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All ends in time; With a bang or with a wimper
Topic Started: Aug 2 2010, 09:38 AM (1,276 Views)
Zilabus
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"Remember when Gerade was trying to build us a wall?"

"Yeah man, too bad he managed to hire a bunch of idiots to do it."

The two drunks continued to stumble around town, their money spent and their minds drained by the effects of cheap liquor. The sun was high in the sky, and most of the hunters and trappers had made their way out of town. The people who still stuck around, mainly different shopkeepers and workers who made their meager earnings in town, where busy and active. A late leaving hunter was strolling out of town, rifle in hand. A young woman with a pistol in hand seperated the two drunken men and told them to get off the street. There was no room for slow wanderings during this time of day, as a man briskly walked toward bobos with crates of beer.

Now was the time to restock.
And replace.
And remove.
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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Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi
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The troops were rallied, gathered on the back slope a hill a short ways away from Bucket Town. The hill hid the small army from sight and they stood grouped together looking nervous and excited for the coming battle. Hagan knew how they felt, he nearly had to keep himself from laughing with nerves. The butterflies in his stomach had turned to wasps and his throat was completely dry. He looked at them and saw they were ready and suddenly everything seemed distant and unreal, like a history lesson to teach the kids from textbooks. Whether they'd be reading about his success or defeat was up in the air right now.

He climbed about half-way up the hill, though not enough to be seen from the other side and spoke to the troops, who were gathered at the bottom of the hill like the congregation at Sinai and Hagan was Moses, spouting the words of God. The irony of the thought was not lost on Hagan.

"Ok!" Hagan began. "I'm not going to make a huge speech because that's not something I'm good and I can tell you don't need one but let me say this. This is our time. You all have a stake in this and you're all fighting for something, whether it be money, pride or good ol' American freedom. Don't lose sight of what you're fighting for. We're going to win this, Bucket Town is ours and there isn't anything they can do to stop us. Good luck, we're all in this together."

They would have cheered if they didn't need the element of surprise. Hagan slid down the hill and rejoined them. They gathered around.

Hagan pointed at three raiders and made them stand aside. He spoke to them. "You three. Over that way is a farm, it helps to supply Bucket town with what food it can give. Go there and eliminate all the guards. Leave the farmer alive but beat him. We need him alive. Let him escape and come back here to Bucket Town. He'll tell Gerade that his farm's being attacked and if we get lucky, Gerade will send more guards out to the farm. You three hold up in the house as long as you can, the longer those guards stay at the farm, the better chance we have have here at the Town."

The three of them nodded. One of them looked a little nervous but determined. They went off and disappeared. The air was quiet and charged. It was nearly time.
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Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50
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Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC)
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Zeke adjusted his hat. He found it on the decaying body of a police officer, most likely a police captain by the way the hat looked. It added a air of authority, something the former outlaw and smuggler and now current rebel leader and soon to be town mayor needed. Zeke nodded to the Neo-Patriot leader, knowing that they would follow him for "American freedom".

Zeke listened to Hagans little speech, feeling him with a sense of pride. When Hagan and Zeke first met, most would never figure they would be leading an army. Neo-Patriots, Mobsters and Raiders were following them. Them, Zeke and Hagan. If this didn't work out, they should at least become Neo-Fudealists or something.

As Hagan took aside the three raiders, Zeke took aside the Neo-Patriots. They probably the best-armed out of the group, carrying a military-style bolt action rifle, machine gun and a carbine. Which is why they needed to create this distraction.

"Alright, here's what I need you guys to do. Go around the right side and attack there as soon as I tell you too. We'll be able to draw the commies over to you, while we lead the rest of the troops into the town. When were in the town, you guys regroup with us. Alright?" Zeke said, shifting his eyes to each of the three troopers.

The Neo-patriots didn't say anything, instead, they simply just nodded and loaded there weapons. Zeke nodded back, moving back to where Hagan was. Taking out one of his Molotov cocktails, Zeke handed it off to Hagan.

