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 Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 2:00 pm
Brutus sighed and cracked one side of his neck.
"A guy tries to be civil..."
He strode forward casualy, several bullets burrowing into his flesh. When at last he was upon them, his spear's head was rammed through a guard's neck. The man gurgled before falling to the ground dead; a pool of his own blood staining the sand beneath. The majority of the fire was now concentrated on the massive man before them, and it was clear that the guards had never fought a mutant before, let alone one of Brutus' caliber. One guard began to flee in fear, firing his gun wildly while back-peddling.
"Screw this!"
Immedietly Chris began to bark orders at him to get back into the fight and stop wasting ammo. A knife lodged itself into the guard's neck resulting in a loud thud as he otherwise silently fell to the ground. In all of Brutus' time in the wastes, he had only seen one person throw knives with such persision.
"I know only one person who could achieve such a kill..."
His smile widened as he lifted the third guard off the ground and knocked his gun out of his hands.
"My little sis is here..."
The man is his grasp squirmed and tried to flail wildly, to no avail. He was kept relatively motionless as a hand clasped over his face and jerked his neck to one side. The loud CRACK! ended the man's life.
Chris only had one guard remaining and it was the man Wahrer had wounded previously. Chris was running by now, several feet away in an attempt to flee while his bodyguard lay on the ground bleeding out slowly. Brutus hefted his spear and heaved it with one mighty arm at the merchant's head. The spear head missed it's intended mark, falling short and planting itself in the back of his leg.
"Neither of them are going anywhere any time soon."
With that he turned around and faced the rock that Wahrer had hidden behind and began to run. Just as he came up to it he slowed and bent forward in an attempt to hide himself from the two behind it.
"Ok... it's safe now, you can come out."
He waited a few seconds and peeked over the rock's top and saw the person he had missed the most in his time away. Almost instantly his eyes began to water and his hands began to shake.
"Hi sis."
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 3:31 pm
Wahrer stumbled around for a second and finally he caught the shoulder of Lyanah. He looked at the mess he and his friends made. "Well thats not the first time i manhandled a merchant, and not the worst reply." Wahrer stretched like he woke up and smiled, like he never had been shot. "So you guys hungry? I got a couple a bags of chips." Wahrer grabbed a bag Cheetos and sat down. Wahrer was munching away noticing Brutus' watery eyes. "Um uh whats wrong Brutus?" his words were followed by a loud crunch of cheetos.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 4:29 pm
Lyanah had been about to say something to the rather confident and not in the least bit remorsful Wahrer but it finally clicked in her head, Brutus was standing there. She straightened from her crouch staring at him for a moment, tears filling her own eyes as well. How long had it been? How long ago was it that her grandfather had left the Brotherhood with the intentions of finding him self, centering him self, and now finally to stand before her. Home.
The last span of time when Brutus was gone had seen the Brotherhood through alot of changes. Friendships were made and broken, but all had missed Brutus. Her grandfather had been a strong and very much present part of the Brotherhood before his absense. He'd ben a vital part of many attacks and battle stratagies, and a vital part of all of their lives. Seeing him go was not something she would forget, especially with the battle that had preceeded his leaving replaying in her head daily.
With all the duties the Brotherhood had for the individual soon enough Brutus's absence, though duly noted time and time again, had been set to the back of her mind. She didn't like to think about it, it only brought on sadness that, with all that the average soldier had to put up with, wouldn't let up for quite a while. That kind of mentality was never good to have, especially in war situations where one persons depression could affect a whole squadron of soldiers.
Forgetting for a moment that she needed to retrieve her knife, it was one of her favorites a light blade with a silver handle simle yet ornate in the mere simplicity of it, she took two strides getting ontop of the rock and launched herself at him her arms barely circling around his neck so she could hold on. All of this was done in less than a second as she'd become hardly aware of anything else around her, except for the fact that some where in the back of her mind she realized she really wanted to steal Wahrers cheetos! Holding tight to Brutus despite his great size and her ever so tiny frame which only ever seemed to get slimmer a grin broke through, "BRUTUS!! YOUR BACK!! YOU'VE COME HOME!!!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 6:59 pm
Sounds of joy filled the air as Brutus and Lyanah hugged. She was suspended far off the ground as she lept to hug him, and he held her close, albeit gently, to his chest. Tears streaked down the sides of his face and his heart raced in his chest. A loud sob came from his mouth as he thought of how stupid he had to be to leave this person, this one human who loved him so much and showed it. The thought was dismissed as he laughed, sniffing to clear his sniuses and then threw Lyanah intot he air a few times, catching her in his mighty hands only to be thrown again. After this was done a few times he rested her on his shoulder and looked up at her.
