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Broken Kingdom; Phase 0: Into the Breach
Topic Started: Jul 18 2010, 11:46 AM (483 Views)
RabidChoco Jul 18 2010, 11:46 AM Post #1
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Sandopolis Act 2
 War. War never changes...

And neither does the weather. The rain came down in a light drizzle over the remnants of a theme park in the northern end of the Reedy Creek Marshlands. A younger man was tasked with lookout duty at the entrance to the tunnels beneath the old park, one of the more famous tourist locations in its heyday... before The War. Now the tunnel system and a few of the buildings on top had been co-opted by a band of survivors who had been lucky enough to reach them... and brave enough to clear a lot of it out. Darius, the lookout, blinked rainwater from his eyes as he glanced up towards the treetops to the north. Nothing much had happened in the past few days...

(OOC: Signups here.)
Edited by RabidChoco, Jul 18 2010, 11:46 AM.
Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.
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Deleted User Jul 18 2010, 12:08 PM Post #2
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 From the north, came a sudden sound. The whir of a motor, the 'WHOOSH' of Helicopter blades as they spin, chopping their way through the air.
A Vertibird, clearly once owned by the nefarious forces of the Enclave, soared through the skies over the trees. Unlike the other 'birds in the service of the sinister Shadow Government, however, this one had a symbol painted on it. A crude picture of a Club, like in the playing cards, with a Skull and Crossbones on it.
Coated in a layer of dust and sand, clearly it was not from this place. Instead, it was from somewhere far to the north, a land known only as The Capital Wasteland.

Slowing, the bird began to descend, coming to rest on top of a small building. The blades slowed to a stop, and the doors slid open.
Out hopped a figure in a suit of patchworked Power Armor, crafted from a modified suit of T-45b and patched together with Leather Armor and a few other knickknacks. Atop his head sat a shiny whiny T-51b helmet.
The man scanned the horizon, looking for any signs of life. He saw none. Satisfied, he waved the other three occupants of the bird forward.
Out hopped two other men- one clad in a suit of stolen Tesla Armor, pried from the corpse of a soldier of the Enclave, the other wearing a suit of Metal Armor, a hollowed out Eyebot shell perched atop his head to use as a helmet.
The third was a silver Mister Gutsy, similarly stolen from the forces of the President. Unlike the three humans, his job was not to accompany their leader- the man in the Tribal Power Armor.

This man was Richard Saber- mercenary extraordinaire. A man who had survived impossible odds with naught but himself and two men on his strike team. A man who had a seriously inflated ego, but yet managed to be tactically minded.
"Alright, boys." Saber said, turning to his soldiers. "Time for your orders. Ignatio!" He said, pointing at the thin man clad in Metal Armor, "Take your Sniper Rifle and scan the perimeter. I don't see anything out there, but we can't be too careful. This is unfamiliar and potentially hostile territory- no taking chances...yet."
"You got it, boss." Ignatio grinned beneath his helmet. "Shall I shoot at anything that looks hostile?"
"Of course." Snorted Richard, "But if it's a person, don't shoot unless they shoot first- it wouldn't be wise to make the natives hostile until we know for certain that we despise them."
"Roger." Saluted Ignatio, scurrying over to the buildings edge to take a look around.
"Virgil," Saber continued, nodding at the man in Tesla Armor, "You guard my rear."
Virgil nodded silently, unslinging a Combat Shotgun from a harness on his back.
"And Lars..." Saber said, eyeing the Gutsy.
"Don't tell me." The robot sighed in a british accent, "You want me to stay here, and kill anything that gets too close to the Vertibird?"
"Actually...Yes." Richard blinked.
"Well I'D BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO, SOLDIER." The Gutsy shouted, his voice changing to that of a gung-ho US Soldier, "Another glorious day of killing in this mans army."