"Alright. We wait for the raiders to kill the guards at the farm, and then we move into the town after the Neo-patriots start firing on Bucket-town, right?" Zeke said, maintaing an air of professionalism.
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(Counter Post to All Ends in Time 1)

(I didn't want to disrupt this RP and clutter it, so I made a different thread. Anyone who participated in The Brimming Forge is welcome to join.)
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((Just a little intro to George's position on the matter before the start of the battle.))

George put another pinch of voodoo on his gums, he loved the feeling of vigor he got from the substance, he was sitting down in the alley behind Bobo's hoping Gerarde's law enforcement wouldn't catch him with the stuff.
Fuck Gerarde's laws, who the fuck does this asshole think he is? George was fed up, at first, he had no problem with the padre's leadership but every day he was in town it got worse, the anti-drug laws, the sunday Christ shit, this was the apocalypse!

George absorbed the powder into his bloodstream when he noticed some law enforcers. The men had seen him. George put the hood of his jacket on and tightened the keffiyeh around his face.
"Hey, you! What are ya' doin' back there, come here!" The man said.
"Umm, well why don't fuck yourselves and kiss my ass." George replied.

The men weren't happy, they chased George into the alley, White was feeling a bit too invincible when he pulled his switchblade on the three men. It didn't turn out well.
George swung for the first man and managed to hit his shoulder, the heavy man kicked the blade out of White's semi jitter-high hand and pounced on him, the other two pulled were also quite unamused, helping the first lawman kick George's ass.

When he woke up, George was in the town center chained chained to a wooden pole. This was Gerarde's idea of explanatory punishment. He was sore, very sore, had a cracked lip and was bleeding above his right eye. The heavy guard noticed White waking up and greeted him with a nightstick to the groin.
"Good morning sunshine, see what happens when you break the law and pick a fight?"
George coughed blood from the hit,"F...Fuck you and Gerarde and all the Padre's shit laws."
The guard smirked, turning back around, White knew that this was his chance, he could see all his gear on a table a few feet away. George began to fry to free his hands, slippery from blood.

George knew he was going to get loose, and when he did, there would be hell to pay.
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((OOC: That depends. If your with the winning team (AKA, Me Munk and Ronto) you post here. If your defending bucket-town agiasnt the winning team (AKA the rest of you so far) then you post in the topic CP posted in The Wastes))
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The wait was unbearable. Every minute Hagan would thoughts would shift. They got killed. No, they killed the farmer too. No, they chickened out and ran off. Hagan would give his left nut and right arm to know where they were and what they were doing. Still, he waited. Against his thoughts to simply run into Bucket Town guns blazing, he waited.

His patience was rewarded. The farmer, or rather a person Hagan assumed was the farmer, came running towards Bucket Town, legs spinning faster than a chainsaw revved to full-tilt boogie. Hagan and a few others watched him run into town and to the church. He didn't come out but a few guards did, seven or so, and they took his place, marching in the opposite direction toward the farm.

Oh my god, it's really time." Hagan, for all his planning, hadn't really expected this moment to come. His thoughts flashed by much faster, turning into a thick black cloud that descended over his mind. He wasn't relying on thought so much but he couldn't lose his head either. He turned to them, his little army. Fifteen men would storm the town and on this day, Gerade will die. For better or worse, Gerade will die.

"Alright boys, this is no time for chicken-shit antes. It's time we go all-in. Patriots, move up."

They went quickly down the hill, then stopped at the bottom and walked, strolling as if they were just another batch of hunters entering Bucket town. They got inside the town and went to the right side. Once they found a defensible position in the town, the gunfire started. Hagan couldn't see every detail of the battle but it was a hot one, gunshot sounded off like a young kid with a new roll of firecrackers. Pop, pop, pop, back and forth, hot doses of lead death slicing through the air, each intent on filling the opposition full of new holes.

Hagan watched the guards come to the patriots and gave the new order. "Raiders! Attack! Flank them!"

