PrinceAlexus

The Room

*Furia looks over and sees Xan, who did get patched up partly earlier weak*

Xan...
*brings over some food and a drink.for her as she probably starving*

You helped... Return favour.

...

*The Major looks over and hears her scream*
She try to kill her self or something?
That sounds more like poison than a medicine.

The Room

*slides it out so more visable*

Pre war model Plasma pistol, with a energy recycler. Current production capacity is classified.
Based on a high energy power cell.

Standard issue to Officers.
Manufactured firstly about 2060.

Others a laser pistol, replacement for a 10mm but modified for full auto, just came into service before the invasion of Canada, few years later China and US, well mutual Nuclear warfare.

*sighs heavily*
Hell..., hell. Devils, and monsters...
The universe sure took a dislike to me.

The Room

*Shakes his head*
No thanks.
I try to vices that don,t slow me down.
Wasteland is deadly ernough, and I already had my fair share of lives.

*takes a long swig from beer deliberately *
Another universe... Fuck, Devils... Universes... *looks down at Plasma pistol and loads a higher power energy cell that glows a little brighter*

Either I got hit way harder round head than I thought I did or I found a land more fucked up than my own...

*Furia heads out slowly and yawns too sleepy for too much chit chat and goes straight to kitchen*
Morning...people.

*goes about finding some food and downing a large glass of water*

*sees dead bodies and looks round *
They pick fights ... Seems they not picked wisely. *sees the massive wounds deciding whatever they faced was not a good idea to copy*

The Room

*Major looks over at storm*
That might be advisable... Major Agustus Autumn. Enclave.

More nuclear mutants out there? Seems to be life here so I assume this zone has had some kind of nuclear fallout.

Only thing I know capable of the...strange creatures I've seen here.

The Room

*Major backs off and places a hand on Plasma pistol as softly nudges the bag over with his boot*

You could have just asked without the pistol. I'm not like ones in kitchen who I assume ended up falling foul of you.
*removes hand and goes sitting sown with beer *
I gave her a pre war designed combat drug, it improves resistance to pain mostly. Allows increased effectiveness when wounded.

*flicks for a second trying to find what passes for a history channel, or documentary wondering where the hell he is *

don't click on this topic

Spam has a new Lord. One who burns threads at the merest sign of sense, plot or constrictive post!

Mwahh... Spam is my domain now. Spam away my minions of darkness and irelevant posting.

The Room

*Major looks over*

Unless you want me not yo have shouted and left you to die like some raider.

Fine...
Your wounds are too serious for my aid. You need a doctor or whatever passes for one round these parts.

This should keep you alive anyway. You can thank me later.
*gives her a injection of medx that imroves abilities to take damage tempaerily*

The Room

*major looks at the woman and calculates she dead or at best crippled unless there's a skilled doctor in building. *

*shouts out*
Got a high level triage doctor over there! Wounded. Multiple serious injury.
Triage level 3 alpha.

Hurry up, unless you want to bury her.