New Reno: The Biggest Little City in the Wasteland!

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Re: New Reno: The Biggest Little City in the Wasteland!

Post by Galeem » Mon Feb 11, 2019 3:14 am

Bigfoun wrote:
Mon Feb 11, 2019 2:10 am
Spike gave his fellow associate, Henry Lancaster, a quick nod as he observed the situation. He had the intent of watching this play out till the very end. ”This ought to be good, friend.”

Soon enough, a woman would enter the bar. She looked like nothing more than your run-of-the-mill waster with a pretty face. Spike would shift his gaze towards her, the welder’s mask shielding his face, before signaling her over to his table by patting the chair beside him.

”I suggest you sit down, miss. You’ll want to see what’s about to happen next.”
A silent sigh escaped Galeem's lips and she temporarily raised her hands up in defeat "Alright fine, whatever" she walked towards the seat Spike patted and sat at said seat, she pouted before turning on the screen of her Pipboy to check the time then turned off the screen again once she saw it. Then she saw what happened next, she raised her eyebrows with mild surprise but lowered them with boredom as soon as someone was killed in public "well I don't see how that's something I would want to see" she shot a glance of complete disinterest towards Spike "is there anything else to this or is this just going to be consisting of mindless savages engaging in their murder fetishes?"

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Re: Negotiations and Interrogations at the Salvatore Checkpoint.

Post by RebelScum » Mon Feb 11, 2019 3:48 am

Weezer wrote:
Sun Feb 10, 2019 9:56 pm
RebelScum wrote:
Sun Feb 10, 2019 9:46 pm
Weezer wrote:
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"Boy, I sure do hope people are enjoying their shoe jerky..." Ryan went through his papers, quickly sorting through the chafe of the relief station. There had been the usual bribery and missing supplies, of course. He could tell, the numbers just didn't add up. Luckily he had some personnel he could count on to root this out. He'd have to speak to the Major about all this for sure.

MEANWHILE...

PVT Sensible and PVT McUltra were flanking the double doors to the former casino, with PFC Malone at the desk. In walked in a stranger in a radiation suit, with a Radhog, and a laser rifle slung across his back. Can't forget the eyebot. Yep, this one matched the description of the new arrival exactly. Sensible and McUltra raised their service rifles, and Malone cleared his throat. "Welcome to the Salvatore Relief Station. You should know Grade-2 fauna are to be kept stabled outside the relief station, and you are not allowed to openly carry weapons." He steeples his fingers. "So either you killed the guards, or you thought you could get past all of us. The suit isn't exactly inconspicuous. So. Explain your business here, stranger."

MEANWHILE...

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"Sir, a stranger matching the exact description of the newcomer showed up here, armed."
"Get me the asses of whoever let that jackass inside. Advise all personnel to be ready for trouble. And find me the Major!"
Anthony contemplates this before taking off the laser rifle off his back. All the caps in the briefcase were useless anyways, courtesy of Fort Hood's many stores of Nuka-Cola. The whole ordeal was merely to laugh in the face of the NCR's corruption and point out the flaws in their system. Anthony admires how they base themselves off constitutional values, however they should stop pretending to be something they're not. Mere mockery at the U.S government will get them nowhere, and Anthony knew the only true way to have an incorruptible government is with machines. It might sound hypocritical at first, but it's just like President Eden said. In times of emergency, the presidency is turned to a dictatorship until America is restored. Then, and only then will elections be held again.

"Eh, take it. Not like I need it anymore, now that I'm here. However, Paul Revere stays with me. I swear he wouldn't hurt a fly Also you might want to fire those two guards at the checkpoint, really bad at their jobs if you ask me."

Anthony says before petting the creature. Paul Revere licks his hood affectionately in response.

"Oh, and by the way, have you seen a woman by the name of Lisa Connor? I really need to speak with her."
"I'll repeat myself only one more time. Tie the hog to the hitch outside, or leave. We do not make exceptions." Malone wondered what was going on behind that hood. But based on the tone of voice and his speech, this was another walk-the-wasteland prick who thought they were oh-so-superior to everyone else. Typical. "We do not disclose aide volunteer information."

MEANWHILE...

Two gate guards were getting a long vacation, with complimentary hard labor in the near future. The briefcase of caps should ensure the relief station could take in far more refugees, so at least something was gained from this.
"Please, my friend here is the only part- Anthony begins to say before getting cut off by the eyebot.

"Jus' tie the fuckin' thing up already. We have a job to do mate." Grant's voice crackled through the eyebot's speaker. The eyebot gave an affirmative beep to the gesture, and Anthony had to surrender to the criticism coming from both sides. Paul was the only surviving friend he had in these depressing times, and the only reminder of the fate that had been bestowed to George and Billy. Thankfully it was them that he first met that gave him such an 'optimistic' view on the wasteland. There were some truly altruistic and good-hearted folk out there, it was just hard to find them beneath the ashes. The NCR were not those people, but the faster he cooperates the faster he would get to Lisa Connor, Besides, the troopers already accidentally slipped up some information about the target. Anthony never mentioned that she worked here, however these two morons had already slipped up by saying "Aide volunteer" which meant he was at the right spot. It was only a matter of time before he found her, and the locals clearly didn't realize they had pointed to her location easily enough."

"Alright, fine. Just take care of him, will ya? I don't want to come back to see my friend had a bad time at your hands."

Anthony gave one of the troopers the rope connecting to Paul Revere. It wasn't time to argue, it was time to act.

