(Have to admit, the batman transition made me laugh quite abit. The house should look something like this and it's built into a cliff-face, formerly a pre-war house of luxury that's extremely difficult to locate. The actual rocks around the house act as a bowl and the only entry is through a narrow path designed to funnel any potential threats so that they could be easily dealt with by turrets that Damien installed. http://www.inhabitat.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/festus-01.jpg) Was it not for Damien telling the group where his house was located prior to leaving, it would have been practically impossible to find it. It was hidden to such an extent and contains enough natural defenses that not even the finest Legionary explorers could find it. Eventually, the group were forced through the narrow path that led to the home until they found it in all of it's beauty, although it resembled more of an impenetrable fortress then a home. Damien had to take measures, especially since he had the largest bounty on his head since the Great War in Legion terms. Damien was on the balcony and just waved. "You're lucky that I arrived before you guys did, I was just recalibrating the defenses to allow you guys to pass. Had you arrived before me, you would have found yourselves in a new version of hell with about eight high-powered laser turrets gunning you down." Damien said before he took a zipline to the ground, dropping onto the ground once he was low enough and landing where the group stood. "You would not believe how effective they are against Legionary armor or no armor at all, your not safe even if you're wearing the strongest of power armor." "Well...." Damien said before he gestured to his house. "Welcome to Castle Winters!"
( http://winter-silverwolf.deviantart.com/art/His-Last-Stand-174380372 ) ( http://winter-silverwolf.deviantart.com/art/Deathclaw-Wanderer-155550101 ) (Snazzy! By the way, Those links above show Roughly what I think the anthro deathclaws would look like ) Abbey: nice place you have here. Will: Damn. You're better prepared than most I'll give you that. Jenny: eh, I've seen better. Abbey: mind giving us a guided tour Lord Winters? c:
(Hooray for humanclaws !) Damien then got the group to follow him into the house, which revealed that the front room was almost as majestic as the most luxurious rooms in the Strip. However, something did appear in the back half of the room. A wooden desk and a huge pin-up board that's at least the size of a wall was barely visible on the other side of the house. On the board were photos of each Centurion or leader inside the Legion and their location, all organized in a pyramid in terms of importance with Caesar being at the top while anyone else of importance went down to the bottom. Each time that Damien killed a Centurion, he drew a circle around the photo and slash an 'X' inside it to signify that they are dead. So far, roughly three quarters of the pyramid was eliminated, at least over 126 people. All that remained was the Inner Circle, some Centurions, Legate Lanius and Caesar himself.
"Yes, I've converted a section of the room into my war-room. Every single Centurion or leadership figure that I've killed is on that board. Colorado, Arizona, Utah, New Mexico and Mojave. I remember all of them, all of their faces as well. The combined effort of four years, now placed onto the monster above." Damien replied. "Almost all of my last targets are located directly in The Fort itself. If Caesar dies, then his successor would be Legate Lanius. Regardless of the outcome, the Legion would have difficulty keeping itself together due to infighting, especially with Lanius in charge. While he might be a fantastic military commander, he's awful in leadership. The Legion would last maybe a year at least with him in charge. But if Lanius was killed, alongside Caesar and the Inner Circle, then the Legion collapses before the end of the year. It could be overnight, it could be a month of so. But it will happen" Damien then put his left hand onto the wall, just as his right hand scanned it. Not long later, the wall seemed to open up to reveal a staircase that was pitch black at the bottom. "Come with me, I'm sure everybody here is going to like this." (Damien's house was formerly the home of a wealthy yet extremely paranoid survivalist who lived before the Great War. He spent huge amounts of his wealth to ensure that he survived the nuclear apocalypse. While the house was untouched, the rich owner died at somepoint and he never arrived to his home. Damien found it in 2276 after he retired and called it home, although the security measures weren't reactivated until the end of 2277. Also, read this http://www.reddit.com/r/Fallout/comments/2l6cuy/victory/ and play the Team America theme at the same time XD)
Abbey: Yeah It could collapse, or what will most likely happen is they'll just find someone else to fill their shoes . The legion's vicious but not stupid. And I bet all those targets you took down have been replaced by their next in line. Face it Damien, your plan thus far has been rather futile.
"They are indeed intelligent, but that doesn't mean that they can maintain their entire system just out of sheer leadership itself. The Legion follows Caesar as a man, not his ideals. Many Legionaries in the far eastern areas of their territory don't even follow the Legion, it's just a harsh byproduct of the Legions brutality. If Caesar dies, total collapse would be inevitable. Knowing when it will happen is unknown, but it will certainly happen. Even a god-king can bleed" Damien told Abbey before taking looking at the pitch black staircase and activating a dim light that lit up the stairs itself. "Follow me"
Jenny: That's because Ceaser's a cult of personality. He's become like a god to the legion so much that taking him down would cripple the morale of the legion's army. Will: Yeah yeah, is there an armory at the end of this dark staircase?
