Kingfisher

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Ho-ly shit guys. That was...veeery fast. Me and Biscuits gotta catch up.

@Stitches

My bad. I'll wait for you guys before the next one.

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@Kingslee The Lazzari family came to power in the last 3 years or so. Sorry for the slow response! Joel is very much accepted. Glad we have our mandatory Fallout Doggo. Feel free to put him in the CS tab.

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@Sol Grim

Breckinridge was something of a hard man, but even his pain threshold had its limits. A gunshot through the knee, a broken arm, and losing a finger, had certainly pushed him past his limits.

“Gah, Fuck! Alright, Stop! STOP!” the man shrieked, grasping madly at his hand, as bright red blood spurted out of the crooked gash where his pinky finger had been.

“Jesus, FUCK!” he yelped, shaking and juddering in agony “The Pagan’s aren’t dead they’re just...missing. We’re keeping them at a camp, outside of New Reno.”

It took Breckinridge a good thirty seconds before he could speak again, his face contorted in a mess of pain.

“The m-map...it leads to Vault 93. The Tribals in New Canaan...they’ve started fucking worshiping it, or some shit. If you want safe passage through their lands, you need an offering to their Blood God. That’s what the Pagans are going to be.”

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“Fuck you!”

BANG! BANG! BANG! KABOOOOM!

A volley of gunshots rattled through the air, tearing to shreds anything unlucky enough to be caught up in the hellish downpour of metal and fire.

Even with Redding pushing him out of the way, David was unlucky enough to get clipped by a stray shot from one of the Fiend’s, blowing his brains out all over the bar counter.

The Fiends didn’t relent, letting loose and spraying bullets in every direction. Pool tables were ripped into splinters, bystanders were riddled with holes, and the glasses that still lined the counter exploded in a mess of glass shards.

“You’re a dead man, Redding!” Teresa giggled, swaying with giddy excitement “Your threats are fucking Brahmin piss in the wind.”

Still tipsy with joy, Teresa skipped over to the corner of the room, where a pre-war jukebox sat. She gave it a little kick and it blared to life.

“Now this is more like it!” she cackled, a big toothy grin planted on her face.

“Time to root out the mole rats.” Warren said darkly, the hint of a smirk spreading across his wiry face. One hand slipped down to his belt, wrapping around the grenade which he kept there.

“Boom.”

He pulled out the pin and tossed it across the room, the grenade landing behind the bar counter, as time started tick tick ticking by. Every second was precious.

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@KingfisherAlright, so here's where I ask about the general layout of the Desperado. Where exactly is the entrance to the kitchens in relation to the bar, does David have a weapon bigger than Redding's compact 9mm behind the bar? Does Redding have to do an intimidation check to make sure he doesn't piss himself at fifteen armed mercenaries?

@Leidenschaft

I'll attach a picture of the Desperado from the game, for reference.

David has a shotgun behind the bar. No, Redding doesn't have to do an intimidation check. I'll leave his response up to you.

Desperado

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Ah, fuck.

@Leidenschaft

Shit, its the fuzz.

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@Kingslee I like what's there so far. Looking good!

also

LOOK AT ME BEING ALL TRENDY AND RESPONDING TO THE CURRENT STATE OF EVENTS IC. IS THIS HOW I GM, GOIYS?

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Somewhere, deep within the windswept landscape of Post-War California, an old radio crackles to life.

“Thank you for meeting with me, sir. I’m glad you’ve come round to our way of thinking.”

“I’ll admit it took some persuasion, but I truly believe you and your men have the right of things; the right vision for America.”

“That’s all we ever wanted, sir. What’s best for the people of the wasteland.”

“And you think Hamilton is the right way to go about it?”

“The only way, sir.”

“Very well. This is everything my people could find about 93. I hope it proves useful.”

“I’m sure that it will...Mister President.”

George and Oliver Fedorov hadn’t been very close in recent years. George had gone and decided life was best spent mooching off others and drifting from place-to-place, whereas Oliver had become the leader of The Deathless; one of New Reno’s most prominent gangs. George spent all his caps on Golden Globes vids and jet, whereas Oliver ran arms deals and stole weapons from the NCR. George was generally hated and looked down upon, whereas Oliver was both feared and respected by the people of New Reno.

But at the end of the day, George was still Oliver’s brother. And when Redding Schmidt killed George over a dispute about a dead hooker, Oliver decided it was time to send a very clear message that the Fedorov’s were not to be fucked with.

