, in the forearm of one who was holding a revolver.

Orion found himself surrounded by no more than five or six hunters. Orion looked around and saw a slight gap in the circle of attackers. He waited until the hunters lunged at him, he rolled toward the gap and stabbed both the hunters on either side of him. One in the leg and the other right above the waist.

Orion didn't escape unharmed however, once he got to his feet and brought his crossbow to bare on the remaining hunters he noticed that he had somehow caught a bullet in the left arm.

"Damn it! I got careless, now that arm is useless." Orion stood with his crossbow trained on the nearest hunter, unsure of what to do next.
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There where far more people at the camp then Eli would have ever expected. There was perhaps ten different hunters and scavvers, all gathered because of the spreading fire, and they certainly weren't happy about the damage Eli and his companions had caused. Strange that a group of wasteland hunters and scavangers would seek to gain power in town.

Eli didn't have much time to ponder lifes great wonders however. Instead, he had to focus on what was happening to him in the hear and now. The situation was bleak. In a flash of movement, one of the hunters ran towards him. Eli swung high with his gun in hand, a large sloppy arc with his fist. The hunter didn't hesitate, ducking out of the way and running in to tackle Eli. Bewildered by the hunters skill, Eli stepped back. A mousy little woman with knife in hand. She closed the distance in a second and Eli pulled back in desperation, pushing her back with both hands. She stumbled backward, but before he had a chance to take advantage of her situation, he was slammed in the back of the head with a rock.

They weren't stupid. They new they could easily mob rush him and take him down. Eli grasped out for his head, which was now starting to bleed out making his hair a thick, warm, nasty mess. Eli turned as quiclky as he could, to see a rather short, stout man rushing forward with a handheld axe. Eli ripped his revolver up towards the stout man, pulling the tigger as quickly as he could. It seemed to have nailed him in the shoulder.

Eli pulled his left hand up, and slammed down the crude action, firing his revolver again, this time into the mans gut. Eli pulled back the action again, for his fourth shot, when he wsa thrown terribly off balance by the mousy girl jumping onto his back, pounding balled fists into his head.

Eli spun and stumbled, trying to shake her off. It was to no evail. He ran haphazardly toward his crossbow using friend, who seemed to be bleeding out of his arm. Scavengers and hunters where closing in on his ally. Eli pulled up his revolver, shooting the closest hunter in the back, before straightining out and falling onto his back with as much force as he could.
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
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Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
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Orion saw that his unknown companion was struggling with a rather clingy hunter that had latched onto his back and refused to let go. He also saw that he needed help, he had fallen on his back and was still not able to dislodge the hunter from his back.

Orion quickly ran over to him, removed the last bolt from his quiver and stabbed the hunter in the eye. Orion placed the bolt back into the quiver and yanked the man up to his feet and away from the crowd.

"I saw that you shot that one hunter in the back, I owe you for that one. Now I don't know how many shots you have left but I do know how many I have left and there isn't nearly enough to take out all of these guys. You have any ideas? And where the hell is Roy?
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The hunter on his back simply refused to let go, wailing away on him every time he presented the chance. As he digged his back into her, trying to smash her into the dirt, his only companion appeared. He pulled a bolt, jabbing it quickly behind Eli's back, out of sight. The squirming body on his back curled up and the pounding on his head stopped. More dead. More blood. She was totally innocent- just at the wrong pace at the wrong time. At least it was a quick death. Not the sort of lingering, slow torture that the crazier radiers, or animals, of the wastes would give. It wasn't much of an excuse, but he pushed it out of his mind.

The man bent over, giving Eli a hand and helping him up. Luckily, the darkness and the rising flames where very much acting as allies. Gunfire rang out randomly, some figures simply shooting at everything, and a few people still attempted to put out the fire. Sadly, many of the hunters had determined that Eli and his companion where the ones to attack, and they weren't wasting time.

"I saw that you shot that one hunter in the back, I owe you for that one. Now I don't know how many shots you have left but I do know how many I have left and there isn't nearly enough to take out all of these guys. You have any ideas? And where the hell is Roy?"

"We're even man- I'll buy you a drink if we live through this shit. I only got one bullet chambered, and what? A handful of others in my pocket? It's impossible to get any ammo out here! Roy! Roy! I thought Roy was right... fuck. Either he'd dead or he ran away, 'cause I ain't seein' him."

Eli was cut short by more gunshots, randomly flying in his and his friends directions. Some of those homade muskets where pretty godamn accurate, and some of the scavvers had pre-war weaponry. Eli dived away, rolling on the ground as he felt a stange ripping along his side. It stung horribly. Eli drew and went to fire his last chambered bullet. As he pulled the trigger, his gun didn't make it's usuall reassuring click, nor the heavy kick the recoil. Instead, there was a strange fizzling noise for a split second. His gun kicked tremendously, and in a stange fashion, the recoil forcing it sideways. The bullet flied out of the gun in pieces, spraying out all over in front of him, some stinging his hand. Strangely, one of the hunters muskets jammed at the same time, and exploaded in his hands, kicking the man backwards.

