[u]Capital Wasteland[/u] [i]Theron sighed as he grabbed his stuff from his bag and sat down taking a small drink of what little water he had and activates his Pip-Boy trying to find a good station then hears it[/i] "HELLO CHILDREN!" [i]He smiled at the tone as he immediately recognized who it was then started walking east listening to the news and humming whatever music came one[/i] (Open)

[u]Main Story Chapter 1: Stongholds and Dominions[/u] [u]Location: The Commonwealth[/u] [b]After the events with the sole survivor of Vault 111, the Brotherhood of Steel have advanced to it's fullest potential. The Prydwen hovers above the Commonwealth. Clamping from the foot soldiers are heard as they march through the storm-filled conditions. Mud splashes across among the power armor's might as rain drips down forward the helmet's visor. Armed with the best of the best for wasteland standards. Paladin Jackson walks along side one of their Sentinel, James Gonzalez. [/b] "Sir, what now?" "We find the Institute, no matter the costs." "Yes, sir." [b]A group of raiders are prowling about among the alley ways as they emerge, they are ripped apart by the weapons the Brotherhood have current possession of. Two Vertibirds soar trough the air, bearing the Brotherhood's insignia. People from about the areas have reported sightings of Enclave Remnants presence. The Brotherhood found it bogus that there are such sightings. [/b] "Enclave are here, well that's impossible." [b]Three other vertibirds come about, but are not affiliated with the Brotherhood nor the Gunners. These vertibirds attack the Brotherhood vertbirds as the two go down, they hit a nearby complex, they then engulf in flames. [/b] "What..?" "Impossible." [b]The three vertibirds then take off. Sentinel Gonzalez now furious turns to the others.[/b] "Pursue them!" [b]Him and ten troops start sprinting down the empty streets of Lexington.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[u]"Remnants rebuilding": Enclave Remnants Possible recruitment chance [/u] [b]In the Commonwealth, reports of the Enclave Remnants' presence have been popping up all over. The click of a .44 Magnum's hammer goes off. Issac Montgomery and his units emerge from Vault 81, blood splashed across their worn power armor. He holsters the magnum as he looks up at the sky, seeing the Brotherhood of Steel's Prydwen. [/b] [u]"When. The. F*ck. Did they get that...?"[/u] "They're formidable, if there's one thing their good at, it's evolving." [u]*Sigh* "I guess."[/u] "At least we got the supplies needed for repairs and such." [b]The heavy armor weighs them down, making a single step thunderous. Having little knowledge of the Commonwealth, they have yet to expect all of the dangers... [/b] [u]Recruitment Chance: Low[/u] [spoiler]Open if want to try out.[/spoiler]

[b][i]Oh, I'm the Type of Guy...[/i][/b] [i]Commonwealth, outside of Concord. [/i] *Daniel was on the move again. Out of all the places he had been in the Commonwealth, he hasn't visited Sanctuary. He decided he should visit that place before he meets up with the Brotherhood in Cambridge, so he took off towards the north.* [spoiler]Open. Come and meet Daniel.[/spoiler]

