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A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve Cooper- Salem

Steve pulled on leather harness but for whatever reason the unicorn did not want to move from this spot...

Rather than anger the creature straight away (and risky a kicking.) Steve decided to look and see what could be brothering the “unicorn” but looking around the only thing of note nearby was the old apartment block that had blood on the door.

Blood on the door?

Having been awestruck by the unicorn Steve had previously missed the blood trail that led from roughly where the unicorn was standing to the apartment block. It would appear the rider wasn’t shot off but had limped into that building...

Should go and check

Holstering his level action rifle Steve took out his deagle pistol and slowing approached the door. Places like this where hotspots for feral ghouls, seemlying able to survive off radiation alone the fuckers could lie in waiting in apartment blocks like this for years before some unlucky Sap disturbed them.

Silently Steve opened the door and slowly entered the apartment block, it was pretty clear someone had straggled in, knocked over some stuff and then fell down a short distance ahead with there being a small blood puddle on the flood but seemlying No body...

Injured... wouldn’t have left the creature so they must be resting in one of these apartments.

Walking as quietly as could Steve approached the room closet to the blood pile and opened the door. Inside was a one bedroom apartment, seemlying unlooted from the war judging by undisturbed skeletons watching TV and the un-opened Nuka cola sitting on the nearby coffee table.

should come back here for parts

Pocketing the Nuka cola Steve checked the next few apartment, one had seemlying been empty (or looted) since the bombs dropped, one had its owner skeleton hanging from the ceiling fan and some sort of brawl had occurred in the last one with most of the furniture and what was left of a skeleton lying broken on the floor but there was still no sign of the unicorn rider in any of the rooms..

Not wanting to search another 50 apartment or accidently stubble across a pack of sleeping Ghouls Steve decided to call out “hello anyone here?” hoping to get their attention “I found you’re...err unicorn I know you’re injured, I can help... there is a doctor in town I can take you too!"

Unsurprising there was no answer

With the blood on the floor and on the Unicorn leather seat the ride must have lost of alot of blood by now... if they hadn’t died it would only be a matter of time. Looking out the widow it was dark now no point continuing the search when Steve could back in a few days and smell out the corpse.

Most of their stuff is probably on the leather seat thing anyway... not worth it.
"Well guessing you're dead then... I'll be taking the unicorn!" Steve joking shouted out to himself as he left the apartment block.

Popping a buffout Pill Steve grabbed the leather harness again and whilst the unicorn struggled at the start eventually it understood they were going and the pair slowly made their way back to town and towards the dinner.

Approaching the dinner (which was now open) it appeared that some sort of trader had arrived and set up shop. The super mutant was also lurking nearby but thankfully it had seemlying not attempted to eat anyone yet.

“What the hell is that?” One of the caravan guards called out as he noticed Steve approach with the creature “some sort of one headed radstag?”

What the fuck is radstag?

“No I think it’s... an Unicorn.” Steve replied as he tried the creature’s loose harness strap to one of lampposts just outside the diner.

“Unicorn? Then why doesn’t it have a horn?”

“I don’t know...Radiation? I just recalled the name from a book I read awhile back, for all I know people call them buttstallions or some weird shit.”

“Regardless of what it’s called it’s mine now.” Steve added on as walked up to the counter “speaking of which Ace isn’t it? God only knows when it last ate or what it eats so what do you have for sale?”

“Start with the Vegetables.... Any Melons or carrots? Bound to have something it likes...”

In From The Fog: A Fallout Far Harbor Roleplay

James Williams-Far Harbour

The man let go of his pistol and sighed deeply “Well you’re probably wondering why I stopped you about your stupid hat.”
Pretty oblivious that your brotherhood.

My name is James Gregor Castner, Paladin of the Brotherhood of Steel. Possibly former based on today’s events. I was a part of a squad you might remember from the war: Lyon’s Pride.”, he started confidently, with a note of aged weariness as he mentioned his old squad.

