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Topic Started: Nov 20 2010, 06:20 AM (269 Views)
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We bought out the whole group of tribals. They call themselves the 'redskulls' or some ridiculous shit. They have a big camp set up in a boneyard a few days from BT. Linley came back missing a few digits, but he said he can lead the cannibal rabble to the east as a throng of shock troopers. They'll happily help us clear out the less reasonable tribes, and BT itself. With the splinter group of 'signbacks' as you call them to the west, we'll take it all in one great sweep. A weeks worth of marching these barbarians and we'll have the entire area cleared clean.

The password on further messages will be changed to "posies".  We have to plan well. Start moving your men towards BT in four days. I've spoken to Linely, who'll use his 'shock troops' to clear out the surrounding tribes, and I will personally move through to whipe up the mess.

Godspeed, Farlen.


John read the message on the borrowed pip boy screen and reread it. He squeezed his eyes shut, pressed his gloved fingers against his nose before taking the hand away and re-rereading the text that had been freed from the depths of the found holotape.

John was not the best read resident of the wastes but he realized the words he had read had not been a mistake. The former mechanic moved a gloved hand over the wiry hairs that currently formed his beard and read the message again. It was by no means good news. Not that John particularly cared about the promise of genocide regarding tribals and trappers but he seemed likely to wind up caught in the mess even if he were to leave immediately.

The first thing the man considered was that the message was somehow corrupted, a notion quickly denied by the technician named Finn. Following that the man considered the chance that it was in some form of code, in which case the message could mean anything. But if it wasn’t in code and wasn’t faulty than the meaning was clear.

John sighed and forced himself to stop thinking and decide what he should do.

After the bombs humanity disposed of the façade of “caring” about the welfare of others, despite this humanity was still a social species and there was a certain solidarity, one that forced even as antisocial men as John to not simply leave others to die at the hands of tribals.

A question asked and John collected the tape and left the technicians lair. His pace was fast and people had to get out of his way, many cursing in various degrees of noise and left it at that, people are less likely to demand apologies from well-armed individuals. John did not pay much attention to them, not even the scantily clad females waving to him from the balcony of one of the few properly built buildings with a sign proudly declaring it as “La Ranchero”. Being well versed in life he assumed that most of the guards from the caravan he had arrived with would be here and John had to fight the temptation to join in the fun.

Instead he set his destination to one of the other properly built buildings, a two story building surrounded by a wall (a short one but still a wall) he had to move round to the gate were two sentries stood, rather relaxed sentries at that. When they noticed the man their hands rested on their sidearms and one lifted a hand indicated that the mechanic should stop.

- ‘Fuck you want?’

Keeping his hands away from any of his weapons John once again cursed whatever sense of decency that made him make this trip.

- ‘I found information. The possibility of an attack on Buckettown.’

A smirk spread across the face of one of the sentries while the other spat out a wad of tobacco.

- ‘What sort of shit ‘ave you been takin’?’

The grinner asked. John sent a glare at the man, a wasted glare due to the goggles on his eyes. The spitter stepped forward.

- ‘What sort of info?’
- ‘A holotape. Found it some time ago, had it read at your tech guy….Finn?’

John answered the reasonable inquiry and hated how feeble his words came out. Grinner looked like he wanted to say something, but was stopped as Spitter placed a hand on his arm with a enough force to make grinner wince.

- ‘Go get the Sarge.’

The sentry sighed and went into the compound. After a moments waiting he returned and told John to go in. In the courtyard John found his options limited, as apart from a stable there was only the main building, several men waiting on the porch.

- ‘That’s close enough.’

John stopped. Two guards, rifles slung under arm in a position where they could be readied for use easily, approached him. The duo professionally disarmed the former mechanic and found the holotape. Both guards stepped away from John, one dunping his equipment on the porch the other handing the tape to whom John assumed to be “the sarge”. “Sarge” looked at the tape, glanced at the mechanic before nodding.

- ‘Sit yourself on the porch. Depending on the contents the boss might want to see you.’

With that Sarge disappeared into the building, leaving John surrounded by armed men. One of them motioned for John to sit on one of the chairs present, on the opposite end from his gear. The former mechanic sighed and did as told; glad for the shade he waited for his fate to be made clear with one thought strong and clear in his mind.

‘Bastards could’ve offered me a beer.’
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Large Hide. 17 Piece Lock Pick Set. Stimpack. Tin of Tabacco. Sketch Pad+Charcoal. Magic 8ball, NCS 5 dollar note. Odd Holotape. Precious metal.
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It wasn't long until an imposing figure arrived with a grumble. Of all the various hang-arounds and others who had taken up the task of marshaling the town with Gerade ousted, he is clearly the biggest, and almost as if by extension, the leader. With a neck you doubt you could fit your hands around and forearms as large as most bicepts, he doesn't appear to be a man you'd want to mess with in a fight. A man of few words, others part in his wake as he stands before you. The so-called 'sarge' walks at his side, and the large man seems slightly confused at the entire situation.

