Fallout: Wild Horses (Started, Open)

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A place. At a time.
The Deathclaw had avoided Joe's kneecapping, and would be upon him in seconds. No time to reload, but time to plan.
[Survival 90/85]Since the knees weren't an option, what was? The Deathclaw would probably expect the limbs. There were a few parts of a Deathclaw that was just as soft and squishy as a humans, and most of them were much bigger targets than on humans.
The Deathclaw had leaped into the air to lunge at Joe. Perfect.
[Unarmed 50]Joe wasn't the best unarmed combatant around. He was far from a power-armored martial-artist can of whoopass...
[Ranger Takedown]...But he was good enough. Rangers were extensively trained in how to down someone in melee range to give themselves enough breathing room to reload.
Joe fell to his back as the claw came at him, hooked his feet into it's gut, and kept it moving. It didn't matter how heavy it was, the claw's lunge would provide all the necessary force. Joe just had to redirect it.
A cluster of plasma flew over where the Deathclaw would have been if Joe hadn't moved it.
Since the plasma was aimed at the Deathclaw, this was either a friend until the claws were dealt with at which point he'd be a raider, a friend for realzies, or a terrible shot.
No time to ponder that now.
[Agility]Joe leaped up, and reloaded.

Malkos, McGrath, Martin, and Joe... THEY'RE COPS!

McGrath had a bit of a problem. He'd only focused on one Deathclaw, the one in motion. He'd kinda' missed the fact that Malkos had a friend in the ring, so to speak, which was one of the reasons the two guys had been having such a problem. After he shot at the gray Deathclaw and missed - as per the Joe maneuver - the regular Deathclaw had been slightly winged by the cluster and Joe jumped up right into its face, since Martin had taken a tumble away from it The creature was...unsure of who to go after for a second, but it was probably going to go for Joe. The only thing about that was...he was REALLY up in its grill right now, in the right-in-front-of-it spot that is difficult to claw-swipe, although there is a mouth.

During this time, Malkos was propelled down the hill. Serious vaulting had occurred. Joe had mananged to send the gray Deathclaw into a roll that pretty much went "Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." as he rolled down there in a somersaulting fashion. He eventually landed in a bush, on top of something fox-like that tries to ambush things. He heard it screeching under his body, trying to get out because he was driving it out of its little mind. Malkos got up, picking up the critter by the scruff of its neck and looked at it. He could eat it, or...hmmm... Five sseconds later, a screeching White Tail was hurled through the air at a trajectory that would land it on Mcgrath's head..

"Ragh! I missed!"

You know darned well who he was aimming for.

I-25 Lootapoolza

Jacob looked at the dying man, and his injuries, with a rather blank expression. Then, with a shake of his head, he waved Kaiden away, taking the man's wrist himself. Reaching into his coat, the doctor pulled out a syringe filled with a purple liquid. "I'd prefer something less...messy." Pushing the needle into the man's arms, Jacob only injected a small portion of the fluid into the man.

However, what little he put in appeared to be enough, as the raider seized his last breath, then lay still. "A cocktail of the most lethal poisons in the Wasteland, coupled with strong painkillers to mute their toll on the body." Jacob spoke absentmindedly, knowing that most people ask what was in the syringe. "I use it only for euthanasia, gives me an excuse not to change the needle."

With a weak chuckle, Jacob looked back at the Super Mutant. "Indulge a curiosity for me? How long have your people been in Wyoming? What drove them up here?"

The wastes of Wyoming

Time was slowing for Martin or atleast the drugs made him perceive it that way. The pain from the tumble evaporated and the only sensation he got from the claw wound was a slight burning sensation. He looked at the alpha, it seemed to have just tossed a whitetail at something, it must have botched its leap.

Martin aimed his rifle, emptied his lungs, and unloaded the rest of his clip on the deathclaw. Taking the briefest of moments with the first shot to try and hit its eye, and having the other two shots aimed at its center of mass.

He dropped the rifle after that, then grabbed his machete in one hand and his revolver in the other. He wasn't going to let a claw take him like this.

Wyoming
Joe was staring down a Deathclaw.
The stupid kind.
Or rather, the relatively stupid kind.
He was too close to it for it to get in a good swing, but he was also too close to get in a good shot.
[Ranger Takedown]Of course, nobody's that close to a Ranger for long. A quick leg-sweep followed by a palm strike sent the Deathclaw tumbling in the direction of the albino, but not before it nicked Joe's left shoulder with one of its horns. [As your secondary arm's condition goes down, Shoot to Wound has a chance of failure equal to your lost limb condition.](Limb condition 75% If I attempt to use [Shoot to wound] I will flip two coins, and if they both come up tails the perk fails)
An unfamiliar creature was thrown by the albino.
[Animal Friend 1]Even had it not missed, it would not attack Joe.
[Guns 85][Gunslinger][Cowboy][Shoot to Wound]While the albino was in the open from the throw, Joe lined up a shot on its left eye. Joe cocked the hammer.
[Survival 90/80]A Deathclaw's eyes were just a soft as a human's eyes, but a lot bigger. While may Deathclaws adapt to blindness over time, they weren't an immediate threat when blind.
*Bang*

Cheyton Outskirts, Eastern Side

The radio buzzed and crackled. A small dust storm was interfering with the broadcast. Shinty gave the box a good kick, and the channel suddenly came through crystal clear. The wiry old man with an enormous white beard settled back down in his rocking chair, listening to the news. Popping another bottle of Nuka Cola and straightening the old beach umbrella offering shade, Shinty strapped on his sand goggles, and let the news play out.

"In other news, there has been no word in recent days on the whereabouts of Vincent Hastings, assumed wanted by the Great Khans. Hastings was last seen last Friday, when he brought in the bounty on Khan member, John Ackerman. We can only hope that the Red Eyed Reaper has moved on, guy gave me the creeps. (wait, I'm not allowed to say that out loud on air? Fuck you Bert, it's my radio station, I can say whatever the fuck I want!... Oh yeah, you walk away, see if I care!)

... Moving on. Violent crime in Cheyton's residential areas and slums has taken a sharp rise in recent days. Witnesses claim that several gangs have begun open warfare in the town streets on the west end. Citizens are advised to avoid contact with any members of the gangs known as the Knuckleheads and the Twisted Hares (or Feral Rabbits, or whatever they call themselves).

...There has still been no contact with Fort Laramie following disturbing signs of smoke rising from the Great Khan capital. Reports are still incoming from eyewitnesses. Well, that's all for now, ladies, I'm Flint Darrel, leaving you with another commercial free classic rock block, starting now!"

Shinty took a huge swig of Nuka, gasping a contented sigh. It looked like the dust storm was settling. Fresh (well, cold fusion) cola, good music (even if Darrel only had one holodisk of Rolling Stones music), and the best view in the wasteland (across a barren, featureless desert). This was the life, or at least, the only one that Shinty had found acceptable to his likings.

The shifting sands sank back to the ground. But a line of black specks stayed floating around Shinty's eye level. Squinting through his goggles, he realized that the specks were actually... nightmares? No, not those death horses, they were too big. Oh, wait, no, those were just the riders. But the only people Shinty knew who rode nightmares were the Great Khans. And they only came through Cheyton once a month anyways. And only a few at a time. Not several hundred, stretched across the horizon.

