Fallout 4 - Yappa Style - Episode 1

[David]

(OOC: Just saying, You can jump in at any point during this RP, But the plot will not be accelerated until enough people have come in. Also, Don't forget, The major fallout people will be present, Like Danse, Deacon and others. So feel free to speak to them as well.)

Knight David Stinski
Aboard the Prydwen - Quarters

"Interesting" David muttered as he cleaned his power armor. It was a daily ritual with him and he always kept it in tip top shape, Considering the manner of missions he went on, It was critical his armor did not fail at crucial junctures. 

Today's cleaning proved interesting with a piece of wood lodged in the lower left knee joint. How it got there, Could be a number of things. He had just returned from a fight with a few Super mutants holed up in one of Bostons numerous high rise buildings. They had been hoarding tech, Not understanding what it was and the Brotherhood wanted it for their own devices. So David had been ordered to go along and help clear out the target. 

To be fair, it beat what David had considered a living long ago. Living on a farm, Living hand to mouth, Not knowing where your next meal will come from, Tending Crops in a wasteland was difficult. Too difficult for David. He had never had much of a Greenthumb and it plainly showed. So when the Brotherhood had shown up, He immediately volunteered and was accepted. He did not regret the decision.

Grabbing a set of Tweezers, David set about removing the piece of wood from the armor. It was slow going, as it had almost damaged the circuitry and would have been a costly replacement. 

"AH! gotcha." David exclaimed, Holding a piece of wood up to the light. It wasn't very big, But small stuff tended to be more damaging than large.

Just then, Protctor Teegan poked his head into Davids bunk. "Hello Knight. Nice job on that armor." 

"Thank you sir!" David said, Jumping up and performing the standard Brotherhood salute which entailed bring your right fist to your chest over your heart. 

"Calm down Knight. I just wanted to let you know Elder Maxson wishes to speak with you. Said its important." Teegan replied, chuckling.

"Yes Proctor. Thank you." and then as an afterthought. "Ad Victoriam" as David saluted again.

[SuperCommando]

DIAMOND CITY

A man in tattered clothes and a shaggy beard sat alone, minding his own business at a side counter in the center of "the great green jewel of the Commonwealth". It was a busy afternoon, with plenty of people out and about. Some bartered behind him with Arturo or Myrna for supplies, others helped themselves to the community workbenches, and some slurped their noodle cups at a nearby counter where the robotic chef churned out endless portions of the stuff. It was pretty good actually - a finished cup rested in front of him, and he sat leaned over it with his elbows on the well-worn counter-top, patiently waiting.

Then, another man stepped out of the afternoon throng, idly approaching. This man wore an open leather jacket, under which was a white t-shirt overlayed with a common raider harness loaded up with supply pouches. The harness included leg straps that supported a pistol holster on each thigh, and a utility belt hung from his waist. Leather leg armor covered the tattered jeans of his shins, and well-worn light boots brought him over to the seat beside the bearded loner.

"Hey," the bearded man muttered, looking sideways at the stranger. "Any chance you have a Geiger counter I could borrow?"

The other man sat down on the stool next to him. With hands covered in fingerless gloves, he reached up past the stars and stripes bandana tied around his neck and grasped the rims of the wraparound goggles on his face. He lifted the goggles up and over the disheveled bangs of his medium-length blonde hair, securing them on top of his head and revealing his piercing teal-colored eyes.

"Sorry pal," he said with a dismissive shake of his head. "Mine is in the shop."

AGENT SKY
RAILROAD HEAVY

Sky stared straight ahead, not looking at the "tourist" seated beside him as he reached into a large pouch on his belt and produced a soda bottle. He twisted the cap off, stashed it in his pocket, and then took a few refreshing gulps of the fizzy drink. It was warm, but still halfway decent.

After a few moments, the other man spoke up again, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "Hey, that a Nuka Cola?"

"Sure is," Sky replied, going along with the scripted code-talk.

"I love Nuka Cola. Got a 'cold one' waiting back at my shack."

