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The mirelurkes stopped their banging when they heard something roll by them. Being giant craps they had no comprehension of what a grenade was so they both stopped for a moment to look at before looking up to were it had come from, seeing the cloaked and shrouded man. They were about to attack, but the grenade went off before they could even take a step and exploded right underneath them. One was killed and had its legs blown off, while the other survived thanks to the mirelurks thick shell, leaving it only severely crippled. Regardless of its wounds the giant crab saw Antonio and charged....well more hobbled... forward at him at a laughably slow pace. Still if nothing it was determined.
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Location:Inside the Super Duper Mart
Traveling with:Elenore
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"Here, you might want these," Saans mentioned after the explosion rocked the building."Sounds like you might need these sooner than expected." He offered a partially loaded pistol magazine that he looted from the now nude Raider. "Mine won't take this caliber, and I don't have a few shots with it left. I can support with my rifle, although I don't have the best of aim because of the jet I took a few minutes ago." Slowly, he stood up and went further down the corridor to where there was another counter, stacked with ammo cans. At the moment, he paid them no heed as he slipped his rifle off of his shoulder and started to brace himself on the counter.

Bringing up the rifle, Saans peered through the scope, focusing on the door to the supermarket. As he started to get the focus of the scope to the best he could, Saans started to hum to himself. His heartbeat started to slow, his vision heightened, and his breathing started to become slow and more controlled. Saans was in his nest, a perfect vantage point to where he can see the door, but whoever entered would have a hard time finding him within the first few shots. While he was a good shot, he never fired without watching the target for a minute or two, wanting to make sure to watch for any hostilities.
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After the clearing of the smoke Antonio could see what was left of the two monsters and it had seemed only one survived the blast. Being so close to it anyway the damage caused it to be crippled, but even that did not stop its advance for it next meal. "Oh boy, when will you learn beasts to just run away?" He said slinging his sniper around and locking in to his shoulder and aimed for what looked like a face on it ugly little guy. The closer the bad boy came the easier it was to hit the spot. Antonio released his breath just to hold it before light squeezing the trigger with the tip of his finger. The hammer fell, forcing the firing pin to strike the primer of a .338 Lapua Magnum round. The shell traveled down the barrel and head right for his new little friend.

After the shot he lowered his rifle and pulled out his 1911 just in case the round did not take care of the guy for good. If it lived from being shot once more hot lead bullets would soon follow to make sure it would say died.


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Avani White - "!F[_]"
Entourage: Alone
Activity: Patrolling near Megaton (Merchant & scavenger mode)

How wasteful the scavengers were - certainly the area was picked clean of old world technology, the buildings outside of the vault were condemned at best and most of the chemicals and minerals that could be used for casual repairs had been all but stripped away, but still at random a diamond would be sitting in the open for her to snatch up...

Was it another discarded piece of vault tech? No... an android circuit board? No! It was a chunk of glass! Smooth glass. Running her hand gently along the surface of what was surely once a window made her practically squeal with delight - good quality glass was hard to come by, and focusing lenses for her gun didn't reconfigure themselves.

It was as she was wrapping the glass for transport that another set of gunshots was heard - it was hard to tell if they were from the same area or separate groups... near... the school or the super duper mart?

Deciding it was better to rest against the shack she had discovered her prize for either the screams of agony or a five minute break, she tugged at her gloves to make sure they were in place.

"Just another day."

