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| Who the hell are you?!; And how do you know my name?! | |
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| Orion The Free | Dec 20 2009, 04:29 PM Post #1 |
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“So Gerade excepted me as a law enforcement officer.” Orion thought to himself as he looked at the message that was given to him only a few moments before. “Good to see that he isn’t an ignorant religious zealot.” The other said in his usual brooding grumpiness. Orion had lately taken to thinking of it as the ‘other’ since it didn’t have a name he knew of, it just seemed to fit it though. “Do you ever have anything useful to say?” “Yes, but last time I did you blatantly ignored me and decided to divulge your entire life story.” “That was partly your fault.” “It was not.” “Yes. It was.” “Bullshit.” “Whatever, if you refuse to take responsibility then we’ll just have-” his thoughts were interrupted by a voice that spoke from behind him. “Is that you Orion?” This was bad. Nobody except for Brie should know his first name around here. Nobody. Who could it be? Did they want him dead? Did he owe them money? Or at least… what passed for money around here. He had many questions going through his head and none of them had any answers. “It was her. She told somebody.” “It was not Brie; she wouldn’t do something like that.” “And what makes you think that? Just because the two of you are so damn similar? I wonder how many people that have gotten killed thinking the exact same thing.” Regardless of what Orion or the other thought, he had to move, and quickly, to get away from this guy. He turned down an alleyway and picked up the pace. “Where ya going Orion?” the voice persisted. Orion broke into a sprint and ran around the corner of the building that formed the right half of the alleyway and waited for the mystery man to round the corner. As soon as he did Orion grabbed him and slammed him into the backside of the building. “Who are you?! And how the fuck do you know my name?!” he commanded, pointing his crossbow at the man’s face. “What are you talking about? It’s me, Sam… Sam Duncan?” Sam asked, obviously perplexed. “I don’t know any Sam Duncan. You had better have a good reason for me not to drop you where you stand.” Orion said forcefully, anger laid heavy in his words. “Ah, well, it’s no surprise you don’t remember me. We were working on a caravan together for a while, about three or four years ago. I was the one who took the bullet out of your shoulder.” He stated as he pointed right to the spot where Orion had a scar from a bullet wound on his left shoulder. Orion surveyed the man’s features. His chin, his hair, and his eyes. He did seem vaguely familiar to him now that he looked at him. He thought back, did he see him on a caravan? It was getting harder and harder to remember things but he concentrated hard on trying to find a memory of this man, and then… ah ha! He found it. “You, yes I remember you now. You removed the first bullet that ever hit me.” Orion said calmly as he released Sam’s shoulder and lowered his crossbow. “Well I’m glad to hear it!” he said excitedly as he gave Orion a hug. “That’s great and all, but, uh will you let go of me?” Orion said awkwardly as he was continually being hugged. “Oh, yeah.” He said as he let go of Orion, almost as if he had forgotten that he was giving the hug. “Never thought I’d see you again, especially after that… after that explosion on the caravan.” He said as if it was one of the most unfortunate things that had ever happened. “I don’t remember any explosion.” Orion stated suspiciously. “I’d expect not! The grenade went off about 10 feet from you on the other side of one of the carts! Knocked you clean out!” he said rather cheerfully as he patted Orion on the shoulder. “But now I’m here old friend. I heard that they were looking for workers in this town now. Something about a mayor or another being elected?” “Yeah Sam, there was an election held here. There was Corrotto, a mobster; O’ Boyle, more of a sheriff type; and then there was Gerade, the religious man… he won.” “I’m guessing you didn’t vote for him?” “I worked for Corrotto. Last job I did for him sent me way the hell away from Bucket Town. When I got back his mansion had been trashed. I heard from some of his goons that escaped that it was O’ Boyle’s men who stormed the place.” “That sucks.” “Well he paid well but I wasn’t really all that attached to the place. Just trying to make a living ya’ know? I can only hope Gerade pays as well.” “You work for Gerade now?” Sam queried, rather surprised. “Yeah. He forgave any crimes committed during the election, I guess to boost favor with the people or something. Anyway, yeah I’m part of his new law enforcement.” “Think I could tag along? I mean come on, we used to be old pals man.” “I suppose… actually. I have a job for you.” “Anything.” “I want you to deliver a message for me.” “Ok… to who.” “Well give me a second. I got to write it.” Orion searched his person for a pencil or something to write with, to no avail. “Need one of these?” Sam asked in sort of a smart-alecky way holding out a pencil. “Uh, thanks.” Orion said as he crossed out the message that was delivered to him and began to write on the back: Dear Eli, I know you aren’t one much for combat but I have a proposal for you. You look like the kind of man who likes to earn something of value, someone who wants to make a profit. Well I have just such an opportunity for you. I have in my possession a map, this map shows the location of several nearby settlements that have been abandoned, recently, so they shouldn’t have been completely scavenged. Now I don’t know what we may find there, but here is the deal: You keep what you can carry. It’s that simple. Now during our time working with Corrotto I believe we developed what one could call the foundation for a ‘friendship’, if you will, or a ‘partnership’, if you’re more business oriented. As such you shall be one of the first that I shall inform about this expedition before I just post it up on a board somewhere in town. I already have a medic, the man that will have given you this letter, his name is Sam Duncan. Now I will need at least four or five other people to come with me on this little expedition. Note that this has nothing to do with Gerade, it is purely a self-interest trip. If you are interested, meet me at Bobo’s bar in 3 days time. Signed, Keagan Orion folded the paper several times into a small rectangle before handing it Sam. “Now I need you to take that to a man named Eli Ambrose. Do not, under any circumstances mention my first name; I try to keep that under wraps nowadays. He knows me only as Keagan.” “Uh, ok… Keagan. Well what does this Mr. Ambrose look like?” “You can’t really miss him. He’s a tall and skinny one, and if it helps, he carried around a cleaver when I last saw him. I believe I heard that he was working for Gerade on some science thing or another.” “Alright, will do. What do want me to do after I deliver the message?” “I want you to get his response, whether its verbal or written, and find me. If my work for Gerade has taken me outside of town you can choose to follow me or wait for me at Gerade’s headquarters.” “Alright, well, I’ll be off. See you later.” Sam said as he waved goodbye over his shoulder and left the alleyway. “A strange one that is.” “Yeah, but when are old allies a bad thing?” “When they aren’t allies.” “Good point. See? You actually can say something useful every now and then.” Orion left the alley and continued toward Gerade’s HQ, wondering exactly what this job would require of him this time. He hoped it was nothing more than wandering around town and looking for signs of trouble. Somehow he knew that it wouldn’t be that easy… it never was. |
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| Orion The Free | Dec 20 2009, 04:30 PM Post #2 |
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Yeah, that's the whole shebang. This is done with. |
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| Zilabus | Dec 21 2009, 10:47 AM Post #3 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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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. Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi | |
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