Fallout: Storm Over The Mojave

[Flipout6]

Jason was in some serious trouble now.

 

His position had been exposed, and feral ghouls were assaulting with a regularity that Guardian was having trouble keeping at bay. A team of three armed ghouls broke off from the main force and was laying down a suppressing fire. Guardian had next to no space to dispose of any ghouls, meaning Jason had to use his sawed-off shotgun as well as his magnum, meaning that his accuracy with the latter was decreased notably. He blasted a feral ghoul that came around the rock, reloaded the sawed-off, and then holstered it. He took a frag grenade off of his belt, pinpointed the location of the armed ghouls, and lobbed it in their direction. One of them shouted, and then there was a loud bang and one of them was killed immediately by the blast. Another one took dozens of shards of shrapnel to his torso and collapsed, bleeding like a deathclaw's victim. The last one, distracted by the blast, was quickly dispatched with a shot from Jason's revolver. He put a hole in the bleeder's head out of mercy, bleeding out, no matter how fast, was not a pleasant way to die.

 

A group of feral ghouls, attracted by all the noise and screaming, were rapidly approaching. Jason disposed of two before he switched to a pair of melee weapons: his hatchet, and a combat knife. Guardian assisted him in the combat like he was trained to do. He was a very capable melee combatant, feral ghouls were little match for him, although no battle was without risk. He took a step forward and brought his hatchet down into the top of one's head, killing it instantly. Guardian leapt on one and knocked it over, and proceeded to mangle it's head and throat. Jason used the combat knife in his left hand to stab a feral in the stomach, injuring it. He finished it off with his hatchet, and blood splurted out of its next and into the front of his uniform.

 

No battle was without risk, something Jason knew well. A roamer approached him from behind and brought its claws into his back, cutting open the skin and flesh. While it was not a fatal wound, it was enough to hamper Jason's fighting ability. His face contorted in pain, and he whirled around to bring both weapons into the ghoul. The intense close-quarters combat had also attracted the attention of some of the more intelligent ghouls, who opened fire on Jason. He retreated to the nearest cover, one of the cars that made up Novac's walls that had been knocked over in the head of battle. He had been hit once in the ribcage as he did this, although thankfully the bullet didn't do any serious damage. Guardian was unhurt, but was quite distressed at the plight of his master. Jason tossed off his backpack and located his medical supplies. The bullet would have to be removed from his ribcage, so he injected a stimpak into his back, and the wound began to heal itself up. The back of his duster was bloodstained, but the wound was merely a sizable cut now instead of a deep laceration. Jason grabbed some Med-X and injected it into himself, wondering whether he should pull out the bullet or not. He occasionally took time to fire into the horde of ghouls.

Edited October 19, 2012 by Flipout6

[Macman253]

Ronin came up over the ridge to see his partner fighting the ghouls, the civilians who didn't have weapons must be inside, the towns guard were holding their own barely but the ferals made this fight a close quarters fight. Ronin flat out ran, as he ran he dropped the duffle bag of weapons near his wounded friend and drew his bow on the run, he notched an arrow and pulled back, the arrow loosed and passed through the hearts of two ferals coming at him in a line. He notched another and drew, he didn't even aim he loosed the arrow and willed it to go where he wanted. The arrow struck one of the Ghoul Officers in the eye, he knew this fight would get to close so he went back to his friend and handed him the shoulder holsters with the twin peacemakers, the engraved rattlesnakes on the grips shoned in the light.

 

"Here take these, a gift from a GLF sergeant..." He said as he pulled out a small cluster of arrows and pinched them to his bow with his forefinger and notched another arrow. He stood only to have a ghoul swipe at him, he ducked the swipe and hit the dirt, his back on the ground he pulled back the string and loosed an arrow into the ghouls skull, the ghoul toppled over just as Ronin rolled out of the way.

 

"The GLF soldiers are on the other side of the town, by the houses. If we kill the officer they will fall back!" He yelled over the gunfire, bullets peppering the small courtyard around the novac motel.

