Ashes [IC]

[Badafar]

Mayfield, USA
Maori Tribe
Mont Black Monastery
Trade Caravan



Ivan was speechless, all this time and a wealth of these relics was right here all along.

"And what exactly do you want for these.. schematics? " Ivan asked barely containing his joy.

Ivan was eager to please The Nine. And he was sure that given enough resources he could acquire all of these quickly he snapped back to it.


"Tell you what, I'll take the one for the M60, in exchange i drop another crate of AK's with a double load of ammunition?" Ivan said quickly reapplying his businessmen like attitude.

Mont Black Monastery

William Herrbridge would consider the offer, it certainly sounded good and they'd need the weapons and ammunition. They didn't really have the manufacturing industry needed to produce what the blueprints asked for, but the man deemed the blueprint as something very valuable and he may be being ripped off in some way or another, then again the Monastery could do with future business deals.

"Well, alright then, we could do with the extra fire power. It's not like we can make these ourselves anyway, here." he'd say as he reaches for the blueprint, handing it over to the eagerly awaiting man. "We have quite the collection of artifacts and texts here, we are willing to trade some of the less valuable ones away anytime." upon giving the blueprint away to the man, he'd wait for a reply regarding the weapons he was promised as their end of the bargain.

[Imperial City-States]

Mont Black Monastery

William Herrbridge would consider the offer, it certainly sounded good and they'd need the weapons and ammunition. They didn't really have the manufacturing industry needed to produce what the blueprints asked for, but the man deemed the blueprint as something very valuable and he may be being ripped off in some way or another, then again the Monastery could do with future business deals.

"Well, alright then, we could do with the extra fire power. It's not like we can make these ourselves anyway, here." he'd say as he reaches for the blueprint, handing it over to the eagerly awaiting man. "We have quite the collection of artifacts and texts here, we are willing to trade some of the less valuable ones away anytime." upon giving the blueprint away to the man, he'd wait for a reply regarding the weapons he was promised as their end of the bargain.

Mayfield, USA
Maori Tribe
Mont Black Monastery
Trade Caravan



Ivan eagerly snatched the papers from the man and quickly tucked them behind his chest plate.

"Let us go outside." Ivan commented.

As the two men went outside Ivan quickly gestured for his men to take off another crate of AK's with little explanation why. There was sporadic chatter back and forth between Ivan and the assorted Maori Tribesmen but eventually the task was done.

Quickly Ivan turned back toward the Bearded man.

"I greatly appreciate the business that has been done here, You must understand that we've offloaded a very significant amount of goods here and it may be some time before we make our way back here again." he said.

The papers for the relic weapon felt as if they would burn a whole though his chest. Once he delivered these to the Nine they'd make him a Lord for sure!.

[Badafar]

Mont Black Monastery

William Herrbridge would consider the offer, it certainly sounded good and they'd need the weapons and ammunition. They didn't really have the manufacturing industry needed to produce what the blueprints asked for, but the man deemed the blueprint as something very valuable and he may be being ripped off in some way or another, then again the Monastery could do with future business deals.

"Well, alright then, we could do with the extra fire power. It's not like we can make these ourselves anyway, here." he'd say as he reaches for the blueprint, handing it over to the eagerly awaiting man. "We have quite the collection of artifacts and texts here, we are willing to trade some of the less valuable ones away anytime." upon giving the blueprint away to the man, he'd wait for a reply regarding the weapons he was promised as their end of the bargain.

Mayfield, USA
Maori Tribe
Mont Black Monastery
Trade Caravan



Ivan eagerly snatched the papers from the man and quickly tucked them behind his chest plate.

"Let us go outside." Ivan commented.

As the two men went outside Ivan quickly gestured for his men to take off another crate of AK's with little explanation why. There was sporadic chatter back and forth between Ivan and the assorted Maori Tribesmen but eventually the task was done.

Quickly Ivan turned back toward the Bearded man.

"I greatly appreciate the business that has been done here, You must understand that we've offloaded a very significant amount of goods here and it may be some time before we make our way back here again." he said.

The papers for the relic weapon felt as if they would burn a whole though his chest. Once he delivered these to the Nine they'd make him a Lord for sure!.

Mont Black Monastery

Upon the final transfer of the last part of the bargain, William would smile as the trade caravan begins to depart the Monastery and return to their own settlement. "Well once again, it has been a pleasure doing business with you. We'll be sure to keep your weapons in great condition. And remember, if you ever need a place to stay, come on over and we'll treat you as best as we can." The guardsmen at the main gate would then flick the switch to open it up, allowing the men of the Maori tribe trade caravan to leave the Monastery grounds.