They didn't look like the Khans he remembered. Dirty, yeah, that was the same, but so was everybody in Wyoming. Dust and dirt were the only things in abundance that weren't trying to kill people. The Khans passing by looked different somehow. They were drawn, ragged, and exhausted. Nothing at all like the proud, confident bullies that he'd met. Several of the horses were laden with wounded people, others with the dead. A young Khan with a red bandana stopped beside Shinty's sunbathing spot.

The boy was finished, bent double over his horse. He pulled a handful of caps out of his vest pocket and tossed them at Shinty. "Can you answer a couple questions?"

"Sure," said Shinty in a squeaky voice. "But you might not like the answer. I don't like to talk about my nether regions to strangers." The old man pointed a scolding finger at Ollie.

"That's.... that's not what I was going to ask you. Like, at all."

"Oh, well, my apologies, then. What did you want to know?"

Ollie leaned over his saddle, glancing from side to side. "Have you seen any groups of people moving around out there? At night?"

Shinty shook his shriveled head. "Nope, not much to see out there. Just the way I like it."

"Well, if you do see any, let one of my buddies here know, okay? There are bad people out there."

Shinty started sniggering. "If there's bad people out there, what do you think you'll find in here?" he said, sticking his thumb at the fenced gate to Cheyton's interior. "It's a bloody warzone inside, sonny."

Ollie kicked at Allegre's sides, catching up with the rest of his friend. "It'll be a lot worse soon enough."

I-25 Vulture's paradise

Kaiden watched as the man's eyes closed as he went into a peaceful and eternal slumber. It was a good way to die after his suffering, which prompted Kaiden to think that maybe he was being a little savage. Looking like a brute in front of all these people would do nothing to improve peoples image of his people, especially in an area they were new to.

. "Indulge a curiosity for me? How long have your people been in Wyoming? What drove them up here?" Asked the doctor.

"My people and I have been here for just 4 months, though this is the first time I have wandered these wastes since I moved here, so... So it was likely I would get lost" Kaiden answered, slightly embarrassed. He let out a loud laugh straight after, "Haha! But luckily I bumped into you again friend!" He patted Jacobs back hard. "Not many people are so willing to help a Super Mutant, most would kill us on first sight..." He sighed, his tone a little more serious again, "That is why we moved here, we peaceful Mutants came to establish a relationship with the locals based on trade and good will, to finally live without fear."

Kaiden walked back to his cloak, pulling it over his shoulders, leaving the hood down this time. He walked back to Jacob, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I am in your debt for helping me so much friend, and I intend to return the favor, but first I must get back to my people. Tell me where you are headed and I will find you and I will pay you back"

Cheyton Streets
The street goers promptly receded to let the massive column of Khans pass by. Three hundred weary riders pushed their way through the winding roads, shoving aside anyone stupid enough not to move. The Khans were friends with Cheyton and the other members of the Local Federation, but they were the power in Wyoming, and nothing would get between them and what they wanted. A dozen of the biggest, toughest members of the group threw the doors of the Followers Clinic wide open, forcefully vacating the premises. The protesting Followers were subsequently thrown out on their asses, while the Khans liberated several gurneys, wheeling their wounded comrades through the building.

Harland grabbed one of the doctors and pinned her to the wall. "Where the fuck do you keep the chems? Tell me, or I swear to god, you'll be the one needing a dose of Med-X!"

The nurse, June, was unimpressed with Harland's threats. "The Med-X is in the storage cabinet at the back of the Auto Doc room. But if you want that machine to run without killing the person you shove inside it, you'll need our help."

"Then fucking do it! I don't care what it takes, get that fucking thing running."

June held up a wrinkly finger. "Not so fast, buddy. If you want my help, you and your thugs have to bring all the people you just launched out the front doors back in. I am not going to offer aid to someone who has no regard for others."

Harland was huffing angrily, growing redder by the second. "Fine," he spat. "Fine, we do things your way. Where can we put our boys? I don't think we have enough room." Harland let June down, pocketing the knife he had discreetly been drawing.

June gently pushed him aside, and immediately changed into her business face. "All right, when you're done moving my patients back in, get as many of your friends to line up the wounded. We need to make a triage center. I'll ask Mander if we can use his garage for some more space. Do any of you have medical experience?"

Harland was rather confused, still angry, but at least rational enough to work with the Ghoul. "Yeah, uh, I mean, yeah, yeah we do. Jack and Melissa were running the chem lab back at Laramie. They had a sorta school thing going on. A few of us know how to treat injuries. I don't think we have any surgeons though. We just use chems.

"Leave the surgery to our doctors," said June, grabbing a clipboard and jotting down notes. "Just work with me, and I can save your people."

"All of them?" asked Harland, a hint of desperation gnawing at his voice."

June simply stared at the Great Khan. "I make no promises, son. I'm a doctor, not a liar."

The Twisted Hares' Turf: War Zone

"Goodbye, Mer-Mer..."

The sounds were a gunshot in the Youngest Little Rabbit's ears as Vera's words, possibly last words, fell upon them and caused the Plasma Bunny to jump out of her hiding spot and start the short sprint towards the Brawling Ball Bunny's crash site.

"OhGodOhGodohGod, what've I done. VERA!!!!" Mercy called out as she raced into the building, heedless of any danger that might have been signalled by the explosions or gun fire, or howling, heedless of the Keeper that had spotted her and was now fast on her heels as she raced towards her stricken sister.

"VERA!!!! VERA!!!!!!" She called out as she rounded a corner and came to skidding stop as she saw exactly what it was that she saw.

The electrolitic fluid that pooled up under Vera's "body" was reddish in the dimly lit room and resembled blood, despite the little eyeBot's robotic nature. The sparks that coursed all over the Beleaguered Bunny's exo-frame made her spasm as if she was siezing but none of that was caught by Mercy's panicked mind. Instead, she was focused on one singular objective: Saving Vera.

"Vera. I'm sorry. I'm - so - sorry." The Youngest Bunny said as she knelt next to her sister to examine the damage that had been sustained.

"Your aux power core's been breached, V. Your Main power core's almost completely drained. I need to get your hooked up to some power." The Builder Bunny said as she looked around the room in desperation to see if there was anything that could be used to repair the Baller Bunny and saw absolutely nothing. She could have routed power from the wall outlets to Vera but that would keep Mercy from moving her back to the Rabbit Hole.

Checking herself, she could only find one thing, her Plasma Pistol.

CRACK!!!

That was the sound of the grip of Mercy's plasma pistol being ripped away from the frame as the Repair Rabbit exposed the electrical leads that lead to her plasma pistol's primary and secondary ignition switches.

"Alright V. Don't worry. I'm gonna save you. I'm gonna help you, sis. Don't worry." The Youngest Bunny said as she attached the plasma pistol Vera's chassis using the flame thrower's mount point.

"I'm gonna hook up your Auxiliary Power first, that way when I hook up your main power, I won't lose you." The Engineer Rabbit said as she pulled out the electrical leads from the aux power core and hooked it up to the secondary ignition switches. Checking the the power subsystems, she saw the aux power reading go green as Vera's body accepted the "transplant."

Pulling out the main power leads was a bit more complex since they were so heavily embedded in Vera's chassis.

"Almost done, Ver-Bear." Mercy muttered as she hooked up the positive electrical lead to the primary ignition switch and positioned the negative lead to be hooked up.

"Okay, V. Good as -"

The girl's words were cut off as a hand silently clamped down on the her mouth and dragged her off, leaving Vera on Aux Power and one lead short of main power.


