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I too would be interested in the Dragon and Princess plot. If taken, the War Has Found Us Once More prompt intrigues me as well.
My favorite color is purple.
My favorite color is purple.
She missed home. Nicole walked through fields of grass as London hung in the background beyond several trees. It was odd seeing the capital of the United Kingdoms seem so lifeless. There were no lights, distant sounds of cars, or the whine of flight engines as they descended onto runaways packed full of tourists. Ever since the electricity went out, it was just silence. Silence that stalked those that survived, silence of the government, and silence of the police. In an instant, taking place three years ago, the noise had all stopped. For once in a very long time, the Earth was quiet.
In the beginning, there were riots. The military was deployed in hopes of restoring order, but without communication, soldiers had no orders to follow as they either deserted or turned rogue to form one of the many countries that divided the UK. Communism rose up from those who felt the world paid no heed to the workers, democracy sought to survive even with its corruption, the old government sought control but found none, and the iron grip of the dictator soon came to be.
Nicole knew her country was the same — perhaps worse. She was doing her residency in the US. When she was afforded the time, she took a trip to the UK for a small vacation, a little bit of fresh air to clear away the sleepless shifts at the hospital. With her time abroad, her english had improved immensely but still had the occasional stumble here and there.
Cresting a hill, Nicole’s destination finally came into view. Just beyond the tree-line, an independent settlement made of metal-sheeted walls with towers at the four corners looked out into the empty plains. Reassured by the sight, she picked up the pace after she retied her hiking boots.
Shrugging her Osprey backpack, which carried her essentials and canteen, higher on her back, the straps wrapped snuggly around the faded green utility jacket she wore along with a dirtied grey tank top and black cargo pants. A mountain climbing pickaxe hung at her side fixed to her belt while her compound bow rested over her shoulder.
As she drew closer, the grass behind he rustled. Notching an arrow, Nicole pulled back on the string as she ducked down. Before her, three figures — garbed in masks, jackets, hiking bags, and weapons stood there weapons bared. Their outfit was clearly military — from what she remembered from the movies anyhow.
“Easy there lass,” said the one in front. He shouldered his left shoulder towards her. In the middle, a patch with a faded grey sword resting diagonal was sown to his jacket. “Just passing through. Don’t do anything rash.”
Nicole reluctantly slacked the drawstring. The other three did the same. Her eyes never left the trio.
“Better. You with the settlement over there? We’re headed there ourselves. You’re free to join us. Isn’t safe traveling by yourself.”
“What … is the Directorate doing out here?” she asked. “I haven’t seen you people venture out this far.”
“German?”
“Yes.”
Another one of the Directorate Stalkers moved forward. Nicole blinked in surprise as he began to converse in her tongue. “I didn’t think I’d find another. I’m Pavel. Just you?”
She nodded. “Nicole. Plane landed in the airport when it happened,” she replied. “So what’s the Directorate doing out here? Communist are keeping to themselves — mostly. Aren’t you fighting the Old Government? What was it … the Royal Parliament of England? I think that’s what their calling themselves now.”
Pavel scoffed as he spat on the ground before him. “And they’ve done nothing. At least the Directorate keeps its citizens safe.”
“I’m sure the eugenics der Führer instituted shows that. This settlement doesn’t need or want.”
“We’ll see, Fräulein. It’s good the others can’t understand you. I won’t say a word. Come back with us. You’ll be on your way, and we’ll be on ours. The dominion of the Directorate isn’t as bad as you’d think. If you want safety — and purpose — I’m sure you’d pass the People’s test.”
Shaking her head, she turned back towards the settlement. “Lets get moving then,” she said in english. “Just a suggestion. Keep your weapons down, the people there are very cautious.”
The man who initially spoke nodded. “Wouldn’t want a stray bullet now would we?”
“No. No, we do not.”
—
The little town the locals called, Clover field, was in an uproar. Nicole sipped on her drink quietly. Clover Field’s only pub, Strutting Stallion, had the reputation of a fight every night. Today, however, was different. Patrons within its doors muttered quietly to another. A belligerent was certainly present — rattling off obscenities — but the heavy atmosphere ignored him.