[Flipout6]

Jason put the peacemakers in his backpack for now, he didn't need them. He considered pulling out the bullet and using a stimpak to patch it up. This of course ran the risk of making him pass out, although the Med-X would help prevent that. Besides, if he moved around with the bullet within him it would cut and tear into his insides and possibly kill him. He pulled the one doctor's bag he carried out of his rucksack (it was a big rucksack, it could carry a lot.) And scrounged through it for some tweezers. He took a deep breath and inserted them into the wound. He was quite lucky that the bullet was not a hollow-point round, otherwise he'd have dozens of fragments to pull out. He pulled the bullet out, the Med-X dulling most, but not all, of the pain. Jason grunted and pulled it free. The bullet was intact, an armor-piercing round, so it kept its shape if it simply pierced flesh. No bullet fragments he'd need to pull out, then. He hit the bullet entry site with a stimpak and let it stitch itself up just as Ronin fell to the ground. Jason aimed his .44 at it, but Ronin had dealt with it in short order.

 

Once the wound was stitched up he packed everything up and put his pack back on. Guardian ambushed him to try and lick his face before he managed to struggle to his feet. He charged into the town without saying a word to Ronin, downing a feral as he went, and taking Ronin's bag of guns with him to place somewhere the ghouls couldn't access it.

 

"Hey, that Jason guy's not dead!" He heard a regulator yell. What Jason didn't hear was the regulator mutter under his breath "tough SOB, even if nobody likes him."

 

One local, who apparently was part of the defensive militia, was slammed into a wall by a feral ghoul, his varmint rifle flew out of his reach. Jason put a hole in the ghoul, and pulled the man up. Manny Vargas, who had since come down from the dino's mouth to protect the citizens, tore through a particularily troublesome ghoul with his hunting rifle. Boone was still cutting down the ghoul ranks from the mouth of the dino. One citizen Jason saw get shot three times by a ghoul with a pistol, and was killed instantly. Jason dropped the one ghoul, and switched his priorities from hunting the enemy leader to protecting the townsfolk, some of those idiots were just standingout in the open and shooting. Jason ordered everyone to find cover, preferably within a building. Guardian ran a good twenty meters and killed an armed ghoul before he knew what hit him.

 

However, despite all of this, the battle was going poorly. The regulators (Jason included) were the only competent defense besides the town snipers, Ranger Andy, and Ronin, and they were outnumbered two or three to one, even with the enemy casualties. If the NCR assisted in the town's defense, they would annex it as a price. Jason took cover and placed a stack of about six satchel charges in his left arm. Thinking fast, darted from cover and mined the entrance to the town with two rows of three, spread far enough apart that one mine wouldn't detonate the others if a single ghoul stepped on it. He could only do this once, however, as the only placable explosive device that remained on him was a single frag mine. He armed it and placed it behind the satchel charges as an extra layer of defense. He slipped on his spiked knuckles just in case he was ambushed from behind, and defended the entrance for as long a time as he could.

 

"Keep away from the entrance!" He shouted to anybody on his side within earshot.

[Macman253]

Ronin drew back his bow and loosed an arrow, the arrow flew straight and sunk fletching deep into the skull of a feral as it crawled on its hands towards one of the Novac citizens. He tapped a button on the compound bow and it collapsed. "Nice..." He thought as he stowed the bow and drew his Machete.

 

He reached into his coat and drew a machete gladius and charged, slicing the head clean with the gladius and parting its legs from his torso with his machete, the feral fell apart in a gory mass and ronin rolled to his left behind a barrier as the bullets from the ghoul soldiers raked the barrier, some punching through but most just bounced off the concrete barrier.

[BaldurAnthology]

With a spray of blood and gore, a feral ghoul's head exploded. Shortly after, another followed. And then another. The ferals left him alone, being a ghoul and all, but Greebo wasn't just gonna let them kill anyone. Nearby, his dog, Diefenbaker sat panting in the shade, his white husky fur making him a little too warm in the Mojave Desert. Greebo shot another feral that went after another Regulator. Damn the GLF! Greebo never understood why they wanted to make more ghouls. It would doom the rest of the populace, after all, Ghouls were sterile and couldn't breed. He sighed when he ran out of ammunition, and holstered his sniper rifle, drawing his machete and walking towards where a group of Regulators were holed up, the feral ghouls running around him, but ignoring him. He made his way towards the others that were fighting the Feral Ghouls, cheerfully beheading any ghoul in his path. He called out to the other regulators, his voice raspy from his ghoul state, but both his accent and his General's Redcoat outfit marked him as a British man,

 

"Top ho old chaps! Looks like you could use a little assistance, hey what? What say I lend a hand, hmm? If anyone has any sniper bullets, I would be grateful, but the main problem is all these bloody ferals. Now, I could try and turn a few of them against the GLF, being a ghoul they generally listen to us over humans. However, I cannot guarantee your safety through all this. I suggest you hold a perimeter, or barricade yourselves in a building."

