Fallout: Frontier (IC)

[New Armarzia]

SIgn-Ups

Patrick "Riley" McMurry
New Canaanite Missionary
South-West seattle

Patrick hugged his hunting shotgun tightly to himself as he walked through the abandoned ruins of the city. The area was technically the territory of a group of raider led by the 'Mistress' which he grew found of, the group wasn't organized enough to actually guard their territory. Scavengers, other raiders, or honestly anyone could be out here and be willing to pull a gun on him. He knew he needed to be careful, but the slower he moved, the colder the wind felt against him. He continued to walk West, carefully eyeing his steps to make sure he did not step on anything left behind. He froze when he saw a couple of people of in the distance and quickly fell to the ground hoping not to be noticed.

He let out a sight of relief when he made out who the two were. They both wore a mess of twisted metal that honestly did little to protect either one, but they walked with a certain air of coolness and calm meaning they knew they were in their territory. They were The 'Mistress's' men, Riley wouldn't have anything to worry about. He picked himself up and dusted himself off. He gave a nod of acknowledgement to the raiders as he passed by them and continued on his way West, out of the city and towards the tribal lands.

Jessica Urbane
NCR Ranger
Ranger Station Bravo, South Seattle Wasteland

A cold air blew through the outpost as the sun rose, Jessica stepped out of her tent already wearing her patrol armor. She remembered soldiers complaining about wanting a nuclear winter in the mojave, but she would give anything to head back out that way, it was also easier to get med-x out there too. Was hard to keep herself adequately stalked when just about everyone in this excuse of a place wanted to shoot at her.

"Nothing to report, ma'am," said a ghoul wearing a button up shirt and scarf with a black duster over it all for warmth.

Jessica smiled at the ghoul and said, "Get some sleep Jacob, a patrol is scheduled to come in a few hours, so don't be alarmed. I'm going to go scouting with Liz, so Edwards will be in charge when you wake up."

"Yes ma'am," acknowledged the night-shift ranger who continued on to one of the three tents to sleep. Jessica took a moment to take in her surroundings. The frequent raids by the legion forced the rangers to reconsider how to establish their outposts. The slaughter at charlie showed that the stations would need to better manned and more defensible, rather than undermanned with most of the ranger force stationed at some military camp. Ranger Station Bravo did just that, it was like a miniature fort that would be able to hold off the average aggressor. The station was based around a crafted radio tower with three tents on the East side of the tower, a small guard tower on North face, and two metal shacks on the South side. A thin wall constructed of wood and sheet metal surrounded the station with one entrance towards the North. The other two stations were like this as well and each one was required to have a standing force of eight regular rangers, one senior ranger, and a comm officer. A number of small, three-man ranger squads were not assigned to the stations and would routinely move between them to keep the are between well-guarded.

Jessica waved to the comm officer, Edward, who was heading towards one of the shacks to man the radio. He waved back, but still seemed half asleep. Someone was making potshots at the station throughout the night with no luck, but none of the ranger went out to find the person out of fear of an ambush. Now that it was day, Jessica planned to scout out the area to find any signs of the person, but more importantly, she needed to get away to take some med-x without getting caught. She headed over to the entrance where Elizabeth was waiting for her. She wore jeans, a button up shirt, and a vest; Jessica couldn't understand how Liz could stand the cold. The two rangers left the camp and into the wilderness witht heir guard up and rifles handy.

[Pragia]

Thomas looked over at the rising sun in the east from his makeshift campsite. To the south he saw his destination: Seattle. He had been taught since he was an initiate of the Brotherhood's neighbors to the south, about those in charge, and what had happened to it in recent history. He guessed, based on his map, he was maybe 5 miles away from the outskirts of the city.

He had not come into contact with anything willing to talk yet, only a bandit group and a few wild Brahmin. He had dealt with the bandits rather easily, and he chuckled as he remembered the looks on their faces as their bullets bounced near harmlessly off his armor. He let his fist do the talking as two of them got shotgun shells unloaded into them at point blank range. He let the leader go after melting his gun, taking the caps off the bodies of his two fallen comrades. Eh, 35 caps can at least buy me some good food. Thomas thought. The Brahmin steaks were a bit overcooked, but edible nonetheless.

