@Simple Unicycle

"Eh why not...might as well be part of you tin cans..." Danny said shaking his head,He didn't know why he as doing this but the pay might be good and also he could find some good equipment to work on the wounded."So how the hell do we get to your Sky Citadel?" Danny then asked with sarcasm in his voice being a jerk as always.

The dawn of a new day greets the group, and they all get up to do their usual duties. Lawrence, in the afternoon, announces to all of them: "Alright, six of you have decided to join the Brotherhood. I'll take them to the Sky Citadel. If any of you wish to tag along, you may do so, and you can still stay at the Sky Citadel, albeit for a short time. Now, come along!" With that, Lawrence, his squad, and whomever said they would join the Brotherhood leave the camp and head to the Sky Citadel.



After several hours of walking, journeying through the city and the wasteland outside of it, the group that has decided to tag along arrive at the Sky Citadel, nestled deep in the city. Lawrence and his squad walk up to the doors first, telling the guard there to let them in. Of course, the guard does, with Norman and Marvin walking in first. Lawrence stops outside the door, then turns around and says: "Come on in."

(tagging the whole group in case someone else wanted to come) @shadowsaint007, @Madly33, @Marcus XVI, @jordy0403, @EvilEdd1984, @Trevor1001, @Shadowman215, @Letter Bee

@Shadowman215@TheUnknowable
Sparks was feeling even more guilty about leaving now, especially since Liberty Island was under threat of attack. Jensen would have been of more use defending the town. Still, maybe they could be done with this quickly and be back before anything happened.

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At the Vault, Sparks jumped out of the car, and helped Jensen get out of the cramped car. As Holden got the heavy support ready, she nodded and headed up to the elevator, checking for traps before opening the door with any passcodes Greg may have remembered. If there were no codes, or if the door remained closed, she would hack into the door panel and try and open it.

Once the door was open, she nodded to Jensen, took out her rifle, and prepared for anything.

Once they got downstairs, Greg walked over to the Vault door and plugged his pipboy in. A few seconds later, the door started to move and he unplugged it. "Ok," he told the two Brotherhood members. "We're in." He started walking towards the now-opening door and a bullet ricocheted off of the vault door in front of him. He knelt and looked at where the shot had come from, and saw a group of raiders running at them. Assuming that they were there to snipe his salvage, he jumped over the rail and hid behind a crate, then started shooting back. He hoped that the robots in the vault weren't active or they would be easily flanked.

Vor Shinse followed the party as they made their way to the Sky Citadel, leaving at first light. The Brotherhood might have been xenophobic isolationist elitists, but at least they weren't enslaving them. Plus she'd already gotten a free gun out of the deal, it might be worthwhile to see what else she could get out of them.
Trekking through the wasteland, she found herself ever more eager to offload her salvage. She was halfway tempted to just discard the haul but the caps she could get meant food, water, ammunition and maybe even weapons and armour. It would be no smarter than throwing away a sack of caps.

Arriving at the Sky Citadel, the leader of the Brotherhood group ushered them inside. She was certain they'd introduced themselves before, but Vor Shinse hadn't placed much importance on remembering their names. The only thing that she'd locked away was that one of them had apparently "accidentally" opened fire on a group at some point. Regardless, she just wanted to make her sale, get her caps and plan her next move from there.

"Right then," She said, stopping in the doorway and turning to her Brotherhood escort, "Where do I go to sell this crap?"

@Simple Unicycle

@Hjalti
"There's a scrap shop on the fourth floor, place called Orson's Junktown. Go there and tell himm that Lawrence sent you, he'll buy whatever it is you're selling if you do. Now go on." Lawrence, who stays at the door when Vor walks in, replies. Inside the Sky Citadel, it's what rush hour looks like: men and women, all dressed in power armor or scribe outfits, running back and fourth to get things done. Before the Enclave came back into the picture, it was calm and you could walk at least twenty feet before someone walks by you, but this... This is just madness!