The six raiders roared, no point in subtlety now, and charged down the hill. The went straight for the guards, coming up on their left. They hadn't had time like the Patriots did and had to take cover behind whatever was available. They guards were fairly pinned and their numbers would be reduced as long as the other raiders held up at the farmhouse. Hagan sucked in a big breath and looked at Roy.

"Roy. You, Jean and Claude go completely around the town. Stay away from the main battle, I want you to take out any straggling guards or civvies with guns left defending the town. Do it as quietly as possible and if if looks dangerous, be extremely cautious. Grab a few guns from the bodies if you absolutely need to."

Roy raised a bushy eyebrow. "We won't need to." He pounded his fists together.

"Good." Hagan said. "You three go then, Dobbs stays with me and Zeke."

The three went off, attempting to be stealthy and managed to avoid the biggest pocket of the battle. Hagan looked at Dobbs.

"Come on, there's a lot going on. The fog of confusion had been dropped and that what we'll use for cover."

Hagan took another very deep breath and went down the hill.
Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40
Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC)
Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans
Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides

Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50
Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle)
Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC)
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((Fable, you can go right after me))

George's high vanished in an instant, he blacked out for a second only to regain consciousness to a hit in the abdomen.
"Stay with me asshole!" The guard grinned.
George grinned back, knowing the guard was soon to die, he had managed to get one hand out of the chains and the second was soon to follow. George was trying not to show any hints of a struggle, just humming along, he began to notice that there was something going on in the vicinity. White focused on the conversation, he managed to hear that the Buckettown farm was under attack and that raiders were the culprits, soon, a half dozen guards or so were heading to the scene.
What is going on? Raiders so close to town, that's odd. George was curious on the situation but firstly he had to escape. He manage to free his second hand, now he just needed a distraction.
At around the time White was out of the chains, a large explosion occurred to his left side, the guard walked over to it's direction stunned of what was happening. As it turned out, Buckettown was under attack by radicals wanting to overthrow the Padre.

Well, this is it, time for a bit of revenge!

George staggered off the pole with the length of chain in hand, he snuck behind the occupied guard and wrapped the chains around his neck, George began to squeeze as hard as he possibly could, the man was taken by surprise and began to choke, his eyes rolled over in a matter of seconds.
"Asshole!" George exclaimed as he spit on the dead man. He knew he needed to get his gear and help with this revolution. As he figured what to do next, a dozen revolutionaries swarmed the right side of town, the began to engage the guards that were waiting for them. Avoiding a stray pullet, George leaped over to the table and grabbed his things, he armed his shotgun, put on his jacket and bandoleer and shoved a pinch of voodoo under this tongue.

"There, the prisoner, he's escaped, kill him!" One of the guards exclaimed in a rage of fury. George saw this and flipped the table onto its side creating a barricade.
Shit! My shotty doesn't have the range to get these assholes! George looked around for inspiration, the table at his side jittering from the guards small arms fire. He noticed that the guard he had strangled had dropped his RPK on the ground (Rusted mounted machine gun), WHite reached over and picked it up.

((OOC:Note, this is just a temporary weapon I am using for this rp, keeping it would only be decided by my good fortune with the admins.))

White cocked the thing back, it was very rust and most likely prone to LOTS of jamming, but it would have to do. George inserted a clip and almost fired before remembering on thing.
If this coup goes sour, I'll be in a lot of shit! I need a fail-safe. At that moment, George remembered his keffiyeh, he wrapped it around his face in a middle-eastern fashion and loaded his weapon. He crouched behind the table and waved to the rebels,"REVOLUTION!!! LET'S KILL THAT FUCKER GERARDE!!!"
White threw his sights onto the four angry guards and opened fire. His gun fired around a dozen shot and jammed. At least he had managed to hit three of the guards, while not all three were dead, they were out of the game. George began to assess his jam, his mechanical skills helped him relieve him of the jam in around half a minute, by that time, one of the rebels had killed the fourth guard and had moved forward with his group. George was keen on following them, he picked up a few clips of ammo from the guard and moved forward with the men.
"Let's do this!" He exclaimed as he began to open fire on more guards.
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Daniel stood there in the shallow silky shadow of the low sandy hill just a fair way out from Bucket Town. All around him he could see the beaming excitement of many a face, charged with a sense of pride and eagerness for what they were all about to commit to. The resounding click of metal upon metal was the only ponient sound to be heard save for the hushed murmur of excitement of the raiders and neo-patriots all around him.

