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Good Evening ladies and gentlemen. This is Cody Steele and your listening to GWH radio. Your primary source of old time classics from Glenn Miller to Bach. If your just tuning in that means this is your lucky day, because up next is Glenn Millers classic hit, American patrol.The radio operator spoke with a thick Canadian accent. The radio itself was a two way communication but most of the GWH didn't tune in unless it's was a emergency. Partially to avoid the others anger.
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by New Rnclave » Mon Aug 03, 2015 1:18 pm
Finland SSR wrote: Sex is a form of competitive martial arts, after all.
by Derpopoliss » Mon Aug 03, 2015 1:29 pm
New Rnclave wrote:The Badlands
Daniel James Smith was an accomplished and handsome man at the age of 31. From an early age he'd shown great accomplishment in strategic warfare and physical ability. And as such, Smith was appointed as the youngest Grand Marshall in the Plains Republics history. As Grand Marshall, he was tasked as the grand commander of the Republics armed forces, and under him, he'd begun a policy of going out on scouting missions. Today had started out as scouting an area where they believed a Vault to be. Until they heard gun shots and the screaming of a woman.
Rushing around a corner, Smith raised his rifle to his shoulder as he spotted the Woman, ordering his men to defensive positions around the area. Squatting down, he checked her pulse before he set about bandaging her wounds.
" Heyyy.... Are you still with us? Whats your name?"
by Pirimus » Mon Aug 03, 2015 3:35 pm
by Cainesland » Mon Aug 03, 2015 4:16 pm
Cainesland wrote:Airport
Hunter stared down at his watch. It was round, gold, and hung down from his waist coat by a silver chain. Carefully taking hold of the watch and pushing the button at the top to flip it open he noted the placement of the hands. The big hand rested soft as a loon on the 12. It's hand looking like a arrow had been split in half by a beaver and then attached by a master watch smith, based on the arrow design of the hand. The long hand balanced gracefully by the center and landed firmly on the 3, creating a perfect 90 degree angle. He nodded his head in approval and stroked his long thick beard with his large and powerful (left) hand. He looked over to the top of the watch. On it was a photo. 2 proud and refined parents towered over their son who was physically bigger then they were, in height and muscle. His parents were a large factor in his life growing up until he hit 18. It seemed fitting to hold those who helped him close by, not that he'd ever reveal that as it wasn't proper to speak of ones own life to others. He closed the watch and looked up. His plane presented itself eagerly to its owner. Sure, it could look better. Everything in the wasteland could. What didn't look like it had just taken a trip to the laundromat of rust? Nothing that's what. But as usual it's what's on the inside that counts. Hunter took one step into the stairs leading to the door of the plane. It reminded him of stepping into the jeeps his colleagues took out that morning for a hunting expedition. He took another step up, then another, and another. As he reached the door his white gloved right hand that had held the watch brushed past his black coat and grappled the handle. Forcefully yanking it down and pulling it open. Such an action had kept the doorway ship shape for the past 20 years. But the exterior of the plane was not the pride and joy, it was the interior. For inside was kept clean as a whistle and almost as shiny since the apocalypse. Everything inside was in exceptional shape thanks to the GWH. He proceeded to wipe the mud off his boots before removing them. He slung his empty brush rifle off his back and placed it on a chair. Confidently he walked through the underprivileged seating area, through first class with its luxury accommodations and movie theatre, and into the cockpit. He took a seat in the pilots seat and turned on the plane. It's batteries and fuel cells full after a juicing from the solar grid. The radio took some time to heat up but that was fine, Hunter kicked back and relaxed in the cockpit of his house-plane.
The radio operator at that time of day had been a friend of Hunters since the days in Yukon. Soon he began to talk, captivating every GWH around in each plane and jeep for miles around, even going so far as barter town if any were that far or anyone tuned into the broadcast frequency they broadcast on.Good Evening ladies and gentlemen. This is Cody Steele and your listening to GWH radio. Your primary source of old time classics from Glenn Miller to Bach. If your just tuning in that means this is your lucky day, because up next is Glenn Millers classic hit, American patrol.The radio operator spoke with a thick Canadian accent. The radio itself was a two way communication but most of the GWH didn't tune in unless it's was a emergency. Partially to avoid the others anger.
