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Ace Makovich - Salem - Morning
Ace carried the bloody ghoul as far as he could, but even soon his strength started to give way. The ghoul was muttering unintelligibly most likely due to blood loss, and of course due to loosing limbs. Ace stopped for a moment, by the diners back wall, and leaned the ghoul up next to it. He looked down at his clothes they were covered in blood, he groanned realizing he'd have to throw his clothes out.
His arms ached and he tried lifting him up but struggled. He saw no other option but to drag him. He made his way around the diner and headed for the clinic. Frieda was standing guard outside, she probably heard the fighting. Ace Pulled the ghoul over to the clinic and made his way u the few steps. Frieda kept some distance from him, "This way," Frieda directed Ace. "There's an empty cot over there," she pointed.
Ace placed the ghoul on the cot and stepped back. Frieda cleared her throat and turned to Ace. "Situation under control, out there? What happened?"
Ace looked at his hands and then back up to Frieda. "Ummm...well..." He scratched his heads unsure of how telling Frieda of a super mutant attack. After all she was super mistrustful of Rook already, and she was suspicious of him. He mumbled, "super mutant attack..." She gave him a look, and he looked up at her, "Its a super mutant attack...but before you whig out and freak out or something... Rook is fighting them... and... and... so is another mutant..."
Ace carried the bloody ghoul as far as he could, but even soon his strength started to give way. The ghoul was muttering unintelligibly most likely due to blood loss, and of course due to loosing limbs. Ace stopped for a moment, by the diners back wall, and leaned the ghoul up next to it. He looked down at his clothes they were covered in blood, he groanned realizing he'd have to throw his clothes out.
His arms ached and he tried lifting him up but struggled. He saw no other option but to drag him. He made his way around the diner and headed for the clinic. Frieda was standing guard outside, she probably heard the fighting. Ace Pulled the ghoul over to the clinic and made his way u the few steps. Frieda kept some distance from him, "This way," Frieda directed Ace. "There's an empty cot over there," she pointed.
Ace placed the ghoul on the cot and stepped back. Frieda cleared her throat and turned to Ace. "Situation under control, out there? What happened?"
Ace looked at his hands and then back up to Frieda. "Ummm...well..." He scratched his heads unsure of how telling Frieda of a super mutant attack. After all she was super mistrustful of Rook already, and she was suspicious of him. He mumbled, "super mutant attack..." She gave him a look, and he looked up at her, "Its a super mutant attack...but before you whig out and freak out or something... Rook is fighting them... and... and... so is another mutant..."
@Crimson Paladinyes but you now have andro and his character too
sorry for delay, I started playing Civ IV again, and that game consumed my free time. So addictive, luckily I find it boring again. Wont have to worry about it for a few months.
Rick Noel – Clinic – Morning
"It does give me an idea however, I wonder if we might be able to send a similar request to The Directorate for assistance here. Word it in such a way that they might find interest in sending some aid. Some medical supplies and equipment for the clinic would do wonders here and if we could get a Courser requisitioned...well, the town wouldn't have to worry about attacks from raiders anymore. That's for sure. It’s a long shot, I know, and we'd have to be extremely discrete about it to the townsfolk. Perhaps we should give it some thought at least..."
Rick listened to the doc and pondered for a bit. He shook his head, “That could always be a possibility. I see no reason for them to say no, as long as we provide something in exchange. I can’t see them doing it out of goodness of their heart. As far as courser, that’d be a toughie, how would its presence or skills be explained.”
Rick leaned against the wall scratching his head and then turning to the doc, “Plus, at the moment, we don’t have that many coursers. The Homefront takes priority; I can send a message out to them. From my old files I seem to recall a secure communication location near hear, somewhere were agents could resupply and hide out if they couldn’t be transported. I’ll see what I can find.”
With that said Rick excused himself, and headed back to the house. He grabbed his bag and headed back out. He needed to locate a terminal, but was unsure of where to find one. He looked at the turrets on the center of town, and followed the cabling. The cabling led to building next to where the generator had been dropped off. He made his way up the building, it looked deserted, but he could tell people had been there recently.
It was dimly lit, but boarded windows provided just enough light through the gaps, to make it visible. He made his way up, to what looked like a reconstructed room. The walls and roof had been rebuilt as best as possible. There were various terminals, which made him happy. He sat in front of one and luckily enough it was unlocked. He pulled a holotape from his pack and inserted it.
He typed his password in, and soon the institute Emblem Appeared on the screen followed by a folder with multiple files. He began searching, and found his old SRB files, including locations of safehouses. Lucky for them, there was one and it was very close. Rick smiled, and ejected the holotape. He looked around the room, and wondered why there were so many terminals. Most were off, but one caught his attention.