"I sure did miss you Lil Sis... life didnt seem quite right without'cha."
He slund the bag on his back over his shoulder and dug into it, the moans of the two dying men in the distance now relacing the silence.
"I got somethin for you sis! You gotta close your eyes though... it's a surprise!"
He retrieved what he was looking for and, after checking to make sure that her eyes were closed, he presented it to her.
"Ok! Open 'em!"
The little sewn doll was dwarfed by his mighty hand.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 7:11 pm
She laughed tears running down her own cheeks as well and settled into her familiar spot on his shoulder. Doing as she was told she closed her eyes tight and then opened them to find a small doll in Brutus' hand. Her smile softened as she reached out and hugged it close. "Brutus...grandfather...I love it...I really love it..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 9:58 pm
"Hey!? whats with the tears. Here take a bag of doritos." Wahrer chucked a bag of doritos at Brutus, they hit him and bounced off and landed back in his hands. He threw them again with the same result. "Well i guess you two are reminiscing so i'll just wait here." Wahrer grabbed some deer jerky and tore the bag open with his teeth and his mouth acted as a black hole.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 6:47 am
"I'm glad you like it sis, I know you're a little old to be playing with these things... but i figured you's still like it."
He smiled and then scracthed his armpit before continuing.
"What've you been up to while I was gone sis? Do anythin fun or exciting?"
When the Doritos landed in his hands he looked at them quizicaly before handing them to Lyanah as well.
"Not really sure what these things are... they're food right?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 8:24 am
Lyanah laughed ripping open the doritos and placing one in brutus's big hand. "Yes their food, just all packaged up, and for some reason Wahrer seems to always have a never ending supply of this stuff!!" Pausing to eat a couple chips she shrugged. "As for what i've been up to...nothing much really! We've all just been doing the normal training and things there hasn't really been any big time battles etc. And pranks are harder to pull when i didnt have my wingman to do all the heavylifting and stuff!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 2:52 pm
"Well they aren't never ending but i also got, uhhhh, some bottle water." Wahrer chucked a bottle of water landing it in between Lyanah and Brutus. Though Wahrer knew it wasn't his conversation he still had to ask something. "Uh what happened to you again Brutus?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 6:48 pm
((sorry it to took so long xp ))
Brutus leaned backward, cracking the bones in his back with a grunt before he straightened back up and chuckled once more.
"I have some friends to the far north, a tribe of natives in a land of white sand that is horribly cold. I had sought thier help unintentionaly once before... back in another time when I was facing hardships I could not seem to conquer. I visted them and thier wisdom helped me open my eyes to the beauty that is life. They made me realize that I have much more than I once thought. A shinning example is this little one right here."
He patted Lyanah on the head lightly and smiled.
"Many people fight for different reasons. Some seek revenge, others closure, others still for worldly gains. I used to fight because fighting was all i knew how to do. I was a mindless drone used to fulfill the commands of a horrible master, but i broke free from his chains. I once fought for revenge... and I killed one of my only remaining family members to achieve it."
His head lowered as he remembered that day... the day he killed his blood brother, Karl. The fight had been long, and Brutus managed to challenge Karl to a duel to the death, his own death more than a possibility. The punches exchanged, the horrible laughter of onlooking guards... it all seemed to linger in his bones... but only long enough to remember. He quelled the thought almost as soon as it came, no longer dwelling on what had been, but what was now.
"I've done some horrible things in my life... but it does me no good to focus on them. I fight because I have someone who loves me, and someone who I want to protect. My Lil Sis may be all I got, but I know that I'm wealthier than the richest merchant in the wastes."
His smile grew, revealing his crooked sharp teeth.
"I cant forget my other friends though! Alex and the Boss, Zaid, Fina and a few others. Everyone here at least tolerates me, and I guess thats all I could ever ask of them."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:20 am
Kratos watched in fear that Lyanah's head was going to be crushed just from a simple pat on the head. Wahrer feared no man in battle, but outside of war he was a timid, mild man. "Well its getting rather boring here and now its dark... the wastes aren't safe at night." Wahrer pulled down his gas mask only for the night vision sight in the eye holes. "Trust me, I came here all the way from Germany. How you might ask? That I don't tell to anybody unless they are really close. NOT that you aren't." Wahrer stood up and started walking when from nowhere he heard "Uhhh what about ME!?" Its was Chris, Wahrer turned around and through a bottle of water and chips at him "that'll last awhile, make it count." Wahrer stood waiting for Brutus and Lyanah.