As he took bites from the charred meat, he was considering his strategy. The Brotherhood as a whole has begun to be on the rebound, with the reclaiming of HELIOS ONE and the ARCHIMEDES II orbital laser. The NCR has also begun to loosen its grip on Maxton, the brotherhood's home bunker. The recent expansions under their new president, espessially into the north. Thomas has personally scouted and reported NCR ranger teams searching the area. Thomas was headed to Seattle to get away from it all, and to learn what it's like to be a normal wastelander.

Thomas took a swig of his canteen and packed his gear, the tent collapsing after a couple of stakes. He began walking down the highway to the ruined city, not knowing what he may find in Seattle. He'd need to stop at a river or pond or something to refill his canteen before going into the city itself.

[Ralnis]

John Dantes Bixby,
Knights of the Brown Duster

The Knights were done raiding a Ranger patrol that was near their area ,over 40 infatrymen were station on the rocks as the ten man patrol team had just entered the ambush zone. Bixby had station himself with his chinese assault rilfe had been steadly driping with sweat, but he knew what the outcome is going to be.
"Is everyone ready?" Bixby whipered to the man next to him
"Yep, we are ready for your signal"
"Good get ready and fire, for the Duster!"
Then in the cover of night out came the infantry that caught the patrol by surprise as they shot the men with a rainstrom full of bullets as they all reach their mark.
"Everyone alright?"
Bixby said as he slide down to inspect the bodies.
"Yeah fine, I think bill caught a cut from a rock"
"That's fine, he can go get healed up when we get back to base, see if you can check the bodies"
The infatryman check the bodies and found papers and documents with him
"Hey Bixby found some map to nearest outpost with some supplies and a warning about the Knights themselves"
"Well the warning is nothing but the map looks good, it looks like the outpost is about an hour south from here. How about, who wants to go bear hunting?"
Everybody nod in approval.
Bixby said as he slang his rifle and picked some of the ranger's assualt rifle"Well, the night is still young so let's get going."
The Knights moved out towards the small ranger outpost.

[Cylarn]

The majority of the NCR forces present in Washington were Rangers, but Bravo also had a small company of regular soldiers providing security. One of those soldiers was 1SG Halloran, a seasoned NCR veteran. As the sun began to rise, the First Sergeant was already awake, smoking a cigarette down by the fire as he cradled his rifle, watching the fire. A few other troopers sat with him, and one man played a guitar as they watched the sun begin to rise. The temperature was not something he was too used to; he had just been moved from the Mojave during the withdrawl. Like many other men, he felt that the withdrawl from the Mojave was stupid, as they had lost too many men to just give up the region. But, he was a soldier first, so he had to go along with it.

[Rupudska]

A rather sad-looking truck, red and rusty in patches but running smoothly, rolled down a flat bit of terrain towards Seattle. It seemed to be trying to avoid the larger highways. They were too obvious paths for such a vehicle to take, and a moving vehicle was a big fat target for any raider smart enough to know how take one down, and stupid enough to take this specific one down. Its pilot, Ruya el-Amin, was fairly good at shaking off raiders. Not like they could catch her on foot. They'd need a fast ride of their own to catch it. Or an airplane, but even in the NCR those were few and far between. All vehicles were. Driving past a pair of brahmins who ran off, startled by the truck's driving, that was obvious.

[Legital]

East Seattle, Highway Underpass

In the twilight of the early morning, a small light illuminated the dark highway underpass before flaring down into a small cool ember. Carl, or Mister Carl formally speaking, lit his cigarette and took a gracious puff on it. He was often the kind of man to awake early, as he had to prepare the caravan for the coming day. If the Slavers were not roused, they had to be waken up. Bedding materials had to be picked up, weapons had to be checked, and the slaves had to be roused as well. Which, speaking of slaves, this week they did not have too many.

Carl took another puff of the cigarette before turning around and glancing at the side of the underpass at the six individuals who were cuddled together under shabby blankets. All had slave collars on their necks, set to inwardly explode if any of them were to go a certain distance away from the central transmitter, or to explode upon the press of a button by any of the slavers. As an added containment, each slave was handcuffed, which had a thick rope tieing each individual together by the cuffs. They had two ropes, each able to hold ten individuals. Most weeks they averaged a single rope, but times of a large influx of people around Seattle often saw them running with two ropes worth. On few occasions had they not had enough room, causing them to have to create another means of herding the slaves together.