He saw on the monitor multiple images, but they were moving. It was a surveillance feed. From the looks of it, and based on how the images moved, the turrets had cameras and were feeding a live feed to this terminal. The monitor next to it had info for the turrets, most likely targeting parameters. These were pretty advanced parameters and turrets for a place like Salem. Made him wonder about who had installed them and ran them.
He covered his tracks, ensuring everything was back to the way he had left it. Having a near eidetic memory helped. Once out of the building he headed over to the clinic but heard gunshots and yelling. He made his way to the edge of town past the Inn. He nearly froze when he saw mutants in the distance. He saw one =, running at high speed charging the mutants head on; a little foolhardy, even for someone as strong as a super mutant. Oddly enough he came from town, did the town have mutants?
He remained behind covered and took aim at the mutants, but unsure whether to shoot at the one that charged. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he quickly barreled to the side taking aim at whoever was behind him. “Easy cowboy, it’s just me.” Ace replied as he held his hand up smirking.
“Shit, you scared me,” Rick Replied as he lowered his gun and stood up and crouched by a log overlooking the fight.
Ace crouched next to him and aimed what looked like a plasma gun based on the glowing green color coming from slits on the barrel. “Quick thinking on your part, never expected you to move that quickly. Lucky for me you didn’t pull the trigger…that’s good, shows you’re not a killer” Ace replied as he kept his eyes fixed on the fight.
Rick looked down, and realized Ace was right. The killing of that raider from before was bothering him, it weighed on his mind. “Yeah…” Rick said as he looked back up.
“You see that hollering mutie that ran towards the others? Don’t shoot him, he’s on our side…allegedly. His name is Rook, make sure you aim for the others.” Ace said as he pointed at the mutant. Rick nodded, and as he was crouched he moved closer. He heard one mutant yell for a medic, which caught both him and Ace off guard. They saw another mutant but he looked like he was wearing some sort of power armor.
They made their way to the wall, and they heard the sounds of turret motor. Ace sounded puzzled, as he remarked he never seen that turret before. It didn’t whirr or beep as they got closer, which meant it wasn’t targeting them. Though from the looks it wasn’t joined to the other turret network.
Ace pointed at something and they made their way, it looked like there was an injured man. Upon closer look, he was missing limbs and was bleeding badly, worst of all he was a mutant. The ghoul seemed to be still alive. Rick slowly muttered ugh in disgust. "Bad enough he's ghoul, to be torn like that..." Ace said breaking the silence. Ace bent down picking up the man, "I'll take him to clinic, I doubt doc will be able to do anything, based on his condition." Rick turned back to the action, settled his nerves and began targeting the mutants that seemed hostile. He made sure not to shoot the armored one, and the one Ace had mentioned.
"It does give me an idea however, I wonder if we might be able to send a similar request to The Directorate for assistance here. Word it in such a way that they might find interest in sending some aid. Some medical supplies and equipment for the clinic would do wonders here and if we could get a Courser requisitioned...well, the town wouldn't have to worry about attacks from raiders anymore. That's for sure. It’s a long shot, I know, and we'd have to be extremely discrete about it to the townsfolk. Perhaps we should give it some thought at least..."
Rick listened to the doc and pondered for a bit. He shook his head, “That could always be a possibility. I see no reason for them to say no, as long as we provide something in exchange. I can’t see them doing it out of goodness of their heart. As far as courser, that’d be a toughie, how would its presence or skills be explained.”
Rick leaned against the wall scratching his head and then turning to the doc, “Plus, at the moment, we don’t have that many coursers. The Homefront takes priority; I can send a message out to them. From my old files I seem to recall a secure communication location near hear, somewhere were agents could resupply and hide out if they couldn’t be transported. I’ll see what I can find.”
With that said Rick excused himself, and headed back to the house. He grabbed his bag and headed back out. He needed to locate a terminal, but was unsure of where to find one. He looked at the turrets on the center of town, and followed the cabling. The cabling led to building next to where the generator had been dropped off. He made his way up the building, it looked deserted, but he could tell people had been there recently.
It was dimly lit, but boarded windows provided just enough light through the gaps, to make it visible. He made his way up, to what looked like a reconstructed room. The walls and roof had been rebuilt as best as possible. There were various terminals, which made him happy. He sat in front of one and luckily enough it was unlocked. He pulled a holotape from his pack and inserted it.
He typed his password in, and soon the institute Emblem Appeared on the screen followed by a folder with multiple files. He began searching, and found his old SRB files, including locations of safehouses. Lucky for them, there was one and it was very close. Rick smiled, and ejected the holotape. He looked around the room, and wondered why there were so many terminals. Most were off, but one caught his attention.
