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 Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 4:38 pm
The old vault held many secrets masked by time in the old lighting. A musky smell hung in the air that played hell with his nose. He had yet to find the generator when he encoutered many young rats which he dispatched easily with his shotgun. It wasn't untill his flash light began to flicker when something large shifted out of the shadows, thru the light and back into the shadows again. Spectre gave the shotgun a pump to extract the last spent round & chamber a new one. "...You ******** I know your there so where ar..." WAM! A hulking beast broadsides him from the left knocking him to the ground and freeing the shotty from his grip. "...b*****d!..." Spectre growls from behind gritted teeth as he wrestled with gaint rat. His gloved hands hold the fur from the rats cheeks back so that it don't simply bite his head off. Spectre fumbles with his Colt's holster catch before he finally gets it draw up under the rats jaw. Now with one hand gripping his pistol and the other holding off the rats vicious attack he fires dry his 7 round magazine into the beasts head. It's brains and fluids plaster the ceiling tiles a rich reddish color. Specte gives a sigh of relief as he shoves the stinking hulk off atop him then gets up. The wind was knocked completely out of his lungs and he now found i.t hard to even breath. He holsters his pistol then staggers back up the elevator then back to the scouter then finallyback to the base....
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 8:49 pm
Alex drove steadily onwards. The scout car he was in picked a trail of dust behind him. The radio buzzed occasionally, picking uo the signals of other cars or other transmissions.
A large butte of rock appeared in the horizon and Alex made bearing towards it.
The butte was just the precusor into a giant canyon of rocks formations. Alexandre drove the scout car as high as it could go on the steep side of the butte. A small eroded rock plane served as an easy path for the vehicle, but Alex had to leave it behind when the path became to narrow for the scout car to cross. Instead, Alex took the weapons he had brought along and climbed the rest of the way up the mountain.
Upon reaching the horizontal plane of the butte, Alex laid out his weapons and set up camp. After several trips he brought out a tent from the car and the radio in order to stay in contact with the base.
He put his sniper rifle on a stand and scanned the canyon for any life before making sure he could take a few risks and take a nap.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 7:54 pm
he had managed to collect proper attirement before being driven from
the Trymann barracks to the wastelands. He carried himself through trails out there once in his ife & once more he found himself in the town of Quincy in the arms of that bleach blonde beauty....
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 5:28 pm
Alex brushed his body from the dust that had accumulated on his body from the mild wind blowing sediment from the south. He picked up his sniper rifle and laid it by his side as he looked around from the top of the mesa. He put the enhanced binoculars and stared through it, making a sweep of everything around him. It was night and the few things that caught his attention at all was a big fire, around which several raiders squatted. A truck with what looked like an outdated gatling gun sat perched on a odd metal contraption. Alex increased the magnification and stared at the sight before him. The raiders were clearly in BOS territory, the fringes of it, but its territory nontheless. Alexandre could clearly make out seven raiders, thier guns were old, outdated but lethal. They were definitally intent on the raid of the nearby village obvious enough by each raiders continual glance in the direction of the establishments.
Alex loaded his sniper rifle and waited. Finally, one of the raiders left the glow of the fire to urinate, and Alex seized his chance. He dropped the raider with a good shot to the head. The sound of his gun was muffled by a large silencer.
One of the raiders grew impatient, and after appearing to call his companion, got up and walked with another to find the lost raider. They found him lying slumped on the ground, behind a rocky outcrop. Alex targeted both of the puzzled raiders and after two successively quick shots, killed them in silence.