“Nicole.” The barkeeper, Jillian, leaned against her pub’s table made from a makeshift pieces of wood. “Doing okay? You’ve been quieter than usual. How was the trip?”
If there was anyone in this small town that Nicole appreciated, it was Jillian. For a time, she was under Jillian’s employment, helping around the pub. In return, she received supplies and a place to stay, which was a rarity these days.
“There’re more … what’s the word? Bandits?” Nicole said taking another sip from her mug. “The Directora—“
“Can’t believe they showed up, love,” Jillian said. She tossed her black hair out from her eyes. She eyed a patron. “So help me David, throw up and you’ll be on all fours cleaning!”
The stout man grunted. “This ain’t nothin’ woman. Christ, I can handle them drinths.”
“Sure you can you crazy lout,” Jillian said. “I’m closing your tab. Hell, you still owe me from your previous!”
Nicole laughed as she finished off her drink. She was feeling the buzz time swell. She hated it in the past, but welcomed it now. “You can close mine up Jil,” she said. “I think it’s about time for me to get moving anyways.”
“Still have that room available, if you still want it?”
“Leaving Clover field,” Nicole said. “I need a change in … scenery?”
The stool next to her dragged back. A sigh escaped the stranger’s lips. “We meet again. Nicole wasn’t it?”
Sitting right next to her, Pavel ordered himself a glass of the strongest thing Jillian carried as he flashed her a smile. Nicole had to admit, he wasn’t anything special, but something about the childish gleam in his eyes and blond hair made him pleasant to look at.
“Ja, herr Pavel.”
As she made to get up. A strong grip clamped around her wrist. The childish gleam was gone from Pavel’s eyes. “It’s rude to leave good company,” he said. A steely edge crept into his voice. “Come. I think we should get to know each other better.”
“Excuse me,” Jillian said, “you let go of her th—“
“Shut up, bitch! Nicole, sit. I do wish to keep this civil. So, again, sit fraulein.”
In the beginning, there were riots. The military was deployed in hopes of restoring order, but without communication, soldiers had no orders to follow as they either deserted or turned rogue to form one of the many countries that divided the UK. Communism rose up from those who felt the world paid no heed to the workers, democracy sought to survive even with its corruption, the old government sought control but found none, and the iron grip of the dictator soon came to be.
Nicole knew her country was the same — perhaps worse. She was doing her residency in the US. When she was afforded the time, she took a trip to the UK for a small vacation, a little bit of fresh air to clear away the sleepless shifts at the hospital. With her time abroad, her english had improved immensely but still had the occasional stumble here and there.
Cresting a hill, Nicole’s destination finally came into view. Just beyond the tree-line, an independent settlement made of metal-sheeted walls with towers at the four corners looked out into the empty plains. Reassured by the sight, she picked up the pace after she retied her hiking boots.
Shrugging her Osprey backpack, which carried her essentials and canteen, higher on her back, the straps wrapped snuggly around the faded green utility jacket she wore along with a dirtied grey tank top and black cargo pants. A mountain climbing pickaxe hung at her side fixed to her belt while her compound bow rested over her shoulder.
As she drew closer, the grass behind he rustled. Notching an arrow, Nicole pulled back on the string as she ducked down. Before her, three figures — garbed in masks, jackets, hiking bags, and weapons stood there weapons bared. Their outfit was clearly military — from what she remembered from the movies anyhow.
“Easy there lass,” said the one in front. He shouldered his left shoulder towards her. In the middle, a patch with a faded grey sword resting diagonal was sown to his jacket. “Just passing through. Don’t do anything rash.”
Nicole reluctantly slacked the drawstring. The other three did the same. Her eyes never left the trio.
“Better. You with the settlement over there? We’re headed there ourselves. You’re free to join us. Isn’t safe traveling by yourself.”
“What … is the Directorate doing out here?” she asked. “I haven’t seen you people venture out this far.”
“German?”
“Yes.”
Another one of the Directorate Stalkers moved forward. Nicole blinked in surprise as he began to converse in her tongue. “I didn’t think I’d find another. I’m Pavel. Just you?”