[Of The Rnclave]

Mayfield National Guard Depot, Wastes of North America
Provisional US Government
Expeditionary Force

The five men walked along, casually talking with their M14's laying across their stomachs. It'd been a prett un eventful trek to the depot, shot a feral or two, mostly pot shots wasting ammo they probably shouldn't had been. But they were having fun, which must have counted for something right?

"I'm telling you! The workers are going to revolt someday soon, there's been plenty if riots and reasons too. How many candidates for the council have promised to bring democratic elections and abolish military control over life? People are getting tired if it, there gonna take it into there own hands someday soon." He punctuated the sentence with spitting a stream of tobacco between his front teeth.

" They wouldn't deal the military would crack down good upon them, look what they did to the Minuteman, I myself would prefer not to have my eyes gouged out and be drawn and quartered, thank you very much." The leading officer said with a grin, flicking his cigarette away lazily as they neared the depot. What they saw next was one if the most surprising things they had seen in awhile, there was activity within and around the depot.

Firing his rifle into the air to draw attention to himself, he called out. " HELLO! WE ARE WITH THE PROVISIONAL GOVERNMENT OF THE USA, WE ARE HERE TO HELP, PLEASE BRING FORTH YOUR LEADER SO WE MAY SPEAK!" He shouted, reciting the manuscript they had been forced to learn for such encounters.

[The Tophat Empire]

Manufacturing, sector 4 storage, weaponry room

A worker walked into the large room, here all weapons of the Empire where stored, rows and rows of all different kinds of guns, swords and similar. However he and the 2 workers that followed him did not care about that, they where looking for a specific weapon, or rater weapons. walking towards one of the rack they found what they where looking for. Mauser 98K rifles. well originally thees where instead "Imperial Armory Rifle 7.62x51 model 2" or "Rifle m2" as they where called. While not up to the standard as the guns made by the "Armory" as the called them self, they where no shoddy work. But then it takes 1.5 months to create each one, so that is no surprise. The workers picked up a rifle each, walking over to a table where boxes with Darkgrass straws, acting as a protective filling where waiting, they placed down the rifles in the boxes, then placing down a maintenance kit as well as a sling, to enable the rifle to be carried over the shoulder, and a bayonet. The procedure the worker repeated with grate care another 7 times, there hands, carrying gloves not to compromise the rifles in any way.

when they where done they nailed a lock onto the boxes, and using a burn marker marked each box with the markings of the empire, as well as the production number of the gun. This would be the first time they "sold" weapons, so all care was taken, both in the shipping and the accounting, writing down each guns number and to whom it was sent. in this case the Church. Then they where brought to a garage, where a reinforced cart where located, the boxes where loaded onto the cart, together with a box of 7.62X51mm ammunition and another box of 200 empty strap on clips. then the cart where rolled out and 2 pack animals where hooked up on the cart.

Together with 5 mounted solders, and 20 normal troopers liked up to act as the escort. Another 2 soldiers entered the wagons armored "cockpit" and the entire colon lined up at the gate, the lead cavalry solder readied his sword "1st Imperial Escort Unit, Ready for departure, end station: Mont Black Monastery" he shouted, the local loudspeaker system for the gate responding "1st Imperial Escort Unit, end station: Mont Black Monastery, Depart". the gates opened and the lead cavalry man once more shorted "Copy that, 1st Imperial Escort Unit, Departing. 1st Mounted unit will act as scouts", before riding out with the rest, followed the the cart and the infantry, all wearing some kind of chestplate. they started to make there way towards the Monastery, weapons ready for anything, or anyone to come forth, the cavalry riding ahead and scouting the area

[Ralnis]

Port Willhiem

One can barely hear themselves think in the Port. The Port itself was small compared everyone else but their reach was long. The monopoly that the River Pirates had on river trading was second to none and they thrived on the trade of the other Wastelanders or raided for their needs. However, their always comes a time that they need one of the most valuable resources in their eyes, scrap metal.

Scrap metal is worth its weight in gold to the Port as it makes good for building their ships and their homes. It's the only thing that they have to make their ways in fabricating the most difficult parts without falling apart. Usually scavenging missions were a death sentence but can make a man rich in pop taps if one were to bring back a good haul. The nearest place to them was the old International Airport which made the most sense but the danger was really bad as Ghouls roam the area.

The mission was to send a group of 12 to secure enough scrap metal or secure the airport temporary so the scavengers can get the scrap metal. The team was ready to go on their hunt for resources and get back with minimum casualties.

[Heraklea-]

CONTROL ROOM, FORT PENANCE, MAYFIELD WASTELAND

The radio operator finished taking down the coded messages broadcasted from the field, then passed it onto the decoder behind him. The system of passing messages was a hassle, but they couldn't be sure the 316^TH or any other raider who might use the information wouldn't be able to intercept the communication. With the messages decoded, the Watch Officer briefly looked over them before placing them onto his desk and picked up the phone.