“The brotherhood’s elite unit that heroically took back the water prufiler from the enclave with the help of the pesky Vault kid Ritchie and his merry super mutant enforcer ... yes you could say I heard of them.” James smirked.

Supposedly the kid let autumn walk out of there alive but we never saw him again.

“We certainly killed a lot of your kind in the war, and you killed plenty of ours. And you planned to kill a lot more than that”, he said that last part with some intensity.

“The events Oil Rig haunted alot of the leadership...I won’t try and defend what they attempt to do but like I said not everyone agreed with their plans, help why do you think Eden gave the FEV virus to the Vault kid?” James sadly replied as he though back to colonel Sutler, he’d lost his entire family on the Oil rig...

must have ruined him...

“But that was a decade ago. If you’re truly willing to put it behind you, if you truly want to help this town, then we should try not to kill each other and work together. I’ve got an eye on you though. I’ll kill you myself if you do something wrong. Deal?” He held out his hand, offering a handshake of understanding. "Just one question. Why would ex Enclaver care about helping a town like this?".

“I would be lying if I said they didn’t somewhat remind me of the enclave.” James replied as he shook the other James hand “but truthfully I have no-else to go but even if I did... The atom cultist fruitcakes.”
Too big of an unknown to avoid...

“Not sure if you saw what happened at the wall but You must have seen how the regular Atoms whackos have spread up and down the coast, if they get a hold of whatever mind controlling machine or bloody cult powers the ones of the island have then we are all fucked...."

Shortly after James had finished speaking the old codger, Longfellow stormed out of the last plank James turned to him and asked “hey what’s going on in there? is this do with what you found on the dock?"

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve Cooper - Salem

Frieda smiled and pointed to the scar in the dirt where she'd shot at Rook. "I have a feeling the Enclave wouldn't call them toys, and neither would --” She paused to look up, seemlying intending to call attention to the super mutant himself but had not noticed he walked off a short while ago.

Rather sneaky for someone large...

"Dammit!" she swore, whipping around, looking frantically for Rook. "Where did he go?" Frieda walked the length of the square to the other side and looked around. She rounded on Steve and jabbed an accusatory finger. "If not for your unnecessary babbling, that mutant wouldn't have just walked off like that!"

Liable to lose a finger doing that... Bob did

“What? He walked off towards the beach a short while ago.” Steve replied as he finished off the smoke “wait... didn’t you notice he was missing? Barney and Overcoat girl also walked off too.” He chuckled on.

"You better hope he doesn't end up killing someone, or that blood's gonna be on your hands," she growled. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to find a fucking cigarette!"

He ain’t gonna kill anyone.... alteast not yet

“No it will be their fault for not running away fast enough oh and by the way “pedigree” is your family history.” Steve called out as Frieda stormed off toward the town diner on her heroic & epical quest to find a cigarette.

Must really want an smoke

Heading back to the Den Steve quickly checked on Edgar and rose to make too sure they were working before making his way upstairs to what once was Manager Traylor’s office in the insurance company but now his temporary bedroom.

Depending on how successful the den was Steve would probably move out, maybe to that shack he saw on the docks but for now Taylor’s corner office was his bedroom although with the work going on downstairs he’d only brought a mattress up to the room and placed his stuff on Traylor’s desk.

Will have to clear this place out later...

Picking up his lever action rifle Steve headed back down stairs and spoke to Edgar & Rose. “A friendly super mutant came into town earlier on... it was even holding a fucking white flag.”

“What white flag mean? "Edgar asked

“That it wants peace.” Steve replied “mutant claimed it didn’t get along with others mutants and that it wanted to join the town and settle down... needless to say I don’t exactly trust it.”

“What are you going to do?” Rose asked looking at Steve’s rifle

“Super mutants aren’t exactly know for their stealth skills, if he’s a scout for an attack force like I expect then it shouldn’t be too hard to spot them... Mutants may be tough up-close but if you can pick them off at a distance they aren’t any more trouble than your usual wasteland trash.”