The sound of barking woke Mercy up as she found herself inside a cage.

"oh no" The Trapped Rabbit whispered as she found herself in the tender care of the Keepers.

I-25, Where Dead Men Lay

"That's hard to tell..." Jacob rubbed the back of his head as he thought about where he would actually be over the course of the next few days. "I guess New Wheatland would be the safest bet, but I'm with the caravan, and it moves around a lot." With a shrug, the doctor pointed down the highway. "Yeah, okay, if you want to repay me, then meet me in New Wheatland. If we miss each other, then I'll just write off the debt."


Follower's Clinic/Jacob's Hospital (YOU DECIDE!)

June glanced over the injuries of the wounded that kept passing her as they moved those on the brink of death into the Auto-Doc operating rooms near the back of the clinic. "Quite the battle..." The nurse muttered to herself as those riddled with bullets, mauled by dogs, and sliced open wheeled by.

Then, she remembered the letter that Jacob had sent her, detailing the destruction of Fair Wanderings by the Last Legion. Turning to speak to the still-distressed Harland, June calmly asked for confirmation. "Was it the Legion?"

A Rabbit's disgust

Between the blood loss, the effort of recollecting her weapons and enduring her pain. Tessa had plenty of time to be left alone with her thoughts, horrified with her actions, reflecting upon the way she had treated those around her. Specifically with how her paranoia, over-reliance on instinct before thought and selfishness had alienated and hurt those she had began to care for and some even love.


Tessa was no doctor but she could feel that the stimpacks were surely winning in the battle of blood loss, they did nothing, however, when it came to the fact that her body was aching. She had truly spent the capacity of her energy fighting...no...murdering...in order to save her conflicted life.

Enter the Angel of Death, Victoria, to aid her weakened body along the rooftop.

"Ow ow, oh that really hurts...Thank you Vicky. Your timing couldn't...ahh...be more perfect." The Broken Bunny winced as her body pulsed with pain and discomfort after each major step.

The sounds of more of those murderous children could be heard, howls split her ears and thrashing could be heard nearby. Tessa was in no condition to fight, however, Vicky showed the opposite while unfolding a rather large and elegant rifle.

Gently placed down, Tessa half-observed the Undertaker's actions. More attention was paid to Vicky's face and movement, something was different, the way she carried herself seemed to reflect her own feelings: regret and sorrow. But why?

"I'm sorry Shifty."

Moving to gain a better view and to make sense of the Undertaker's words, it was very easy to conclude: The raging brahmin. Tessa had realized that this was the same brahmin that accompanied Victoria upon their first meeting and having its presence outside the house.

It wasn't long before the brahmin was no more. Vicky, however, could be heard losing a part of herself through the muffled weeping. Tessa had lost her pet Molerat, although that was an accident. Vicky had sacrificed something she loved in order to survive.

Laying her hand on Victoria's shoulder, Tessa squeezed lightly, reassuring her that she was not alone. "I'm really sorry."

"Let's go. It looks like your sister and her eyeBot sister are in trouble."

Although it wasn't mentioned, Tessa had noticed what could only be Vera's fiery handiwork before the loud crash was heard during her fight.

Standing on her own volition, Tessa gently took the hand of Vicky with the intent of helping her up. Stopping to nod towards the fourteen scattered bodies of children on the rooftop, she hadn't let go and delicately turned the motion into a full hug.

"What the hell have I become? This isn't me!"

Tessa was many things: a prideful thief, con-woman, opportunist and a show-off with a blade, to mention a few. However, a murderer...of children?! She only ever fought in self-defence or for the protection of a loved one.

"...kids."

With tears of her own, Tessa felt purely disgusted with her actions. She enjoyed a fight, but not killing. There's a reason she avoided it all costs.

"I'm so sorry, Vicky. For how I treated you. For how I've acted. For everything...for so muc-!" Choking on her last word and clutching the Undertaker tightly, she eventually let go before looking away in shame of herself.


The emotionally wounded pair made their way back to the ground and moved towards the estimated location of Vera's crash.

Tessa was thankful that Vicky occasionally aided her movement when the pain from her knee grew too great. Tessa made a mental note to make Vicky breakfast in bed again.

"I need to get to my sisters. Both of them. This is all my fault."

Hoping that Vera and Mercy was safe by this point, the pair rounded the corner and discovered a ruined structure marked with electrical sparks.

"VERA!?" Inside, Tessa caught a glimpse of a green glow and sparks of electricity, despite the pain, she rushed inside to her spherical sister. "I'm here! Your sister is here!" Tears were once more streaking down Tessa's face as she inevitably blamed herself once more.

Markus made it to the crash site of the pet robot, but not first. He stayed in the shadows, with his pistol drawn as Mercy came in. She panicked, -of course, emotional investment and all that- and began working. Markus was impressed she managed to break her pistol, but stayed silent. Perhaps too silent, as he noticed the keeper come in and take her.

Markus was about to take the shot... but thought better of it. This was an enemy, and if they were kidnapping her... He could find their base, destroy it, and take out a particularly nasty thorn in their side. He was about to take off, but the others soon arrived. The Undertaker, his savior, took out her pistol, and offered a mercy killing. MArkus couldn't stay for the result, he was off to track the lug that had taken her.

The guy was good, somewhat. He covered his tracks, or at least tried to, this made the ground he had treaded more distinct as there was simply a path of nothingness. This might've actually been easier to track... Regardless, he came to their encampments a moment or two after them, though he had to take care of security...

It took a moment, but he had made his way to them quietly. No gun, yet, so he had to do this the old fashioned way. His ice ax lodged its way into the first ones neck, and as he gurgled in surprise, Markus moved to the second one. He moved his arm under his chin, and choked the man against the wall. He, to, gurgled. Markus sighed, and snapped the bastards neck. He turned to look, the base was fortified but he hadn't been caught yet. He looked at the guards, they had armor... and dynamite. Markus grinned. The destruction would be quick.

Markus armored up, a new pauldron and chestguard, much like his old Legion stuff. Also a pair of kneepads and some unlit dynamite in his pockets. He began moving to key points in the camp, making an exit strategy as he went. He only had to kill a few more, but not pairs or groups. He placed the dynamite as he went, and lit it. Luckily he moved fast enough that by the time the explosion wrecked something, he was already onto his next target.

Finally, he made it to where they kept their true weapon. The kids. Several cages littered the area, and Markus looked into each one.

"No her... No her... No her... Ah, there you are!" Markus smiled as he unlocked the cage, "You weren't here for too long, right?" Markus drew his pistol as he waited for her to get out. This was the penultimate place that had yet to explode, so it was only natural guards would flood the area soon...

EmperorZuma:

Follower's Clinic/Jacob's Hospital (YOU DECIDE!)

June glanced over the injuries of the wounded that kept passing her as they moved those on the brink of death into the Auto-Doc operating rooms near the back of the clinic. "Quite the battle..." The nurse muttered to herself as those riddled with bullets, mauled by dogs, and sliced open wheeled by.

Then, she remembered the letter that Jacob had sent her, detailing the destruction of Fair Wanderings by the Last Legion. Turning to speak to the still-distressed Harland, June calmly asked for confirmation. "Was it the Legion?"

"Looked like it," said Harland. "By the time my group got to Laramie, whoever did this was long gone. There were definitely Legion among them, crucified khans, lottery executions. But I don't think they were alone. Way too many tracks for just the Legion. Have you seen anything strange in town, miss... sorry, I missed your name. Miss?"


