His eyes had seen so many places - Navarro, Boneyard, Citadel, heck even Dog City and the Pitt to boot. New York was all of them and nothing like them. Still there were all sorts of raiders and slavers and other people who disturbed the peace. Once again there seemed to be something going on - a fight of some kind, maybe a standoff of some kind. Max had been in standoffs in the past, it was the one combat situation he actually liked since there was the slight chance of talking your way out from it.

Admittedly he had seen many things, but a seemingly tame Yao Guai was not one of them. For the time being the old man decided to stay as hidden as possible and simply readied his Gauss Pistol in case there would be trouble. Max hadn't quite chosen a side yet - after all if the fight would really break out the most important thing was self preservation - silently he admitted that the kid who had the slaver's guns pointed at him had that familiar sense of bravado about him. Max liked people with bravado - be it more hollow than a raider with no brains. Admittedly he himself had a load of bravado - some of which he was about to throw away.

Admittedly he had gotten a bit worse at sneaking over the years, but still he began making his way closer to Par and the slavers while doing his best to remain undetected.

@Eviledd1984
"You got some caps, Danny?" Albert asks, before digging his 220 caps out of his pocket. "This is all I have, so you'll have to use 101 caps of your own."
While the two were discussing their finances, Tim was digging through some junk and pulled out another paddle ball. He attempts to play with it, before it is crushed in his hand again.

@Simple Unicycle

Danny groaned was reaching out into his pouch to give his caps to Albert before the old woman interrupted them,"I think 220 will be good enough for you boys" She said looking over to Albert winking at him.Danny who was watching this felt he just puked in his mouth form this seeing that his charm had worked on her.

@Eviledd1984
Albert begins to feel uneasy, considering it wasn't going to be fun 'doing the do' with an old woman. He takes the caps and sets them on the desk for the old woman to take. "Thanks ma'am. Me and my friend'll be going now." With that, Albert walks to the door.
Tim throws a fit and tosses the remains of the paddle ball onto the floor.

@Simple Unicycle Danny didn't say anything about this because why would he,He didn't need to know that Albert was putting his moved on a old smoothskin."We need to stop for a second at a work bench I wanna modify my shit..." Danny said to Albert while they walked away form the old woman that was watching Albert walking away.

((Snip))

"A reasonable response," Jennifer said, as though the idea of tampering with the chip had never crossed her mind at all. The guy did have a point. "Still, I think I can help with more than just setting it up.

"And no, I wouldn't mind a bit of compensation for the help," she said in a joking tune.

Ten minutes later, the chip was connected via a mess of wires to a display, a keyboard, and Spark's Pip Boy.

"Ready to get started?" she said, beginning typing. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

((snip))@shadowsaint007, @Madly33, @The_written_John

"No thanks, I'll walk," he replied. "And no sweat; just a freak shot. Could have been much worse."

Gabriel had the good sense to stay on his two feet, keeping an open eye and nimble running stance in case anything happened. Plus, while the Yao Gui was a tough target, he was a big one, meaning all the fire would be aimed at the giant mutant bear.

The hunch paid off; the moment shots were fired, Gabriel managed to tumble into cover, and got his rifle ready. Peeking behind cover, he quickly made out the attackers; three gunmen, one of whom was blocked from Gabriel by Par and the bear, and two dogs. The dogs were the smaller targets, and while they can be fast and wily, he needed to take down the ones armed with guns, reducing the chance of a lucky shot. Hopefully, 'George' can handle the dogs.

Though a slaver who used the term 'ignoramus'... a cultured slaver? Will wonders ever cease?

He took a deep breath, aimed from behind cover, squeezed the trigger - and the man in the center had his face disappear in a puff of pink mist. The second to go was the one on the right, leaving only two dogs and one armed gunman. Hopefully, this would be enough for Par to handle himself.

One of the dogs, however, saw where the shots came from, and ran towards Gabriel, barking loudly.