Anyhow, should Vor head up to the fourth floor, she would see a variety of shops, all most likely run by 'civilians' as the Brotherhood would call them. There were restaurants, weapon traders, tailors... You name it, there was a store that sold it. After a few minutes of wandering, she comes to a counter with a neon sign plastered onto scrap metal that hung from the ceiling and stopped a few feet above the counter: "ORSON'S JUNKTOWN!" The second 'o' and the last three letters of Junktown were dead, and the first 's' was flickering. A plump man, with a long face and shaved hair, sits behind the counter, reading a magazine entitled 'Playboy'.

The inside of the Citadel was chaos. For someone who was used to walking around the expanse of the wastes, meeting people maybe once ever twenty-or-so miles, the sheer bustle of the interior felt a little claustrophobic. Regardless, Vor Shinse swallowed the discomfort and followed the directions given until she came across the flickering sign.

Vor Shinse walked forward, dropping her haul at the counter which consisted of numerous pouches, duffel bags and sacks, totaling almost 200lbs in weight.

"Tits down, caps up. I'm her to trade." She said, announcing herself. She was more than familiar with pre-war media, and going by the contents of the store keepers magazine, she doubted he was reading the articles. Going over her salvage in her head, she figured the circuit boards would fetch her a decent amount of caps but she was whole heartedly expecting him to try to rip her off on things like batteries, light bulbs and aluminium cans. She knew better though. A place like this was always going to need copper, acid, batteries and aluminium no matter what anyone claimed. All she had to do was swallow her personality for a few minutes and hopefully she'd walk away with a good few caps.

Easier said than done.

@Simple Unicycle

@Hjalti (sorry for taking so long to reply, I'm writing the OOC for another RP)
The man, presumably Orson, looks up from his magazine, back down again, then back up again, his eyes lighting up. He whistles impressed after eyeing Vor, specifically her bosom and hips.
Yep, this guys a total perv.
Smiling creepily, the man speaks in a strange accent; should she know what it is, she would recognize it as that of a cockney person. "Oi miss! I see you've got some stuff right here... Well, that sure is a lot of stuff. Let me go through this and I'll see how much I can give your for it..." He would then go through all of the bags, declaring what stuff was junk and what was worthwhile. After a solid half hour, Orson looks back at Vor. "I'll give you four hundred caps for it all."

((Collab between Letter Bee and Vulkan))

Enclave Base One - JFK Airport

When the Vertibirds returned to the Enclave's complex, Alan greeted his puppet President, Edward Dusk, who showered him with accolades before everyone in his group. Then, after Alan reported that Liberty Island was secure and a garrison had been set up on the formerly free city, the old man smiled, before giving a small speech:

"You have done well and served the Interests of the United States of America. For that," he pulled out a magnetic medal that would stick to Alan's Power Armor, "I award you with the US' Medal of Honor." He then smiled as he stuck it to Alan's chest; he enjoyed the position of 'puppet'. President Dusk then turned towards Alex, and gave him another, lesser magnetic medal, one that was made of gold instead of platinum.

Then, after that, Alan turned towards Alex, walking towards the sniper and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"You did well, Corporal Roniel, you may yet achieve my rank someday. But now I must give you another duty." He then turned to Par, still naked except for his slave collar, and walking behind Alan obediently.

"Guard my Naked Slave for me, and make sure none of my ''Hedonists'," Alan's own personal squad of goons, "get to him before me. Also, help him prepare for his...duties."

"Escort him to the baths, and order the Worker Robots to give him an enema, cleaning him inside as well as outside. Then, once he is bathed, take him to Doctor Jose Barre, and tell him to give him some laser eye surgery, as well as shave off all hair not on the top of his head, eyebrows, and eyelashes. Then after that...test his intellect, talk to him; I don't want to have my way with an unintelligent 'flesh doll'."

"Hmm...I also heard it takes a few days for eye surgery to 'set in', so keep him safe, clean, and fed for that time." He grinned. "I find that anticipation and waiting spices up the appetite."

"You know..." Alan leaned in close, "I like you. You might even be my Heir Apparent; none of my Hedonists are as militarily adept as either one of us. So just follow my lead, and you might control," he gestured across the lobby of the former Airport, "all of this one day."

