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((It was only one auto-turret by the way that was set up and ran out of ammunition, just like it's only a single one now. I was a little confused by the last sentence of your last post, but by the sound of it, concluded that you were aiming and about ready to let fly a round, then two more after, them not having been shot yet, so took the chance to post my character's actions starting from when you entered the area up until your very last sentence.

Also, it has never been required to PM a sign out to any head mechanic, especially since they can change and it remain under the maker's name, so they'd get PM'ed, despite them not being a mechanic anymore. But yeah, seriously? PMing each and every request form? Never going to happen my friend, well, from me at least and surprised that anyone would do it since it'd be a pain in the a** to PM a certain person. That should probably actually be removed on the PMing thing, maybe keep the form to actually post in the thread along with their post, which I didn't even see the forms in the first place, just went straight to the back page assuming it was the same as always since such a ridiculous thing has never existed and would never have thought that anyone would, but just removed for the guild's sake of just it being a pain. Not sure if you also mean that they have to PM it to you and then it get approved or not before taking it out. But if so, they could have to wait say a week or more if for example you're on extended leave for say a funeral or a vacation trip or say moving and not able to get online. But you'll have loads of fun with me then on not filling out the forms/PMing you, I always sign out like in the past with a signature, but never a full fledged form, maybe that if declared by Xenos, but never PMing a mechanic and especially never if it's PMing and having to wait for approval from a mechanic if that's the case too. wink ))

A beeping inside of his helmet went off as the proximity sensors were tripped, out of the turret's range, but still within sensor range. He woke with a start, strapped on his weapons quickly, then hit the ramp door to exit outside. The black suit shone in the sun, the cape flickering like a flag in the open wind. He scanned the area and then caught a flicker of light, which he quickly had his helmet zoom in, it was a humvee's windshield, on closer inspection, it was someone with a rifle resting on the hood of it. He couldn't tell on any markings of the vehicle, it was a humvee, but it was shredded by bullet holes, obviously the one who found his camp last time. But it was alot of smoke coming out of the engine area, along with no markings, if there were, they had been ruined by the turret. Figuring it to be hostile and potentially more than one, he slipped the gauss rifle from his back and took aim with the high technology scope someone made him long ago from the research department as a present for such a weapon as a gauss rifle that could reach so far on distance and wanted it to be able to use it's maximum potential. Zooming the rifle in free hand, he took aim at the scope on the rifle, the man was just beginning to aim through his scope when a loud discharge was heard across the empty wasteland, the gauss round slamming into the scope, blowing it to pieces from the rifle's mounts. Before the sound of the shot finished echoing, he had already taken aim and another was heard, piercing through the fuel tank on the unknown humvee and a fireball erupting, sending wreckage falling all the way to his own position, raining down bits of twisted metal. He quickly scanned the area with his scope, but couldn't see anyone, perhaps they got flung from the wreckage or just got incinerated, he couldn't tell what the person even looked like since the man had been totally obscured by the humvee and the rifle he had been ducked under. He half ran to the APC, throwing in the turret along the way and jumped behind the wheel, hitting the key...but it didn't start. Cursing, he realized the problem, he had been leaking power due to his crude removal of the GPS chips. Ender jumped out and pulled out a repair kit, along with an extra fusion cell, hauled himself under the APC and quickly repaired it, being a General meant more than the title, he was highly trained in all fields and technology along with mechanical repairs was one of his strongest points. The patch up and fuel cell replacement took no longer than a few minutes since it was pretty cleanly torn out, from the time he got out of the vehicle to the time it was all repaired, a more torn up area or a less knowledgeable person repairing it might have taken longer, but this type of stuff was a cakewalk to him, give him some plutonium and a trash barrel and he could probably make a nuclear bomb out of it. Finished, he just threw the remaining equipment in the back, looked around, saw no movement, and jumped in the driver's seat with a grim outlook, that already he was being attacked by outlaw rogues in the wasteland outside of The Brotherhood's range, meaning his job would be that much more difficult bringing such people to justice and it looked to be by force.

*Eight Hours Later*

Pushing the APC at a casual speed, he ran into one of the fabled storms of the east, the ones that could eat flesh from bone if not properly armored. The wind battered the side of the APC, rocking it back and forth on what little suspension it had, even whipped the side of the APC up a few inches off the ground on one side as it took a violent gust, any lighter vehicle might have been pushed onto it's side. If the humvee wasn't so securely hitched to the back, it might have even taken off. Well, the good thing he realized, even though he didn't enjoy the storm, that if that was a scout for a larger force, that his trail would be whipped away into oblivion. Lightning crashed down all around the empty plains, instantly glassing the ground wherever it touched, sometimes making it hard to see with the sudden bursts of light. He felt refreshed though despite the circumstances, considering he was used to being up days at a time with being busy as the previous General, which required him to stay up for days on end without sleep and when he was exhausted, there was always the adrenaline shots built into the suit to keep him awake to buy him even more time. He drove on, reaching past the range of even the farthest and smallest of The Brotherhood's last outpost to the east and by his reckoning, a few days from the old North Carolina area at his current speed and since he took off due east from the base from the Chicago area, it meant he turned the wheel to head southeast to head into the North Carolina direction in a severe arc, so his total path from around the Chicago area to the New York area as his final destination, it'll form a huge "V" or more rougher, a large check mark.