He saw on the monitor multiple images, but they were moving. It was a surveillance feed. From the looks of it, and based on how the images moved, the turrets had cameras and were feeding a live feed to this terminal. The monitor next to it had info for the turrets, most likely targeting parameters. These were pretty advanced parameters and turrets for a place like Salem. Made him wonder about who had installed them and ran them.
He covered his tracks, ensuring everything was back to the way he had left it. Having a near eidetic memory helped. Once out of the building he headed over to the clinic but heard gunshots and yelling. He made his way to the edge of town past the Inn. He nearly froze when he saw mutants in the distance. He saw one =, running at high speed charging the mutants head on; a little foolhardy, even for someone as strong as a super mutant. Oddly enough he came from town, did the town have mutants?
He remained behind covered and took aim at the mutants, but unsure whether to shoot at the one that charged. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he quickly barreled to the side taking aim at whoever was behind him. “Easy cowboy, it’s just me.” Ace replied as he held his hand up smirking.
“Shit, you scared me,” Rick Replied as he lowered his gun and stood up and crouched by a log overlooking the fight.
Ace crouched next to him and aimed what looked like a plasma gun based on the glowing green color coming from slits on the barrel. “Quick thinking on your part, never expected you to move that quickly. Lucky for me you didn’t pull the trigger…that’s good, shows you’re not a killer” Ace replied as he kept his eyes fixed on the fight.
Rick looked down, and realized Ace was right. The killing of that raider from before was bothering him, it weighed on his mind. “Yeah…” Rick said as he looked back up.
“You see that hollering mutie that ran towards the others? Don’t shoot him, he’s on our side…allegedly. His name is Rook, make sure you aim for the others.” Ace said as he pointed at the mutant. Rick nodded, and as he was crouched he moved closer. He heard one mutant yell for a medic, which caught both him and Ace off guard. They saw another mutant but he looked like he was wearing some sort of power armor.
They made their way to the wall, and they heard the sounds of turret motor. Ace sounded puzzled, as he remarked he never seen that turret before. It didn’t whirr or beep as they got closer, which meant it wasn’t targeting them. Though from the looks it wasn’t joined to the other turret network.
Ace pointed at something and they made their way, it looked like there was an injured man. Upon closer look, he was missing limbs and was bleeding badly, worst of all he was a mutant. The ghoul seemed to be still alive. Rick slowly muttered ugh in disgust. "Bad enough he's ghoul, to be torn like that..." Ace said breaking the silence. Ace bent down picking up the man, "I'll take him to clinic, I doubt doc will be able to do anything, based on his condition." Rick turned back to the action, settled his nerves and began targeting the mutants that seemed hostile. He made sure not to shoot the armored one, and the one Ace had mentioned.
Ace Makovich - Salem - Morning
Ace watched as Brandy made her way up the ladder. Ace shook his head, he had only mentioned going out the side door for her own benefit. He shrugged and made his way out the cellar door, this was something he would deal with later. As he walked out he saw Brandy making her way to her place, part of him wanted to go after her, but when he looked up and saw the generator, he figured he better go work on that.
As he headed up the old apartment he looked up at the ceiling. The trusses and beams he installed were holding. The ceiling and roof would need to hold out, but with this support structure he set up leading from the roof to the basement, should hold out. He kept going up and made his way to the generator. As he looked at it he noticed that it was few inches off from where it was needed.
As he pondered on what he should do, after all the generator was extremely heavy, he saw Rook sitting doodling on the ground. He looked back at the generator and then over to Rook. He smiled as the thought of using his brute strength, came to mind. Sure it might be heavy for Rook, but it was either that or risk the roof collapsing under the uneven weight distribution.
Ace quickly ran down the stairs and headed over to where Rook was sitting. As Rook drew on the ground Ace slowly approached him, he didn’t want to startle the green giant. He stood in front of rook, “Hey there Rook…I see you’re drawing on the ground…Hey listen, I need your help for a bit. We placed a generator on the roof of that apartment building, and it’s slightly off and need someone strong, like you to move it. What do you say?”
As he stood there in front of Rook, sudden gunshots could be heard in the distance. Ace looked towards the direction of the gunfire. “What the hell was that?” Ace said t as he looked back at Rook. Ace’s hand fell down to his gun; he could hear some bellowing screams. It was deep and angry, sounded eerily familiar to certain green skinned mutants. “Shit…” Ace muttered.