(( i just edited it to add Chris's name))
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:44 am
"Germ-many? What is Germ-many? Is it a really dirty place?"
He scratched his chin in thought, then remembered Chris as he shouted out.
"Oh yeah... i need my spear back."
He walked over to Chris and extracted his spear from the back of his leg, kneeling down to speak to him.
"Look, none of us wanted to fight, but you attacked us first. I know my friend was rash and acted unkindly towards you but we were simply willing to walk away... please do not think unkindly of us or our organization... we're simply trying to get by just like yourself."
He reached into his pack and extraced a Stimpack, placing it in the weak hand of the merchant.
"Get well and continue your life. I do not think you are an evil man, therefore you deserve a second chance. Use it well."
With that he got back to his feet, wiping the blood off of his spear on Chris' jacket before turning and reuniting with his Sister and new brother.
"So friends... where should we be off to now?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:51 am
((sorry to Lyanah if she wanted to post here))
"well Brutey, can i call ya Brutey? Germany is a country mutch like the USA that we are in now, it has it's own language like us. But when i was there i was in the waffen SS, some ofthe most elite soldiers in the world." Wahrer stopped to think about the SS. He realized he was giving a mutant a history lesson. "Sorry i got lost with my own beloved thoughts of Germany, you have Lyanah i have Germany." Wahrer smelt the smell of an SS officer that only he could recognize, to other it smelt of grass, "we must move, the eyes are upon us."
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 5:35 pm
It was dark as Damion rode his Humvee into the shell of a town. He had his low running lights on so as not to draw undue attention to himself. It made for dangerous driving at high speed but more than enough for carefully manuvering around the wasteland. Before him were three vehicles already parked at a gas station and behind him was a civilian truck with a tarp over the bed.
Sloppy, he thought as he watched the "guards" patroling the area. The represenatives (Raiders, every one of them either by direct participation or through business), must had just arrived an hour or so before him. They were milling about without having established any decent firing positions with only a basic lookout on the roof of the gas station. Somebody had even started a fire in a barrel for some warmth.
That was either gutsey or stupid. The area was patroled by Brotherhood forces and on top of that there was rumor of Death Claws having moved in to this particular area. As it was the town served as a minor trade hub and rest area. Not many people lived here for any length of time and mostly came and went with the caravans.
Five cars out in the middle of the wasteland. A lot is at stake here. The Raiders are either desperate or they have generous new friends. Although it was harsh and desolate, the Wasteland was far from uninhabited. There were a lot of people who did not like the Brotherhood intervention in the area who would gladly spend a few measly bucks on cheap weapons and ammo just to make trouble for them.
That was where Damion came in at this junction. As a former Enclave soldier, it made himself a valuable comodaty; a compitant gun for heir. Right now he was pulling escort for some gun runners through Brotherhood territory. It was ballsey and it meant they would, at times, have to deviate from the safer paths to avoid patrols but the money was good.
The Humvee came to a stop and Damion looked at his drive and long time friend, Jackson. With a nod, they got out of the vehicle and made sure their weapons were clearly visible on their persons. There were three other people in the Humvee, one being the gunner for the roof-mounted fifty cal. Both of the other two got out and fallowed their leader in. Behind them, the civilian truck waited in view but too far out to be caught in a surprise attack. It would remain there until it recieved an all clear sign.
One of the Raider vehicles was little more than a two-seat buggy. Another was a jeep that seemed to function as their major transport. The third was a salvaged and reconstructed flatbed transport truck. There appeared to be twelve Raiders in all.
As Damion walked into the camp one of the Raiders came out to meet him. He was fallowed by a chunk of dirty looking under fed and lean thug types. "Can I help you," the leader said.
"I seem to be lost," Damion replied. "I am looking for Kansas City."
"Nothing there but cinder and fallout. You can find that anywhere."
"Then call me a tourist."
The Raider looked thoughtful then grinned. That was a pre-arranged code for identifying themselves during this meeting.
"You brought it all?"
"I did. It is yours so long as you brought the payment."
"Yes, yes. It is all here. Bring that truck of yours in and we'll make trade."