Ollie sat in the clinic's back room, watching the whirring Auto-Doc in next room over work its magic. But some things just couldn't be fixed. Regis lay dying on a bed, surrounded by mourning Khans. When they had found what was left of Laramie, Papa Regis had been nailed to the side of the main building, forced to stare down at the butchery that had befallen the Great Khans. Hundreds had been killed in the huge fight, but losing Papa stung the hardest.

Jack and Melissa knelt beside his bed, grasping Regis's trembling hands. The Auto-Doc's surgeon protocol had mended the wounds, but the Khan's internal bleeding had been too great. He had minutes to live. Gripping Melissa's hand even tighter, Regis spoke, his voice still firm in the face of his mortal wounds. "Mel, I know you and Jack are happy together. Right now, you two represent the most senior Khans in the tribe. They need their Mama, and they need a Papa. I can't do anything more for them now. I leave it up to you. Make me proud."

Melissa spoke through tears, washing away the dirt from her face. "Don't you worry, Regis. We'll do the best we can."

Regis smiled faintly. "Just what I wanted to hear." Papa Khan stared towards the gathered tribals, before closing his eyes, and letting his grip slide from the new leaders' hands. Papa Khan Regis was dead.

Jack, unusually quiet, and unusually lucid, grimaced, fighting to hold back tears. His face was puffy and red, and the old junkie stood up and left the room. Ollie and the other Khans waited in silence, paying their respects to the fallen Papa, and to all the others caught in the massacre.

Burned-out Shanty

Vera had been about to completely pass out when Mercy cannibalized her treasured plasma pistol. Had Vera been able to power her voice module, she would have begged with the Brilliant Bunny not to save her.

No... Mer-Mer! I'm not worth it! Don't! No... its your pistol... you... love that thing. I can't...

Too late though, her auxiliary power was on and keeping her awake now. And then some asshole Keeper grabbed Mercy and dragged her off. Only then did Vera find her voice.

"You son of a bitch! Let her go!" the little eyebot yelled, her fury giving extra volume to her voice, "STOP! Leave her alone! Take me! You can sell me for scrap damn it!"

The Keeper didn't even acknowledge Vera as he dragged Mercy off. Vera tried to turn on her hover jets again, but... nothing happened. Either there wasn't enough power yet... or they were too heavily damaged to be any use right now.

Then Tessa showed up. To the little eyebot's surprise, the Thievius Rabbitus was... apologizing? Vera had thought the girl was too proud for that.

VERA?! the Wascully Wabbit said, tears streaking down her face, I'm here! You're sister is here!"

Without hesitation, Vera shouted the following warning:

"Go save Mercy! One of those assholes with the kids took her! Save HER! GO! DAMNIT GO!"

Vera would be glaring at Tessa and crying right now if she could. She didn't even bother acknowledging the Undertaker's offer. At this point, Vera was too pissed off at Tessa and too worried about Mercy to care.

Halfway between the Slums and the Markets of Cheyton

Ulysses threw his binoculars down in disgust when he saw the Keeper kidnap the youngest of the Rabbit sisters. His fists were clenched so tightly that some of his less well-maintained fingernails were threatening to break the skin on his palms and draw blood. He ran along the rooftops, easily jumping every gap as he followed the Keeper that had grabbed Mercy to its lair.

There, the Courier of the East, took up a great position on a small guard tower (knocking the on-duty rent-a-cop out with a swift punch to the jaw), and readied his sniper rifle.

He aimed at the Keeper's head, and fired. He heard the howls of their pets as they tried to charge his position. Ulysses reached into a pocket, and shot off a flare-gun to signal both the Knuckleheads and the fledgling Twisted Hares.

This town seems determined to make a Jezebel of my history. Even Kai-Tzar never quite managed to be this... insufferable.

Instead of sniping at the kids, he set the rifle down next to the guard, and hurriedly clambered down to the ground and drew Old Glory. In a sequence of smooth, deft motions, he met the howling children's charge and knocked them out one by one with the blackjack-esque end of his staff.

Thus clearing the path for Markus. When Markus appeared, Ulysses slid back into the shadows. Markus ran right past the broken bodies of the children and Ulysses' hiding spot. Once he was sure that Mercy would be safe, Ulysses stepped out of the shadows and drew a flare gun. He pointed it straight up in the air before discarding it.

"You seem... familiar," the Bearer of the Old World Flag said, taking a few careful steps towards Markus and Mercy, "Did we share the same path once? I wonder..."

Jacob's Hospital

"June, Nurse June, Head of Staff here." She was tempted to smile, a bit happier to see a more accepting tone in Harland's voice, but she suppressed it. Getting friendly now would probably just make the rest of the Khan's stay harder. Even at a casual glance, not many of them were going to survive.

Speaking of, another nurse came scurrying down the hallway, her shoes clacking hard against the tiled floor. However, even though her subdued panic was obvious, the lady was smart enough to keep her grim news quiet. Leaning in to whisper, June held her breath, who was their first casualty? "Ma'am, Op-4 has just finished up, but the Auto-Doc couldn't save the patient. Papa Regis, the Khan's leader, is dead."

June sighed at the news, it certainly wasn't going to go over well if delivered poorly, and she'd rather not have her clinic sacked. Taking a brief moment to think, June decided it was best to just bring the two together. "Could you please come with me?" June turned away from the nurse and spoke to Harland. "There's something you should see."

"Did we share the same path once? I wonder..."

Markus growled at the newcomer, and noticed the dead behind him. Not by his hand, therefore the stranger. Markus tensed up, and drew his pistol, circling slowly around the man.

"Recognize me? Tell me, are you- Wait..." Markus stopped, and looked at him closely. The hair, it was familiar. The respirator hid the mans face, but he could tell...

"Ulysses." Markus didn't lower his pistol, but he showed less hostility in his stance and speech, "What brings an ex-Frumentarius around here? Have you heard anything from the rest of the Last Legion?" Legate Virgil was worried for his people, but more worried what Ulysses was doing here. Had he rejoined, or would he try to kill him like so many others? Virgil had the ear of the Monster, had he wanted it, perhaps he was more valid for assassination than previously thought...

In the end, he sighed, and lowered his pistol, offering a hand for Mercy. He stared, blank, at the Frumentarii in the meantime...

Cheyton: Keeper Compound.

Ulysses folded his arms to keep himself from clenching his fists any further. When he spoke, it was again in that same gruff monotone, though there was a slight edge to it this time, as if... "I may be a slave to the Legion's methods, but I am no longer a slave to its purpose. I haven't followed the will of history's hypocrite for twenty summers now."

Ulysses drew Old Glory again, but this time, to use it as a walking stick. He leaned on it heavily, more for show than anything else.

"As for the Last Legion," Ulysses said, "I intend to bring their dreams of conquest and rape to an end. Death is all they have sown ever since Kai-Tzar met his death at the Dam; and death is all the Last Legion and its Monster has earned in kind. They believe in nothing but the 'glory' of battle now. And they achieve nothing more than carnage and self-slaughter. Won't be long before the 'Profligates' unite against the Monster's horde, and put a halt to the Legion's last breath."

Ulysses stopped advancing once he was within a distance of ten feet to Markus and Mercy.

"It is inevitable. I mean to hasten their demise," he said, "And... find a better future."

That last part was barely said above a whisper. As if what little hope remained within the beat-up old Courier was struggling to breathe life into the man.