[b][i]Rage against the machine[/i][/b] "I DON'T HAVE YOUR CAPS!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" [b][i]A man screamed as he ran as fast as he could, weaving through the destroyed cars on the collapsing highway, before running straight into a massive Radroach, the Roach jumped up and clamped down on the man's arm, enveloping his entire arm. [/i][/b] "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" [b][i]He slammed the Roach onto multiple different cars, trying to desperately shake it off before he were to lose his arm, before a shot ringed out, and the head of the Roach exploded. It slumped off his arm and down onto the road, the man breathed a sigh of relief, before realizing the bullet that killed the Roach had gone into his arm. [b][i]He yelled in pain at the searing burning sensation in the hole in his arm, before the pain immediately nulled when he saw who fired the shot. He looked to his right, seeing the Courier he had promised to pay for his delivery of a letter to his family across the Wasteland approached.[/i][/b][/i][/b] "Come on man...I told you...I don't..-" [b][i]He was cut off.[/i][/b] [i]"You told me you were gonna pay me for that delivery, Evan.[/i] [b][i]The man had a deep voice, and could only be seen in the darkness of night by the glowing red eyes his gas mask possessed.[/i][/b] "I'll get the money...I promise...just give me ti-" [b][i]He was cut off again.[/i][/b] [i]"You had time, and I had patience, both are gone. Now you're gonna tell me where my caps are, or maybe I need to pay a visit to hat lovely family again.[/i] "Please...please...don't hurt them...don't..." [b][i]He was cut off again by a bullet being shot into his knee.[/i][/b] [b][i]He yelled in pain, and his eyes started glazing over, he was about to pass out from pain and exhaustion. He felt the Courier bend down over him, patting down his pants looking for his payment, before coming across the bag of 300 caps he had promised the Courier, and a picture of his family.[/i][/b] "Please...that's for my friend...he's very sick.." [i]"Do I look like I give a shit? I was promised payment, and you withheld, even though you had the money. You scumbags make me sick, and I guess that family does need a visit, I'll make sure to let them know it was their father that caused this before I put a bullet in each of their chests."[/i] [b][i]The man panicked upon hearing that.[/i][/b] "NO! PLEASE! I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING! WHAT DO Y-" [b][i]A second shot ringed out, this one going in his head, killing the man instantly.[/i][/b] [i]"I've gotten what I wanted." "Let's see if that family will appreciate your gift..[/i] [b][i]The Courier stepped away from the man's corpse and into the darkness, heading to the home of the family.[/i][/b] [i]Scumbags, if they want war, they're getting a war." "And War...War never changes."[/i] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[u]NCR Chapter one "Standing My Ground":[/u] [u]Location: Hoover Dam, Nevada[/u] [b]General Lee Oliver continues leading on the New California Republic even twelve years after the Battle for Hoover Dam. Heavy infantry forces guard the Hoover Dam to keep it from their enemies. NCR veteran rangers are now the bulk of the Hoover Dam's guard. A Ranger in the name of Captain Jacob Custer walks up to Gen. Oliver to speak. [/b] "Sir, any sight of the Legion or... Brotherhood?" "None, Captain. Why do you ask?" "Well, there's been reports of the Brotherhood in the Mojave, Commonwealth and the Barren City." "We need those power armor troopers." "Yes sir." [b]Rangers of any type check on caravans and wanderers to make sure there certified to pass through the dam. Never the less, the NCR are now always on the lookout for anything suspicious. Outside of the Hoover Dam seems to be much bigger. The Enclave Remnants are beginning to recruit others to the Enclave cause. Vertibirds start launching up in the air bearing the Enclave insignia, their name shall be heard once more. A traveler, a wanderer, factionless but still capable of handling certain tasks on his own. The Traveler walks up to the dam with only leather armor and a cowboy repeater, a Veteran Ranger spots the Wanderer. [/b] "You there! We need to check for certification!" "For what sir?" "Diseases, Radiation, if your apart factions we disapprove of." "Go ahead." "I'm going to ask for your name and it is?" "Clyde Harrison, sir." "Alright then." [b]The Ranger checks on Clyde, moments later the Ranger gives his results.[/b] "You are free of disease, radiation and are factionless. Move along, Clyde." [b]The Ranger sidesteps, letting Clyde into the dam. NCR soldiers eye Clyde as he passes through the dam.[/b] [spoiler]Open and this is a chance to meet my character Clyde Harrison.[/spoiler]

In the Suburbs of Chicago, in the Region, Matthew emerges from Vault 54, a combat rifle in hand. Matthew covers his eyes as he exits the Vault as he is blinded by the sun. [i]I guess it's time to move out.[/i] Matthew starts walking Northwest toward Chicago. [i]Maybe I can find something there...[/i]

