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 Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 3:33 am
There were two small tents next to each other on the closest side of the camp, near Fenrir. Another larger tent was on the far side next to an APC, command tent probably. Whatever mutant had won the ugly contest for leadership would most likely be sitting around counting bullets or drinking the expensive boozes in a big tent, because the smaller tents clearly weren't made for a mutant.
Fenrir made his way along the outside of the two side-by-side tents, giving his best attempt to sneak. Footsteps could be heard from a nearby guard pitching an empty beer bottle to the ground and mumbling something.
This would prove easy enough to accomplish, having stashed his pancor across his back he made a rush at the guard. The guard wasn't entirely useless, he made an attempt to defend himself and yell before an armored hand found itself to his throat. Fenrir pulled the guard in close, pinning the bandit's gun arm between his chest and Fenrir's power armor. After a short struggle the guard fell limp at Fenrir's boots, his SMG unfired.
The grenade Fenrir made ready flew pinlessly into the air. Hopefully landing somewhere useful, as it was aimed at a pair of conversing guards Fenrir heard some distance away.
"3 seconds." he said under his breath, mindlessly to himself. Fenrir readied his pancor jackhammer coming to the corner of the tent.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 3:46 am
Canderous heard the telltale 'Ping' of a fragger flying through the air, Runnign from Briggs that was something he became all too familr with, and counted off on his claws 'Three, two, one' At the soudning of one a fiarly loud concussive blast sounded it's retort and two poor humans suddenly learned why they had not evovled for flight, thier frial bodies were just not accustomed to the landings, which was arugably re-enforced with the wet meaty cracks as they flew face first into the rock wall.
The camp exploded into a panic, guards and mutant runnign everywhere, and the larger tent showed signs of somethign very large, and very pissed inside
"Lets Mambo" he grunted and then leapt over the side of the ledge.
In his moment of freefall, an interlude of stupidity...
Poor mutant, he hadnt aclue what was goign on, there was this loud bang and Ricky and Marco got turne dinto wallpaper, he grunted and grabbed for his Tavor, but something his the shoulder of his Radplate, it was a rock, he had enough time to look up before the clear and rapid sound of a bell cmae to his ears, and his eyes caugth sight of a large flyign for of claws, teeth and horror...
Canderous landed on the mutant like a ton of bricks, well actually a little under half a ton, and promptly looped his forearm aroudn its thick neck, kickign off with his right foot as he landed a little behind and to the left of the mutant, throwing himself forward with a snarlhe jerked his arm into a Bulldog Lariat that was met with a resoundign CRACK of bone, maintainign hsi hold on the now very dead mutant, his head rolling on his shoulders like a broken bobblehead, he wokred one hand under a stanky armpit and hefted the mutant into a Hurricane Spin, tossing him liek an olypic hammer across the camp and straight into the larger tent, taking out a few stakes and collapsing it wiht the heavy corpse, he cackled a bit madly and rang the bell moutned on his rigth bicep two times, total knockout.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 4:02 am
Fenrir came around the corner to find a series of angry and armed bandits. With good reason, he probably just killed three of their friends. Not that it matters, raiders should know where to avoid BoS territory.
The first bandit guard was carrying a pair of berretta 9mm pistols, harmless mostly. For his poor choice in weaponry, Fenrir rewarded him with several shells of flechettes. Three rounds turned the poor bandit into a bloodied human pulp, and at this range he intercepted every piece of those shells.
Not all of them were without brains, though, someone had the mind to stay in the tents out of sight. Fenrir was cast to the ground with the force of two shotgun shells. They hadn't pierced his armor but the force behind them left a mark and put him on the ground.
His shotgun was out of hand now, he lost it with the sudden shock of being knocked over. The bandits took their chance to get close with their crude weapons. One had a big metal stick that was sharp on one end, another had a big wooden club with spikes on it, and the closest had a very rusty looking machete. The machete wielding bandit stepped a little too close and caught the business end of a powered boot to the kneecap. The boot went forward completely unhindered and the guard's knee paid the price.
Fantastic, up against atleast two guards in melee combat when their weapons couldn't do squat to his armor.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 4:21 am
Canderous heard the rapport of the shotgun and saw Fenrir go down, he didnt want whover had the Trench Gun to get close to him while he was down, he looked around quickly and took note of an old Flatbed, rigged with a makeshift cage for slaves on the back, and he got a devious idea.
