Fallout: Land of Opportunity

[PrimezTime]

Manhattan Island. New York City. New York. The sun had just cleared the horizon over the ocean to bring light to the historic city. Between the dusty clouds and the large, towering buildings, the streets of the city were shaded to appear much darker and darkness always housed something wicked. However, Manhattan's most wicked creatures did not need the darkness to cloak their figures. They didn't need it to instill the same fear that ghouls did. No, these creatures actually preferred to show themselves to their targets, their prey. Their hulking masses and brute strength were enough to frighten almost every individual on the Manhattan Island. The Super Mutants of Manhattan, and New York for that matter, were unified and organized. They are lead by some figure hiding behind his own controlled masses. Locals refer to this warlord as the Khan and fear what his plan is. Why hasn't he wiped out the entirety of Manhattan and New York yet? Most people are afraid to hear the answer...


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"GOOOD AFTERNOOOON ladies and gentlemen of BIIIG APPLE!" A voice blared from out of the radio speakers.

"It is lining up to be a bright sunny day out there. For those of you still with us and tuning in, I would like to take a moment to thank you all from the bottom of my heart, folks. Till death do us part, right?" ...

There was a small pause,
"Again thank you all. Now onto more pressing matters this morning. I've got the scoop on what's the latest out there. So HEEERE we go!"

The sound of a paper rustling was faintly heard before the voice began blaring over the speakers again.

"I've got an update on last nights dispute over by that little ole Rockefeller Place. As it turns out those pesky Iron Men had a thrown down with the Paladins of the Brotherhood. This here paper says casualties were sustained on both sides bomb went off. Be careful if you head that way. I wouldn't want any of ya to get your head shot off by a trigger happy survivor of that clash.

I also got something on here about those clowns of mayhem. It appears the Sun's Folley gang are still hanging around Williamsburg bridge. If gambling were still around, I'd bet you all a hundred caps that they come waltzing right over Manhattan and cause some havoc. Just give them a clear path and hopefully they'd give one of the bad guys some trouble around here.

In other news there has been a report of a trading caravan being hit by those Liberty slavers somewhere on Broadway. It appears the caravan was swollen with immigrants hoping to get out of the city, which made that plum ripe for the picking by those slavers. If I were down there I'd get the hell outta Dodge before I got snagged by that lot. Real shame about those immigrants, though. A life long of servitude awaits those poor bastards. I pray to whatever hiya powah is still with this forsaken world because those folks don't deserve that.

On a brighter note, my special guest this morning is Doctor Liam Armstrong, Manhattan's best mind, claims he has found solution to one of Manhattan's greatest problems. Stay tuned for Manny's Morning Show coming up after a little tunes. The time is 8:09."


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It was a nice change of pace to finally get some recognition from the radio. In fact, it almost being tied up and being lead off to an inevitable demise almost worth it. It would have been better if the radioman called her by name, though. Honestly, all he would have to say is something as simple as "Shoutout to Erin Hannon" or something along those lines. There wouldn't even need to be a desperate plea for her release. After all she was supposed to be on his morning show today. Is a little recognition a little too much to ask?

No matter, it wasn't the biggest concern on the young traveler's mind this morning. A night of captivity really is a downer for the day. The worst part was just sitting in this old theater building waiting for a couple of numb skulls to call a boat and get it over to some pickup point somewhere. From what Erin could gather, the slavers had hit a slight wall with the circus clowns running about. Apparently they were the reason they never got to the other side of the island, where their original pickup was, because they were too afraid that the circus people would cross of the bridge. So everyone just sat here overnight. Sleep was mandatory but there was no way anyone here followed that rule. All the other immigrants that were bound and held prisoner were so afraid of what was going to happen next that most of the night was spent with them crying and sobbing. A few tried to escape but were either beaten or killed. It wasn't really looking good at this point. Well that's before a sudden knock on the door.

As it turns out a group of super mutants were just wandering about and wanted about two dozen defenseless humans, too. Who would have thought? Chaos quickly engulfed the theater building. Bullets were flying, people were dying, and the desperate soon-to-be-slaves were all in a frenzy to try and escape. When just about everyone of those captured immigrants were trying to dart for an exit or cover, Erin decided to take the opportunity to sneak out a fire exit located backstage. After a few shoulder bashes to the door, it swung open. Well as it turns out the old fire alarm was still functional and it started bellowing out an alert signal. A few slavers who had heard it were now in a mad rush to catch up to whoever triggered that alarm. Erin sprinted as fast as she could down an alleyway and hooked a left down another alleyway. She finally spilled out into Broadway street which was littered with cars. Taking in no time to think of plan she just started running, South, away from shooting. Two slavers were hot on her tail, however....

