@Letter BeeThe female Order Guard blushed, looking over the charismatic noble in front of her, offering up his speech to her.
"Pourquoi, bien sûr someone as handsome as you can pass." She beamed, coloring slightly.
"I'll just open up the gat-""L'ENFER FAITES-VOUS?!" {THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!} An Order Paladin raged, rushing forth from around the corner of the castle. The woman, seeing her superior, immediately squealed and ran off around the corner. The armed super mutant walked forth, his gatling laser in his hands.
"NO. ENTRY. PERMITTED."The super mutant paladin was evidently serious; in fact, he seemed quite flustered that any sort of
noble would demand audience with the king at such a crucial moment in time. The paladin grunted, his brow furrowing, and his gatling laser "spinning up" as the fusion core would charge, giving the main generator a slight hum. Paladin Rand was frustrated. It was only noon, and yet another complete and utter
idiot thought he could just walk up and see the king - the first being that stealth suit, who had politely accepted the threat, and had walked off to go on a mortal mission from the infamous Captain Fillimore. But this one - he certainly wasn't dressed for work. He even had bodyguards! The utter, stupid bravery of this noble was almost astounding.
"Listen, imbécile - I'm on the short end of my fuse today." Paladin Rand snarled, his low and guttural voice bending around the accent. At least ten sniper lasers snapped onto the group in front of him, from various hidden facets of the castle.
"You try to charm your way into the castle and you and your body guards drop or become a nice, fine ash for the janitor to dust away. Your choice. No amount of bribery can get you out of this one - whatever you pay me, the king pays quintuple."The paladin had gone over his calm spiel before; he had threatened the last one to come here, and he would again - with a little more venom in his voice. The king wasn't seeing
anyone as of now, and the very idea that some sweet-talking noble with a penchant for charisma would even try to get in was insulting. The sniper rifles kept on the group of people before him, as his fusion core warmed up under his hands as the Gatling Laser's charge gave off a slight static humming sound. The snipers had finally woken up; thank the king, and they had finally taken up their posts around the castle, allowing him to finally threaten the idiotic nobles trying to have a friendly little tea-time chat with the king with far more ease and less dust for the castle polisher to clean up.
@Lord Coake"Vous me parlez." {You talk to me.} The man said, taking off his cold, black revolutionary helmet - revealing a young man, a scarred face, and short-cropped brown hair.
"I am Theodore Wane - general of the revolution is the Proulx District."The man made quite the imposing figure amongst the other commoners; his frame was far larger and burlier than the gangling and uncoordinated bodies of the initiates among the NCR sergeant. His riot gear seemed to be stretching around him to accommodate his bigger build, and it was evident that he could handle his super sledge with utter ease. His face was that of a young man - twenty-threeish, potentially, and with three diagonal scars across his left eye, a memento of a past opponent. His dark eyes were hard and heavy with battle, with thick grey bags under them, evidence that he had spent late nights fighting for his cause. His chestnut brown hair was cut short in a military fashion reminiscent of the military of old. He looked far more "military" than a single Order Knight around.
"In this district, this is our local recruitment building. It's above an old, underground sewer." General Wane said, walking to the center of the room.
He bent down, and raising his super sledge over his head, brought it down on the center of the room with a mighty and memorable
thud. The lower floor cracked and bent, dust billowing up around it, and the general brought it down with one strong boot stomp. The floor crumbled, revealing a long, low hole with steel rungs serving as ladders. A pervading stench emanated from the sewer.
"C'est notre our main path through and around districts. It houses most of our soldiers." The general said, beginning his long climb down into the sewer.
"You may be wondering why I'm telling your recruits our main base of operations so early. Eh bien, il est because the majority of you won't live past training to spread that secret." The general grinned, ducking his head down the tunnel. The ragged initiates followed him, looking fearful.