Fifteen heavily armed mercenaries made their way down the neon-lit streets of New Reno on that particular night. They were some of the deadliest members of a gang once known as “The Fiends”, having moved West after the death of Motor-Runner. Every raider was garbed from head-to-toe in armour fashioned from old belts and bits of leather, and they were armed with state-of-the-art weaponry that had been looted from a Gun Runner caravan.

The three toughest and meanest of the group acted as its leaders. They were…

Warren ‘The Wretch’- a vicious bastard with sharp teeth and a sharper eye. He wielded a submachine gun, and tallied each of his kills by marking them on his flesh.

Sid ‘The Ogre’- A giant of a man, built like a super mutant, with cold eyes and a double-barrel
shotgun in his hands.

And finally

Heartless Teresa Hoyle- the most vicious bitch west of Hoover Dam. She liked to send her enemies out in a blaze of glory with her flamethrower, or stick them with her machete when they got too close.

Folks were quick to get off the streets when they saw the Fiends coming their way, and it wasn't long before the usually bawdy nightlife had pretty much flittered away.

“I can already fucking taste the blood,” Teresa grinned , letting out a snorty cackle“I’m gonna light this join up like it's the Great War, come again.”

“We’re only getting paid to take care of Schmidt.” Warren reminded her, grumbling slightly.

“Sure, sure,” Teresa nodded “anything else is just for fun.”

The Fiends made their way up to the Desperado, where two of Donna Regina’s most intimidating thugs stood guard.

“We’re not too keen on tribals.” One of the big men muttered, peering down at the raiders from beneath his black chilby.

Sid blew two holes in his chest, painting the Desperado sign red. When the other man reached for his gun, Warren planted a bullet between his eyes, letting his corpse slide slowly down to the ground, a red smear splattered against the wall behind him.

Teresa was the first to head inside, leaping through the doors, and tumbling into the Desperado. She decided her entrance wasn't quite dramatic enough, and proceeded to grab hold of a pool cue from one of the tables, and beat a man over the back of the head with it.

“Listen up, cocksuckers!” She shrieked, giddy with bloodlust “which one of you cumstains is Redding Schmidt?!”

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Thank you. Did the Courier help the NCR out during his travels? I would assume so given they won despite what terrible condition they were in without his interventions but I guess there could be other reasons they won too.

@Kingslee

He/She did indeed, up until siding with House.

Just doing some work stuff, then I'll read through the IC. Great posts so far, everyone! The game is really coming along nicely.

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Apologies if this has already been answered but what was the result of the Mojave campaign and the second battle of Hoover Dam?

@Kingslee

Good question, I don't think I've actually addressed this, yet.

The NCR won the second battle of Hoover Dam, with the help of the Boomers and Enclave Remnants. The Courier fought for Mister House, and, after the Battle, the Independent Economic Zone of New Vegas was established, with the NCR pulling out of the strip. General Oliver was disgraced, and ended up drinking himself to death in the aftermath.

Caesar's Legion still holds lands in Arizona, all thought its starting to splinter. Legate Lanius is the current Caesar.

Lemmie know if you have any more questions!

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@Leidenschaft

David was impressed that Redding remembered his name, but he tried not to let his face show it. Needed to keep at least semi-professional after all, and the Pimp might take offense at the suggestion that he wouldn’t have recognised him. The big players in Reno tended to be quite...unpredictable, after all.

“The ghoul, huh?” The bartender took a moment to ponder that, as he set about serving the Pimp his beer.

Redding’s offer was a tempting one; so much so that it made David wonder if this was information he should really be sharing. But, then again, who was he to turn down a free shag?

“I ain’t see no ghouls specifically, but there was this fella in a mask ‘n shit talkin’ to Mancini. Didn’t see his face, but he could quite easily have been a ghoul, I suppose.”

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@Sol Grim

Breckinridge stood, practically motionless in the centre of the street. He took the cigarette fairly casually, igniting it with a silver lighter which he pulled out of his flowing trench coat.

“I am.” the figure said, taking a drag from the cigarette.

“I don’t have any intention of telling you why, and I don’t suppose you’ll ever find out.”

There was a blur of movement, and then suddenly Breckinridge was pointing a silenced pistol squarely at Dallen’s chest.

“I doubt you can comprehend quite what you’ve stumbled upon, mutie. I’m sorry that your journey has to end here, but trust me when I say...it’s for the benefit of every American.”

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@Stitches

Once David was done serving Redding, he turned his attention to the newcomers. The girl was prettier than most the street trash he got around here, and he was more than happy to sneak a few glances as he went over to talk to her companion.

“What can I get ya, friends?”