Also works to charge them but only got my knife... should get something bigger.

Leaving the Den Steve made his way to the outskirt of town to look for a super mutant attack force. Back in DC the thought of a super mutant ambush would be laughable but these green mutants where something different, ever since Steve had gotten trapped in that library by them it made sure not underestimate them.

What the fuck is that?

However Steve did not find super mutants on his trip...

Up head was some of creature... it moved somewhat like a dog on Four feet but was much bigger, had hooved feet and was seemlying capable of transporting humans judging by the leather seat? On the creature back.

Could this be that creature from the books? what was it now...An unicorn?

Be it a “unicorn” or some other creature it was seemlying non-hostile and allowed Steve to approach and even touch it, the creature had smooth haired skin, a tail and rather long face but oddly no horn for a "unicorn." but perhaps that was down to radiation.

Investigating the leather chair thing on its back Steve discovered it held an handful of supplies and other personal items seemlying belong to some woman “Eliza” but that it was also covered in blood... It this unicorn did have an owner it seemed like someone had shot them off.

No-one is around... rider is probably shot off and unicorn kept on going for abit... if that’s the case then unicorn is coming back with me... bet I could make a killing selling this or should I keep it?

Unsure how to ride such a creature Steve gently pulled on the leather strap thing on the “unicorn’s” face and attempted to guide it back to town before some wasteland trash decided they wanted the unicorn for themselves.

OOC: steve will be slowly heading back to town if anyone wants to stop him.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve Cooper- Salem
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Frieda blinked with this odd look on her face like she thought she was seemlying better than Steve or anyone for matter. "I failed to catch how my pedigree was any of your business. Ever consider I may in fact be, naturally gifted?"

you only say that when you worked with an group.

“Not anymore” Steve replied

She nodded at his lit cigarette, “Spare a smoke?"

Reaching in to his Leather Jacket pocket Steve took out a box of embassy cigarettes, opening the box he held it out for Frieda “Sure, you can have one.”

“Sure, If you tell me your “pedigree” as you called it.”

Sort of want to know what she’s hiding now...

Frieda refuses to tell

“Well then No smokes for you.” Steve teased as he shut the cigarette box. “And these are some high-class smokes from England...good luck finding someone else with them.” he added on as he put the smokes back in his jacket pocket.

“Well regardless of whatever mysterious group you seemlying worked for I was a combat engineer in the Talon Company, 3rd company for 17 years, worked my way up to Staff sergeant before those Tin-can dicks ruined everything.”

“But that was life time ago now...” Steve said as he took an puff on his cigarette “if you plasma pistol breaks or you want to upgrade it I should be able to fix it ... Brotherhood weren’t the only one to get some of those enclave toys.”

Enclave Path!

Frieda reveals enclave pasted.

“I remember you guys, trying to kill everyone and everything “mutated” in the wasteland... great plan that, totally not going to get everyone to team up on you.” Steve chuckled “Oh and who decided to make the robot president? Is that even allowed?” Steve asked as he handed Frieda an smoke.

“Well it may not have been a part of the glorious American armed forces but I was a combat engineer in the Talon Company, 3rd company for 17 years, worked my way up to Staff sergeant before Brotherhood decided they also wanted to rule the wasteland.”

But with water instead of death.

“But that was life time ago now... As long as you aren’t planning poisoning the water again I don’t care who you worked for, fuck I’ve... probably done worst.”

Steve then took a puff on his cigarette “if you’re plasma pistol breaks or you want to upgrade it I should be able to fix it ... Talon company engineering training might not be a good as the official enclave but we aren’t amateurs either.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve Cooper- Salem

"Good luck, I'll head to the dinner and get us some drinks along with finding out if anyone else has arrived in town yet..."

Leaving Johnny Steve made his way to the dinner. Along with Barney the diner’s owner Ace makarov? Makovich? Or whatever is was Mako was the only other person in town. He had seemlying arrived a few weeks ago and spent his time cleaning the dinner... he’d actually done an pretty good job.