"bullseye" muttered Alex.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 8:38 pm
Days is all that he could describe of how long he'd been out in the wastes. He'd been out of his mind quiet literally just wondering form place to place leaving dead bodies as he came & went. Spectre watched as the mans eyes buldged out of his sockets as his hands grasped spectre's arms trying to pry them away from his throat. Spectre's pressure increased and he watched as the last breath of life left the mans body; he went limp and fell to the earth. One person did try to stop Spectre but that person ended up with a hail of 9mm rounds to his chest. Spectre left the town with the same dazed out look & feeling as when he first arrived.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 12:59 pm
CFAR exited through the south gate seeing Alex have fun with his rifle. CFAR turned on the headlights of the humvee the new intiate sitting in the passanger seat wearing full combat gear, helmet, armor, rifle, grenades. CFAR smirked as the new intiate continuasly scanned the flat land around the base. CFAR went throught the standard checkpoints and then eventually noticed that there was a glow off in the distance, he hadn't noticed it since he was focusing on the road in front of him making sure not to hit rocks, animals and the occasional tradesman. "So intiate whats your name? Where you from? What made you want to join th brotherhood?" he asked about a mile out from the base and begining to drive around it and ensuring that it was quiet on the western front.
"The names Dan Mc Coy. I'm from New Reno! I came down here hearning how it was the sole surving law enforcers in the western lands. I figured with all the s**t thats always happening in New Reno someone needs to take action especially with the gangs increasing. The drug Jet is comming back supposidly theres something new in it to make it more addictive. I mean thinking that drugs would have been gone after the bombs dropped but it always finds a way." he said looking out and checking his rifle. The westernfront seemed quiet... to quiet.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 1:22 pm
The remaining four raiders by the campfire began to get jittery, they called out for thier comarades and when they didn't return they grabbed thier weapons and armor and beagn to walk towards the inert bodies of thier fellow friends, lying a little out of the way from the glow of the campfire.
One of the raiders spotted the fallen bodies and all of the raiders ran to inspect the find. Alex sighted the apparent leader of the group and dropped the large man. The body fell to the ground with a crash and the other three raiders looked up with surprise. They were more intelligent than the usual raiders and they immidiately realized that there must have been a sniper around the area. They ran straight to thier vehicle, a modified humvee and locked the doors. One of them started the engine and the cars lights turned on, illuminating the chasm that they were in. The raider pumped the engine and with a roar, the car sped up from
Alex aimed for the tires of the large armored car and managed to burst three of the four. The car spun out of control and after bouncing off a large rock it smashed into the wall of the chasm. The raiders were hurled out of the vehicle through the doors, but the driver wasn't so lucky, his head richocheted off of the dashboard with such velocity that he left a huge red smear on the dials. The other raiders were know directly under Alex. They had unlucklily sped off in the wrong direction. Alex laughed, the sound filled up the small canyon and echoed around, making the voice appear from all directions and no direction at the same time. With a relish Alex dropped two incendiary grenades on the dazed and crouched raiders, who were still recovering from thier brusque crash. They burst into flame and began to bat their arms like mad bees. Within minutes they were on the ground, smouldering and Alex covered his nose before the smell of burned skin reached his nose.
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 7:53 am
"I can't wait for some action! It'll be great to see how good my weapons skills are! I've been practicing on the firing range quite a bit." he said rolling down the window and spitting out the open window. "hey can we take a pit stop i need to use the lou" he said as the humvee slowed down and then stopped. The intiate climbed out in his bulky gear and started releaving himself.
CFAR got out of the vechical and stretched his arms and legs and then began scanning the area. Normally there would be at least one visable bon fire or camp fire due to traders, merchants and the occassional raiders moving from one location to another, but tonight... tonight was pitch black. the only sign of light came from the base, there was no moon tonight which made CFAR a bit edgey. "Hey dan lets go..." he said climbing back into the humvee.
"Almost done sir... Just a little more to-" there was a ping against the side of the humvee as Dan was in mid sentence. Dan stopped urinating and staggerd a few steps back. He turned around hearing CFAR say something. He could now see that he had been shot from something but it was visable now that the light of the humvee illuminated the area.