She nodded. “Nicole. Plane landed in the airport when it happened,” she replied. “So what’s the Directorate doing out here? Communist are keeping to themselves — mostly. Aren’t you fighting the Old Government? What was it … the Royal Parliament of England? I think that’s what their calling themselves now.”
Pavel scoffed as he spat on the ground before him. “And they’ve done nothing. At least the Directorate keeps its citizens safe.”
“I’m sure the eugenics der Führer instituted shows that. This settlement doesn’t need or want.”
“We’ll see, Fräulein. It’s good the others can’t understand you. I won’t say a word. Come back with us. You’ll be on your way, and we’ll be on ours. The dominion of the Directorate isn’t as bad as you’d think. If you want safety — and purpose — I’m sure you’d pass the People’s test.”
Shaking her head, she turned back towards the settlement. “Lets get moving then,” she said in english. “Just a suggestion. Keep your weapons down, the people there are very cautious.”
The man who initially spoke nodded. “Wouldn’t want a stray bullet now would we?”
“No. No, we do not.”
—
The little town the locals called, Clover field, was in an uproar. Nicole sipped on her drink quietly. Clover Field’s only pub, Strutting Stallion, had the reputation of a fight every night. Today, however, was different. Patrons within its doors muttered quietly to another. A belligerent was certainly present — rattling off obscenities — but the heavy atmosphere ignored him.
“Nicole.” The barkeeper, Jillian, leaned against her pub’s table made from a makeshift pieces of wood. “Doing okay? You’ve been quieter than usual. How was the trip?”
If there was anyone in this small town that Nicole appreciated, it was Jillian. For a time, she was under Jillian’s employment, helping around the pub. In return, she received supplies and a place to stay, which was a rarity these days.
“There’re more … what’s the word? Bandits?” Nicole said taking another sip from her mug. “The Directora—“
“Can’t believe they showed up, love,” Jillian said. She tossed her black hair out from her eyes. She eyed a patron. “So help me David, throw up and you’ll be on all fours cleaning!”
The stout man grunted. “This ain’t nothin’ woman. Christ, I can handle them drinths.”
“Sure you can you crazy lout,” Jillian said. “I’m closing your tab. Hell, you still owe me from your previous!”
Nicole laughed as she finished off her drink. She was feeling the buzz time swell. She hated it in the past, but welcomed it now. “You can close mine up Jil,” she said. “I think it’s about time for me to get moving anyways.”
“Still have that room available, if you still want it?”
“Leaving Clover field,” Nicole said. “I need a change in … scenery?”
The stool next to her dragged back. A sigh escaped the stranger’s lips. “We meet again. Nicole wasn’t it?”
Sitting right next to her, Pavel ordered himself a glass of the strongest thing Jillian carried as he flashed her a smile. Nicole had to admit, he wasn’t anything special, but something about the childish gleam in his eyes and blond hair made him pleasant to look at.
“Ja, herr Pavel.”
As she made to get up. A strong grip clamped around her wrist. The childish gleam was gone from Pavel’s eyes. “It’s rude to leave good company,” he said. A steely edge crept into his voice. “Come. I think we should get to know each other better.”
“Excuse me,” Jillian said, “you let go of her th—“
“Shut up, bitch! Nicole, sit. I do wish to keep this civil. So, again, sit fraulein.”
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Tala nodded in response to the man as she began to tune into the conversation outside. While she had no loyalty to any faction - NCR or the Underground - information was a rather lucrative object of interest to those looking for it. Most of the conversation was slave-related talk. While entertaining, it contained nothing of value that could be sold off to the highest bidder.
Moments that felt like hours finally passed when the voices began to drift farther and farther away. Tala breathed a sigh of relief as she relaxed slightly. Her attention focused on the slave smuggler her was focused equally on her. What was to be done she wondered.
"Now, I think it would serve us all to move a bit further in, away from the door. And to put the guns down. You're both clearly slave-shuttlers, and we all need some shuttling now."
Tala agreed entirely with the man's statement as she looked to the other occupant in the small cave entrance. "Be a good sport and listen to the man. His idea isn't half bad, no?"
