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The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

I am interested. However, I haven't been in an advanced role play as of yet. but I had the idea of throwing in a wandering scavenger with some engineering background.

The Walking Dead: Belgium

Lucas is just carrying around the hurt girl and waiting for all of u to make a bloody decision

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Gorge The Mutant

Salem Clinic >>> Salem Diner /// Midday

Everyone seemed to be making their final comments toward him and making their way outside. Now that all the excitement had died down everyone seemed to just be picking up the pieces. Some seemed like they were in shock others looked like they were going to keel over just because of what he was talking about. “Yeah, sometimes I have that effect on people” he muttered.

He took a moment to look around and take in his surroundings before standing. Making sure his armor was in order. The mutant glanced to the two that were still in the clinic. The girl who lured the death claws here in the first place and the other male who everyone seemed to refer to as Ace. He watched them for a moment, listened to their slight interaction before Ace went to the door to talk to another male.

Picking up his weapon, the mutant powered it up and spun the barrel a few times. Taking care to attach the straps back to his armor while Ace walked back into the clinic. Gorge began to walk out toward the door but stopped for a moment.

Looking over the man and the girl next to him, “If anyone cares to ask, tell them I left to get supplies” he sighed for a moment and looked around. “My friends dying wish was for me to give this town whatever supplies I could find.” Gorge looked to the girl again with his permanent scowl under his helmet. “It's a couple of miles from here, ill be back In an hour or two.”

Hesitating for a moment he turned from the two and headed for the door stopping briefly to look over the mother death claw and back to Ace. “Good thing about these things dying here is that their smell scares off most other creatures of the wasteland. So for the most part the towns safe for a day or so.” bending down, the mutant grabbed the death claws tail and dragged it into the shade. Once completed he took out a knife from his thigh pouch and cut the end of the death claws tail off.

Stepping back up to the door, “oh and one more thing. If no one claims that carcass, ill possess it out when I get back. Now I'm going to go find the good doctor see if he needs any medical supplies.” placing the piece of death claw tail in his pouch. The mutant left toward the town center glancing in windows here and there to try to see the doctor.

After just a little while he was able to spot the man in the dinner speaking to another man he hadn't seen yet. Finding the front door to still be a bit tight but still he managed to fit his way inside. Looking around for a moment then back to the doctor he nodded. “Doctor I'm about to leave to check and see if there are still supplies where my caravan got hit. Is there any medical supplies you need specifically that I can get for you?” the mutant stepped inside and out of the door way, so he wasn't blocking the entrance.

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@Genni

Got to mix a little bit of comedy in there... and no not until we get to base and you stop laughing.

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wooo posts... now im bored again

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Victor Asimov

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Location: At the Airstrip with his men >>> waiting on the recruits

It was morning. The smell of diesel fuel and rubber graced those near the concrete landing strip. Black streaks littered the runway from the weekly coming and goings of supply planes. A few large wood and metal hangars dotted the sidelines. Their huge doors remained closed hiding whatever may lay inside. On the outskirts of the airfield a small field of grass bled away to evergreen forest with a single paved road disappearing toward a large square structure.

A large Grey VTOL with the name Pegasus painted on the side, sat motionless near a fuel truck. A few workers wearing yellow reflective vests and orange hardhats moved between the truck and the VTOL. The cargo transport was an older model. Four giant propellers at the end of the wings could pitch up and down. Very good at maneuvering in tight quarters, had a decent top speed in higher altitudes, and could carry enough weight and had enough room for their needs. But, it was prone to mechanical issues and mid-flight system failures.

Outside toward the back of the giant VTOL stood six individuals. These six all wore the same clean dark green uniform. The uniform itself was neat but had several missing patches. The patches that were left where their names stitched above the right breast pocket and another tag above their left breast pocket that read, ‘SOAS.’ If one were to ask what the abbreviation meant, they would receive a simple answer. Special Operations Applied Sciences . The ranks they wore were mostly symbolic, the SOAS tag alone meant they had top secret clearance and mostly kept to themselves.

Out of the six one stood out as their leader. A tall strong man with shaved black hair and a near permanent scowl. Pinned to his right breast read the name ‘Asimov.’ A metal band jutted slightly out from his right temple and curved its way across his right eyebrow. A similarity all the soldiers shared. This piece of tech was implanted just the other day. Their skin still a bit red around the edges.

This tech wasn’t connected to any system within them and didn’t augment them in any way. But it did allow them to communicate and display the information given to them by their designated Virtual Intelligence or V.I. a ‘gift’ from the scientists. However, the soldiers had their suspicions that the V.I.’s were really just there to spy on them for the scientists and keep an eye on the recruits.

The soldiers were being quiet, spending their time watching the flight crews go through their final pre-flight checks. A darker skinned soldier with some Samoan ancestry spoke up first. The name ‘Saga’ pinned to his wide chest. He didn’t speak to anyone in particular while he slowly turned to look toward the square complex in the distance.

“So, you guys think these kids are ganna be worth it?”

The large man’s question was met with silence. But eventually someone decided to chime in. a short red head with a bit of Irish descent. Her hair was wrapped up in a neat bun with freckles sprinkled across her face. The name ‘Kerr’ sewn on her blouse.

“Yeah, cute kids that are a bit rough around the edges. All they need is for a bunch of guys like us to light a fire under their arse to get them going. They’ll be killing machines in no time.”

The rest of them got a good laugh in before they became silent again. They all found themselves standing in a line and looking off in the direction these recruits were supposed to arrive from. For now, they weren’t behind schedule just yet. The fun for them would begin when they got on base. Until then, they would remain silent casually going over the files of the recruits that are meant for their squads and getting used to their new assistants.

Pegasus

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I should have a post up tonight sometime

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Hey look at the bright side. Your not considered puddle pirates like the coast guard.

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What no sea cadets not seals... some of them are training to become seals though. I get to mess with them its fun

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I feel that it should be noted that as an unintentional circumstance, that I didn't realize until now. I volunteer with the united states naval sea cadet core and I'm about 26, most of the cadets in our unit are also at or around 16. so that's interesting for me anyway.