Approaching the cleaned up Dinner Ace was nowhere to see; no doubt he’d gone on an little hunting trip or something which would hopefully mean better food tonight. With the dinner closed however Steve looked around for new arrivals and noticed a young lady sitting on a bench cleaning some model of scoped hunting rifle.

Lighting up a cigarette Steve walked to towards the young lady.

Approaching the younger woman she oddly enough looked like a girl version of Johnny being very small, pale and boney although judging by the various items strapped to her long coat she was some sort of "skilled" wastelander instead of chemist.

“Hi...err...Welcome to Salem I’m Steve cooper, good to see that more people are arriving” Steve stated as he held his hand out to shake.

Looks like the sort who’d take drugs

“Me and my business partner John Kaye are setting up a drug store and brothel in town... if you ever need some chemical help or... som er-“Steve somewhat awkwardly tried to pitch to the young lady but was distracted by gun fire...

Plasma bolt from the sound of it

Quickly Drawing his 50.cal Desert Eagle Pistol Steve turned around to direction of the gunfire only see an female Merc in some sort of confrontation with an Green skin super mutant but what was perhaps more strange was that the mutant was hold an white flag.

Surely it can’t be? Must be a trap.

Compared to the orange super Mutants in DC these green super mutants where somewhat smarter with them seemlying creating their own guns & weapons and even bloody computers and fucking turrets(With the help of human slaves) in some cases. Although the mutant was seemlying friendly and not beating that Merc to death right now , Steve was high suspicious of what it was planning to do..

“Stay here... I’m gonna check this out.”

With his pistol pointed non-directly at the mutant freaks head Steve slowly approached, cautious of the green mutant. During this time Barney also made his way over and examined to the woman merc that this super mutant “rook” as he was called was apparently an "friend" one and also unbelievable as it sounded was looking to settle down
there was stories about that friendly mutant in DC... could be same but why take the risk?

"Reasonable folk use their words."

“They also don’t let hostile monsters roam freely around town...” Steve muttered to himself, approaching and lowering his pistol as he continued to stare at the mutant.
What’s your plan...

"Now, welcome to Salem. I'm Barney Rook of the volunteer militia, and that there is...er, Rook. No relation." He looked over at the super mutant. "No offense."

“And I’m Steve cooper.” Steve added on

"Motherfucking insane," the woman breathed. She readjusted her bag once more. "I'm Frieda. Been travelling for a spell looking for work, if you think you could use another member of your...militia, was it?" She glanced between the mutant and Barney as she awaited the response.

"Depends. We don't let just anyone join up."

“It’s not like you’re overburdened with volunteers now Barney.” Steve chuckled taking a puff on his smoke as he did.

"Did you not just say you were a volunteer militia --"

"We still have a screenin' process. Gotta have some standards. Folk are gonna depend on you to defend life and limb, you gotta be competent."

“It’s pretty clear hot stuff has served before.” Steve stated as he turned to Frieda “Along with the impressive figure Just look at how she stands, holds that plasma pistol, a plasma pistol....”

“E” Now where have I seen that before?

“What outfit where you with? I don’t see any stupid tattoo so it’s not the gunners Brotherhood perhaps? The operators? Or maybe perhaps the Talon company?”

We did have an few lady soldiers

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve Cooper - Several days earlier- Dulwich Borers quarry

“I’m getting too old for this shit...” Steve signed as he sat watching Johnny cook up another batch of Breeze whilst Daisy... err Rose? Or was it Mandy? Was between his legs “paying” for her next dose.”

“Not referring to that, continue” Steve said to girl before turning back to John “... it’s just that I’m 40 years old living in an smelly and fucking dark quarry, surrounded by fucking morons who can’t aim a gun or fucking Suck without being properly guided and led by some crazy bitch who instead of properly leading the gang moans about some stupid dagger she dropped down the hole.”

