The Caravan Drive

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The Caravan Drive

Post by Bigfoun » Mon Feb 18, 2019 10:34 pm

Image The caravan life is that of constant danger. Using brahmins to carry their supplies, there are many dangers that would love nothing more than to hijack said supplies from themselves. For that reason, these caravaneers seek out hired guns to protect their investments. In what has become common practice around the wasteland, caravan drives prove to be highly important in regards to trade and survival.


Primm, Nevada

Recovering from a nasty convict breakout weeks ago, the town of Primm is quiet for the most part...except for today. Distant rambling and shouting are heard at the edge of the small town. Was it another riot? Were the Legion finally ready to storm through the lowly town? Well, neither of those seemed to be the case. The Walker Caravan Corporation was in town, making what seemed to be a generous proposition.

”Lookin’ for work? The stinkin’ new Walker Caravan Corp. is lookin’ for some muscle to come and help me get these ‘ere supplies to Nipton!” A short, old man stood on top of a box with two pack-brahmin behind him. The old man was none-other than Jeremiah Walker. With dreams of starting up a caravan business to rival the likes of even the infamous Crimson Caravan Company, Mr. Walker was shooting for the stars. Although, he couldn’t do it alone. He was but a lone elderly man with two brahmin to his name.

”Two-hundred caps! Hell, it’s easy money!” The elderly caravaneer would state his price as he continued his little speech. ”We’ll be providin’ food as well!”

A crowd of sorts had gathered around him with some perhaps contemplating the offer. Nipton, wasn’t all too far which meant the likelihood of trouble was even lower. Two-hundred camps was a generous offer. But, was it too good to be true? If one were to take this job, they'd better be trained in the art of combat. The threat of a raid at the hands of opportunistic raiders would never truly be erased.


Greetings! This will be a caravan drive event that will center around a journey to Nipton with the intent to deliver goods. Unlike New Reno, this will be more of a streamlined RP with a clear goal. This is not to say that there is no freedom. The majority of the plot will be decided by different actions and dialogue as done by the players. There are a few rules, of course.

1. Follow all basic Sandbox and RPF rules.
2. Only one character per player for this event.
3. No griefing. If you want to be an antag, let me know in advance and maybe we could figure something out to spice things up.
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Re: The Caravan Drive

Post by Gecko » Tue Feb 19, 2019 7:24 pm

Paul Jefferson was sitting on the dusty ground outside of the Bison Steve Hotel, minding his own damn business when Mr. Jeremiah Walker decided to disrupt the day-to-day life of Primm. The old Ghoul narrowed his soft brown eyes in the direction of the commotion, not quite sure as to what was going on exactly from the distance he was at. He reached over to his sniper rifle, which had been leaning against the wall next to his backpack in solidarity, and used the scope to look at what was going on. The man didn't quite feel like getting up for something that might not have been important.

Through the lens of the scope, Paul saw Mr. Walker leading a brahmin and declaring something. People began wandering out to see what caused the ruckus. From what Paul could hear, the man was paying two hundred caps to join him. Two hundred? He's giving up a lot of caps for such an easy job. He lowered the rifle, setting it down on the ground beside him. A large puff of smoke escaped his mouth as he pulled out the cigarette hanging from his withered lips. The dog resting silently beside him, a sturdy young hound, lifted his head. His blood-red collar hung loosely from his neck as he turned to face his master, who responded with a pat on the head.

"Hold up, Hank," Paul murmured. "This might actually be worth it. We don't have many caps."

He contemplated the choice further. So far, it didn't look like many other people were up for the task. And two-fuckin'-hundred caps. It was too good to pass up in his situation. A smirk appeared on Paul's face. He pushed himself onto his feet, brushing off some of the dust from his pants. Hank got up at the same time with a small bark, his tail wagging in anticipation of their next adventure. Paul leaned over and lifted up his backpack, slinging the straps over his shoulders and then picking up his rifle.

"C'mon, pup. Let's go."

Paul walked over to Mr. Walker with another puff of smoke escaping his mouth, popping the cancer stick in between his yellowed teeth once more. "Name's Paul," he told the man. "I'm up for the job. Only on one condition, though: you give me half now so that I know this ain't just talk." He crossed his muscled arms over his chest, glancing to Hank. The dog had taken to sniffing the brahmin with his tail still wagging crazily.
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Re: The Caravan Drive

Post by balloonrouge » Wed Feb 20, 2019 12:35 am

clinker was just getting ready to enter the small town of prim when he saw some commotion going on and he walked up to hear a man talking about a caravan gaurd and 200 caps that was a steal for such a simple job he walked over to him only for a bunch of gaurds to aim their guns at him and start firing like they just saw a swarm of cazadors wearing sombreros.