But they had six this week, a good number, and they were bound towards a very special place today. The Vox Proletariatus. Carl did not care too much about the group, or whatever communism meant, but they were nice enough people and paid well for good quality slaves when offered under the table. So, that was just enough for him to have some care about them. Not to mention, they had a good amount of folks living with the group, so that meant more influence in the area. Sure, the Washington Express did not have much influence with the Vox Proletariatus as their dealings were secret, but there was a tiny bit. They needed good slaves, well, here they were with good slaves! The Washington Express prided themselves with what they had to offer, and had a good business system in place. If a purchased slave was proven unworthy, than they were taken back and brutally beaten and killed. Simple as that. It prevented slaves from angering their masters and resulting in some sort of fraud case, ending in their deaths. Of course there were other policy's, that was simply a main one that happened on occasion.

Already, most of the slaver family, as they were considered, no matter what blood relation, was already roused. The five younger members, all under the age of sixteen, were working with their blood or adopted mothers getting some of the supplies packed. The two boys were gathering their guns, eagerly awaiting their fathers to allow them to varmint hunt on the highway. The other men were getting their gear together, while Ellis and Maxwell were waking the slaves. Ellis and Maxwell were the two slave handlers, the men who guided the bound and tied slaves, and cuffed and uncuffed them and looked after them. They were, as Max joked once, their new 'mothers'.

The slaves, three men and three women, awoke groggily and unhappily. Naturally, being on the way to enslavement for the rest of your life was not the best thing to know. But they were fed, looked after, and not beaten (unless they caused trouble). That was more than most of the people in Seattle could claim for themselves. Yet still they glared or looked around with wide eyes at their captors, ever fearful of what could happen at any moment. Long haul slaves, ones who travel from the beginning of a season around without being bought or up for sale usually make peace with their fate.
As Maxwell and Ellis handled the slaves, Carl looked over at Shepard and the pack Brahmins. Shepard, which was a given name to the man, looked over their animals and prepared them for the days to come. The animals carried all the slavers needed, but being a nomadic group, they were prepared to carry and ditch certain things in the event the Brahmin die or fall ill. Shepard was also the oldest of the group, being somewhere around middle-aged or older. The man kept a burly greying beard, and had some decent meat on his bones. He was a friendly fellow, often chatting up storms with the children or the slaves, or anyone willing to listen. He was also the unofficial cook if the woman did not want to cook, too.

Carl finished his cigarette, and turned around to look over the entire caravan. Clapping his hands together, his then spoken words caught everyones attention.

"Alright folks, ready up now. We'll be moven' in a few."

[Halleon]

Grand Mercer Marketplace

The Grand Mercer Marketplace as usual was bustling with activity as Merchants bought and sold every good or resource imaginable. Every Currency imaginable in the Wasteland switched hands between buyers and sellers. Columns of slaves were being auctioned off with the bids ever going higher for the demand for slaves was always rising. Travelers having payed the toll to the Mercer Clan traveled to and from Seattle seeking to set up shop or continue on their journeys did so under the ever watchful eye of the Mercer's Clan. Watching the bustle of activity of his Kingdom was the man known as Mr.Mercer the Leader and Controller of both Mercer Island and the Mercer Clan. From a balcony he observed the Grand Mercer Marketplace with his Anti-Materiel Rifle and could even observe rest of the Mercer Clan territory with the use of radios.

This was apart of his routine as he watched the sun rise and as if summoned on cue, one of his Lieutenants entered the balcony with a cough and once he gained Mr. Mercer's attention he spoke,"Nothing new in the wasteland boss, the NCR haven't made that big move that you say they will eventually make and the war between the abolitionist and the freaks is still going on."

With a smile and a laugh, Mr.Mercer responded,"Marco your my favorite Lieutenant at the moment but sometimes your ignorance troubles me, how can I put much faith in a man such as yourself who lacks the intelligence to see the grand picture of things?" Before Marco could respond he raised a hand to stop anything from being said as he continued to speak,"The NCR pulled the same stunt in the Mojave, they send scouts to test the locals and to get a feel for the terrain then they send in the big guns which are poor foot soldiers that are nothing more then cannon folder. They failed in New Vegas and they shall fail here but while they attempt to tame the Seattle Wasteland, we shall not get involved with them unless of course we are selling and trading with em."