“Operator, Control Room. Request the Warden's Office.” The Watch Officer considered the phone circuits he was using as he waited to be connected. The lines for it had been scavenged to put together the internal phone network that provided communications around the settlement. The homes in Korville still lacked phones, but all critical points had been wired. There was discussion of plans to expand the network all over the settlement or possibly setup cables linking to the dam and beyond, but there was always discussions of all sorts of things.

“Warden Calvin,” a gravelly voice finally said on the other end of the phone.

“Good afternoon, Warden. This the Watch Officer. We've had some message traffic...”

---

WARDEN'S OFFICE, FORT PENANCE, MAYFIELD WASTELAND

“... and they should be here in a week or so.”

“Understood. Keep up the good work.”

“Yes sir.” Warden Lawrence Calvin hung the phone back up and looked over at Colonel Ridgewood.

“I'm guessing some good news and some troubling,” said the Warden's chief deputy.

“You're right. Good news, the trap we set west of the Depot caught a slave trader. They're on their way back right now.”

“That is good to hear. Maybe we can start undermining the 316^TH more effectively.”

“One can only hope. The other reports are somewhat more problematic. Not necessarily bad news, but it can lead to some difficulty. Our observer reports movement around the Depot to the north. Hulks moving out of the blast site and soldiers from God knows where.”

“We'll have to deal with the hulks if they move further south. I can talk with the Rangers, see if we can cut loose a pair of eyes to watch this group when they leave the Depot.”

“Do it. I want to know who these guys are. And see if we can get any of our patrols up to the bridge. An expedition from Huntington is making its way here and for some reason they decided to go up and around instead of across the dam. I want them to make it here in one piece.”

“I'll see to it, Warden. Have you heard about the new broadcast we received?”

“You mean the latest messiah-complex-ridden radio message about restoring the United States? Like we haven't heard enough of those over the years. I can't count how many of these wackos I've listened to on the same airwaves. And how many of them have wound up needing to be put down?”

“So you're concerned about them?”

“We'll wait and see.”

---

REDEMPTION RADIO
Now playing Aces in Exile by Sabaton.

[Of The Rnclave]

Hello once again citizens of the wastes. Before I speak, I'd like to laugh at my former sentence, citizens of the wastes, it shows you just how much our world has changed that I can no longer address you as citizens if the USA. Firstly I'd like to address this New America movement, the humor of such a sentence almost makes me bust out laughing at the thought. What gives you, usurpers any power to declare the old USA dead? As well, what gives you the right to call yourselves the New America? What offices or other public service have you done to think you can reform our great nation. When the USA is reformed, or more properly, revived, will you continue to call yourselves the New America, and hold the citizens from the nation they deserve? I'll leave it up to you, people of America, to decide wether you wish to live beneath this false prophet. Rest assured, when the USA is revived, we will be truly united, and we will rebuild the world once again, and wars of such magnitude that broke the last USA will no longer occur. I promise you democracy will once more reign over this land, and the USA will once again dominate the continent, and bring prosperity to all. But as citizens of the USA, you all must stay loyal to democracy, and by extension, America. Look to the future my friends, and look to Liberty.

[The NAR]

Apartment 34-A
Maxon Residence

The large steel door to Daniel's apartment opened, and he walked inside. It was a cozy little place. The tan couch and metal coffee table, a 45" flat screen TV, the kitchen and office with a computer, and another room for the bathroom and the bedroom. There were pictures of Daniel and Millie, Daniel's father and mother, their grandparents, and even pictures from before the War. The New York Skyline, Pyramids of Giza, Seattle. An American Flag was standing in the corner.

Millie, with her beautiful flowing blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes was looking through the refrigerator for dinner, when she turned to Daniel and smiled. "Hey, honey" she said, turning back to the fridge. "What do you want for dinner?". Daniel took off his vest and belt, slinging them over the couch and walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.

"How about..." Daniel turned his head to her. "We go out to the Diner tonight?". She turned and grinned.

"You sure? I was planning on making lasagna..."

"You really feel like cooking?" Daniel interrupted.

"Well no...". Daniel kissed her on the cheek.

"Well there you go. Get ready, I'm going to get a shower and change". She nodded, and Daniel would make his way into the room to prepare for the night out.

Elysium Communications Station

"Sir, we've picked up a transmission". Captain Raymond Jurgen approached the operator and raised an eyebrow.

"Let's hear it".

