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Ulterior motives; Ellis, George
Topic Started: Sep 21 2010, 04:39 PM (228 Views)
Zilabus
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Ellis, and George, it seems, got the fourth man from the group of merceneries, their rough leader. While the rest of the group took a straight route into a set of ruins, your smaller one is taking a rather odd looping one around it. You've kept the others in sight for the majority of the trip, although you are definately on the higher ground, and possible invisible to them. Occasionally, one of the others seems to climb up something and make hand signals to the bald, gruff man. He doesn't respond.

Before they set out, the gruff leader had seperated out George. The general meaning of their chat was simple. Ask more questions like some hotshot, and you're going to get shot. The man, who never formally introduced himself made one thing clear. He was going to be leading this one, and it was obvious he wasn't a rookie as a mercenary. The expensive machine pistol at his side helped prove this, as did the old beaten carbine at his back. Nearly as tall as Ellis, with a slightly wider, more muscled frame, he gave little information as to what exactly they where doing.

He did, however, mutter something about an "old power plant" and "keepin' the others occupied".
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
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Ellis rubbed the back of his neck, adjusting the sling that carried his machine gun. Rolling up the sleeves of his jacket, Ellis looked around him one more time. They had been walking for quite some time, keeping the other group in view. Ellis had no clue on what they were doing, but, he hoped that he would be paid.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Ellis put the cooking collander cap back on. Ellis had figured that it would let him pass by robots unseen. Which would be a good thing because apparently they were heading towards a power plant. Theres gotta be robots in there.

Sliently, however, Ellis began praying to Draun. Just in case.
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George checked his rifle again and again, he had been walking behind the two men hoping to remain calm and keep his nose out of trouble once more. Before they left on their way to the 'power plant', he had been threatened with the punishment of being shot if he came out with any more stupid questions. He had been flushed with fear and was quite pale now, his arm hurt, his feet hurt, his back ached and he didn't want to keep going. He had to anyway.

They had taken the high route away from the ruins in which the other group entered slowly, George knew that the others were a distraction force for something bigger, he was curious as to what though. George opened the rifle's loading compartment, such a strange fashion to load a gun he though, it was as if you just put the bullets in your pocket, it seemed simple enough but George hadn't even fired the thing yet.

As they walked, George played around with the wire and the wicks he found in the olive drab box, he strained his brain to try to imagine what use would come out of these items, maybe a light, or a match, or maybe an explosive! Ideas rushed through George's head on the matter, he could indeed fashion an explosive device, but he had no explosive. George kicked the dirt and grumbled as they walked, the 'boss man' turned around and looked at him. George scrambled to sling his rifle onto his back and looked back at the man.
"What? I'm hungry, that's all."
He caught up beside the two men, thinking of what to say.
"So, I see we're going south."
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"We're actually heading west, kid. West is where the oil is supposed to be."

The gruff man's eyes lit up as they rounded over a slight crest in the ground. From that position one could see both the small other detatchment of mercenaries, and the very odd ruins they seemed to be heading towards. Down below, the other detachment of mercenaries continued to try to signal up at them. He still refused to respond, although now he took the carbine off of his back. It has a long, small device attatched to the top, and he looked through it down at them.

The figures of their associates, made smaller by distance, where just rising over a small depression in the land. Other figures, larger in numbers, could be seen approaching from almost all sides, scurrying and sneaking like rats. The gruff man chuckled and slapped the swmper man on the back. "Ya' know, I used to work with a swamper guy. Heard he got killed off, though. Some vengeful swamper and a friend came back and took down his whole clan. He was a good guy, though."

He looked down his homemade scope again. "See those ruins there? I got some guy who's paying me huge just to check them out. Called 'em 'pumpjacks' or something. Only problem was, there's a hell of a lot of eaters who call this their home. They prey on curious folks comin' to check out those... things."

He gestured off at strange metal objects. They stuck out from the ground, and had an odd off balance feel to their design. They where rather similar to a scale, although it didn't seem they where designed to balance much of anything. The scene below, with the malevelont figures focusing on his own men, seemed to brighten his mood.

