Overview: The general plot of this story is a group of explorers and mercenaries are hired through messages from an unknown and unseen man and are told to meet at Moriaty's Saloon to await further Instructions. They are set up for an exhibition to florida where it has a swampy jungle there, unlike most of the wasteland. Yes, this is based on the original idea that was going to be for Tactics 2, so enjoy, hopefully start this once a few people sign up.

Rules: The usual really;
1. No super characters, everyone is an average human, though ghouls are allowed if you want, though I don't want to see everyone playing a ghoul
2. Unquie weapons are allowed, even your own designs, but not ridiculous ones.
3. No control over others people's character, though if you want to do so it may be polite to PM that person.


Just put your character sheets in this thread, I will verify them. Set it out the same as mine.

Name: Demetri Green

Age: 35

Race: Cacuasian

Looks: Fairly tall male with close shaved head and strong muscular features.

Major Skills: Big Guns, Explosives, repair

Minor Skills: Medicine, small guns, speech

Equipment: Combat Armour, Combat Helmet, Motorcycle Goggles, Minigun, 10mm Pistol, 4x stimpaks, 3x Med-x 1x Rad-away, 2x Rad-x 2x Mirelurk Meat.

Personallity: Would be your model soldier if he was in the army, very strict on weapon Maintenance. Even though he looks gruff and not someone you would talk to, he is very friendly and someone you can talk to.

Name: Alan Rice... Goes by Rice

Age: 25

Race: Cacuasian

Looks:5'10, shaggy but short brown hair. tan complexion. built moderate, nimble and dexterous

Major Skills: science, energy weapons, repair

Minor Skills: barter, lockpick, stealth

Equipment: Leather Armor, roving trader helmet, laser pistol, laser rifle, 2 stimpaks, 2 jet, 1 rad away, 1 molerat meat

Personallity: A mechanic and scientist, he is mostly the brains of this group. He can easily hack and is pretty good with a laser rifle. He is somewhat subdued but when he drinks he gets quite wild. Dislikes combat but loves computers and robots. If the group kills a machine he will be the first to scavenge it.

Name: Greg Taylor
Age: 25
Race: Cacuasian
Looks: 6ft tall, long brown hair, skinny, whiter than sour cream complexion
Major Skills: Science, Explosives, Medicine
Minor Skills: Energy weapons, Repair, Barter
Equipment: Wears an armored scientist outfit (coat & pants), Experimental Laser pistol &Rifle(rifle is currently in development), carries a portable Med-Kit(contains medical supplies), has a few rations of mirelurk meat

Personallity: A scientist, obsessed with all things explosive, he frequently creates new weapons and tech out of what he can scavenge. Greg also meddles in medicine a good doctor, but may decide to turn patients into experiments instead. He has often been alone, and doesn't communicate well with people, but makes great deals with caravaners by conning them with his superior intellect.

Name: Issaic Emory

Age: 23

Race: Human, Caucasian

Appearance: 6'2" Lightly tanned, With dark brown hair that comes down to a fringe to the right above his icey blue eyes. He has a large scar on his neck from being slit in the throat in a fight, he barely survived.

Equipment: Leather Armor painted red and black, Model K Gas Mask ( Makes my character much more resistant to radiation), Dual Smith & Wesson .50 cals.(one of the most powerful handguns in the world), Chinese Assault rifle, Sniper Rifle, 17 stimpaks, 2 mentats, 4 jet, and 2 psycho.

Major Skills: Unarmed, Small guns, Sneak.

Minor Skills: Repair, Melee weapons, Lockpick.

Bio: Issaic is a nice guy. He sticks up for his friends, and puts otheres before himself. But piss him off, and you'd be lucky to come out alive.

