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by Parcia » Sat Mar 31, 2018 4:29 pm
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by The Manticoran Empire » Sat Mar 31, 2018 6:38 pm
Puertollano wrote:The Manticoran Empire wrote:Briana chuckled and said, "I'm sorry but the Mayor is in a meeting and the President is in Nashville. You're gonna be waiting awhile, mister. We've got a lounge over there," she pointed to a large room on the right. "Make yourselves at home. I'll let you know when the Mayor is available."
They were not amused as much as Briana, but alas, they decided to wait. Taking a seat.
by The Traansval » Sat Mar 31, 2018 8:38 pm
The Tophat Empire wrote:-snip-
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by The Tophat Empire » Sun Apr 01, 2018 7:38 am
The Traansval wrote:The Tophat Empire wrote:-snip-
Wellingtonne
General Hamish smiled up at the Elector. He slid the brown gloves off his hand, and took the saddle pomel in his hand. His foot firm in one of the stirrups, he catapulted himself up into the saddle. He'd spent his early military career as a Runner, and was an accomplished rider. He extended one hand in front of him.
"Lead the way your Honor"
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by Ralnis » Sun Apr 01, 2018 9:54 am
Elerian wrote:* * *
A Rude Welcome
The Appalachian region was a queer place, home to even queerer people. A man of the Commonwealth, a place far to the South, had come to this place seeking its people. There were tales even as far as the Gulf of men who worshipped Moths and other idols. They were rumors, but the more that the man saw of the place, the more he believed them. He’d travelled hundreds of miles to this god forsaken land on behalf of the Commonwealth. He had hoped it would be worthwhile, but shortly after he crossed into the lands that were purported to be inhabited by the Moth people he’d been kidnapped.
It had happened so quickly he’d scarcely been able to defend himself. A handful of men had thrown a sack over his head and restrained his hands. He was carried a short ways and deposited in a cell. After a time he was taken from the cell and placed in a wooden chair. In what might have been a scene from an old Bond film, he found himself in a small grey room with only a table and two chairs.
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by Skarten » Sun Apr 01, 2018 2:42 pm
The Manticoran Empire wrote:The wall of the Alamo was breached but it was a small one. The defenders raced to seal it but the raiders were quick. The first raiders were through the breach with clubs, bayonets, rifle butts, and swords. The defenders fought back fiercely, the militia with their bayonets, the townsfolk with whatever they had on hand. Many townsfolk and militia were still on the wall, firing on the raiders as they funneled into the hole in the wall. The size of the breach evened the odds. Few raiders could get through at a time, allowing the defenders to swarm those that could. The raiders, however, wore armor that fended off the blows of blunt objects. Against bayonets and close range rifle shots, however, the armor was virtually useless. Sergeant Miller thrust his rifle forward and up, sending his bayonet deep into the abdomen of a raider, tearing flesh and organs. No amount of narcotics could save a man from a punctured lung. Another raider was behind this one, pulling his cleaver from the skull of an unfortunate cobbler. There was enough distance between them that Miller could put a bullet between his eyes. But even as that one dropped, yet another raider appeared, brandishing his rifle as a club. Miller raised his own rifle in an upward sweep, seeking to knock his attacker off balance. There was a loud crack as the weapons collided and both men stumbled. Who recovered first didn't matter as the raider's head was smashed by a rock and Miller found himself on the ground, fighting desperately to keep a knife from being plunged into his heart. The raider was stronger. Miller could feel the blade part his skin and slide between his ribs, through his heart, and into his lung. The raider moved to twist the blade and then his head exploded and the world went black.
The fighting raged on and the ground grew slick with blood. The raiders, hopped up on chems, frantically smashed and stabbed and hacked and slashed at everything in front of them. The militia suddenly pulled away as an authoritative voice shouted, "FORM TWO RANKS!" The surviving militiamen formed into two ranks, each a dozen men long. "GET OUT OF THE WAY, FOLKS!" .*
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by Arengin Union » Mon Apr 02, 2018 7:50 pm
Zepplien wrote:Iwashi Plantation, Baltimore
It was rare that a man could fire fellow Atlas Free Traders to guard him, few had such wealth or influence within the Gulch. Iwashi was one of those men though, his two personal guards clad in quintessential Vault Tec Powered Armour being used for their sheer intimidation factor. Such investment paid wonderful dividends as his Foreman was practically shivering in fear from just standing before Iwashi. His report was... Less than satisfactory, it was indeed quite bad, a certain failure of command on behalf of the faulty intelligence of the lesser people of the wasteland.
"This turn of events is unfortunate." Mr. Iwashi said simply, tapping his fingers along the arm of his chair as he was brought a pip-pad out to look over so numbers "Your pay will be docked for every slave that perishes under your command, furthermore if any escape you shall likewise be fined. I suggest that you reign in your slavedrivers. It would be a shame to find you in the fields because you are unable to pay your debt." his wife spoke up at last, nursing a brandy on the rocks "I understand that you wastelanders avoid thinking as a rule, but consider that slaves are valuable property. My property, and that of my husband, perhaps someday that of the offspring." with but a subtle movement of her finger one of the goons cracked his plasma rifle over the foreman's head. "I do not like having my property destroyed, further destruction of my property will not be tolerated."
by Ralnis » Mon Apr 02, 2018 9:50 pm
by Puertollano » Mon Apr 02, 2018 9:57 pm
Elerian wrote:Puertollano wrote:-Snip-Columbus, Atom Delegation
The Diplomat, Kyle Kay, listened to all the cleric had to say. It was intriguing to say the least. These Atomites were virtually unknown to the Commonwealth. Only a handful of well travelled merchants could give the Gulf officials and clue about who these people were. The merchant’s responses were largely the same, that these were religious fanatics. Beholden to the little understood radiation that had been left behind by the Great War.
It certainly explained their peculiar appearance. Exposure to radiation was known to cause deformities, or in extreme cases transform a person into a Ghoul. It seemed these clerics were well on their way to Ghouldom. It seemed, however, that they were intent on bringing their religion here to the Commonwealth. Such things were seldom good news. Such institutions were unlikely to gain much traction down south in Florida, but up here in Georgia Kay was less certain. The people here were often superstitious, largely because many of the communities were rural and ignorant of the wider world. Kay could certainly see the danger in such a thing, but they would be allowed to buy a building suitable for a Church. That was if they could find someone willing to sell it to them.
On their next request, trade. It was unlikely that merchants would seek an early demise by setting foot in their irradiated capital. Not to mention from their garb, it didn’t seem like they were prosperous enough to offer many goods or services. The Commonwealth held few state monopolies, so trade would likely be conducted by its citizens. That didn’t mean however, that the state wouldn’t take a keen interest on what was being imported or exported.
Their final request was a simple one. A map was an expensive thing to produce, but it wasn’t difficult to procure a handful of cheap maps detailing trade routes, topography, and political boundaries. In exchange the Commonwealth would receive greater details of the lands to their west. Perhaps an unequal bargain, but the Commonwealth was generous to its friends.
With each of these matters covered, the Diplomat bid the clerics adieu so they might bring back word of their meeting to their leader.
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