"Aw, crap!" Gabriel said, pulling out the 9mm pistol to shoot the thing before it got too close. Several shots went wild, another winged the thing, eliciting a sharp yelp of pain from it, but it barreled towards him regardless. Only quick-thinking got him to use the rifle as protection, the dog snarling as it bit down on the barrel. The momentum knocked him backwards, and the dog, snapping and snarling, tried to reach for something softer with its sharp teeth. Taking an opening, Gabriel jammed the pistol against the side of the dog's jaw, and opened fire several times, stopping only when the dog flopped to the ground, lifeless.

Panting, covered in blood, and suffering several bite wounds on his hand, arms, and fingers, he crawled back a couple of feet to catch his breath, making sure to stay hidden out of sight.

Then the fight began - by Max's estimate someone had made their way to the tower, probably to give support fire to the kid. With a little resigned sigh the old man stayed in place for a few seconds longer - to hear several shots form what by his experience were from a 9mm handgun of some kind. Then with a little grin he took a proper aim at one of the slavers - one out of a pair hiding behind some dumpsters.

The unnerving little 'thup' of the gauss pistol was not very loud, however the second slaver had amazingly not lost his nerve when his compatriot's brains were scattered to the pavement. "There's more of em!" The fellow had yelled out while swiftly turning on his heels and began pouring fire towards Max's rough direction.

Max managed to pull himself in to cover just in time. He waited patiently, the slaver types usually emptied the whole magazine to make sure the fellow they were after was dead - or at least they used to back in the day. The slaver however was smarter than the average slavers back west and had taken cover to reload before resuming firing. The old man mumbled something under his breath and took a deep breath before spinning out of his cover and firing two shots towards the slaver.

The slaver got hit by both shots - one hit him on the left shoulder and the second one punctured his left arm. Amazingly he was still alive, but dazed - not quite able to believe his own luck. Max straightened up while drawing the slightly curving blade from his back and still keeping the gauss pistol fixed on the slaver.

As the shots rang out, giving the leader of the slavers a momentary distraction, Par tapped his steed's stomach with his shoes, causing him to roar, then swipe one of his large paws at the slaver leader and his hound, before moving forth to bite off the head of the gunman. That left the dog, which leapt at the bear, snarling and biting at the Yao Guai's right paw. But with a burst of strength, the bear shook off the hound, before Par riddled the animal with a burst of submachine fire. That cleared the battlefield. Turning around, the young man spoke:

"You two," the second referring to the just-emerged Max - would miracles never cease? "Step back; I will destroy the radio tower."

Before anyone can wonder how the physically weak 19-year old would do that, he had his tame bear walk backward some distance, before spurring him to rush the structure of the tower, aiming to tip it over. The building shook, and cracks began to appear in the wood, and Par caused George to begin pushing at the scaffolding.

Slowly but surely, the radio tower tipped over with a huge crash; disabling any explosive collars in range, and scattering pieces of wooden and metal shrapnel that would not harm anyone, especially Max due to his luck, which seemed to protect them all.

"Now let's go!" shouted Par as he set George off on a run, back to where John and Akira were getting the slaves to safety...

------

At John's end, he would find Akira going off alone, in order to chase after sounds of more slavers...

@shadowsaint007, @Madly33, @Marcus XVI

<Snipped quote by TheUnknowable>
"A reasonable response," Jennifer said, as though the idea of tampering with the chip had never crossed her mind at all. The guy did have a point. "Still, I think I can help with more than just setting it up.

"And no, I wouldn't mind a bit of compensation for the help," she said in a joking tune.

Ten minutes later, the chip was connected via a mess of wires to a display, a keyboard, and two Pip-Boys; one for Sparks and the other for Greg.

"Ready to get started?" she said, beginning typing. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

Greg put the pipboy onto his arm and booted it up. "Yeah, I'm ready." he said. "How much do you want for the pipboy?"