Ace watched as Brandy made her way up the ladder. Ace shook his head, he had only mentioned going out the side door for her own benefit. He shrugged and made his way out the cellar door, this was something he would deal with later. As he walked out he saw Brandy making her way to her place, part of him wanted to go after her, but when he looked up and saw the generator, he figured he better go work on that.
As he headed up the old apartment he looked up at the ceiling. The trusses and beams he installed were holding. The ceiling and roof would need to hold out, but with this support structure he set up leading from the roof to the basement, should hold out. He kept going up and made his way to the generator. As he looked at it he noticed that it was few inches off from where it was needed.
As he pondered on what he should do, after all the generator was extremely heavy, he saw Rook sitting doodling on the ground. He looked back at the generator and then over to Rook. He smiled as the thought of using his brute strength, came to mind. Sure it might be heavy for Rook, but it was either that or risk the roof collapsing under the uneven weight distribution.
Ace quickly ran down the stairs and headed over to where Rook was sitting. As Rook drew on the ground Ace slowly approached him, he didn’t want to startle the green giant. He stood in front of rook, “Hey there Rook…I see you’re drawing on the ground…Hey listen, I need your help for a bit. We placed a generator on the roof of that apartment building, and it’s slightly off and need someone strong, like you to move it. What do you say?”
As he stood there in front of Rook, sudden gunshots could be heard in the distance. Ace looked towards the direction of the gunfire. “What the hell was that?” Ace said t as he looked back at Rook. Ace’s hand fell down to his gun; he could hear some bellowing screams. It was deep and angry, sounded eerily familiar to certain green skinned mutants. “Shit…” Ace muttered.
Ace Makovich - Diner - Early Morning
Brandy turned to look up at him, her green eyes sparkled in the low lighting. “Good morning Honey,” she smiled, then she let out a long sigh, “you didn't wake me, Betty did a little bit ago. Why is she such a jerk?”
“I’m guessing it cause it’s in her nature, plus the fact someone sucker punched her, may have a tiny bit to do with it.” Ace replied as he placed his arm around her squeezing her.
She sat up, realizing she was wearing her birthday suit, she blushed and covered herself up, “Do you have a shirt I can wear?” A shy smile formed on her lips as she looked up at Ace. He grabbed her a shirt and she pulled it over head and bit her lip, “Can you hand me those?” She pointed at her panties in the floor, “Do you have a pair of boxers I can wear too?” she shrugged and grinned, “I'm sorry, I should have thought this through a little more. I had hoped you would let me stay the night, but the thought of spare clothes never crossed my mind.”
Ace let out a chuckle as he got up, picked the panties up and handed them to Brandy, “You know no reason to blush, nothing I haven’t seen before…” He went over to the dresser and handed him what she asked. She stood up and pulled Ace to her, burying her face into his chest as she hugged him. Brandy looked up at him; standing on her tippy toes she gave him a little kiss.
“I’d go out the cellar door if I were you. Steve is upstairs and so are other folk, plus Betty,” Ace said after he kissed her. He started to look around the room, for his tool box and found it under the bed. He placed it on the bed and opened it to make sure everything was in there, and closed it up. He kissed Brandy again and headed for the cellar door.
He stopped and turned, “Oh sorry, I know I just got here but we got a new generator and I want to make sure it’s ready to run as soon as possible...oh before I forget, yes there was vertibird. No, Brotherhood is not invading us. Yes, there are two scribes up on the apartment building, and No it won’t cost anyone anything.”
Brandy turned to look up at him, her green eyes sparkled in the low lighting. “Good morning Honey,” she smiled, then she let out a long sigh, “you didn't wake me, Betty did a little bit ago. Why is she such a jerk?”
“I’m guessing it cause it’s in her nature, plus the fact someone sucker punched her, may have a tiny bit to do with it.” Ace replied as he placed his arm around her squeezing her.
She sat up, realizing she was wearing her birthday suit, she blushed and covered herself up, “Do you have a shirt I can wear?” A shy smile formed on her lips as she looked up at Ace. He grabbed her a shirt and she pulled it over head and bit her lip, “Can you hand me those?” She pointed at her panties in the floor, “Do you have a pair of boxers I can wear too?” she shrugged and grinned, “I'm sorry, I should have thought this through a little more. I had hoped you would let me stay the night, but the thought of spare clothes never crossed my mind.”
Ace let out a chuckle as he got up, picked the panties up and handed them to Brandy, “You know no reason to blush, nothing I haven’t seen before…” He went over to the dresser and handed him what she asked. She stood up and pulled Ace to her, burying her face into his chest as she hugged him. Brandy looked up at him; standing on her tippy toes she gave him a little kiss.