That was Glenn millers classic hit, American patrol. To all those that are curious, the current weather conditions are plus 40 (celsuis), hot and sunny. There is a 20% chance of thunderstorms from Kansas City later today so all listeners should buckle down unless they wish to be hit by irradiated corrosive rain. A small town was discovered burned to a crisp by 4 members of the Great white hunters this afternoon. They claimed to have arrived to find around 10 poachers inhabiting the impoverished township. They put up a fight but were neutralized in the scuffle. I'm sure we can all be glad to have people like that around to handle those that would harm American farm animals. In other news we here at GWH radio would like to present anyone with the answer to this trivia question, with a relatively new pair of Repconn Roller skates. What were the 3 musicians from whose deaths was known the day that music died?"Hunter, excited by the knowing of the answer jumped out of his seat. Pressing the respond button in the planes radio he answered. "Hello this is Hunter Von Castor. I'd like to answer the trivia question. Was it Buddy Holly, The big bopper, and Ritchie valen?" With that the radio, who had been projecting the call to everyone listening in, responded gladly.
Indeed, that's absolutely correct. Congratulations you are now the proud owner of some Rep-conn roller states. This next song is respectfully dedicated to the threesome that so helped the American music industry. Buddy hollys song, That'll be the day that you die.
by Cainesland » Mon Aug 03, 2015 5:14 pm
Good morning ladies and gentleman. This is Cody Ibsen and your listening to GWH radio. Your primary source of old time classics from Glenn miller to Bach. If your just tuning in its your lucky day because up next is Glenn Millers classic hit, American patrol.
by New Rnclave » Mon Aug 03, 2015 6:09 pm
Derpopoliss wrote:New Rnclave wrote:The Badlands
Daniel James Smith was an accomplished and handsome man at the age of 31. From an early age he'd shown great accomplishment in strategic warfare and physical ability. And as such, Smith was appointed as the youngest Grand Marshall in the Plains Republics history. As Grand Marshall, he was tasked as the grand commander of the Republics armed forces, and under him, he'd begun a policy of going out on scouting missions. Today had started out as scouting an area where they believed a Vault to be. Until they heard gun shots and the screaming of a woman.
Rushing around a corner, Smith raised his rifle to his shoulder as he spotted the Woman, ordering his men to defensive positions around the area. Squatting down, he checked her pulse before he set about bandaging her wounds.
" Heyyy.... Are you still with us? Whats your name?"
The Badlands
"Of Course I'm alive, I was shot in the knees, not the head!" She groans. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing?" She looks around. "The names Sasha. I bet your wondering what happened, its a long story...." One moment later: "And that's when he shot me and left me to die." She says. "I can tell you where the vault is if you take me there." She says. It's over there." She says pointing to the general are of the vault, "Don't go in guns blazing,They're no soldiers but they are good with weapons, and they repaired one of their turrets." "Wow it's hot out here..." She winks at him before undoing her top button of her shirt. "When you take me back to your little home, I'd like a change of clothes, and maybe a gun." (Being pretty, #1 to get anything in life XD)
Finland SSR wrote: Sex is a form of competitive martial arts, after all.
by Derpopoliss » Mon Aug 03, 2015 6:12 pm
New Rnclave wrote:Derpopoliss wrote:The Badlands
"Of Course I'm alive, I was shot in the knees, not the head!" She groans. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing?" She looks around. "The names Sasha. I bet your wondering what happened, its a long story...." One moment later: "And that's when he shot me and left me to die." She says. "I can tell you where the vault is if you take me there." She says. It's over there." She says pointing to the general are of the vault, "Don't go in guns blazing,They're no soldiers but they are good with weapons, and they repaired one of their turrets." "Wow it's hot out here..." She winks at him before undoing her top button of her shirt. "When you take me back to your little home, I'd like a change of clothes, and maybe a gun." (Being pretty, #1 to get anything in life XD)
Smith raised an eyebrow quizically at her as he hefted her up, carrying her bridal style back towards his squad. " Names Daniel Smith, Grand Marshall of the Plains Republic Armed Forces, which basically means I'm the commander of the entire thing. We'll be taking you back there to get rested up and healed. Or we can shoot you full of morphine, arm you, and we can go negotiate this now. But if revenge is what your looking for, we might need some more men." Smith chuckled a little bit when she unbuttoned her shirt.