The smuggler scoffed as she made her way further into the cave. "I have a caravan with me," she said. "You'll have to wait until the Legion moves on. Not sure when. The extra passage was an option, but the Legion will probably be at its side as well."
Tala watched the slaver go as she turned back to the person she saved. "We'll be here for a bit then," she said moving towards the interior of the cave. "Just from circumstance, you're either a prisoner or slave. Caesar taking prisoners is unlikely though. Particularly NCR ... unless you were the great Aaron Kimble himself however. That'd be a different conversation altogether now wouldn't it? So, my guess is that you're a slave. Great job pissing the Legion off. You have a name?"
Moments that felt like hours finally passed when the voices began to drift farther and farther away. Tala breathed a sigh of relief as she relaxed slightly. Her attention focused on the slave smuggler her was focused equally on her. What was to be done she wondered.
"Now, I think it would serve us all to move a bit further in, away from the door. And to put the guns down. You're both clearly slave-shuttlers, and we all need some shuttling now."
Tala agreed entirely with the man's statement as she looked to the other occupant in the small cave entrance. "Be a good sport and listen to the man. His idea isn't half bad, no?"
The smuggler scoffed as she made her way further into the cave. "I have a caravan with me," she said. "You'll have to wait until the Legion moves on. Not sure when. The extra passage was an option, but the Legion will probably be at its side as well."
Tala watched the slaver go as she turned back to the person she saved. "We'll be here for a bit then," she said moving towards the interior of the cave. "Just from circumstance, you're either a prisoner or slave. Caesar taking prisoners is unlikely though. Particularly NCR ... unless you were the great Aaron Kimble himself however. That'd be a different conversation altogether now wouldn't it? So, my guess is that you're a slave. Great job pissing the Legion off. You have a name?"
Jamie's shoulder shrugged down as the all clear was sounded. She wasn't afraid of the aliens. Far from it. What she was deadly afraid of was the excruciating death from plasma burn. Many Marines died from it while survivors carry its distinct scarring. A grunt - near the edge of death - struggled for its plasma pistol as Jamie walked towards it. She kicked the weapon away and placed one shot through the stubby, non-human's head. It didn't move again.
She finished securing her area as she looked over the body of a dead Marine. Her training from way back when was still green kicked in. She began picking through the Marine's ammo belt with the expertise of a seasoned vulture. The instructor's lesson from Force Recon regarding scavenging was clear. The dead weren't going to get up and cuss you out. If you needed the ammo, take it. They'd understand.
"Folks aren't taking kindly to this," Cole said as he took some clips from another Marine who carried his weapon's ammo. "Wonder if they'd be singing the some moral BS when they're out of bullets."
"Don't really care," Jamie said as she took the last clip she could fit into her ammo pouch. She never understood why they didn't make the capacity for each ammo sleeve larger. "Come on. Station isn't going to clear itself."
Moving towards the direction of her CO, Cole and she began to move to the coordinates pinged on their HUDs. From the main radio, the situation on the lunar colony wasn't looking that good. The defense fleet that was station in its orbit was taking a heavy pounding while Covenant drop ships slipped past the spacial defense parameter. While real bits of information was near impossible to discern from a panicking or routed squad, Jamie had a pretty good guess where the advantage lied.
As her platoon-sized unit moved around a corner, her heart stopped as she stared at a handful of elites with the towering, lizard-like things standing behind them. It took her only one look at the thing's arm before her legs finally obeyed her orders to find cover. She rolled to the side as plasma intertwined with three powerful shots of plasma rained upon those who were unable to move out of the way quick enough.
She fired into the enemy unit as the scream from the dying or wounded leaked through her helmets audio dampeners. When the elites took to cover and the heavies still holding their ground, she heard her name from somewhere amidst the firefight.
"Jamie!" Cole sprawled across the floor as his head bobbed up and down. His vitals were quickly slowing. "Jesus ... the burn ...!"
"Stop moving Cole!" She fired at an elite as shields shimmered around it. She ducked back from its return fire. "I'm going to get you out of here!"
Before her comrade could respond, a plasma shot hit him square in the head as a sickening crack came from his limp body.
