Ten days later, October 22 2288
Three days after my joining, they had a change of plans, no immediate threats or situations and so they didn't have any obligations to leave. Otherwise I would have stayed here with under the local captain orders. And after ten days I can say paramilitary life can be hard as I am not one for group tactics or needless casual orders and formalities, but I'm enjoying it
It was mostly guarding, sparring and of course shooting, which I probably got better. It happens when you have a good teacher and motivation, plus having skill or experience makes it bette. I got some military fatigues to replace my shirt and jeans, which I washed and with the caps, I bought two new .308 mags and a .10 one. Now I'm at 540 caps, which is good
And this morning I went for a quick hunt in the areas north west, getting back some mole rats and getting out for more near Red Rocket. Damn that place, I hope someone will not discover it
On the hill I move west and and decide I'll pay a visit to the farm later. Near the highay, a makeshift camp and using my binoculars, I see three people, one crouched and looking for danger while the other two doing chems. Probably raiders as usual. I better shoot them before they attack any settlement, so backing to not be seen, I circle the hill laying down on higher ground
Checking again the two doing chems are passed out leaving the one on guard. I aim and shoot at his upper chest and he falls down. No more more movement or alarms, I get closer and check my pistol for the enclosed space, gripping it, hearing some mumbling and stirring. Good, so fucked up on chems they don't even know I'm here
The two laying bodies are close in the tent and I take my knife and crouch near the left one stabbing at the throat while pinning it's arm, making it choke and wildly twitch for a moment. At that point there's stirring and I change grip and manage to puncture the waking raider's temple and twisting, earning more blood stains on my hands. Thankfully I have a short sleeved shirt
I then loot three guns, one rifle, a small snub nosed revolvr, pipe pistol, plus five .38 mags. Oh and two vodkas to put in my back. I'll trade them at the farm to make some space, I'm kind of satisfied with my... dark deed, makes me get money and keep people safe. I find a pack of four dogs near, guess too many to handle for me alone but I'll try scaring them to get at least one
They see me and one, maybe their pack leader comes, slowly followed by the wary dogs. I'm probably going to fucking die, fuck fuck fuck... Wait I have an idea ! I slowly get a bottlecap purse out of my pack and jingle it and get my pistol to be sure. Their alpha looks curious, wary but confident and I crouch "Come on, not going to hurt you"
All the others looks as it stands in front of me looking at the noisy object and human figure
"Yes, come on" Not as good as dogmeat with its exposed skin and fur patches, visible scars and missing skin, but still a dog. It didn't attack me, but nervously circled and sniffed at me, I was sure for it to go bad. I even touched it's flank and back being aware it can attack but nothing happened
I left still watching my back getting to the Abernathy farm and their guards. I find the old world saying 'homo hominis lupus' true but not every time, we humans have a strange borderline behaviour. I'm let in to find a happy Blake and a distracted Lucy, and after greeting I ask if there is something wrong to which he replies there is no more Jess to tempt her to leave. I felt odd by the way they looked at me but then invited me on the, to chat, where I see a sentry
"So what is it ?"
"Now kid I've got something to ask, do you have anything to do with his disappearance ? You know, the guard having a beef with you"
"I know he was annoying fucker. How did he dissappear ?"
"He left a few minutes after you did, said he was going to check the area"
"I don't know how but since then I have not seen him again" She interjects "... I remember you having different weapons last time" I see the sentry moving his head but not fully turning and probably something is going to happen
"I might have sold them you know ? And for this, I have met some raiders around here with chems and loot. I came here to sell their stuff or help. I'm also a minutemen now and I thought to say hello and come by"
They stay silent and, processing and trying to reply "Why has he gone in the same direction as you, and I remember him looking at you very badly"
"He may have gone hunting to vent on something" I see their hands moving and I prepare mine at my leg "Didn't explain why he didn't say it kid. Listen, Lucy here may prefer hardasses like you all, but I know those two had something"
"So what happened then ?"
"Your friend went searching but didn't find him. Sent a guard and by his explanation, could have been ambushed maybe by animals around here"
I got another idea "In the highway direction I saw a pack of dogs, and as you can see from my hands, raiders. It could be possible he died after changing direction, which takes me to another point. Would you trade weapons and ammo for food ?"
