Alright you chem addled degenerates, I'm only going to say this once!
You are one of many lucky convicts, hand picked by General Chalmers from various correctional facilities. You are one of many sentenced to death or likely to face a long prison sentence that you couldn't possibly out live. You and many others are being given a choice, a chance to start anew in the NCR's lates project...
The mission? To establish a settlement in Denver and to create sustainability and gain territory for the NCR as it grows. The NCR will provide you with building materials to ensure that the fence is secure, weapons, ammunition, first aid boxes, surgical equipment, ingredients to make various chems, flare guns, riot gear and enough food to last a week.
You are expected to expand on your stockpile, to find essential items and more importantly to find sources of these sustainable items. How you do this is up to you, you will not be in NCR territory and you are not representing the NCR, fifth freedom with everybody but know that you should only be outside your walls during the day, the dogs seem a little more active at night for some reason as are the Dog Lords...
You will be sharing the territory with the two warring factions in the region, the first is the afformentioned Dog Lords. When Caesar's Legion tore through the legion, they beat the Hangdog Tribe to submission and assimilated them into their ranks. Those who chose not to follow the example of their bretherin or were rejected by Caesar's Legion formed a splinter group. These barbarians are little more than savages, who, when they aren't too busy fucking their dogs or close relatives, are constantly roaming the streets, looking for supplies, stray dogs to recruit and people to murder and feed to their dogs. It is highly recommended that you avoid these crazies, whenever you can and that you also avoid their enemies, The Copper Toes.
The Copper Toes are a bunch of upstarts from up north, their leader, Casmir, fancies himself a prodigy and has brainwashed his people into seeing him as some sort of Demigod. They to patrol their territory and seek to expand it, the size of which spans over the entire north west and most of the west in general. These whackjobs are typically better equipped and more civilized than the Dog Lords, though contact with them is still highly ill advised. Reports state that they prey on those they deem easy targets and won't hesitate to kill you and if they arrange to meet you, I'd be even more afraid, chances are you'll be walking into a trap.
Finally we have the smallest, yet most civilized faction of all. Omar Sanchez is a Baron of sorts, who runs the settlement known as 'Omar's Place,' the ruin of an old Pre-War manor house owned by Omar's ancestors. Words is that they survived by building a bomb shelter underground, which, given how rich these guys were, is probably not just a rumour. Omar might be your best bet, if you're looking for allies. Just don't piss him off.
You might also want to look into the local Vaults, from what we've heard, there are at least three of them in the region and Vault Dwellers have been sighted around the local area, whether or not they are friendly is uncertain, apparently they have some weird cult going on in one of them and a lot of Vault Dwellers often wind up coocoo. Consider yourselves warned...
Now, I know what you're thinking, what's to stop you from bolting as soon as we let you off the leash? What's the stop you from killing eachother? Well, I'll answer that right here and now...
You are being given full control over this operation, though know that the region of Denver is even more treacherous than you shitbags. Chances are, you'd end up dog food after a day, even if you stole a vehicle. Also, keep in mind who's surrounding you. You people have all done something to deserve this, you're all killers, thugs, thieves and I doubt that any of you would stay alive for long if you tried to kill someone else. There are no laws, besides the ones that you set yourselves but know that you can only make it through this together. In numbers there is strength and this isn't going to be some... prison exercise. No warden is going to save your asses if you get into a fight you can't handle. You are not representative of the NCR, your citizenship has been revoked. You will not be receiving anything from us.
You people are well and truly on your own, for the first time in your lives, the fittest will survive! You have no future but the one that you are willing to build by putting aside any petty differences and working together!
If you're still reading this then I'm assuming that you're interested, if you would be so good as to fill out the following details, we can put you in our 'maybe' pile. If you can't write or read very well, then don't worry your pretty little head about it, anyone can get killed afterall, so just do your best.
You and your fellow convicts are all S.P.E.C.I.A.L in some way or another. Please assign 35 numbers to each skill...
40 skill points to be assigned
You and your fellow convicts will bring various skills to the table, granted that not everyone is good at everything but everyone is good at something. We have come to the conclusion that everyone will be good at 3 skills (these are your tagged skills.)
Bare in mind that you may face challenges in all areas and you will face all sorts of challenges as a group or an individual as you go. So keep that in mind as you make your decision.
There are also a number of optional traits that you have picked up over the years, please tick where appropriate. You can have up to two traits, any more than that and people might start umming an erring as to whether or not you can actually go.
Please keep the following rules in mind, whilst filling out your application.
1. You can assign up to two friends to go with you on this mission. (Dogs and robots have their own slot, you can have one or the other or both if you don't have any other human, ghoul or super mutant characters)
2. Take this mission seriously, if you're bored then tough shit! You ain't doing enough if you find yourself bored and anyone being disruptive or stupid will be handed to the dogs personally.
