(Ok, It would take me a while to write but I'll post it eventually. Also, I found something that you would love. It's an alternate history document about the Roman Empire, but it's extremely in depth and quite frankly the best document of it's kind that I've ever seen! http://althistory.wikia.com/wiki/Roman_Empire_(Superpowers)) Not long after the final battle between the father and the son, Damien temporarily took the body of Aaron Winters back into California and upon given permission to travel via Vertibird, was taken to Damien’s hometown of New Arroyo deep inside what was formerly Oregon. A private funeral was undertaken in honour to celebrate the life of a patriot, who took control of their enemy with the hope of destroying it. Among those invited was the newest chief of the Rangers, Damien’s former MOCKINGBIRD comrade Ashley, who originally survived the massacre at Camp Golf and taken to a re-education camp, but escaped and fought her way back to the Mojave and eventually arrived home in California. Other important individuals who were invited was President Kimball, who would lose the following election in a landslide two weeks later, dozens of senior figures of the NCR, all of the surviving MOCKINGBIRD Rangers that included Roger and Jack and several more guests of honor. Damien was the last to have made a speech, a long yet simplistic tale of what his father had done to turn him into the man he was today and about the legacy of what his father had done. With applause at the end for celebrating the life of Damien’s father, Aaron’s body was later openly cremated in view of the funeral attendants. Not long after the funeral, Damien was handed over a letter that was left behind for him by his father. Curious, Damien began to read. ‘ ‘To my son Damien If you are reading this, then the time has come. I’m dead. I know that since we were little, there was a reason that we never spoke about your mother. From what I told you after you were born, she had left the Republic one morning and never returned. As much as I missed her, a broken heart cannot mend as quickly as physical wounds do. However, I have something to tell you. When you were about fifteen, I’ve heard news from your mother from a reliable source I have back out in the east. Her name was Catherine Bowman, and she lived back in the former American capital of a place called ‘Washington: DC’. I found out this news because she had unfortunately passed away just after childbirth after she married a man named James. From what I know, they had a daughter named Taylor and somehow managed to seek refuge in Vault 101.About four years ago, just when you left into Arizona to avenge the murder of your wife, your....sister, left the vault. I don’t know much since then, but everything was alright in the end. Someday, when you are ready, you might travel to the East to find her. Or...she’ll find you. Regardless if you wish to do this, I’m proud of the man you have become today. You know, I’ve never expected you to achieve what you’ve accomplished today in both academically and physically. You’ll be remembered as a hero someday.... I love you son.... -Dad Damien returned to Vegas almost a week after the funeral and spent time with Orchid and Snow, and actually married Orchid several months after the final battle for Vegas. While both being of different races, Orchid and Damien were unable to produce a child normally. Fortunately for Orchid, through the use of complex magic spells, she was able to have children with Damien and would later give birth to four colts and mares during her lifetime. Damien, knowing that the human bloodline of the Winters was over, felt at peace. At some point a few years after the letter, Damien headed east with Orchid and would not return for almost a full year. Damien then spent the remainder of his life looking after his family while also ensuring that Vegas and the Mojave would never fall to invasion ever again. His martial art of ‘Mokara’ was made the official hand-to-hand (or hoof-to-hoof) for Equestrian and Human soldiers of the Mojave, while it had influence across the entirety of Western America, with influence reaching as far as Southern Mexico. Damien remained the grandmaster of the art until he was confined to a wheelchair at old age many decades in the future, the title of grandmaster being passed to one of Damien's students, Cameron Drake Damien was the first to pass away from the world at the ripe old age of 114 on July 26th 2357 in his home in Vegas. Confined to a wheelchair, he spent his final days in the Lucky 38 penthouse of her, with his children, their grandchildren, any surviving close relatives and friends and his very elderly wife who herself was at the age of 102. He was known to have said "I just want to watch the sunset, spend time with my family and friends and see Vegas for a final time," . On his last day, he was wheeled outside one last time, and sat there for about an hour. When she was taken back in to watch the sunset, he looked up with a soft smile on his face and said, "I'm ready to go now." Damien would then pass away peacefully during his sleep, and became a legendary figure upon his passing in the American southwest with a legacy that would influence future generations for centuries to come, one such example being stone statues that were erected in Vegas and New Arroyo. Orchid would then pass away almost three months later after her health declined rapidly from what she described as a ‘broken heart’, and also died in her sleep. The two of them were buried next to each other outside of Vegas. The modified strain poison-joke flower turned Vegas into an economic superpower that surpassed the NCR and Legion economy in every single way. Their economy was blooming, thanks to the modified poison-joke having the ability to grow quickly and actually remove all radiation from the radioactive soil of other communities, especially in the NCR. By the early 25th century, this miracle terraforming flower replaced the GECK and had successfully made over half of North America habitable, fresh and almost at a pre-war state, even the oceans of the world managed to be restored, although the process of completely restoring Earths oceans would take several centuries or even a millennium. Nonetheless, it began to rain again after a few years, desperately giving America the water it's always needed while restoring the environment in the process. The Equestrians, seeing the success of the flower from their world, would try to recreate the Gardens of Equestria project in collaboration with the NCR to restore the environment on a far larger scale. Damien, being the one who discovered the heavily altered poison-joke flower in Freeside on that one dark and awful night in Legion-occupied Vegas was fortunate enough to have it named after him.