"Holy shit fucking gun- wait. Is that Roy right there?" Eli had never seen him holding a gun, nor had he seen him with companions.
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
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"We're even man- I'll buy you a drink if we live through this shit. I only got one bullet chambered, and what? A handful of others in my pocket? It's impossible to get any ammo out here! Roy! Roy! I thought Roy was right... fuck. Either he'd dead or he ran away, 'cause I ain't seein' him." said the man beside Orion.

What happened next absolutely baffled Orion. He stood and watched as the man's revovler and several of the hunter's guns horribly malfunctioned.

"Holy shit fucking gun- wait. Is that Roy right there?" He exclaimed as he looked past the group of hunters. Orion looked in the general direction his companion was looking. It took his eyes a second to focus on what lay behind the wall of leather, cloth, and flesh. Sure enough though, there stood a behemoth of a man, undoubtably Roy, holding what looked like some form of a heavier gun. Orion couldn't tell how many people were with him, it may have been one, it may have been five. Orion cursed his damaged eyes, "Can't see shit." he thought to himself. He did see what looked like a smaller shape darting in and out from behind Roy though, he still couldn't make out the figures clearly between the burning remains of the tents and his 6bad eyesight.

Orion heard Roy, at least he assumed it was Roy, let lose a maniacal laugh that clearly got the attention of the hunters. The group turned to face the towering mass and was meet with only more laughter and a hail of lead. Orion dove for cover, however since there really wasn't any he just lay flat on the ground.

After a several, long, loud, and violent seconds Orion looked up to see that most of the hunters either lie dead, wounded, or had run off into the wastes where they were ultimately going to die anyway. He saw that Roy was in fact here, he had with him only two people that he could see. One looked like some hired gun and the other one... was a kid.

"Oh, shit. You have got to be kidding me." Orion said drudgingly as he got to his feet.

"Roy..." Orion walked through the corpses policing his lost bolts, "you brought a kid. A kid."

He walked closer to Roy with the child standing next to him. He stopped right in front of them, looked at a hunter who was writhing on the ground and saw that he had one of his bolts lodged in between his ribs. Orion cocked his head and bent down next to the man.

"You have something that belongs to me." The hunter looked at him and Orion could see the fear in the man's eyes in the flickering orange firelight. He wrapped his hand around the bolt, and with a mighty pull, yanked the barbed piece of rusty metal out of him. The hunter screamed in horrific agony, cursing Orion in ways he had never even thought of.

"Silence." and with that he took the bolt and stabbed him in the throat and watched as he drowned in his own blood.

Orion looked up at Roy and the child, "He can't be more than 14, 15 maybe." he thought to himself. He got to his feet and said plainly, "This is no place for children."
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"A Kid huh?" Milo remarked as he reloaded his revolvers. "Well this... Kid..." laughed Milo, "Just saved your rear." He looked down to see an unfirmiliar man laying down in critical condition. "He's still breathing," Milo exclaimed. He knealt down next to the man and removed some tattered strips of cloth from his backback and began to tie it around the bleeding area on his head. "Holy Jesus!" Milo interjected, "his hand is pretty tore up. Not much I can do for that. He's got countless lacerations and some contusions..." Milo muttered to himself. "Looks like he took quite a hit. He might have a concussion. Think he'll make it?." Milo looked up to see the other mans eyes. "You must be the one roy told me about." He didn't respond immedietly but Milo sensed a sublte affermation of such. Milo noticed he was bleeding from the arm. "You going to be okay?" Milo inquired. Orion nodded. "The name is Milo. Milo Rush. By the way," Milo included, "I may be a Kid, but I assure you I am very capable of holding on my own."
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The entire world around him seemed to blur, sliding out of focus. Eli blinked, trying to sharpen up his vision again. Everything just seemed to gradually blend in with everything else. Suddenly, far more shots broke out, and the figures he had seen in the distance descended down on their current location. Eli's ally dived and hit the ground as bullets flew. By the metalic click and clank of the mechanism, the gun being fired was likely a Minigun.

Eli stayed close to the ground, quickly looking over his homade revolver. It was in bad shape, rendered totally useless at the moment, but a lot of work and a steady hand could fix it. The critical malfunction was just another reason to replace it, but it used common rounds, common in that he wasn't always out of ammunition, at least, and he didn't have anything to trade for something as valuble as a new firearm.

"This is no place for children."

Eli certainly wasn't in the mood to play babysitter. If the child couldn't hold his own though, he likely wouldn't be working for Corrotto in the first place. In a moment, Eli saw a faint outline of a figure above him. He was young... Eli placed him at about 16, but he couldn't be sure.

The kid only took a few seconds to help out Eli, bandaging up his bigger cuts, which was a task Eli couldn't manage for himself at the moment. He was having trouble even sitting up.

"The name is Milo. Milo Rush. By the way, I may be a Kid, but I assure you I am very capable of holding on my own."