Name: Mark Brown

Age: 23

Race: Human, African-American

Appearance: 6'0", curly black hair with brown eyes

Equipment: Leather Armor, Sniper Rifle, Plasma Rifle, 10 mm pistol, Dart Gun, Combat Knife, Frag Grenades, 2 Stimpacks, 5 Rad-X, and 1 Radaway

Major Skills: Science, Small Guns, Melee

Minor Skills: Energy Weapons, Lockpick, Stealth

Bio: Mark is a biologist who joined the expedition in order to catalogue the creatures of post-apocolyptic Florida. He's a quiet but nice guy but once you get him started on something Science related he just can't stop himself from talking about it. He is also a skilled marksman and is also pretty good with a knife. Mark also has a strong sense of justice which can cause him to speak up more often if needed.

Name: Takashi

Age: 19

Race: Human, Caucasian

Looks: Ear length black hair with blond highlights, and purple eyes. Kind of dark tan.

Major Skills: Unarmed, Lockpick, Melee Weapons

Minor Skills: Repair, Small Guns, Energy Weapons

Equipment: http://dryanshade.deviantart.com/art/Boris-the-Bandit-115390370;Scoped Gauss
Rifle, Crowbar, Brass Knuckles, Desert Eagle, & BB Gun (FTW!) Stinpaks(7), Med-X(4), & Rad-away(4).

Personality: Takashi is the playful type, he likes to mess around with people's heads. He likes to meet new people and make new allies. But if you make a bad first impression, Takashi can hold it against you for the rest of your life.

Name: Zero Cutter

Age: 27

Race: Human, Caucasian

Looks: Eyepatch over the right eye, left eye completely white, brown hair, stubble on chin

Major Skills: Small guns, medecine, and repair

Minor Skills: lockpick, speech, and barter

Equipment: Metal armor, eyebot helmet which is only sometimes used, sniper rifle, 5 stimpaks, 3 nuka-cola, a tribal concotion made of stimpak ingredients, deathclaw blood, a mole rat eye, and a nuka-cola quantam which kills people if thrown at them.

Personality: Humble, but will do what he needs to live, was born a tribal, but left when raiders came and ransacked his village.

Name: Jak Hunter

Age: 25

Race: Caucasian

Appearance:Male. About 6 feet tall, short black hair, and green eyes.

Major skills: Sneak, Speech, Energy weapons.

Minor Skills: Lockpick, Explosives, repair.

Equipment: Dual laser Pistol, one called Smuggler's End and the other called Faithful. 3 Frag Grenades, 5 Stimpaks, Body Power Armor colored Green and Black, and a plasma rifle.

Personalty: Jak is a mercenary, He is wittful, and and talks himself into trouble alot. He has a Merc's charm, who likes to sneak to get a close kill. He has two custom Laser Pistols, Smuggler's End and Faithful, that he doesn't go anywhere without. He he is good at take'in it easy, and staying calm.

((OOC:Everyone is in, though Satisfocalypse I would like to see the age raised, I just don't feel a 16 year old would have enough experiance to be wanted for this this sort fo thing.

Others can join in mid way if you want, just try and make it fit it, may as well get started we have a few peple.))

Demetri pushed the door open into Moriarty's saloon, having a quick glance round he noticed Moriarty agrueing with Jericho again to make him pay up his tab, it was a common site everytime he visited, Taking a seat at the bar gob asked if Demetri wanted a drink, "The usual please," he replied, he watched gob get out a glass and poured some whiskey in, "There you go Green, Seven Caps," Demetri reached nto a pouch on his belt and brought a few caps out placing them into gobs hand.

"Wanna good time? You must be stressed out from your travels." Demetri looked to his right to see Nova there, raising his hand and shaking his head, "No thanks." He never required her Services, he didn't like what she was made to do, he didn't want to add to it. Settling down with his whiskey, Demetri waited for the man, or maybe women to show up. He had been contacted by a message from a wastelander, asking if to come to the saloon on this day, he wondered what for.