3. Lethal force will not be tolerated towards your fellow inmates, taking the life of another into your own hands will probably backfire, you have been warned! (Basically; if you try to kill off another person's character or maim them, you'll probably find something bad happening to your character instead.)
4. You are NOT, I repeat NOT a hero. I've heard it all before, I don't care how much Jet you did this morning, you ain't the Vault Dweller, Chosen One, Lone Wanderer, Courier, Sole Survivor or any of those amazing people. They're clearly in better places!
5. You cannot be no over powered super being! I don't care who you are or who you're blowing, them's the rules son.
6. No 'everything' proof shields or I'll test your everything proof shield with a bicycle chain to the teeth!
7. This mission will begin in the year 2285 and will last throughout that year! Just in case any of you dope heads forgot what day it is...
8. You can be from any region in the United States, just have a good reason for standing in my shadow!
9. We will allow Humans, Ghouls or Super Mutants. I've heard that there are supposedly human replica robots known as 'synths' that come from the east coast. There aren't any out here and even if there were, they wouldn't be allowed to join this mission! You can also have a slot for a dog or a robot.
10. The people of the Wasteland are not your puppets, you have no control over them or it's non-human inhabitants.
11. If you find yourself waffling on and need music for dramatic effect, us () to state that you're adding a song, so I know when to go to sleep.
12. You can have flashbacks... I gues... Unless you have arangements with another inmate, you cannot interract with another inmate in your flash back. (You can with NPCs not shown so far in the story, I'll need to know if you plan on your character having a history with a featured NPC from this RP.)
13. You can also write dream sequences: in a dream most rules don't apply but only because it's all in your lazy ass head! It has no bearing on your mission or the world around you. Anything that happens in the dream stays in the dream and therefore dreams should only be kept to one or two entry logs.
14. Do not forget to fill in your application form, I swear to jebus, if I find ANY errors in there, factual or otherwise I will give you a sx change with the key to the supply closet!
15. Do not hijack the mission with your own mission, go somewhere else to do that shit!
16. You fall behind, you stay behind. You leave? You ain't coming back. Nut up or shut up!
17. So that joining late isn't an advantage, late comers will be dropped in by vertibird.
"Well, the food is better at my place and there are less people... though, then again, more people can be more fun. So I leave it entirely to your judgement." Omar shrugged, he didn't seem to care either way.
Wilkes had returned to his workshop, where he decided it was about time to give his power armour some... personal flair. In order to do this, though, he was going to need some paint. Thus, he headed for the storage to see if the pre-war inhabitants had left anything behind. After all, this was a school, and children loved to paint.
"It's... a similar concept, just replacing dirt with flesh and blood." Omar shrugged, with a faint smile as his people stepped up, a young woman of hispanic descent approached their table and placed the pasta on the table, along with some mismatched cuttlery.
She bowed, with a smile before rushing away.
"Ah... How I love doing this... It's rare I get to do it but boy, is it like being on a vacation of some sort..."
"We don't really need any really. If we're going to to kill dogs though, might as well take something to make it worth the trip." Crow shrugged, picking up a brick and walking over to the nearest dog's head, smashing at its teeth.
"You better believe it," Wilkes said, not looking up at Randall while he was busy. "In fact, we could've used less fertiliser than we did on the buildings. The explosions that come off that stuff are exceptional."
"You sure you ain't feeding me the same shit you're feeding everyone else, Wilkes?" The convict asked. "In a fight with one hundred to one odds, you don't bet on the underdog, no matter how big the payday might be."
"You do when the underdog is a thirty foot tall, nuke throwing killing machine," Wilkes pointed out. (Liberty Prime reference yay) "They have overwhelming numbers, maybe, but in our current position? I'd say we're at least fifteen feet tall, and we throw Mini Nukes."
"See, if I had top of the line troops at my disposal, I wouldn't need to topple buildings and turn entire streets into explosives to take on the Toes," Wilkes said. "A single squad of First Recon could probably clear out those savages. But all you need to do is mop up the survivors."
"I think they did you a favour... You were lucky, not that you want to hear it but... it's true, y'know? I had one guy hooked on that stuff and we couldn't save him, he was addicted for far too long. Drove him to suicide." Omar explained, glancing away as he heard a yelp, down bellow. It sounded like a dog...
"Yep, killed some dogs, should be enough... If it ain't I'll stick my gun up Wilkes' arse and pull the trigger." Crow shrugged, looking back over to the school.
ReDquinox wrote: "See, if I had top of the line troops at my disposal, I wouldn't need to topple buildings and turn entire streets into explosives to take on the Toes," Wilkes said. "A single squad of First Recon could probably clear out those savages. But all you need to do is mop up the survivors."
"Me? You think I'm going out there?" Randall started cracking up at being lumped in with the other Project Cookers. "Okay, Wilkes."
"What makes you think I'm going to stick and around do your dirty work?" Randall asked, amused, judging by how he was grinning, eyes hidden behind his goggles. "I been here all of five seconds and already you got it into your head I'm in the same place as you, here to fight your battles."