[Gravislayer]

The Big Apple, a place where law hasn't reached out it's cruel arm yet, a place where a man and his gun could still decide their own law, their own sakes, their own wishes and desires. A city where the tight clutch of democracy hasn't killed everyone with their own intent of doing something his own way. Oh hell yeah!!! A perfect place for John Mc Carthy. With his trusty old Thompson, that's how he nicknamed his 10mm hunting rifle, he was heading from California to N.Y, a path he survived with a combination of survival instinct and sheer luck.

Now being in the city the first thing he searches for was a job, bounty hunting, as he would say plainly. And...it happens..that not the few people of this weird farm could tell him anything, it was the radio and the voice coming out of it. The voice warned of slaver attacks and their hideout near the boardway. Slavers? How perfect, if there are slavers, there are slaves, if there are slaves, there's probably someone who's willingly to pay something for a rescue. John made his way to the boardway, the once so crowded street was empty, so what did he decided to do? Taking a nap. As for the night, he was certain that the slavers woudnt find them. In one of the many empty shell of houses, he chooses the cellar to rest. Not to mention he inspected it of giant rats, ghouls and things alike first. John slept for long.

Suddenly a ruckus caused him to jump up from his slumber, John quickly erased all of the things which could have told the people, monsters whatever that he was down here. The loud noises didn't stayed gor for and so John made his way up. Now leaving the building and cheking the street he saw what the source was. A bunch of mutis wad walking through here, heading for the old theathre. John followed them, as the mutis reached it, John could tell that he also arrived at the location where he would probably find the slavers. The street was filled with junk...fresh junk and most cars were moved to the side, giving space for the slave caravans. John lured a cigarette as he watched the mutis as they turned into a near alley, so eventually reaching the main entrance of the theatre.

John stayed where he was, looking around. Up the street was a building with the skeletons of big umbrella's clanching on it wall, the entrance swallowed by shadows. A ideal place of observing. John slowly walked towards it, the cigarette between his lips burned till the filter. He was steady and calm now. Getting another one out of the package, he used a near bench as a stance for his rifle by flipping it and placing it towards the alley where the mutis headed into. He barely finished placing the bench, roughly 50meters from the threatre, as a strange and loud noise echoed through dead city. The fire-alarms of the theatre.

With an angry grunt John spat out his cigarette, his right eye looking through the scope, the other closed. What he saw wasn't really statisfying. Just a bunch of slaves panicing while running a fire-exit John happened to believe that it was locked. A certain slave wad quicker than the rest, bad for him that two slavers were right behind him. Just as they seemed to recognise that they could also shot the slave, they also took notice of the flipped bench up the street and the big desperado cowboy hat which popped up behind it. Two loud cracking shots later and the sound of two 10mm shells dropping to the ground, the two slavers were no more. John waved towards the slave who was now close by him, by swing his hat from left to right. Sure he still was looking through his scope but there also would be more than one slaver, not to mention the mutis who certainly aren't as easy to kill as a mere raiding human. The moment the slave would met up with him, he would retreat, the other slaves would probably take care of themselves or killed by either crazy mutants or pissed off slavers.

[Mattmanganon]

Hiro awoke in the usual way, the sound of gunfire and screaming people, luckily for him, it was from people in a building across the street from where he was camped. Getting to his feet, he grabbed his Hunting Rifle and knelt down next to a broken window. He used the butt of the gun to quickly remove the remaining glass. "Alright, let's see what's happening." he said looking down the scope of his rifle. Slavers, he hated Slavers, cowardly bastards were never up for a fight. training his sights on the ones he could see through the windows, he began to pick them off slowly, however, it only took about 5 of them going down for their compatriots to realize that it wasn't someone in the building that was doing the shooting. several of them ran to the window and began shooting back. But because they weren't entirely sure where the shooting was coming from, and because Hiro's position was quite well fortified, with only the top of his head visible to those looking, it was a futile effort. after going through about 2 clips Hiro found that he was down to his last clip.

