@Tuxedo Fox I don't really know. Depends on what you want your character to do, I suppose. I've just given you an opening, is all.
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If anyone has any ideas for factions, locations etc. feel free to let us know.
Good to know. I might need some Muties at some point.
@OrdureHave a question for you. Are all of the Super Mutant Tribals peaceful, or are some of them as homicidal as their cousins in DC and out west?
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Carson had followed Captain Cade and his reinforcements to the back of the building, watching in admiration as the scarlet-uniformed soldiers cut down the rabble who had been charging the fortress. Admiration turned to alarm as a riot-geared woman, clearly a professional warrior, had sliced her way through the Order troops like a hot knife through butter. "Son of a Bitch." He said in awe as she neatly lopped off a trooper's arm. Raising his AK he fired off a quick burst at the enemy.
Only one bullet hit her, and didn't penetrate her armour, but she staggered for a moment. Only a moment, though. The revolutionary charged forward, sweepings her snarling Ripper down towards Cade. The captain dodged, barely, his artificial leg slowing him down. Carson took aim again but was thwarted by the woman's proximity to the Order officer. Two ragged men, wielding small thin rapiers, moved to attack Cade.
"For God's sake." The major muttered, dropping his rifle and drawing his wide-bladed machete. He hated blades even if necessity had given him a certain proficiency in their use.
Leaping forward, his stimpak'ed wound giving a slight twinge of pain, he slashed at the woman as Cade engaged the two men.
She was fast, demonically so, twisting round and deflecting his attack with a ringing clash of metal. Again the Enclave officer lunged, driving the foe a few steps back over the rubble. Her riposte came close to beheading him. Only his years of training allowed him to sidestep the next two strokes and stab his blade forward. The machete, whose design made stabbing inefficient, was battered aside by the Ripper.
The revolutionary clouted Carson a ringing punch to the side of the head, shoving him back to fall amongst the rubble beneath a burning staircase. Desperately the major parried the next blow.
"Tu vas crever." (You will die.) Hissed the revolutionary.
"Toi d'abord. Pute." (You first. Whore.) Carson spat back.
The pro grinned, showing her teeth, and drew back to spear Carson like a landed fish.
"Vive le Roi!" (Long live the King!) The Mister Handy, who not half an hour before had served Carson and Cade wine, bore in, buzzsaw whining. The revolutionary shouted in pain as it bit into her shoulder. Bringing the Ripper back round the woman slashed deep into the robot, sending it clattering away.
Carson whipped out his Walther and fired off a slew of bullets, not at the enemy but at the weakened wood of the burning staircase. The snub-nosed pistol's explosive rounds ripped the staircase down as Carson threw himself out from under it.
The revolutionary was instantly buried under a mass of burning wood. She died before she could even scream. Her hand, still spasming on her Ripper, protruded from the inferno as dust, embers, and smoke gusted through the fortress.
Carson scrambled across the rubble, retrieving his rifle and searching the gloom for Captain Cade. The Mister Handy's engine flared to life, floating back upright.
"Bien vu, sir." The robot said. "You showed that chienne (dog) what for."
"Yeah." Carson answered, squinting through the smoke. "Find me your boss, will you? Use one of your scanners." He could hear gunfire from all around. Who was shooting and at whom he could only guess. But that had to mean that there were some Order forces were still fighting.
"I shall sir." The bot responded. "Also, I shall broadcast a distress call to all nearby robots. Eyebots, Mister Handy's, and Sentry Bots will receive this call."
"You do that." Carson said, chambering a round in his gun.
Carson had followed Captain Cade and his reinforcements to the back of the building, watching in admiration as the scarlet-uniformed soldiers cut down the rabble who had been charging the fortress. Admiration turned to alarm as a riot-geared woman, clearly a professional warrior, had sliced her way through the Order troops like a hot knife through butter. "Son of a Bitch." He said in awe as she neatly lopped off a trooper's arm. Raising his AK he fired off a quick burst at the enemy.
Only one bullet hit her, and didn't penetrate her armour, but she staggered for a moment. Only a moment, though. The revolutionary charged forward, sweepings her snarling Ripper down towards Cade. The captain dodged, barely, his artificial leg slowing him down. Carson took aim again but was thwarted by the woman's proximity to the Order officer. Two ragged men, wielding small thin rapiers, moved to attack Cade.
"For God's sake." The major muttered, dropping his rifle and drawing his wide-bladed machete. He hated blades even if necessity had given him a certain proficiency in their use.
Leaping forward, his stimpak'ed wound giving a slight twinge of pain, he slashed at the woman as Cade engaged the two men.
She was fast, demonically so, twisting round and deflecting his attack with a ringing clash of metal. Again the Enclave officer lunged, driving the foe a few steps back over the rubble. Her riposte came close to beheading him. Only his years of training allowed him to sidestep the next two strokes and stab his blade forward. The machete, whose design made stabbing inefficient, was battered aside by the Ripper.
The revolutionary clouted Carson a ringing punch to the side of the head, shoving him back to fall amongst the rubble beneath a burning staircase. Desperately the major parried the next blow.
"Tu vas crever." (You will die.) Hissed the revolutionary.