Rising from his spot on the balcony he motioned Marco to follow him inside his office as they walked he continued speaking,"The Verax family and Burkle will eventually wipe each other out that's if the NCR doesn't do us the favor of doing it themselves. We have limited dealing with both of them but at least the Verax Family aren't freaks that roam the wasteland as brutes."

Taking a sip from a cup that contained whiskey as he motioned for Marco to take a cup, he finished what he had to say,"As the Founding Father of the Mercer Clan once said,"I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. That my friend is from the bible that we all know and read but its something John the Preacher believed would be the salvation of the Wasteland. The Mercer Clan today is as violent as it was in those days but now we deal with outsiders for trade brings wealth that shall keep our island under the Mercer Clan's Control."

[Elerian]

After a long and arduous journey from the Northern Mojave Jerick and his band of raiders had finally reached their destination. Seattle. They arrived towards in the Southwestern area of the city. It was nearing night time and some heavy clouds were forming overhead so Jerick wanted to get to some place of shelter soon. Silas walked over to him and began to speak.
"we need t-"
"I know" Jerick cut him off.
Silas nodded and walked over to the small group of slaves. Numbering 8 three of them were NCR soldiers one of them was even a sergeant. They were captured a few weeks back from a under defended Caravan. The rest of them were NCR merchants. In the distance Jerick spotted a small warehouse or factory of some sort so he got everyone's attention.
"There is a factory not to far ahead so lets get moving!"

A Few Days Later

After getting to the factory which to his surprise was a small military depot that was relatively well kept. Inside there wasn't enough power to supply the defense systems so it was a easy score for the raiders. There were however some feral ghouls inside that caught one of the raiders by surprise and injured him. The depot was a impressive three story complex (First story, second and a basement) with a few inner defensive turrets and three mister gutsies and a broken Auto-doc. There were plenty of supplies left over including a few crates of rations and a locked but stocked armory. Jerick's Legion set up their base and began sending out some patrols in the near vicinity to try to gain some knowledge about this crumbling city.

(sorry if this is a bit much i'm new to this)

[The Treorai]

The Hat
Scourn Powerplant

"Damn those slavers..." Rorge said, slamming his large green hands into the slick metal wall. News had come to Scourn that yet another group of slavers had turned their backs on Scourn. The NCR was pressuring away all of Hat's Caps. "Calm down Rorge," said The Hat, with his calm, and sure voice. "We can find more Slaves. There are always people wandering about, just begging to be put in rags and chains." He stood. "What worries me are the reports on NCR activity. The Slavers on't have the balls to do anything like we paid them to do. The least they could have done his fry some caravans or something like that. Soon we'll have to act." The Hat said, with a tinge of frustration in his voice. He had paid mercenaries turned slavers to torch some NCR traders, and stop the supply line slowly being built in Seattle. The Hat would have been pleased, had they done it.

The Hat walked across the room to look out the window. His office was in the highest part of the power plant, so he look down on nearly all of Scourn. Built directly across from the Power Plant was the Slave Trader, which was practically a stage with a crowded, cramped, and electrically fenced slave pen next to it. It was there that slaves in Scourn were auctioned off by their owners. From the window he could see a Large Nightkin being sold to the rich Ghoul everyone called "Baron".

From the window The Hat could also see the best brothel in all of Scourn: The Scorned Deathclaw. The Deathclaw wasn't just a brothel, it was also a fine bar, casino, and it held the worlds only domesticated female Deathclaw sex slave (the feature that, strangely enough, made Hat the most caps).

The Hat turned to Rorge. "Perhaps it will work out, and the NCR will be stopped before they can come to Seattle... so I can keep making caps." he said, and gave a wry smile.

[Occeania]

Peter was walking down a trail with around five other militia members, there detestation was what the NCR called Ranger Station Bravo. They were there for a scouting mission for a much larger attack. The sun was just starting to rise and they were hoping it would not get light out to quickly. After getting in view of the out post they started to dig in there position on some high ground they would use to spy on Ranger Station Bravo.

They would also see if there was any rangers or troops that could be ambushed, and soon enough they spotted two Rangers walking out of the base probably for patrol, Peter along with three other militia members stealth fully walked down to a better spot to shoot at the Rangers and ambush from a better position.