In the beginning of this giant gun battle, before shit hit the fan, he had been taking care of a request from another source, to break out a slave that went by the name of 'David Kimbler'. Now, it seemed as if that little task, for the 1000 caps it would've netted him, was a pretty moot point. Slavers all around was wielding guns and battling it out with what seemed to be a rebellious task force of men of all shapes and sizes. The entire settlement seemed stirred up and chaotic, and with the smoke and smog deep in the air, fire raging around, and the sounds of screaming and groaning blasting throughout the air, his life was now his most important priority. David was dead, from a bullet to the brain from a stray round, and Jackdaw was left in the Northern Slaver's HQ, where he had ducked inside of when shit hit the fan.

''Course they decided to liberate when I was on a mission...' Jackdaw thought rather sourly, pressing his back against the concrete wall. A slaver rushed passed him, not even taking notice of the quiet figure in the dark building, and Jackdaw instantly grabbed the man by the back of his combat armor, slamming the man into the wall and yanking his combat knife through the slaver's jaw. A jagged line of pooling blood was the only sign of attack, and Jackdaw let the dead man fall, moving further into the building. As he moved, he unsheathed his other knife, wielding both razor-sharp tools of death in both hands, a reverse-grip allowing him mobility and versatility in his slashing and thrusting movements. His footsteps were quiet, his movements fast. Any rushing slavers, on their way to the outside to help their fellow men and women, were quickly disposed of with quick and brutal slashes and stabs, Jackdaw dropping their corpses on his way to his goal.

His goal? He didn't really have one. He was aiming to join in on the liberation, since he fucking hated slavers anyway. Living as a slave for years did that to ya.

When the last man fell to his blade, Jackdaw, like a ghost, sheathed his knives and busted out through the front door, into the smoke of the battlefield. His SCAR was unslung from around his shoulders, and before a nearby slaver could even say anything at his sudden entrance, the man received an AP bullet through his forehead. Jackdaw descended on the enemies, assault rifle up and aiming as he quickly and quietly ambushed the slavers from the back. The rebels were in front of them, coming from the South direction, so Jackdaw was a third-party wild card. A burst of rounds riddled another slaver's back, before Jackdaw twisted to the left and slammed two more bullets into a slaver's head, bursting it like a watermelon.

Seeing a group of slavers beginning to release some of their trained K-9's, Jackdaw grabbed a grenade from his belt with his free left hand, biting off the pin and viciously throwing it at the group, where it nailed a dog hard in the flank.

"Boom." He felt a smirk form on his gasmasked-face, even as he rolled behind cover, as the grenade exploded in a hail of shrapnel and fire. Oh, and screams.

Thankfully, it was enough distance away from the other liberators.

<snip>

"Okay, let's get started then and fix that thing in your head."

Some time later, she sighed in relief. The code had been altered, and Greg was again his own man.

"So, feeling better, champ?"

((OOC: Just decided to speed it up to get it over with))

@Eviledd1984
"Alright then, let's go find us a workbench." Albert says, enthusiastically. With that, they go to find a workbench to mod Danny's gear. Tim stayed in the back, still following the duo.

@Simple Unicycle

"Mhm i can do it myself smoothskin,No offence i'd rather modify my own gear..." Danny said heading towards the work station,The ghoul was waiting for Albert and Tim to join him looking over at a blind man sitting down a few feet away from him asking who was there."No one smoothskin" He answered making the man give sigh of relief.

@Eviledd1984
"Wasn't gonna touch your gear anyway, corpse face." Albert chuckles, before sitting down on a nearby tire. Tim, of course, followed, before telling Albert: "I know what love is, Al; a boy and his Robobrain."
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but that sounds vaguely familiar..."

The way Albert used the store woman... it was wrong, just wrong. Danny went off to get his gear ready, while Albert and TIM stayed behind, I heard him call Danny 'corpse face', which I sincerely hoped was a joke. Waiting for Danny, I saw an old blind man, who I gave a few caps, then just sat down. I was all ready for going to the hospital, I just hoped that the Enclave forces were weak there.