Snow, through her decisive leadership and the recognition for being the captain of the ship of New Vegas as it sailed through its darkest, heaviest storm intact, came to be elected President of the State of Mojave. She would oversee the creation of a peaceful constitution and organized the foundation of a mass rebuilding effort. Using Vegas' steadily growing economic might, she sanctioned many infrastructural projects, and unlike House before her, she sent rebuilding efforts far and beyond Vegas. Power from both Hoover Dam and Helios One was sent onto a reconstructed power grid. After electricity was restored to the entire region, water was then restored, followed by the roads then finally buildings themselves. However, the process would go much longer than Snow's presidency, as she resigned after a single term in office, her body exhausted from the constant workload she placed on herself. She would then live out the rest of her life in quiet retirement, never finding love again, nor really wanting to. She would pass away at the age of 313, after 60 years of living in the Mojave. ******* Nathan, inspired by his temporary command of 1st SAP in the Defense of Vegas, would go on and return home to rejoin his old unit. He would eventually come to run the entire SAP division, retiring a general at the age of 65 after wiping the remains of the Brotherhood of Steel from the lands NCR controlled, and was one of the NCR's most respected military figures of all time. After retirement, he only came out in public whenever there were murmurings of trying to retake the Mojave, working to keep the NCR out of the Mojave, knowing the NCR couldn't afford another long, drawn out battle in it. He would pass away at 76... (So...what now?)
(I'll let you decide. I've got important school work, so I won't be able to help with ideas for a couple hours.)
(Alrighty. Well...should we focus on a Non-Fallout RP instead? We've basically done about 20 in a row )
(Alright, uhm...Oh! Maybe...I could play a Gloriian who got lost on Earth, modern day, and you're either yourself or what ever you'ld like to be? Or vice versa?)
(We could go ahead with that. Since you've made the Glorians, know the language and culture and so forth, I'll let you play the character. I'll set my character up soon. What if this ends up as your standard alien scenario, and the US government eventually gets involved.)
(Sure thing) Janii Miiliitarii Naviinius preformed the final checks for a test "bare jump"(jumping without a portal) of Glory's newest spacefighter, the EF-55. The test was just a nice, easy jump to a system only a few light years away, Kriisalflassus, Glory's favorite Celona. Looking over to the light frigate overseeing it and keeping him and the craft safe, he activated his headset, "Alright Command, everything looks good. Commencing jump." "Okay Red Arrow, good luck and have a good flight, you have a green light." "Thank you Command, see you soon." he said before deactivating the comm unit and flipping a few switches and pressing a couple buttons to charge up the jumper. Then, slamming forward the joystick and pressing the jump button, he zoomed off, quickly going into jump space. In the blink of an eye, he was suddenly obviously in a planetary atmosphere as the ride got extremely bumpy. Quickly slowing down, anti-g force system working admirably, he slowed the craft to nothing and put it in it's atmospheric hover mode. After performing a few checks, he noticed he was not where he was supposed to be, and that the jump had fired the jumper system. "Stupid bastard!" he yelled, slamming the dashboard, "Where did you take me??" Growling, he looked at his radar to note he was at about 37,000 Aiirlada(~50,000ft) in the air over an area just outside an area of dense population, "Dammit, by a city. Guess I got to quickly get myself down before someone sees me..." he muttered, uncertain of the species on this planet as his radar system only went out about 30,000 Aiirlada(47,000ft). Putting the craft into a nosedive that he pulled out of and slowed down from extremely quickly. Hovering about 50 ft off the ground, he did a quick sweep to see he was on an abandoned farm property and noticed a barn and a house, which made him pull up his PIC-SALI to write in a quick journal note, Found myself on strange planet, not quite certain which one it is, but it seems habitable to Terreans according to the readings. Gravity is about three fourths of Terrean gravity. I have arrived at what seems to be an abandoned farm and initial looks suggests a humanoid intelligent species, meaning I'm in the Iironus Arm, and inside or near the Prime Area. Encouraging. He then set the craft down behind the barn and hopped out before jogging over to the barn door, opening it up and climbing back into the craft, made easy by the fact he could jump nearly twice as high as he could on Terra. Easing the EF-55 inside and hiding it in there, locking the barn down, he made his way to the house, LEAR-63 at the ready. But thankfully, he found it empty and it appeared to have not been occupied in quite some time. It was virtually devoid of all furnishing but it didn't matter as the EF-55 had a survival kit that included a sleeping bag in it. Turning the house into a sort of base of operations, he began to take in his surroundings. He was in an isolated location, meaning he could easily hide, but he had no idea how or if he could blend into the local populace. But, in his full Gloriian military gear, even the two light drones, he could withstand any small scale attacks made on him, so if he was at risk, he could keep moving. He also had the EF 55 a mere 40 ft away, meaning he could quickly and easily outrun anything thrown at him. As far as he could tell, these people were primitives compared to Terra, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem. All he had to do was wait for the encoded emergency distress drone to find Terra and lead them to a quick rescue.