"Now all we have to do is sneak around and check it out!" He re-holstered his carbine and started at a brisk pace.

Eli "Slim" Ambrose
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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
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Ellis looked down below at the milling eaters that ran quickly towards the group below them. Ellis was on two levels of thought. At first, he was tempted to follow Draun's Will and charge down there. Then he realized that he would probably die if he did that. Then, he decided that he would see how this 'sneaking' attitude would go.

"Happens all the time down der. Yew know, clans gettin' pissed at some other clans. Swamper's getting outside help. Things like dat." Ellis said flatly, trying not to betray any emotion in his voice. He had basically killed this man's friend during the compound attack. If Ellis let slip that he did kill him, blood would flow.

Ellis diverted his attention over to the metal structures that the mercenary had pointed out. Shrugging, Ellis decided that they were of no value to him. Besides, 'oil' itself sounded like a useless word. From the tellings of the old Clan Leaders, oil was long gone; taken away by Draun as punishment to the non-believers after the Great War.

Rubbing his nose, shrugged and adjusted the strap on his Bren gun. Ellis was currently carrying it waist height, but, the strap kept on digging into his neck. Ellis supposed thats what you get when you use old boat rope was a sling. As for the pistol, Ellis took it out of the small of his back and chambered a round before activating the safety. Stuffing it back into the small of his back, Ellis put his jacket over it and continued walking.

As for his flamethrower, Ellis shaked it again. A few sloshing sounds came from within the calkgun, indicating there was plenty of fuel left. When they got closer, Ellis would activate the blowtorch underneath the gun in order for the starter light to be ready. As for now, there was no need for.

Finally, Ellis withdrew his cleaver and pressed his thumb up agiasnt the cleaver's sharpened edge. Pulling his thumb away with a small grimace, he wiped the blood on his thumb on the bridge of his nose, hoping his small sacrifice to Draun would grant him his favor.

"Shoulda worn blue today." Ellis said to himself as he fell back into place, walking behind the mercenary leader.
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((OOC: Let's get this thing fuckin' started again!!!!!))

The eaters were between them and the strange metal objects, George crouched down and looked down at the strange figures, he didn't know who they were, how many there were, why they were there, and what the fuck their goal was. He was uninformed, had no clue what was going on, and was following a crazed mercenary, sounded like his type of party.

He loaded the brass colored rounds into the trapdoor and snapped it shut, he laid the gun beside him and took a sip of his water, it was time to get things started. George looked at the men beside him and stood up. He picked up his rifle and moved away from the ledge of the ridge.

He moved ahead of the crowd and turned around facing them and walking backwards slowly, "So, let's move away form these eaters, let the grunts take care of 'em and get us some loot for our troubles," he pulled out a pack of Ronhill Unlimited's and offered a cigarrete to each man,"sound good boss, or do you have a better plan?"
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"That was my plan all along. Beats me how long they'll be occupied, but I doubt they're smart enough to leave any large resistance behind for people sneaking around the commotion. We'll go around and hit that building first."

The building he pointed out certainly seemed promising, a faded marque reading 'in ormation' still hanging, rested, from it's side.
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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"Then lets go." Ellis said, shifting his machine guns strap and moving off towards the building. Keeping an eye the eaters as they rushed towards the other mercenaries, Ellis shrugged and kept his eyes on the building ahead.

Sprinting across the open ground between the last piece of cover he was in and the building, Ellis slammed up agianist the side of the building and peered inside the window. He didn't really see anything in particular, but, he wanted to be safe then sorry.

Drawing his cleaver so his machine gun didn't attract more of the eaters, Ellis kicked in the door. Inside, a single eater sat in a chair. The eater sprang to his feet, rushing at Ellis with a sharpened stick. Just enough to be deadly.

Pushing the spear aside before it hit him in the gut, Ellis swung sideways and hit the eater on the side of the head with his cleaver; burying the blade deep into the eaters skull. Withdrawing the blade with a sicking 'slurp', Ellis brought his cleaver down onto the eaters head; nearly splitting it in two.

Poking his head outside the door, Ellis waved for the two others to come join him inside the house.
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