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| ghost67 | Oct 20 2016, 07:14 PM Post #1 |
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(Would have posted sooner, had a few things pop up on me but better late than never) As they awoke it had seemed like any other normal day for them, which was waking up to the sounds of feral ghouls on the other side of their door. Thatcher was the first to wake, his legs swung out over the bunk and he put on his boots and lazily shuffled to the bathroom to do his morning routine. He could hear the other two waking up as well as the sound of scratching was heard against the door. "Damn Ferals need to find something else to do in the morning" Halverson said as he lit up a cigarette waiting for the bathroom to be vacated. Leuthold sat up and stretched out a bit before lighting his own cig. "You would think they would have found something else to do after a few decades of scratching everything in sigh" He took a quick drag before both he and Halverson heard the toilet flush. As Thatcher exited it was almost a race for both his buddies to see who would use the facilities first. Needless to say Halverson won and Leuthold had to wait in agony as he held in his bladder. After they had all finished it was time to get down to business, Thatcher cleared his throat and pulled out a blueprint of the base from the table. "Alright we already know that we need to access the armory in order to get some explosives to get us out of here" He pointed to the room labeled armory with a stick. "The only problem is that it's buried behind 50 feet of collapsed concrete, lead, and dirt. Any suggestions today on how we proceed?" He asked and looked at both Leuthold and Halverson who were still smoking. Leuthold stood up and pointed to the water pipes on the blueprints. "We could try using the water pipes and direct the water flow with a homemade pressure nozzle. We would probably be though in a few months". Halverson put out his cigarette and let out a sigh. "Only one problem, where is all that water run off going to go and after we break off a pipe how do we manage the water? If you ask me we should just use what tools we have and do what we have been doing the last several decades" That's when it happened again, the start of an argument between Leuthold and Halverson. Thatcher just sat back and let them argue he knew that if they didn't it would just get worse not to mention it made for good entertainment. A few minutes went by and that's when Thatcher heard it, a faint beep coming from their terminal that Leuthold fixed with Thatchers help. Thatcher slowly moved to the terminal and sat down on the chair while pulling up a few programs. Both Leuthold and Halverson stoped arguing and looked over at their buddy with questioning eyes. Thatcher then opened up the camera feeds that were somehow still working and what he saw he could not believe. (only three working cameras out of the original 125 in the complex). "Well...this could get bad" Thatcher stated as the other two looked over his shoulder and peeped at the screen. What they saw was simple, a group of what appeared to be humans wearing bits and pieces of metal and leather. Thatcher noted that the group consisted of five men three women and two sickly looking dogs. One of the men was busy placing something at the caved in entrance. "Something tells me that they are not a rescue team" Leuthold said as he lit another cigarette. "What makes you think that genius, the fact that they look like raiders from the tv" Thatcher responded as the raiders ran back and then the camera went dead. Halverson was checking his phazer for hen he decided to give his two cents worth as the small tremor of the explosion finally reached them "Well gentlemen it was nice living with you the last two centuries but now I believe we can finally get the hell out of this god forsaken base and get a nice tan" Another explosion could be felt after a few more minutes, all three of them were getting ready for the fight that would be inevitable. A half hour went by and the explosions had gotten much closer then they finally stopped altogether. Then the gunfire started, all three survivors looked at each other before Thatcher said anything. "It seems as though our old comrades don't like the intruders" he then pointed at Halverson "Halverson take your phazer and set up on their right flank make sure their only cover is the wall, use our old friends as a distraction and push them further into this base" then he pointed to Leuthold "I need you to attack them head on draw them into the cafeteria and into the trap, the protectron we managed to half ass fix up will be waiting, I will take care of the stragglers, now any questions" he looked at both of them and they shook their heads in agreement. "Good now lets get this party started" As they each took their positions in the ambush area Thatcher could only hope that the raiders would go for the bait and head toward the cafeteria. A few minutes went by and the raiders appeared slowly moving forward taking out ghouls as they moved. Then everything happened at once, Halverson stood up and fired a few shots from the phazer striking one of the female raiders in the chest and making her stumble backward. As that happened the two sickly dogs took off toward him but they were stopped as several feral ghouls appeared and began fighting them. The raiders took notice of the now new threat and turned their attention toward Halverson and the ghouls. Then as their attention turned Leuthold rounded the corner by the cafeteria, raised his pipe pistol and fired a few rounds into the raiders. His aim was low and he only hit two of the men. Both rounds hit their legs making them stumble and slightly fall. Halverson kept up the pressure and continued to fire his phazer into the group of raiders who now took cover behind some Debris. Leuthold was trying his best to get them to move by throwing insults at them but it seemed to not be working. Thatcher sighed as he watched from behind, the feral ghouls were having a tough time with the dogs who apparently were tougher than they looked. He unslung his pipe rifle and took careful aim at one of the raider men, he lined up his shot on