"woah fellas hold your fire im not feral i just have a glowing complextion am i right" clinker said slightly worried "wait i didnt know that glowing ghouls could be found not feral "said some of the crowd "well you found me in all my glowing glory" clinker turns to mr walker and says that hell help escort the caravan but he expects to be paid. I would give you a handshake but you probably dont want radiation burns itll be nice to get somthin to eat ive had nothig but radiation for a week now trust me you start to miss food after that long

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Post by Swag Cat » Wed Feb 20, 2019 1:56 am

Cia was temporarily suspended from Military operations long ago. She was dispatched to a remote town of Primm. The army personnel made the story that Cia lost her husband and her children in a battle and she had no one to go to. The program regarding the information about her past , her enlisting in the military forces and about wars was locked down in her system. She didn't even have access to that information in her storage memory. Although she was aware she was an android, she never let anyone to know about the real truth about her. So, in this way, she was made a part of the town. Living her life as a waitress in some restaurant, she had a peaceful life. She had a chance to interact with people and their children. These were the main source of her information about humans. From them, she learned about emotions and she always tried to use these emotions to become more human. But everything was not as easy as it sounds.

In the initial days of her life in the town, she had her own set of blunders. For example, saying something completely wrong, dark and evil that could hurt the innocent young minds of the town. Another time, displaying wrong emotions at most of the times. The point that raised more suspicions was when she refused to eat and had no idea how to eat food properly. Although, it was loaded into her data storage many videos about them but she still was very far away from a perfect Android. Moreover, she did not have any idea how to treat her wounds if she received any. There was no data or information about it. She had plenty of information about humans. But those methods never applied to her. There were times when she had cuts and those wounds still appeared on her body since she did not have any means to repair herself. Most of the maintenance jobs were done by the government and her creator. But after she was dispatched to Primm, she had not heard from anyone.

Cia was still a buggy program loaded into an Android body. Her mentality was always dependent on the last maintenance done on her and revision of her major operating system. Last time, the information to help kids and others was prominent in her system. As a result, she always tried to help kids in any way possible. Around time, she befriended with many of the street kids and she made it on herself to take care of them. With whatever she earned and the free food she got, she always tried to feed those kids. But that was not enough. She needed more money but she did not have any idea how to make more. But one fortunate day, there were announcements all over the place about some delivery job.

She walked in the direction of the source of the announcement. There was a guy who claimed to be the owner of Walker Caravan Company with some strangely looking animals. The announcement was that he promised 200 caps for anyone who could help him deliver some stuff to a different place. Cia wanted to do something for the people around her. Without giving much thought, she raised her hand. " Mr. Walker, I am Cia. If you promise that award of 200 caps, I would definitely join". She was very loud in conveying her message to him. " But I have a question. Will you provide 200 caps to an individual or it will be divided?" She wanted all that for herself and of course the free food.

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Re: The Caravan Drive

Post by Bigfoun » Fri Feb 22, 2019 5:47 am

An unlikely bunch.


Mr. Walker simply grinned at the crowd, awaiting his valiant knights. He’d notice a ghoul alongside a dog step forward. Stepping down from the crate, the old man would nod at the lad. This would most likely be his first taker. Although, it seems as if this ghoul had a specific request.

"Name's Paul," he told Mr. Walker "I'm up for the job. Only on one condition, though: you give me half now so that I know this ain't just talk."

The caravaneer’s smile would begin to dissipate slightly, but perhaps something could be arranged. After all, he had to take what he could get. What great company never took a big risk anyway?

”Well, partner. You sure drive a hard bargain, but I’m sure you’ll keep your end of the bargain.” The old man adjusted his hat before extending his hand out to secure what would be the beginning of something great. He hoped.

”Get the fuck back, zombie!” A man shouted out from the crowd. It seems as if another ghoulified feller had arrived. Although, this one’s case was a bit more complicated. He gave off an aurora of blinding green, trotting through and garnering the attention of everyone and their shotgun. It was a big shock when the glowing bastard actually began to mutter out something sensible.

The glowing ghoul soon approached the caravaneer with a big grin on his face, introducing himself as ‘Clinker.’ Well, Mr. Walker wasn’t one to judge. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be a ghoul by the end of this ordeal.

”Well, lad...err, welcome! Quite a bunch we have so far.” The caravaneer offered up a nervous chuckle as he watched the glowing one join the crew. With two hired guns, things were starting to look bright. It seemed as if the recruitment pool would continue as a young woman approached the old man.

There seemed to be something off about this woman, but Mr. Walker couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Well, it mattered not. She’d introduce herself with the name ‘Cia’ adding onto the list of interesting names that surrounded this ragtag caravan crew.