"Uh...Right." The mercenary leader said, rolling his eyes. "You just keep an eye out, alright?"
"Yes, sir. Very good, sir." Lars replied, voice returning to british-accent again.
Richard turned and walked over to Ignatio, Virgil following close behind, leaving the schizophrenic Mister Gutsy to 'pace' back and forth around their aircraft.
"See anything?" Richard inquired.
"Nothing yet..." Ignatio murmured, peering through the scope of his rifle, "But I know there's something out there. I can feel it."
"Keep searching, then." Rich said, "We don't want the Twin Hammers getting the drop on us...If they're even in this area..."

(Lars, the Mister Gutsy, won't be playing a major role. He's just going to sit and guard the Vertibird, maybe appear as a comic relief character once or twice. No combat intended for him. :P Y'know. Essentially he's just making a cameo appearance.)
 
Crooked Axle Jul 18 2010, 01:02 PM Post #3
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I seem to be all out of fucks
 A lone figure wandered the wastes. He had come from quite far in search of work. it had been a long trek from Hoover Dam. He'd done a couple of hits along the way to keep himself going. In the distance he could just make out the outline of his destination. It would still be a long walk, but he didn't mind the solitude.

The man's name was Nicholas Brooks. He was a quiet man. Always focused and ready for the next kill. Nicholas was a mercenary of sorts. More like a hit-man. He'd take jobs from anyone who'd pay, but his services didn't come cheap. He was a professional, able to get anywhere and kill anyone.

Nicholas drew his favorite .44 magnum from underneath his overcoat. He checked the cylinder to make sure all six bullets were loaded. It wouldn't due to be caught unprepared in unfamiliar territory. Nick adjusted his fedora and continued walking in silence towards his target.
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RabidChoco Jul 19 2010, 03:35 PM Post #4
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Sandopolis Act 2
 Huh? Darius was puzzled by what flew overhead and apparently landed on one of the park's buildings. He hit the intercom. "Hey, we had something land up on top of that place with all the water and the creepy-looking kids. I'm gonna..." A weird metallic voice blared out overhead, but he couldn't quite make it out through the rain. "...I'm gonna go up and take a look." He shut off the connection, grabbed his favorite weapon (a baseball bat wrested from a mannequin near the southern end of the park proper) and started towards one of the staircases that led 'topside.'

(OOC: I'm just gonna assume that Nicholas is in the park proper, having entered on foot from the south.)
"Hey! Hey you! Get over here out of the open you nimrod!" Another lookout waved Nicholas over into one of the buildings towards his left. "You want something to assume you're supper? Get in here, quick!"
Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.
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Deleted User Jul 19 2010, 04:43 PM Post #5
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 Lars paused in his floating patrol of the Vertibird as he heard footsteps. He raised his eyestalks upward, assuming a combat position. He floated slowly towards some nearby stairs...
And spotted Darius ascending.
He stared for a moment, then shouted in his loud, metallic soldier voice,
"INTRUDER!" Without a second though, he fired off several Plasma shots at Darius. Luckily, each one whizzed by, missing the man by inches.
"DIE, COMMIE! THIS LOCATION BELONGS TO US!" Shrieked the Gutsy.

Suddenly a voice cried out, "VIRGIL! STOP THAT DAMN ROBOT BEFORE HE KILLS SOMEONE!"
Virgil, a black blur in his Tesla Armor, suddenly hurtled out of nowhere, ramming the robot full steam in a powerful tackle.
With an "OOF!" from Lars and a grunt of pain from Virgil, the two skidded across the roof, Lars leaving a trail of sparks, and slowly came to a stop. The robot thrashed about and Virgil attempted to hold him down.
"LEMME AT 'IM, LEMME AT 'IM! LEMME AT THAT COMMIE BASTARD!" Raged the silver, orb shaped mechanoid.
Virgil let out an impatient growl, struggling to keep the strong robot down. Suddenly the thrashing stopped and the machine seemed to calm.
"Oh dear me, sir." Lars said, his voice switching to british, "I am ever so sorry for my actions! I don't know what came over me! My sincerest apologies."