“Get some fucking rope and go fucking get it.” Steve shouted down the quarry tunnel as he grabbed the girls head.

Fēng nǚrén

John looked up from his work, ignoring the delicate process before him for a moment. "The place certainly has a charm of its own. I've barely slept in days." John paused, seemingly losing himself in thought. "I miss having an actual roof above my head. Remember those days?"

“Bloody Goodneigbour, sure it wasn’t as good as DC and I had to spend most of our money bribing every "Gangster" jackass with an fedora but it was clean, mostly protected, had easy access to food & water and best of all customer, proper customers not these morons but people who'd actually pay top caps came to us... “

if only you could remove the wise guy infestation

"And you didn't have to walk ten miles to find the nearest book," John mumbled under his breath.

“If only we could find get to a town first." Steve muttered on as he turned back to face the girl "Would be the bigshots for once instead of the hired help... Ah but all the big towns have their owns gangs... “

Would be rather risky to try and muscle in on another gangs territory... alteast without a shitload of hired help to back us up.

“Salem.” mumbled Edgar, who had previously been trying to read a tattered children's book, saying words aloud from time to time.

“Holy shit he’s right” Steve replied in shock as he deposited another load “... Salem got wiped out by the cabbies but people are moving back, if we get there quick enough we could establish our own little empire...”. John looked up again, suddenly interested.

“Edgar you mutated freak! You deserve to be rewarded for this good idea.” Steve said as he turned to another addict awaiting to give her “payment” and pointed at her “You...entertain Edgar.”

“Ugh... fine but I’m getting double for this” the raider addict replied as she approached Edgar. Edgar, for his part, stood from the bench he had been crouched down upon and stepped back, the giant man suddenly afraid of the small, bone-thin woman. John waved her away.

Doing up his trousers up Steve turned around to face Johnny who handed Rose or whatever her name was another dose of Breeze “Just think about it Johnny, no more living in caves or scavenging for food... we would be the bosses for once.”

John thought for a bit, considering the prospect for a moment. Finally, he nodded. "This could work. Edgar and I went down that way a week or two back. It's serene... defensible too, with some intact docks. It'll attract a crowd in no time, and people need pleasure"

“Should start of small, maybe a playroom or something shit where they can get some lady company as they party and to make sure they don't do something stupid like fall of an cliff like Bob did in Radport but we both know your drugs are good... Once word gets around people will be come for miles to taste you shit.”

“And hell if we get big enough we could start exporting it to them!”

"Tomorrow. We'll leave before dawn."

In From The Fog: A Fallout Far Harbor Roleplay

James Williams-Far Harbour

“I wanted to ask about that big boats out there not a Dinghy but fine you’re not interested... I’ll go look for someone else.” James replied before walking off.
Wonder why they were talking about the brotherhood

With Longfella not interested and Corrie “Tour Guiding” with Steve he decided to head to the docks himself and perhaps have someone tell him who owns the boat but as he approached he noticed the docks where being blocked off by an group of fishmen.

Shit... did they find Bishop?

Someone who looked like a doctor was allowed though but the fishermen where blocking other from seeing what was going but after Rose pushed her way though James knew what was going on...fuck why didn’t he weight him down or something

If someone had seen me there been a mob after me already.

James was just about to head back to the Bar when that guy Longfellow had been talking about the brotherhood with approached. “You know”, he started in a casual sarcastic tone “if the Brotherhood of Steel is a gang of raiders LARPing as medieval knights, then the Enclave was a gang of super mutants insane enough to think they were Americans.”

“Oh great.” James muttered to himself knowing what was going to happen next. Some idiot (although in this case he may be brotherhood) had been told stories about the big bad enclave and after finding an enclave officer wanted the glory of taking one down.

He whistled and gestured towards the clean grey hat. “Where’d you get the hat?” his fake casual tone slipping into something more threatening.

