shadowsaint007

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Once they got downstairs, Greg walked over to the Vault door and plugged his pipboy in. A few seconds later, the door started to move and he unplugged it. "Ok," he told the two Brotherhood members. "We're in." He started walking towards the now-opening door and a bullet ricocheted off of the vault door in front of him. He knelt and looked at where the shot had come from, and saw a group of raiders running at them. Assuming that they were there to snipe his salvage, he jumped over the rail and hid behind a crate, then started shooting back. He hoped that the robots in the vault weren't active or they would be easily flanked.

@TheUnknowable

Sparks fell back behind cover, and began returning fire with her rifle, setting it to short bursts to suppress the enemy, allowing Paladin Zachary to advance and lead the attack. She took the advantage of any lulls in firing to see who the attackers were, and noticed that they seemed to be raiders and scavengers. It made things more difficult, since she had not been expecting someone else to find the Vault. Plus, if they had stolen anything of value, that might reduce the chance of recovering important technology.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

In the end, bravery could not make up for a severe lack of firepower. As humiliating as it was, Gabriel was forced to lay down his arms and come along peacefully, being rounded up along with the rest of the defenders and the hapless populace. It galled him to surrender, it galled him even more how the Enclave was acting, as though they were being magnanimous to let them live as slaves. The Enclave commander allowed them to leave, the prick managing to sound generous when he let the 'valiant defenders' flee with their lives.

Gabriel had his weapons returned, though it felt more of an insult than anything. Nothing in his arsenal was capable of hurting this enemy, and they intended to make it clear to him and everyone involved. He grunted his response when an Enclave soldier, sneering, asked him to show some thanks at being allowed to take his weapons back.

Looking back, Gabriel felt his anger rise further; he was leaving along with the fighters, but the civilians were still trapped. This was rubbing more salt in the wound; his bravery managed to save himself, but all the helpless were trapped, slaves to a new master, even though many had come here to flee slavery in the Wastelands. Gabriel kept his gaze on the docks, even as he stepped into an evacuation raft. As the island slowly drifted into the distance, Gabriel was filled with a burning resolve; he was going to fix this mistake. For now, the Enclave can gloat all it wants. There was time enough to get ready for another round.

That night, Gabriel drifted away from the others. He wanted to be alone, to mull over his thoughts. To say it had been a lousy day was a horrible understatement; people fought and died, and in the end, it had been futile. Gabriel just wanted time to himself. Time to think.

As he was roasting some bloatfly over a campfire, his attention was caught by a nearby sound. He pulled out his rifle, counting his meager remaining bullets, and got ready to shoot the first thing that came into the light.

To his surprise, however, he was met with the mournful face of a dog, who had smelled roasting meat and came over to see. The poor thing was clearly hungry, but seemed rather comfortable around humans. Gabriel gave a smirk, and reached out with some cooked bloatfly. The dog sniffed it gingerly, before taking it and wolfing it down.

"Poor fella," Gabriel chuckled. "You were really hungry. Here, have some more."

The dog accepted the meat gratefully, eventually sitting down next to the young man in front of the fire. Gabriel scratched his ears.

"Friendly little guy, aren't ya?" he mused. "Poor mutt, how long have you been out here?"

The dog whined in response, relaxing as Gabriel's scratching soothed him. Gabriel then caught the glint of a metal collar in the firelight.

"'Dogmeat'?" he said, reading the collar. "That your name, boy? Eh, it's a good name."

The dog was licking his lips of any remaining meat, and had begun dozing in front of the warm fire. Gabriel grinned. Maybe he didn't mind company after all. Maybe he just needed someone to cheer him up.

"Good night, Dogmeat," Gabriel said, wrapping himself and the dog in a blanket as he drifted off to bed. Tomorrow was going to be a rough day, best to get some much-needed rest.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Sundown before the attack:

Greg was locking up his store for the night when the two Brotherhood members arrived at his store. "Actually, I'm just locking up, and I was thinking that if we left now and drove for a few hours, we could clear it out tonight and maybe be back before the Enclave attacks. Should be back before noon."

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Three hours after leaving they pulled up to the factory in which the Vault entrance was located. Greg went to the back of the trick and lowered the hydraulic ramp he'd added to it so that his personal Protectron, Prince, could get out and so that other robots could load themselves into the truck after they captured them. "You two take point. Prince and I will take up the rear. The fastest way to it is through the elevator at the back of the building. Be careful, though. The last time I visited there were raiders living here."

@TheUnknowable

@Shadowman215@TheUnknowable
Sparks was feeling even more guilty about leaving now, especially since Liberty Island was under threat of attack. Jensen would have been of more use defending the town. Still, maybe they could be done with this quickly and be back before anything happened.

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At the Vault, Sparks jumped out of the car, and helped Jensen get out of the cramped car. As Holden got the heavy support ready, she nodded and headed up to the elevator, checking for traps before opening the door with any passcodes Greg may have remembered. If there were no codes, or if the door remained closed, she would hack into the door panel and try and open it.

Once the door was open, she nodded to Jensen, took out her rifle, and prepared for anything.

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@Letter Bee

Gabriel had just managed to get a good night's sleep and was out shopping when the sound of Vertibirds echoed overhead. The siege was on.

It was soon clear that despite the long period of preparations and improving defenses, the settlement was unable to beat back the tide. The Enclave had come in, full force, with no other goal than complete victory. This was no raid on a mere settlement; this was an all-out war by a far superior foe with no sense of fair play. The only thing that seemed to stay their hands and prevented a massacre seemed to be that the Enclave was more interested in taking and holding the town and the people in it, rather than simply crushing the opposition flat.