"Show me the payment," Damion insisted.
"Show me the guns."
"That's not part of the deal. You know me better than that."
"I have never met you before."
"But I am sure you know of me anyway. All those storys are true."
The Raider didn't look happy but he didn't argue after that. Wastelanders were a supersticious lot. He waved another one of his guys forward who carried an old vinal bag. The carrier set the bag down between Damion and the leader then backed up. Jackson signaled for one of the others on their side to check the bag. When the man looked up and nodded instead of having his head blown off, then Damion was content.
"Take that back to the truck and tell them to bring the goods up. We have ourselves a trade."
Two people escorted the payment to the pickup truck while Damion and Jackson chatted with the Raiders. They had just arrived to the pickup when the gunner on the Humvee yelled and tried to swing his massive turret-houmted heavy machine gun to his right. There was a crash and an animal sound as something big and strong hit the side of the Humvee with enough force to rock it violently.
"What the <********>," Jackson yelled as he side-stepped away from Damion and leveled his micro Galil at the Raiders.
Damion also brought up his weapon, a M1014 semi-automatic shotgun. "What are you pulling," he demanded.
"Nothing," the raider said. He looked confused and shocked. "I pull noghing!"
By now there were shouts from the pickup as they investicated the sound. A burst of mighty fifty cal ammo could be heard fallowed by a howel. Moments later the Humvee was overturned as another creature piled into it. Together they turned the utility vehicle on its roof, killing the gunner.
"Death Claws!"
One of the Raiders said it. Weapons came out all around but some of the Raiders ran for their cars. The big transport truck was already starting its engines even as a scream was heard from one of the roof tops. There goes their lookout. It ended abruptly.
"Get to the truck," Damion yelled. "Get out of here!"
Of course, the Death Claw was between them and the truck. The Raider was cross between saving his a** and saving the rather significant investment he had just made in guns and ammo. The indecision cost them dearly as many were wanting to escape with their lives rather than face the Wasteland's most deadly creature.
Gunfire sounded from the pickup truck in Damion's party. Bullets from that direction came dangerously close to the gathered people, sending Damion and a few of the Raiders diving for cover. Something was attacking the truck. Something else was coming this way fast.
Jackson fired his assault rifle into the oncoming beast, managing only to piss it off. The fully grown Death Clow swatted him aside and ran past, diving into the mess of panicked Raiders and leaving the gunman with a concussion and a gash in his chest.
Damion ran to his side and checked to see if he was still alive. He was, so the former Enclave soldier grabbed the back of his trench coat and began dragging the two hundred and fourty pound man toward the wrecked Humvee. As long as the Death Claw was occupied with Raiders they had a chanse to escape.
"What's going on over there! Romeo, answer me! What is your status?"
He was yelling toward the truck where the remaineder of his people were. An answer came back moments later.
"We're fine. Had to put down that critter."
"Get over here and help me with Jackson. He is hurt."
"Right, boss!"
The two gunners met Damion at the overturned Humvee. While they began carrying him to the truck, Damion looked inside the Humvee and found that his gunner was definatively dead. That was a shame, really. The man was a good shot.
He climbed out of the Humvee and was about to run to the truck when he heard another animal scream. Turning around, he saw the Death Claw who had attacked the Raiders pick up the buggie and smash one of the Wastelanders with it. Then he lifted the vehicle again, turned, and looked right at Damion. Light though it was, he didn't want to try his hand at catching an airborn dune buggie.
He crawled back into the Humvee and braced himself before the buggie hit it. It rocked the overturned vehicle then continued on, rolling toward the truck. His gun runners had finished loading Jackson and decided Damion was on his own. They hopped on and gunned it, driving out of the rest station as fast as they could.
"Son of a b***h," he said.
Crawling out of the wreck, he saw that he was now stranded. The grown Death Claw was chasing the Raider Jeep and had forgotten about him but he had another problem to worry about. There were three smaller versions of the viscious adults on the roof of the gas station. All of them hopped to the ground and began rushing toward the mangled bodies strewn about.
"s**t, s**t, s**t!"
Damion grabbed a pack from the back seat and pulled himself from the Humvee. He climbed on top of the wreck and reached into the pack to pull out a small brick of rare and powerful composition C4. Knowing it was only a matter of time before he was spotted, he armed the explosive and stuck it up under the battery capaciters, where the fuel tank would normally reside.