Hello once again citizens of the wastes. Before I speak, I'd like to laugh at my former sentence, citizens of the wastes, it shows you just how much our world has changed that I can no longer address you as citizens if the USA. Firstly I'd like to address this New America movement, the humor of such a sentence almost makes me bust out laughing at the thought. What gives you, usurpers any power to declare the old USA dead? As well, what gives you the right to call yourselves the New America? What offices or other public service have you done to think you can reform our great nation. When the USA is reformed, or more properly, revived, will you continue to call yourselves the New America, and hold the citizens from the nation they deserve? I'll leave it up to you, people of America, to decide wether you wish to live beneath this false prophet. Rest assured, when the USA is revived, we will be truly united, and we will rebuild the world once again, and wars of such magnitude that broke the last USA will no longer occur. I promise you democracy will once more reign over this land, and the USA will once again dominate the continent, and bring prosperity to all. But as citizens of the USA, you all must stay loyal to democracy, and by extension, America. Look to the future my friends, and look to Liberty.

The Captain shook his head. "If this is real, these guys are a joke. If the Government was revived, they'd contact us directly, not flash their dick to a bunch of sand and bugs".

"Shouldn't we inform the Chancellor?"

"The Chancellor has enough on his plate. Forget it"

[Ralnis]

Mayfield International Airport

The group of 12 armed pirates had made from their riverboat after the motor turned off and they started to see the outskirts of the airport that looked run down after a century and a half of ruin and rust to sprout up. The 12 were armed to take on the Ghouls inside with one with some knowledge of medicine. They checked out their gear, most were made for close combat I'm the form of shotguns or a pistol and sword combination. However, some were scouts with a scope hunting rifle and have radios so they can do Morse Code.

With everything working and checked for goods, they made on their search-and-destroy so they can secure the scrap metal for the Port.

[Kazarogkai]

Free Polis of Highwood
Grand Forum, The Resort, Highwood Polis

In the halls of what had once been a Dance hall in the resort was the Grand Forum composed of the various Elders of the Villas. Though they typically were called on a weekly basis this was an exception with the triumvirate calling for an extraordinary meeting which was only done in emergencies. The assembled Elders spoke in clam voices despite the temperamental attitudes that were present in all. They all wore their Sunday best, though it wasn't even Sunday, giving one the impression of something akin to a fancy social function. The elders all stood in a sort of Arch shape, with the Triumvirate standing near a far wall on a high platform to organize the proceedings. Speakers would climb atop the platform and speak their piece then allow the next one to be able to speak. Once all had been able to speak their opinions the voting would be allowed to occur.

The emergency which had spurred the debate involved a threat to the Polis itself. A large Forest bandit group had moved it's base of operations nearby to the Polis borders and were within range of conducting operations in the Polis territory itself. Though they had attempted to do so rather surreptitiously a small border force had been able to spot them, though as a result of the groups size had refrained from engaging. The debate was all about what must be done to deal with the situation as of now. The bandits were not particularly well armed having mostly spears, bows, and crude machetes to fight with but still they were a threat to farmers living in the area and had to be stopped before they did something really bad. Forest bandits were a dangerous lot filled with sadistic desire to cause chaos and havoc. They inhabited the darkest portions of the Woodland to the east and typically kept to themselves battling it out in fratricidal wars for land, women, and porkies. Occasionally though they would leave their dark homeland and make their way into the land of light in the name of glory and blood.

The debate finally over, votes cast and ultimately tallied, and a decision was made. A force would be assembled to combat the Bandits and drive them away from are borders back to where they had come. General Crowe would be placed in command of the operation and would have the full backing of the Grand Forum to do what was necessary to deal with the issue. The General in question was called in and given the ceremonial Polis Sword which granted him the power invoked in the Grand Forum and indicated said power to all who would see. Plans and preparations were made and the required officials who were needed were notified. All was going to plan.

[The NAR]

Benny's Diner

In the Atrium, the area of Elysium where most of the restaurants and stores are, Daniel and Millie would enter Benny's Diner, the classic 50s Diner in Elysium that he and Millie met at. They grabbed a seat at a booth and began to read the menu. Millie wore a black dress and had her hair waving down past her shoulders. Daniel wore back Khakis, a red button-up shirt, and a white vest. "You look stunning tonight" Daniel said with a smile while he read the menu. Millie smiled.

"Thank you, so do you". She put the menu on the table. "How's work?"

"Work? Same as usual I guess" Daniel said as he determined what entree he wanted. "Well, Commissioner Bryans offered me a promotion. I'd be a Captain, and be in charge of the armory".

"That's great!" said Millie happily.

"Eh" he mumbled. "In turned it down. Nothing really happens there. We've never actually used anything but basic gear from the Armory". Millie shrugged and pointed at the menu.

"Is the spaghetti here good?". Daniel nodded.

"Yeah, actually. It is". Daniel paused. "What about you? How's the Chancellor's Office?"

"It's good, actually. Joanne has been sick then past few days, so I don't have to deal with her being a bitch". Daniel chuckled to himself and looked up at Millie.

