Fallout: The Wild Wasteland (IC) (Open)

[The Emerald Dragon]

"All we need is water, so that is fine, i wish to be free of those cursed chems anyway"

The elders smiled, and asked Ai'la'ausd if there was anyone else specifically that they should teach. Any family, friends, or superiors that they should focus on. They also asked him if he be with them during the discussions, to continue to grow in the gospel, and help the investigators have a feeling of ease.

"Many of the guards lack spiritual direction, and have been asking for a place to worship, Mori Passel also wishes to find faith again" Ai'la'ausd told them.

[Ouldale]

"Many of the guards lack spiritual direction, and have been asking for a place to worship, Mori Passel also wishes to find faith again" Ai'la'ausd told them.

Ai'la'ausd lead the missionaries to the guards, and they started discussing faith. They were not preaching to them, but conversing. It was a calm situation, one that would lead to many great things.

[Morrow den]

Gallup,New Mexico

It was a quiet night with the streets empty except for the barracks where the guards where playing poker and listening to the radio.The few guards that were actually doing anything were walking down the streets bored for this was a lame job.Sergeant Howard was the leader of the guards this night and was on the outskirts of the city looking at the moon.He thought he heard something but thought it was just the troops at the barracks making noise.The two men with him were talking to each other and didn't pay attention to the noise.Something was a about to happen to them that would make them think twice about slacking off....

[The Emerald Dragon]

"Many of the guards lack spiritual direction, and have been asking for a place to worship, Mori Passel also wishes to find faith again" Ai'la'ausd told them.

Ai'la'ausd lead the missionaries to the guards, and they started discussing faith. They were not preaching to them, but conversing. It was a calm situation, one that would lead to many great things.

Many of the guards welcomed the missionaries, and were eager to learn about Mormonism and its many teachings. Some were skeptical, but they soon came around to see the missionaries as nice people who generally wanted to better them.

[The New Sea Territory]

Outside Gallup, New Mexico
Punk Raiding Party

Narca, sat in the passenger seat of one of the buggies. She looked forward, seeing the Roadrunner's defenses in the distance. She shouted out through her megaphone attached to the side of the car. "Attack NOW!" The gunner on the MG truck pulled back the bolt on the main gun, and prepared to attack.

Narca leaned out the window of her car, and started shooting her assault rifle at the barricade. The neared it, and rammed right through the guards that were present, letting the other cars in. The MG truck headed down the main street of the town, while the buggies stopped and let out the gang of mohawked raiders. The swarm of them proceeded down the street, with the truck, and spread out, ready to pillage and loot whatever they could.

Silver City Hardcore

Everybody out there, All you fans and adoring wastelanders! Listen up! We've gotten word that remnants of the US Army are holed up in El Paso, from a few travelers here in Silver City. Also, we've heard rumors of a bunch of Mormon nuts up north in Utah. Well, here's one for them. Everybody, this has been your friendly host, Jack Ripper, and this is Silver City Hardcore!

I'm Going To Hell For This One!

[Conglomerate of Iron]

Chief Pocatello looked up from his desk as Chief Radio Operator Sacagawea came in, a strong and serious demeanor projecting from her.

"Sir, report from Rising Sun and Mayor Leeroy."

"What has transpired?"

"They tracked the ghouls to their haunt in Dolores. The town was completely occupied by ghouls. It appears the McPhee reservoir is irradiated, and the townsfolk ghoulified. The Cavalry and townsfolk successfully lured the ghouls out into killzones and blew them to pieces."

"Any casualties?"

"A couple townsfolk were killed, and a few of the new Cavalry recruits wounded. Also, in the town we found a military outfit that was killed by the ghouls. They had thirty suits of combat armor, which our best Cavalry troops now wear. Additionally, they had some rocket launchers, grenade rifles, and mines, which we plan to incorporate into Mesa Verde's defenses. Ammo will be limited, but their use will cripple invaders."

"Excellent, a wonderful op...."

"Sir, another fascinating find that I must report...."

"Yes?"

"It appears one soldier was wearing T-45d power armor set."

"What? The uses for that...."