"Know this, Legate Virgil," Ulysses said, recognizing the young man now, "The day I set my flag down will be over my body or a nation I believe in."

And with that, Ulysses turned to leave. Giving Markus and Mercy a view of the Old World Flag on his back.

"The day I set my flag down will be over my body or a nation I believe in."

Markus' heart sank. He had left, and now the Legion were returning to their old ways in force. His shoulders slumped as he lowered the pistol and sighed. All his damned hard work, all for naught?

"Tell me, have they destroyed my Legion yet? I don't want them dead by association, I had men and women in there, friends! Did they not try to fight?!" Markus took a step towards the retreating Ulysses, then stopped.

"No... I suppose you wouldn't know." He had tried to keep them a secret, his own Frumentarii, only the Monster of the East had truly known of them... and he would've wiped them out by now. His heart felt heavier, poor old Doc. Poor old everyone there, they had probably been crucified as Profligates.

"Tch. Old war flag? There is nothing in the past but the dead, fools, and memories..." Markus shook his head as he started home, beckoning Mercy to follow. He'd keep them safe. It was the least he could do...

Rabbit Retrieval

"Vera Rabbit... I've come to bring an end to your pain if you wish and allow you the opportunity to die with dignity."

Tessa was touched by how Victoria was performing the rites of an Undertaker, however, she did not like what this meant. Was this it? Is Vera going to die because of her previously heated accusations? She was about to lose the family she had just met.

"However... if that is not what you wish, I can help you prolong your life."

Victoria concluded and started pointing to the single electrical lead that needed to be connected that would give Vera her main power back. Mercy's handiwork, Tessa would recognise the remnants of that particular plasma pistol anywhere. There was still a chance...

"Go save Mercy! One of those assholes with the kids took her! Save HER! GO! DAMNIT GO!"

"Not without saving you first! You're just as important as anyone else!" Tessa did not hesitate to secure the now connected electrical lead, which would presumably power Vera, if Victoria's indications were correct. "I'll make things right for once..."

Now Mercy had also suffered because of her actions?

She was in no condition to fight, but she would march to her death for Mercy right now.

Cradling Vera in her arms, making sure not to disturb the improvised power connection. Tessa winced as the extra weight hurt her body, however, she nodded towards Victoria. "Let's make sure Vera is safe at home, then I'll go find Mercy."

Utterly destroyed emotionally, Tessa desperately made her way home. What were those Children doing to Mercy?

En Route to The Rabbit Hole

Vera would be protesting a bit more, but... Tessa hadn't exactly thought through where she had the little eyebot's faceplate pointed. As it was, Vera had an excellent... 'view' of Tessa's umm... oh you can figure it out. Plus, Tessa's um... 'assets' were blocking Vera's speaker, so even if she did say anything, it would just come out very muffled.

Vera couldn't decide if this was simple clumsiness on Tessa's part... or if it were deliberate. Either way, she was just as surprised about her... 'positioning' as she was by the fact that Tessa was slowly carrying her to the Rabbit Hole home... yes... home.

The little eyebot however, couldn't fully enjoy her current situation because her power was still fluctuating wildly, if less dangerously than before, so she kept having a series of quiet mood swings as one moment she felt very chipper and ready to tear Ulysses and the Keepers a new one, and the next, she felt as though she could pass out at any moment. And every emotion she could process kept flicking in and out, only to be immediately replaced with a different one.

Oh I hope Mercy's okay... because if SHE ISN'T I'M GOING TO FUCKING DESTROY THOSE ASSHOLES! ... Tessa has some.... nice cushions... Gah! Why do I even have a sex drive?! How does that even work!?! Oh... please let Mercy be okay...

The Hare Hideout aka The Rabbit Cave aka The Fortress of Rabbitude

The youngest of the Twisted Hares hadn't been paying particular attention to the interaction between Ulysses and Markus, rather she had been focused on the bodies of the dead that were strewn everywhere. The Children (both boys and girls): It wasn't the faces contorted in various expressions of animistic anger that disturbed her, it was the ones that looked thankful for release, the ones that had were aware of what they had become and had finally found some measure of peace that made the Shamed Rabbit bury her face into the former legionaire's side, covering her face from the world and its horrors.

They were walking now, and still, the Youngest of the Rabbit sisters couldn't bear to witness the monstrous acts that men had wrought upon each other Perhaps she would have noticed that a few of the dead Knuckleheads that littered the streets appeared to have died from wounds suffered at the hands of packs of wild creatures as Cheyton was becoming a war zone with the Rabbit Sisters and the Twisted Hares in the middle of it all.

*Creeeeeeeeeek*

The creaking of the front door to the Rabbit's house was a welcome sound and she swore to what ever deity was listening to her that she would never ever ever oil that door or think about fixing it and it was at that point that she looked up from Markus' side and saw the danger she had put every one in with her stunt.

Tessa was sitting on the couch with Vera on her lap, a sight that would have been normally welcoming to the Plasma Rabbit until she saw the wounds that her sisters had suffered. The Undertaker, Victoria McGee, was sitting nearby with a glass of green liquid in her hands and a rather large Anti Materiel rifle next to her. She too appeared to have been drained of her emotions as her normally perfect makeup job had been ruined by tears that streaked her makeup. Even Markus appeared to have been impacted by the night's events.

Running from Markus' side, the youngest rabbit practically dove into the arms of her Rabbit sisters, her crying muffled as she buried her face into Tessa's sides.

"I - sorry - so - I - s-s-s-s-sorry" The Balling Bunny tried to say between gulps of air and sobbing spasms before she looked at her sisters, eyes soaked with salty, stinging tears and let the world know:

"I'm s-s-sorry. I-I-I didn't mean for this to ha-ha-happen. I'm sorry, T-T-Tess. I'm so-sor-sorry Vera. I-I-I'm sorry Vicky. I'm - I'm - I'm sorry Markus." The Rabbit said before she sat up, awaiting whatever verdict the group would pass upon her in regards to her stunt.

The Rabbit Hole

Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your view of it), when Tessa sat down with Vera in her lap, the second eldest Bunny sister had turned the little eyebot around so that she could see who was coming in through the door. Vera missed her previous view... somewhat... but...

"Oh Mer-Mer," she said her voice rising with excitement and relief, "If I could power my hover engines now... I'd be flying right out of Tessa's lap to give you a giant nuzzle!"

I'm s-s-sorry. I-I-I didn't mean for this to ha-ha-happen. I'm sorry, T-T-Tess. I'm so-sor-sorry Vera. I-I-I'm sorry Vicky. I'm-I'm-I'm sorry Markus." The adorable [b]Bawling Bunny cried.

"Hey, don't worry about it Mercy," Vera said, "I.. I thought my little show would've been enough to make every thug and killer-for-hire in Cheyton crap their pants and run... but I was wrong. I made a mistake, and you were almost taken away from..." Vera struggled to find a way to finish that sentence. Given all that had happened and all that had been said, Vera didn't quite know where she fit into things.

"Hey, come here Mer-Mer, it's okay. Everyone's... more or less okay now. We're all here together, still? Right?"

Markus noticed the bodies he had left behind, the twisted and mutilated. All dead, though some weren't by his hand. Ulysses had struck too. Mercy had hidden behind him, hoping he could shield her from the atrocities. He tried his best, pulling her closer. Markus was disheartened to learn the streets had become as bad as the Keeper's camp. But of course they were. War seemed to follow the Legion.