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Traveling: Two Merchants, One other Caravan guard.
Location: 1/2 a mile West of Megaton, caravan delivery.
Status: Well rested, well supplied.
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Cary was sharp and on alert as the group walked very open and vulnerable on User Imagethe overpass. He had his rifle drawn and hugged tightly to his chest, the stock firmly pressed to his shoulder. It was a long time preference to have a semi-auto but scoped rifle on his person instead of an automatic rifle, without much aim and a higher chance of jamming. Getting to the rank of Ranger was hard work, much less surviving the trials and proving himself worthy of being a Desert Ranger, he had served proudly before having his hand forced to leave. He composed himself again to stay more focused on the situation at hand, approaching Megaton saw it's fair share of ghouls, Fiends and Raiders, everyone in the Capital Wasteland was out here just trying to survive, he could respect it but wouldn't be a victim of it. It reminded him eerily of his years spent in the Mojave serving and training, growing into a man. The people weren't the same so to speak, but they felt the same, on the edge, trying their best not to give up and give in. He was still focused while sorting out these thoughts, it was the kind of skill you quickly adapted in the Wasteland, entertaining yourself while remaining concentrated on the task at hand, especially as a Caravan guard. After leaving the NCR he had to find work where he could, luckily he had his Ranger mask to stay hidden under, his face wouldn't be recognized on any desertion posters, besides not many people in the Wastelands civilized areas would be crazy enough to mess with a Desert Ranger, much less start asking questions to every random one they came across, not unless you were wearing a suit of Power Armor to stop a bullet between the eyes. It was a cover that allowed him some breathing room, the training that comes along with it helps too. He heard a sound to his left and help up a hand to the caravan followers, the other guard raised his Service Rifle up carefully, the merchants drew their 10mm's but wouldn't be on the front line firing those. With careful steps forward he scanned the area, Marksman Carbine sweeping the area quickly, with relief it was just a pair of ghouls wandering about, he slung his rifle over his neck to hold on his back and drew his Combat Knife, he raised his hand in a quick beckoning motion for the other guard, he drew his knife and made a quick cutting motion with his hand at the other guard, he got the message but put his gun away a little shakily. He started forward towards the ghouls as the other guard drew a rough looking machete, Cary couldn't help but shake his head, You figure the Caravan Company would take better care of their employees weapons he thought to himself. As the ghouls caught their approach they charged forward with their usual mindless fury, as the first ghoul swung it's arm in a wide arc toward the side of Cary's head he raised his left arm and caught the attack at the forearm of the ghoul, twisted his wrist over to firmly grabbed the forearm and used the momentum to stick his knife out forward into the throat of the ghoul as he pulled it forward, he continued to move with the target pulling it down and back toward the other guard to finish off, he spun with the flow of the move and caught the other ghoul with a deep thrust in the gut while catching it's arm, he jerked the knife to the right splitting it like a pig, caught the strike from the left hand of the ghoul on the armor of his shoulder then countered by running the knife up cleanly under it's jaw and into it's skull. He wiped the knife off on the tattered clothing of the ghoul and sheathed the weapon, as he turned the other guard was already hacking down at the first target finishing the job. They regrouped with the caravan and gave a nod to the merchants, they cleared the pass and in the short distance ahead of them could see the town of Megaton.
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off in the distance, sprawled out along the top of the hill in which Vault 101 was embedded, a lone figure laid watching over the area. She was a look out for the vault, and her job was to keep watch for anything that might prove a threat, or an asset. She made no noise and gave no sign of her presence, the time she had spent living out in the wastes as part of her passage into adulthood had been spent wisely, and she knew how to stay hidden. There wasn't even the glint of a scope to spot her by, since her rifle had no scope, but she could shoot well enough without it. She had been watching over Springvale when she spotted a woman, though she was just a scavenger, none of her concern. Though it was kind of odd how she marveled at the small piece of glass she had picked up. "first they worship that damn bomb and now that its gone they're left to worship shards of glass...how typical" she muttered to herself, figuring the woman was probably some cultist, part of the children of atom or whatever they called themselves now a days. She watched as the girl ducked behind a building, apparently hearing something she hadn't, must have been pretty far away then, which called to question why the girl bothered to hide.

