Fallout RP

[Groddil]

{Kit}

Shank chuckles.
"Stims? No psycho? No jet? No psychojet? Fine, here's one. Any more'll cost you. 100 caps each."
Kit briefly looks confused.
"Caps?"
"Yeah, caps. Nuka-Cola bottle caps? That's what everyone uses as currency now. Hold on, I'll get you a drink."
He pulls out a bottle of Nuka-Cola.
"Get that down ya."

[Hickory]

OOC: Kit: unless you have the money, don't buy unnecessary drugs like pshyco or jet. It's little reward for a lots of trouble.

[Groddil]

OOC: Kit: unless you have the money, don't buy unnecessary drugs like pshyco or jet. It's little reward for a lots of trouble.

OOC: The RP functions differently to the games. They're more useful here, especially something like Psycho or Med-X, unless you count the addiction factor. Jet's useless, though.

[Hickory]

OOC: Ah.

[Kitsune]

OOC: Gotcha. @Groddil: about what time is it right now?

BIC: Already eating, Kit nodded thanks when given the Nuka-Cola. He popped the lid off and pocketed it, then drank half of the bottle. It was a bit more fizzy than he was comfortable with, but it was drinkable. He finished the rest of his meal, nodded again to Shank, then left the shack, taking the rest of the Nuka-Cola with him. On the way back to the cabin, he thought he saw the slave pen across the lot. He would have to investigate later though, as there were several people between him and the pen, and he didn't want to draw any curious glances.

[Groddil]

OOC: It's probably around 7pm or something by now. I'm gogn to have a timeskip, though.

BIC:

{Sage, Eul, Ashe}

The Vault Dwellers scarf down the Salisbury Steak. It's 200 years old, chewy, and doesn't have much taste, but is still food. Full, they settle down, and soon fall asleep.

{Kit}

Kit finds a bed in his bunk. He was tired, and would have to investigate the pen some other time. Tomorrow, maybe. He flops onto his bed and quickly falls asleep.


<|[X]|>


{Kit}

Kit found himself being shook awake at dawn. Griggs and Wrench stood over him, already clad in armor. Griggs poked the Vault Dweller with his hunting rifle.
"Oi, Kit. Get up, we're going to go find your Vault. Spike's orders."
Kit nodded, grabbing his wrench. He followed the two raiders outside the cabin, where several other raiders were already amassed near the front gate. Wrench tossed the Vault Dweller a lunchbox, containing a piece of strange meat, an omelette and a bottle of water.
"Breakfast and lunch, Vaultie. Don't eat it all now."
Griggs opened the gate, and the raiders filed out. Wrench and Kit were soon the last raiders still inside the gates.
"Need anything else, Kit? We're goin'."

{Sage, Eul, Ashe}

Meanwhile, the four remaining Vault Dwellers were herded out of the slave pen and brought before Spike McGee. They noticed Jack standing to the side, two raiders guarding him.
"So, you are the Vault Dwellers Griggs brought in yesterday? What am I going to do with you?"
Diane stepped forward.
"Sir, I've decided to pick a new servant. Might as well choose now, don't know when we'll get more slaves in."
Spike nodded.
"Very well, Diane. You can have the woman."
A raider forced Lynn to her feet, and shoved her towards Diane. McGee cleared his throat, his eyes scanning the rest of the Vault Dwellers.
"The two with armor, bring them forward."
James and Bobby were kicked towards the Raider Chieftain's throne.
"You look strong. The armor suggests Vault security guards. Send them to the workhouse."
A group of raiders restrained the two Vault Dwellers, pulling them aside as well. Now Sargon was the only one still on his knees.
"You there. What were you in the Vault? What are you skilled at?"

[Lady Ashenwyte]

"I was a cook back in the ol' Vault, but I'm good with a blade and can use a pistol." Sargon said, his voice as a tone that showed respect, but made him look strong as well..

[Groddil]

Spike nodded.
"Good with a blade, eh? Good, you'll prove well as Shank's assistant, in the kitchens. But there's hope for you yet, Vault Dweller. I like you."
Three raiders hauled Sargon upright and shoved him towards Shank.
"Okay, that's sorted. Back to business, everyone."
Spike clicked his fingers, and the Vault Dwellers were separated, being forced off to their respective positions.