*Creeeeeeeeeek*

Why did that sound infuriate Markus so? He grimaced as it swung open, slowly, and saw the weird look of happiness on Mercy's face. He offered a weak smile in return.

Looking inside, it seemed he was the least active tonight, as he had assumed he would be. Mercy flew from his side to her sisters, and Markus simply stood in place. He couldn't make himself look her in the eyes when she apologized, he had risked her life and then mentally scarred her. He should be apologizing, but he said nothing. He sighed, and moved towards the group as the robot spoke.

"Hey, come here Mer-Mer, it's okay. Everyone's... more or less okay now. We're all here together, still? Right?"

"... I suppose I will stay for awhile. There's a war on, and I have nothing to return to..." MArkus smiled bitterly, and placed his hand on Mercy's shoulder. He looked to Vicky, the one he owed his life to, who had ruined her make-up.

"Would you mind telling me your side of things tonight? I want to know how bad things have gotten."

"A Legionnaire with a heart of gold? The world does still offer a surprise every so often."

"True." Markus smiled, and cast a look towards the sisters. Mercy must've known by now, but he was unsure of Tessa. The robot wouldn't matter... Probably. Their personalities were easily changed. His smile shrunk a bit when she wiped off her make-up.

He listened to the news. Sounded like the group would need guerilla tactics. Back to Frumentarii ways. Though he did stiffen at the mention of Ulysses, how was he involved in all of this? Should he have taken the shot?

"What do you know of Ulysses, Markus. He told me to rescue you from the Knuckleheads as an in with the sisters. But if you have any information about him, what I'm about to propose might become easier."

"Ex-Legion, frumentarii, master of deceit and subterfuge. I met him earlier tonight- whoop." Markus lunged forward, and caught the falling pale beauty by the waist. He repositioned her into a fireman's carry.

"She needs some rest, I'll take her to the bedroom." Markus trudged off. He was tired too, but he could stay up as long as the sisters needed him. His life debt dictated as much. He went back to the living room, after placing the Undertaker in a more comfortable position on Tessa's bed, and striped off his new armor.

"Well, you guys should rest up soon." Markus smiled innocently. Time to see if they noticed his Legionnaire comments...

Home

Self-hatred and extreme internal criticism just scratched the surface of what she was feeling.

*Creeeeeeeeeek*

When had the door starting making that noise?

More importantly, Mercy and Markus were alive and physically well. That's all she could ask for, as for herself, she felt that she did not deserve to tears from her sister, let alone the slightest bit of affection.

With her hair covering her face, Tessa turned Vera on her lap to face both of them. Vera would be able to see the utter heartbreak and tears, Mercy would clearly hear them as she broke down with her hands clutching her head.

Finally, Tessa managed to speak to both of her sisters in an utterly depressed monotone. "You have every right to be angry at me. You have every right to hate me. I can even leave if that will help...I don't deserve to be cared for. Not after what I said, not after the way I treated either of you and -...and I am s-so sorry because all of this, this is my fault."

Between the tears and weakness in her body, Tessa choked out the apology her robotic sister deserved. "This is a new home, new city, new dangers...but this is my first family whatsoever. You are apart of that, Vera. Flesh and blood doesn't dictate how real of a person you can be. What I said before-...I was scared and selfish and paranoid and a bitch. I said things in anger that I didn't mean...You're my sister and it doesn't matter what you're made of. I wasn't going to leave you before and I won't now."

Despondently, she turned to Mercy, her nails clenching into her legs painfully. "I didn't mean-...I just...what I said, what I did...I was a terrible sister and you deserve so much better. You deserve someone less horrible-...I had no right saying what I said...You know that I love you, you know that you mean the world to me...but I love you, Mercy. But I'll understand if you hate me."

Gently moving Vera onto Mercy's lap. Tessa frustratedly pulled out all the bloodied blades and threw them on the nearby table. That was enough to bring her into uncontrollable sobbing of her own. "N-none of...this would have h-happened if had just kept-...my mouth shut!"

Standing up with significant effort and stiffness, she became aware of how bloodied her armor had become when she was in full light. Her self-hatred had reached a new low by this point when she finally whispered to her sisters. "I love you both and I'm sorry...for being me."


Between her talking, bits and pieces of the conversation between Markus and Victoria could be heard. Most notably, Markus' link to the Legion.

Limping towards the bedroom, she had caught him just as he was coming back from the bedroom. "Markus..." She laid a hand on his shoulder, which quickly devolved into a hug. Upon moving apart, she spoke with him directly. It was clear that she was hurt, but not by Markus. "Thank you. Thank you for saving my sister. This is now your home too and I'm in your debt...I'm in no position to judge anyone by their origins. But I don't think of you as Legion." She slowly smiled to indicate her sincerity. "I think of Markus as just...Markus. No labels or prejudice."


Limping off towards the bedroom to check on Victoria, only to find herself fast asleep. Covering her in a blanket and smirking, Tessa whispered to the ethereal beauty. "Med-X and alcohol is always a bad idea."

Tessa reflected on Victoria's words on the rooftop for a moment.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Tess. You've been acting to protect your family and I would expect nothing less of someone who truly cares for those that they love."

Whispering to her sleeping form. "I'll act to protect you too, since I care about you as well."

"I'm sorry that you've been drug into this mess. To tell you the truth, my family bears much of the responsibility for putting you in this position of having to kill those creatures."

Whispering once more. "And I'll keep fighting for you. No matter what we have to face."


Tessa dreaded leaving the bedroom. Instead she quietly pulled off the bloodied armor and threw on some nearby ill-fitting casual shorts and sleeveless shirt. The downside is that it exposed her scarring and recent wounds even more.

With a sigh, she made her way back into the living room. Ready to face the inevitable beratement from her sisters.

She looked like a mess. She felt even worse.

Mercy's warm lap. The Rabbit Hole.

Vera was really starting to enjoy being both of her sisters' laps... she could get used to this. Especially now that... apparently, she could actually start to think of them as sisters.

"This is a new home, new city, new dangers...but this is my first family whatsoever. You are apart of that, Vera. Flesh and blood doesn't dictate how real of a person you can be. What I said before-...I was scared and selfish and paranoid and a bitch. I said things in anger that I didn't mean...You're my sister and it doesn't matter what you're made of. I wasn't going to leave you before and I won't now." Tessa said, choking on her tears.

Despite all of her former anger and frustration with the second eldest rabbit sister... something about Tessa's apology broke through all of that, and actually got Vera to feel sorry for Tessa.

"Tessa..." Vera said unsure of how to phrase this, "It's... it's okay. Really. Its... what I'm used to. I mean, everyone seems to see me as... never mind." she cut herself off, realizing she was only making Tessa feel worse, "But you and Mercy did what no one else has done before... you... called me a sister. You... called me by my name... no one's done that before. Its always been 'eyebot this' and 'flying doggie that'..." She cut herself off again, once again realizing that she was only making her sister feel even worse, "Seriously though, don't worry about it Tessa. I'm okay, Mercy's here and she's safe too. You're safe. We're all good here."

It looked as though Tessa might just about be feeling okay now. And then Vera tried to diffuse the situation with humor.

"Good news everyone!" Vera said by playing a record of an old comedy TV show about the future... which turned out to be horribly wrong, "I ran a quick diagnostic and it looks like I only lost some old holotapes from the 1980's! And... seriously, who needed that? The 80's sucked! That's like losing a spleen or a small rubber band or something!"