Timeskip

And the group would go off to the Enclave-held hospital, along with their arms, armor, and volunteers. As they drew closer to Brooklyn, their steps would instinctively go silent, and as close as Fort Hamilton, they would encounter Enclave Eyebots, surveying the area. However, all was quiet; the area had been emptied by the organization. But as they went closer to the hospital, they would find the noise increasing, though only slightly.

Once they arrived, they would find several worker drones erceting a radio tower for both communications and slave collar use; that would have to be brought down. Luckily, there was only one Power Armored soldier and he was in the courtyard. Unluckily, there were six Protectrons and six Mr. Gutsys patrolling the building. Of course, they might remember that they had 'Sticky Grenades' that worked through Magnets, and so that might help.

Nevertheless, coming in without a plan was suicide...

@Simple Unicycle, @jordy0403, @EvilEdd1984, @Trevor1001

To Max's credit it had to be said that he moved surprisingly spryly for someone of his age. Admittedly he had noticeable difficulty keeping up with a Yao Guai going at full speed. When he finally caught up with Par the old man was wheezing and coughing. "Damnit, kid. That sure was something." Max smirkwd as he planted the curved blade to the ground to keep himself standing. Upon closer inspection the weapon's blade was like that of an oversized combat knife - probably taken from a very large super mutant or something of the like.

It took a moment for Max to steady his breath and finally straighten up properly. "Heck, you sure got a nice little pet there. Not quite one of them smart deathclaws I used to travel with, but hot damn! Guess I should have brought some power armor with me from back west..." The old man shook his head and spat on the ground. "Now just look at me, ramblin' on like that - forgettin' manners and all that. The name is Sawyer, Max Sawyer." He politely offered his right hand to Par.

"Glad to meet you, Mr. Sawyer," Par then shook the man's hand, smiling. "And...George is a recent pet. Wouldn't have managed to tame a Yao Guai if not for various mutations on the species, that's to be sure." He then looked around; where was Gabe?

"I have to get a friend back; can you help keep escorting the slaves back to freedom?" the merchant requested, before turning back towards Old Man's Corner yet again, worried about the blond. He knew that Gabriel had fought in the battle; he could hear the third set of gunshots, so he must be in that site. And, sure enough, Gabriel was still there, hidden in an alleyway between two outbuildings.

"Gabe!" shouted Par in fear as he and George loped over to the young man. "We're here, and we need to get out. You're in no condition to move on your own, so I'm pulling you onto George's back." And Par, taxing his low reserves of strength, did just that; pull Gabe onto the bear's back. Then, the merchant handed a Stimpack over to the young man.

"I'm glad...I'm glad you're alive..." he trailed off.

@shadowsaint007, @Madly33, @Marcus XVI

@Simple Unicycle @Letter Bee @jordy0403

"Whatever you say smoothskin i can do it myself no problem..." Danny grabbed the coat form his hands making his way to the work bench,"I dont' need some greasy smoothskin to touch my shit so just fuck off" Danny added now working on to armor up his coat while muttering something about not wanting people touching this things.

Once he was finished he put on his newly armored coat and was now well protected,A few moments late when the group arrived at the hosptial Danny was thinking of a plan to get pasted the robots,"Hi any of you smoothskins have that sticky grenade the old woman sold us?" He asked either Albert or the strange man that was following him for some reason.

@Simple Unicycle @Letter Bee @jordy0403 @Eviledd1984

Tom was eyeing the group of people that just showed. They didn't look like Enclave and in fact looked like they were getting ready to storm the hospital. Maybe they were here to help the slaves. Tom got up from his spot and made his why over to them. He just hoped luck was on his side as he opened his mouth to greet them. "Hey. What are you guys thinking about doing?" Tom sure didn't have a way with words cause that was probably the worst way someone could start a conversation.