Boudnign over to it on all fours he stood and roudned to its bumper, startling a lone human he dispatched him easily with a Claw Hold, implaing his face with the deadly claws his race took its name from, and literally tearing the front half of his head off in a gout of blood, brains and nasal tissue. That roblem dealt with he gripped the front undercarrage of the flatbed and heaved with a snarlign grunt, liftin gthe front end of the two ton vehical off the ground, he rotated it to line it's back end up with the group of people batteing fenrir, more precicsly with fenrir himself.
"HEY BUCKET HEAD, GRAB SOME FLOOR!" he shouted quite audibly, knowing Fenrir sepnt enough time aroudn explosives to know that command, and he gave the truck a heavy shove, there was a shriek of metal as the brakes groudn to poweder under his impressive strength and he started to pump his powerful legs, catapulting the truck forward and over Fenrir... but the poof saps with clubs were not so lucky as the multiton behemoth's knobby tires ran them down like grass with some satisfyinf crunchign sounds.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 4:32 am
Fenrir had recovered himself well enough that he sat up slightly on his elbows. The bandits started to keep their distance after watching their buddy's knee get inverted.
He heard the shout from Canderous and gave a toying chuckle to himself as he pointed a coy finger passed the raiders and at the stampeding truck. They both fell for it, and looked as Fenrir made himself flat. Canderous wheelbarrowed a truck over the pair of raiders that were invading Fenrir's personal space. Since they were pretty well crushed under the weight of it he hadn't much to worry about.
The tent-dwelling, shotgun-wielding, genius of a raider made his way from the tent to gawk at where the hit-and-run had come from. Fenrir got to his feet and rushed the stupid b*****d. The raider raised his weapon, an old double barrelled italian shotgun, but his lost time spent staring down traffic cost him his edge. Fenrir had a hand on the barrels and pointed it away from himself as they fired harmlessly in the ground. Fenrir put his other hand on the breech release and sent the pair of spent shotgun shells into the raiders face, and pulled the shotgun free of his grasp when he flinched.
The raider staggered as he tried to shield his face from the shells that had already bounced off, and Fenrir brought the shotgun around like a whip. The stock of the shotgun caught the raider across the temple as it the breech closed from the recoil of the hit, Fenrir still holding it by the barrel.
"I told you deathclaws couldn't drive." he stated clearly enough that anyone in the general area could hear him. Though Fenrir didn't see quite as many dead mutants as he would have liked too.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2005 10:39 pm
Fenrir Fenix ((Situation representation, something like you would use at a briefing to show enemy placement, regional statistics and maps and so forth.)) ((Yeah that is mine basically, with just a different shorter second word. Situation Report, and I am an initiate who has no idea what is going on. So he wouldn't know if there was or wasn't something. So, yeah.)) Brian went back to attention and stood holding his Beretta Silverhawk. Ok sir, so no battles, missions, quests, investigatrions, at all?
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 2:04 am
*Shifting in his armor and pulling his cape tighter against him*
"No Initiate, nothing available at the moment and with that, I think I'll retire to the base"
*Heading back in through the large doors of the base, he slips his keycard in and the doors grind open letting him pass and he quickly strides through wanting to get back to base to rest*
((Sorry, I'm fishing alot for competition and can't continue this RP at the moment.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 7:53 pm
ender_169 *Shifting in his armor and pulling his cape tighter against him* "No Initiate, nothing available at the moment and with that, I think I'll retire to the base" *Heading back in through the large doors of the base, he slips his keycard in and the doors grind open letting him pass and he quickly strides through wanting to get back to base to rest* ((Sorry, I'm fishing alot for competition and can't continue this RP at the moment.)) He saluted Ok, sir. Ill stay out here and patrol the (north/south/east/west wherever we are) wall.He watched him walk off to the base and enter. As his body disappeared behind the grinding doors, he turned back to where he was looking. He pulled his shotgun closer to his body and started patrolling the wall.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 12:44 pm
Diego walked up to Brian. "Mind if I patrol with you?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 1:50 pm
Walks through the door with Walther in hands.Looks around for any Deathclaws."Hey any one want to go hunting for Deathclaws?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 1:54 pm
i do that sounds like fun *pulls out his Desert Eagle(.44) pistol *come on Takayuki Mazagowa lets see if anyone else wants to come with us
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 1:56 pm
anyone else want to come with us???
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 2:00 pm
keebon anyone else want to come with us??? Guess not.C'mon Keebon.Lets go kick Deathclaw a**!
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 2:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 2:02 pm
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