Alex listened carefully to everything the colonel had said, managing to hide his irritation at being turned into a glorified jail guard and guiding this poor idiot to all sorts of interesting adventures. However, the Colonel's last words made his ears prick up. Command wasnt his favorite, but he was capable of doing it if he absolutely had to. Controlling this entire place was very appealing. He knew the first change he would make...

He suddenly put his mind back into reality and not the future, and turned to the colonel. "Thank you sir, i wouldnt know about the whole anticipation and waiting thing in this context...". I better get the mutie to his appointments." He drew his laser pistol, the one that had been modified to pacify rather than kill. Poking par in the back, he escorted him away, not even bothering to look at the pathetic puppet in the corner.

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Alex had changed out of his armour while his prisoner was being attended to, and was currently wearing his military longcoat. He sat down, gesturing for the prisoner to do the same while he stared at him with eyes as cold as ice. He didnt exactly want to visualize what had happened to the prisoner so far. He wondered if the prisoner would even want to talk.

"Your name?"

Par sat down, a little frightened, but not to the point of incoherence. Unknown to Alan or Alex, he had already sized up what he saw of the place, marveling at its technological sophistication but at the same time, also observing the enemy's strength.

"Paradise Rapids, but you can call me Par," the former merchant said, not attempting to cover himself. "Interesting place you have here, but I can tell that a lot of the retrofitting is both recent and obvious. This was not a military base in the beginning, isn't it?" He reviewed his knowledge of Pre-War New York. "JFK National Airport. I can see why you'd want this place."

"So, Alan asked you to test how smart I am. Judging by your expressions, you must not think of me as that."

"No. Not particularly. And we use this place because it is best suited for our aims. " Alex said simply.

Before Alex can move to his second question, Par then jumped in with one of his own.

"I can tell you don't like being your commander's errand boy. Is that the case?" More questions came out. "If so, then why do you serve him - is it because you see him as keeping America strong?"

Alex was irritated. Why was this mutie so talkative? Other soldiers handling prisoners wouldnt have to deal with this shit. Part of him wished that this mutie just yelled a lot like all the other prisoners that he had seen now and again. Not to mention, some of those questions seemed to show that he had learned a lot of things about the enclave after only being here a short time.

"The colonel has led us well. Under his leadership we will make this country great again."

Par tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. He was curious now, as well as skeptical.

"All true, all true; as long as the military victories keep coming, any...quirk can be forgiven, any discomfort can be bottled up." A chuckle.

"And you said 'Colonel', not 'President'." Relaxed shoulders, a sign that Par felt no threat.

"I talk and talk in order to defend myself, to give myself a few crucial seconds before Alan ravishes me. He told you that he can wait a few days; those days will be enough for my friends to reach the Brotherhood; find a way to rescue me. And even if you tell your Colonel this, he'll be arrogant enough to humor me."

Alex laughed, although there was absolutely no humor in it whatsoever.

"If your brotherhood find us, we will just reenact what we just did on liberty island. We are better trained, more advanced and better organised." He gave another humorless smile. "Your allies won't get past our first blockade."

He was tempted to voice his distaste for the "Quirks" but decided to keep his trap shut.

"Yes, because the Enclave has such a good record of holding a defensive line," Par was a little sarcastic. "Either way, one final question and I can go to sleep, hopefully dreaming of more delaying tactics."

"If your leader wasn't bringing home the metaphorical bacon, would it be right to say you would have 'fragged' him already?"

"If our leader was incompetent, we would have removed him by any means necessary. Now get up. We are done here." Alex got up, and gestured for Par to follow him.

Par got up, looking pleased with himself as Alex guided him to a spare bedroom, where, after finally covering himself up with a blanket, he slept.

He knew this; that he had found out more information about the Enclave and perhaps even some internal tensions, and that was the best he can hope for.

@Simple Unicycle

Danny was impressed with the their Citadel following behind the others,"So what can a medic like me do for you tin cans?" The ghoul spoke up form everyone else.The looks of the other Brotherhood members staring at them but he didn't mind since this was regular for him and himself ignoring their gaze.

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"Is their a something i can do while i am here?Perhaps be fitted for my armor?Or perhaps i can help with some heavy lifting?" Ahab spoke up form behind the group.His large frame getting more scolds then gazes from the Brotherhood members.Some of them making commits that they should kill Ahab before he could attack them.

