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[Color=red]Sarah Sinclair[/color] [/center] 

Before it'd had another opportunity to complain, Sarah latched the end of her rope to a notch upon the back of the eyebot, which was seemingly designed with exactly the eccentric manoeuvre that was about to be attempted in mind. Without so much as the slighest pause, the Alaskan native leapt from the bay door of the Vertibird; and Vergil's hoverpads shifted into overdrive as the pair began to slowly but surely descend into the chaos of the battlefield below. Raising her revolver, Sarah let loose one of the forty-four magnum rounds, which sailed into the groin of one of the legionaries which had made it into melee range of the lone ranger at the forefront of the siege. The man rolled out of the path of the returning gunfire and into cover as submachineguns were unleashed in the direction of the woman. It was clear that these men were inadequately trained, as she was far from their effective ranges. With a violent tug of her off hand, Vergil and Sarah were forced to the ground, the woman releasing her grip on the frayed length of rope at the last moment in order to hit the ground in a combat roll.

Two men rushed her as she rose to her knees, but Sarah's hands moved so fast that if an onlooker had blinked, they would have surely missed the movement of her bringing the colt navy to her hip, fanning it's hammer four times as she held down it's trigger. The fusillade of magnum rounds was inaccurate for sure, but at this distance accuracy was not what she required. The high powered rounds ripped a pair of holes through the midsection of one of the attackers, felling him instantly. The second was undeterred by the savaging pf his comrade however, and continued his advance. Sarah had tried to raise her handgun for a more accurate shot, knowing that the final round in the cylinder needed to count. But the legionary was too swift, managing to close the distance between them in a mere second. With a thunderous pushing kick to her chest, Sarah was knocked to the ground. She'd had to concede to him, despite the horrific stories she'd been told of these men. They were nothing if not relentless. As the woman tried to bring her revolver to bear, the masked legionary whom was clad in the customary crimson of his faction stomped on her arm, pinning her arm to the ground as she made all the bodily motions of a guttural scream of pain. Yet no sound passed from her lips. She'd thought it may have been the end for her, as the man held aloft his machete for the killing blow.

The sickening crunch of a shattering skull soon put an end to that notion however, as the ranger she'd covered not moments ago slammed the buttstock of a laser rifle the likes of which she'd never seen before into the back of his unarmoured head. Knocking him to the ground as a sea of crimson erupted from his skull. Taking no chances, the grizzled veteran un loaded a salvo of lasers into the legionary's back. Making sure he'd not rise to his feet again before offering his hand to the grounded Sarah. 

[color=violet]"Now what's a pretty lil' thang like you doin' fallin' from the sky like that in a place like this?!"[/color] Albert asked, his tone joking but also clearly grateful for  her arrival on the battlefield. Seemingly in the nick of time. Without a word of response, and not seeming to acknowledge Albert in the slightest beyond accepting the help to her feet. Sarah retrieved her revolver and holstered it, and it was in that moment that energy munitions began to rain down on the remaining legionaries from a distance, finally forcing the scum into a retreat, just as Sinclair had pulled her own machete from it's sheathe with her left hand. [color=violet]"Hold on there missy, ain't no use chasin' em. More risk than it's worth."[/color] Albert had said, grabbing Sarah by her forearm as she had attempted to give chase, in an effort to run down the fleeing men. As her advance was entirely halted and the unbelievable grip of the clearly older man, she was forced into a spin. Causing her to instinctively turn the weapon on the man. Fortunately for Albert, it was in the realms of close quarters where he had always proved to be most dangerous. In a blur of motion, before she'd even realised what had happened, Albert had relieved her of her blade, and sat her ass back down in the dirt. Leaving her completely confused.

[color=violet]"I'm not yer enemy darlin'."[/color] he said, with a half smile as he spun the curved machete around, handing it back to Sarah. Before asking her name and giving her his. To which of course the woman gave no reply. Fortunately, Vergil found his way over to the pair in the nick of time, as the honorary ranger was clearly losing his patience by the second. [color=red]"This, is Sarah Sinclair. Here on behalf of the Brotherhood of Steel. Apologies for Miss Sinclair's seeming lack of manners. She is a mute. I am her personal Vocalisation and Interpretation Robot, Given in Love. You may call me Virgil for short. We are here seeking a Raven Rivers, and an Albert Brosnovic. Could you please point us in their direction sir?"[/color] Virgil had said, seemingly easing the tension as Sarah snatched back her blade from the man. 

[color=violet]"Well, you happen to be in luck. Albert Brosnovic, reporting. Although not too sure what one of you steelers is after me fer. I'd suggest you get explainin' real quick, mind."[/color] Albert had said, finally formally introducing himself as the fires of battle around the group came to a close, and the remaining NCR troopers stationed at Foxtrot surrounded the woman and her robot. Sarah looked to the sky, and noted that the Vertibird which had carried her into the Mojave, was now nowhere to be seen.

[color=red]"My, this could prove to be problematic."[/color] Virgil had said, prompting a sly chuckle from Albert, as he brought a fresh cigar to his lips. Lighting it with his still searing rifle's barrel.