[Dalria]

Issac sat at one of the multiple bar counters of The Scorned Deathclaw shady characters surrounded him. The last few days Issac had not reported to Ranger Station Alpha and had been at The Scorned Deathclaw leaving his gear hidden not to draw any unfriendly attention. He had been eyeing one of the young strippers he had an attraction to. His radio started to beep an incoming call was coming in, he looked down and hurried into the bathroom locking the door behind him. "Issac come in, repeat Issac are you there" a voice was heard. "Yes Ria I'm here i'm okay" Issac replied back to the Coms operator named Ria. "You haven't reported back in several days that's a violation of protocol you need to report back soon" her voice was slightly angry but soothing. "I've been busy there has been a lot of slaver activity lately that's all Ria don't get mad i'm doing my duty" Issac tried to justify why he had not answered.
"Okay, let me get something through you're head Issac you're not a desert ranger you're not some independent goon who wields a gun and is suppose to protect the innocent they were something of myth. You are a NCR ranger part of the NCR military who is suppose to take orders from his superiors you are not some knight in shining armor who can protect everyone now listen to me Issac.." he interrupted her, "Issac out" he turned off the radio. As he slid it back he walked towards the top seeing the girl shy, young, blonde walk by trying to avoid all the large ruthless men. He sat down next too a drunken goon, "who's that" he pointed to the girl. "Oh her that's Siera a beauty huh supposed to untouched too been working here about a year now if it wasn't for that Deathclaw i suppose she would be one of the main attractions" Issac got up he learned not to stay so long in a friendly environment too long as he made his way to the corner of the room he sat at a dark table trying to avoid suspicion.

[Pragia]

Thomas had made good time and had made it to a local creek a mere 2 miles from Seattle. He decided he'd camp here for the day and get to Seattle tonight under the cover of darkness. As he filled up his canteen and an extra bottle of water he had found on the bank of the creek, he noticed there were fish in the water, and they looked edible. He set up his tent secluded by the brush, and used some rations on a bobby pin tied to a stick to go fishing. The water was warm, and the fish bought the scout's trap. He caught a fish and began cooking it for lunch.

[The Great Korean Empire]

Ben hadn't gone on the raid with John or the others. Instead he was tracking two rangers on patrol. Easier targets and at most only a small response would come in return after he was done with those two. He thought John's vision was too big for the moment. They also didn't know he was there...yet. He took a quick drink of water before he started following them again.

[Phonencia]

Ranger-Sergeant Seth Woods navigated through the wilderness quietly, his boots crunching softly on the soft earth as he moved. He kept his R-91 tight against his chest as he moved, keeping the sling from catching on any branches he passed. The weapon was heavy but if he ran into whatever type of God-awful mutants inhabited this place he didn't want to have to rely on his pistol to bring them down. He'd been walking and riding for weeks and had seen a whole lot of nothing so far. A little settlement here, an interesting creature there but nothing worthy of anything more than a mark on his map. He heard movement ahead of him but not until he'd gotten fairly close to the people. They moved with the practiced grace and silence of fellow soldiers and hunters, people familair with the area. As they drew nearer, he noted both were women and fairly nice looking women as well. He flashed a broad white grin and made sure he was visible to both,
"Good afternoon ladies,"
he greeted politely,
"By any chance do the two of you know any large settlements near here?"
He asked.

[Karsland]

Undisclosed Building - Seattle

Riela found herself in an abondoned building, with the dim light from outside she could make out who she was meeting with, members of the Verax Family. Two of the men she assumed were bodyguards, suits with hats and the 12.7mm SMG's gave that away, and the the older man across from her at the table was the head of the family, first impressions wernt the best, but she didnt care. Then he muttered a question to her, a short question with a long answer... "Whats your story"

"Pft a sad old perv like you is the head of Verax Family? oh well, I was born to a mercenary family, i grew up watching them practice their art. Later the town got raided by slavers, everyone died but me and a few other kids who hid from the first wave. They eventually found us but a group of mercenaries just happened to show up and drove them off. I tagged along with them, they trained me, supposedly i was pretty good at shooting and fighting but who knows. Later i lost controll during my first contract and ended up mutilating all the bodies of the bandits we had to kill, it gave me a reputation, i admit it was pretty fun though. We kept moving north till getting up here, and im looking for new people to kill for."
Riela closes her eyes and goes silent for a second
"Look at it this way, im excellent at killing. I like killing. You need people to kill. It all works out."