Again he checked his sleek crossbow. The balance was just as perfect as the last time and he had managed to claw away as much of the pestering lingering dust and dirt as he could. Again Dan popped open the firing chamber and withdrew the pointed metal bolt that was safely nestled within as safe as a baby in a cradle of velvet. Looking in with his keen eyes Daniel once again scanned the polished and slightly rusted metal chamber for any dirt or lingering san; Nothing. A smile finally crept over his morose stress worn face. The last few weeks had been hard for him. The thought of loosing yet another close friend was bringing back the long buried memories of the troubled two years previously. He sighted again and the smile dissolved into the ether. However now it wasn’t depression that held his heart hostage again; no it was anger. The world had spat in his face, offering him nothing but loss and darkness. To Daniel it seemed like everyone was against him and he needed to release the building anger inside his pumping veins. Well everyone except the men and women who were clustered around him like eager little ants waiting for the signal to attack.

Dan still marvelled when he had first broken the crest of the southern hills in the twilight hours two days ago to see the bustling camp of fighters huddled together before him. He had been puzzled however even as he set foot in the camp the aura of passion and change was all around him. He could just see it in the eyes of the neo-patriots as their leaders babbled on about fighting the communist iron fist of Gerarde. ‘To free Bucket Town from the grip of corruption.’ He had no idea of the situation in the town before Gerarde had won the election due to the simple fact he had only arrived just after. However the people seemed angry of the laws the new mayor had brought to the area and they wanted to change things; for the better.

After a lengthy talk with one of the leaders of the resistance named Andrew Hagen Daniel was swaying into the unstopping tide of revolt and the promise of a new freedom. It was because of this that he was standing in the boiling sun with the reeking stench of many an unwashed hairy bellied neo and raider checking weapons and chomping down raw molerat meat.

It was then that Hagan launched his speech to the fighters that crowded the shadow of the hill as he spoke. Dan marvelled at his leadership and looking around even he was aware of the inspired aura of all of the fighters as they hung like a starving man looking a freshly cooked food on Hagan’s every word. As he finished Daniel noticed a slight breeze upon his sun-crisped skin. It didn’t sting, as for Daniel it felt with the breeze of change was blowing.
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At the farmhouse
"What the fuck is goin' on! Three dead farmahands and not a goddam' soul to be found." Jerik was a small but intelligent tribal, and he was a devout and trusted friend of Gerades. He'd known the farmer, Tobais, nearly as long, and he knew Gerade made sure to support his strongest allies. "Spread out. Two of you search out in the fields. Me and John'll head to his house. I want the rest of you to check out the mill. " He felt uneasy about the whole situation.

Just as he began to walk, he felt a horible sting in his shoulder and he fell to the ground. Gunfire out of the tallest opening in the mill. It was followed in a few seconds, and he saw another one of his men fall. He coughed and struggled out of the main conflict. "Blow that window to shit, and get in there!" They blanketed the opening with fire.

Positive effect!
A good number of men are now tied up out of town.

At the town center
"What an idiot. Thinks he can just start shooting things to shit in town and he'll be fine?"
Trapper crouched behind the bar of his outpost, thankful he'd put in thick metal plating on it paticularly. He grabbed an old single-barrel shotgun out of an old drawer under the bar and smashed it's butt against the ceiling above. "Kid! Get your knives! We got a business to protect." His lousy son was good for something, it seemed, quickly appearing at the far end of the bar. He stepped out in front of his father, his large homemade implements in hand. His eyes where glazed and uninterested, although focused on the man with the machinegun. He threw it relaxedly and it resounded with a reasuring thunk.

Negative effect!
Townspeople are alert, and negatively opinined towards you're band. George is wounded.