"Are truly infinite sir. The science geeks from Cortez are saying they could rip out the servomotors and customize its air conditioning system, making it usable without power armor training. They will need time, about 2 or 3 weeks, and plenty is of supplies."

"Give them everything we have!"

"Yes, sir." And with that she went back to the radio building.

"Power armor...." Pocatello pondered the possibilities, pleased with such good fortune.

[Of The Rnclave]

RADIATION CLEANSING(THIS IS WHERE "UNCLEAN RESIDENTS ARE TAKEN CARE OF)

The crowds parted at the stretcher wheeled out of the cleansing center. This was one of many dead bodies carted out of the building. These were not the bodies of the "cleansed". No these were the bodies of Federation guards, talk of the security force said it was Litenuant Jason Parker who had shot them, before taking his life. He'd recently figured out what happened to the unclean who flocked to the city, and after days of brooding, had left to kill the bastards who protected the facility. It was a dark day for the Federation.

[BOS Capital Chapter]

The team had been walking for days.. through an irradiated desert hellhole. They had only met big bugs and some Ghouls. Shepard kicked a rock in anger. "Stupid fucking mission..." he murmured. Nobody reacted. They got closer and closer to a big billboard, and it read "Welcome to the New American Federation". The men shrugged and moved forewords, expecting to run across somebody...

[Of The Rnclave]

The team had been walking for days.. through an irradiated desert hellhole. They had only met big bugs and some Ghouls. Shepard kicked a rock in anger. "Stupid fucking mission..." he murmured. Nobody reacted. They got closer and closer to a big billboard, and it read "Welcome to the New American Federation". The men shrugged and moved forewords, expecting to run across somebody...

US HIGHWAY 64 FEDERATION PATROL CENTER

It was rather boring on the highway. They'd cleared it from its start in Farmington to 8 miles out, a fairly large swath of highway cleared for use when they extended the patrol base further out. After all, if they hoped to grow and set up trade routes they needed to have a clean highway to run their vehicles on. There was a sandbag wall that stood 4 feet high, and was reinforced by metal pipes. 2 turrets guarded this like the enterance to Farmington. This base had once been a large bus stop. It had beds and such, so now the Federation used it as a trading outpost and base of operations for expeditionary units. All the soldiers standing around wore gray combat armor and balcava to cover their faces from the blowing wind. Their weapons consisted of a R91 Assault rifle and an N99 10mm Pistol. Unless you guarded the caravans or gate itself, then you carried a Laser Rifle. They were in the process of sending out a caravan when somebody called out "WHO IN GODS NAME IS THAT, THEIR EARING POWER ARMOR!" This sent every soldier into overdrive, moving to their position, snipers going up on the roof and training their reticles on them, whoever this was, meant business.

[Conglomerate of Iron]

In Reich Territory


A Shoshone Pathfinder squad (elite scouts) were riding up near Denver, scouting the wastes for people, places, supplies, etc. Armed with sniper rifles, .44 magnum revolvers, poison tipped bows and spears, and a hidden knife each, they were prepared for any threat. In the distance they saw a massive construction project; what appeared to be a wall. The leader nodded his head to his squad, indicating they would attempt to make contact.

1 hour later

The Pathfinders stopped their horses and yelled to the workers, who were about 100 yards away, "Hello, we come as friends from the great Shoshone Nation. We have only peaceful intentions and wish to know yours!"

[BOS Capital Chapter]

Rick looked around at the men, so scared. "Guys...." he whispered to his team. Shepard looked over at him. "We. Are fucked...". Shepard stepped forewords, rifle in hand. "I am Commaner Shepard of the Enclave.... I'm looking for a town, Teslaville.... heard it was around here...".

[Of The Rnclave]

Rick looked around at the men, so scared. "Guys...." he whispered to his team. Shepard looked over at him. "We. Are fucked...". Shepard stepped forewords, rifle in hand. "I am Commaner Shepard of the Enclave.... I'm looking for a town, Teslaville.... heard it was around here...".

Chatter between caravan leaders and soldiers drowned out a captains reply to them. Before talking again he shot his gun off into the air " SHUT UP! Jesus, And Yeah, Its been conqured in the name of the Federation, what's it to ya?" . " We worked hard to get there and we ain't going let you in without a good reason, and without talking to our Grand Marshall, He's the head of the military, dictates it's movements and such. After that You'll probably be escorted under armed guard, permitting your allowed. You guys look thirsty. Why don't you go on into the main building over there and get yourself a drink and something to eat. Tell them captains orders, then we'll give ya a ride on to Farminton. Deal?"