"I'm Roy. I run Security for the council. Tell me about this 'message.'"
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
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“Sarge” came back with what was easily one of, if not the, most intimidating men John had met. Standing up he nodded as the man introduced himself and demanded information. With a shrug of his shoulders the former mechanic decided to rest his eyes on the point just above Roy’s head as the point the least likely to give the giant an excuse to feel challenged in any way. A wasted effort if John were to remember that his own eyes were concealed with goggles making them unseen.

- ‘I found the holotape among some scrap not far from Buckettown. Took it to your tech guy, Finn was it? He cracked it easily enough and there was some stuff about a group hiring several local tribes to “clear out” other tribes in the area as well Buckettown itself.’

John paused as he thought over how what he had said sounded and decided it was enough to present the heart of the matter. As an after thought, however, he decided to add to it.

- ‘The exact message is on the holotape I handed over.’
John Rakowski Level 3 S:6 P:6 E:6 C:4 I:7 A:6 L:5
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Large Hide. 17 Piece Lock Pick Set. Stimpack. Tin of Tabacco. Sketch Pad+Charcoal. Magic 8ball, NCS 5 dollar note. Odd Holotape. Precious metal.
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"Well, then you've been helpful. For those of you that can read, anyways." His eyes still seemed to be blank, unthinking. He sighed heavily and gestured with a gnarled hand. His demeanor was simple as he entered the building. "Come in." The building within still has the unfamilliar feeling of 'newness'. Although the scavenged construction seems suprisingly solid and sturdy.

Decoration and furniture is sparse, although he still manages to pull two chairs, one for each of you, seemingly out of nowhere. He held both of them with ease, swinging one over to you and sitting in his own.

"We get this thing very often, but I've sent out for some key members of the town anyways. Before they arrive, it's probably best you tell me everything you can about this. I understand it mentions some specific locations and tribes?"
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
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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John did as told and sat himself down as he resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon, not that he should be expecting anything else as the matter was something significant.

The former mechanic nodded at the understandable demand for more information though it still took him a moment to actually say anything. He racked his mind to bring out details that did not seem as important when he originally read the tape.

- ‘A group called “Redskulls” from a “Boneyard”. Cannibals to the east. Another group to the west…. “Callbacks”? These ones are supposedly meant to move within four days to Buckettown… from the context I assume the man who wrote it is in charge of another force which is meant for clean up operations.’

John paused as he tried to remember more, hands folding in front of him in an unconscious act.

- ‘Names. The man writing signed as “Farley”… or maybe “Farlen”. There was also a Lin… “Lindsy”? No. “Linly”?’

The former mechanic fell silent before shrugging.

- ‘Anyway there were names of individuals and groups along with basic movements. Your Finn has a working pipboy, the data can always be uploaded again.’

The man stated while inwardly cursing his haste that stopped him from coming up with the idea of actually writing down the electronic message into another form.
John Rakowski Level 3 S:6 P:6 E:6 C:4 I:7 A:6 L:5
Full-length hooded duster. Pipe rifle. Kitchen knife (serrated blade). High Quality Autorevolver. Rock Knuckles. Gunpowder Mine.
Large Hide. 17 Piece Lock Pick Set. Stimpack. Tin of Tabacco. Sketch Pad+Charcoal. Magic 8ball, NCS 5 dollar note. Odd Holotape. Precious metal.
Average in height but underweight. Cold grey eyes set in a thin skull above a thin nose over a thin mouth set in a frown. Bald but with a beard streaked with grey.
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"This better be good Roy. I have a lot of things going on." A tanned man entered with stomping feet and the sound of rough combing on a carefully groomed black beard. Although Roy was clearly a much larger, and stronger man, he spoke with an irritated edge. He seemed jittery and energetic, although his angerly bent brow clearly showed it was negative energy more then anything.

Roy replied calmly and simply. "This man seems to have evidence of an attack on town. He found a holotape or some other mechanical thing I don't understand. We can go over the details later. I sent for you alone, Ali."

The man, clearly 'Ali', suddenly became more focused and alert, and seemed to suddenly open up some reserve of patience he'd been saving up. He didn't worry about details like Roy seemed to, rather, he immediately went into reactions.

"Where did you find this message? Could you take us back to it? Do you have any idea who it came from? Where they might of been heading? Could you track them? We need something to go on. I brough some chemist with me from the lab. If you would be so gracious as to help us, they could depart with you immediately."
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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Someone entered the room, making John turn around while instinctively reaching to his side where his revolver usually sat, when his hand did not rest on the weapon John remembered that it was outside in the care of Buckettowns security.