Rice opened the door to the dirty saloon. Nova was sitting at the bar and Moriarty was heading out side for a smoke. He had received a message earlier today to meet here. He didn't know why. He sat down and noticed Nova trying to get some caps. Rice laughed. "Nova, no one wants your services right now." Rice somewhat whispered. Rice knew she heard him but didn't say anything. So Rice just sat there wondering what a wastelander could want with him.

Jak entered the Saloon, and noted it was getting packed. He had been contracted and was told to meet here. He didn't have a good idea what for, but he had gone on many contracts similar to this one. He took a seat at the bar, a ghoul walked over to him. " Want a drink?", he asked " No thanks." I told him. He awkwardly left. He looked around the bar, he saw many usual. He took out Faithful and Smuggler's End and checked them, all kinds of dirt, glim and blood got into his guns, so he cleans them often. He holstered them cause people were giving him looks. He gestured to them he was no harm, not yet.

Mark entered Moriarty's and looked around for the person who had summoned him. He looked around and saw a man sitting down and showed him his pamphlet while saying, "Were you summoned as well?"

(waiting for approval)
Name: Nathan Faust

Age: 64

Race: ghoul, green/gray mottled skin, black hair that has remained in patches. Oddest physical thing being his lack of eyebrows and the entire radioactive undying creature bit.

Appearance: Male, 5'8'' wears a wide brimmed hat and business suit with a large tanned Brahmin knapsack slung over his back

Major: Small guns, repair, medicine

Minor: Explosives, Melee weapons, Speech

Equipment: 1 Scoped 44. magnum of average repair, 57 44. caliber bullets, 1 well kept combat knife, 1 package of cigarettes with 4 gone, several sewing needles and a ball of twine,4 stimpacks, 3 squirrel on a stick (dried), 3 pens, 1 flint rock, 1 fresh box of matches, 1 notebook containing several maps of different parts of the wasteland studded with numbers and several pages afterward a key for them all

Personality: Previously a doctor but the years have worn his patience, he is now quite blunt with people this along with him being a ghoul make most people take quite a dislike to him. Takes things at a slow pace but always accomplishes them efficiently when combat is necessary Nathan is the type to use the terrain before he begins using his precious ammo, lining up the best shots possible. When confronted by someone who insults him for being a ghoul repeatedly Nathan will find ways to make their lives difficult.

Greg Walked into Moriarty's, having recieved a message requesting his presince e. He noticed the bar was getting crowded quick, so he hurriedly found a seat and ordered a bottle of whiskey, which he sipped from, waiting patiently for whoever sent him the note to present themself.

Takashi opened the door to the bar, where the message he received told him to meet the messenger. "I hope there is some lost tech in this mission, sounds like an easy way to make some caps." Takashi stood up as there were no seats to sit down in. "This better be quick, I don't have time to be wasting here, when I could be out there scavenging for tech." Takashi took off his gas mask as it started to annoy him wearing it inside.

Name: Daniel Steel

Age: 23

Race: Cacuasian

Looks: 5' 11'' with medium length brown hair and piercing blueish-grey eyes

Major Skills: Lockpick, Sneak, Small Guns

Minor Skills: Medicine, Repair, Melee Weapons

Equipment: Black Combat Armor, Chinese Commando Hat, Custom Sniper Rifle, Trench Knife, 5 Stimpacks, Silenced 10mm Pistol

Personallity: Quiet and prefers to not be seen and will stay in the shadows, Relies on stealth and lets his custom made sniper rifle do the talking, an expert in communications and stategy, was a former member of BoS

I'll try my hand at an RPG, I'm new to this though.

Name: Starr

Age: 22

Race: Cacuasian

Gender: Female

Looks: Short (about 5' 5"), lean body, light green eyes, short light brown hair that is usually done up in a faux hawk, a light tan, and a few scars on her left forearm.

Major Skills: Small guns and explosives

Minor Skills: Repair, speech, and melee

Equipment: Talon combat armor with the logo blacked out, a few stim-packs, her weapons are an M4, a small hatchet, and a kit to make a few explosives.