- Oh perfect timing Alexi now i get to post how totally ******** up i am, and now i have a chance of being saved, cause i was totally going to have my character die. Unfortunately that would have also resulted in me resigning from the guild. Since your here that won't happen! =D -

Mark was about to pull the trigger when he saw a shimmer of black power armor step out of the rear end of the APC this momentarily distracted him. Mark saw a shimmer as a weapon was drawn and pointed in his direction, "haha good luck trying to hit me all the way--" the scope of his rifle exploded with such force from the gauss round the shrapnel broke and shattered his plexiglas mask cover. Small jagged pieces of metal and plastic flew into his eye's his sight blinded. Mark released his weapon his hands immediately reaching up to cover his eye's but failed and only increased the pain. Mark's body spasimed as his body hit the Humvee and staggered away. Surprised by the explosion of his scoped weapon and the breaking in of his face plate Mark frantically attempted to remove his helmet on his shoulders while stumbling about, taking of his helmet he let it roll out of his hands and onto the ground, he started to reach his hands up to remove what glass he could when from his eye's when the sound of screeching metal could be heard. Mark still attempting to remove the glass felt a blast of hot air followed by hundreds of sharp stabs throughout his body. Shrapnel from the Humvee tore through his armor as if it where butter, that close to the explosion also made his innards feel as though they had been torn out or liquidated. Mark's added body armor only protected him so much from the front but since his back was to the vehicle his body was torn up from behind. Luckily for him his armor had a spinal guard.

Time seemed to slow, shortly after the searing and blinding pain the force of the blast along with more shrapnel blew out followed by another heat wave, burning the back of his neck and ears. small slivers punched through the cartilage of his ears as others scraped across his skull. A piece from what was once the driver door shot out at a high speed towards Mark. The blast still had Mark sailing though the air arms outstretched as he tried to regain his balance in midair. The door flew fast enough and was serrated just enough to sever the Knight Commanders left arm, just short of the shoulder blade. More shrapnel lodged it's self in his right leg cutting deep into the artery there and lodging itself into his femur, it acted as a make shift blocker for his leg preventing his blood from pumping out and bleeding to death.

Time seemed to return to normal for Mark the overall time was no more than a couple of seconds. Still flying through the air Marks feet hit the ground a sickening cracking sound coming from his left and right legs and a loud pop coming from his right arm. Still having a substantial amount of force and momentum with him Mark hit the ground bounced and then seemed to roll in the air. Landing again on a large piece of jagged metal, cutting deep into Mark's jaw and and making more of sickening cracks as his jaw was now broken or shattered. Marks face quickly jerked back removing it from the piece of derbies. A loud groan of pain could be heard from him as the pain thought his body was immense, due to his broken jaw he was unable to scream. Mark could feel his suit filling up with blood, and frantically reached out for something anything. Coming across a piece of metal still on fire from the oil in the engine he could feel the heat through his gloves.

Taking n a deep breath his nostrils flaring as he prepared for more pain, Mark placed the searing hot piece of metal over his left arm, cauterizing the wound to an extent, his nerves where shot he started to feel dizzy and light headed. Mark attempted to activate his S.O.S. beacon but due to the blast he was unable to for it had shattered his screen and the blast from the fusion cell fried his pip-boy. However still blinded the Knight Commander mashed the technology against anything that might hit the distress beacon. Marks right leg was covered in oil a small fire raging on his armor. In a desperate and frantic last attempt Mark tried to pull himself away from the Humvee with his arm. Barely moving six inches Marks right arm collapses to the ground, blood in his eye's he was to far, even if a distress signal was sent he was a goner. He'd bleed out before making it back to the medical facilities, "This is it... this is the end of me... well i did kind of die in combat but it was more along the way of a caught off guard instead of a blazing gun battle. Well.. at least i can sleep now... yeah some sleep..." Mark thought to himself as he started to fade. Another second passed and Mark's body lay limp on the wasteland ground no more than ten feet from the twisted burning wreckage. In his unconscious state Mark would bleed out in just a few minutes.

((Yea...with those injuries, even if I were to operate on spot, you'd have a rather small chance of being saved...lets see what we can do. ))
Alexi scanned the smoke from a distance as the vertibird soared towards the humvee's wreckage. Scanning back and forth along the ground revealed a small trail of blood and then further away, a trashed body.
Alexi's hear sank as he forced himself to stare into the bino's. There, mangeled and hardly living, was Mark's dying body. The Doctor let the binoculars drop to his side. There was no chance that he could pursue the deserter without leaving Mark to die a horrible radiated death, baked to the wasteland ground like a grotesque meat pie.
"Change of plans boys, we're doing a rescue mission. Three of you will stay here and guard what remains of the humvee. We'll need to scrap that later. One of you will come with me. We're going to try to save Mark from dying a worthless death. We'll land at Outpost 13 and try to complete his surgery there. We'll return to get you in 3 days. Make sure you bring lots of water and food. There might also be raiding parties, so you'll need to bring med kits and ammo. Good luck!" Said Alexi into the com mic. The men would be fine, a reliable senior squire was in charge and a medic was among them. Mark however was more of a problem.
The Vertibird touched down near Marks body and Alexi and the men ran out with a life board.