"Let him up, Virgil." Richard sighed, striding over. Virgil gave a brisk nod and got up, allowing the robot to regain his composure and float upwards once more.
Rich turned towards Ignatio, frowning beneath his helmet. "You idiot, I told you to look around for any people!"
"Sorry, boss." Shrugged the Sniper, "He must've been just out of view of the scope-"
"I don't want EXCUSES." Snapped his boss, "I want you to get me RESULTS. When I say 'Look for people', and there's somebody there, I expect you to find the damn person. Got it?"
"Got it." Growled the scrawny sniper, returning to his post.

"Now then." Richard said, crossing his arms and turning to face Darius. "Who the hell are YOU?"
 
Crooked Axle Jul 19 2010, 06:07 PM Post #6
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 Nicholas entered his destination from the south. He'd heard this place was being called Broken Kingdom. Nicholas didn't really care what it was called as long as there was work. From what he'd heard the people here were constantly under attack. Nicholas figured that they would need help. As long as they had the caps they'd get it.

Nicholas wasn't sure how to the settlement. He decided to continue walking until he came upon another human.
Edited by Crooked Axle, Jul 19 2010, 08:14 PM.
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RabidChoco Jul 20 2010, 01:54 PM Post #7
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Sandopolis Act 2
 INTO THE BREACH
Main Street, U.S.A.
Nicholas would pass by old, broken turnstiles and beneath a turn-of-the-twentieth-century railroad bridge. As he exited that 'tunnel', he would be greeted by the decaying sight of a 1900s-1910s town square, with a lane leading up to the facade of a decrepit medieval castle. And then, he'd see the first sign of life in this place's corpse, a man wildly waving Nicholas over, trying his best to get his attention without making noise.

Fantasyland Rooftops
"Who the hell are YOU?" one of the strangers who seemed to have come from the flying machine asked Darius. He decided to explain where they were. "You're about t-two stories above a settlement we've carved out here. I'm the l-lookout for the closest way in. N-Now who are you and what do you want?" he asked.
Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.
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Deleted User Jul 20 2010, 02:46 PM Post #8
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 "Ah. A settlement. I should've figured. This place is way too big and just a little too intact to be used for anything but settlers." Richard said, nodding to himself. "Of course, you neglected to explain who YOU are, but I suppose we can overlook that..."
He waved his two teammates over so they could stand behind him... and, well, basically make the small group look more intimidating.
"I, am Richard Saber." Saber announced proudly, "Mercenary Extraordinaire. Famous for pulling off crazy jobs against utterly impossible odds. I'm the best in the business."
"Or so he claims." Chuckled Ignatio. Richard shot him a look. "I'm Ignatio Lykor. Second-in-command, the team sharpshooter/assassin."
"And the silent, big guy," Richard said, pointing a thumb at Virgil, "Is Virgil Fenrir, Heavy Weapons Guy and Demolition Expert."
Virgil just nodded.

"...Oh, and to a lesser extent, the robot is Lars. Or Lawrence. He goes by either one. He's essentially our butler. And guard dog." Rich continued, nodding towards the Gutsy, who was floating by the Vertibird and muttering to himself.
"We have an ACTUAL guard dog, but we figured bringing the robot would provide better security for the 'bird." Ignatio added.
"Together, the three of us- and again, to a lesser extent, Lars- make up The Ravaging Plague Mercenary Company." Richard explained, "'TRG' for short. As to why we're HERE- we're looking for some bastards that we've been hunting all across the East Coast. What we wanted was nothing less than a place to start looking for them. And this was the first, largest, and most likely place to start that we've seen thus far."
 