And Vera shut up again because she was starting to worry that she'd made Tessa feel irrevocably worse about herself.

"Sorry Tessa," she said as her sister started retreating into another room in the house, "I was just kidding!"

After a few moments.

"Idiot," Vera said cursing herself.

"I think of Markus as just...Markus. No labels or prejudice."

Markus shut out his negative thoughts and hugged her back with a genuine smile on his face. A thought did push it's way to his mind, though.

'Didn't she say she was on the other team.' Markus held in a laugh as she went to her bedroom, where Vicky was. He decided to not take off for an errand again, instead opting to just sit around and think.

He wasn't sure why the Rabbits trusted him so quickly, or so soon. Especially since they knew his true alignment. He was the fox, dressed in red and ordered to destroy any profligates. And here were a group of them... But he couldn't bring himself to think about murdering them quite yet. Perhaps he would rebuild his Legion with them. He'd need to train Mercy, Tessa had a killer's instinct. Vicky was already one of the better agents he'd met. He frowned, the group were probably not interested though.

"Idiot."

Markus smiled again. A robot who had emotions, what would technology come up with next? He decided he had seen enough for the day, and fell asleep leaning on the couch.

The Rabbit Hole: Vera Suffers from Mercy's Tender Mercies:

"I didn't mean-...I just...what I said, what I did...I was a terrible sister and you deserve so much better. You deserve someone less horrible-...I had no right saying what I said...You know that I love you, you know that you mean the world to me...but I love you, Mercy. But I'll understand if you hate me." Tessa had said with Mercy's head still buried deep, deep, deeeeep inside the comforting embrace of three sisters before Vera had been placed in Mercy's lap.

"N-none of...this would have h-happened if had just kept-...my mouth shut!" Came the climax of Elder Rabbit Sister's sadness before she retreated from the room.

"Good news everyone!" Vera said by playing a record of an old comedy TV show about the future... which turned out to be horribly wrong, "I ran a quick diagnostic and it looks like I only lost some old holotapes from the 1980's! And... seriously, who needed that? The 80's sucked! That's like losing a spleen or a small rubber band or something!"

Despite the horrid timing of the comment, the Plasmaless Plasma Bunny couldn't help but smile at her sister's attempt to diffuse the tension.

"Vera. Does that mean you've been around since the 1980s? Wouldn't that make you my great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grand sister?" The Happier Hare said as she stood up, Vera still being cradled in Mercy's arms, and headed over towards her workbench. With all that had been going on, Mercy still felt a bit upset by the night's events but there was still one thing that could banish all the bad feelings away and as she placed Vera on the workbench, she hit play on her holoplayer, playing the last track that she had been listening to.

"Well sissy V. Let's see what we can do to get the 1980's back in you." The Builder Bunny said as she looked at the damage that Vera had suffered from her fall. The damage wasn't too severe, truth be told, the broken bits just needed to be removed and a new armor place needed to be attached to the portion that had been breached. But, she couldn't quite bring herself to tell Vera the truth.

"Sis, I'm sorry, you'll - you'll never walk again." The Drama Bunny said in the most overly serious tone she could muster up as she removed the bits of the broken flamethrower and breached chassis panel, her body bouncing in time with the music as she worked.

"Vera 5 is ALIVE!" Mercy squealed as she made the final connection between Vera's power core and the Mercy's plasma pistol, putting all of Vera's power stats in the green. You might have thought that Mercy would have been sad to have had to sacrifice her home made plasma pistol for her sister's life, but you'd be thinking wrong if that was that case.

As the song died down for a moment and Mercy found herself attaching an armored panel to Vera's undercarriage, Mercy found herself smiling as it was time to get serious in a way only close sisters could.

"Sissy V. I love you." Mercy said as she nuzzled the BUNNY BALL OF BEAUTY! and flipped the switch that brought all of Vera's systems back online and as Vera found herself able to float around under her own power again, Mercy smiled and did what Bouncing Baby Bunnies did best, she started dancing with her sister Vera until the song ended.

Now, Markus, I - or rather Mercy didn't forget about you. She didn't miss the part where Victoria called you a Legionnaire and she didn't miss the part where you didn't deny it. However, that wasn't the reason why she was "ignoring" you. No, as Mercy found herself working and dancing, she would catch herself stealing discreet glances at the former member of Caesar's Legion, you know those shy glances and those tiny smiles aimed at Markus had he been paying attention.

Falling onto the floor and laughing, Mercy looked up at her Bouncing Ball of a Bunny Sister and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, the 1980's totally sucked."

The Glorious Rabbit Hole. Wait... that came out wrong, didn't it? Oh well.

Vera felt safer than she ever had before in Mercy's arms, it also reminded her that no one had ever held the little eyebot like this until she met the Rabbit sisters and joined the Bunny fold. Not even her 'father.'

Vera cooed happily and quietly as Mercy carried her to the workbench.

"Vera. Does that mean you've been around since the 1980s? Wouldn't that make you my great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grand sister?" Despite not needing to breathe, Vera could not figure out how Mercy had said all of that in one breath.

"Umm... sort of yes and no," Vera said, "This frame I'm in was one of the first eyebots ever made in 1979 by Robco... but... it didn't have a personality matrix... those didn't come along until about 2014, so even ED-E was younger than you think." Vera paused as she tried to block out the memories of the nuclear holocaust that had consumed the entire world in 2077, "But... more recently... the Enclave captured this frame when it was wandering around the Capital Wasteland and started trying to turn it into a weapon. First step was giving it more armor. They never got to the next step."

Vera paused. And realized her sister was still talking to her. Oops.

"Sis, I'm sorry, you'll - you'll never walk again." The Evil little Plasma Bunny said as she bounced in time with the music.

"Har-har." Vera said, if she could, she'd be rolling her eyes and trying to suppress a smirk.

"Vera 5 is ALIVE!" Mercy said, letting Vera fly again. Vera quickly zoomed around the room to test her hover engines out again.

"Yaaaaaeeeeh!" She cried out in excitement before heading back to Mercy.

"Sissy V. I love you." the Adorable Tinkering Bunny said as she brought Vera closer in for a nuzzle.

"I love you too, Mer-Mer," Vera said, nuzzling her sister back.

Then Mercy fell to the floor and nodded to Vera in agreement as Vera dropped down to the floor with her.

"Yeah, the 1980's totally sucked." Mercy said.

"You know it," and then Vera finally realized something that had been bugging her this whole time, like an itch she could never reach, "Wait... was Markus in Ceee-ser's Legion?" Vera finished, making a point to deliberately mispronounce that accursed name.

Doctor McGrath watched as his hot plasma sailed off missing entirely. He sighed and began the painful reload process. He took out energy cell after energy cell from his bag pressing them into the Plasma shotgun. Until he counted twelve. Then he had to wait for the gun to cool down as it had just created a massive amount of energy. He pumped the shotgun and looked up to aim. It was at this moment he saw a white fox like creature rocketing toward him and heard its high pitch scream. "MotherFu" He crashed onto his back his face was wildly clawed at by the creature. He slammed the back end of his gun into the creatures face knocking it onto the ground next him. Blood poured down his face from the wide variety of scratch. He slammed the gun into the head of the stunned creature again and again. His skull fractured and its blood splattered all over Booker's shirt. He pulled himself up and watched as the dumb Deathclaw stuggled to get up. Booker walked toward it and shoved the end of his gun down the creatures throat and pulled the trigger instantly turning its insides into fluid.