"That all? No more bitches?". She laughed.

"Shut up. Well, I talked to my Dad. I never get to since he spends all of his time in the Maintenance District..."

"That's cool.. he's a good man. Hard worker".

Daniel and Millie would eat and return home, where they would spend the night together. Daniel had to get up early, though. Meetings suck.

[Of The Rnclave]

Elysium, Post-Nuclear War Survival Vault, Wastes of North America
Provisional US Government
Operation Concord

The 8 men walked together, more happy ongoing that there were more men just like them in the wastes, with good hopes and dreams of the old world. To day the dead trees and vegetation were a pain was a gross understatement, and to say the trench full of broken tables, rusty scarp metal and so in was a tad disturbing was even worse. Corporal Dunn had already cut through his last leg in the process of walking through the trench, and would acquire a tetnis shot once they returned. It was hit and muggy and if it weren't tofu the possibility of more survivors, they would have turned back and just lied to their superiors, but Jake insisted they continue onwards and check this place out,if anything there might be some okay tech there, and the superiors would accept that at least.

Talk unfortunately was also focused upon the Minuteman revolutionary group, a liberal movement looking it establish a presidency and restore America faster and more diplomatically, and it gained followers quickly. " I'm telling you, it's gonna happen someday soon, we're gonna have a Civil War, and who knows who that'll turn out." Commander Jake said easily as he slipped into the cave mouth, leveling his rifle in case intel was wrong.

Walking up to the door, he slammed his gloved fist against the steel several times, almost jumping when leaves rustled behind them, as well as the creaking of a table behind them, Dunn, already startled as it was, shot once or twice into the twisted forest and trench area.

" HELLO? This is the Provisional Government of the United States, we are here to help you and begin the restoration." He spoke evenly.

[The NAR]

The Residents were shocked to see dozens of Security Officers throwing on their gear and going to the armory, where they would arm themselves with M4A1s and proceed to the main entrance in a line, their weapons aimed at the door. Daniel was alerted in the middle of the night, and he jumped out of bed and began to throw on his gear. Millie got up with only a sweatshirt and underwear on, rubbing her eyes. "Where are you going...?" She mumbled.

"We have trouble at the main entrance. They're getting everyone they can to defend". Just then, the Elysium Emergency Broadcasting System began to play over the PA System.

This is the Chancellor. All Elysium Residents are hereby ordered to remain in their quarters. All residents found outside of their quarters will be dealt with... severely. Please follow the directions of Elysium Security Personnel. The situation is under control. That is all

Within a few minutes, 25 Elysium Security Officers were at the main entrance, prepared to defend against whoever this may be. Daniel, carrying the M4, entered the room. "What the hell is going on?". An Officer turned back to him.

"Armed Combatants, eight of them, claiming to be U.S. Provisional Government...". Daniel nodded. "Initiate defensive measure A. Scare them off".

A red light from the ceiling of the cave began to blink, and a high-pitched noise way played. Loud enlightenment to crack glass.

[Of The Rnclave]

The Residents were shocked to see dozens of Security Officers throwing on their gear and going to the armory, where they would arm themselves with M4A1s and proceed to the main entrance in a line, their weapons aimed at the door. Daniel was alerted in the middle of the night, and he jumped out of bed and began to throw on his gear. Millie got up with only a sweatshirt and underwear on, rubbing her eyes. "Where are you going...?" She mumbled.

"We have trouble at the main entrance. They're getting everyone they can to defend". Just then, the Elysium Emergency Broadcasting System began to play over the PA System.

This is the Chancellor. All Elysium Residents are hereby ordered to remain in their quarters. All residents found outside of their quarters will be dealt with... severely. Please follow the directions of Elysium Security Personnel. The situation is under control. That is all

Within a few minutes, 25 Elysium Security Officers were at the main entrance, prepared to defend against whoever this may be. Daniel, carrying the M4, entered the room. "What the hell is going on?". An Officer turned back to him.

"Armed Combatants, eight of them, claiming to be U.S. Provisional Government...". Daniel nodded. "Initiate defensive measure A. Scare them off".

A red light from the ceiling of the cave began to blink, and a high-pitched noise way played. Loud enlightenment to crack glass.

Jake frowned as he turned to his men. If all at once the men had the same thought and had a conversation within a moment, they took the mags out if their rifles, making sure to clear the barrels before setting their arms down, and stepping back slowly.

" Even if threatened,you make no offensive movement, I've got a Familly that would like me home, so everyone stay cool." He said, lighting up a cigarette and stepping back,blowing a smoke ring for show.

" Hello. This is the US Provsional Governemnt, we mean no harm and are only here to investigate our intel on a post-nuclear war vault expirement. We mean to harm and have set our weapons down." Owens said evenly, raising his hands and shoeing his lack of weaponry. Turning slowly, he nodded, reassuring his men everything's was okay.