CFAR could still see him standing and appeared to finish doing his buisnees. "Come on Dan lets get out of here..." Dan had turned around his hand placed the right side above the torso except he now had blood coming from his mouth. "s**t!" the intiate fell his upper body landding on the passanger seat. CFAR quickly grabbed hte boy by his lower pants and pulled him in as the humvee recived another ping to the side. Suddenly out of nowhere a giant flood of lights from multiple vechicals ranging from small mopeds, buggys to what appeared to be humvee's and what appeared to be large trucks. CFAR started the car and hastely sped off towards the base.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 4:56 am
"THIS IS SQUIRE CFAR CALLING ANY BOS FORCES!! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK BY LARGE RAIDER FORCES!! WE HAVE A MAN DOWN!! GUNSHOT WOU-" CFAR pushed the petal to the floor and turned right. CFAR had just barley dodged what looked like a rocket, these guys must have gotten this stuff from a military base or somewhere in New Reno. CFAR heard the constant ratteling on the back of the humvee as it was being pounded by ammunition rounds. CFAR continued evasive manuvers looking into his cracked side mirror. CFAR heard a nois of the port side of the car and there was a raider on a dirt bike with a gun slung over his arm. The raider was close enough to grab but CFAR decided to be mean. He kicked open the door and it hit the biker making him swerve out of control and into a dune buggy, forcing that to tip over after rolling over it. CFAR reached to close the door but it got ripped off by a hail of bullets. The base up ahead and hopfully maned and ready to go within the time it took to get there. Dan was having trouble breathing and coughing. CFAR heard the rattel of grenades on his belt and grabbed a random one and pulled it from the belt tossing it out the open door. The humvee rocked as freamentation grenade wnt off followed by three more. "s**t! Were the hell is my covering fire?!" he said behind clentched teeth driving to the gate.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 1:20 pm
CFAR could see the open gates of the base of course there was no one on duty to close them right behind him and of course that seemed like the only other way to get in or out. CFAR sped towards it still straffing right and left. The back of the humvee was filled with holes and if he had attempted to he could probably push off the back of the trunk. CFAR hit a large bump on the road and would have soared into the saftey of the base only if he hadn't ben hit on the bumper by a rpg round. The humve flipped in the air and spiralled everything seemed to go slow the shattering of glass, the lifless body of Dan hitting the celing the .50 cal crashing through the roof and slicing open the side of his head and arm, it quickly resumed back to normal time. The humvee lande and rolled into the base. The foward end of the humvee facing the outside, also being flipped upside down and staring at the edge of the base and the beginig of wastelands. CFAR's ears were ringing the light from the base was illuminating the area around the base and the inside of it. CFAR looked around to see dan on the ground outside torn in half his legs caught in the passenger window and his torso out on the ground still bleeding. CFAR slowly fumbeled for the seat belt still holding him inplace, he heard a click and fell to the roof of the automobile. CFAR crawled out through the window having his hands pull him out of the vechical and onto the asphalt of the base and stood up staggering slightly and then watching the raider that had attacked him turn away from the base, CFAR was slightly confused butthen rembered the intiate dan. CFAR ran over to the man ignoring the fact that he had little to no function in his left arm prbably paralized. CFAR picked up the still blood pumping lump of flesh but he probably was already dead and just being drained of what was left. CFAR could see the Medical center and grabbed the bodies collar and began dragging him there with his right arm.
-Continued in medical center-
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 5:01 pm
((You do know that the walls and gate of the base are protected by automatic turrets? Especially on the watchtower areas and gate.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 1:56 am
ender_169 ((You do know that the walls and gate of the base are protected by automatic turrets? Especially on the watchtower areas and gate.)) -Yeah i know hence why the raider turned around before getting any closer to the base.-
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 12:14 pm
CFAR ender_169 ((You do know that the walls and gate of the base are protected by automatic turrets? Especially on the watchtower areas and gate.)) -Yeah i know hence why the raider turned around before getting any closer to the base.- ((Ah, okay, was just making sure. xp ))
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 8:38 pm
There was little else remaining of the raiders. Alex even tried scanning with the binoculars, but there was no real need. There was no one around for miles.