the enemy's skull and pulled the trigger. The report of the rifle was covered up by all the yelling and the occasional gun shots from either the raiders or Leuthold. Nevertheless the round went straight and true and into the raiders skull sending brain matter and skull fragments onto his buddies. Two reacted in the way Thatcher hoped they would and bolted for the exit knowing full well it was better to retreat than to continue. The Raiding group now consisted of two injured men shot in the legs, 1 healthy man and 2 women. Both dogs were now finally dead and only one man and woman retreated from fear. Thatcher loaded another round into the chamber of the rifle and lined up another shot this time aiming for one of the women who appeared to be giving orders. After a few moments he pulled the trigger this time the round found its way into the targets throats and she crumpled to the floor holding her throat, blood pooling up around her. That was the last bit for the raiders as they then charged forward toward Leuthold who then began to lead them to the cafeteria. Halverson followed behind the raiders along with what seemed to be more ferals who were attracted to the gunfire. Thatcher turned his attention to the two that retreated, he slung his rifle over his back and began moving towards them in the darkness. The two retreating raiders were not making good time as they ran into some feral ghouls. The woman tripped over a skeletal corpse of a long dead soldier and was trying to get up when a group of 3 feral ghouls jumped on her and began to tear into her. Her screams filled the hallway as she began to slowly die an agonizing death from the ferals. As Thatcher ran past her he swore he could hear her say "help me" but he simply ignored it and continued on toward his main target. He then stopped after a bit and noticed that their was no more sounds of foot steps, and he quickly backed into a dark corner and began to listen carefully to everything around him. As the sounds reverberated around him he narrowed in on a single noise, past all the sounds that the ferals were making. Thatcher could faintly hear rapid breathing not too far from his location, it seemed to be coming from some scaffolding a bit above him. "Clever" thought Thatcher as he moved slowly towards the fallen air duct system, once inside he began moving even slower upward making sure not to be heard. The sounds of the ghouls below reinsured him that his target had not left yet, after a good few minutes of climbing slowly through the air ducts he made it out a few feet behind the raider. Slowly he stepped forward and took out a piece of barbed wire and soon was standing behind the raider. With one quick motion the barbed wire went around the raiders neck and Thatcher held it fast so as the raider could not get away. The raider struggled to get away but the barbed wire was already cutting through his neck, mere moments went by and the raiders lifeless body was thrown from the scaffolding into the darkness below with the ferals. Thatcher sat down and took out a cigar and lit it up wondering how well the other two were doing. As Leuthold ran into the cafeteria he quickly made his way to the exit and activated the protectron at the terminal. As the remaining raiders entered the cafeteria they immediately took cover behind the tables and chairs, unfortunately for the two injured they were a bit too slow as the protections makeshift flamethrower roasted the two. They began screaming and yelling as they slowly roasted however the remaining two raiders took this opportunity and began firing at the protectron. One of them landed a lucky hit and a bullet struck its makeshift flamethrower arm and it exploded sending metal fragments everywhere. The protectron fell over and moved no more, the raiders then began to fire upon Leuthold as he made his was to the exit and shut the door. As the door shut Halverson shoved in several feral ghouls through the entrance and then shut his door. The sounds they heard were not something they would soon forget. Leuthold chained his door shut and went around and helped Halverson hold his door shut. Thatcher returned to the other two after finishing the cigar and found them both on the floor holding the door shut. The noises had stopped and they both looked up and slowly stood up. Halverson spoke first. "That went slightly better than we hoped, though we lost the robot. That thing was older than us, I'm surprised it lasted as long as it did" A yell then came from inside the cafeteria and Thatcher sighed. Leuthold kept quiet and handed over pipe pistol to Thatcher, who took it checked it as the other two prepared to open the door. Thatcher nodded his head and they opened the door what was inside was rather shocking. Their in the middle of the cafeteria stood a raider covered in wounds and blood holding a machete. Around him lay the dead ghouls, dead raiders and several used chems. He began to say something but Thatchers trigger finger was faster and he quickly put four rounds into the mans chest. The raider stumbled back slightly then charged at John. His wounds sending blood in every which direction, as he neared John he saw the flash of the pipe pistol twice then red as he fell to the floor. The raider looked up from the ground only to see Thatcher staring over him with the pistol to his head. One last gun shot and the raider fell to the floor with a bloody thud. Leuthold and Halverson walked in, "damn" whistled Halverson as he looked at the now dead raider. "One raider with that much Chems sure put up a hell of a fight" Leuthold nodded in agreement "yeah well at least it is finally all over" Thatcher handed over the pipe pistol to Leuthold. "Almost, pile the dead and let's see what loot they have. I doubt they have anything good but let's hope one has a slightly better map than we do." |
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Ssgt. Johnathan Thatcher Level: 1 S (5) P (6) E (6) C (4) I (7) A (7) L (5) Weapons: - Pipe Rifle w/crude scope - Phazer Armor: - Pre war army uniform with desert gear lined with rubber from boots For the money, for the glory, and for the fun....but mostly for the money. | |
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