She continued to scan until she came upon a merchant caravan, and not a shabby one at that given the amount of guards. However one person in particular put her off. He was wearing a thick duster....like the regulators, but his helmet was odd. It was the sort of glowy, gas masky kind of crap you only saw enclave or brotherhood wearing, either way it wasn't good. Still it didn't really look like one of those groups persay, just sort of similiar, like he was wearing some sort of slimmed down power armor. She watched cautiously from her rocky perch as the group encountered some ferals and they dispatched them without much issue. "so he can fight good...and I doubt these bullets are gonna pierce that damn bucket on his head" she muttered, knowing the 10 mm lever action rifle wasn't going to do the job, and a shot anywhere else would leave him alive and able to retaliate. "allright then, how about diplomacy?" she thought, figuring the goods were most likely going to megaton, and any chance to get resources for the vault while sticking it to those brotherhood kiss asses was definitely a chance she should take. "Jet, come here boy" she called, her loyal dog companion running up to her. She took out walkie talky and placed it in his mouth. 'see those guys down there? go take this to them boy so I can talk to them. Don't worry I'll watch your back, if they try to hurt you I'll take them out" she said, sending the dog along. A few minutes later the dog came walking up the caravan, stopping and sitting down infront of Cary. He placed the walkie talkie down and gently nudged it towards the dessert ranger, obidently waiting for him to take it.
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Avani White - "!F[_]"
Entourage: Alone (But near "Jet" and "Cary" )
Activity: Following "radio dog" in Springvale

"That's new." she noted of the dog with the radio that passed her by - while she would never put it past something to learn how to use old world tech - most of it was damn near childproof, besides to incompetent savages - she had yet to see a dog attempt it.

Brushing herself off she briefly debated if she could stomach dog meat for dinner, but decided that an animal with a semblance of intelligence was better than most of the people she had met in the wastes... and besides, she had placed similar tech around her home booby trapped to explode when turned on, who's to say the dog wasn't a sick raider gimmick? Which actually brings up a valid point...

Convinced that the shots weren't coming her way she pushed away from the house she had been leaning against. Only the vague grunting of a molerat somewhere to the north, such that she could tell, was around to break the silence.

Taking the opportunity to pull out one of her bottles of water, Avani took a mouth full before drawing her laser pistol - she was better with her sword, but guns were generally more intimidating to strangers... raiders wouldn't be intimidated, but she could always drop the gun and draw her sword - she could make a new laser pistol easily enough.

Keeping the barrel aimed at an angle toward the ground she followed casually after the animal. If it was a raider or slaver dog, she was going to shoot first and impale THEIR corpses atop a flag pole for a change.

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The Vault Scout shifted her attention back to the woman as she stepped out of cover and drew a weapon. She couldn't tell exactly what from that distance, but it looked like a pistol of some sort. However the regardless of what the weapon was she seemed to be following her dog, and that made her a threat in the scout's eyes. "f*cking surface dwellers allways need to try to mess with things that don't belong to them" she thought. Suddenly she sucked in a breath and took a shot, hitting by the woman's foot. Jet turned around and looked at the woman, panting happily as if nothing was wrong, as the dog was a bit to friendly for its own good. Suddenly a short static buzz came from the walkie talkie. "glass lady, you better step back from my dog with that weapon drawn, and the guy in the duster, I need to talk to you" the small radio called out, the voice distinctly female. The scout herself was now hiding behind a rock, hopping she hadn't been spotted. Not that she was afraid, but she was alot more intimidating, and thus more persuasive, if they didn't know where she was.
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Meryl felt a bit discouraged at the situation, knowing full well that coming this far to the reaches of the wastes would bring attention. As the suit explained the predicament to her, everything slowly unfolded. The grasp of the shotgun within her palm wrung tightly as the series of explosions sounded off outside the Mart. It was then however, did she hear Bob's offer for Mirelurk meat. To be honest, it was somewhat tempting, though the irradiation was a bit concerning. She head ingested much worse, but recently she had been watching what she ate, and how much. She needed to ration out her food, or else starve. Who knew when she'd get another opportunity to tag along for free meals. The mutant mulled over the decision for a moment, before nodding her head once more. "My name... is Meryl. Some, before I kill them, call me Boomstick." She said, language choppy due to strenuous activity. The radiation left her mind heightened, but under mass amounts of stress. Most of her words would have sounded either angry, or forced. The woman turned around, and sheathed her weapon as she grabbed for the metal isle that held empty shelves. If they were going to be here for a while, might as well sabotage the place. Her palms pressed against the wall, and creaked as she applied force. Meryl took base as she then dropped her hands, and lifted from a lower part of the isle. The thing tipped over, and slammed into the next, and caused that one to create a domino effect.