[The NAR]

The Residents were shocked to see dozens of Security Officers throwing on their gear and going to the armory, where they would arm themselves with M4A1s and proceed to the main entrance in a line, their weapons aimed at the door. Daniel was alerted in the middle of the night, and he jumped out of bed and began to throw on his gear. Millie got up with only a sweatshirt and underwear on, rubbing her eyes. "Where are you going...?" She mumbled.

"We have trouble at the main entrance. They're getting everyone they can to defend". Just then, the Elysium Emergency Broadcasting System began to play over the PA System.

This is the Chancellor. All Elysium Residents are hereby ordered to remain in their quarters. All residents found outside of their quarters will be dealt with... severely. Please follow the directions of Elysium Security Personnel. The situation is under control. That is all

Within a few minutes, 25 Elysium Security Officers were at the main entrance, prepared to defend against whoever this may be. Daniel, carrying the M4, entered the room. "What the hell is going on?". An Officer turned back to him.

"Armed Combatants, eight of them, claiming to be U.S. Provisional Government...". Daniel nodded. "Initiate defensive measure A. Scare them off".

A red light from the ceiling of the cave began to blink, and a high-pitched noise way played. Loud enlightenment to crack glass.

Jake frowned as he turned to his men. If all at once the men had the same thought and had a conversation within a moment, they took the mags out if their rifles, making sure to clear the barrels before setting their arms down, and stepping back slowly.

" Even if threatened,you make no offensive movement, I've got a Familly that would like me home, so everyone stay cool." He said, lighting up a cigarette and stepping back,blowing a smoke ring for show.

" Hello. This is the US Provsional Governemnt, we mean no harm and are only here to investigate our intel on a post-nuclear war vault expirement. We mean to harm and have set our weapons down." Owens said evenly, raising his hands and shoeing his lack of weaponry. Turning slowly, he nodded, reassuring his men everything's was okay.

Daniel saw everything happening over the monitor, and shook his head in frustration. "Stubborn. Initiate Defensive Measure B". In a few seconds, two automated turrets would ascend from the Rocky ground on either side of the door and load, aimed straight at them. The cave entrance above them would slam shut with an titanium plate, trapping the men in the cave.

[Of The Rnclave]

Jake frowned as he turned to his men. If all at once the men had the same thought and had a conversation within a moment, they took the mags out if their rifles, making sure to clear the barrels before setting their arms down, and stepping back slowly.

" Even if threatened,you make no offensive movement, I've got a Familly that would like me home, so everyone stay cool." He said, lighting up a cigarette and stepping back,blowing a smoke ring for show.

" Hello. This is the US Provsional Governemnt, we mean no harm and are only here to investigate our intel on a post-nuclear war vault expirement. We mean to harm and have set our weapons down." Owens said evenly, raising his hands and shoeing his lack of weaponry. Turning slowly, he nodded, reassuring his men everything's was okay.

Daniel saw everything happening over the monitor, and shook his head in frustration. "Stubborn. Initiate Defensive Measure B". In a few seconds, two automated turrets would ascend from the Rocky ground on either side of the door and load, aimed straight at them. The cave entrance above them would slam shut with an titanium plate, trapping the men in the cave.

As two turrent do popped from the ground and a plated door slammed down, ringing there ears, Jake clenched his teeth as he set his footing.

" Elysium. That's your name correct? If we are as bad as you seem. To think we are, we would have killed you already and taken all the technology from within you. Yet here we are, weapons sat down in piles, safeties on. Now forgive me, but if those turrets activate and kill us, your starting a completely different war my friend, one you can be sure you won't win. We have 311 armed personnel ready to fight at a moments notice, now you can speak with us, turn us away or kill us, your choice really, yet I hope you make the right choice. I have a Familly to return too, and whoever this is, I know you have one too, make the right choice now." Jake shouted up, flicking away his dying cigarette with a look of determination.

[The NAR]

OOC: Officers

The massive Titanium door would slide back in a screeching, cringing noise, and would roll to the side. For the first time in over 150 years, Elysium had opened. When the smoke settled, 10 armed with masks would run out, weapons raised st the men. Daniel led this group of soldiers and approach the leader, screaming. "Get on the fucking ground! Let's move! Go!". Some Officers would grab the men and shove them down onto the ground and cuff them while others snatched up the weapons and ammo.

[Of The Rnclave]

OOC: Officers

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The massive Titanium door would slide back in a screeching, cringing noise, and would roll to the side. For the first time in over 150 years, Elysium had opened. When the smoke settled, 10 armed with masks would run out, weapons raised st the men. Daniel led this group of soldiers and approach the leader, screaming. "Get on the fucking ground! Let's move! Go!". Some Officers would grab the men and shove them down onto the ground and cuff them while others snatched up the weapons and ammo.