"That's because the moment he dies, it's going to cause the inevitable. The Legion is likely going to take the Dam in his honor, but that's it." Damien replied. "You can't have a death cult when your cult leader is dead, can't you?" Eventually, the group soon found themselves surrounded by darkness. Soon, lights began to flicker to life as it revealed something breathtaking. To call what was being presented to them as an armory was an understatement, the room they found themselves inside was absolutely enormous and contained rows upon rows of weaponry orderly presented to them in fashion. Virtually every weapon that Taylor could possibly dream about was contained inside this room, and she was taken back in shock. Not only was weaponry presented, but entire wardrobes of armor dating back to the Civil War over four hundred years ago to the T-51b power armor, even a set of Enclave Armour was spotted which Damien could have included at some point. Not even pre-war military bases were this equipped. It still maintained a theme of pre-war luxury as well, with old and new paintings hung up across the room and even playing classical music. The centerpiece of the room was a suit of riot gear with a duster as black as night, yet highly decorated in emblems. Underneath was a highly modified Brush Gun with a scope that was sitting in a case. Including a bird holding an arrow between it's talons. Damien smiled as the lights came on, this was the mother of all armories. He wasn't lying when he said that he outperformed the Gun Runners.
Will: wow! This'd make the entire brotherhood of steel green with envy! Abbey: it's massive! Almost amazing! Jenny: eh, I've seen better. (I'm going to make a rough assumption that the armory's so far underground that they'll only faintly hear my new set of characters chucking EMP grenades at the turrets outside. And by faint I mean very faint)
(It's pretty far down, maybe around a couple stories.) While the rest of the group looked at the armoury in awe, Damien looked at the security terminal outside and noticed that his turrets were being systematically shut down one by one. They were being disabled, but not destroyed. This immediately sent alarm bells through Damien's head, who took his Sequoia from his waist. "Christmas can wait for a while, we are under attack" Damien said before twirling the revolver in his fingers and rushing upstairs, turning off the lights upstairs in the process and getting the jump on the intruders. After all stealth was his specialty, and trying to find Damien sometimes was like finding a needle in a haystack the size of France (Should post some battle music if one is about to happen in the next post)
Meanwhile outside the base a pair of individuals were trying to take down the turrets with EMP grenades. They'd rather innocently thought that the turrets were being fired at them as part of the defense system of some kind of pre-war army bunker. One was wearing full elite riot gear and the other seemed to be wearing some kind of tribal armor.
Damien got into position and surveyed the group below, using all of the cover at his disposal to hide within the darkness. One was in full Riot Gear, very much like his own, while the other one word barely anything at all. They tried to disarm the turrets, but they all seemed to be struggling. He just watched the entire ordeal take place from above. When he needed to strike when needed, he would do so in a devastating manner
(hey crim, what kind of outfit should I go for if I wanted to make a character look like a cowboy?) (???1): These turrets are taking an awful lotta punishment (fires at the turrets with a riot shotgun w/ pulse slugs) (???2): there only seems to be a few left. (throws EMP) hope there's good loot here (???1): I'm also hoping that we aren't p***in' someone off. They finish off the last of the turrets and head on up to the entrance to Damien's humble abode (???1): (notices Damien and the others) uhm... Hi there.
Damien leapt from the rocks and appeared right behind the attacking group. His Sequoia was in his right hand and aiming at the intruders. He wasn't happy "Yeah, you are ******* someone off. And trespassing, so I'm not as forgiving." Damien twirled the revolver in his hand to intimidate the other men. "Before we start getting into any disagreements that would force me to do something you won't like, just what are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here? This is my home and I've lived here for five years. The real question why you decided to trespass on my property and disable my turrets" Damien piped back. "And I want a damn good answer as well. If I tell that your lying, then you'll be dealt with. You attack me, then we've got ourselves a couple of dead bodies. I hope that it doesn't come to that however" (You could add a duster and your traditional cowboy hat. Damien wears a black Ulysses duster as an example.)
(???1): honestly. We thought it was some kinda pre war army bunker or something seeing as how there's enough firepower out here to make the enclave jealous. (???2): We thought good loot may lay here. But it turns out here is where someone lives ^_^
"You're right" Damien lowered his Sequoia replied slowly, not mentioning the armory that he house has underneath. "Somebody does live here, and that's me. I'm Damien Winters, 20 year veteran of the defunct MOCKINGBIRD squadron of the NCR Rangers. There is nothing valuable here for you guys to steal"
(???1): good thing we were only here to take things then. (???2): man like you must make lot of enemies to have this many guns outside. (???1): typical NCR
