Narrowleaf stepped out of his room. "Hey guys, I... N-no... " he said as he watching the setting moon, sharing a worried expresion with Applejack. "B-bolt... you'll need to chain us up tonight... take Brisk and RUN."
Hi Crimson, welcome to our Roleplay! the story is as follows: Jenny, John, Abbey and Will have made a camp for the night near the roads leading to nipton coming down from Primm. This being the Mojave though, trouble's never too far away and a powder ganger mob is watching the four from the darkness in a ditch nearby. The four settle around the campfire and begin discussing about what they're going to do tommorrow and joking about the days events. (You can either do this next bit one of two ways. Either A. Have your guys join my guys at the campfire then help them against the powder ganger ambush or B. My guys get attacked, your guys hear the fuss and come to help them out. It's just to add a bit of flavor.)
(Alright, here I go.) A figure in a black sleeveless duster and a black hood with aviator glasses walked across the dry merciless expanse of the Mojave desert. He stood at around 6ft 2inches and was at the peak of human physical condition. He stuck to the hills and was almost impossible to detect to the human eye. He spent over twenty years in the NCR's greatest Ranger squadron of all time, the MOCKINGBIRDS. And if the Mojave had anything to say about him, he was ready to bring the Legion hell.
Will: (has the radio on his pip-boy) John: turn that *squee!* off. Jenny: hey! I'm listening to it too. John: are you kidding me? He could be giving away our position! Will: l-l-look, how about I turn it down huh? Jenny: that's a brilliant Idea. John: (grumbles- whatever) Abbey: (watches along the mountain with a pair of binoculars)
The figure sat on the hills, watching several figures travel across the road. From what he could tell, he could easily take all of them down within moments if they happen to be hostile. But from what he could tell, they were just wastelanders. The MOCKINGBIRDS turned him into what are simply refereed to as 'Elite Black Ops Ninjas'. Judging from his distance and how he camouflaged into the environment, alongside some other factors, it would be extremely difficult to find him, as if one where to find a needle in a haystack the size of small countries. He could also spot a Legion Frumentarii from about two miles away. He removed his hood to reveal ginger hair that seemed to be naturally gelled back and a rough beard. He carried a silenced Sniper Rifle, a Ranger Sequoia, his signature black bladed Machete and his Bowie-Knife 'Blood-Nap'. He watched the travelers move past him, not necessarily important at this moment.
Abbey: (keeps watching the mountains) Jenny: Come and sit down Abbey. There isn't anything out there from what I can see. Abbey: hmph, alright. But I got a bad feeling... Like we're being watched. John: best keep our wits about us. (the powder gangers slowly sneak up behind the group and point their guns at the heads of the crew) Powder ganger 1: hands up. Abbey: told you. John: yeah yeah. Powder ganger: quiet!
The man watched the ordeal play out, noticing the pitiful excuse of a robber that the Powder Ganger was. He took his sniper rifle and held it in his hands, laughing to himself for a brief moment before looking down the barrel and firing a shot that went straight through the head of the Powder Ganger, watching him drop from the ground like a ton of bricks. He still watched the ordeal and reactions take place through the scope however.
Powder ganger: oh *squee!*! D: (A collective panic ensues amongst the rest of the gangers) Jenny: Will! (goes for her .45 pistol and shoots the ganger behind Will) (the gangers behind Abbey and John panic even more, so they use them as human shields. Will moves by Jenny's side and equips his weathered 10mm pistol) Ganger: stay the ***** away! Or the B!tch and the old man get it! Abbey: how dare you! (takes out switchblade and cuts into her captor's arm leaving a massive open wound) John: OLD MAN! OLD FREAKIN' MAN?!?!? (throws his captor over his shoulders and steps on his face) (Jenny and Will then proceed to kill a couple of other gangers. The remaining gangers decide to flee before any more of them died)
"Just a few more...." The man took one more shot as the Gangers, hitting the Dynamite on the belt of one of it's leaders that resulted in the entire group violently meeting their ends not long later. With the rifle being silenced and several more modifications, it made the man in black almost impossible to detect. Once the damage was done, not much really remained. He was still expertly hidden, but decided to break his cover by walking away from the scene.