Jake turned slowly as the men rushed out, nodding and placing his and a behind his head, sliding down to his knees to allow ease of access. " Gakd you fucks aren't so crazy afterall." He chuckled as they eke him inside. Without saying it, the order still stood, no matter threat or other options given to the men, they stayed quiet and reacted in no way, Jake would be there voice, and would convey their wishes all the same.

[The NAR]

OOC: Officers

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The massive Titanium door would slide back in a screeching, cringing noise, and would roll to the side. For the first time in over 150 years, Elysium had opened. When the smoke settled, 10 armed with masks would run out, weapons raised st the men. Daniel led this group of soldiers and approach the leader, screaming. "Get on the fucking ground! Let's move! Go!". Some Officers would grab the men and shove them down onto the ground and cuff them while others snatched up the weapons and ammo.

Jake turned slowly as the men rushed out, nodding and placing his and a behind his head, sliding down to his knees to allow ease of access. " Gakd you fucks aren't so crazy afterall." He chuckled as they eke him inside. Without saying it, the order still stood, no matter threat or other options given to the men, they stayed quiet and reacted in no way, Jake would be there voice, and would convey their wishes all the same.

The men inside wore the same gear, but the way they moved could still shown that they were scared. The door closed behind them, and the Elysium Security Forces would take the 8 men and escort them into the Security District. Some people in apartments, children included would look at these men in awe. In some places, American Flags were on the wall. The 8 men were moved into individual cells.

Daniel would do his best to make sense and sort the situation, while other Officers dealt with a steaming Chancellor. Daniel would taken off his mask, leaving the Military-issue helmet on, and open the leader's cell and grab him by the arm and escort him to another room, where he would sit him down. "Who are you, and what the fuck do you want with my home?"

[Of The Rnclave]

Jake turned slowly as the men rushed out, nodding and placing his and a behind his head, sliding down to his knees to allow ease of access. " Gakd you fucks aren't so crazy afterall." He chuckled as they eke him inside. Without saying it, the order still stood, no matter threat or other options given to the men, they stayed quiet and reacted in no way, Jake would be there voice, and would convey their wishes all the same.

The men inside wore the same gear, but the way they moved could still shown that they were scared. The door closed behind them, and the Elysium Security Forces would take the 8 men and escort them into the Security District. Some people in apartments, children included would look at these men in awe. In some places, American Flags were on the wall. The 8 men were moved into individual cells.

Daniel would do his best to make sense and sort the situation, while other Officers dealt with a steaming Chancellor. Daniel would taken off his mask, leaving the Military-issue helmet on, and open the leader's cell and grab him by the arm and escort him to another room, where he would sit him down. "Who are you, and what the fuck do you want with my home?"

Jake chuckled a bit more than he shoudk have. " Sorry it's just… The fan fair with which we we're greeted, top notch my friend." He laughed smirking lightly at the man before him.

" Who are we? Well I'm Captain Boston Jake. From the Provisional US Governmemt and their military. We are here to make contact with you and establish a trade alliance of sorts. I hope this ain't a security threat to you, a me you won't have to arrest each trader that comes through." He said pointedly at Daniel. " Just FUCKIGN threaten to shoot me and act as though several men who who showed no me a to harm were in the wrong." He growled, nit being a ke to hold back his quip.

[The NAR]

The men inside wore the same gear, but the way they moved could still shown that they were scared. The door closed behind them, and the Elysium Security Forces would take the 8 men and escort them into the Security District. Some people in apartments, children included would look at these men in awe. In some places, American Flags were on the wall. The 8 men were moved into individual cells.

Daniel would do his best to make sense and sort the situation, while other Officers dealt with a steaming Chancellor. Daniel would taken off his mask, leaving the Military-issue helmet on, and open the leader's cell and grab him by the arm and escort him to another room, where he would sit him down. "Who are you, and what the fuck do you want with my home?"

Jake chuckled a bit more than he shoudk have. " Sorry it's just… The fan fair with which we we're greeted, top notch my friend." He laughed smirking lightly at the man before him.

" Who are we? Well I'm Captain Boston Jake. From the Provisional US Governmemt and their military. We are here to make contact with you and establish a trade alliance of sorts. I hope this ain't a security threat to you, a me you won't have to arrest each trader that comes through." He said pointedly at Daniel. " Just FUCKIGN threaten to shoot me and act as though several men who who showed no me a to harm were in the wrong." He growled, nit being a ke to hold back his quip.