”Welcome aboard, young lady! I’ll have ‘ya know that each of ‘ya will be granted two-hundred caps for a successful job,” he’d respond to her question.

With a decent crew, Mr. Walker would look off into the crowd before shouting out ”Last call! Anyone else comin’ along?”

He’d turn back to the hired guns before reaching in his leather satchel for what were small pouches. ”I’ll go ahead and count out one-hundred caps for the three of ‘ya. In the meantime, why don’t you go ahead and introduce yourselves to each other. Gonna’ have to rely on each other in the upcomin’ days, friends.”
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Post by balloonrouge » Fri Feb 22, 2019 6:41 am

clinker quickly pocketed his money he though to put it somwhere safer just in case there where pickpockets but then he realised the only person who would pickpocket him would be that other ghoul near him no one else would risk that much radiation.

clinker turned to his fellow companions and attemted to shake their hands intending to sting the girls hands by releasing a weak burst of radiation
( a radation joy buzzer ) and learn their names.

"i'm sure that the three of us will be as close as crabs in a pea pod "

clinker dance merrily and talks about some of his wastland encounters and how he managed to beat an entire gang of raiders with his bare fist and how they all had power armor and a tamed death claw among other tall tales

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Post by illirica » Sun Feb 24, 2019 1:47 pm

"Room for one more?"

This wasn't the sort of job that Jenna Alarcan usually took, or even the sort she usually liked - but those jobs didn't come up very often, and it wasn't like there was exactly a reliable Bank of the Wastelands out there. Her usual work paid very well, but she either spent the funds immediately or split them and stashed them, and stashed funds could never be counted on. There was always some punk wandering around the Wasteland kicking over every rock to see if they could pick up a few caps.

That meant taking little jobs in the interrim, enough to tide her over until something better came up. Besides, Jenna was of the opinion that any time more than one person got together, there was going to be an eventual need for someone to talk them out of hating each other. She was good at that sort of thing, just like she was good at quietly arranging accidents for troublemakers who couldn't be talked out of it. This didn't seem like the sort of job where she'd need to arrange accidents, though - the Wasteland would take care of that. Caravans weren't easy - they could be a good way to get supplies from one place to another, but on the other hand they tended to attract opportunists. No doubt there would be some sort of attack before they arrived in Nipton - though whether it would be from bandits, from one of the big names, from one of the big names disguised as bandits, or just from the average run of the mill Wasteland monstrosity was anyone's guess.

That was fine with Jenna. She was decently good at solving "extra-organizational problematical situations" as well, as it was phrased on the paperwork. The paperwork, of course, was all theoretical. Jenna hadn't bothered with real paperwork in ages, because when one was a covert problem solver, one didn't do stupid things like leaving a paper trail that could be followed. "My name's Jenna Alarcan. I'm good with interpersonal relations, and with shooting things." Both, of course, were valuable skills to have. "You mentioned food - is that actual identifiable food products, or is this going to be one of those 'mystery-meat that you hope isn't the guy who had this job before you' situations?"

She wouldn't necessarily turn it down if it was, but at the same time, she'd probably ask for extra cash and grab her own rations before they left the town. Caravans could be odd like that - some of them treated their hires pretty well, and identifiable meals could be an added bonus. Others, though, were trying to cut corners wherever possible, and feeding the last hires to the new hires solved a whole list of problems.

Jenna was fairly good at understanding how to solve problems, after all.



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Post by Gecko » Mon Feb 25, 2019 4:14 am

Paul gave a smirk of satisfaction as his small bribe worked in his favor. The employer encouraged the bunch to greet each other and turned to start counting caps. The Ghoul wasn't counting on getting close to the other hired guns, and so he simply stood there as the only other Ghoul there - a quirky fellow to say the least - began to tell some stories that sounded rather fabricated while bouncing around like a lunatic. Paul gave a sharp whistle, to which Hank responded with perked ears. Hank stopped bothering the brahmin and sat by his master with as confident a pose as they come, looking at everyone else around them.

Paul reached down and gave the dog a hefty pat on the head before crossing his arms once more while listening to the bragging coming from Clinker. That's when another voice sounded over the noise. Paul turned with narrowed eyes, eventually finding the woman who was asking the questions. It was obvious that she was a formerly a Vault-Dweller, a type of person that Paul wasn't too keen on seeing due to past...incidents. Over the years, he had learned that Vault-Tec wasn't all that it was cut out to be, and so the Dwellers were usually an interesting type of character to come across.

