Lord Coake

Fallout: Vancouver

Abram led Hudson away from the compound as best as he could, his worn sidearm from his service in the Army drawn and aimed at every possible alcove for enemy positions along the way. As they crept, Abram thought to himself Wonder what the odds are on meeting Hudson all the way out here? If I was a betting man, it'd probably be a quite a pretty penny. When they finally reached a seemingly safe position, they both stood from their crouched positions, Abram grunting slightly as his ancient bones readjusted.

"You know, you're not a comfortable body pillow." He heard Hudson grumble, and replied with a quick "You're no Tempur-Pedic yourself.." as he rubbed and massaged one of his shoulders. Abram also noted Hudson glancing over his transmitter, and saw the plasma hole. Hudson then told him about the assignment he had gotten from the Imperials, asking him if he was on the same job, or if the Coalition had sent him.

Abram looked to Hudson and said "Actually, I was out hunting when I noticed those guys come storming through the forest, scared all the game away. So I followed 'em, and lo and behold they're the Enclave. If you aren't aware, the Enclave is some kooked-up army group convinced they can" Abram gives a snarl and some sarcastic airquotes, "'rebuild America' by killing anyone irradiated or mutated, which includes basically anyone not born in a vault. I had a spat with 'em back in 2242 down in California. Some tribal kid blew up their base out in the water, and so the locals got together and kicked the rest of them out of their base on the coast. A pretty decent-sized handful of 'em got away, so it's no big surprise they're back..." He took this time to pull out a cigarette and light it, sucking on it a bit before speaking again.

"Anyway, if they're here, and you're working for the Imperials in this area, they'll wanna know. We should get to that scouting station as soon as we can. We'll have to camp out once it gets dark though, but we should be far enough out that the Enclave won't see us."

Crisis in the Kremlin! [Borderline Advanced Political Thriller]

@Chairman SteinI'm most definitely interested. I'll have a CS for you later today, edited into this post.

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Alexei Melnyk

NAME: Alexei Melnyk

AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 75, Oct. 20th, 1914

DATE & CAUSE OF DEATH: TBA

GENDER: Male

BIRTHPLACE: Kiev, Ukraine

REPRESENTING SSR: Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Soviet Nationalist

OTHER: Born in Kiev in 1914, his father was forced from his home shortly after due to the Great War. After the war, his father would become a staunch supporter of the newly formed Soviet Union, and would instil these nationalist beliefs in Alexei early on. When Alexei grew older, he took to joining into as many political programs and affiliations as he could, wanting to do his part in service to the glorious nation of his birth. He served as a Junior Lieutenant during the start of the Great Patriotic War against Fascist Germany, rising through the ranks later on to become a Major by the end, bringing plenty of fame and glory to himself and his family. After the war, he would go on to become an official in the Party, representing the Ukrainians’ stake in the union, and working to strengthen the Union as a whole. In recent years he’s grown to despise Gorbachev and his reform policies, seeing them as weakening the glory of the Union

Fallout: Vancouver

Taking a handful of shots at the raiders and Enclave soldiers had helped thin the crowd a bit, but the fight was still going strong. As Abram watched through the scope of his rifle, he noted some movement further down the line of sight. Spotting someone darting through the trees, he tried to focus in on them, but to no avail. Instead, he sent a few more shots into the raiders and soldiers. That's when the rumbling started from the base. Massive turrets arose from the ground, tracking and lining up with everyone nearby, charging up for their shots. Abram was already in the motion of ducking down, when a body came hurtling at him and tackled him to the ground, with a familiar voice shouting at him to get down. As the two tumbled down, the area Abram had been lying in was suddenly ripped to shreds with turret fire. When the guns eventually died down, Abram looked up at the face of one Garrett Hudson, a former partner and enemy he had worked with in the past. "Well, shit Hudson...at least buy a guy some dinner first." Abram grumbled, rolling out from underneath him, but still keeping low enough to avoid being spotted by the gun turrets. "How about we get out of here, then you tell me just what the hell's going on, eh?" He said, sneaking carefully through the brush, away from the Enclave's newest HQ.