Ahab of course did not mind them and kept walking close to the group having what seemed to be a tin can thrown at the back of his head.

@Simple Unicycle

Tom was up and ready to start on his new path in life. He never thought he would think or say anything like this but in this world who knew what could happen next? "Okay, let's go to the Sky Citadel." If Tom had any taste buds left saying that would probably of left a foul taste in his mouth.

As the ghoul enter the city his eyes scanned the area and one of the first things he saw were some people who didn't look vary happy to see him. Ignoring them Tom took in the area as he followed Lawrence to where ever he was taking them.

@Eviledd1984
Lawrence would answer both Danny and Ahab: "Alright; Danny, go to the clinic on the seventh floor. Ahab, there's an armory on the eleventh floor, they might have cooked something up in the case of a super mutant member. Now, both of you go off." Danny, of course, heads up to the seventh floor and would find that the whole floor has been dedicated as a clinic. There are beds all along the walls, most of which are full. Doctors walk back and forth between beds, checking on patients. There's high-tech medical supplies here and there as well, and there are also loads of chems and stimpaks; more than they even had at the hospital, and that was an actual clinic before the war! There were some guards dressed in T-60 power armor that stared at him, but the doctors and patients didn't seem to mind him.



Ahab would find himself on the eleventh floor, which was a blacksmith and armory, just like Lawrence said. There were people in all sorts of clothes, from leather jackets to aprons to brahmin-hide clothes to jumpsuits, but they all had one thing in common: they all had welding masks on and a tool in their hand. Guards would look at him, even raising their laser rifles, but would not shoot at him. The armorers watch him as well, but still tend to their duties.

@Trevor1001
Lawrence wasn't taking anyone anywhere. He seemed to just be allowing them to find wherever he sent each individual. "So, where is it you want to go, ghoul?" Asks Lawrence, who's standing by the door. "I'll give you the directions to any place that an Initiate is allowed to go to."

Vor Shinse sighed, mentally. The man was either British or had seen one too many holotapes, although there was no telling how he would have gotten here from the British Isles, of all places... His gaze didn't escape her notice either and she briefly considered using his perversion to her advantage so she could get a few extra caps out of him, but that was a slippery slope. All it took was one mistake and this guy bragging in a bar before she was getting cornered in some dark place, surrounded by expectant characters. And she really didn't want to get kicked out for murder so soon after arriving. Instead, she forced a smile. Perhaps "charm" would work just as well as skin.

"Oh, dear. Lawrence, the Brotherhood solider who told me to come here, said you could really help me out..." She said, pulling the name from some part of her mind that had barely been paying attention.

"He said you were the best man to see and that you could really help a lady out... He said you'd would give me at least 500 caps for this haul and even told me to tell you he'd put in a good word in with a certain someone if you helped me out..." Inwardly, she was almost disgusted with herself but outwardly she was hoping she appeared polite and submissive, two words that were rarely, if ever, used to describe her.

@Simple Unicycle

@Simple Unicycle

Tom thought for a second. "It has been awhile since I had anything good to eat. Where can I get some good grub?"

@Simple Unicycle

Danny went to the elevator heading into the clinic to start working on some of the patients,"Hi you smoothskin where is your head doctor?Im a doctor from the wasteland and im here to help ya" He said looking around and was impressed with all of the chems and medical equipment they had.What was mostly impressed with was that the clinic was much cleaner but this place would be a step up form the shit hole he would usual work with.

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Ahab found his way to the armory making his way to the armory table to ask for his power armor,"Hello...my name is Ahab i was sent here by Lawrence to be fitted with power armor" The tall mutant said looking down at the armory clerk."You have many weapons on display..do you have a harpoon to pierce a white whale?" Ahab said in a joking manner chuckling a little bit but was sure they would not get the joke.

@Eviledd1984
The doctor says that the head doctor is in his office, at the other end of the room. Once Danny steps inside, he would see an elderly black man, with skin like tanned leather, reading a book entitled 'How to Pretend You're Reading'. He looks up and sees Danny, then asks: "Can I help you?"