[b]On the Road Again[/b] "On the road again.." [i]The radio plays as I walk in my power armor, setting a course for Chicago. I had made up my mind. The Midwestern Brotherhood would be my destination. [/i] "Going places that we have never been..." [i]I had been walking for the past 3 days. I was nearing the city now. I saw the light of the buildings shining over the horizon, and saw a few vertibirds marked with the monotone blue emblem that marked the Midwestern Brotherhood. [/i] "Seeing sights that we may never see again...." [i]I finally see the gates. A sense of relief washes over me like a tidal wave, as I pick up the pace, breaking into a jog. [/i] "Oh, I just can't wait to get back in the road again..." [i]The songs ends as I reach the gates I wait to see if anyone would try to bar my entrance to the city. [/i]

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[u]"Preserving for Future Use" [/u] [u]Eastern Brotherhood of Steel: Recruitment chance[/u] [u]Location: The Commonwealth[/u] [b]A Squadron of Brotherhood of Steel members patrol the Commonwealth. This Squad is lead by Paladin Jackson as they where sent to reach a distress signal. They where ambushed by two deathclaw mutants. They try to hold them off best as possible, they send a distress signal of there own. A lone traveler, you receives it. Now it's your turn to decide.[/b] Recruitment chance: Medium [spoiler]This is a chance to get recruited to the eastern BoS, hop in for your chance! [/spoiler]

[b][i]Rich Man, Poor Man, Beggar Man, Thief[/i][/b] [b]New Vegas, Mojave Wasteland[/b] [i]The Courier stood on the Lucky 38's balcony, overlooking the city before him, the city he had conquered nearly nine years ago. The fighting at Hoover Dam had been vicious, but he had taught the NCR not to rattle his cage. Hundreds of their men fell to him, Rangers, marksmen, regular troopers, even Kimball hadn't survived. The Legion fared no better, loosing both Caesar and the Legate. He butchered them like the dogs they were, freed their slaves, and sent them running. The Legion were a disease to him, one curable only through death. His travels around the wastes took him all across America, from Boston to DC, and even Chicago, but in the end, he ended up settling right back down into the city he had conquered. He made himself governor, and managed to recruit a power group of mercenaries from all over the Mojave to support his power and protect the city. Desert Foxes, they called themselves. Fast, brutal, not to be trifled with, but they were hiring. The Courier sat thinking about his plans for the city's protection, and his mind wandered back to his life and exploits. The armor he wore, T-60E, was taken from a Brotherhood of Steel Paladin, his Enclave X-01 MKVII helmet salvaged from a trading post he massacred. His shoulder-mounted machine gun, an M2HB he had stolen from the Boneyard. Both of his magnums and his shotgun were trophies from NCR Rangers. The MG3 he carried, was a weapon he found in DC on an old military freighter, from some place called Germany. The cloak he wore, came from a man who tried to break him. That man wore the flag of the Ild World, and after earning that flag with blood, the Courier pulled it from the man's corpse. Courier Six's name was known and rightfully feared across the wasteland for things like this. His name was Alex Wilson.[/i]

[b]Sell The Ashes[/b] [i]I sit in my tent, cleaning the barrel of my Hunting Rifle. It wasn't much longer before I finished, and then I put the rifle on my bed, pulling my combat knife out of my boot, I pull a new clean paper towel out and wipe the blade, getting the blood from the Raider's throat off the Serrated edge. I don't even know why raiders call themselves human, they don't have the basic sense of what is right and what is wrong to earn that title. Humanity wasn't a joke, you don't -blam!- with us, because we're brutal. It's an all out war, is what this nation's like. A war fought on multiple front by multiple groups. War, war never Changes. The players change, the tools change, and the setting changes. But the basic fundamentality of war? The core of it? It doesn't change because humans are creatures of instinct. We resort to what we know when faced with adverse situations. So here I sit, left with the -blam!- up of some assholes with nukes 2 centuries ago. [/i]