"Toi d'abord. Pute." (You first. Whore.) Carson spat back.
The pro grinned, showing her teeth, and drew back to spear Carson like a landed fish.
"Vive le Roi!" (Long live the King!) The Mister Handy, who not half an hour before had served Carson and Cade wine, bore in, buzzsaw whining. The revolutionary shouted in pain as it bit into her shoulder. Bringing the Ripper back round the woman slashed deep into the robot, sending it clattering away.
Carson whipped out his Walther and fired off a slew of bullets, not at the enemy but at the weakened wood of the burning staircase. The snub-nosed pistol's explosive rounds ripped the staircase down as Carson threw himself out from under it.
The revolutionary was instantly buried under a mass of burning wood. She died before she could even scream. Her hand, still spasming on her Ripper, protruded from the inferno as dust, embers, and smoke gusted through the fortress.
Carson scrambled across the rubble, retrieving his rifle and searching the gloom for Captain Cade. The Mister Handy's engine flared to life, floating back upright.
"Bien vu, sir." The robot said. "You showed that chienne (dog) what for."
"Yeah." Carson answered, squinting through the smoke. "Find me your boss, will you? Use one of your scanners." He could hear gunfire from all around. Who was shooting and at whom he could only guess. But that had to mean that there were some Order forces were still fighting.
"I shall sir." The bot responded. "Also, I shall broadcast a distress call to all nearby robots. Eyebots, Mister Handy's, and Sentry Bots will receive this call."
"You do that." Carson said, chambering a round in his gun.
@Ordure I like the sound of that.
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Carson flinched as a neophyte revolutionary slumped dead on the window frame, killed by Cade's rifle bullet. The major stumbled backwards, shooting another revolutionary with his sidearm before vaulting-falling, really- over the upturned table. The Mister Handy charged forward, slicing through the un armoured attackers with its' buzzsaw. Scooping up his AK-74 Carson opened up, spraying the revolutionaries trying to force their way into the building. He ducked back behind the table as bullets thudded into the thick wood.
Rooting through his greatcoat pockets the ESB operative withdrew a grenade marked with a yellow band. Essentially a ball full of inflammable liquid, the napalm grenade would ruin someones day if even a small amount landed on them.
"Allez vous faire enculer!" (Go fuck yourselves!) He yelled, tossing the grenade into the charging foe. Seconds later it exploded, spewing liquid fire. Three of the attackers were engulfed and reduced to charred lumps of ash in a matter of moments. Another lost his face to the fire, screaming horribly as he staggered around blindly.
Carson took pity on him, putting a large-calibre bullet through his skull. Cade fired as well, putting down anyone who was foolish enough to show their face in the open. Yet more enemies came streaming from the streets around the building.
"These guys really want your scalp!" Carson shouted to Cade. "Au moins they seem to be all novices. Not a pro among them!"
He should have known better than to say that. From the rear of the building there came an almighty explosion.
"I take it back!" Carson said. "Sounds like they've breached the rear of this place! I hope to whatever Gods are up there your men aren't too far away!"
Carson flinched as a neophyte revolutionary slumped dead on the window frame, killed by Cade's rifle bullet. The major stumbled backwards, shooting another revolutionary with his sidearm before vaulting-falling, really- over the upturned table. The Mister Handy charged forward, slicing through the un armoured attackers with its' buzzsaw. Scooping up his AK-74 Carson opened up, spraying the revolutionaries trying to force their way into the building. He ducked back behind the table as bullets thudded into the thick wood.
Rooting through his greatcoat pockets the ESB operative withdrew a grenade marked with a yellow band. Essentially a ball full of inflammable liquid, the napalm grenade would ruin someones day if even a small amount landed on them.
"Allez vous faire enculer!" (Go fuck yourselves!) He yelled, tossing the grenade into the charging foe. Seconds later it exploded, spewing liquid fire. Three of the attackers were engulfed and reduced to charred lumps of ash in a matter of moments. Another lost his face to the fire, screaming horribly as he staggered around blindly.
Carson took pity on him, putting a large-calibre bullet through his skull. Cade fired as well, putting down anyone who was foolish enough to show their face in the open. Yet more enemies came streaming from the streets around the building.
"These guys really want your scalp!" Carson shouted to Cade. "Au moins they seem to be all novices. Not a pro among them!"
He should have known better than to say that. From the rear of the building there came an almighty explosion.
"I take it back!" Carson said. "Sounds like they've breached the rear of this place! I hope to whatever Gods are up there your men aren't too far away!"
@Ordure speaking of chapters, how long are you planning to make each one? I assume there must be certain plot points that have to happen first.
I guess so.
@OrdureHope you don't mind, I've RP'd an assassination attempt on the commander of the Trading Outpost.
One more thing. In your post you translated bullet holes as trous de balle. While this is grammatically correct, in French trous de balle is slang for an arsehole. Stupid, I know. I spent most of my childhood there and still make that mistake. Bullet holes are translated as impacte de balles, bullet impacts.
One more thing. In your post you translated bullet holes as trous de balle. While this is grammatically correct, in French trous de balle is slang for an arsehole. Stupid, I know. I spent most of my childhood there and still make that mistake. Bullet holes are translated as impacte de balles, bullet impacts.
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