Rook – Hotel Roof - Afternoon
It did cheer up Rook to hear about the Super Mutant named Fawkes, part of him wondered if he was related to Uncle Leo. He would nod once more and then look to Steve, as if looking him over for something more than what was on the surface.
“Was Fawkes one of the Eighty Sevens? Rook did battle with many of them. Strong, but stupid. Too straightforward in how they act. Like children with guns. Rook honestly wished there was more he could do for other town, and all the towns he was in long ago, but for now, Rook will put all his efforts into Salem. Rook won't let this town get taken by Deathclaws, raiders, or Adam Sons. Rook has beaten them all in the past, Rook can do it again.” He would root around in his bag for a moment before pulling out a bit of red chalk. “Rook should get back to work, will have to ask others later on about if they have things for welding. Rook has found a lot of scrap steel we can use for wall making.”
He would nod once more to Steve before scooting forwards. The building was just over three stories, but he landed softly, mostly due to him catching himself on the way down on a ledge and then letting go before all the inertia was spent and could damage the building itself. He was still a beast of a person, heavy and made of dense muscle tissue. Once he landed on the ground, he stood up and walked towards where he was going to put the first gate, marking the cement with a large red X.
Before he really got started however, Rook looked into the distance. Part of him was curious about what was all around them, but the armor that he could make out from this distance, and the way they carried themselves, that was enough to let him know what was going to happen. The wall was no where near ready. He was going to take care of this on his own. It was a short sprint from this spot to his shack, and it only took a few moments to fully armor up. He was glad the armor had been made in a way that he could put it on quickly and without much issues.
By the time Rook was done and made it back out to the X, he could tell the group was headed his way, and they were raiders. Dirty, crude armor, crude weapons, and the way they seemed to walk around like they owned the place. Rook stood at the road, stoic and calm as they approached him.
“Hey, lookie here, a lone mutie. Didn't know any of you were up here. What? Get lost from your freak show friends?” The leader of the group asked, stepping forwards and holding his weapon. It was, from the looks of it, an automatic pipe rifle. Probably cobbled together recently from the lack of rust on some of the parts. “Get outta the way or I swear to fuck I will murder you.”
“Town under Rook's protection. Leave or Rook will have to kill you.” Rook warned, his grip upon the pike he carried getting tighter. When the leader just laughed, lifting up his weapon, that was when Rook struck. While he didn't have the training of the gunners, or the skill of the Brotherhood, he was still a Super Mutant, and he was far faster than they were. His armor would take most of the brunt, now it was just time to get this done.
It was five on one, and it was still in Rook's favor. None of them carried heavy weapons, and the one with the baseball bat still didn't stand a chance. Rook stepped in, and swung his arm to catch the closest of them in the chest. The sheer power, the weight of the strike, and the angle where enough to send this one into the tree. Bones broke with the impact, and Rook continued his assault. With the momentium of the strike, he used it to turn his body, bringing the halberd to the game now, and slashed hard across the second one, cutting through the ragtag armor like it was paper.
Two rounds fired out of the weapons the raiders carried, the leader had done the smart thing and took a step back. The first bullet hit metal, denting the steel from the impact, and second one grazed over the leather joint, ripping that and drawing blood. While his body was highly resistant to physical damage, bullets still left a mark. Three foes remained, and Rook still had the momentum on his side. With another step, Mikan landed a hard punch to the man's jaw. He felt bones shatter under the force of the strike, and the dull look in his eyes said enough. Two left, and the second was about to fall. Rook thrust with the spear point of his weapon, ending this one as well.
Now alone, the leader put up his hands. “Woah woah woah!” He said, Rook stopping in his tracks. “I get it. I get it. We are not gonna show up here trying to extort caps. Fine, I get it... Lemme go and you won't see me again.”
Rook hesitated. This was something he was not good at. Shit...