Sabine reclined uneasily in her within the Vertbird. Having only viewed the foreign-looking, complex aircraft from a distance, she found the experience both thrilling and deeply disturbing. Flight was a concept as alien to the Vaultdweller and the sun had originally be: it was something that hadn't existed until she experienced it, and even then... it was dream-like. Added to the situation was the mangled presence of Mark, a bloodied mess upon the lifeboard. Seeing him in such a state shocked Sabine to her core, threatened what little food she had consumed to be brought up.

The Wasteland was such a cruel place. Her fingers dug into the bottom of her seat, her dusky skin ashen. She viewed the surgeon in silence. He was familiar--she probably met him during her medical exams when she became an initiate. Right then, however, the mechanic was in no state to recall names.

((I can't see how it'd get people in an RPing mindset when they're waiting for an approval on a vehicle to come through by PM, waiting, losing that mindset, that's just me. Also, why reread the forum? It's not a different layout, only a couple of new threads, well, Xenos' Office and you remaking the Motor Pool, despite the previous one being perfectly fine, who would have thought that the Motor Pool and the fun of it would be slaughtered by having to PM to just take a vehicle out/to even post in the thread itself? At least before, the Motor Pool got more action, not much, but alot more than what it seems to now, which that's probably the reason. Anyways, I didn't reread the Motor Pool because I assumed it'd be the same pretty much, maybe just a slightly different description or something, but nothing like the controlling way it is now, especially since no other thread in the guild is like that, you don't see anyone having to keep an updated list on exactly how many weapons we have in the armory and having to PM to take one out do you? More control over just a normal RP thread just equals less motivation for people to go through the hoops to even just begin RPing, which I think we're trying to encourage...I hope? Just my thoughts on the matter, the limited amount of vehicles list is a good idea and I can see how PMing would help you keep track on updating the vehicles, I really do, just I think it's a tiny bit too strict, especially for those who are in say a vehicle orientated occupation, having to check out their own vehicle each and every time through PM when it's their job to drive such things, like Light Armor includes APCs, Scout vehicles, Humvees, etc. So they'd have to PM and check out their occupational vehicle everytime through PM, who would want to RP with having to do that every time they wanted to fulfill their occupation? I know by not having them PM you, it'd make it a little more difficult on keeping track of the limited amount of vehicle list, but it's sacrificing the ease of RPing and cutting out potential RPing because they don't want to go through all of that just to make your job easier. The godmodding, eh, a little, I just rolled back time since you jumped so far ahead on catching up, assuming my character stayed in one spot all that time instead of just sleeping a couple of hours, so I just caught up on the time you arrived and my actions leading up to your post while you did them, then countering them, even though severely with a slight bit of godmodding, but oh well, considering you put yourself caught up to my character and aiming already, ready to pull the trigger without my character doing anything, so slight godmodding on your part as well. It'd be like someone coming in and somehow miraculously finding me with such a large head start and not knowing my direction since it keeps changing, which would be nearly impossible currently with the storm blowing away the tracks, not being able to take an aircraft through it, no GPS, and going on my original plot of east, then turning southeast when you told them that my heading looked like it was heading up north to northeast. But anyways, it's all done, it was fun with the whole pursuit, my apologies for catching up to your time frame to make it more fair and auto-hitting your scope, that's all that was really done, not too bad, considering you were going to shoot a hole through my engine block and gave no real way out and you could have avoided alot of the blast, I left it open, especially with you seeing a person aiming straight at you and your vehicle. But eh, oh well, as said before, it's done.))

*Twenty Hours Later*

He was going through the southern Ohio area when he decided to turn the vehicle sharply Southwest, planning on heading down to Louisiana, he heard it was pretty bad down there with the radiated swamps and terrible creatures that inhabited it, it'd be a better place to start than his original plans. The outrageous storm still raged on, almost seeming to tear the metal plating off of the APC with it's angry gusts that buffeted it's sides, but he tried to keep a positive outlook, that at least he has the chance to bring The Brotherhood's influence farther out of it's territory, to let the name be heard and give perhaps some out there hope in their lives rather than push around papers on a desk. The loyal engine of the APC rumbled onwards, pushing him fast across the deserted wastelands through the tremendous storm.

(( WOW lots of stuff goin on here in the wastes isnt there? Is there some sort of RP idea that i missed happening? ... Sorry it's taken me so long Lyanah, I've been doing lots of stuff.))

Brutus caught sight of Lyanah and smiled widely. He rose from his seat in the little cave slowly, arms extending to greet his little sis.
"Hello lil sis! I'm glad you came to find me."
When she was within arm's reach, he scooped her up and placed her on his shoulders.
"We've been needing to talk for a while now."