At the flanks
"Stay down goddamnit! Stay down!" The few 'sheriffs' that checked out the group coming into town where met with a storm of gunfire. They'd manage to get out of the fire from the first few, but it didn't take long for a less civilized band to come charging in from the flanks. The four men where backed into a corner with two groups firing from intersecting angles. "Try and put up some barracades! Get to cover!" The four man team was down to two in short notice, one dead and one runner. The sheriff Fired his well oiled crossbow and signalled to his companion. The other man threw multiple flash bangs in the enemies direction.

Neutral effect!
You've got the drop on the innitial few, and plowed through innitial resistance, although some of your men are stunned, and you still have two men pinned to deal with.
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
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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
Inventory
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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Zeke walked with Hagan, Daniel and one of the mobsters apparently named "Dobbs". Adjusting his cap, Zeke spotted the flash of the stun grenade out of the corner of his eye. Noticing the fact that only two men were left, Zeke walked off to the direction of the flanks.

Pulling out both of his revolvers, Zeke began to sprint over to his allies. The dust billowed a little in the back, creating a nice little image of a charging hero into battle. Pulling back the hammer of both revolvers as he reached the raiders, Zeke saw what appeared to be the leader pull back the crossbow to load another bolt.

Barely aiming, Zeke fired his two revolvers at the man. The first shot went wide. The second one hit the leader in the arm, causing him to jerk back. Pulling back the hammer of the first revolver, Zeke fired.

Catching the leader in the chest, the man doubled over before collapsing. He wasn't long for this world. Turning his attention to the flashbang throwing man, Zeke was about to fire when one of the raiders charged forward with a cleaver and began hacking the man to death.

Taking a breath, Zeke turned to his left to look at the town center. There seemed to be a man wearing some sort of cloth covering his face attacking the guardsmen. A fellow revolutionary.

"You!" Zeke said, pointing to the Raider who hacked the flashbang throwing man. "Take his flashbangs and follow me! Two of you, go down to Doc Nances and secure that! Don't kill anybody unless you have too! The rest of you raiders, head down to the church! Patriots, follow me!" Zeke shouted, barking orders as he reloaded his revolvers.

The cleaver armed, and now flashbang armed, raider followed behind Zeke. He was an older fellow, maybe in his late thirty's or early forties. Old by raider standards, anyway. The Neo-patriots followed behind Zeke, with the machine gunner keeping his weapon at his hip. The r

"You!" Zeke said, pointing to the machine gunner. "Get to the roof of that building!" Zeke shouted over the din of gunfire, pointing to a nearby stairs leading to the roof of a building. The machine gunner nodded, walking up the stairs. The rest of the Neo-patriots quickly went into nearby cover, taking the occasionally potshot at the guards in the town center.

"On my command, throw some flashbangs into the town center." Zeke said. The raider nodded, pulling out a flashbang and twisting it in his hand.

Cupping his hands around his mouth, Zeke prepared to shout.

"HEY YOU! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" Zeke shouted, referring to the man in the square firing the machine gun ((OOC: That would be you Ronto))
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Zeke split off, wading into the firefight like an old gunslinger. Hagan and Dobbs continued on their path, they could see the church steeple in the distance but could hear nothing over the loud reports of firearms everywhere. A few townspeople were hiding inside but some ran headlong toward the battle, guns locked and ready to rock. The air was rank and full with the smell of blood, death and gunpowder. The Grim Reaper would have his feast tonight and the Buzzards would eat what remained.

They moved fast, staying at a low crouch. Dobbs moved faster than Hagan could. He moved impossibly fast. Hagan smiled as they got closer to the church, hopefully Roy had eliminated the guards there or they had ran off to join the battle. Hagan's doubts were revealed to be true when he rounded the corner. Two guards stood at the church looking very angry and paranoid. They spotted Hagan.

He put his hands up and Dobbs did the same. They slowly walked over to the guards.

"What are you doing here?" The demanded, pointing a rifle right into the bridge of Hagan's nose.

"Sir we're looking to help. I'll lend my gun to help Gerade." Hagan said, tapping his holster. The guard looked him over and seemed to be relieved but the other didn't seem convinced.