[BOS Capital Chapter]

Rick looked around at the men, so scared. "Guys...." he whispered to his team. Shepard looked over at him. "We. Are fucked...". Shepard stepped forewords, rifle in hand. "I am Commaner Shepard of the Enclave.... I'm looking for a town, Teslaville.... heard it was around here...".

Chatter between caravan leaders and soldiers drowned out a captains reply to them. Before talking again he shot his gun off into the air " SHUT UP! Jesus, And Yeah, Its been conqured in the name of the Federation, what's it to ya?" . " We worked hard to get there and we ain't going let you in without a good reason, and without talking to our Grand Marshall, He's the head of the military, dictates it's movements and such. After that You'll probably be escorted under armed guard, permitting your allowed. You guys look thirsty. Why don't you go on into the main building over there and get yourself a drink and something to eat. Tell them captains orders, then we'll give ya a ride on to Farminton. Deal?"

Shepard rubbed his neck, then nodded. "Lets go..." he said in a dry, raspy voice

[Of The Rnclave]

Chatter between caravan leaders and soldiers drowned out a captains reply to them. Before talking again he shot his gun off into the air " SHUT UP! Jesus, And Yeah, Its been conqured in the name of the Federation, what's it to ya?" . " We worked hard to get there and we ain't going let you in without a good reason, and without talking to our Grand Marshall, He's the head of the military, dictates it's movements and such. After that You'll probably be escorted under armed guard, permitting your allowed. You guys look thirsty. Why don't you go on into the main building over there and get yourself a drink and something to eat. Tell them captains orders, then we'll give ya a ride on to Farminton. Deal?"

Shepard rubbed his neck, then nodded. "Lets go..." he said in a dry, raspy voice

The captain smirked about their fear. "Ya know, the fear in your eyes is probably justified, We've put together quite the operation. This whole area is patrolled by Federation forces. Though... We have had some problems lately. These giant creatures, the squad who saw 'em called them "Deathclaws". They described them as hulking monsters with massive claws that they saw tear a raider group apart. So, yeah just another day in paradise huh boys?". They sent the power armored figures on into the barracks to recive some water, telling them they had 5 hours till shift end so he could escort them back to Farmington.

[The BaRen]

The bishop arrived earlier than he needed to, just to be prepared. He was sitting in the main cart, flanked by supplies and armed men. The same snipers from the day previous hiked up the mountain, they were great shots, but were only armed with .22s rifles.About 15 men in total, all armed. Concealed, of course. They wouldn't want to cause any unnecessary conflicts, but they were not dumb enough to go out without weapons. A man in the wasteland without anything to protect himself is naked.

All they could do was wait, and wait they did. Waited, and prayed. Like their first encounter, they were about as ready as they could, with their limited time and resources.


Caravan:(Image)

Black Salt Camp, Salt Lake City Ruins - The Day Before
"So, who are they?" asked Jonah.
"They call themselves Saints, and Mormons," Kiero answered.
Jonah's tent was crowded with Jonah's Set of Ghouls, and Kevin's Black Salts.
"And they have offered us food?"
"Yes, in exchange for us leaving them alone," Kiero answered.
Kevin scoffed. "We should raid them. We 80s are raiders. We fucking raid. We don't take orders from religious weaklings."
"Hypocrite," Kiero whispered.
"What?!" exclaimed Kevin, "What the fuck did you just say you cunt?"
Kevin drew his knife, and pressed it against Kiero's throat.
"Stop!"
Everyone in the tent, who were seconds away from cheering on the fight, turned to Jonah.
"What do you mean?" Jonah asked. Gasping, Kiero answered, "He ran, along with the rest of the Black Salts, when they saw the Mormons."
Jonah, turning a cold gaze on another Black Salt, asked, "Is this true?"
Kevin's eyes flicked back and forth from Jonah and the Black Salt. The Black Salt, obviously afraid for his life, nodded fiercely. Jonah blinked.
"Kevin," he said, a dangerous edge to his voice, "Let go of Kiero."
Kevin immediately did so, already knowing the punishment for cowardice, and for missing the opportunity of raiding a caravan.
"Kiero," he said, "You're shot caller now."
Outside the tent, a single gunshot rang out through the camp.