After dusting her hands off, the mutant turned to the suited man. A grizzled thumbs up signaled her action, "For raiders... if they come back." She said, as the last of the isles crashed and broke against the far side of the Mart.
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Wasteland Bob

Theme Song: Mighty Mighty Man
Location: Super Duper Mart.
Company: Target, Elenor, Saans, Meryl, and the new guy.


Bob nodded and gave a thumbs up as she agreed to help them out. "Hi Meryl, welcome to the team" he said, opting not to refer to her as "boomstick". He noticed her voice seemed a bit strained and he reached into his pack and handed her a jar of water, highly irradiated water, but for someone like her who gave off radiation it would be just as refreshing as normal water. "here you go, you sound a little hoarse" he said cheerfully. He watched as the giant of a woman toppled the shelves like a row of dominoes, and when she gave him the thumbs up he nodded and applauded. "great job, that'll show em!" he said, returning the thumbs up. He heard a gunshot and peered over towards the back of the store were Saans and Elenor were. "you guys ok? don't go having crazy chem parties without me allright?" he said with a chuckled. When he heard the explosion outside he turned to Meryl and motioned for her to follow him. "Come on Meryl lets check it out" He made his way to the door, doing nothing to prepare or defend himself, and opened up just in time to see the second mirelurk get shot down. He looked up at the heavily cloaked gun man, and casually waved at him. "hey.....watcha doin?" he asked, his tone was jarringly casual. "me and my friends were just about to eat some crab legs, would you care to join us?" he said walking over to one of the mirelurk corpses and started dragging it back into the store. It was an embarrasingly slow process as he wasn't really strong enough to pull it, though Target atleast chipped in and tried to push, making it go a little faster.
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Avani White - "!F[_]"
Entourage: "Jet" and "Cary"
Activity: Being shot at in Springvale

Was Avani shocked to be shot at? No, not at all - though the relatively quick dive behind cover and resulting checking herself for wounds to find nothing? That... actually caught her off guard. Somehow additionally so that the dog appeared friendly to her regardless to that she had just been shot at - this dog was a few grades short of kindergarten, but she waved hello to it anyway. "Oh good," she quipped loud enough for the radio to pick it up. "It appears the neanderthals are teaching dogs how to operate transmitters. And I'm not planning on hurting the dog, just making certain raiders hadn't moved into the area again. You know how they are - let them stay and they breed like radiation fueled bacterial infections in a ghoul colony."

Turning her attention to the man the other woman was trying to get an audience with she shook her head - he didn't appear to be a raider either, which was an equally good step in the right direction... even if he was dressed in some form of hybrid power armor outfit she didn't recognize. Maybe he was a surviving Enclave soldier? She hadn't ever seen one, so telling the difference would have been difficult. "Don't mind me." she said to the fellow with a pleasant smile, putting down her gun and giving it a gentle kick out into the open past her cover to show both the man and the sniper she wasn't planning on firing it. "Just be careful with the dog trainer - she's trigger happy."

Pulling off her backpack and staying behind the cover, Avani made a brief check over of the glass she had found earlier - it was shattered from the abrupt movement, but nothing the smelting to remove impurities wasn't going to do to it anyway.
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Antonio watched the corpse fall down before holstering his gun back under the cloak. A voice called out to him making the foreign guy look over at the doors seeing a figure in a weird getup. The wheels turned in his head as the appearance soon began to match up there. As the man was trying to up the crab Antonio walked over to the man and also began to help pulling the dead weight. "I guessing your Bob, right?" The man asked just in case this person just happened to look like the one he was in search for. The chances of it not being him were pretty much slim to none.