Eli pulled himself upward slowly and chuckled. His ears where ringing, but he could barely make out what was being said. "Thanks for the help there... Milo. My full name is Eli Ambrose, but most just call me Eli, or slim. The sorry bastard that's with me? Ha, well, I couldn't get a name out of him."
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

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"You going to be okay?" The kid asked. Orion humored the kid and nodded. Orion pulled his sleeve up on his left arm, took his fingers and dug the bullet out of his arm. He heard the kid talking to his useless teammate who lay on injured on the ground. Orion couldn't hear what they were saying, at least not very well, the pain of digging a bullet out of ones arm will do that to ya.

Orion finally managed to pull the deformed piece of metal out of his arm. The pain subsided and the bleeding stopped, he could focus again. "Thanks for the help there... Milo. My full name is Eli Ambrose, but most just call me Eli, or slim. The sorry bastard that's with me? Ha, well, I couldn't get a name out of him." was the first thing he heard.

"Well Eli , the reason you don't know my name is because is because you don't need to know it."

"Oh, and ah... Milo was it? I'd stop with the whole boyscout attitude. I used to be just like you about four five years ago, seeking to do the right thing for justice and all that crap." He pulled a match out of his pocket and began to chew on it. He looked Milo in the face and suggested "Quit while your ahead. All that will get you out here in the wasteland is betrayal, heartache, and an empty stomach. Pretty soon you'll learn that its all about survival."

"Now Eli, about that drink you said you owed me? I'm gonna collect on that now if you have any." Orion stated as he pointed at his open wound.
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"You going to be okay?" Milo offered to help him in bandaging his arm but instread he began digging his fingers into his arm as he rendered a crude chunk of metal from his bleeding flesh. Milo cringed a little bit and could tell the unnamed man was going through alot of pain but he tried not to let it show.

The hurt man pulled himself and chuckled slowley. "Thanks for the help there... Milo. My full name is Eli Ambrose, but most just call me Eli, or slim. The sorry bastard that's with me? Ha, well, I couldn't get a name out of him."

"No problem Slim." He offered Slim a drink from my cateen. Slim seemed a little disoriented so he just sat the canteen next to him as Slim rested up for a moment.

Milo was going to ask Slim how he got such wounds until the man with the crossbow interrupted, "Well Eli , the reason you don't know my name is because is because you don't need to know it."

"Oh, and ah... Milo was it?" Milo stood up to meet him. I was eye level with his chest. God, I hate being short. " I'd stop with the whole boyscout attitude. I used to be just like you about four five years ago, seeking to do the right thing for justice and all that crap." He pulled a match out of his pocket and began to chew on it. He looked me in the face and remarked, "Quit while your ahead. All that will get you out here in the wasteland is betrayal, heartache, and an empty stomach. Pretty soon you'll learn that its all about survival."

"He was right," Milo thought. "All of what i've done in the past has brought me was betrayal and dissapointment. I know there is some good left in the world," he insisted to himself. "I know there is. I just have to show them there are people who still care." Milo's thoughts attacked everything he believes in.

"You're wrong!" Milo said raising his voice to the man. "You just have to show people the good in yourself, then they will show the good in themselves."

"Now Eli, about that drink you said you owed me? I'm gonna collect on that now if you have any." The man stated as he pointed at his open wound.

Slim glanced down to the canteen of water, then to me. I just gave him a little shrug.

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Traits: Small frame, Skilled
Level: 1
Karma: 0
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Armor: Sleeveless duster
Weaponry: 2x M1917, (2x Rudimentary) Makeshift Shank (Kitcken Knife)
Inventory: (In Sachel) Misc collected items, Metal Scraps, Water Bottle, Ammunition, Small Hide.
General Description: 15 years old, 5'4, only about 140 lbs. A highly perceptive, witty, and dextrious marksman.
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"Quit while your ahead. All that will get you out here in the wasteland is betrayal, heartache, and an empty stomach. Pretty soon you'll learn that its all about survival."

The man who never offered his name was certainly bitter. Although, he was correct. If you wanted to thrive out here, you had to be willing to hurt. And you had to be willing to take it. But Eli at least knew it was best to let a youth like that gather and put together their own opinions.

"You're wrong! You just have to show people the good in yourself, then they will show the good in themselves."


"Well, you may just have a point there, but that don't explain why you just rolled in on a bunch of scavvers and hunters. You did good. All the wastes need is some order, I don't care who, some law. Then things'd be better."

"Now Eli, about that drink you said you owed me? I'm gonna collect on that now if you have any."

Eli slipped a larger bottle out of his large belt. And swirled it around for a second. A rather clear liquid sloshed about in the dirty bottle. He dusted off some of the label. "Beefeater premium London Gin"

"What the hell is a London? And what's it got to do with Gin? Well... I suppose I could spare a little."
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Orion watched as Milo continued to believe in his naive notions, and as Eli tried to play both sides. Eli pulled out an old bottle from his belt, twirled it around and examined it. "What the hell is a London? And what's it got to do with Gin? Well... I suppose I could spare a little." he said offering it him.

Orion took the bottle, opened it, and poored some of its contents on his open wound, much to Eli's dismay. It burned like hell but if he didn't do it, he could very well lose the arm or die. "There are plenty of things that can kill you out here, and I don't need to be on the list." he stated as he handed what was left of the drink back to Eli.

"And I'm telling you kid, abandon you naive notions of good intentions before they get you killed."
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