Will: Woah, did you see that guy blow up!? he was like: ka-boom! Ka-plow! and stuff John: Nice shot Will! For once you've actually impressed me, even if it was with your rocket launcher. Will: I wasn't using my launcher :/ Abbey: he's right. I never heard his launcher go off. John: then how did that guy blow up? Jenny: Maybe he held his dynamite too long Will: I dunno, it's not like the gangers to do that. Abbey: well, whatever happened, we should be thankful we got out of there alive. Anyways, we'd better get some sleep if we're meeting Sand and the vets tomorrow. (the vets are the temporary name for a mercenary group that I am making) The next morning, the group heads off up the road towards ranger station charlie. The road to RSC was unpredictable, you never knew if you were going to get One group of Jackals or several groups of vipers. Fortunately, only a small group of Jackals armed with knives tried to tangle with them and met a swift end at the muzzles of the groups' guns. Abbey couldn't shake off what happened the night before, she knew that something was up but what it was she couldn't put her finger on
The man watched the group vanish into the distance before finally getting down from the cliffs and onto the road itself. As the group of Vet's headed away, the man decided to vanish like a ghost and found himself miles from any civilization. When the Legion tried to take the enormous bounty that was placed on his head by Caesar, it was only met with extreme disappointment. All assassins were killed, the man himself not even receiving a scratch. After all, this was the same man who walked the entirety of the Legion on a roaring rampage of revenge that managed to rack a kill-count of over 20,000 in four years. He'd walked an area the size of France, and had an entire nation try to kill him and fail miserably.
The four traveled onwards up the road leading to ranger station charlie, ever aware of the constant dangers that lay before them. Despite the intense heat and fear of attack from bandits, Leigon and local wildlife, the group kept their spirits high through light hearted jests and general goofing around, as they were known to do on their treks in the wastes.
The man watched over a hill of the same group he'd seen, and saved, before. Except that behind them were a group of Legionaries that seemed to particularly dislike the group below them. All of them were Assassins. Out of instinct, he took his Sniper Rifle and slid all the way down the hill and shot the assassins, shooting with what could be considered Superhuman skill as half of them dropped before they realized what was happening. "It's the Demon!" One of them yelled out just as the hooded man quickly holstered his rifle and took out a black bladed machete as he suddenly sprung from the hill towards the group, tearing one Legionary clean in half upon landing. Another Legionary charged him, only to find himself never standing a chance as the man took his machete and after stabbing him in the chest, took his holstered pistol and shot him point blank in the face. The scene lasted about ten seconds, and left eight Legionary assassins dead. The man then brushed some dust from the front of his coat before he noticed the group he had saved before, looking at him. The hooded man wore a black hood and aviator glasses, alongside having what seemed to be naturally gelled back ginger hair and a rough beard. (This is Damien http://imgur.com/qJ0a2oN)
(http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140623213636/falloutfanon/images/a/a0/Jenny_Fallout_3_(2).png - this is jenny http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140628203347/falloutfanon/images/1/11/Abbey_Abotts.png - that's abbey Will is in full T45-d armor so for now you can't see his face (I also need to get a picture of him and John sorted out for you) The group looked on at the man who single handedly killed the leigon assassins in a matter of mere seconds. the guns they'd equipped for that fight were now held in relaxed arms. Will: holy *squee!*... John: I hope you aren't thinking of killing us too. (to Damien)
Damien flicked the blood from the blade off onto the road below before putting the weapon back into it's sheath. He looked back over at the group nearby. "And why would I want to do that?"
John: Well you just slaughtered those guys without stoppin' for a breath. So why wouldn't you do the same to us..? Will: I think if he were after us he'd have done it by now John. Jenny goes over to Damien and the bodies of the legion assassins then starts rummaging through the bodies. Jenny: (Hums the song "butcher Pete" while looking through the bodies) So what brings you here Mr...? (to Damien)
The man took off his hood to reveal his head as he looked at the bodies around him, and just how untidy they were around him. "Winters..." Damien replied before looking at the group. "Damien Winters, former MOCKINGBIRD operative for the NCR Rangers. I've returned home to the Mojave because Caesar is here. I kill him, and the Legion might not last another five to ten years. I kill Lanius, his supposed successor, and this collapse might happen overnight." Damien replied shortly. "They've done something to me that I will never forget."
Jenny: Ex NCR Rangers eh? That's pretty awesome. By the way I'm Jenny And that's John, Abbey and Will. They're my best friends and John is just the guy we keep around if we run out of salisbury steaks XD John: (mumbles some swears) Jenny: I'm joking John, don't worry. Abbey: so... Damien, why aren't we shooting at each other right now? Why are you here?
"Easy. You're not shooting me" The man replied before looking at the bodies again and looked back at the group. "I have spent four years inside the Legion and I have been murdering any Legionary that comes across my path. I want my revenge on him, on Caesar. He took something away from me that I will never get back, so I've dedicated myself fully to destroying that monster and his entire damn nation. Let's just say that during my time there, the NCR described me as a "Walking Nuke" in terms of body count and damage."
