[h3][color=39b54a]Gorge The Mutant[/color][/h3] Salem Clinic /// Midday

  For a little while the mutant ignored the other two and simply helped the doctor. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rude he was just more interested in helping the doctor than he was talking, besides the two seemed more intent on telling the other what happened. However, the one male with the small slash seemed to know a bit more about the brotherhood then the other, “Perhaps he was part of them too or held more regard for them” his thoughts trailed off as another woman came in and handed off some food to the doctor. The girl kept her distance from him, which was understandable given the circumstances.

  The mutant stood and watched the doctor step out, nodding towards the doctor when he said thank you, “Don’t worry about it” he spoke as he turned finding the gear he sat down next to the door. Picking up his things he moved to an old wooden crate and put his gun on it, kneeling down, so he was still facing the other two men he set to work on taking apart and cleaning his Gatling laser while he spoke to them.

  “That one is correct in his assumptions” motioning toward Ace, “in California I fought against the brotherhood of steel and the Enclave while part of The Masters Army. Even had a few skirmishes with the New California Republic and those slavers that are out there”

  Again he looked to Steve while taking his weapon apart, the way he was taking it apart while talking showed great familiarity with the weapon. “The Master was a kind of mutant, he mutated with some computer equipment at the Mariposa military base. This was many years after the brotherhood of steel left the base… The Master was far more intelligent than anyone or anything I’ve ever met.”

  Gorge sighed while taking apart a few more components of his gun, “But he wasn’t without his flaws, he organized and trained other mutants like myself into an army that was able to fight against any threat. But The Master was… well, he believed that the super mutant was the next step in human evolution, and so we kidnapped any human we could find and turned them into mutants.”

  He paused for a moment as if remembering his past actions, “I’m not particularly proud of some things I did during that time. But after learning about what The Master’s plan was, I couldn’t do it anymore. Instead, I volunteered with another smaller group that was tasked with locating vaults, and we headed east. Didn’t hear about The Master or any of my brothers until we met another group a few years later. The Master was killed by a vault dweller and this larger group was heading east maybe find a place to settle down”

  Taking a rag and a small metal rod he began to clean the interior parts of his gun that he couldn’t reach with his big clumsy fingers, “with this group is where we met the Midwestern chapter in Saint Louis, their airship went down in a storm, and they lost a great deal of their people in the crash. So yes they needed more people and were not afraid to integrate others into their fold. It was… necessary.”

  “And to your remark about super mutants in their ranks, they also had ghouls, raiders, townsfolk, some robots, and a few sentient hairy death claws. Those things creeped me out” Gorge visually shivered as he mentioned the death claws. “Our group joined them after some trench warfare and displaying tactics other super mutants never did, their leader challenged ours to one on one combat and won at the cost of a head injury.”

  Being satisfied with his weapon he began to piece it back together, “I stayed with them for a few years, my team and the teams I commanded where long range resources acquisition. Basically we were dropped off by vertabird and sent out to acquire, food, weapons, technology, and sometimes people” once the gun was back together and fully functioning he began to clean his helmet and the rest of his armor. “They were the ones that made me this armor, its special as it was made to adjust and grow as I grow.”

  “We were sent on the high profile missions that they couldn’t afford to send their regular troops on. Basically we were used as shock troopers and went on suicide missions, my team had a one hundred percent return rate. Meaning we didn’t always succeed in our mission, but we always brought everyone home, dead or alive.”

  The mutant checked his helmet flipping through the modes' and checking the light to make sure it still functioned. “My last mission was a trap, we went after an old artillery base for the long guns that were supposed to be there. When we got to the old base the guns were either gone or destroyed a long time ago, and we were attacked. My squads got killed and I nearly died as well.”

  Gorge stopped and just looked at nothing with a sigh, “those where good men and woman, they didn’t deserve to die like that. But per protocol I destroyed my radio and made my way back to our headquarters only to find it destroyed and deserted. Again following protocol, we were told to send out our last mission report and exile ourselves, I don’t know why he had us do that but his mental state was beginning to take its toll on the old paladin.”

  He finished checking his helmet out when he heard the report of a single rifle shot out in the distance, after a few minutes of silence he returned to cleaning his armor. Remembering that Steve had questioned him he shrugged, and picked up his holotag, “Name Gorge, Race Super Mutant, Rank Knight Captain, Height 9’8, Weight 772 Lbs. Serial Number SM573954-23454-9666”

  He read it off like he remembered it by heart, while saying this he stood and faced Steve taking the bolts and straps off the plating on his right shoulder to reveal the metal skeleton of the armor and his bare skin. Pointing to the brand on his shoulder that held the Brotherhood of Steel’s Midwestern chapter’s emblem and his serial number below it. “Clearly I killed paladin bob, took his holotag and went through the process of forging the inscriptions on it and branded my shoulder giving it the time it would need to heal and look aged” his sarcasm was dry as he returned to cleaning his armor.