" Sasha was it? Please don't start anything you can't finish."
by New Rnclave » Mon Aug 03, 2015 6:29 pm
Derpopoliss wrote:New Rnclave wrote:
Smith raised an eyebrow quizically at her as he hefted her up, carrying her bridal style back towards his squad. " Names Daniel Smith, Grand Marshall of the Plains Republic Armed Forces, which basically means I'm the commander of the entire thing. We'll be taking you back there to get rested up and healed. Or we can shoot you full of morphine, arm you, and we can go negotiate this now. But if revenge is what your looking for, we might need some more men." Smith chuckled a little bit when she unbuttoned her shirt.
" Sasha was it? Please don't start anything you can't finish."
"Damn!" She laughed, "I'll have the morphine. Sorry for the show, You were like my Knight in shining armor." She laughs. "What are you waiting for? Lets negotiate!"
Finland SSR wrote: Sex is a form of competitive martial arts, after all.
by Derpopoliss » Mon Aug 03, 2015 6:43 pm
New Rnclave wrote:Derpopoliss wrote:"Damn!" She laughed, "I'll have the morphine. Sorry for the show, You were like my Knight in shining armor." She laughs. "What are you waiting for? Lets negotiate!"
" No no no it's not that I didn't enjoy the show, but negotiating is a complicated process, but not when you have 170 men in an army ready to deploy whenever. Anderson!" A average looking man rushed over, injecting two packs of morphine into her, before wrapping the wounds. Picking her up, he set her on Smith's back similar to the way someone would be in a piggy back ride. " Let's roll." he said, approaching where he now saw the entrance to the Vault was. Glancing around it, he found a radio comm, after pressing a few buttons, he spoke. " Hello there! I am Grand Marshall Daniel James Smith of the Plains Republic. We've come negotiate with you about a few things."
by New Rnclave » Mon Aug 03, 2015 6:57 pm
Derpopoliss wrote:New Rnclave wrote:
" No no no it's not that I didn't enjoy the show, but negotiating is a complicated process, but not when you have 170 men in an army ready to deploy whenever. Anderson!" A average looking man rushed over, injecting two packs of morphine into her, before wrapping the wounds. Picking her up, he set her on Smith's back similar to the way someone would be in a piggy back ride. " Let's roll." he said, approaching where he now saw the entrance to the Vault was. Glancing around it, he found a radio comm, after pressing a few buttons, he spoke. " Hello there! I am Grand Marshall Daniel James Smith of the Plains Republic. We've come negotiate with you about a few things."
Mitchel heard the man and rounded up a group of people and went outside. They walked over the man and Mitchel came forward. "Hey! What do you want, and why do you have this scum with you?" He asks glaring at Sasha. "I bet she told you that we left her for dead, only after she tried to kill her husband. How about we talk, You look like nice people, and we do need protection. How about I strike you deal, you let us govern as a separate area under your control, and you get access to our stuff. On the plus side we do have a G.E.C.K, so killing us would be a bad idea." He steps forward and shakes his hand, "Nice to meet you Daniel, I'm Mitchel, the overseer. We could really use the protection and resources, and I bet you could use the vault-tech." Randy approaches Sasha, "Honey, I'd like to give our marriage another chance." Sasha closes her eyes before nodding yes. Mitchel starts talking to Daniel about all of the benefits they would both get from working toghether. Sasha yawns before seeing something in the distance, "Get Down! It's the raiders from our last operation!" She pushes her self off Daniel as bullets whiz past them. Mitchel pulls out his rifle and tosses a pistol to Sasha, "How about we kill these Raiders and continue the chat inside the Vault!" He yells as he and his men start firing at the raiders.