Personallity: Starr speaks her mind and isn't really afraid to offend someone. She can keep a cool head, but can be snide if she gets annoyed. She doesn't like to be a leader, but likes to know what's going on. She was also a former merc for Talon Company, after refusing a job, she was kicked out of the company. Then she was taken to the lower levels of Fort Bannister and was beaten, that's where she got the scars on her arm. She was well liked among Talon Company though, so she wasn't killed and was allowed to walk away with a few possessions, but no caps. She's started doing some free lance mercenary jobs since then.

OOC: figured as my character was the only ghoul I would add in some bits to make his life harder. Too much?
also if my character is not permitted I will remove this swiftly I was just anxious to start. forgive my noobish tenancies

Nathan walked along the pounded pedestrian trail leading to megaton, the larger rocks digging into the thin soles of his nearly departed shoes ‘need to get myself some new duds’ he muttered mentally, adding one more thing to his checklist for when he got some caps. The guardian robot of the town welcomed with the voice of a wrench thrown in a washing machine and trundled slowly back into its sentry position, the guard above waved lazily ‘great they haven’t taken a good look at me then hopefully I can talk with the leader here, think it is still that Lucas character’ Nathan reviewed what he remembered about the sheriff considering how best he could convince the man he meant no harm having already removed his more threatening weapon and placed it in his pack he hoped Lucas would at the very least let him leave peacefully.

Many would scoff at the idea that someone would be tossed out simply because of body composition in a world where ants could easily rule with some direction but sadly prejudice was just as strong in this situation as any other. The rattle of the interior door of megaton ratcheting up jogged Nathan out of his thoughts and he mentally prepared himself his features softening as best as a decomposing body could. Having just “died” recently Nathan had retained most of his skin so far with limited damage by ghoul standards he was a model of preservation, unfortunately that still meant he was one ugly creature on human standards with mottled skin and the occasional flash of bone when walking in the sun. Nathan stepped into the interior of megaton the great door sliding to a closed with a bone rattling thump and Mr. Simms began his approach.

The cowboy hat and long coat setting a stunning figure on the well built man making Nathan think of the occasional picture he had seen in books that littered the wasteland he almost laughed at the cruel irony that history would repeat itself in such a way.
Lucas looked at Nathan dryly asking “ your reason for coming into town would b-?”
‘And here it comes’ Nathan thought watching as the mans features hardened and his lips disappeared into a thin line “I’m here for the gathering at Moriarty’s” trying his best to speak softly and lessen the harsh rasp that came from speaking with decaying vocal cords “ I intend to cause no trouble and will be gone by nightfall”
Lucas grit his teeth the dislike of ghouls clashing with his notion of equality and previous encounters with Gob the bartender. “Alright, I’ll escort you there I don’t need you starting any conflicts with the townspeople” Nathan sighed a bit hating that he had been downgraded to a creature worth less then a dog in an average persons eye but followed the man through the town.

The bar door creaked and a few fleck of the ancient paint chipped off being caught by the brim of Nathan's hat Lucas turned to Nathan “don’t let anyone catch you doing something vaguely suspicious at all, I doubt they would give you the honor of asking questions first” nodding quickly both parted ways, Nathan headed into the bar, seeing that most of the tables had been taken he leaned against the wall nearest to the bar hoping that having his back to a wall would present a deterrent to any Ghoul-haters in the place.
Feeling the eyes of several upon him Nathan took out a cigarette and lit it with one of the matches from his bag, a habit from his time of humanity but even if the chemicals no longer worked it still helped to relax him. Nathan then settled himself on the wall and waited for something to happen, his left thumb running over the notched leather handle of the combat knife strapped to his belt while the cigarette on his lips burned slowly.

((Don't worry, your character is accepted, as is cookies' and Dan's))

Demetri had noticed more people had been arriving, Nova had finally left him alone, he nodded hos head to the person who had asked him here the question, Demetri was hoping this would of been a solo gig. "Gob, another whiskey please," he siad, the ghoul walked over and poured out some more for him, "Thanks." Demetri had taken notice to the ghoul, he seemed nervous, couldn't blame, ghouls were not exactly the best treated in this new world.