Ahab would meet a young woman wearing a Brotherhood Initiate uniform, who looks up at him, frowning upon noticing that he is a super mutant. Nonetheless, she speaks to him. Ignoring his question about a harpoon gun, she replies: "We've been working on some power armor to fit a super mutant since another super mutant named Fawkes joined down in DC. We'll see what we have." The woman then heads into a room and leaves for several minutes, before coming back out with large T-51b power armor, very clearly large enough to fit a super mutant, on a trolley. She rolls it in front of him, then declares: "This is the prototype model. It should keep you safe, but it doesn't have a helmet; we're still working on it. Check back in a week or so and we might have it finished."


@Trevor1001
"Check the mess hall on the second floor. They'll get you some grub. Tell them that Lawrence sent you, they'll get you some grub." Once Tom goes into the elevator to go to the second floor, he would arrive in a few seconds and find a room bustling with activity: there are lots of tables, with Brotherhood members crowding each one. There must be at least a thousand people there, and he's the only ghoul in sight. Still, most of them just look his way for a moment then go back to eating. It appears that most of them are eating meat from wasteland creatures, but some are eating packaged pre-war food, such as Saddle Up Salisbury Steak and Fancy Lad Snacks.


@Hjalti
Orson grins, his nasty brown teeth being fully revealed. "You know Lawrence, you say? Well I don't see why I can't bump up your pay to... Let's say 550." He then pulls out a brown pouch and hands it to Vor, inside being five hundred and fifty caps. "Now go on girly, I gotta see what stuff's worth salvaging and what isn't."

@Simple Unicycle

"Yeah im here to help ya smoothskins with the wounded in this place..." Danny said looking at the old man studying him up and down with his eyes."So where can i start smoothskin.." He then added looking towards the high tech machinacary beside the old man.

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Ahab looked at the young woman with a big smile on his face,"Thank you very much young lady this will be perfect for when combating the Enclave" Ahab said walking over to the pile of power armor,"I am like Captain Ahab putting on his uniform but i have no Ishmeal and no Queequeg as my companions,But this will do nicely" Ahab said now picking up the armor.

"Is there a fitting room so i may put on this armor in a more private room?" He asked her looking around.

@Simple Unicycle

David was thoroughly impressed with the Sky Citadel, not having seen anything like it since the main Citadel in DC. David, also being a ghoul, did note the occasional confused or insulted glance his way, but he didn't make much of it. Once Lawrence had finished telling the others where they could find various things, David made his request. "Excuse me, but I happen to have a pre-war map of the US, updated with any post-war locations I have come across. I was hoping to speak with your scribes, exchange information on post-war locations with them. Where would I go for this?"

@Eviledd1984
The old man smiles faintly. "Ah, a ghoul doctor; rare to see those around. Well, you can start anywhere you like; help a patient or two, replace iv bags, hell you can even mop the floors if you want. Whatever you could do to help out this clinic, myself and the Brotherhood would appreciate it."


"All you need to do," the woman paused to pull a cylinder-like object out of her satchel, "is put this into the valve on the back. It's a fusion core. Take as many as you can when you find them, they're needed to power the suit. After you have that it, turn the valve and the suit will open. Climb in and it'll close for you."


@Lord Coake
"Oh? Well, the scribes are on level... What was it again? Ah, yes, level thiry-four. You'll find all of our scribes and most of our technology there." Replies Lawrence. Should David head to the thirty-fourth floor, he would find a room bustling with activity, same as the first floor. It looks very familiar to David, like the Citadel's laboratory down in DC. There's lots of technology, be it laying around or being repaired or just being used by the scribes. None of them pay any mind to David, as their superior mentality probably means that they know he is simply a very irradiated human and as such aren't worried or scared of him.

@Simple Unicycle

David would thank Lawrence for the directions, and find his way to the floor with the scribes. The massive technology lab was impressive, equal to that of the DC and Chicago Brotherhood's, possibly even more advanced. After taking a brief moment to admire the sheer amount of advanced technology, David would approach the closest scribe that did not appear too busy, and ask his question. "Excuse me, who would I speak with about exchanging map information? I have a pre-war map of the US, and I'm trying to update it with as many settlements and locations as I can."