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A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Rick Noel - Diner - Mid Afternoon

Rick grabbed a broom and swept the broken glass and wood pieces to one corner of the diner. There was so much broken debris, that it seemed pointless, but it at least gave him something to do, rather than just stand around. As he cleaned up, it made him miss the safety of the institute, and of the new vault. An attack like this would’ve never occurred there.

As he swept, doctor walked inside the diner. He remarked on the deathclaw and stopped himself as Betty walked nearby. Rick nodded in agreement, as to not wishing to see one of the creatures again. He looked outside to the big one, “But they are remarkable. Just take a look at that one, Doctor Arthur. It’s bigger than a regular one... its evolved.”

The doctor one again remarked on the need to request aid from The Directorate. Rick nodded in agreement that aid would be beneficial. He looked around to ensure no one was listening to them. He leaned in closer to the doctor, “I had given some thought to that as well. See...I did something I shouldn’t have and brought a copy of my terminal in a encrypted holodisk.”

He spoke in a quieter tone, “I knew there was a location of an old SRB hideout around this area. It’s nearby, in fact its located across the way, in the old building. Per the specs, there should be a terminal, supplies, maybe a few guns, and security shutters. It was meant as a safe house for back when we had non-synth research patrols.”

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

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A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Rick Noel - Diner

Rick looked around the diner, it was a mess, but one that could be cleaned and repaired. Celeste left, headed for the inn, and the waitress grabbed a broom and started to sweep, while cursing under her breath. Rick stood by the door and looked over to where the body of the large deathclaw was. Some other folk, whom he hadn’t seen nor met, were cutting into the creature. Were they planning to cook it?

The thought itself both disgusted and intrigued him. What does it taste like, would it be full of nutrients and other properties? He would recommend to Doctor Arthur to study the meat, at least to see how it compares to “regular” animals. He looked back at the diner, and decided he would make himself useful and help out in doing some cleaning.

He was careful with the broken glass from the front window. It would be hard getting an intact replacement. He knocked some of the dangling glass down and crashing on the floor. He turned back to face Betty, who without saying anything just threw him another broom. He brought an empty garbage can from outside and started to gather and throw away the broken glass.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Ace Makovich – Clinic – Afternoon
Ace sat on the chair holding the rag to his wound. He had found a sewing kit on the table and started to suture, his slash. It wasn’t bad, but this would help the wound close faster. He focused on his work but kept an eye on that mutant that walked back in. He was wary of the creature, but Ace was not in fighting conditions at the moment o do anything.

He listened to the creature as it gave its story on how it acquired those tags, It made him angry to know that this creature would even consider itself an equal to the brotherhood. Had the Midwest Brotherhood become so corrupt as to allow a super mutant amongst its ranks? It seemed ludicrous and absurd.

However, what truly angered him was the fact that this creature exiled itself and kept its tags, while Ace was stripped of his by his once family. He clenched his fist, but controlled his emotions. There was no need to do anything too hasty at the moment. He listened as Steve tried to make sense of what the creature spoke.

He shook his head, “The Brotherhood never rebelled from the Enclave, Steve. In fact the two are bitter enemies, but where never one organization… This mutant would have never served with the New California Brotherhood, if anything it would be the Midwest chapter… a misguided group if anything…”

Ace finished stitching, and again pressed the rag on the wound. He walked over to Brandy and held her hand, “Don’t worry kid, I’m here for you.”

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

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A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Ace Makovich - Salem

Ace stood there as he watched the mutant get up and for the most part ignore him, aside from some snarky remark on his condition. However, the creature was right, Ace didn't feel like fighting nor doing anything for that matter. He was physically exhausted, most likely his body masking the pain.

He clutched at his stomach, where he had been struck by the deathclaws tail. He looked down, and he was slightly bleeding. He took a few steps back and leaned against the wall of the church and slid down, sitting on the ground. The Deathclaws razor sharp tail had slashed his stomach. It wasnt a deep gash, he had lucked out at least.

He leaned his head against the side of the building. and just stared out into the sky and let time slip by. He should make his way inside the clinic but he didn't have the energy to get up. Everyon in town seemed to be busy moving and running around at a quick pace. Soon he saw Frieda coming to the clinic carrying Brandy in her arms.

Ace struggled to get up,but managed to get a hold of a piece of wood and managed to get on his feet. He clutched his stomach in pain, it seemed to burn. He was now starting to feel the pain. His mody was no longer masking the pain. He slowly shuffled as he ran a hand along the wall, making his way inside the clinic.

He slowly made his way over to where Frieda had placed Brandy and looked at her. "How are you Brandy, are you okay? please tell me you're alright." He looked her over and saw how she was bleeding. His one arm was still clutching his stomach, but he didn't care. He looked at Doctor Arthur, "Oh my god... hey doc, is she going to be alirght?"

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Ace Makovich - Salem - Noon

Ace groaned as he lay on the ground. He struggled to get up, feeling all of his body hurting. He pushed himself up, as the wood that had fallen on him fell down the sides to the ground. He was on his knees and his vision was slightly blurry but it slowly came back. He looked around to try and gather his bearings, when he saw the dead deathclaw on the ground.

He slowly lifted himself up to his feet and looked behind him. The church wall was still in good condition, it would require some fixing up, just in case. The double door on the other hand were gone aside from that half that had a dead ‘claw slumped over it. Ace slowly walked over to it, all wobbly as he felt some pain. He put his hands behind his back and arched it to try and feel better.