@Korbanjaro

Fallout: Vancouver

@Legion-114Still here, gonna get a post up today.

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content]

Walking carefully through the wretched streets of the lower hive, Sanath Marko kept one hand on his bag, and the other on his pistol. He carefully sucked at a lho-stick, exhaling the smoke with a shudder, and stifling a cough. As he walked, he scanned the signs of the various shops, looking for one in particular. Eventually, he would find the store he sought after, The Gentleman's Boutique of Intriguing Antiques. Cautiously walking into the store, he examined the shop before coming across the door he had been informed of. Drawing the card for Ilario's business, and the revealing stone, he approached the VIP entrance, the guard halting him with the gruff "VIPs only." he had uttered so many times before. Sanath flashed the card with the 8-pointed star, saying "Ilario sent me." The guard stepped over and led him down the hall, opening the door and nodding him in. Sanath grew a bit wide-eyed as he entered.

As he looked over their collective areas, each voice of the four gods spoke in greeting, welcoming him to their lair.

Welcome to our humble home...
Here you will be graced with our strength...
Our innermost secrets will become yours for the taking...
Your deepest desires will be revealed...

As he slowly walked in, he noted a bar in one area, and figured that would be as good a place as any to start. Taking a vast detour around the gore-stained fighting pits, gagging slightly at the smell of decaying viscera. Approaching the bar, he couldn't help but notice the massive figure seated there, nearly eight feet in height. That man is a giant! he thought to himself, taking a seat some distance away, and ordering a drink, thumbing through his book, occasionally glancing at the massive figure seated by a few feet away.

Fallout: Vancouver

@Legion-114So this is basically the post-war equivalent of following the chain of command after an assassination then.

Fallout: Vancouver

@CatchphrasePresident Irons in this RP is a copy of President Eden's .exe program file from Fallout 3, according to the file name in Legion's post

Fallout: Vancouver

When the fight broke out between the Raiders and the Enclave Troopers, Abram quickly lined up shots. With the echoing CRACK! of his rifle, one of the Enclave soldiers sustained a .308 leg wound, and dropped to the ground, blood staining the snow around him. Another loud explosion, and a Raider fell, his neck missing a large chunk. One more shot, and another Enclave man went down, his side gushing red from a gaping wound. With this, Abram took the time to reload his rifle, and carefully reposition himself, hiding amongst the foliage as he found a better position. From there, he took time to assess the situation, watching to see how the fight played out, making a mental note to clear out whoever lived from the brawl.

Fallout: Vancouver

@KorbanjaroYeah, that works. I would think it'd be some kind of friendly rivalry, where they've often worked for both the same and opposing sides, enough to know each other WITHOUT hating each other's guts and wanting them dead.

Fallout: Vancouver

Abram had been tracking the strange group of soldiers for quite a while now. He knew enough from his 213 years as a ghoul to recognize the star-encircled 'E' as the symbol of the Enclave, remnants of the Pre-War US government and military, though they hardly acted anything like their predecessors. As he watched them from a distance through his rifle's scope, carefully adjusting the zoom occasionally, he noted that they seemed to be searching for something. Shifting position to both move closer and provide better cover in the foliage, Abram watched in shock and awe as the base arose from the ground. "Well, that can't be good." He mumbled to himself. He noted another group of the soldiers trekking off into the forest, while the others entered the base. Taking great care to avoid being spotted by the main force, he began to track the smaller group, noting the bleeding man lying the ground, who looked much like the area's local raider population. "Odd for the raiders to be operating this far out during the winter." Abram spoke to himself as he peered through the rifle scope yet again. Probably an ambush, best to wait until the shooting starts before making my move. he thought, rushing to stack snow and foliage around him as a means of cover. With that done, he took to the scope one last time, watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to make itself clear. Keeping the rifle propped up on a log, one hand on the grip, He thumbed the small cross around his neck, praying for safety, and for his shots to fly true.