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The Shadows Live

Post by JohnVargas » Mon Feb 11, 2019 5:38 am

Galeem wrote:
Mon Feb 11, 2019 3:14 am
Bigfoun wrote:
Mon Feb 11, 2019 2:10 am
Spike gave his fellow associate, Henry Lancaster, a quick nod as he observed the situation. He had the intent of watching this play out till the very end. ”This ought to be good, friend.”

Soon enough, a woman would enter the bar. She looked like nothing more than your run-of-the-mill waster with a pretty face. Spike would shift his gaze towards her, the welder’s mask shielding his face, before signaling her over to his table by patting the chair beside him.

”I suggest you sit down, miss. You’ll want to see what’s about to happen next.”
A silent sigh escaped Galeem's lips and she temporarily raised her hands up in defeat "Alright fine, whatever" she walked towards the seat Spike patted and sat at said seat, she pouted before turning on the screen of her Pipboy to check the time then turned off the screen again once she saw it. Then she saw what happened next, she raised her eyebrows with mild surprise but lowered them with boredom as soon as someone was killed in public "well I don't see how that's something I would want to see" she shot a glance of complete disinterest towards Spike "is there anything else to this or is this just going to be consisting of mindless savages engaging in their murder fetishes?"
The Shadows Stare On
Scrapion turns towards the pair talking after he finished. He stares at the Pipboy, Spike, and Galeem. Under his hood, cowl, and face wraps, his eyes glint with a fierce cunning and confidence, and almost a disdain for everything. He seems to be sizing them up, squinting at her next words. He? A mindless savage? Then he thought more on it. Best seem that way. If the NCR lay hand on the town, it would be better off for him to be a footnote or less, as a cutthroat rather than a prior member of the Frumentarii. But the arrogance in Scrapion shined. And then dimmed. He wanted to say something, and did... but only as he passed the two to leave, laying a hand on the door before saying to the man and woman...
"You didn't want to see that. Better pretend you hadn't. Mindful violence is better than mindless violence..."
With this, Attikos pushes open the door to leave.

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Re: Help Wanted?

Post by Lit » Tue Feb 12, 2019 1:33 am

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"Oh, its a new movement friend. Real change coming to Reno." And now its the strangers turn to slide something across the counter, his own pamphlet it appears. "We're about community contribution, protecting each other. Its the little guy standing up and saying, I've had enough of the Big Families stepping down on us. The Republic's shown up, they're giving us jobs, protecting small businesses, patrolling the streets... and that gives little guys like you and me the opportunity to take back our city."
Cecil pause with the salad he was making momentarily to glance over at the other man. Was he joking? This sounded far too good to be true, especially to a small time business owner. "Oh?"

Turning back to the salad, he mulled the thought of such a party existing. When finally he finished with the salad and placed it in front of the customer, he asked, "Where do I sign up?"
The scruffy man placed some NCR dollars on the counter. Not grimy and crumpled like most seen east of the NCR though. These bills were fresh, crisp, and clean. The material felt nice and sturdy, not worn thin like the damaged bills. "Well, there's a few locations. The Salvatore Relief Station's our prime headquarters, but the place is pretty crowded since... last week? We hold meetings in the old movie theater, its our union hall now. Proper name though, is the Garden Hall. And the community garden's probably got the means to add you to the membership books. I can lead you to any of them if you need directions." He taps the pamphlet. "Everything you need to know is in here. Until the army can afford a trooper here, we'll watch you. Stick together."
Usually Cecil didn't take NCR dollars, but this.... This was different. He picked up the pamphlet and looked over it, nodding. He was now becoming excited, hope swelling inside of him. "Ok!" he chirped, scooping the money up as well as the paper. "Say, it's awful nice to me meet you Mr.... Uh.... Erm, pardon me but what is your name?"

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Re: Help Wanted?

Post by Weezer » Tue Feb 12, 2019 2:19 am

Lit wrote:
Tue Feb 12, 2019 1:33 am
Weezer wrote:
Sun Feb 10, 2019 9:15 pm
Lit wrote:
Sun Feb 10, 2019 8:57 pm


Cecil pause with the salad he was making momentarily to glance over at the other man. Was he joking? This sounded far too good to be true, especially to a small time business owner. "Oh?"

Turning back to the salad, he mulled the thought of such a party existing. When finally he finished with the salad and placed it in front of the customer, he asked, "Where do I sign up?"
The scruffy man placed some NCR dollars on the counter. Not grimy and crumpled like most seen east of the NCR though. These bills were fresh, crisp, and clean. The material felt nice and sturdy, not worn thin like the damaged bills. "Well, there's a few locations. The Salvatore Relief Station's our prime headquarters, but the place is pretty crowded since... last week? We hold meetings in the old movie theater, its our union hall now. Proper name though, is Wellington Hall. And the memorial center's probably got the means to add you to the membership books. I can lead you to any of them if you need directions." He taps the pamphlet. "Everything you need to know is in here. Until the army can afford a trooper here, we'll watch you. Stick together."
Usually Cecil didn't take NCR dollars, but this.... This was different. He picked up the pamphlet and looked over it, nodding. He was now becoming excited, hope swelling inside of him. "Ok!" he chirped, scooping the money up as well as the paper. "Say, it's awful nice to me meet you Mr.... Uh.... Erm, pardon me but what is your name?"
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"Oh, folks call me Scotchmo. I've been a legend among the hobos and liquor traders in this town for a long while. But that's all in the past, now." The scruffy but clean man had a true genial nature about himself. "You're real excited friend, I can see it in your eyes. All those places should still be open tonight. They're all 24/7 establishments, so if you'd like help signing up, I can take you over. Not too safe to walk the streets alone just yet... not till we get you signed up, no no." The old man shakes his head.

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