Finland SSR wrote: Sex is a form of competitive martial arts, after all.
by Pirimus » Mon Aug 03, 2015 7:15 pm
by Derpopoliss » Mon Aug 03, 2015 7:19 pm
New Rnclave wrote:Derpopoliss wrote:Mitchel heard the man and rounded up a group of people and went outside. They walked over the man and Mitchel came forward. "Hey! What do you want, and why do you have this scum with you?" He asks glaring at Sasha. "I bet she told you that we left her for dead, only after she tried to kill her husband. How about we talk, You look like nice people, and we do need protection. How about I strike you deal, you let us govern as a separate area under your control, and you get access to our stuff. On the plus side we do have a G.E.C.K, so killing us would be a bad idea." He steps forward and shakes his hand, "Nice to meet you Daniel, I'm Mitchel, the overseer. We could really use the protection and resources, and I bet you could use the vault-tech." Randy approaches Sasha, "Honey, I'd like to give our marriage another chance." Sasha closes her eyes before nodding yes. Mitchel starts talking to Daniel about all of the benefits they would both get from working toghether. Sasha yawns before seeing something in the distance, "Get Down! It's the raiders from our last operation!" She pushes her self off Daniel as bullets whiz past them. Mitchel pulls out his rifle and tosses a pistol to Sasha, "How about we kill these Raiders and continue the chat inside the Vault!" He yells as he and his men start firing at the raiders.
Smith raised an eyebrow at the man as he spoke. While he was sure the Consuls would be happy to work with a Vault, he distrusted the man right off the bat. Sasha had told him exactly what led up to her injuries and exile. While he was a bit disappointed that she went back to the man, Smith became instantly more focused on the Raiders cresting the hill.
Turning to the assembled party, he began barking orders. " Anderson, Marcus, set mines up in the opening of that hill, below a small opening the Raiders would have to rush through. You three, set up behind some rocks and pick off any stragglers that make it through the mines. The rest of us? Set up father back and have your weapons ready. Once they hit the mines, give them everything you've got!"
by New Rnclave » Mon Aug 03, 2015 7:44 pm
Derpopoliss wrote:New Rnclave wrote:
Smith raised an eyebrow at the man as he spoke. While he was sure the Consuls would be happy to work with a Vault, he distrusted the man right off the bat. Sasha had told him exactly what led up to her injuries and exile. While he was a bit disappointed that she went back to the man, Smith became instantly more focused on the Raiders cresting the hill.
Turning to the assembled party, he began barking orders. " Anderson, Marcus, set mines up in the opening of that hill, below a small opening the Raiders would have to rush through. You three, set up behind some rocks and pick off any stragglers that make it through the mines. The rest of us? Set up father back and have your weapons ready. Once they hit the mines, give them everything you've got!"
Sasha climbs on top of Daniel, "Don't worry about Randy, Mitchel shook his head no when I said yes, meaning I'm open." She grinned as she shot a raider. A bullet struck her in a shoulder and she fell over. "Gah!" She groaned. Mitchel grabbed a car door before pulling out a machete. "This is for Jeremy!" He Starts charging forward and cuts a raiders head clean off, he throws it at them and uses his rifle to pick them off. Randy charges forward only to get shot down, he gets up before pulling the pin out of a grenade and charging forward. It detonates, killing himself and a group of raiders. The townsfolk start firing as well, hitting most of the raiders. Sasha crawls behind a rock and falls unconscious. One citizen pulls out a sniper rifle and picks off a few more. Mitchel manages to kill quite a few raiders before being shot in the leg, "Damn!" He cries out as he slowly walks backwards, wincing in pain with each step. He gets into cover and throws his car door to Daniel, "Here! Some protection!" He groans before signalling one of his friends to get some medical supplies.