EmperorZuma:
Jacob's Hospital

"June, Nurse June, Head of Staff here."
"Ma'am, Op-4 has just finished up, but the Auto-Doc couldn't save the patient. Papa Regis, the Khan's leader, is dead."
"Could you please come with me? There's something you should see."

Jacob's Hospital
A long day's bloody work was surely wrapping up. Sixty Khans were beyond saving, and were laid out in the morgue under wraps. The others would walk, some of them barely. But none of them were content. There was no relief for those who lived, just bitterness and anger for those that hadn't. This wasn't a time for mourning. Not until the ones responsible for fucking with the Great Khans had been brought down. This was war, unrelenting, never changing.

The doctors stood apart from the Khans, either out of respect, or fear. It was clear that the warriors were wound tight, and the slightest misstep could set them off. Jack and Melissa, the newly appointed clan leaders, approached Nurse June. Melissa spoke. "June, do you still have Jon Ackerman's body here somewhere?" It was an odd request. Ackerman had been killed in the past week, a drunken Khan who had ended up on the wrong side of a bounty poster. He had nothing to do with the massacre.

Jack, possibly sensing the confusion, spoke up to clarify. "Most of these guys are going to lose it if we can't avenge what happened. They need a way to let loose. Perhaps avenging one of the Khans will settle things for a bit. Ackerman might have been scum, but he was one of us. We're going after Vincent Hastings."

[OOC: Okay, what I'm getting from this is that Mcgrath was actually closer to the tumbled Deathclaw than I expected, because I THINK he was finishing it AFTER going crazy on the fox.]

Still in Wyoming

Situations are what they are because of the circumstances contained within them. It was inevitable that there would be trouble whenever a Deathclaw was involved. There was no way to avoid this, as even intellectual Deathclaws were rarely considered trustworthy by humans or any humanoid being. They were universally feared, except by other Deathclaws. A face only a mother coulld love, right? Well, witness now what unfolds here on this hill. Malkos was already on the move, of course. He had a habit of doing that, because humans kept shooting at him. However, in a sudden freak-out, Mcgrath put the lights out forever on his fellow Death-colleague after Joe had pulled a fast one.

In that split second when Malkos saw that, Martin shot him in the face, which stung quite a bit. Joe didn't quite make that BECAUSE of Martin, and then Malkos was seeing red. Not from blood, but from rage. Oh, he hadn't been angry before, but now you killed one of his kind. That's where the trouble starts. The body of the Dead-claw was hoisted up and swung into Mcgrath rather swiftly. He then ran up to Joe and Martin with the body as a shield, letting off a battle-howl to slam at them hard with it in turn.

The dead Deathclaw was heavy mass plus flailing arms with claws at the end. This makes it major suckages for anyone at the wrong end of the thing. Guatanteed, anyone significantly hit here was going flying.

Jacob's Hospital

June pursed her lips as she considered what the Khan's wanted with a corpse, especially if it meant loosing a vengeful mob on the Wasteland. "Well, if we're keeping him, then he'll be in the morgue. Though chances are good he's already been stripped and burned."

As she led the new Khan leaders to the basement, June couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated with the day's events. Sixty of them...fatalities, Jacob could have saved most of them, maybe even their Papa... June continued to ponder about how things could be different if the good doctor wasn't on his safari as she led them down the stairs, stopping short of two doors on the opposite walls of the basement hallway.

Unlocking the door to her left, June pushed open the doors to the morgue, a musky smell of death and chemicals drifting into the hall as June turned on the lights. "Let's see.....1, 3, 5, 6 and 9 are occupied. If the man you're looking for is still here, he's in one of them." June spoke as she unlocked the cabinets used to store the cadavers, opening each one of them so the Khans could look inside.

I-25, The Fork In The Road

"Yeah, okay, if you want to repay me, then meet me in New Wheatland. If we miss each other, then I'll just write off the debt."

"Farewell for now, friend" Said Kaiden as he turned and headed back for his home, making sure he was in fact headed the right way this time. New Wheatland? He thought to himself, Perhaps one of our scouts knows where it is He told himself, determined to fulfill his promise to the doctor.

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South of Redstone Camping Ground

Kaiden found himself on the familiar winding road, headed uphill towards his new home. Since the drugs had worked their way out of his body he had begun to ache a little from his travels. A well earned rest was in order, but there was business to attend to first. He pushed on and as he neared the last bend he heard a loud barking. It was getting louder too, headed towards him. As he came around the bend a dog leaped through the air, narrowly missing him, followed by a rush of 4 Super Mutants, wielding ranged and melee weapons. The dog turned and barked even louder, poised to pounce again.

"Kyyyiiip!!" Yelled a powerful, booming voice. The dog stopped barking and sat perfectly still like a statue. "Kaiden! You have returned!" Came the voice again, softer this time. Kaiden turned his attention from the guard dog, who had done his job of drawing attention towards an intruder, and faced a huge Nightkin, bigger than any Mutant he had ever seen. "Welcome home!" He said again, smiling that odd looking smile that Super Mutants and Nightkin alike do.

The Rabbit Den of Dreams and Defenestration:

"Wait... was Markus in Ceee-ser's Legion?" The newly christened Plasma Bunny asked as she floated near where the soon to be Stun Bunny was sitting, parts strewn in front of her as she tried to figure out some sort of weapon that she could use to replace her Plasma Pistol until a new one could be built. Looking at the Great Ball of Gooifying Goodness, Mercy's said creased into a frown as she nodded.

"I think so. I - I was with him when he ran into Ulysses. It seems that they had some stuff in common, the stuff mostly revolving around the Legion." Mercy admitted, though she hadn't gotten the totality of what had been said due to her mental state at the time. Picking up a metal gauntlet of some sort, she used it at the base chassis for her weapon and attached a spool of light weight metal cable to the end.

"I don't get it though. If he's a member of the Legion, why'd he save me? From what I've heard, they have a severe dislike for women." She said as she looked over at Markus for a moment before quickly turning back to her work, adding parts from the electro magnet that she had built earlier as a sort of firing mechanism for the metallic cable.

"Do you think he could be ex-Legion? I mean if he left that Legion, does that mean that he doesn't follow their rules anymore?" The Blushing Bunny asked as she sneaked another gaze at the slumbering Markus. Adding a microfusion battery would allow her to create and electrical charge on the cable as well.

Picking up the gauntlet, she pointed the fist towards a mannequin and squeezed her thumb with the rest of her fingers, causing a device to launch a length of cable that wrapped around the mannequin. Moment's later, the cloth of the mannequin started smoking as the electrical charge on the line headed the cloth to point of combustion. If it were a real person however, they'd have fund themselves twitching uncontrollably on the ground. It wasn't the greatest weapon but it would do in the meantime.

As Mercy began looking to see what she could do to improve the range on the stunner line, something blocked the light that she was using to build, causing the Happy Hare to smile as she saw her sister. Even though Mercy had noticed the scars and wounds on her sister's body, she just couldn't help herself from glomping onto Tessa, a smile plastered all over the Youngest Sister's face as she held her Older sister in a giant hug.

"Tess. I'm sorry I said what I said. I was just angry at what you said to Vera and I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Can you pleeeease forgive me?" The Youngest Rabbit asked, determined not to let go until her sister forgave her.

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