"Maybe I will." Randall said, shrugging, apparently Wilkes had validated something he'd already been considering. "Depends on how much I want to stay and watch before things get too hot. As I said, what you got out there are small time killers. They ain't been in a real fight, like you and me, Wilkes. You think your fancy make-up man is going to protect you against riflemen? You think the Doc and the gambler are going to hold a line?" He shook his head and smiled. "Nah.
"Your dirt-bombs will work. But if anything gets past that, you're ghosts. Once the bombs go, only thing between you and the reaper, is that." He lifted his knife to point it at the armour. "And I ain't ever trusted my life to Old World junk, and I ain't starting now. But then, a guy like me's got to take care of himself anyway, right?"
"You want me to contribute, give me something to do." Randall said indifferently. "But I only kill on one person's order: my own. Instant someone gets smart and thinks otherwise..." He smiled, lifted his chin, looking over at Wilkes. "Well, we can't all be innocent, can we?"
Randall gave a quick laugh. "It was more of a short hand of saying I ain't ever been ordered around before. You know I can't kill you, that'd make this place into a real prison. 'Sides, stabbed most of those jamokes in the back. You or me? Strictly in the face."
Randall made lot guttural noise in his throat, obviously not wanting to have clean-up duty, but not liking being cornered either.
"I guess I could make an exception and ghost people not just for the sake of it, for once." Randall agreed grudgingly. "Only 'cause I have to clean up your shit otherwise." He hopped down from the counter, rolling broad shoulders. "Been a long time since I had to kill, anyway. Don't want to get rusty."
Wilkes looked out of the window, and decided that it was about time to head out on the scavenging mission. He'd need at least one more to accompany him, though; therefore, he decided to go and ask Shiv, unaware of the fact that she was... sick.
"It's... not bad, I have good wine but it went off centuries ago, it tastes... worse than the shitty cheap wines, so... I use these ones as a compromise." Omar explained, with a faint smile and rubbing his hands together.
Randall materialized out of thin air a few moments later, stepping out from behind an obstruction, either having been in the area the whole time and only then decided to show up, or had just got there but made a show of skulking first.
"A crew of three." He noted. "Not expecting trouble then."
"Nothing we can't handle, at least," Wilkes said. "Three-man scavenge missions is how we've been doing it from the start, and with this power armour at our side, I'd say we've made an upgrade since then."
"Everyone scares." Randall stated, his gravelly tone leaving no doubt. "Maybe you ain't afraid of me. Normally I'd be offended, and we'd have to correct that, but you should be more frightened about what's coming." He smiled toothily. "Much as it pains me, I'm a sidenote."
"I think you know that I don't either," Wilkes added.
"Okay, Wilkes." Randall drawled, grinning, something the soldier said having amused him. "No need to get jumpy. As I said, only talking."
"Thought about it, decided not to." Crow shrugged.
"What kind of place are we going... Medicine building?" Shiv asked, looking over to it as she figured.
(That was kind of my intention... :P)
Omar returned a few moments later, carrying the wine bottle in his hand, the cuff on his left arm seemed to be stained red. He pulled the cork out, tossing it aside, pouring the whine with a... less upbeat mood.
"I... Am an idiot though, when this all started I thought that the Dog Lords would destroy the Copper Toes... Then I thought it was the other way around and now... It doesn't matter." The Mayor sighed.
Psychomantis108 wrote: "I... Am an idiot though, when this all started I thought that the Dog Lords would destroy the Copper Toes... Then I thought it was the other way around and now... It doesn't matter." The Dunmer sighed.
"More natural than an urge to kill." Crow shrugged as they approached the gate, Crow thumped it.
"That... Would be the best of both worlds. I don't know why the NCR doesn't destroy them, they are clearly a threat. A minor one but they're more or less waiting for one of them to become the next Caesar's Legion." Omar agreed, finishing off his wine.
"Just around the corner here," Wilkes said, gesturing at the next crossing. Seeing as they were getting close, he took two of the three duffle bags he had brought along from his shoulder and tossed one at each of his companions.
"Maybe we'll be able to work together on removing the Dog problem, once that's taken care of. Denver... Without Dogs, it sounds insane but I'm sure it can be done." Omar assured her, with a faint smile.
He heard several faint tapping sound as a Dog's paws hit the ground in rappid succession. One of the dogs leapt out of the darkness, snarling as it leapt up in Wilkes' face and tried to bite.
This friday, I will be leaving on a trip to Rome, where I will be staying for a week. I'll be running to and from in the city, observing all kinds of ruins and churches, and I will very likely not have access to wifi during my stay.)
"Ah, then you want to make sure that the stock is burried deep into your shoulder. Otherwise the kickback... Well, it'll either knock you on your ass or cause you to drop it." Omar explained, with a smirk, handing her the rifle.