Saint-80s Meeting Place
Jonah went ahead of the group of 80s, his own set of Ghoulish raiders, and the Black Salts, which became (quite recently) under new management.
The 20 other raiders stood back at a distance while Jonah went ahead, his .44 hanging on his hip.
"You must be the Saints," he said.

Grey's Camp, Western Territories
Grey and his men, after returning the mentally broken woman to her caravan for 500 caps, then killing the entire caravan and looting it, began to pack up their camp, and head east.
Grey began to spread around word, and sent scouts to various settlements that he was recruiting, and heading east. 80s Sets were flocking to his banner. He had raised a host of 300 raiders, creating a warpath, pillaging and raping. He had heard of the riches that lie in the east.
But first, he had told his Shot Callers just an hour ago, he had to get a larger force.
"Mass invasion," he said, "We are going to merge with Jonah's Mob. With his cooperation or... without."

[Morrow den]

Outside Gallup, New Mexico
Punk Raiding Party

Narca, sat in the passenger seat of one of the buggies. She looked forward, seeing the Roadrunner's defenses in the distance. She shouted out through her megaphone attached to the side of the car. "Attack NOW!" The gunner on the MG truck pulled back the bolt on the main gun, and prepared to attack.

Narca leaned out the window of her car, and started shooting her assault rifle at the barricade. The neared it, and rammed right through the guards that were present, letting the other cars in. The MG truck headed down the main street of the town, while the buggies stopped and let out the gang of mohawked raiders. The swarm of them proceeded down the street, with the truck, and spread out, ready to pillage and loot whatever they could.

Silver City Hardcore

Everybody out there, All you fans and adoring wastelanders! Listen up! We've gotten word that remnants of the US Army are holed up in El Paso, from a few travelers here in Silver City. Also, we've heard rumors of a bunch of Mormon nuts up north in Utah. Well, here's one for them. Everybody, this has been your friendly host, Jack Ripper, and this is Silver City Hardcore!

I'm Going To Hell For This One!

Gallup,New Mexico
"Raiders!!!"the guards yelled as they got back up shooting wildly at the Punks.The Raiders that got off of there buggies were meet with the guards doing there job.A firefight broke out between them with three raiders hitting the cold hard road from the heavy fire from the roadrunners who weren't about to get beat by some raiders.The Mg truck mowed down two roadrunners who weren't paying attention and a raider got a kill from another unexperienced guard.Sergeant Howard ran back to the makeshift defensive line holding off the raiders."We need the launcher from the barracks to take care of that truck!"yelled a private to Howard."Give me a minute!"Howard growled back.The troops who were knocked down from the Mg truck ramming into the barracks got back up and started shooting the raiders from behind.Catching the raiders by surprise killing four raiders who meet there demise in the town.Still the Mg truck was causing havoc shooting down two more roadrunners and injuring another one.But the roadrunners still held strong not letting them get to the valuables and the civilians."The raiders can go to Hell!!!"yelled Howard at the top of his lungs firing his rifle at them....

[The Enclave Government]

Shepard felt the familiar buzz buzz of a incoming radio call

''This is Colonel Ackerman to Captain Shepard, we've been tracking your suit and our geopolitical map tells us that your nearing ''New Federation'' territory. Your orders are to establish contact with their leadership, explain the history of the Enclave, and try and persuade a allyship or atleast friendship with the locals.

Ackerman out.''

[Of The Rnclave]

Shepard felt the familiar buzz buzz of a incoming radio call

''This is Colonel Ackerman to Captain Shepard, we've been tracking your suit and our geopolitical map tells us that your nearing ''New Federation'' territory. Your orders are to establish contact with their leadership, explain the history of the Enclave, and try and persuade a allyship or atleast friendship with the locals.

Ackerman out.''