“You’re Mother.” James sarcastic replied before adopting a more serious tone “we both know the answer... The enclave and yes before you ask I was a member, Captain James William the 3rd of the Enclave supply and personnel core.”

James then opened up his coat revealing his battle damaged uniform. “I didn’t exactly agree with what the robot ordered but they where my family and it would have been fucking stupid to leave but it doesn’t matter anymore enclave are gone.”

well apart from maybe in Chicago...

“Only reason I have this on is because the Brotherhood showed up in Boston and they shoot spies... Anyway you know the truth now so say whatever you where gonna say about the enclave.... I don’t really care anymore.”

“I’ve got more important things to do, like saving this town from atom fruitcakes.”

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve Cooper

Name: Steve cooper

Age: 40

Race: Male Caucasian, 6’2”, 180lbs. Short Black hair, “Commonwealth” style moustache and blue eyes. Health and in excellent shape Steve has a few mirror scars on his chest and a talon 3rd company tattoo on his Right shoulder.
Sex: Male

Skills: Guns and engineering/repair. Has dabbled in other areas but not notable skilled.

Personality: although not particular warm Steve is usually Polite and friendly unless you annoy him. somewhat pessimistic and untrusting person, as Steve has often has to relive on himself when other failed him.

Weapons & armour/clothing: A grimy brown leather jacket wore over a pale shirt. Dirty Tan Slacks with leather belt, various punches and a gun holster attracted to them. USA Army issue combat boots and metal studded gloves.

For weapons Steve uses a Desert Eagle, level action rifle and a Talon company issue- combat knife which he keeps tucked into his boot.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Talon company combat engineer (and team leader), slaver, raider, caravan Guard, Town repairman, shop assistant, slave auctioneer, detective & slaver hunter, courier, “cook”, smuggler, hitman and childminder

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): None

Backstory: Born in the capital wasteland in 2249 Steve was the son of a former raider and his jet-addicted whore lover. Raised in an impoverish household (With most of the money coming in spent on booze and jet) he was regularly beaten and blamed for the state the family was in.

Things changed however when his little sister Susan was born, Steve was able take a beating by now but a small defendless baby? Hell No. Steve doesn’t remember clearly what happened when he stood up to his parents but it ended with them both dead and their shithole of a shack on fire.

Dropping his little sister off at Little Lamplight Steve spent the next few months wandering the wasteland, barley surviving until he was caught by the Paradise Falls slavers but lucky for Steve he was not sent to the Pitt or brought by some sex pest but instead he was purchased the Talon Company.

Although Brutal and deadly Steve was able to pass the Talon Company training regime, scoring high on the technical tests Steve joined the III Company as a combat engineer and would spend the next 17 years in the company.

By 2279 the Brotherhood’s war with the enclave was over and they had turned there to attention to the talon company, capturing fort banister and then wiping out the strike force gathered at Jury Street to retake the fort.

At the time Steve was leading a small group of Talon mercs at SatCom Array NW-05a, guarding the place for some ghoul who was using attempting to control some per-war military satellite. With it only being a matter of time before the Brotherhood showed up Steve decided flee north, hoping the brotherhood would not send anyone after him.

Steve would spend the next several years drifting around north east coast, taking various odd Jobs, getting drunkenly married once and perhaps fathering more than one child in the various towns, slaver or raider dens and tribal villages he visited.

Eventually he would be stumble into the commonwealth and found plenty of work in the chaos that followed the Brotherhood and instuite destruction but after hitting 40 Steve decided it was time to settle down.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Name: Steve cooper

Age: 40

Race: Male Caucasian, 6’2”, 180lbs. Short Black hair, “Commonwealth” style moustache and blue eyes. Health and in excellent shape Steve has a few mirror scars on his chest and a talon 3rd company tattoo on his Right shoulder.
Sex: Male

Skills: Guns and engineering/repair. Has dabbled in other areas but not notable skilled.

Personality: although not particular warm Steve is usually Polite and friendly unless you annoy him. somewhat pessimistic and untrusting person, as Steve has often has to relive on himself when other failed him.

