[@Letter Bee]

[color=#9494b8]"Hmph.. it looks legit enough, newcomer."[/color] Morris the Mongrel muttered, passing the pouch to his synth body guard. [color=#9494b8]Well, 'en, I suppose I'll give you whatever info you want. I can't say it'll be of any help, though. I don't got the crayons to draw it out for you."[/color]

[color=#9494b8]"The weapons of The Order, hm? In the old days, the Lambert District made all a' the guns,weapons, that sorta war junk. It was the good ol' days. I wasn't alive, but it was definitely better than now."[/color] He snorted, his synth grenadier giving an ugly, artificial laugh. [color=#9494b8]"Nowadays, Savreaux makes all a' them. The guns, paintings, technology, all that sorta thing. The other districts are just cities now. Places for Savreaux to throw away people who couldn't make it into his district."[/color]

[color=#9494b8]"The Revolutionaries? Ugh. It's not much better than the Order, trouncing around, waving their guns. I hear they get their weapons and armor from the Outer Regions. That's what the Order calls it, anyway. By that, they mean land they haven't turned to shit and is still ruins of the old world,"[/color] The youngster said, his dirty, toothy grin wide. [color=#9494b8]"They pick it out from ruins of old buildings and streets. Place is super dangerous. Crawling with monsters and raiders. Orleans was a pretty big civil shitstorm before the bombs hit."[/color]

[color=#9494b8]"Napoleon V? If you wanna see her, head down the river to the Proulx District. The bitch is giving one of her famous speeches. I listened in - and she almost had me frothing at the mouth for her, and I don't do that with every lady I come across. The district is completely fucked up; Order Knights barely have any control there,"[/color] He said, his synth grenadier eyeing the pouch. [color=#9494b8]"Oh, and her looks? Absolute [i]hottie.[/i] Seriously. Her face is perfect. I hear that she's manipulative as all hell, though."[/color]

[color=#9494b8]"And the king? Uh.. I don't know."[/color] Morris said, genuinely surprised. Behind him, his synth "body guard" had begun running away, waving the pouch of caps in the air. [color=#9494b8]"That all you need? H5, let's get the hell out of he - wait, what the hell?" [B]H5! H5, YOU SON OF A BITCH![/b]"[/color]

[@Tuxedo Fox][@Ulstermann]

[color=#ff5050][i]"Je suis encore.. vivant."[/i] {I am still.. alive.}[/color] An errant voice would mumble, stumbling out, waving away smoke. [color=#ff5050]"I need medical attention immediately."[/color]

Knight Captain Cade would stumble out beyond the billowing dust and ruins of the stronghold, the collapsed red banner and marble bricks surrounding him. His left leg, his artificial leg, seemed to have been lost in the ruins of the building, forcing him to limp forward beyond the ash. His smooth, dark face was covered in dust and soot, he had a wide gash across his chest that stained his scarlet uniform, and his normally neat and parted hair had become frazzled. His lower left leg stump would occasionally spark, revealing the remaining wire and metal lying underneath. 

[color=#ff5050][i]Je besoin d'un rendez-vous[/i] with Madame Curie [i]immediately.[/i]"[/color] Knight Captain Cade murmured, a Super Mutant Paladin coming forth to sling him across his back. [color=#ff5050]"[i]Je pars[/i] the Trading Outpost in your hands while I'm receiving attention, Captain Locke."[/color] Captain Cade pointed drearily at a nearby ghoul, who's eyes widened.

The Super Mutant Paladin immediately rushed off, heading to the wide selection of Order Fanboats and Ships, ensuring that Captain Cade's leg and torso would be treated to immediately down the Mississpi River in the Savreaux District. The Savreaux District was where Madame Curie was located - an out of area, yet highly intelligent synth, who's medical practice and science was rare to find anywhere. She currently led the "Science District" side of the Savreaux District. As the Order Paladin passed the makeshift hospital, he looked on in disgust, as they denied dying Order Knights with blown off legs and hacked off arms.