Author Topic: Fallout V.Hello, Dave.  (Read 12935 times)

He returns, but instead of the medical attire he was wearing a moment ago, he is in combat gear. There are also two soldiers with him, both armed.

"Bad news. We're under attack by some raiders, and they managed to get their hands on some tanks. I want you to stay here while we deal with this, alright?"

"Command here. We read you, Blackjack."

Joe and Tom both want hamburgers.
I approached him putting a hand on his rifle with my right hand

I told him I owed him a blood debt and want to repay it, but of course I could not speak, so a simple gesture of my head tilt and my posture straight implied such

"Roger that."
"Alright then, we'll hold our ground until help arrives. For the time being, keep any significant targets off of me."
I fire a few more shots and reload.

Jerry safeguards you until a friendly helicopter enters the AO. The doorgunner wipes out the rest of the deserters almost effortlessly.

Your squad is returned to base.

David walks into the store, looking around before beginning to pick up the three hamburgers (which are hopefully packaged/sealed or something). "How convenient!"

He comes back out, climbing up into the back of the truck just before it starts to pull out and continue it's trip northwest. David hands over the hamburgers to Joe and Tom, before unwrapping his own. "Whelp, back on the road."

Tom attempts to get you and Joe talking.

"So... What did you two nobs do before the bombs hit? I fished for lobsters. Had my own boat and everythin'."

I enter the city and stick with the guards

Not much goes on. You make small talk with the guards here and there, but besides the occasional refugee nothing goes in or out.

I approached him putting a hand on his rifle with my right hand

I told him I owed him a blood debt and want to repay it, but of course I could not speak, so a simple gesture of my head tilt and my posture straight implied such

You stagger a little, due to the meds you're on.

"Now isn't the time. If you want to repay me, do it when you're healthy. For now, just stay safe."



We carry Rob into a medical tent via stretcher.
The squad anxiously waits for his status report.

Tom attempts to get you and Joe talking.

"So... What did you two nobs do before the bombs hit? I fished for lobsters. Had my own boat and everythin'."
Dave glances towards Tom, before speaking.

"Well, heh-.. I worked in a supermarket back in Kentucky. Nothing too interesting, just kinda' a small job to keep things going. I had my own car, if that counts."

We carry Rob into a medical tent via stretcher.
The squad anxiously waits for his status report.

His brain got grazed pretty badly, and it knocked him unconscious the second he got hit. His eye's also destroyed.

Dave glances towards Tom, before speaking.

"Well, heh-.. I worked in a supermarket back in Kentucky. Nothing too interesting, just kinda' a small job to keep things going. I had my own car, if that counts."

"Nifty," Tom notes.

Joe then puts in:

"I was a mechanic. Fixed cars, you know. Simple job, if you think about it."

Marcus looks to recruit people into the local Guard chapter to defend the town.

"stuff." I give a look that shows I feel responsible for what happened.
"Guys, I hate to say it, but we're gonna have to find somebody to take Rob's spot for a while or permanently if he doesn't fully recover."
 We look for a DMR for Jerry.
We approach a corpsman and an automatic rifleman.


Joe then puts in:

"I was a mechanic. Fixed cars, you know. Simple job, if you think about it."
"Sounds pretty neat, working on cars. 'Could never really work out how to do that stuff."

David looks to the road behind them. "How far are we from Michigan, if anyone knows?"

oh stuff i had no idea this was based on the nation RP

Marcus looks to recruit people into the local Guard chapter to defend the town.

Recruiting is met with mixed results. You recruit 10 men, though.

"Sounds pretty neat, working on cars. 'Could never really work out how to do that stuff."

David looks to the road behind them. "How far are we from Michigan, if anyone knows?"

Tom and Joe both have no idea.

"stuff." I give a look that shows I feel responsible for what happened.
"Guys, I hate to say it, but we're gonna have to find somebody to take Rob's spot for a while or permanently if he doesn't fully recover."
 We look for a DMR for Jerry.
We approach a corpsman and an automatic rifleman.

Jerry is assigned a DMR. The national guard is too wide-stretched and cannot find a replacement for Rob yet.




Name: Malikov Vladovich
Ethnicity: Slavic Russian
Age: 32
Physical characteristics: Long, messy black hair; stubble goatee, average height and strength. Fairly smart.
Bio/description: A former Russian spy to America that was in the hospital for pneumonia when the memo was sent about the bombing, and he was stranded here in the nuclear wasteland. Strong socialist political views...
Allegiance (can be blank): Torn between the Russian government, his former employer, and Russian rebels, for he was stranded in the wasteland by Russia
Location: Tacoma


Marcus is somewhat disappointed with the results, but understands that the town and locals have little to no reason to trust him. The recruits are given basic military training and then specialized training from the present men. Marcus requests a trainer from Grayling, preferably a reconnaissance specialist.

The Blackhawks are used to help scavenge the abandoned Rogers City, and most of what is found is distributed to the locals. Additionally, radio equipment is set up and used to send a broadcast to the local area (within about 100 miles) on most frequencies, civilian and military, notifying them of the Guard presence on the island and requesting volunteers.  


Tom and Joe both have no idea.

David looks back outside of the truck. "Well, I think we're gonna be coming up on Toledo here soon, so we're not too far off from Michigan."

Marcus is somewhat disappointed with the results, but understands that the town and locals have little to no reason to trust him. The recruits are given basic military training and then specialized training from the present men. Marcus requests a trainer from Grayling, preferably a reconnaissance specialist.

The Blackhawks are used to help scavenge the abandoned Rogers City, and most of what is found is distributed to the locals. Additionally, radio equipment is set up and used to send a broadcast to the local area (within about 100 miles) on most frequencies, civilian and military, notifying them of the Guard presence on the island and requesting volunteers. 

An alarming message is sent by Camp Grayling - they are under attack by raiders. They're outnumbered and the raiders have armored support.

David looks back outside of the truck. "Well, I think we're gonna be coming up on Toledo here soon, so we're not too far off from Michigan."

Tom nods, and Joe follows.


An alarming message is sent by Camp Grayling - they are under attack by raiders. They're outnumbered and the raiders have armored support.

Most of the men at the island are dispatched to Grayling; of the 40 men there, about 30 respond, 15-20 of them seasoned Guard units.

The Blackhawks land safely at the Camp Grayling airstrip and meet up with Grayling's defense forces immediately. Marcus has Grayling and Mackinac send out a distress call to Guard units around the state.

Marcus looks around for Major Albourgh for orders.