{Sage}

James and Bobby soon found themselves in one of the cabins, which was a good distance from the slave pen. Behind the cabin was a fenced off area, littered with broken machinery. Their raider guards pushed them into the cabin.
"You're lucky, Vaulties. Wrench is out at the moment, so you don't have to do much. Go out into the yard, through that door behind you, and start pulling apart the generators. There's a toolkit out there, and we'll be watching the cabin, so don't try to leave."

{Eul}

Lynn followed Diane back to one of the cabins. This was cleaner than the cabins used by the raiders, as Diane made sure to mention.
"Officer's Quarters. Pretty empty at the moment, 'cause Griggs sleeps with the boys. It's just me, Wrench, Shank, and Betsy at the moment."
She kicked open the door to a sizeable room.
"Wrench is our engineer, but he's off with Griggs right now. Shank's the cook, you're gonna get to know him pretty well. And Betsy, she's the closest thing to a doctor we've got. Although now that your Vaultie friend's here, she mainly plays second-fiddle from now on, the old sawbones. Me, I'm Diane. I make sure the Raiders don't get too crazy, if you catch my drift. I handle who Shank sells chems to, co-ordinate the raiding parties, and I'm the closest thing to a friend you've got. You stick with me, and nobody'll hurt you."
Diane opened a cupboard, pulling out a mattress and sleeping bag.
"Because you're my personal servant, you don't have to sleep in the slave pen. You can sleep here, where none of the raiders can get to you. Besides, if they ever try anything, I'll slit their throats myself."
The raider fiddled with a 10mm pistol sitting on a table in the corner of the room, ejecting the magazine and turning the safety on.
"You'll mainly just do things for me. I ask you to get food, you head over to Shank and get it. I ask you to take this gun over to Wrench's workshop, you take the gun to the workshop."
Diane handed the gun to Lynn.
"There's no magazine, so you won't be able to shoot anyone anytime soon. The workshop is separated from the other cabins, near the workyard. Big chainlink fence, full of broken machinery. Wrench is out, so just leave it there."

{Ashe}

Sargon is shepherded into the corrugated-iron shack, where Shank is waiting. The raider sits in the corner, drinking a whiskey as several of the other Painspikes eat their breakfast. At one point, one raider stands up and pulls a knife on another.
"Oi, don't take me Mirelurk Cakes!"
"I didn't take 'em!"
"Yeah ya did!"
Shank sips his drink, pulling a sawed-off shotgun from underneath the serving counter. He blasts the knife-wielder, takes another drink, and tosses the shotgun back under the bar.
"What're ya lookin' at? Shuddup an eat!"
He notices Sargon standing in the doorway.
"Ah, mornin', Vaultie. You're the new cook, I take it?"
Sargon nods.
"Good, good. Damn it, shotgun's out of ammo. Alright, just come back here and give us a hand, will ya?"
Once Sargon steps behind the counter, Shank tosses the empty whiskey bottle into a nearby metal barrel.
"Alright, we're gettin' low on Brahmin steak. Take that machete there. There's a dead Brahmin in the yard, go cut 'er up."
"Brahmin?"
"Yeah, Brahmin. They're in the field out the back. Like cows, but with two-heads. Oh, an' grab us a few mutfruits, will ya? There's a plant out in the Brahmin field, just grab us ten or so an' toss 'em into the big pot near the door. Once ya've sliced that Brahmin into some nice steaks, I'll come give ya a hand ta cook 'er up."

[Kitsune]

Kit looked around the camp one last time. "I think I'm good. I'm ready."