“I’d go out the cellar door if I were you. Steve is upstairs and so are other folk, plus Betty,” Ace said after he kissed her. He started to look around the room, for his tool box and found it under the bed. He placed it on the bed and opened it to make sure everything was in there, and closed it up. He kissed Brandy again and headed for the cellar door.
He stopped and turned, “Oh sorry, I know I just got here but we got a new generator and I want to make sure it’s ready to run as soon as possible...oh before I forget, yes there was vertibird. No, Brotherhood is not invading us. Yes, there are two scribes up on the apartment building, and No it won’t cost anyone anything.”
Rick Noel - Clinic
Rick turned around as he heard the doctor and Frieda."Good morning Rick. Yes, indeed I saw them. In fact, I was just having a conversation with Frieda about their arrival here. She was just as concerned as we were, albeit for different reasons," he paused for a moment, "Frieda...this is Rick Noel. I'm not sure if you were properly introduced yet...but, well, he's an...associate of mine. I've told her who we are Rick. I believe we can trust Ms. Richter far better than we might trust any of our other informants on the surface. She doesn't have any reason to hate us, and indeed, sympathizes with us far better than anyone else might. I'm not an SRB Agent, I know, and perhaps I overstepped myself, but we need friends out here..."
Rick looked at them both, “No, doctor… I trust your judgment. But yes, miss we ware former institute fellows, left homeless after its destruction.” Rick wasn’t exactly sure how to react. It didn’t matter in the end, the doctor outranked Rick, and his word was final. If he felt it was necessary, it must have been with good reason.
"Who else knows about your...affiliations? Anyone?" she posed to both men, "If the Commonwealth wastelanders hate your...origins as much as mine, my guess is you have either kept it quiet or only told trusted folks. Let's just keep it that way, for now." She glanced back around, out the window and into the street. "Doesn't seem like they dropped off much more than a generator. No troops, artillery, anything like that." She turned back to Arthur and Rick. "Best thing to do is just act casual. Go about treating patients like usual, and...uh..." Frieda looked at Rick. "Whatever you do best. What is it you do?"
Rick looked back Frieda, a little taken a back, part of him felt she didn’t like him, or treated him with scorn due to his age. It was something he was used to living in the institute, but found it odd to experience here. He replied, “I’m a former SRB handler..not that there’s any importance to that , but…” Before he could finish, she turned to the doctor and told him she’d be back.
“Okay…did she say they dropped off a generator? Why would they… so I take it that’s why I saw some scribes up on that roof. Are they setting up a power grid for the town?” Rick said out loud as he watched Frieda leave and then turned to the doctor. “Is it me or does she seem a little off to you?”
Rick turned around as he heard the doctor and Frieda."Good morning Rick. Yes, indeed I saw them. In fact, I was just having a conversation with Frieda about their arrival here. She was just as concerned as we were, albeit for different reasons," he paused for a moment, "Frieda...this is Rick Noel. I'm not sure if you were properly introduced yet...but, well, he's an...associate of mine. I've told her who we are Rick. I believe we can trust Ms. Richter far better than we might trust any of our other informants on the surface. She doesn't have any reason to hate us, and indeed, sympathizes with us far better than anyone else might. I'm not an SRB Agent, I know, and perhaps I overstepped myself, but we need friends out here..."
Rick looked at them both, “No, doctor… I trust your judgment. But yes, miss we ware former institute fellows, left homeless after its destruction.” Rick wasn’t exactly sure how to react. It didn’t matter in the end, the doctor outranked Rick, and his word was final. If he felt it was necessary, it must have been with good reason.
"Who else knows about your...affiliations? Anyone?" she posed to both men, "If the Commonwealth wastelanders hate your...origins as much as mine, my guess is you have either kept it quiet or only told trusted folks. Let's just keep it that way, for now." She glanced back around, out the window and into the street. "Doesn't seem like they dropped off much more than a generator. No troops, artillery, anything like that." She turned back to Arthur and Rick. "Best thing to do is just act casual. Go about treating patients like usual, and...uh..." Frieda looked at Rick. "Whatever you do best. What is it you do?"
Rick looked back Frieda, a little taken a back, part of him felt she didn’t like him, or treated him with scorn due to his age. It was something he was used to living in the institute, but found it odd to experience here. He replied, “I’m a former SRB handler..not that there’s any importance to that , but…” Before he could finish, she turned to the doctor and told him she’d be back.
“Okay…did she say they dropped off a generator? Why would they… so I take it that’s why I saw some scribes up on that roof. Are they setting up a power grid for the town?” Rick said out loud as he watched Frieda leave and then turned to the doctor. “Is it me or does she seem a little off to you?”
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