He stuff the binoculars back into the carrying case and lay his guns into the Scout Car he had borrowed. He turned on the ignition and the headlights beamed into the darkness of the sky as he slowly backed the car down the slope of the butte he was on. He drove past the crash sight and dismounted from the car to pick up several of the weapons that the raiders had used, as well as any technology that might be beneficial to the BOS. Finding nothing aside from old Kalishnikovs, Alex digustingly threw the guns into the trunk of the car, and was about to walk to the drivers seat when he noticed a glimmer from one of the raider cars. He turned around and pried open the door of the wrecked truck and found what the raiders had scavenged from god knew where. A box of polished EMP grenades glimmered in the light of the fire, still flickering on the corpses of the two unlucky raiders. Alex gapped the box and shoved it into the trunk of the car and came back to scavenge more. A metallic box lay on the backseat of the raider truck. It had an LCD screen on it, but aside from that, there was no apparent practicality to it, nor did Alex recognize its practicality. It seemed like it was out of power, becuase it remained inert even after several prods Alex gave it. He pocketed the gadget, figuring that CFAR would handle it,
Alex lumbered back to the Scout Car and gunned the engine. He drove the Car out of the labyrinth of mesas and buttes that dotted the landscape of the wastelands, and onto a straight course to the BOS base.
After a few messages on the radio, and a few hours, Alex passed through the BOS gates to return the Scout car back to the Motor Pool.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 9:37 pm
I pulled out my modified 9 mm Beretta (98 combat) out of the holder and checked to see if the gun was fully loaded before reholstering it, satisfied that the modified handgun held 18 9mm rounds, with one inside the chamber. The H&K MP5 SMG in my arms held up to 30 9mm rounds, Three incendiary grenades are strapped to my vest. I checked what available ammunition I had at my disposable in case I should use up the clips for my guns, three pistol clips hung on the belt for easy access, same for the four SMG Clips strapped to my vest, combat knife strapped over my left shoulder . I felt that carrying incendiary was a bit of over kill but when one travels out into the wilderness anything labeled as a weapon would be a requirement to survive the brutal landscape.
As I continued sweating underneath the scorching sun, the leather armor wasn't doing much to keep me cool, I recalled an interesting report of a small number of raiders that have survived the Brotherhood's wrath, over five months ago, heading out into the east, and establishing a base of operations in the East Coast of the Former US, slowly but sure their base has been expanding within the region. With the Brotherhood currently trying to coexisting with the mutants, reeducating the tribals and learning about survival in the wilderness, and uniting the inhabitants of the Midwest, and the older Brotherhood eliminating the fanatical mutants and human degenerates of the West Coast, they were only able to send a company of volunteering BOS soldiers towards the east coast. I was one of the few to volunteer and sent towards the forgotten landscapes of the east coast, locate the Raider base of operations and disrupt their base of Operations.
For all I know I'm the only BOS soldier who's willing to track the raiders all the way to the east coast. Luckiy I borrowed BOS scout vehicle making looking for raider tracks a bit easier, and plus infinite gasoline. Unfortunately I failed to realized until I passed the Missouri stateline that I was suppose to sign up for the Scout vehicle. Eh... too late for that now tracking those raiders is a first priority. Hopefully I'll be able to run into the other BOS members hunting the surviving raiders down, right now I'll have to hunt me some food mainly a komodo dragon to keep me full for quite some time.
Journal 1 of BOS Initiate
Souske Sagara
Current State: Missouri
Temp Base of Operations: A lightly barricaded gasoline station
If I'm alive by tomorrow I'll check out the abandoned National Guard Armory for more supplies, and hopefully reestablish it as a forwards base of operations for the other BOS members who should find it.
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