[Groddil]

{Kit}

"Good, good. Let's go."
Kit and Wrench leave the Painspike camp, standing with the rest of the raiders. The gate slams shut, and the raiders form up into a rough formation. Kit finds himself up the front of the pack with Griggs and Wrench. After walking for a short distance, a scout runs up to Griggs.
"Boss, to our left. There's a caravan on the road."
"Time to prove yourself, boy. Wrench, go with him."
"What am I doing?"
"You and wrench look the least suspicious. He's just got an engineer's jumpsuit on, and you're a Vaultie. They won't suspect you. The two of you are going to go up to them, pretend to buy something, then take the caravan over."
Wrench turns to the scout.
"How many of them are there?"
"It's a small caravan. The merchant, with a pistol, one bodyguard with a shotgun, and their pack brahmin."
Wrench takes a machete from a nearby raider.
"Sounds good. Kit, let's go. You get the pistol off the merchant, I'll deal with the bodyguard."
"You two,  follow Kit and Wrench. When they've dealt with the caravaneers, take their brahmin back to camp. Kit, here's how this works. You incapacitate the caravan, grab all their caps, and bring 'em back to me. I'll give you 5% of the caps for yourself. Sound fair?"

[Kitsune]

Kit's stomach sank when he heard what he had to do, but he didn't let it show. If he didn't kill anyone, he knew he could forgive himself, but if they fought back, he would defend himself.
"Alright, I'll take the merchant down and bring the caps back. Should be easy enough."
He walked of with Wrench to approach the caravan.

OOC: I didn't want to do too much because I didn't know if you had plans for how the caravan would react with travelers wanting to trade or how Wrench would act.

[Groddil]

OOC: 'Tis fine.

BIC:

As Kit and Wrench approached the caravan, the bodyguard, wearing a leather suit similar to the one Kit's jumpsuit had been upgraded with, points his shotgun at them.
"Hold up. Who're you?"
The travelling merchant pushed the bodyguard's shotgun aside. Wrench approached the merchant.
"Calm down. What would you like, stranger?"
"We came to make a purchase. You might want to be careful, though. There's raiders nearby. Some gang called the Painspikes, holed up in the forest. I'd advise you to take the left turn up ahead, stay clear of them."
"Painspikes? So this is where their headquarters is. Thank you, friend. What would you like to buy?"
Wrench nods slightly to Kit.
"I'd like three pizzas. Two pepperoni, one Hawaiian. Name is You're Dead."
He kicks the bodyguard roughly between the legs, pulling out his machete. The bodyguard fires his shotgun, but it doesn't hit anything, as he had flinched after being kicked. Wrench tackled the bodyguard, who managed to knock the machete aside. They struggled on the ground as the travelling merchant, in a panic, started to pull out his pistol.

[Kitsune]

All desire to not hurt the merchant left Kit as he saw him reaching for his pistol. If he shot that pistol, most probably Kit would pay with his life - either then if the merchant shot him, or later by the Painspikes if the merchant shot Wrench. Kit swung his wrench at the merchant's wrist, causing a cracking sound followed by the merchant howling and dropping the pistol. Kit quickly bent over and picked it up, pointing it at the merchant.
"I won't hurt you, just hand over all your caps and you'll live to make some more."

[Groddil]

{Kit}

The merchant, knocked backwards by the wrench, groans, holding his wrist.
"No... Please."
Wrench manages to overpower the guard, grabbing the shotgun and smacking it into his face. While the guard is stunned, the raider grabs his machete and slits his opponent's throat. Holding the shotgun as his new prize, he walks over to the merchant.
"Hand 'em over, bud."
"They're... not mine."
"Like hell they're not."
Wrench kicks the merchant, then spies a lunchbox dangling from the man's belt. He grabs the lunchbox and opens it. Inside are several stacks of caps."
"Twenty stacks... fifty caps per stack... 1000 caps, here's your 5%."
Wrench hands Kit 50 caps. The two other raiders emerge from the trees and grab the leash of the Pack Brahmin. They start leading it off down the road as Griggs comes up behind Kit. Wrench leans down in front of the merchant.
"Now then, what's this about the caps not being yours?"
"Not my... caravan. They're trying... to move... it... quietly. Without anybody... noticing."
"Who's they? What's it?"
"En... clave."
Griggs snatches the pistol from Kit and fires it, killing the merchant.
"Shut. Up!"
He pockets the pistol and turns back to Kit.
"Got your caps?"

[Kitsune]

"Yeah."
Kit was quiet for a while. He didnt like to see the merchant or the bodyguard die, he thought it was cruel. But he held his tongue. Something the merchant said sparked his curiosity, though, so he ventured a question.
"So, uh... what is this enclave?"