Alright, let's get this show on the road. Harland, one of our handsome protagonists, has recently left the REPCONN test facility, having escaped the clutches of the murderous Nightkin, with... a little help from an outside source, and is now wandering the wastes. Being a ghoul, Harland has been around a while, and knows how to handle himself; he can shoot, scavenge, lay traps and fix things with the best of them; but on the flip-side, some folk won't touch him with a ten foot pole. Bigotry is alive and well in the wasteland. At present, Harland is propping up the bar at the Big Horn Saloon in Boulder City, it's owner tolerating his presence on account of there being no other customers to scare off...
... that was until a crew of 4 people burst in through the entrance, exited after they just came back from a long adventure in the wastes. This motley crew consisted of a guy in T-45d power armor wielding a heavily modified CZ53 minigun, a blonde haired woman wearing a merc veteran outfit, sunglasses, her hair in a wendy the welder style and with a scoped hunting rifle on her back, a middle aged guy wearing a sheriff's duster, hat and holding a .357 cowboy repeater in his arms and a stunning black haired seductress wearing a merc charmer outfit and with a huge scoped gauss rifle on her back.
Harland stayed quiet as the group made there way into the Saloon; he hadn't lived this long by looking for trouble, especially not at these odds. "Welcome to the Big Horn!" The bartender announced, looking at the group. "Take a seat! Can I get you anything? Food? Drink?"
While the others sat down at a table blonde haired woman went up to the bar... Jenny: heya Ike. I'll take 6 nuka-colas, a crate of whiskey, a bag of maize, some detergent, several boxes of sugar bombs, some crisps aaaannnndddd some water please. c:
Ike beamed like it was Christmas come early. "Sure thing!" He said, before disappearing into the back room to put the order together. "That's a hell of a shopping list," Harland rasped, looking up from his drink. "You celebrating or something?"
"Supplies?" Harland said, watching Ike hand over the crate of whiskey. "Fair enough." He looked over at the rest of the group. "You guys mercenaries?"
The guy in the power armor looked over. Will: Not necessarily. Abbey's the only one who's a mer- Abbey: Assassin. Will. I'm an assassin. Will: Alright then, assassin.
Abbey didn't say anything, she'd heard it all before and sadly for her those who said it were right. The wasteland didn't have need of assassins taking out one or two people, if you wanted a group putting down you need a group of mercs to do it.
"So the rest of you then; if you're not mercenaries, or assassins; what exactly do you call yourselves? You sure aren't NCR, and seeing as how I'm still breathing, I'm gonna assume you're not raiders..."
Will: we're drifters. We just go from place to place either looking for adventure or helping people out.
Harland nodded, and studied their gear a little more closely. "You must be pretty good at it; you're better equipped than most of the soldiers around here."
Will: Hehe well there's that and we know a few people who can get you this kinda stuff but I'm not at liberty to discuss that.
"Fair enough," Harland rasped. "Don't suppose you guys could use another gun could you? I'm sort of between groups right now..."
"Tag along?" Harland growled, "I was offering my services; do you realise how many decades of experience I have? How much of an asset I could be to your group? I mean I- ah, who'm I kidding, unless you need schooling in desert survival, I'm the same as the next wasteland wanderer." He sighed. " Thanks for the offer. So where are you headed?"
Jenny: we're good for desert survival too but hey, the more the merrier. Anyways we're headed to a viper encampment just south of Novac to do some shopping. Ike: that'll be 500 caps please Jenny: will these cover it? (puts a huge sack of looted viper weapons on the bar) Ike: holy moly...
"Novac? Great." Harland sighed. "Ever feel like you're going in circles?" He had just come from Novac on his way to Vegas, and now it seemed he'd be going back.