[Chrome Legion]

Sea dog
Somewhere
Hello hello hello. Time for some regional news, like any of you dumb fucks are smart enough to know anything about what I'm saying. Seems that an old legion squad is trying to get their fingers in the slaving, raiding, and just being assholes cak. From reports they look like a nasty bunch too, if you ever even looked at the NCR with fondness you better hid your ass when these guys are around. And as to those "liberators" from the south not much is looking like it changed. They're still getting buddy-buddy with the Verax's and sending convoys and ranger scouts around to.. I don't know do ranger things. Muteys are still being muteys, Scourn is still the king of slut, smut, and slime. Good time if you ask me. Now for some..... ADS, cause I know you all love those. Some sighting of what people are saying is a "Tennessee Ranger" in the south, what's Tennessee? It's a magical land far far away. Well actualy it just another shit hole to the south-east.
Wolf's Brigade wants me to say they're still willing to kill anyone you want dead, and from personal experience I can tell you they ain't kidding.
The Hat and his (s)cum wranglers would like to tell you about their sexclaw, for about the 2000th time, oh and I guess they have regular whores and casinos and shit.
And as always now comes the music

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGmUsJvRv7U
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7K4jH7NqUw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIHRgisdbeY

[Dalria]

Issac called Siera over, "Miss over here" as she passed out drinks to the men in the room. She walked over and shyly asked, "What would you like sir" Issac quickly responded with his charming attitude, "you are very beautiful". She blushed but looked down thinking of the worst "I'm sorry sir, what kind of drink do you want" she asked again. "I want to help you" he put his hand on her hand laid above the table she pulled it away "Boss man says i'm not old enough yet i'm sorry sir" she started to turn away but he grabbed her shoulder gently "I will set you free Siera don't you worry I'll set all of you free, meet me at this table tomorrow around midnight" he stood up and walked out the door as she gazed in amazement not even knowing the man.
He walked right out of the town finding the skeleton remains of the house he uses as a sort of hide out to watch the Scourn in secret. He undressed and slipped the ranger armor on grabbing a can of beans he engulfed it quickly holstered his revolver and tied to brush gun to his back as he set out.

[Ralnis]

NCR patrol camp
John Dantes Bixby

John and his men follwed the map to one of the Ranger locations that where camping on patrol. Bixby got his men hid in the trees as everyone got in postion. Bixby had whispered to phill as he was the one with the only scope on his rilfe."Hey Phill, how many you got."
"About three of them, they are wearing the patrol armor that those rangers have."
Bixby nodded"Alright boys, they haven't spotted us yet, so at the count of three we will come out and attack, ready one..two...three!"
Then out came the nine men and Bixby that shot at the elite rangers. One of the rangers was shot in the head by Bixby while Bill decied to get a little cocky and try to take on by himself, but the ranger was faster then him and shot him in the shoulder with such a force that it had a compund fracture as he went down. "Bill you cocky fool!" Bixby said as he pulled his .357 revloer and shot him thre the head in three shots and several other men gunned down the other ranger.
"Alright boys good job, it wasn't the outpost but it was still a good hit, now someone help Bill and put some pressure on the wound, you three, loot the bodies, armor and all and don't forget to collect their dogtags and bury them. I'll put out the fire and lets head back to base."
The Knights stripped the rangers and bury them as the other guys carry Bil and Bixby kicked dirted on the fire as they go back to base."
Knights of the Brown Duster base
Bixby was talking to Smith and Django as the guys were watching over the base in his abasance
Smith responded"So Bixby, found the outpost?"
Bixby took of his hat as he sat down"No, you where right, it was only a patrol, we killed them but Bill is at the hospital for a few days for he has a broken shoulder and a bullet in their to, so it looks like I owe you the cowboy repater then."
Smith just shook his head"No, is fine I will just put it in the armory, but Ben is out trying to take out some rangers he said he found alone."
Bixby sat down and grabed a carrot but stoped when he heard when Ben left to take on the rangers he though he found"Ben will be fine, he handle aganist the Rangers alone before, besides isn't he a former Ranger himself?"
Smith said with a nod"Yeah he will be fine, I am just worried that the NCR might send more because of us attacking their patrols."
"Well it wouldn't be the first time they did this, we have been attacking their scouts for three years already."
"So what do you want to do then about the troops?"
"No one attacks any outpost, just patrols, if we attack an outpost then I think they we will loss to many people and will attract to much attaention, we start tommorrow, so tell Ben when he comes back."
"Alright then."