... "it is possible, will still check. Alright, give you 65 caps for those"
"Alright but I use 30 caps to get food, send it back to Sa-"
I'm interrupted by a lot of automatic gunshot, loud howling still heard from far away "Boy, what's happening ? Bandits ?"
"It could be, we know some of them are back around here and we sent a message, the general is on his way to the area"
"I'm leaving too, thanks"
On the road, I see the general and some minutemen heading away, I call and reach them
"There you are, ready to check ?"
"Yes, got you some more food"
"Good, ok people, ready to shoot some scum" The gunfire can still be heard
After checking for sentries we enter and see the dead raiders, a shack an building under the antenna. From the hill I can see at least 5 people leaving with some sacks and loot, some laugh and turn and a figure dressed in a blue suit with a cowl, says something and I hear the people behind me. 8 people, 6 with bright clothes and animal masks the one in the suit and one in a cage armor. Five against eight, with what looks like old world rifles
"Hey ! Release the guy and don't move !" As we are about to point the weapons they start hollering and howling with the suited guy placing a hand on the caged armor guy "Right shoot and cover !"
We take aim and shoot, I hide behind the wall as automatic for rains and I hear a loud revolver , muskets and rifles, I lay down taking aim on the retreating hostiles and shoot the the caged armor probably hitting and getting bullets in return, making the hostiles howl angrily. Guess we got some of them
"Careful, charge !" As they retreat, three of them detach and even charges back shooting wildly in the camp and then using the rifles as clubs, as we lose two in the melee I shoot at the group with no aim and get one in the leg before it come swinging at my head, which I lean down and roll away and when trying to shoot get swings again and I have to block and kick, getting tackled and wrestling for the rifle, finally been thrown it away to choke me and I use my left to punch and distract before getting the knife, confusion and mayhem, the fucker is hit by something and I use it to finish with a flurry of wild stabbings. It was already dead
"You're right kid ?" The only other survivor, the general, I see the rest of the team dead "What happened ?" Still on adrenaline I get up and look down not seeing the rest of the hostiles
"This one got killed and i had two of them on me, dead and done but the rest escaped"
"Should we go after them ?"
"You stay here, I'll go, wait"
He takes an assault carbine before jogging away. Fuck ... they're dead, broken bones and disfigured. Hmm ... their rifles either short or long, are painted in bright pink and yellows and i take three and all the ammo, 33 shots. 20 in a mag the rest in the other, and 7.62 as I see. After short minutes I feel a little sick and go downhill to check the rest. Two dead and two more rifles with some bullets, four jet inhalers. I follow some tracks to the base indicating something was dragged. A gang war ?
Thoughts come and go as I examine the scene and finally the general comes, to which I tell everything I got "Let's bury them, got some minutemen to take them somewhere close. Let's leave, and see this situation"
"Did you get them ?"
"No, shame they got away, probably divided and changed roads"
"Did you kill those two with your hands ? I saw no cuts"
'Sure did, I would have died" Damn two on one and he shot the last one on me
"That's... Will you teach me how to ? Where did you learn ?"
"Ah, learn and adapt, I met some people in my life, but we'll talk later"
Following our return, he said I should take it easy but do my job of course. The local captain, Simon, was notified of the losses and went to his dead team mates burial, I had a small talk with a medic and I'm ok, she said to take it easy too and have a chat if needed. I chose to sit and watch the river until someone stands beside me, the older man. I talk about the day happening and theories until afternoon when the general called for a reunion. Plans and words, theories and ideas were made
Nuka Town USA
Shit we almost died because of those minutemen but we managed to get the supplies and leave. Fucking amateurs. Only me, Gage and a Pack woman made it back. We managed to even enslave a rival raider and evading the patrols, selling the gear for caps and I used a casual outfit to enter in DC and to complete my task and not attract attention
We return from a long day out and me and the Pack woman had a celebration of sex and jet, one of the best I had, before a feast. Some Disciples were caught ganging up on some Operators and the tensions were even higher. I should solve them very soon before it's too late, get the two guns to attack their cave and park... I'm sitting on the bed thinking, until the chick get my attention. Fuck it I'll get a good night for now, planning will be another time