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The day of BOS falling will never come. As for allies, I never said anything about allies, BOS has only had one ally before and it's vanished, we don't need allies, never have, never will. The Brotherhood Of Steel is one of the oldest guilds left on gaia, still thriving compared to many others. Alot of guilds die off before they even take flight, BOS hasn't, it's flourished the day I created it and has a strong backbone of loyal members.

((Continued from ECHELON))

Brian walked out of the gate and found the few members talking. He jogged over to them, clanking as the weight of the weapons was pulled by gravity to the merciless sands of the Nuclear Desert. He stopped by them and saluted,

Initiate Landry reporting for duty sirs. What is the SITREP?

He stood at attention waiting for an answer.

((Situation representation, something like you would use at a briefing to show enemy placement, regional statistics and maps and so forth.))

((Yeah, or 6pack has a different definition.))

(give up thats why I love the world so much. That is also why I hate the world so much.)

Winston walks out of the BoS facility gates and into the wastelands. He is packing light, both with food and arsenal. He notices the large group standing near the gate and strays from it, not wanting to get into conversation.

Canderous' feline ears twitched as almost glowing moon white eyes opened from the shadows of the wall, the sandy hue of the desert rock it was hewn from allowing him to blend effortlessly against the bloody sunrise landscape; thanks to his own ruddy, striped hide, bound in a bondage like harness of reflectivly dulled leather, steel and jagged glass, forming an effective barrier to a grapple and various steely protrusions that look quite painful, of course at the joints and extremites for ease of use with his own potent natural armrament.

"I could Tell you where that Radscorpian was two days ago by looking at it's feet if you wanted me to, I sure as hell can hunt' came a growling, bass voice edged with a syllibant hissing undertone, makign it soudn like someone was airing ou ta APC tire while he spoke like some kinf of courrupted Barry White.

He stalked out from the shadows, easily dwarfing even Fenrir's impressive build with his nine and a half feet of animalisitc glory, he raised his horned muzzle and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes a low growl rumbled like thunder through his chest and he seemed to ponder a moment "There are a group of Raiders to the east, probably a little over half a dozen, humans, and a few mutants, one smells particularly nasty, probably a super mutant" he rumbled, flexing his impressivly clawed hands "There is also another very large Radscoripian directly under your left heel, I'd move if I were you" he said with a smirk, it was only fair, Fenrir was the only member of the Brotherhood he had constant contact with he could really even stand, the rest were self assuerd, over compensating braggarts he could smash flatter then the Silicone wafers in Ender's pulse rifle.

Canderous, Or 'Canned' to his few friends, fell easily to his natural state, all fours, still standing a moderate amount higher then Fenrir, he was definatly quieter as he advacned towards the east, headign for a rockface
"They took chelter from the Rad Storms in the shadow of that rockface last night, I notced them when I was eating" He said softly, looking at Fenrir's armor plated coutnance "You might need to explain to The General why he is missing a Brahmin by the way" he said with a wry chuckle and scneted the air again, this time sneezing violently;
"Definatly gunpowder, a bit scattered around the area, probably small arms or a few SMGs low on ammo, and there is alot in one place, accomapied by that nasty oily smell from your workshop....Probably a Vindicator, or some sort of heavy machine gun from the concentrtion" Even with his short time in the BoS, his keen, well honed sense of smell had earned him a degree of respect from the soliders and commanders alike, as he could recognize differnt types of gunpower by smell, he woudl always tell them he grew up around alot of munitions, which was true enough.

"The ulgy brutes are mine, besides the pop-darts you have loaded in that god-awefully smelling contraption wouldnt even scratch a baby claw's a** very well" He said derisivly, having a deep hatred of guns, just because he thougth they smell quite akin to a Matriarch with bad gas.

Canderous Loped ahead silently, stoppign for a moment
"I'll circle around the rock face and jump them from above, do keep the guy with the vindicator busy or its goign to be a very short trip' He was confident in his own natural armor, but a 7.62mm from a Vindicator vulcan cannon would rip through him like a hot knife through brains, let alone 1,000 of them.

He took off at an amazing speed, havign evolved from a predatory cat himself, he was gifted with the full flexable spine, and thus coudl use his whole body to run, reachign speeds exceeding 66 MPH with ease, in fact they used to have races In humvees back in Vault City to see who could outrun him on a closed course. Reachign the rockface in only a handful of minutes, he began to climb, his strong feline claws giving him good purchase, he scooted along, proqling on his belly til he as over the encampment, on a high ledge.

There were several tents, and a few battered vehicales forming a perimeter aroudn the camp, manned by a lazy mix of mutants and humans, his original esitamte was close, he counted five humans and three normal mutants, a handful of minor ordinace spread amongst them, and sitting on top of an old, barely running HAPC was a mounted Vindicator VC that has obviously seen better days, no one was near it though, and he planned to keep it that way, though the Super Mutant was no where in sight, and he coul dsmell him very close, probably in the tents, he settled back and waited for Fenrir to kick the shindig off.