Name: Jeremy 'Jonny' Johnson

Age: 20

Race: Cacuasian

Looks: A tall male, around the six foot mark and is rather well built. He appears to be a mercenary at glance even though his only experiance with a gun was shooting some theives that broke onto his property. His skill is limited but he does have an un-explained heart condition which makes him adrenaline pumped more often that not, this could play to his (and his teams) advantage. Long blonde hair sits on his head, hair coming just over his eyes. His eyes are brown although his fringe makes them hidden.

Major Skills: Intelligence, Adrenaline pumped, Speech

Minor Skills: Medicine, Big Guns

Equipment: Pistol, Cigarettes, Tin Opener

Personallity: A real friendly guy, not really a leader but someone who would work well with anyone.

((you're in))

OOC: whee slightly off topic rant for character because I want to write and have no plot lines to connect yet

Nathan was not having a good day so far, or at the very least that is what you would hear, muttering under his breath at a decibel level that only he and the tapeworms could hear.
Another spot in the bar filled with yet another child that had likely not seen his twentieth birthday, Nathan questioned where all the old hands were, a man at the bar looked experienced but then he also looked to have enough muscle mass to rip the arms off of an average human and beat him to death with them so he could have perhaps been influenced by that.

One would think this many aggressive bounty hunters looking for fame would have known each other or at the very least be a bit more scarred then the assorted smooth bodies and straight limbs told him.
Discounting the arm removing capable man at the bar the entire gaggle spoke of inexperience and people whom would crack under the pressure of working as a team without even needing to speak.
Nathan was not ever excited at the prospect of having to deal with a swarm of firecrackers, much less a swarm of fragmentation grenades like this one.
Continuing his nervous habit, Nathan hoped that everyone was so creeped out by the wrinkly ghoul as to run away so he did not have to deal with them.

Back to wondering when their mysterious leader would show up to tell them what was going on as most of his letter had been ruined by water damage and blood from the damned fool who had swam the river to deliver it only to be snipped to death by a rouge Mr. Handy. as such most of the letter was unreadable and the rest was written in gibberish he barely managed to decode as English whoever had written this had terrible handwriting.

Starr was making her way to the entrance of Megaton when Deputy Weld sent out the alarm.

Minutes later Simms was walking over to "greet" her.

Starr sighed heavily, she had gotten annoyed with being treated as an outcast to society.

"I need your weapons before you come in, you know the drill," said Simms.

Starr knew this would happen and had already packed her weapons into a small bundle. she tossed it to him and walked through Megaton's entrance. She could hear Simms trying to say something to her but she wasn't listening. Starr didn't necessarily like Sheriff Simms, or Megaton for that matter.

As Starr opened Moriarty's door she was surprised to see so many people inside. She slipped in quietly ignoring the stares, and made her way over to an empty spot on the wall, seeing as the seats were all taken. Leaning against the wall, she figured out why it was mostly empty, there was a ghoul next to her. Starr slid a little farther away.

Whatever this job was, it had better be worth the money, Starr thought to herself.

Demetri, noticed the women come in, even though he didn't see the logo the black colour of her armour is the standard, he pulled his pistol from his holster and placed it on the bar, he trusted a Blacktalon about as far as he could throw one. Going back to his drink, he could tell tensions levels were riseing in the saloon, where was this employeer.

((OOC: I would get the job started, but not everyone has posted yet, I'll give it until tonight, then I will carry it on.))

Issaic walked into Moriarty's. He asked gob for some vodka and handed him 9 caps. As he sat down he noticed the other men who seemed to be qualified for the same type of work as him. He was suspicious. He took a swig of his vodka and shooed off Nova. I wonder what this person wants me to do... Issaic thought. I Guess it doesn't really matter, as long as it pays well. Issaic said with a smirk.