"You're fucking liars!" He blurted out, red faced.

"No listen I swear th-" Hagan looked past the man's shoulder at a barrel and went wide-eyed. He pointed. he attempted to seem panicked. "There's one!"

Hagan pulled his pistol and if it wouldn't have been for the thick gunfire in the air, the guards wouldn't have looked. But survival instinct was a real motherfucker and it caused the the guards to whip around and point their guns at a barrel. Hagan put two bullets into each one's back. They both feel and Hagan put another bullet into both of their heads to be sure.

Dobbs looked excited. Hagan pulled the molotov that Zeke had given him earlier and lit it. He bounced it in his head once or twice, considered what he was doing and then threw the molotov through a window in the church. It burned nicely but the fire would probably bring trouble. Hagan pulled out his rifle and gave an order to Dobbs.

"I'm going to make sure that Gerade doesn't escape. Climb up on the roof and warn me if there's any guards running toward us. I'm going to stay on the ground in case Gerade comes running out of the church."

Dobbs nodded and skillfully climbed the shortest building. Hagan waited, watching teh church burn.
Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40
Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC)
Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans
Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides

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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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At the farm
There's been a good number injured, and one killed, but the original dispatch of Sheriffs is close to taking the mill and dispatching the raiders holed up in it's short tower. They pound at the baracaded doors as we speak, although they are still mired up.

Positive outcome


Near the entrance to town
Zeke and the raider group have taken minor casualties and broke the first bottleneck in town. A small clump of raiders is now holding this position, although the guard who innitial ran has now returned with relief men. It is contested once again, and the relief men seem to have the innitial advantage.

Neutral outcome

Near the center of town
The Neopatriots and Zeke are heading toward this position. Some well placed flashbangs have pushed back Trapper, and his son, although it's stirred up some of their patrons, who now seem ready to join the fight.

Neutral outcome.

At the northeastern side of town
Hagan and Dobbes are making their way towards the church. On the way, the experienced two have managed to take down some guards headed for the central areas where the firefight is taking place. This section of town is quickly becoming filled with runners from the main flashpoints of conflict. Finally, you arrive in the church, killing the guards placed here. What you do next is for you to decide.

Positive outcome
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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((OOC: Okay guys. You get one more post this turn so really make it count. Please read the Defender's thread, but some things remain, and understand what they did before posting here. The Post Order is Henchman, Ronto, Fable and then Me. I've sent PM's detailing it more send me a PM if you have questions.))
Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40
Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC)
Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans
Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides

Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50
Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle)
Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC)
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"Keep firing!" Zeke shouted as he move from cover to cover with the Neo-Patriots, taking pot-shits at the guards that returned. They had to get to the Church. It was part of the plan.

The machine-gunner's gun had taken a slight jam, explaining why they couldn't just mow down the guns. The raider Zeke was with took a bullet to the shoulder, and then another one in the thigh when he was falling backwards. That left just Zeke and the Neo-patriots.

Albeit, the Neo-patriots were holding there own. Once Zeke got past the fact that most of the time they shouted things about 'persevering American freedom', they knew how to fight. Which, considering the circumstances they were in, is a good thing.

That's when the raiders he sent to go take the church came hooting and hollering down the side path. The guarders barely had enough time to shift fire before the raiders were leaping over the barricades and firing point-blank range into the guards or attacking them with close combat weapons.

Taking a breather, Zeke began to think. Why take the church? Wouldn't it be more productive to take something like Trappers trek? Calling the raiders over to him and the Neo-patriots, Zeke's little thought quickly formed into a plan.

"Take Trappers Trek! Follow me!" Zeke shouted, pulling back the hammers of his revolvers and leaping over the body of a dead guard. The rest of his little 'soldiers' followed suit.

"Flashbangs!" Zeke shouted, indicating they should be thrown in the window. Soon enough, a raider threw a flashbang in through the window. Covering there eyes and ears, they heard the bang go off and then the they charged into the room.