Weapons & armour/clothing: A grimy brown leather jacket wore over a pale shirt. Dirty Tan Slacks with leather belt, various punches and a gun holster attracted to them. USA Army issue combat boots and metal studded gloves.

For weapons Steve uses a Desert Eagle, level action rifle and a Talon company issue- combat knife which he keeps tucked into his boot.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Talon company combat engineer (and team leader), slaver, raider, caravan Guard, Town repairman, shop assistant, slave auctioneer, detective & slaver hunter, courier, “cook”, smuggler, hitman and childminder

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): None

Backstory: Born in the capital wasteland in 2249 Steve was the son of a former raider and his jet-addicted whore lover. Raised in an impoverish household (With most of the money coming in spent on booze and jet) he was regularly beaten and blamed for the state the family was in.

Things changed however when his little sister Susan was born, Steve was able take a beating by now but a small defendless baby? Hell No. Steve doesn’t remember clearly what happened when he stood up to his parents but it ended with them both dead and their shithole of a shack on fire.

Dropping his little sister off at Little Lamplight Steve spent the next few months wandering the wasteland, barley surviving until he was caught by the Paradise Falls slavers but lucky for Steve he was not sent to the Pitt or brought by some sex pest but instead he was purchased the Talon Company.

Although Brutal and deadly Steve was able to pass the Talon Company training regime, scoring high on the technical tests Steve joined the III Company as a combat engineer and would spend the next 17 years in the company.

By 2279 the Brotherhood’s war with the enclave was over and they had turned there to attention to the talon company, capturing fort banister and then wiping out the strike force gathered at Jury Street to retake the fort.

At the time Steve was leading a small group of Talon mercs at SatCom Array NW-05a, guarding the place for some ghoul who was using attempting to control some per-war military satellite. With it only being a matter of time before the Brotherhood showed up Steve decided flee north, hoping the brotherhood would not send anyone after him.

Steve would spend the next several years drifting around north east coast, taking various odd Jobs, getting drunkenly married once and perhaps fathering more than one child in the various towns, slaver or raider dens and tribal villages he visited.

Eventually he would be stumble into the commonwealth and found plenty of work in the chaos that followed the Brotherhood and instuite destruction but after hitting 40 Steve decided it was time to settle down.

War Never Changes

General Shu - NCR

"You said there was something you wished to discuss?" asked Christine approaching General Shu.

"Yes hello Miss Royce" Shu replied as he held his hand out to shake I have been informed that you are going to capture or kill Graham but first let me fill you in on the NCR’S plans..”

Shu then made his way over to a near large wooden table with the Map of Arizonian on it “Despite some setbacks The NCR strike force is making it’s toward phoenix down these old per war highways.... we expect to reach the town by the end of the week" He stated as he pointed to I-10 on the Map.

"Legion has been to attempt to use hit and run tactics to slow the advance but thanks to flat terrain and good weather we are able to spot them from an distance and thus most of these have been repelled... for now."

Shu then pointed to the Kofa National park (ooc: I’ll remove reference to the park if you aren’t there) “So far most of the attacks have been coming from this area, a per-war National park of some sorts. It should also be noted that Several Ghost trader although No graham himself was spotted in this area shortly before the attack...”

“Regardless with Mountainous terrain, plenty of local game and various caves dotting the area it would take months if not years to completely drive out the legion out... which is why the NCR isn’t even going to try.”

“Instead we plan on taking and Holding Phoenix; forcing the legion to come out onto the Plains should they wish to attack us... but with that cloud they can effectively wipe us out in one attack.”

“I have a squad of rangers on standby who can assist but when ether you are able to kill/capture but I need to know quickly can that “cloud” be gathered and used? Could some find else use it... If so our plans will have to change.”

“Likewise... I know this may not be possible but the president asked, would it be possible to destroy or seal off the source of the cloud? Prevent anyone else from getting their hands on it?”