The man stormed into the room as if he didn’t give a damn who it belonged to and a rapid torrent of words coming from his mouth. John reached the conclusion that this was one of the men Roy said he had sent for, a fact confirmed by the man himself as he greeted the newcomer by giving him information on the subject discussed. John didn’t even have time to stand up, as would be polite, when he found himself on the receiving end of a barrage of questions.

After a brief moment of staring at the man with a face befitting a dimwit John began to answer, a job helped by the fact that he had recently answered those questions or similar ones and his brain had already dug up most of the information.

- ‘A workshop in a town, Grey Hill. They said they found it in the wasteland next to a corpse. I have it here. It was signed by a Farlen. Buckettown and the neighbouring tribes. Doubtful. Help with what and depart where?’

He paused long enough to glance from one man to the other before continuing.

- ‘The holotape is here and you’re welcome to it. Your tech guy, Finn, read it and I assume you could do so again.’
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Large Hide. 17 Piece Lock Pick Set. Stimpack. Tin of Tabacco. Sketch Pad+Charcoal. Magic 8ball, NCS 5 dollar note. Odd Holotape. Precious metal.
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"Help us depart to the location where you found it in the first place. If more of these locked messages where found, it would be extremely useful. If you can't, I suppose you make a more then passable help, but more then passable isn't ideal by a long shot."

Roy suddenly stepped up, offering a tremendous hand to shake.

"Either way, what you've done is a help to me. Now that I've gotten it, I can work on trying to fortify the town. It's all the proof I need for the council to actually recognize my job as head of security. I'm in your debt. The council may even give you something as thanks."

Ali scoffed and made a point not to offer his hand.

"And absolutely no help to me. If the message isn't some fabrication, it is vaguely important. But it seems my coming here was a waste of time, if you can't even help point us in the correct direction."
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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John stood as Roy did and shook the ham-sized hand when it was offered.

- ‘Good luck on that… chief?’

The pause and uncertainty was due to the fact that the former mechanic was unsure how he should address the chief of security. With a final squeeze the two released their grip and John turned to Ali.

- ‘For what it is worth if you decide you need to I can lead a group of your men to the town to see whether they remember where they found the tape.’

John paused and shrugged shifting his gaze to Roy to ask a question a man who knew more about interperson relations might hesitate to say.

- ‘I understand I would be compensated for my time if it comes to that?’
John Rakowski Level 3 S:6 P:6 E:6 C:4 I:7 A:6 L:5
Full-length hooded duster. Pipe rifle. Kitchen knife (serrated blade). High Quality Autorevolver. Rock Knuckles. Gunpowder Mine.
Large Hide. 17 Piece Lock Pick Set. Stimpack. Tin of Tabacco. Sketch Pad+Charcoal. Magic 8ball, NCS 5 dollar note. Odd Holotape. Precious metal.
Average in height but underweight. Cold grey eyes set in a thin skull above a thin nose over a thin mouth set in a frown. Bald but with a beard streaked with grey.
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"I would imagine so. If you want to lead some men to where you found it, or help prepare for these... new events, it would certainly be aprreciated, you know?"

Roy turned to leave.

"Whatever the case, I have things to deal with. You can stay and talk to some of my men about doing work, or you can leave. I'm sure they could use help telling the townsfolk. That is up to you."
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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John nodded as he took in the information and followed Roy out, his mind going over the recent events and trying to work out what course of action would be best for him. So occupied the man moved to reclaim his gear before stopping as he remembered something. Catching up with the chief of security he voiced the matter.

- ‘So what are the chances that the council will give some sort of reward for this info?’

OOC: Shall we treat this as finished?
John Rakowski Level 3 S:6 P:6 E:6 C:4 I:7 A:6 L:5
Full-length hooded duster. Pipe rifle. Kitchen knife (serrated blade). High Quality Autorevolver. Rock Knuckles. Gunpowder Mine.
Large Hide. 17 Piece Lock Pick Set. Stimpack. Tin of Tabacco. Sketch Pad+Charcoal. Magic 8ball, NCS 5 dollar note. Odd Holotape. Precious metal.
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"I know Roy really needed something like this to help give us some pull in the council. This really isn't allowed, but just don't tell anyone. We got a lotta looted goods from the whole rebellion laying around. Pick somethin' you like. If you come up with anything else, come to us."

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Pick one:

-"Road maggots" leather jacket (GC teir 1)

-Basic bedspread

-Engraved pocket watch

-Commander Cold's astronaught icecream!
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
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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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