PrinceAlexus

The Room

*Major sighs*
Great...

The year I came from is 2277...
I serve as part of the Enclave, China , US. Nuclear war in 2070's.

We are what remains of civilization in the wastes. The US army was prepared, our bunkers ran deep and we endured the firestorms', then came the ghouls, flesh eaters, feral, then the mutants. Normal radiation problems.

*goes more military*
Under the martial law declaration of 2077 I suggest you release me...

*hears devil hunter*
Great... More guns.

The Room

*major kneels and drops his pistol*

Seems I have no choice... You can save your ammunition, I ain't some heroic idiot.

Between than and getting shot in the armour plating in my uniform. You are quite safe.

Major Augustus Autumn. Enclave.
Post war US Army... Capital wasteland, DC.
Service number....

I turn up, the one near the kitchen opens fire... Seemed to be off his head.
Seemed to think I was a cop... Those have not existed since 2090.

The best rp moments in your life.

Silly. But ever taken down a enemy battle titan... With a 8km heavily armoured warship a good km tall.. Firing guns designed to kill other heavily armoured 8km warships, disgoutging troops from gunships playing loud music...

And ramminf the titan to death before pulling up in a crazy Ivan dive trhpugh atmosphere to height of about 100m
..

Yep.
It was too crazy not to write.

There was a new rule in next one barring using starships as melee weapons.

The Room

*Major rolls into cover painfully as rounds clip upper arm and shoulder painfully stopped by layers of armour*
fuck! damned berserkers.

*stand up one handed after reloading pistols and fire a barrage of heavy plasma shots this time aimed coldly for the kill realizing laser fire going to do gak all to stop someone so obviously crazy and beyond self preservation*

die .. you ... fucking.. degnerate... bastad....

Mutants... what the hell is this place.
il deal with you after the raider.
*ses Hanna and Iris, if can and thinks are some kind of radiation based mutation*

The Room

*the major ducks and then draws his plasma pistol cursing at the lack of armour and back up being caught out by some raider as bullets and fragments fly about causing minor wounds shrapnal marks*

Right you raider degenerate asked for it. Bullets, what kind of primitive are you!

*starts unloading laser pistol and odd plasma shot*
*30 rounds, full auto, lower damage, lower penetration*
*equal roughly to 9-10mm pistol*

*plasma 2-4 times the damage , higher armour and cover pen, depending, slower shot, can take second to hit at about hundred or so metre's so just can be dodged if not lead into target*
*more like heavy pistol like a magnum but energy weapon, has about 12 shot capacity's and larger power cells*

The Room

*The major ducks into cover and draws his laser pistol and peaks over working out where and readies second pistol of the matched pair*

US Army... 2277...

I ain't police. Don't insult me raider. Do I look like a cop you idiot.

Don,t give a damn long as you ain't killing me, mutie, work for Brotherhood, are a feral, or traitor to Enclave.

The Room

*Officer looks over and mantains composure*

Major Augustus Autumn, Enclave Capital wasteland sector, Washington DC formerly before nukes fell.

Crash landed here. Something to do with that storm, was on a mission against the Brotherhood to retrieve materials for the war effort. Rest is classified.

Who are you. ... Human at least.