[Macman253]

Ronin groaned in response and then quickly notched and arrow and loosed it, the arrow whipped past the stranger and went through a ferals eye before coming to a stop in the wooden wall behind the ghoul.

 

"We could hold up in the apartments, stock ammo and guns...but Regulators should be here soon." he said as he stood, he ran a hand through his braids and notched another arrow.

 

The stranger was oddly dressed but he was a good shot, thats all that really matters to him.

 

"I'm not a regulator..." He added as he whistled loudly at a few of the Militamen crouching near a wrecked car. "Take your ammo and civilians inside and hold up in the apartments." he barked at the militia.

[BaldurAnthology]

Greebo smiled, showing his still nearly full mouth of teeth.

 

"Well, I am with the Regulators, old bean. Just tell me where the enemy is, and give me at least one sniper bullet. They will no longer be your enemy, if you know what I mean?" Greebo smirked at that, absentmindedly beheading a ghoul who tried to run past him.

[Macman253]

Ronin kinda liked this guy. He peeked around the corner and saw the ghouls had begun entrenching by the brahmin ranch.

 

"Find the commander, kill him the siege stops..." Ronin said as he drew back on his bow and loosed an arrow, the arrow soared high into the sun and came down on a ghoul soldiers head as he chased after a woman, the arrow lodged itself deep into his skull and he dropped to the earth and rolled alittle with momentum.

 

He notched two more arrows and drew back on the string while laying the bow flat and loosing the arrows as the same woman was pursued by two ferals, the arrows sunk dead center into each ones chest and they fell into a pile of radiation rotted and mutated flesh.

 

"Thank you!" said the woman desperately as she wheeled around the corner and joined the other civilians.

[BaldurAnthology]

Digging through his pockets, Greebo found what he'd been hoping for.. one last sniper bullet. He ran up towards the hill, where he had left his dog, and looked out over the town with his binoculars. He spotted the commander pretty quick, a man ordering attacks and whatnot, looking a real pompous ass. He chambered the round, and steadied the rifle, aiming very carefully, he breathed out and held his breath..... BOOM! His sniper rifle fired off the round, the kick barely felt by Greebo, due to his years of conditioning. Unseen by him, the bullet traveled from the barrel of the gun, and soared through the air, seeking it's target. Greebo liked to imagine the bullets were alive, and he willed it towards it's target. In his imagination, the bullet soared over the battlefield, happily being a bullet, and then it saw it's target! IT happily struck the target right in the temple, exiting it's prey's skull sadly on the other side, and burying itself in the ground. Greebo watched as, with a surreal spray of crimson, the bullet found it's mark and the commander's head exploded. A smirk crossed Greebo's face, and he holstered his rifle again, whistling to Diefenbaker, and rushing down the hill again towards where his allies were. He called out,

 

"Done! The chap is feeling a little.. light headed, if you get my drift, eh?" He smiled hugely, and watched his dog take down a feral who had tried to attack him.

 

"The name's Greebo, old bean, absolutely corking to meet you. This is my dog, Diefenbaker." He gestured to the husky.

 

"What's your name?"

[Macman253]

Ronin looked him over cautiously. He never had good reasons to trust Regulators but these two seemed okay to him. "Ronin, my name is Ronin.." He said calmly, he heard the ghouls beginning their retreat as the civilians opened fire from the apartment windows. Ronin took the time to retrieve the arrows his could which didn't take him long and he came back to the courtyard. An older woman came out of the office, a pistol in her hands.

 

"Is it over?" she asked him, he looked at the gun and smiled. The gun's slide was pulled back and it wasn't even loaded.

 

"Yeah they are gone..."