"A 'cold one', huh?"

"Oh yeah. Good stuff. Anyway, I'm on business. Won't be back there for a few days. God I hope Raiders don't trash the place while I'm gone. Be a real shame if they get that damn 'Cola', know what I mean?"

"Mmm-hmm," Sky mumbled through another swig.

"Hey, I just had an idea. If you're headed out that way, mind checking on the shack for me? Make sure it's still in one piece?"

"Eh, depends," said Sky, glancing over. "Where is this 'shack' exactly..."

[Guardian Cat of Yappa's]

Joseph Martinez 

Ex- Brotherhood of Steel Initiate

Goodneighbor 

The sound of Hancock's voice giving another horrid speech filled the air near the memory den. The smell of blood lingering from an alteration that must have happened before he walked into town. Disgusting, the whole lot of it, atleast compared to the life in the citadel that Joseph had lived before hand. His combat armor was scarred, and scuffed up from fighting his way through the city ruins here. Someone had told him that a soldier looking fellow who wore torn up Brotherhood of Steel gear had came through this town, and so assuming it had been his father, Joseph followed it blindly.

Honestly though, it was the biggest mistake he had made yet. The town's guards looked more like street thugs, and the mayor being some maniac ghoul, put Joseph on edge as he waited for the man. Five more minutes then I'm gone, the sooner I'm out of here the better. That robot that was selling arms had caught his attention though. Who would reprogram an assaultron to be a merchant, it made no sense to him. Eh, hopefully she has some fusion cells in stock, I'm running low on ammo. Joseph took a look at his laser rifle, which hung at his side by the means of a makeshift sling, the weapon had seen cleaner days but atleast everything on it still worked right. 

He swung his head around one last time, deciding it was time to leave now that some of the local thugs were eyeballing him. I'll just buy whatever ammo I can with the few caps I have, then I'm out the door he thought, as he started walking for the entrance, trigger finger ready.

[Llau]

Paladin Mike Moretti
Aboard The Prydwen

Jumping off of the Vertibird after returning from cleaning out a group of Super Mutants who were terrorizing a group of settlers, he took off his helmet and inhaled a deep breath as he looked around. He was slightly injured from the battle, but not from any of the Super Mutants thankfully, since there were three of them that were Suiciders that he took out with a well-placed shot with his fully upgraded Gauss Rifle he uses when he snipes from a distance. He really shouldn't be thankful though, considering he was slightly injured from a Deathclaw that was wandering around where he was in the southern part of the Commonwealth. One of the Initiates who were under his command though, ended up getting the worse of it. He turned around to watch as a couple of his Knights carried the seriously wounded man out of the Vertibird, and rushed him inside.

Moretti frowned. He didn't like it, but this was the risk they all took and know of. He glanced down at the holotag dandling in his free hand, and then moved along the bridge to head inside to report to Captain Kells. After he did, Kells told him to get checked out as quick as possible, while Ingram repairs some of his armor damaged in the fight, and then once the doc checks him over, he was to report to Elder Maxson for an important mission.

"Seems important enough to skip some rest, huh?" Moretti looked at Kells with the most tired and annoyed look he could muster. "Fine." Of course, he was used to it by now. He saluted Kells, and then headed off to have Proctor Ingram repair his Power Armor while he himself gets a medical checkup before he were to go to Elder Maxson for the mission briefing.

[BasedGoody]

Skippy Begundo
Wasteland Wanderer
The Wasteland

"I see trees of green, red roses too."

Chk-Chk

"I see them bloom, for me and you."

BANG

"And I think to myself, what a wonderful world..."

Skip jolted back at the recoil of his Pipe bolt-action. The bullet smacked into the wooden panel that stood in place of a doorway, causing the man inside to wince at the proximity of it. The Wanderer pulled back the slide and lifted the scope to his eyes again. He fired once more, this one slid through a crack in the faux-door and punctured through the radio inside the makeshift house. Suddenly the song ceased.