To Gabriel's chagrin, he was quickly finding out that his trust rifle was a shade above useless. He kept his tactics and his cool; he changed locations, used dust and obstacles to hide his presence, and kept switching sniping spots after every one or two shots to avoid being pinned down. The big problem was that his rifle, good as it was against wild creatures and raiders in the Wasteland, was barely able to dent Enclave powered armor. He managed to get a couple of kills, thanks mainly to the large eyes that made excellent (if small) targets on the suits, but other than that he was reduced to the role of a gadly. He swore repeatedly, his curses growing more and more colorful as each shot either bounced off heavy armor plating or barely missed a few exposed wires.

He was trying to fight back against a couple of drones, wondering where the hell they had gotten all this hardware, when more drones and robots came in. His heart sank; the defenders had been overtaxed as it were, and this new assault was just overkill. There was no question of backing out now, however. He had no plan, no big weapons, no backup, and no idea of what was going on, but he at least he had a duty, and he intended to at least help the settlement as best he can.

With renewed determination, he resumed his strikes, aiming at the robots' cameras, screens, monitors, and communication antennae, also taking out several of the more lightly armored units. Nonetheless, he kept his eye out for any seemingly important targets, anything whose loss would disrupt the attack and thus potentially turn the tide.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@shadowsaint007I meant time of day. We want to leave in the morning, then get back just after the attack.

@TheUnknowable

It's meant to be some time after midnight; sorry if I wasn't clear.

@Letter Bee

If that's the case, best to roll with the attack, and then go out find the Vault in the morning (or some other time). Leaving in the middle of an Enclave attack is a bit of a chicken move, even if it is business of interest to the Brotherhood.

EDIT: My bad. The attack happens noon the next day, so if we leave at night, we might get some distance before the Enclave strike. If we get back in time, we might actually get to help defend (assuming we don't spend too long at the Vault).

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@shadowsaint007What time is it in the game? I'll need to know how to phrase my response.

@TheUnknowable

This is basically *before* the Enclave attack, but shortly after the Slave Camp assault. Sorry if I haven't made that clear.

@Letter Bee

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Jensen looked at the other Paladins beside him and spoke, issuing a command. "Get more troops here, and a couple more Scribes, get supplies and help arm and rally the people. I want the Enclave to meet their deaths here." He was stern, and anyone near would be able to feel the raw seriousness with which he carried the statement, then he turned to Sparks. "Initiate, I shall escort you, and, if I feel you have proven yourself. I may sponsor you if you need it, I got far by my mentor's guidance. I would enjoy sharing his tutelage as a memorial to his service.." He trailed off at the end, and hoisted his minigun. "Let us go." He waited for her to move, and was ready to follow.

The thought of teaching an Initiate...Felt right. He could finally truly honor his mentor.

@Shadowman215

"Erm," Sparks was surprised at the offer. Most Paladins couldn't stand her rather contrary attitude. And she wasn't sure if she needed mentoring; she was sure she'd manage just fine. She was almost hoping he was joking, though the serious tone in his voice hinted otherwise.

Still, it would really depend on how she managed herself on this mission. She could really use the muscle and firepower. Who knows; maybe she could convince him she was fine on her own. Or maybe a mentor could help her greatly with the Brotherhood.

"Alright, that sounds reasonable," she replied. "Right this way."

She lead Paladin Jensen back to Greg's store, knocking on the door.

"I'm back," she said. "And I managed to get Paladin Jensen to help us. When are we going?"

@Shadowman215 @TheUnknowable

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@jordy0403, Sniping is a nice build.

@Letter Bee

Yeah, but a few heavier fighters would be more useful in a pitched battle.

I think the problem is, people envisioned a trek through the Wastelands, where it's easier to eliminate problems at a distance than to have to get up close and personal. It doesn't help that to get a smart build, strength and endurance are sacrificed, so you can't just pick up a heavy weapon to compensate.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Jensen stood guard over the Northern Perimeter, his gaze cold against the horizon as he waited for a threat to present itself. though a threat did not arise, an Initiate did instead, speaking of a local job and needing his help. Paladin Jensen was the one to turn and speak curtly. "Why should I do this? What trumps the defense of these innocent people from the possible threat of an Enclave attack?" He retorted, wondering what could possibly motivate him to leave the city and let it be less protected that it would be, if he was there.

@shadowsaint007

@Shadowman215

"Oh, right," Sparks replied sheepishly, remembering that the town was still on high alert. "Well, it's mostly that I have a lead on a Vault that has tech, waiting to be recovered. I've got a good lead on where it is, and the guy seems to be on the level. I mostly need some protection for the trip, sift through the tech, and bring back what we can. Transportation isn't going to be an issue."

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Still here myself.

As for that RobtheRobot Asshole; he's just shit-talking cause the ref can't smack him senseless over an internet connection, or at least get him thrown out. My sympathies, Shadowman, these idiots are all over the 'net.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@shadowsaint007 We can make nighttime work, or we can just write it as us leaving the next morning, and spending the day in the Vault. I've got an old Army truck (nuclear electric) so we can drive there.

@TheUnknowable

Mostly because if it's daytime, we can get Gabriel up and rested as well, so that's another fighter (a sniper) to the group. Not to mention that a daytime trip would probably be safer due to lighting and lack of nocturnal predators - but then daytime has its hazards.