Steel Rose, Welcome to the Capital Wasteland Options

[Silver]

Steel Rose

Tick. Wait... let the burning sensation fill your chest as your lungs ache for air. Tick. Steady, bring the lines of the crosshair down across thier chest. Tick. Hold perfectly still, and fire.

For that moment, the chatter of automatic weaponry, the crack of hunting rifles was silent, the thunderous report of a sniper rifle ringing in her ears, even as she brought her scope back down to see the raider raise his hands to the gaping wound in his ribs, dark arteriel blood bubbling onto his rough leather clothes. His knees gave out a moment later, leaving the mohawked bandit face down in his own blood. Another raider, running backwards and firing a ten millimeter pistol indescriminately tripped over the new cadaver, and Shadow promptly took his head off.

The heavy chop of blades echoed in the small valley as the first of three vertibirds came over the edge of the rocky cliffs. The whirr of it's gatling laser spurring up wasn't audible over the gunfire, but when the stiches of burning light etched the ground, the raiders scattered, a good few of them getting cut down, limbs tumbling into the dark recesses of the afternoon light. That left Shadow, and a few wasteland hunters, to face the Enclave soldiers that began to crop up over the enbankments.

The wastelanders scattered into the rocks, while Shadow who already had a vantage point that was quite like her namesake, only twisted around and fired a shot at the power-armoured soldiers who were skirmishing with the hunters, and winning. The Enclave troops were organized, trained, and armed with quality laser rifles, and they were trying to fight against them with hunting rifles, and a sniper. It really wasn't going to work out.

[Silver]

::Triiiiple.

I hope everyone who thought this was going to be an all-serious story won't be too disappointed, but I always find it in me to poke fun at my subjects. (And how all the ammo stays together perfectly, instead of spilling all over the floor.)

In His Footsteps

Bleary-eyed she awoke, jumping up with a start looking about wildly. It seems she had fallen asleep behind the grey-twisted trunk of what must have been a grand oak tree in the past, and now as she ran her hand over it's weathered bark, it seemed like nothing more than a mournful giant, bent in the sorrow for it's dead kindred. She shook her head, clearing it of the fantasies that she had indulged in. There was no time for a dream when you were fighting to survive in the wasteland. Looking up the hill at the new white sand desert, it would be a good chance to get some valueable salvage. She headed first toward to where the group of enclave soldiers were killed, and even with years of experince in the debauchery that occured in this apocolyptic world, it was a disturbing sight.

One of the bodies, it had managed to stay mostly intact somehow only having it's limbs loosed from thier sockets, but in a morbid display they had been rearranged in thier proper places, and the first satchel that would have contained the microfusion cells was full, but the second batch of them were carefully piled into a little pyramid, convieniently placed on a cutting board. It was a strange display, to say the least, but she didn't fail to take advantage of the organized mess, quickly scooping the cells into her sack and pulling the scrap metal that was the leftovers of thier armour from the gristle of the corpses. It was a heavy load to drag, and faced with the choice of being slowed by her valueable loot, or making it back to a settlement before nightfall, the latter seemed much more appealing, and so she dumped the slagged remains of the chest pieces, and hurried toward Tenpenny Tower.

Tenpenny Tower. For those in the D.C. area it was a symbol of two things ; paradise, and bigotry. With clean running water, dozens of armed guards, and it's fortified walls made from slabs of highway ashfault, it was a haven from the threat of Raiders, Slavers, and even smaller groups of Super Mutants. Unfortunatly, you needed to have hundreds of caps to live there, and it was general knowledge that Alistar Tenpenny was a... speciesist, against Ghouls, and most of the prim and proper residents were in complete agreeance. But, it was still the closest place for Shadow, and Gustov seemed to have a soft spot for her, and she used that to her benefit, cutting deals on the value of scrap that she brought in. It was a anemable arrangement, she would flirt and play coy with him, and he would 'reluctantly' agree to pay a few extra caps. It worked, and if that's the advantage she could get, that's what she would take.

Still, there was no point in waiting around for things to work out for her, and not everything would be that easy on the journey there. Nothing would be that easy... at all.

This post has been edited by Silver: Mar 30 2009, 05:55 AM