Jamie sat back as she stared at Cole's dead body. His vitals flatlined. For a moment, she couldn't believe he was gone - even if his body was laying before her. Shaking away the thoughts, she chambered a round. All she could do was kill as many Covenant as she could. That would be her vengeance for her squad member.
She finished securing her area as she looked over the body of a dead Marine. Her training from way back when was still green kicked in. She began picking through the Marine's ammo belt with the expertise of a seasoned vulture. The instructor's lesson from Force Recon regarding scavenging was clear. The dead weren't going to get up and cuss you out. If you needed the ammo, take it. They'd understand.
"Folks aren't taking kindly to this," Cole said as he took some clips from another Marine who carried his weapon's ammo. "Wonder if they'd be singing the some moral BS when they're out of bullets."
"Don't really care," Jamie said as she took the last clip she could fit into her ammo pouch. She never understood why they didn't make the capacity for each ammo sleeve larger. "Come on. Station isn't going to clear itself."
Moving towards the direction of her CO, Cole and she began to move to the coordinates pinged on their HUDs. From the main radio, the situation on the lunar colony wasn't looking that good. The defense fleet that was station in its orbit was taking a heavy pounding while Covenant drop ships slipped past the spacial defense parameter. While real bits of information was near impossible to discern from a panicking or routed squad, Jamie had a pretty good guess where the advantage lied.
As her platoon-sized unit moved around a corner, her heart stopped as she stared at a handful of elites with the towering, lizard-like things standing behind them. It took her only one look at the thing's arm before her legs finally obeyed her orders to find cover. She rolled to the side as plasma intertwined with three powerful shots of plasma rained upon those who were unable to move out of the way quick enough.
She fired into the enemy unit as the scream from the dying or wounded leaked through her helmets audio dampeners. When the elites took to cover and the heavies still holding their ground, she heard her name from somewhere amidst the firefight.
"Jamie!" Cole sprawled across the floor as his head bobbed up and down. His vitals were quickly slowing. "Jesus ... the burn ...!"
"Stop moving Cole!" She fired at an elite as shields shimmered around it. She ducked back from its return fire. "I'm going to get you out of here!"
Before her comrade could respond, a plasma shot hit him square in the head as a sickening crack came from his limp body.
Jamie sat back as she stared at Cole's dead body. His vitals flatlined. For a moment, she couldn't believe he was gone - even if his body was laying before her. Shaking away the thoughts, she chambered a round. All she could do was kill as many Covenant as she could. That would be her vengeance for her squad member.
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In almost any other circumstance, Tala would have laughed as the man tumbled into the cave. It was rather ungraceful and almost comedic - like one of the scenes you show in the pre-war comics she'd occasionally stumble upon. With the Legion so close, however, all she felt was fear. Would the pursuers know where they were? She was confident that she could hinder them if they chose to come through the concealed door, but if she'd survive, that was another matter altogether.
Tala ignored the man. The lights within grew dim as a female woman walked forward. A cowboy repeater aimed straight towards Tala's chest. The native moved not an inch. "You're either an Underground or just shit lucky. Which one?"
"Fire a round," Tala said, "and the whole entire Legion will know where to find this safe house."
"And you're the one who drew them to us."
Tala frowned. To an extent, the woman was right; however, if anyone was to blame, it was the man sucking in air at her feet. She shifted slightly as the voices from the outside grew louder. "Turn out the lights. We'll talk about this later," she said. Tala moved towards the man and tapped him on the forehead. "And you. We'll need to have a chat later."
Tala ignored the man. The lights within grew dim as a female woman walked forward. A cowboy repeater aimed straight towards Tala's chest. The native moved not an inch. "You're either an Underground or just shit lucky. Which one?"
"Fire a round," Tala said, "and the whole entire Legion will know where to find this safe house."
"And you're the one who drew them to us."
Tala frowned. To an extent, the woman was right; however, if anyone was to blame, it was the man sucking in air at her feet. She shifted slightly as the voices from the outside grew louder. "Turn out the lights. We'll talk about this later," she said. Tala moved towards the man and tapped him on the forehead. "And you. We'll need to have a chat later."
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