He grabbed the ‘claw’s feet and pulled on it, but soon it caused the rest of the door fell down. He looked over down the street, and saw what looked like the armored super mutant. Ace grabbed his plasma pistol and slowly made his way over and pointed it at the mutie’s head, “Well… who are you and what are your intentions?”

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Rick Noel – Salem – Noon

Rick headed towards the museum, where the deathclaw had emerged. It was foolish of him to do so; after all there could be other lingering creatures. Nevertheless, he needed to make sure no more danger emerged from the building. He rounded the corner with his gun ready, thought with a broken stock, and turned into the gaping hole of the old museum. He turned away in disgust, as a foul stench emanated from the building.

He covered his nose with his shirt, but even that was too much. The pack of deathclaws had done a number in there, and it reeked. He leaned against the wall, but from the quick view he got, there was no movement, not that he wanted to double check. However his stomach turned as he say the mutilated super mutant dropped by the deathclaw, with its missing had.

However, the weapon next to it highly interested him. The Gatling laser dropped by this mutie would prove invaluable. After all, this town lacked in defenses and this gun could be converted into a powerful turret to defend the town, or at least an area of it. He went o grab it but the muties hand was tightly wrapped around it.

He tried to loosen its grip but no good. He thought for a bit, and then began to stomp on the hand, over and over again, bones crunched and blood splattered, but soon the weapon was free. He did his best to pick it up but it was heavy. He pulled the fusion core out, and placed that in his pack, and then continued to drag the weapon next to him towards the town. He stopped part way, as he came about a dead mutie holding a combat rifle, with the same stock he used to have. He grabbed it, planning to replace the one on his broken rifle.

The fighting in town had subsided, it sounded as if the turrets in town had been activated. Why they took so long, was another matter. He dragged the gatling laser and placed it next to the diner. He looked at the dead deathclaw that lay there at the old intersection, and rick slowly walked over to it. He checked the rifle he had grabbed from the mutie, and made sure it was loaded as he approached.

He had never seen a deathclaw up front, and this was a rare opportunity to miss. His natural curiosity took hold of him, and he needed to check it out up close. Even as it lay dead on the ground, it possessed a menacing look. He looked at its claw, and squatted to take a closer look. He pushed his glasses and slowly reached for the creature and touched the claw. It was solid, and sharp; felt like sharpened combat knife made of fine steel.

He looked at its horn and how it spiraled up. It sort of reminded him of a drill bit, in this case a highly sharpened drill bit. What terrified him though was its teeth. How many it possessed, all finely sharpened, almost looked like a bunch of knives coming out of its mouth. How in nature such a creature came to be, was beyond him. It seemed like a sick experiment by a twisted scientist, unleashed upon the wastes.

Rick turned towards the diner, when he heard a loud scream. He readied the gun and made his way over but stopped as he saw ace laying in front of church with a pile of wood on top of him, along with the earlier armored mutie he had seen before. He stood there, but decided to check diner first as that’s where screaming came from, it could mean there was another small deathclaw running about. He pushed open the door as it lay on its hinges, and it crumpled to the ground. There stood a short woman, Celeste if he wasn’t mistaken screaming. Rick looked down and there lay a dead young deathclaw, and another man crumpled on the ground.

He looked at Celeste, and made motion for her to quiet down. He went over to the man, Rick looked around and grabbed a piece of broken glass and placed it by the man’s mouth and nose. He watched it fog up, telling him he was still alive. He looked over at Celeste, “we need a plank or something to move him, don’t want to pick him up in case he broke anything.

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A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Deathclaw Results -

Awoken by the cries of it youngest. The mother deathclaw stared at the young woman that lay before it. As it was about to slash at her, it felt the burning sensation of multiples shots, and being slightly pushed by the force. A woman stood by her with a shotgun, although she seemed familiar, it was too angry with rage to notice whom she was. It swiped at her, but missed.

As its swiped missed, another shot came from behind. This one stung with great pain, as it felt it strike its neck, making it bleed. This made it angrier as it threw its arms into the air and let out a loud roar. A man with a rifle stared it down. It saw him and moved its body from side to side, and its tail slammed into him, throwing him further inside.

As it moved to try and take down its prey, a large creature seeming to wear some sort of armor approached and stopped. It began firing at it, but its shots were erratic. The deathclaw lifted its arms to shield it from the shots. It blocked most but some did find their mark. It lowered its head, and charged at the mountainous creature, hitting it pushing it back. Its armor luckily stopped it from penetrating whatever was inside, and saved it from a serious injury.

The creature lay before it but the deathclaw lost interest as it wanted to kill the one that had harmed its young. As it walked back to its prey a man ran to it, shooting at it with a green blast. It struck its back heel, causing it to drop to one knee. It leaned back, and with a swipe of its hand, threw the man gains the wall from the building (church) where he had come out of. He hit hard, as some wood fell on top of him as he slumped to the ground.

The deathclaw struggled to its feet, seriously wounded from various hits, it was as almost if only one more struck it, it would be done for. It readied its claw to swipe at the young woman to shred her to pieces. When all of a sudden the towns turrets began to whirr in unison, and let out a barrage on the creature. The shots were precise as they centered on it and followed it as it fell to the ground, it’s head landing right in front of the girl.

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Barney let out a loud sigh as he leaned back on the chair. The monitors showed the deathclaw dead. If he had taken any longer, Brandy would be dead. He pulled out his pipe and lit it, he had gotten to the turret controls right on time. Perhaps it would be best to rethink policy of turning them off during the day, but that’d require having someone man them full time.