"OI! You bastard! You shot my radio!" The man inside the one-room shack uttered.

"Well it was MY radio two days ago, back when it was MY house!" Skip yelled back, cocking the weapon once more.

"Well, you win some you lose some, kiddo!" The raider laughed a hearty laugh before Begundo put a round through the wooden wall and into his leg. Now the laugh morphed into a yelp as the man hit the ground. The Wanderer hesitated for a second before standing up from behind the boulder he positioned himself at. He quickly transitioned into a run, straight for his old house. He bust in through the door, aiming his weapon towards the downed man.

"You, you little-" The intruder spattered, mumbling.

"What?" Skip said, honestly unable to hear him.

"You vagabond! You dirty ragamuffin! You filthy rabble-rouser! You vagrant! You vandal!" He rattled off.

"Wow, you know a lot of insulting words that begin with a 'v'." Skip laughed still aiming his weapon.

"Alright you bandit, take my house! Then I'll have nothing!" He said, fake-whimpering.

"This was my house, why is that so hard to get?" The protagonist reiterated.

"Yeah but it was mine for a bit! And you had everything," He began.

"I have nothing..." Begundo questioningly stared at the man.

"You had water..."

"That wasn't water."

"You had music..."

"Not anymore."

"You had delicious food!"

"Oh my God did you eat my cat?" Skip's eyes widened looking around his small cabin.

"Well at that point it was my cat..." The man looked down to the ground. The wasteland wanderer sighed before hoisting the intruder up to his feet.

"Go." Was all that he said before pushing the main out the door. He tripped and tumbled down the small hill before crawling and eventually limping away. Skippy laid down his Pipe and sat down on the mattress that made his bed. The house was about the size of a bathroom, complete with aforementioned sleeping arrangements, a small table with a shot radio, and a broken fridge. Anything useful was apparently raided, so he was back to square one.

"Welcome home, me."

[David]

Knight David Stinski
Aboard the Prydwen

After securing his armor on the workbenches in the main area, David slowly made his way to the command deck where Elder Maxson was waiting. It seemed unusual that the Elder would summon him, a lowly knight. However, With things already unusual, What with the situation with the institute and whatnot, David had to assume that Maxon had a reason.

Reaching the ladder to the command deck, David nimbly climbed up the steps and made his way up to the deck. He could hear Captain Kells barking orders at his subordinates. After David stepped onto the deck, He made his way to the Observation room, Where all of the Commonwealth could be seen. Or at least a good chunk of it. 

Silhouetted against the light of morning, Stood Elder Arthur Maxson. He was posed as he usually was, In a formal, Stand easy stance. As David approached, Maxson heard the scuffing of David's boots and slowly turned around. As usual, His face had that inscrutable air of power. A powerful man, Maxson was not one to be trifled with.

Nodding, Maxson said "Ah. Knight David. Thank you for meeting with me." 

Jumping to attention, David saluted and said "Thank you sir!"

Nodding, Maxson returned the salute. "At ease. Once our Paladin joins us, We will begin the briefing."

[Faclan]

Marci Denton, Gunner Sergeant
The Commonwealth
Moving toward the Borers.

"I can hear you muttering back there Private Walter, and if I hear any of you sissies make one more mention about a curse you will be walking the rest of the way with a knife in your foot!"

"Yes Sergeant!" Came the resounding response as the march of the gunner squad once again returned to wonderful silence, besides the tunes being played from their techs radio. Currently playing Diamond City Radio where Travis had thankfully just stopped talking which lead into Civilization playing for their walk. The tech was a new addition to Marci's team - just in case there was some old Pre-War machines that were blocking the way down there and needed to be moved. The man having spent months looking over all the old manuals and books the Gunners had so he was supposedly prepared for anything. He could even fire a gun with good accuracy which was a nice change. The eleven Gunners continuing the journey from Gunners Plaza toward the Borers location where the Nuke was supposedly located.