Crooked Axle Jul 20 2010, 04:20 PM Post #9
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 Nicholas continued walking. He was surprised by the lack of people. Nicholas had been informed that there was a settlement here. Just as he was beginning to think that he was being lied to he noticed a man waving him over. Nicholas walked towards him. Nicholas kept his hand on his gun, unsure what to expect.
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RabidChoco Jul 21 2010, 01:09 PM Post #10
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 Fantasyland Rooftops
"Uh-huh," Darius said. "Darius Mason, one of a good number either too crazy or too scared to live anywhere but here." He did a quick scan of the sky. "'Course, you're not about to go anywhere else by air for a while. Looks like there's a storm coming in from the west." The clouds to the west were noticably more dark than the ones overhead. "If you'll come with me, I'll see about something to keep your flyer from getting pummeled by hail, and then perhaps we might be able to help each other. Danny would know," he said, turning towards the stairs.

Main Street, U.S.A.
When Nicholas approached him, the lookout beckoned the mercenary to follow him. Once they were inside the building, the lookout spoke. "You look like a merc. What brings you down to our damp little slice of swamp and ruin? Wanting to make ourselves useful are we?" He nodded to himself. "If you are, I'll take you down to Danny, he'll put you onto something."
Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.
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Deleted User Jul 21 2010, 03:29 PM Post #11
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 "...Alright." Richard nodded, "Fine then. Lead the way." He turned towards Virgil and Ignatio. "Ignatio, you're in the center, Virgil, you cover the rear."
"Aye, boss." Ignatio said, falling into line. Virgil just gave his signature nod.
"And YOU." Saber scowled, turning towards Lars. "You stay put, you hear?"
"Right. Like I have anywhere else to GO?" The robot made a whirring sound that mimicked a snort. "You go about your business, I'll keep your damned aircraft safe. But I won't like it."

"Duly noted." Saber replied, turning and following Darius, "But too bad for you; I don't care if you like it. You'll do it, or I'll personally melt you down into scrap metal and sell you to Walter."
 
Crooked Axle Jul 21 2010, 03:38 PM Post #12
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 You look like a merc. What brings you down to our damp little slice of swamp and ruin? Wanting to make ourselves useful are we?

"Precisely." replied Nicholas, "It was my understanding that this settlement was having some sort of troubles. Trouble usually means work."

I'll take you down to Danny, he'll put you onto something.

"Thank you."
Nicholas followed the man. He kept his hand on his gun. Nicholas never trusted anyone right away.
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RabidChoco Jul 23 2010, 05:14 PM Post #13
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Sandopolis Act 2
 Darius raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Should be fine, 'cept for herns. Gators don't get up this high. Alright, down this way." He led the mercenary crew down two flights of stairs and past what used to be a delivery entrance to the mouth of the tunnel he was watching. Further down, muffled by what one would assume were blast doors, came the unmistakable cry of feral Ghouls. "Yeah, they're stuck in the complex's wings. We haven't figured out how to open those flood doors. This way, please." The first corridor ended in a fork, the right path blocked by one of these flood doors, the left giving way to another fork, this time the right path was open.

"Then we go around, back here, and then under," the other lookout said. "Oh. And call me Judah."
Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.
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Deleted User Jul 24 2010, 08:25 PM Post #14
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 "...So I guess we just go down this way, then." Richard said, not really a question. "Alright, fine..."
He nodded forward, signaling Ignatio and Virgil to follow behind him. Together, the three of them trudged down the path, taking the left path, and then turning to take the right path on the fork that was down the left path.
They tread carefully, moving slowly and silently, not sure of what to expect- after all, it could always be a trap...

(Yeah, didn't really know what you expected me to do, so...there.)
 
Crooked Axle Jul 24 2010, 09:44 PM Post #15
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I seem to be all out of fucks
 Nicholas found this man infuriating. He didn't seem like the brightest example of a human being.
"So, Judah was it? That explanation was about as clear as mud." said Nicholas annoyed, "How about you just lead the way."
Nicholas drew his revolver and held it to the man's chin.
"Otherwise your wasting my time," whispered Nicholas, "and I don't like my time to be wasted by dead men. If you get my meaning."
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