"Bollocks." he muttered. he got down and crawled on his belly back to his bed so that the ones still firing from the windows couldn't see what he was doing. and lay down. Try as they might, they would never hit him from here. But he needed Ammo now... shit... he rolled out of bed and crawled to the door before heading out and getting back to his feet, walking to the stairs he trekked down the 30 floors to the ground and exitted the building. hiding in a back-alley, he got out his Sequoia, he crouched and went sneaking. outside of the front of the building was a Brahmin pulled Caravan, for transporting the new slaves. He would wait for them to leave before going to pick up the spoils, no use in starting a frivolous fight here.

[LillyanaKabal]

Lilly had one mission, to find her sister and not let anyone get in the way of her while she was doing that. As such she felt it very annoying when people persisted in getting in her way. it made her searching so much harder than it had to be, and the fact that she couldn't clearly remember what her sister looked like was another problem, but it was a problem for a later date, one when she found her sister. It didn't seem logical to find her before remembering her but then she was not very logical anyway, so she let it not be logical. The people who got in her way where varied at least, sometimes it was slavers or raiders, looking to use her as a toy for their pleasures, once or twice it was just some random Wastelander trying to get in her pants. She didn't like them kind of people, so she killed them and looted their bodies before carrying on her path. Today however was the most annoying of interruptions. Regulators.

Lilly smiled at the two regulators in front of her. They seemed annoyed, probably because she was holding the throat-slit carcass of one of their number as a shield against the other two and pointing a rather large and very powerful revolver at them. That usually irritated people. But it was there fault. Lilly was just wandering along, looking for her sister in this wasteland of broken everythings and dead bodys so numerous you could make a throne from their bones. Which was a totally awesome idea, if messy to pull off. Then these three regulators stood in her way and told her that they 'wouldn't let scum like Talon mercs pollute this place any longer' which was really cruel. They could have been nicer about it, that way she wouldn't have slashed the man at the front's throat and turned him into a meat shield for the other two. This armor got her into a lot of trouble, a lot of the time but she hadn't found anything better. That Power Armor the brotherhood had would be really cool, but she couldn't get near one of them and the dead bodies never stuck around.

[ChaosofKhani]

Rika Nami would be looking through the scope of her AMR, a custom version made specifically for her, carbon fiber parts, suppressor so she wouldn't burst her eardrums, the works. "Doesn't seem like much..." She would say to herself, shrugging, though keeping the scope steady as she shifted her vision down the road, waiting for super mutants or ghouls, deathclaws, yao guai, the works, to show themselves. A sudden movement to the right made her move her scope in that direction, her eyes widening as the image came into view, the gun clattering backwards onto the boxes she was using as part of her post, the makeshift biped on the barrel keeping it from falling over. "I-impossible! It can't be!" She would say during the midst of several curses at dropping her weapon. She would blink several times, muscles twitching. It couldn't be, could it? Her sister- alive?! She had heard that the regulators and the Wanderer had wiped the entire company out. 'Those bastards.... they lied to me... I'll kill them!' She'd think, gritter her teeth as the memory of a few regulators she had 'questioned' about the company came to mind. She would pick her AMR back up, knowing the crappy armor the regulators wore wouldn't do so much as even slow the heavy .50 BMG round. They were close, maybe a hundred meters at most. They wouldn't stand a chance. Sappily reuniting with her sis could come later, for now... she was ready to kill. Finding the first of the two in her sights, dead center, she ran the calculations in her head. 'Approximately a hundred meters to target, elevation difference of maybe three meters, one story, negligible. Wind- almost nothing. Negligible at this distance. Ready to fire.' She thought, not waiting a second at it, letting the round tear through the barrel of her gun as she depressed the trigger at proper speed, training taking over immediately to fire at the bottom of an exhalation, sending the round straight at said regulator's head. With luck, he wouldn't feel a thing as the .50 BMG would turn his skull into something of a red mist, a shame that she couldn't bag both at once without moving position. Not waiting to see his reaction, she centered her aim on the other regulator- at his chest, to be sure of a hit as he turned, probably confused and scared that his buddy had been taken out without sis even moving, along with turning towards the sound of her rifle. With another shot, her AMR tore the bastard in two. His clothing- save maybe that hat- wouldn't really be salvageable. At the moment, Rika was more worried that bone shrapnel or guts had harmed her sister.