Daniel lit a cigarette and took a puff, blowing smoke into the air, and he chuckled. "This is my home, the only place I know. The love of my life lives here, my parents live here, and very well the only hope for Humanity is in these damn halls". Daniel took another puff and leaned against the table. "We can't afford to let our guard down. Too much is at stake". Daniel paused. "I'm Daniel Maxon. Welcome to Elysium. Now, until we... work out the seams with the Chancellor and the Council, you and your men will be under custody". Daniel opened the door to the room they were in. "I'll be back. If you need anything, just ask. We'll hook you up".

[The New Sea Territory]

Downtown
Ice-Thorns Encampment

Ian and his crew walked down the street, with ruined buildings on both sides. On one roof, they saw smoke rising from a campfire and heard people talking. Ian lead the way to the door of the building, where he then knocked. The talking instantly stopped, and someone came to open the door. A young woman pointed a handgun at Ian immediately and said "Who are you!"

"Hi. I'm Ian. From the Punks, to the south. I've brought your leader a message."

She looked skeptical, but decided to let Ian in. The other Punks waited outside while Ian and the woman went up the stairs to the roof, where a armored man sat in front of the fire. "Jericho, we have a messenger from the Punks". He looked over and took the letter from the woman's hand. After reading over it quickly, he thought for a second, and decided. "We accept your offer, providing we are paid enough. Three thousand tabs a week." Ian nodded, and said "I'll send the message back. Thanks."

The Punks began to leave, and head back to the Den.

The Den
Top Floor, Drug Lab

"How goes it, Marty?" Dex said as he walked in. The man took off his goggles and turned around. "Awesome! These rats are responding well to the batches we've made of modified Stardust and mixes of random pills. I can easily make more batches of these, prepare them and have them ready to sell in a few days." Dexter nodded, saying "Good. What should we call them?"

"Well, the modified Stardust glows. Bright green?" "Hmm....Glowing...Greendust? Brightdust? No...Glowdust!" Dexter exclaimed. Marty laughed, saying "It sounds good. How about the others? One makes the mice really aggressive and the other makes them have violent mood swings." Dexter thought for a bit, and said "Thrasher...and....Spazz". "Ok then. Well, I'll get right to making them," Marty put his goggles on, an pulled out another bowl. He then started pouring pills in, and started the stove. Dexter looked around, seeing nothing but money in these new drugs.

[The Tophat Empire]

Imperial Army Command Center, inside the dam

"Are you sure that we have the material for this project?" Lord General Johan said, looking at the map of the area.

"Yes sir, it will take up 78% of our aluminum storage, as well as 40% of our steel storage" a worker said, looking up from his note book

"Good, send a dragoon at once" wiking said, a smile on his face

"Yes, my lord" everyone in the room said, before leaving

Gatehouse 1

3 dragoons where seated upon there mounts, facing the gate, the lead dragoon started to shout "1st Dragoon Delivery unit, ready for departure, End station; Fort Penance". "1st Dragoon Delivery unit, End station; Fort Penance, Depart" the PA system responded. the gates opening and the lead dragoon shouting "Copy that,1st Dragoon Delivery unit departing" before spurring on his horse, followed by the 2 others, they rode at close to what the animals could handle, covering as much ground as possible. the journey was going to take 1 hour, not much, but they where carrying one of the most important letters ever written by the empire. and it had to arrive as fast as possible.

[Of The Rnclave]

Jake chuckled a bit more than he shoudk have. " Sorry it's just… The fan fair with which we we're greeted, top notch my friend." He laughed smirking lightly at the man before him.

" Who are we? Well I'm Captain Boston Jake. From the Provisional US Governmemt and their military. We are here to make contact with you and establish a trade alliance of sorts. I hope this ain't a security threat to you, a me you won't have to arrest each trader that comes through." He said pointedly at Daniel. " Just FUCKIGN threaten to shoot me and act as though several men who who showed no me a to harm were in the wrong." He growled, nit being a ke to hold back his quip.

Daniel lit a cigarette and took a puff, blowing smoke into the air, and he chuckled. "This is my home, the only place I know. The love of my life lives here, my parents live here, and very well the only hope for Humanity is in these damn halls". Daniel took another puff and leaned against the table. "We can't afford to let our guard down. Too much is at stake". Daniel paused. "I'm Daniel Maxon. Welcome to Elysium. Now, until we... work out the seams with the Chancellor and the Council, you and your men will be under custody". Daniel opened the door to the room they were in. "I'll be back. If you need anything, just ask. We'll hook you up".

" Love of your wife huh? I have a wife and three daughters masked back at Fort Monroe. Youngest daughter is 4, oldest is 16. Oldest is an Army engineer now, she repairs and strengthens the walls surrounding the Fort." He said as he leaned back, a silent threat of harm echoing within his words.

" So, the intel said you guys were dead from faulty reactors and ventilation systems, what changed? They led us to assume you were all dead and such."