"Don't sweat it, sweetheart," Paul said to Jenna in a gravelly voice. "Even if th' food was shit, I have some food that'll last. For a price, o'course." He laughed at himself, and as he laughed he took another drag of smoke. The wisps of smoke escaped from between his yellowed teeth as the laughter ceased, then looking at the woman with a more serious look. Paul planned to get as many caps as he could handle out of this, there was nothing that was going to stop him from trying in the slightest. Another day, another cap to be earned and eventually wasted on booze.
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Post by Swag Cat » Mon Feb 25, 2019 1:42 pm

" Very Well". Cia was excited to learn that every one of the group would be given two hundred caps and thanks to the Ghoul, they would be given half of the amount right away. That was an example of good negotiation skills. Cia made notes of how people around her usually behaved and compared it against a defined list of behavioral traits in her system which helped her to classify people and how to interact with them. The Ghoul appeared to be a rough guy who got some experience throughout the life and even further than that. By reading the body language of the man, she was sure he did not think of herself to give attention to. Then, there was other ghoul who was emitting some radiation around himself. She was able to see the radiation through her eyes. She had no information if the radiation would affect her in any way. But it was rather to take precautions than get destroyed by some carelessness. The ghoul broke the ice and tried to have a decent conversation. In the process, he went closer to her to shake hands which was a common human greeting. The ghoul was pretty unpredictable so she was not sure the true motives of that ghoul. Taking everything in Good Faith, she extended her hand and she saw him stinging the girl's hand , it did not feel anything but she still managed to display an expression of pain. " What is that, Mister?" She asked the ghoul but he was rather strange. He did not pay any attention to what she asked. On the other hand, he boasted how to conquered most of the enemies he faced in a battle. Not to be appearing rude, Cia had no choice but to hear the man even though most of them could be lies. Even while telling his 'tales', why he was bouncing around? Had she has some disorder? Was he suffering from Parkinson's disorder? No one could answer that but him.

Soon the group heard another voice of a woman, she focused her attention to the new arrival. The woman introduced herself to the group claiming herself to be a mediator who was versed in interpersonal relationships and at the same time, in shooting as well. A mediator who could use force to solve disputes, she was definitely ruthless. But again, she could be wrong. Having shooting as a skill could be seen a necessity for survival. Unlike her, Cia's skills changed with every maintenance she had if herself in the government facility. Although, she had served in the military earning the name of The Terminator, she was more than useless in this errand if they were to be attacked while transporting supplies. The ability to use weapons and the actual combat skills were locked in her system and even herself was not able to access it. The skills could only be unlocked by the Government officials. This was done to ensure maximum amount of security and for the safety of innocent people around her. The Government did not care if Cia ended up being destroyed. For them, she was just a weapon, a machine with no value. The only skill she had at that time was to use kitchen tools. May be, she could use the skill of using knives to her advantage.

The Mediator woman went ahead with asking the type of food she would get. The possibility could not be ruled that the food could be the flesh of the former members. If that was the case, the cycle would continue. Next time, they would be victims . Before the woman could receive her answer, the first Ghoul replied he had some storage of food that others could use only after paying some price. The situation was a little intense and every party trying to understand the other person and trying to build trust.

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Post by Bigfoun » Tue Feb 26, 2019 6:52 am

Almost Time…

Mr. Walker began to tighten the straps around his brahmin, securing his cargo. He’d listen on to the chatter as that glowing lad began to tell some interesting tales regarding his very own adventures. Relations between ghouls and humans weren’t all too good but hey, they made Mr. Walker feel much younger. Only God knows what those squishy bastards have seen in their lifetimes. Hopefully, they wouldn’t go feral mid-trip.

As he prepared to give the trio a payment in advance, another woman would emerge from the crowd with the intention of tagging along. She sure looked the part of a hired gun. Something tells the old man that she wasn’t knew to this sort of thing as evidenced by her formal introduction. Having experience about eased Mr. Walker. His business was riding on the hopes of this small crew reaching Nipton without any setbacks.

”Welcome aboard, friend. We were just about to get ‘ta leaving,” The old man gave the woman a hardy smile before nodding at the other three. ”I can assure ‘ya that the food is of utmost quality. I ain’t no snake-oil salesman,” he chuckled.

After the process of counting out four-hundred caps very intricately, the old-man would place an amount of one-hundred into four separate coin purses. Walking up to his hired guns, the caravaneer passed each and every one of them a bag.

”One-hundred caps in advance, friends. Now, how about we get goin’? Gonna’ be a long walk!”

And with that, Mr. Walker gave off one final wave to the crowd as if to say farewell to the town of Primm for what would be a long while. He gave his two prized animals a pat of affection before saying, ”Let’s get goin’, boys.”

The brahmin began to march forward with Mr. Walker keeping pace. He of course expected those behind him to follow.
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