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Ender whistled as he got an idea and stood up from his chair, scooting it back. He went towards the door at the back of his office, the one leading to the training area. He pulled the key from around his neck and inserted it into the door and turned it, hearing a metal click that was audible. He pushed the heavy steel door on it's hinges and walked inside. Ender walked over to one of the crates that was empty from it's last occupants and pushed three large crates one at a time out of the office and outside to a APC that was parked outside his office. After loading the crates, he locked the training room door and hopped into the driver seat of the APC and whistled as he started up the engine and pulled the shifter into drive and drove out of the base, into the Wastelands.

((Continued in the Wastelands Thread in the Wasteland Subforum.))

Inside the training room, he stood and pondered, scratching his chin with a armored hand and walked over to some of the extra crates laying around, he'd make a makeshift pen for the radscorpions to breed and make more radscorpions. He literally ripped these heavy wooden crates apart with his bare hands and salvaged the nails from the crates by pulling them out and setting them into a pile. Next, he took the sides of the crates and formed a long floor and then made walls and a top, basically a very very large box that ran the length of the back wall of the training room, which was quite large since the room itself was large. The sides came out about eight feet, enough room for them to walk around inside of the box and have room to wander around inside their wooden prison. He hammered in the salvaged nails with his armored fists, not wanting to waste time with finding a hammer or some other hard instrument to hammer the nails in with. He made a door from the hinges of the lids from the boxes at one of the ends of his makeshift large box/pen. Next, he hauled each of the three wooden crates full of both large and small radscorpions and opened the makeshift door of the pen. He pried the top off of each crate in turn and the radscorpions skittered off into the dark interior of the pen, hissing and clattering their claws in what he thought of was a curse. He emptied the last box and bolted the makeshift door, returning the crates to a corner of the training room. Ender walked out of the training room and locked the door behind him. He went outside to the APC and started it up, he had to return it to the Motor Pool for the minimal repairs required. He started up the engine and kicked the shift into drive, heading out towards the Motor Pool.

((Continued at the Motor Pool.))

Ender awoke to hearing heavy weapons fire, what sounded like perhaps a .50 caliber weapon and then one of the turrets echoing throughout the base. The heavy weapons fire sounded like it was coming from one of the watchtowers on the eastern side of the base and quickly snapped himself awake. He ran over to the weapon safe in the corner of the room and used the key around his neck to open the safe. Ender pulled from the safe a Gauss Pistol, which he tucked in the small of his back in the belt holster loop, along with a Gauss Shotgun, which he strapped to his leg with a velcro holster, the weapon very short, but very bulky in it's width, it was of pump action design, where it'd pump another 2mm EC shotgun round into the chamber, all that you'd need with the weapon. He also hefted a Gauss minigun out of the safe, along with a small amount of 2mm EC rounds for both the shotgun and the pistol, which he stuck in a ammo pouch on the belt holster. The guns was already fully loaded, he always ensured that the weapons was loaded at all times, his personal weapons that is. Next, he clipped a few plasma grenades onto his belt, he gave on up using incendiary grenades and opted for the plasma grenades now, much more powerful against flesh with the superheated plasma that it sent out, searing flesh from bone most of the time. He already had the twin Desert Eagle .45 and the twin Scorpios holstered at his hips and his inner thighs, along with extra clips for the Desert Eagles in ammo pouches on the belt. Ender took off after arming himself, bursting through his office door hard enough to send it crashing open and then banging shut behind him as he ran towards the sound of the gunfire coming from one of the watchtowers.

((Continued at The Watchtower Thread in the Wasteland Subforum.))

Ender was shifting through the filing cabinets when Twixi walked in, he was looking for some file or another. He only had a second's notice before the mechanic barged in, normally, he would of perhaps scolded her or beat her down with a electric cattle prod, but he knew what it was about, his APC and that was fine. "Ah, my APC is ready and cleaned, good good, Thank You." She pulled out a notepad and placed it on his desk, asking him to sign the release form for the parts. Ender stood, leaning over the large wooden desk with a pen in hand and scribbled his name on the notepad and handed it back to Twixi. "There you go, all signed for, dismissed." Ender then turned around and began digging through the filing cabinets again, looking for specific aerial photographs of some area or another.

Ender muttered something from behind the filing cabinet, something that sounded like "Your Welcome" as he mumbled something about where in the hell the file was while the Junior Knight departed from the office. He slammed a file drawer and pulled another one open, flipping through the tops of the labels on the files, he finally pulled one out, and spread the contents of the file out on his desk, a very old map of a place called "Washington D.C.", he always had a interest in what was said to be the nation's capital, how great it must of been as he looked the aerial photographs, showing a old picture of how it was before and how it was seen recently, still relatively intact for the most part. He sat down in his black leather chair and examined the photographs.

((Sorry, as you know, Ender isn't one for small talk in his personal character, mostly the typical leader, concentrating on things at hand, dismissing soldiers after being finished with them, etc.))

Ender sat behind his desk as the Junior Knight walked in, explaining his request and Ender responded, steepling his fingers as he spoke. "Your aware that having such a modification, if either of those two large fuel cells are hit, that it'll not only take out you, but would put your fellow soldiers in danger? They would be quite obvious targets and adding armor to shield them would add even more weight, perhaps making it difficult in mobility, slowing you down even more. Modifying the weapons to take large energy cells isn't the problem, neither is "bolting" them to your environmental suit, it's just the extensive modification that would probably have to be done to the environmental armor itself, which we try to keep to the original armors in our military organization. If those cables were damaged or somehow cut, which is also a likely chance in combat, you'd have two dead pistols and that extra weight to carry around. But if you'd like to try, without making alot of changes to the suit itself, then you have permission to do so, even though I admit that I don't like such larger modifications of weaponry and environmental suits, but it'll be your largest weakness and will only hinder you in combat, one hit and your gone when the fuel cells explode. That or if you do a roll or hit a rock, you always pose the danger of either exploding those fuel cells or damaging or perhaps even severing the cable to the guns. But see what you come up with, I suppose as a test."

(( http://freelancer.ag.ru/fallout/bos_grenades_eng.shtml
I would also like to suggest adding the grenades on this page that we dont already have listed to the weapons and armor list. Also, I would like to have their smaller counterparts added to my canister rifle arsenal. Finally I also suggest you look at some of the chemical items and tools. They seem like they would be usefull in the BoS.))

Ender unsteepled his fingers and leaned back heavily in his chair with the Junior Knight sitting in front of him in one of the guest chairs. "It's my duty to think of details on new weapons and armor being created and all of their faults. I know about the situation about the small energy cells, but their more abundant than the large fuel cells. The portable solar charger could definitely be a idea to work on to perhaps recharge the small energy cells. I'd suggest going to the research lab and working on the project if you wish to go through with it. I'd say it may produce some interesting results."