Finland SSR wrote: Sex is a form of competitive martial arts, after all.
by Derpopoliss » Mon Aug 03, 2015 8:05 pm
New Rnclave wrote:Derpopoliss wrote:Sasha climbs on top of Daniel, "Don't worry about Randy, Mitchel shook his head no when I said yes, meaning I'm open." She grinned as she shot a raider. A bullet struck her in a shoulder and she fell over. "Gah!" She groaned. Mitchel grabbed a car door before pulling out a machete. "This is for Jeremy!" He Starts charging forward and cuts a raiders head clean off, he throws it at them and uses his rifle to pick them off. Randy charges forward only to get shot down, he gets up before pulling the pin out of a grenade and charging forward. It detonates, killing himself and a group of raiders. The townsfolk start firing as well, hitting most of the raiders. Sasha crawls behind a rock and falls unconscious. One citizen pulls out a sniper rifle and picks off a few more. Mitchel manages to kill quite a few raiders before being shot in the leg, "Damn!" He cries out as he slowly walks backwards, wincing in pain with each step. He gets into cover and throws his car door to Daniel, "Here! Some protection!" He groans before signalling one of his friends to get some medical supplies.
Smith growled as a bullet kicked up dirt near him. If they all followed his orders, they could easily win this. They just needed to cross the mines and set them off. Squeezing his finger against the trigger, a burst of rifle fire exploded from the barrel, slamming into a group of three and dropping them into the swirling dust. Squinting, he watched as a group of eight crossed the trip wire, time slowing as he dove over the unconscious woman to his left and screamed out.
" Hit the dirt!"
by New Rnclave » Mon Aug 03, 2015 8:19 pm
Derpopoliss wrote:New Rnclave wrote:
Smith growled as a bullet kicked up dirt near him. If they all followed his orders, they could easily win this. They just needed to cross the mines and set them off. Squeezing his finger against the trigger, a burst of rifle fire exploded from the barrel, slamming into a group of three and dropping them into the swirling dust. Squinting, he watched as a group of eight crossed the trip wire, time slowing as he dove over the unconscious woman to his left and screamed out.
" Hit the dirt!"
Mitchel and his remaining men all dove when the man yelled. They heard and felt the rumbles of the explosion and the screams of the raiders. After a while Mitchel got up. "Everyone up! They're gone!" He walks towards Daniel, "Thanks, if it wasn't for your men we would have been goners. Why don't we head back to the vault and you and me discuss in my office?" He asks. He picks up Randy's half destroyed body and sighs, "Why? What did that accomplish." He told his men to go back to the Vault, he'll go with Daniel. "So, why were you patrolling here anyway? To find us, to loot, to kill?" He asks. He takes out a spare bandage and wraps his leg with it. "I'm gonna need some help from your men, cause your carrying Sasha and all." He tilts down his hat and starts hobbling towards the Vault.
Finland SSR wrote: Sex is a form of competitive martial arts, after all.
by Derpopoliss » Mon Aug 03, 2015 8:33 pm
New Rnclave wrote:Derpopoliss wrote:Mitchel and his remaining men all dove when the man yelled. They heard and felt the rumbles of the explosion and the screams of the raiders. After a while Mitchel got up. "Everyone up! They're gone!" He walks towards Daniel, "Thanks, if it wasn't for your men we would have been goners. Why don't we head back to the vault and you and me discuss in my office?" He asks. He picks up Randy's half destroyed body and sighs, "Why? What did that accomplish." He told his men to go back to the Vault, he'll go with Daniel. "So, why were you patrolling here anyway? To find us, to loot, to kill?" He asks. He takes out a spare bandage and wraps his leg with it. "I'm gonna need some help from your men, cause your carrying Sasha and all." He tilts down his hat and starts hobbling towards the Vault.
" Sure. Anderson, run Sasha back to Fort Riley, I will return in a few hours time." Smith answered, following Mitchel into the Vault and towards the Overseers office. Sitting down, he ran a hand through his hair and sighed as he spoke to Mitchel.
" You'll find our intentions are clear and are nonnegotiable in the end. We have created a successor state to the United states and plan to expand to encompass the entire Midwestern commonwealth. Whether we do this peacefully, with your Vault being slowly absorbed into the Plains Republic, or if we have to use more... unsavory options. We can begin integration now with a trade pact and mutual protection, as well as possible construction of a Vault city here, or the Plains Republic can come back later and use a show of force. I like you Mitchel, but it'd be a shame if an affair with a certain injured woman was revealed. Wouldn't it? I mean scandals weaken power, and in trying times, power keeps people in line." Smith said cooly, popping his flask and taking a swig.
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