(I’m going to be playing a ‘younger’ character, which should be interesting since I tend to favour adult characters.) Charlotte Easton wandered across one of the roads that were less traveled. The girl had relatively short auburn hair and stood at a height being around 5'3”. Charlotte had pale green eyes, fair skin with freckles, a scar on her right eyebrow, and a thin stature. She wore a light brown jacket and a pale red shirt underneath with jeans, but had a silver necklace around her neck. Despite her being at such a young age, the thirteen year olds personality is mature beyond her years as a result of what had happened to her in her past. Charlotte walked an endless road that cut across the countryside, crops on either side of her. Her backpack was light, as she preferred to travel in that style and eventually walked past a barn and a small home. She didn’t take interest in it, she would have eventually made it to the town by nightfall. The occasional car went past every hour and a half, but nothing else. The girl headed downwards, just managing to pass the wooden gate of the farm before continuing on her way.
Janii watched silently and hidden from one of the windows as what appeared to be an earth human girl walk by the property, luckily not being too curious. Ducking fully out of sight, he added another entry to his journal, "I have see what appears to be an Earth Human. Female, juvenile. Risk; negligible unless I am spotted and she reports me to the higher authority of the area." He said simply to the journal before going back to watch the girl, not concerned should she make her way to the barn, he made sure it was locked and couldn't be peered into.
Charlotte continued onwards until she came to a sudden stop about a hundred meters from the farm gate, noticing a injured rabbit that got caught in a mess of wire on the side of the road. She continued walking until she bent down and tried to care for the animal, only to find that a second later, something was right behind her as a loud crack of a stick managed to echo in her ears. She turned around quickly as a small gang of local bullies came around the corner, one of them armed with a baseball bat, menacingly came over to Charlotte. "Give us everything you own, and you won't get hurt." The leader of the bullies proclaimed, a bright mess of ginger hair blowing in what remained of a wind. Charlotte backed up as the bullies came closer and closer to her, before taking her trusty switchblade that was tucked away in her pocket and threatening the bullies. "Get away from me!" she yelled. "I'll call the police if you dont!" "Well now, aren't we going to have fun with you. A girl who thinks she can fight back?" The leader spoke before his two friends, who resembled more of a band of thugs rather than local children came before them. One of the kids came at her suddenly and swung at her, in which Charlotte responded by punching him in the chest and stabbing the bully through the hand with her blade. The bully cried out in pain as he collapsed onto the road below. The leader looked stunned before he looked at the girl once more. "Never mind about hurting her, let's kill this feral b***h!" The leader said as Charlotte instantly ran for her life, being chased by the bullies. She jumped the fence and ran into a large cornfield, where she could hopefully hide from her sudden attackers. These weren't bullies, these were psychotic criminals.
Janii watched from the house as the girl was suddenly chased by a groul of other, sliggtly older looking juveniles, whom he could tell were delinquents. However, as much as he could tell that the girl was in serious danger for her life, and as much as his consious wanted to intervene, he didn't as he knew he would have to kill all of them for secret's sake, then he'ld have to abandon tbe farm already in case someone came looking for them...However...He couldnt help but go over to the door of the farmhouse and unlocking it, setting up and ambush there.
Charlotte ran desperately through the fields, taking advantage whenever possible of the environment to hide from the delinquents. Her breathing was heavy, and she couldn't avoid to be caught. She knew well that despite her appearance, these kids could actually kill her. She looked around as one of the bullies ran past her and looked quickly towards the barnhouse, which was abandoned. However, it was an obvious hiding spot and she discounted the idea entirely. "There she is!" said a voice from across the field. Charlotte desperately tried to run, tears coming out of her eyes as she went out into the open on the driveway, where her attackers suddenly rushed after her. She was terrified, she could actually die or face a meet a particularly bad fate upon getting caught. Her legs were on fire as she began to cough uncontrollably. She slowed down, but continued to run. Eventually, she ran past the barn-door
Janii bit his lip as he saw the deliquents chasing the girl starting to catch up with the obvious intent on killing her. One had a weapom that looked similar to a biliiriis bat, but the rest appeared unarmed. He growled lowly to himself, his conscious not allowing him to stand idly by. Putting his hun on stun, he opened the door slightly, and with the help of his visor's Active Targeting Assistance, he quicklg fired off several bolts at the bullies, causing them to drop unconsious before they even knew what happened, and then he silently closed the farmhouse door again.
Charlotte continued to run for another hundred meters before dropping to her knees, falling to the ground violently as her legs suddenly gave way. When she turned around, she found that the ones chasing her had suddenly collapsed unconscious as well. She was confused but also tired as she dragged her body to the steps of the farmhouse, then falling unconscious herself from total exhaustion.