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Elenor Rose
Location: In Supermart
Company: Bob, Target. Amazon, Saans, another new guy.


She had walked over to the door way in the back and watched as all the isles started to fall. Giving them a clear view of the front door once the dust had settled. Stuffing the spare clip into her right pocket. Her right hand checked her left pocket. Feeling the magazines for her rifle. Once she was sure she had every thing. The teen would move to pick up the canned meat from the counter before walking around the mess Meryl made. Once she was close to the front door she waited for the new guest to arive.

While waiting for them to enter she took off her backpack and tossed in the food. She would have put more in but it was a small one shoulder bag. Not a full sized military pack. Space was a bit limited. She glanced over to Saans in the back and waved at him to tell him it was okay. Knowing he could see her in the scope. It seamed Bob had a nose for finding friendlys. If it was her she probably wouldn't have been able to befriend Meryl. Only reason she was even sticking around Bob and the others. Was simply Elenor was down to the last of her supplys. Better to be traveling with somebody then no one at all.
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Traveling: Two Merchants, A Caravan guard, An unknown sniper, an unknown third party.
Location: 1/2 a Mile West of Megaton, caravan in standoff.
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Cary had taken a step back at the sound of a shot, he had spun while drawing his Ranger Sequoia and having it pointed at the dogs head. When he saw a walkie in it's mouth User Imageand a voice buzz out over it's airwaves, amplified by his tech stuffed helmet, he took what most people could relate to a gentle sigh of relief, he was on guard but knew that if someone had a dog and it wasn't attacking, was also smart enough to carry a walkie to a destination, then it had to be trained by someone of decent intelligence. He took a knee in front of the dog and took the walkie talkie from it's mouth, playing with the side he found what channel it was transmitting on, then raised his hand to the right side of his helmet, twisting a knob over his right ear and tuned the comm channel in his helmet to the same channel, it was a handy tool now that he was no longer part of the NCR. Carefully he put the walkie back into the dogs mouth and motioned toward the rock with a snap of his finger, the dog may not listen but it was a near universal command for animals and humans alike.
Cary stood again, Sequoia now pointed firmly at the rock, while the other guard nearly s**t himself from the distance shot he had to keep himself calm, his armor was pretty thick and well maintained, although not of the powered variety that was something he always aimed to change, so he would be able to take his fair share of shots if it wasn't a higher grade rifle, even then he might be able to survive a few grazes. This had allowed him to deduce that the dog belonged to the sniper, the sniper requested to speak to him so that led him to believe he wasn't in any immediate danger, from the sniper that is. The other party he had no way of knowing allegiance or intent, all he had seen was a blur of motion moving behind the rock and a laser pistol sliding out, that put him on guard more than the sniper warning shot, no one in the Wastes puts down their weapons that easily without other motives. Now having his weapon aimed at the rock which hid the unknown entity, he slid out of sight behind a roasted house, not much cover but better than nothing, the rubble behind which he hid blocked his path from where he had decided the bullet was most likely to come from with how it had come over his shoulder and past his head.
He made sure the comm channel was still linked and that the Air Filtration system within the helmet was intact, this system would also act as a sort of mask for his real voice, he always had to be careful. Cary talked with a bit of bass in his voice, masked by the gargle of radio transmissions and the hum and crackle of the microphone in the mouth of his mask, "Who are you and why should I not fire back at you right now?" he asked directly, skipping any formalities, he was at a disadvantage, an enemy with a rifle to his back and an unknown enemy that was but feet from him behind the rock, the only tactical advantage he saw was that it would be a three way shootout due to the sniper firing at the third entity first. The sniper had the high ground but hadn't fired on him personally, Cary had the numbers, a second Caravan guard with him and the two merchants with their 10mm pistols, he had no information on the third entity though but they were at least down one laser pistol, through this process he figured a conversation was viable until he gathered data and could react to the situation at hand more thoroughly, twas how one handled a surprise standoff.

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