[New Armarzia]

Jessica Urbane
NCR Ranger
Outside Ranger Station Bravo, South Seattle Wasteland

Jessica made sure Liz was a bit off before taking a syringe with med-x out and injecting herself with it. SHe let out a sigh of relief, but jumped when she heard the voice of a man behind her. She quickly dropped the syringe and quickly stepped on it to hide it. "Dammit, what the hell do you want?" yelled Jess at the man. Liz approached the two and giggled at Jess's reaction before saying, "Afternoon sir." She gave a mock-courtsey before saying, "Did you learn that move in ranger training?"

"Screw you, Liz." replied Jess before directing her attention to the armed man. "There is bound to be something in Seattle if you willing to deal with those slaving scum."

Liz continued while staring at their surroundings, cowboy repeater in hand, "A group known as the Verax Family is on the other side of the ruined city, the NCR trades with them and they don't slave anyone. But don't really know anything about them. Too dangerous to find settlements when everything with a heartbeat wants to kill us since we are NCR."

Jax Verax
Verax Patriarch
West seattle

Jax stood up from his seat, he walked over to the women and stood behind her, resting his arms on the back of her chair. He nodded, signaling for the two guards to step outside, which they quickly did. He began to move some of her hair on the left side of her face behind her ear before saying, "Now, now, ma'am. A beautiful lady such as yourself shouldn't be so rude. It is bad for the soul." Jax chuckled to himself before pulling her chair back away from the table. He walker around and sat on the table in front of her.

He eyed her up or down, sizing her up and also admiring the girl, she looked nice, a lot nicer than most of the women in this wasteland. He gave her a toothy grin before speaking, "Darling, you are a killer, and I like that in a girl, in a woman." He rose his right arm to rub his light beard, "But, I need to know for sure what your intentions are and your loyalty. What is it that you want? What is your end-game?" The tall man knelt onto one knee beside her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Chems and booze to make you feel a alive? Caps to buy your desires?" He moved his hand to stroke her cheek while looking into her eyes for the first time, "Or trust? and that power that comes with that? I will control these wastes and the NCR will help me do that. If you help me, if you...satisfy me..." he emphasized the world with a grind. "I can make you a very happy women."

Super Mutant Patrol
Northern Seattle

Two Super Mutants stood at banks of the water. One of them was attempting to catch a fish with his bare hands, the small creatures easily evaded the mutant's hands. The other was more tentative, keeping watch on the surroundings. They were sent to patrol the north, but nothing happens out this way. He looked to his companion and said, "Come on, lets go." His companion was very disappointed, but reluctantly grabbed his sledgehammer anyway. The two began to walk down the bank before they spotted a man donning metal armor. It seemed similar to the ones worn by their enemy when they served the master. The more childish one gave a big smile and walked towards the man with the sledgehammer in both hands to beat the "poor fool" to death. The other mutant, much more wise than the other, knew that armor meant danger and began to manually load ammo from a marked bag at his side into his hunting rifle to hopefully make sure his friend didn't get himself killed.

[Phonencia]

Seth perked up a little,
"NCR? Thank GOD."
he exclaimed, heaving out a sigh and relaxing visibly.
"I'm an LRT Ranger myself."
he said, twisting slightly to show the flag on his shoulder. It depicted a Rattlesnake, lunging with fangs bared on a red field with a blue stripe on the edge.
"I'm up here scouting the territory for the Tennessee government, looking for civilized factions to allign with. You said something about some slavers,"
he casually rested his R91 across his broad shoulders and flashed a cheshire cat grin,
"Maybe if we get creative we can do a little something about them. I'm Seth by the way."