One of the young killers looked up for a wastelander body it had been gnawing on and saw Damion. It howled and got the attention of its brothers, both of whome fallowed suit. They were intent on getting another kill out of this hunting party.
He stood and brought his Browning Automatic Rifle up to bare. Taking aim, he fired in steady bursts at the Death Claws, using the weapon's heavy 30-06 rounds to take them down one at a time. The first fell and so too did the second. He ran out of ammo before the third one succumb to the steel rain. Wounded, it lept onto the overturned Humvee but was promptly shoved off by a powerful rifle-butt to its face. Damion reloaded then finished the creature off.
There he stood, now alone and wary of his surroundings. Those who survived had stolen away on their vehicles by now, including his own people. Inside the Humvee was enough weaponry and material to suppliment a small war. Getting to it would be hazardous with Death Claws around. He had a plan for dealing with them but it was a one-time shot. If there were any more than the one that chased off the Jeep than he would be in trouble.
Phaelan is still in the truck, he thought to himself. His pet, a mighty wolf from the Northen territories, had been left to keep the drivers in the pickup truck honest. When Damion did not return the animal would become restless and no doubt come looking for him. He was glad for this as the animal would not realize what was about to happen. No matter how good a wolf was it was no match against these mutated killers.
So he waited.
Minutes ticked by and slowly, little by little, he could make out movement in the night. Of course he had an advantage because of his cybernetics. He could track a target by its body heat. The Death Claw was bleeding but still very much alive and it was coming back to survay the damage and claim its kills.
"There you are, you son of a b***h."
Impatient and angered at the ambush, Damion shouldered his rifle and began firing shots at the Death Claw. Some rounds hit but the animal refuced to die and seemed to melt into the terrain around it. It was troubling how easily and quickly something so big could get around. But when it did rear its head it was given reason to hide once more.
Suddenly the hammer locked and the gun would not answer his trigger finger. He was out of ammo. The creature had made its way ever closer as he tried to shoot it. Had he been too agressive, too eager to punish the animal? Yeah, probably. His training kicked in and he began pulling another mag at once but the pause was all the Death Claw needed.
It sprung from the buildings and rushed toward him. Damion just slammed a mag home and worked the action to chamber a round by the time the mutant was upon him. It landed half on-half off of the ruined Humvee and grabbed the BAR from his hands before tossing it away. Damion kicked it square in the head but that did little. Its return was much more telling as it socked him in the chest and sent him to the ground with a thud. The impact pushed what breath remained from his lungs.
He curled into a ball and struggled to breath. His lungs took in a panicked breath of sweet wasteland air just as the creature mounted the wreck fully. It looked down on him with obvious intelligence in its slit pupil eyes. These were the eyes of a killer who truely did enjoy the hunt.
"Does it hurt, hooman?"
Damion was in shock. He knew they were smart but this thing was an abomination. Was it really talking to him or was he going insane? He decided not to find out. As he was holding his chest, he grabbed the detonater and flipped the safety lid off of the allmighty button.
"Not as much as it's going to hurt you."
The damn thing actually smiled at him. He smiled right back and pushed the button.
Damion was picked up by a Brotherhood patrol the next day. They found him unconcious many feet away from the gutted hulk of his Humvee with a one hundred eighty pound wolf standing over him protectively. They took him to the infirmary and patched him up. With his supplies gone and having been abandoned for dead - again - he decided to try his luck with them.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 10:54 am
Callum walked through the wastes,the moon casting a dim light and his shotgun and flashlight attachment lighting up the area infront of him.He was going on a solo patrol,a small loop around the base.Normally he wouldnt go out alone,having his eye shot out by raiders was enough,but he had a radio and the whole force of the brotherhood was just in the compound on the horison.
A chilly wind swept over the flatlands,making him pull his trench-coat closer to his body.He saw a hill just ahead and he jogged up to the summit and pulled his binoculars out of his backpack.He scaned the horizon,occasionly stopping to look at some rustling bushes.Once satisfied that there was nothing out there he let a small sigh,and sat down to pour himself a small glass of Whiskey.He let the warm liquid flow down his throat,causing a slight burning sensation.After finishing his glass,he took out a radio to relay his findings...
*Kzzk*This is Callum O'donnald ere command,Patrol complete with nothing found...over*kzzk*
*kzzk*Roger that Initiate O'donnnald,head back to base,over?*kzzk*
*kzzk*Understood command...im a' comin back*kzzk*
He stood up...making one last look around before beggining the long trek back.
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