Most of the patrons were stumbling about, trying to get a grip on what was going on. Zeke, through hand signals, conferred that they were to be taken alive. The raiders and neo-patriots nodded, throwing most of the patrons onto the ground and keeping them there.

That's when trapper showed himself. Before either Zeke or Trapper could take a shot, the Neo-patriot machine gunner swung once. Catching trapper in the jaw, the machine gunner leapt over the bar and slugged trapper a few more times for good measure. Dragging him out to where the rest of the patrons were, the machine gunner handed off the shotgun to a nearby raider who was only armed with a knife.

His son was the next to show himself, knife in flight. It caught Zeke in the leg, causing him to stumble. Firing a random shot in the boys general direction, Zeke heard a grunt of pain confirming he had hit the boy. Limping over to the boy, he noticed the was clutching his leg. Dragging him out with the rest of patrons, Zeke took away his throwing knifes.

[CHARISMA]

"Ladies and Gentlemen. I apologize for the fact that we had to use flashbangs into order to subdue you, but, it was either this or we come in shooting. Now, I would like to repeat that I am sorry for the fact that we couldn't tell you about this war of freedom beforehand. You see, we had to maintain a element of surprise against Gerade and his heavy-handed religions dictatorship. If we had told you beforehand, then we might have been arrested for trying to provide you people with freedom. But, before I must leave again to go continue to liberate Bucket Town, let me just ask you a question. What good has Gerade done? He hasn't fixed the wall. He didn't help out local businessmen like Trapper when people were selling and not buying. We are here to provide you people with freedom to do what you want as you choose, not to be dictated by some priest who was elected on; most likely, false grounds. Thank you for your time."

Zeke hoped his speech worked in calming down the obviously agitated crowd in Trappers Trek ([LUCK]). If it didn't, well, theres always the option of just killing them. Zeke pointed to the Neo-patriot armed with a bolt action rifle and three raiders.

"You four. Go outside in the square to see if anybody needs any help and mop up any guards out there. Make sure they don't get in here." Hagan said. The neo-patriot armed with the bolt action rifle nodded, reloading. One raider with a bow took out another arrow before sprinting outside while the other two raiders, armed with a shotgun and a lever-action rifle respectfully, followed the two others.

Zeke removed his hat, wiping the sweat on his brow. That left him with the two Neo-patriots and five raiders in here.

"You two. Get on the roof and shoot any of the religious thugs Gerade has in his so called 'guard force'. Shift positions if necessarily to cover every angle." Zeke said. The neo-patriots nodded, walking up the stairs to the roof. Zeke then heard the sound of a tripod being deployed. Smiling, he turned to the five raiders that were watching over the crowd of patrons.

"Hey asshole!" Some patron said, looking at Zeke. "If your hear to fight for freedom, why did you hire raiders!" the patron said.

[CHARISMA]

"These aren't raiders. There freedom fighters." Zeke said. "They have seen the former error and there ways and there repenting for there crimes by freeing Bucket Town from the grips of religious tyranny."

"We were doing fine before!" The same patron said.


[CHARISMA]

"Yes, if only for a little while. What would happen when some of you started saying that you didn't believe in god. Huh? What would happen if you start disappearing into the night? We came here to stop that from happening. We came here to stop Gerade turning Bucket Town, a free town, into one filled with religious terror." Zeke said, retorting to the patron. It shut him up, and probably caused a few people to turn to Zeke's side.

Zeke looked out the window. The four men he sent outside were holding fast. The raider with the bow looked like he was taking charging, directing the three other men to positions that they are needed.

[CHARISMA]

"Oh, and Mr. Trapper." Zeke said, turning to face Trapper Trek. "You shall be in charge of business after this is over. All those that fought against us will be forgiven and allowed to live there lives normally. You, however, will be the spokesmen for all local businesses here and be given protection against outside business. With our new laws, you shall prosper. With out new laws, EVERYBODY SHALL PROSPER!" Zeke shouted, spreading his arms like a preacher.

Zeke saw a few people nodding there heads in agreement. He was winning them over.
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