The captain sat in the back of the military vehicle as it lumbered along towards Farmington. He heard Shepard finish his call. " Damn it, turn your damn radio off. It's hard enough to listen for those damn deathclaws already. I don't need my men dying because some power armored retard likes to call his boyfriend on the road" He said maliciously. He noticed Shepard tense up, then relax, remembering where he was and how many soldiers he was surrounded by. The captains men began to laugh their asses off, but captain quickly put a stop to that. " Pirvate, a word". Yes sir?" Did I give you permission to open your mouth? Well.. No sir" Then shut up" He finished. The trip went on in silence.

[Ouldale]

Saint-80s Meeting Place
Jonah went ahead of the group of 80s, his own set of Ghoulish raiders, and the Black Salts, which became (quite recently) under new management.
The 20 other raiders stood back at a distance while Jonah went ahead, his .44 hanging on his hip.
"You must be the Saints," he said.

"Yes we are, and you? Who are you?" Said the bishop with a slight frown. He saw the glare of a rifle scope in the distance, on a mountain. He hoped the 80s wouldn't see his, how would you put it?...

Hopefully they wouldn't see his insurance.

[BOS Capital Chapter]

Shepard felt the familiar buzz buzz of a incoming radio call

''This is Colonel Ackerman to Captain Shepard, we've been tracking your suit and our geopolitical map tells us that your nearing ''New Federation'' territory. Your orders are to establish contact with their leadership, explain the history of the Enclave, and try and persuade a allyship or atleast friendship with the locals.

Ackerman out.''

The captain sat in the back of the military vehicle as it lumbered along towards Farmington. He heard Shepard finish his call. " Damn it, turn your damn radio off. It's hard enough to listen for those damn deathclaws already. I don't need my men dying because some power armored retard likes to call his boyfriend on the road" He said maliciously. He noticed Shepard tense up, then relax, remembering where he was and how many soldiers he was surrounded by. The captains men began to laugh their asses off, but captain quickly put a stop to that. " Pirvate, a word". Yes sir?" Did I give you permission to open your mouth? Well.. No sir" Then shut up" He finished. The trip went on in silence.

Shepard wasn't scared one bit, just cautious. "Captain. My new orders are to get in contact with your leadership".

[The Emerald Dragon]

The Great trek


At last, the 1,800 settlers of the Red Fang Territory began to move North. Ten jury rigged trucks, carrying possessions and provisions were on each side of the settlers. 180 soldiers, armed with either a service rifle or hunting rifle and either wearing metal or leather armour were in two lines standing in between the settlers and trucks. Two trucks were filled with large metal drums, these were filled with 'black soup' which contains, pig's legs, vinegar, pig's blood and salt. It would feed the entire populace for the first few weeks, as it is the staple of their diet*.


The two Mormons had made good work at converting, and now, at least 120 of the populace have been converted to Mormonism.





*Yep, my settlers eat black soup, as it is high in animal protein.

[The New Sea Territory]

Gallup, New Mexico

After generally running around and stealing a bunch of stuff, Narca called the Punks back and prepared to leave. She knew that six raiders had been killed so far. They got together, in vehicles, and started driving out. The MG truck focused all fire on the defensive line the guards had built. Narca, in the last car, pulled the pins on a few grenades and threw them at the barricade. They then sped out of Gallup with their loot.

She started looking through the loot in her buggy. A large handful of caps, some rifles stolen from the barracks, a bunch of food. Great, she thought, and looked out the back window with her rifle drawn to see if they would be followed back to St Johns, where they had set up a little outpost.

Las Cruces, New Mexico

Las Cruces was a small, independent settlement. The Punks had never raided it, but knew it had a decent population. Max and his crew stood in the market, recruiting new gunmen and fortune seekers to the group. Many people liked the idea of being able to make some easy caps in raids. Max counted off his new list of recruits, seeing that they had twenty seven. Max then proceeded to leave. Many recruits brought their own horses along, and some basic things. None of them owned too much property, so they had one pack brahmin carrying everyone's stuff, back to Deming.

[Morrow den]

Gallup, New Mexico

After generally running around and stealing a bunch of stuff, Narca called the Punks back and prepared to leave. She knew that six raiders had been killed so far. They got together, in vehicles, and started driving out. The MG truck focused all fire on the defensive line the guards had built. Narca, in the last car, pulled the pins on a few grenades and threw them at the barricade. They then sped out of Gallup with their loot.