Marci didn't really believe that was there as they would have heard about it before now. But they did know that the Borers was known to at least some Raiders at one point and clearing them out of it would be enough for her as there were rumors that the old quarry had found gold at some point. But even if it was just Raiders looting their ammo and Chems would sell for a good profit plus any loot the Raiders has acquired. No mater what was there the Gunners would get some payment out of this. If it was a good location it may be even made into a base, like that old car scrap yard. But having a low base wouldn't be good unless they would fortify the top of it, or anyone would just be able to shot down into it...would have to see how it was when they got there.

[BasedGoody]

Skippy Begundo
Wasteland Wanderer
Wasteland

"Got my toes in the water,"

"Ass in the sand,"

"Not a worry in the world,"

"A cold beer in my hand..." Skip sung to himself as he sit in the folding chair that resided in the front of his shack. The sun beat down on him ferociously, and his green chemical suit was pulled down to his waist. His bare chest dripped sweat and his shaved head did the same. His radio was still broken, so he took up to singing the songs himself. He was pretty good at it due to the sheer amount of practice time.

"Life is good today. Life is good today..." He sighed, putting the bottle up to his mouth and lifting it. It stung his dry throat causing him to cough and wheeze.

Slowly he stood up and surveyed the land. Empty as always, except for a lone dot on the horizon. In fact, it was two lone dots traveling across a barely trodden path. One was much larger than the other. Begundo's squinted eyes could barely make out figures, although his scope very well could. It appeared to be a trader and her Brahmin.

"Wow, life IS good today." He smiled, starting to move towards the duo. The wanderer plodded along, waving his arms for the stop of the merchant. She noticed, and halted her steed. Slowly but surely the dots took form and he arrived at his destination.

"Well hello there," The woman began. She was clad in typical trader gear, stocked to the teeth in nick-knacks and doo-dads. Her scarf covered her mouth and head, leaving only two deep blue eyes exposed.  She held what appeared to be a laser-based pistol, which was uncommon for someone of that status but not unheard of. The Brahmin was decorated with anything that looked valuable while still holding interesting crates atop it's back. The beast sighed, creaked, and groaned with every passing second, shifting in the sand.

"Uh, hi." Skip began, only to be immediately staring down the barrel of her weapon. He flinched hard and dropped his gun, putting his hands out in front of him.

"Woah! I wasn't gonna-" He began.

"Weren't gonna what? Raider." She said, voice muffled by the cloth. The Brahmin eyed them both, huffing out snot and spit whenever it opened it's mouths to breath. The woman was right, he was indeed a raider. However Skippy wasn't in the mood to kill or steal today. He never really was, in fact 'raider' was a pretty unfitting title for him. He preferred 'nomad'. Or maybe 'survivor'.

"I wanted to buy something, I swear it." He finished, nervously.

"Bull." She narrowed her eyes.

"No! I promise! Un-bull. Total un-bull." Skip backtracked.

"You have two minutes." She sighed, lowering her guard.

Well, it wouldn't be too hard to take her out, right?

[Guardian Cat of Yappa's]

Joseph Martinez  

Ex- Brotherhood of Steel Initiate

Crossing the River, Heading North

"So you're telling me that a bunch of Raiders took this Quarry up by Salem, and that they found some kind of nuke?" 

The Trader looked at Martinez and gave him a nod, "Yup, that's the word going around right now. Every trader is avoiding that part of the commonwealth now." 


The trader looked like she was somewhere between her mid to late 20's, her dirty red hair was cut at her shoulders. Though it was messy enough that it could have fooled anyone into thinking it was cut longer than that. Her brown eyes combine with the small amount of freckles on her face, gave off an innocent feeling. It quickly passed though, after Martinez spotted the pistol strapped to her hip, and a combat rifle resting in a holster on the side of her brahmin. Dam not so innocent are you were the words that entered his head as his eyes slowly moved along her body.


"My eyes are up here boy." The phrase was followed with a smack to the back of his head, her caravan guards laughing as they neared the edge of the bridge.