[Dalria]

Issac walked along the deserted highway things rushed through his mind like what the hell they were doing up here anyways, what his purpose was other then to sit around and scout all day he missed the action as much as he missed his friends way back home. He slowly remembered the second in command a beautiful yet independent woman liked action instead of working behind a desk like most of the lackies. He picked up his radio and pulled the transmitter out speaking into the mike, "this is Ranger Issac McCormic on the NCR frequency Miss Jessica Urbane are you out there" he earned to hear a reply back.

[Elerian]

After taking stock of all the supplies Jerick went to go and inspect the Armory. It had a large locked steel door locked of course. He had set his two best locksmiths to open the armory but to little avail. He didn't expect them to get it open for they were soldiers not thiefs. Which was unfortunate because that means he would have to pay someone to do that. Just then Silas came rushing over saying.
Silas: "Sir a patrol came back they discovered a NCR patrol"
Jerick: "This far out? That can't be right"
Silas: "It is I was there"
After dismissing Silas Jerick now knew he had three new problems. Power, The armory and the Damn persistent NCR.

[Chrome Legion]

Ryan Osman and Squads 1 and 2 of The Wolf's Brigade
The Scorned Deathclaw

Ryan wasn't a big fan of Scourn, not that he was a big fan of much. It reminded him of New Vegas to much. They went there on rumors that there was a squad of Enclave troops helping the NCR. Nothing came of it. Now there were here to meet with the Hat, Ryan had forgotten where exactly they were supposed to meet. So they just walked into the city with full power armor and headed for the Scorned Deathclaw. Even if by some miracle the hat didn't notice and come down they should be able to get some booze and ass. Maybe a good fight to. He contemplated pricing as they walked to the bar he hoped it wasn't like the last job, burning NCR caravans was getting boring. Hell if it was one with the Muteys he would even give a discount. They were fun to fight, and he had a certain respect for them. Humans were evil and brutal in a sneaky back door way, but the muteys weren't afraid to rape you in the face in broad daylight if you looked at them wrong. Had to respect that. He still killed them on sight as a general rule, but not because he hates them. Hopefully Hat would show up before anyone got to drunk. Holding 12 guys in power armor back when they weren't drunk was trying enough sometimes.

[The Great Korean Empire]

The two rangers were talking with a man. This was the time. He quickly aimed his Assault Carbine and fired several 5mm hollow point rounds at the one with the cowboy repeater out. He quickly and quietly moved to another position.

[Legital]

The Washington Express Slaver caravan kept moving inwards towards Seattle on the rough and destroyed highway. The slaves were beside the Brahmin, shuffling in step, some with their heads down, others looking all around. The women of the family walked near the Brahmin, talking and laughing with the young girls, and the young boys were off running and hollering alongside the highway, shooting at various varmints and molerats for food and for fun. Most of the caravan had already eaten some food to curb their hunger until they settled down within the city limits, and found a suitable place to stop.

Carl walked towards the middle of the caravan with some of the other men, those who were not on perimeter posts, and chatted idly with them. His hunting shotgun was nestled under his arm, and he rested his forearm on the barrel casually. He was slightly taller than most of the people around him, partly from the thick soles of his knee-high black boots.
The light gust of wind nipped at the sides of his trench coat, and the tail of it fluttered behind him as he walked.

"Been awfully quiet lately, eh boss? Them NCR folk haven't done too much. Just sneaken' about and scaren' good folk. You really think they wanna take o'er all of Seattle?" Bones said, the medical doctor of the caravan, who wore the remnants of a now dust colored white lab coat. At his hip, tied with some twine to his belt, was a bone saw that was surprisingly clean and shiny. He was the second oldest of the group, and apparently, long before he joined the slavers, he used to be a medic in some military group of people who fought constantly out east. He never spoke much of it, but he knew his way with wounds and how to use a gun, and he was a valuable member of the Slaver family. He also had a decent sense of humor.

"Well." Carl began thoughtfully, glancing up at the dark cloudy sky, "I don't rightly know. I hear they have the manpower and a government backing them, whatever that will do, and want to annex this place as their territory. I don't care who is running the scene here, as long as they don't interfere with free trade. And they ain't a bunch of assholes fiddle'n with their fingers shoved up their asses. Nice folk in charge would be pleasant too." He said, and the several men around him nodded and grunted in affirmation.

The sound of distant gun fire brought their attention to the horizon, and the men kept moving forwards wearily. "Damn." One exclaimed, "Wonder who's have'n a fun time, eh?"