She started looking through the loot in her buggy. A large handful of caps, some rifles stolen from the barracks, a bunch of food. Great, she thought, and looked out the back window with her rifle drawn to see if they would be followed back to St Johns, where they had set up a little outpost.

Las Cruces, New Mexico

Las Cruces was a small, independent settlement. The Punks had never raided it, but knew it had a decent population. Max and his crew stood in the market, recruiting new gunmen and fortune seekers to the group. Many people liked the idea of being able to make some easy caps in raids. Max counted off his new list of recruits, seeing that they had twenty seven. Max then proceeded to leave. Many recruits brought their own horses along, and some basic things. None of them owned too much property, so they had one pack brahmin carrying everyone's stuff, back to Deming.

Gallup,New Mexico
"Damn raiders it looks like they are heading back to Arizona someone follow them!"Sergeant Howard barked at his soilders.He was looking around at the destruction good thing they didn't get any civilians or the main supplies he thought to himself."Sir we have a live one!"a trooper yelled "Let me see!"Howard said.The raider was injured with a bullet in his arm and in his leg.He was trying to escape but was surrounded by guards."So here we have a piece of garbage trying to whimper away.I am only going to say this once where did your raider friends go to."Howard said
"I ain't telling you sh-AAGHH!!!"Howard stabbed the raider in his leg "What were you saying something about the location of those raiders."
"They went to....to....Saint Johns thats all I'm saying."the raider said
"Good boy, I guess give him some medical attention."Howard said walking away from the scene.

Cheif Gurren was wide awake and was demanding answers of what just happend.Howard walked in telling him about the barracks being destroyed and the captured raider and the location of them."St.Johns that sounds familiar St.Johns thats right our expedition force is near there at Steamboat.
"So we can attack them now."Howard said
"No not yet we must get them on the surpise right now they expect us to retaliate so we wait plus the town of steamboat is an independent nation that we must make our friend."Gurren said
Howard agreed and went out of his office to help with the clean up.

[Ralnis]

Gallup, New Mexico

After generally running around and stealing a bunch of stuff, Narca called the Punks back and prepared to leave. She knew that six raiders had been killed so far. They got together, in vehicles, and started driving out. The MG truck focused all fire on the defensive line the guards had built. Narca, in the last car, pulled the pins on a few grenades and threw them at the barricade. They then sped out of Gallup with their loot.

She started looking through the loot in her buggy. A large handful of caps, some rifles stolen from the barracks, a bunch of food. Great, she thought, and looked out the back window with her rifle drawn to see if they would be followed back to St Johns, where they had set up a little outpost.

Las Cruces, New Mexico

Las Cruces was a small, independent settlement. The Punks had never raided it, but knew it had a decent population. Max and his crew stood in the market, recruiting new gunmen and fortune seekers to the group. Many people liked the idea of being able to make some easy caps in raids. Max counted off his new list of recruits, seeing that they had twenty seven. Max then proceeded to leave. Many recruits brought their own horses along, and some basic things. None of them owned too much property, so they had one pack brahmin carrying everyone's stuff, back to Deming.

El Paso TX, Vault 52 Frontiersmen HQ
The Teams reports had been not really satisfactory but the news of Las Cruces had started to raise the morale of the many traders that would want to try and save their community. The National Park and the independent settlement that make the Mountain Forum leaders of the Frontiersmen have jump the gun by making a convoy with jury-rigged transport trucks, buggies, and heavily armed guard on horseback with robots to try and help strength the convoy's weak spots as they try to make a trade route and start making outpost into the National Park or , if comes to be, that they will annex Las Cruces in order to make sure that they can have a gateway to New Mexico and start trying to find good ways to expand their growth for their community.

[The Emerald Dragon]

South of the Main Settler Column


All of the Settlers would eventually end up near the Mormons, of course four men had been given a mission to head south. They'd heard rumours of a group which sold large caches of weapons from several hikers down South. The group itself was based in Mexico, and the four men had known this from the start. They'd been given an SUV to help them get to Mexico faster, this one ran on a vinegarish substance.