The Mojave wasteland was as Mr. New Vegas had a habit of saying a truly wonderous place, where anything could happen, and often did, with or without expectation. Just as things started to settle down once the New California Republic won the Second Battle Of Hoover Dam they had many problems to deal with, and over looked Alice McLafferty's clear corruption and collusion with the Van Graff family, instead trying the legendary Courier Six as a criminal to keep them quiet. Since then the Crimson Caravan Company has grown, becoming even more powerful over the last six months, and is regularly trading with all those aligned with the NCR. They have also taken to hiring any and all willing to help them meet the demands of their new found business, not just mercenaries but anyone that needed a job quickly found that signing up with a caravan or two was a lucrative business, and recently rumors of a well paying trip to Nellis Airforce Base have been going around.
Klaas approached the Crimson Caravan Company at an even pace, eyeing the high walls of the compound, which was what it essentially was. The company's property was a large, well defended, heavily fortified compound with all sorts of valuables inside not to mention an almost endless store of caps. That was why Klaas was there of course, the caps, he had recently been told by a reliable source that a caravan was headed to Nellis Airforce Base and it would be paying well for extra security - Klaas had provided such services nearly his entire life and thought this would be easy money. With that in mind he strolled right inside and signed his life away for a sizeable sum of caps, assuming he made it back alive.3/15/2012 #1 Report
Cathleen sighed as she approached the Crimson Caravan Company. On her more paranoid days, she almost thought that they were building some sort of high-tech version of a Medieval fortress, and she decided that should would suggest a moat if she ever got the chance--and was drunk enough. She made her way into the compound, likely looking odd in what would have passed as a pre-war doctor's outfit. Finding the correct building wasn't too difficult, but getting the woman in charge to sign her up for the trip without any "professional experience" with a gun, knife, or laser weapon wasn't quite so easy. She halfway assumed that her success was partially due to her somewhat... annoying persistence.
With that done, she made her way out of the building and settled down on one of the nearby benches and slipped a pre-war book out of her pack, decided that it wouldn't hurt to read a bit to calm her nerves.
If there was anything Jax was used to, it was doing something stupid and probably fatal. After all, it was probably somewhat impossible to survive in the Wastes as a mercenary without having some sort of love-hate relationship with the deadly. While he certainly didn't like the idea of death, he liked caps. It just so happened that this next job would set him up for a while. So, there he was, agreeing to something else that very well may be the end of him while the sizable, self-preserving part of his mind scolded him rather harshly. After receiving a bit of detail regarding the trip, he found himself outside, sitting not too far from a woman reading. He took out his rifle and began the meticulous work of cleaning it to pass the time.4/6/2012 #2 Report
Klaas eyed both strangers as they strolled into the Crimson Caravan's walls and headed off into the same wooden building on stilts off to the side that he had, still acting as a small office as it had before, though Alice McLafferty had long since moved to the newly built, larger building across from it simply leaving a subordinate to take care of the less important daily work she didn't have time for. The company had grown quickly over the last few months, Klaas knew, and the two that had come in and now taken seats nearby looked as if they had known that as well. With the success of any business came the need for fresh bodies to help keep things running smoothly - which was what he was there for, and Klaas assumed the other two were as well. Sizing them up quickly Klaas simply sat back, legs kicked out in front of him, one crossed over the other and waited with the patience he'd picked up having been in that particular line of work for years. Caravans, especially large ones, were never as timely as one would hope.
After some time the apparent leader of that particular group had shown up with several others, by the looks of them merchants, and started assembling his group, gathering a few other hire ons as Klaas stood and grabbed his rifle before heading over. It was time to go, all the proper paperwork was in place and everyone was there.
"You two, you're with us, right?" The Caravaneer look to Cathleen and then Jax, a slight smile on his weathered, tanned face, "Time to go."4/6/2012 #3 Report
Cathleen slipped her book back into her pack and slipped it over her shoulder. She felt of her belt, making sure that she still had her own weapons if she happened to need them. She glanced around at the hire ons, inspecting anyone with a gun, trying to gauge just how bad of a mess she'd gotten herself into. From the looks of it, several of them looked as though they'd be able to hold their own, but first impressions were never enough to put faith in. Besides, the harsh reality was that post-war life relayed as heavily on sheer luck as it did skill. She got to her feet, brushing off some of the dust that had somehow settled on her coat.
Despite a clinically calm exterior, her heart was beginning to flutter at the idea of braving the Wastes with the Crimson Caravan. After all, despite all of the protection, Caravans were notorious for being targets. Sighing, she steeled her nerves, mentally scolding herself for worrying before they even made it to the gates.
Jax, however, grinned and climbed to his feet. He slipped his rifle over his shoulder with a practiced ease and nodded, returning the Caravaneer's smile with a grin of his own, "'Bout time. Let's just get this over with." All he wanted was the caps; he didn't care about the action. Work was becoming a bit more difficult to find--at least for Jax--and it seemed to pay less and less each day that went by. Bodyguard jobs that used to pay a fortune were drying up, and the day-to-day grunt work wasn't exactly what he'd consider worth it. Either way, the sooner he was finished with this mess, the sooner he could go hole up somewhere for a while--until the caps ran out again, that is.4/6/2012 #4 Report
The caravaneer, introducing himself to the group as Robert, nodded and gestured for everyone to follow him as they headed across the compound and back out of one of the sets of gates on either side of the high walled compound, once doing so officially out in the wasteland and a target, thus everyone even the merchants were on guard whether they showed it or not. Klaas himself remained rather calm, rifle slung over his shoulder, pistol at his hip; he'd perfected quick drawing and even using the weapon in combination with his push dagger, held in his off hand, making for a deadly combination up close. Klaas didn't think he'd need any of his weapons much, as the group started trudging along north east, but he could always be wrong; even in the areas more often considered safe caravans were prime targets.
"So Nellis is starting to open up a bit more, huh?" Klaas asked no one in particular after a moment, "Should be interesting."4/6/2012 #5 Report
Cathleen followed along with the group, rather purposefully placing herself near people who looked more like mercenaries than merchants. While she understood that the traders were almost required to be decent with a weapon, she decided that she would much rather be closer to the people who made a living with their guns. She picked a spot walking near a man who seemed fairly clam, decided that he was either quite skilled with his weapons--and therefore a good choice to travel near--or was a bit too confident. "Yes, interesting right up until the point when they fire rockets at you, and I'm left to try and patch up your remains," she replied, ignoring the fact that she would be included in the group if they did decided to become violent.
Jax shook his head, making a bit of a "tsk" sound as he fell back a few feet to walk near a man who appeared to be another hired gun and some sort of scientist. "Lighten up, lady," he joked, "You're getting to go where almost no outsider's been before."4/6/2012 #6 Report
Klaas nodded, looking from Cathleen to Jax as he fell back a bit and fell in step with both of them, noting they were both the two he had seen coming in and signing up to be with the caravan earlier.
"Which should be pretty interesting. Not many places left like that after all." Klaas shrugged, "Especially not with the Republic moving in. Only a matter of time before we move across the river, might as well be the first to see something before its all flashing lights and hookers like the strip."
Klaas kept walking along as he said that, looking at his companions again, sizing them up yet again. The woman certainly looked like a doctor which made her comment make sense, and it wasn't too surprising that she would be brought along; a caravan needed merchants and mercenaries for the most part, but bringing along someone who could do just a bit more than rub some folk medicine ointment over a wound and do an old tribal prayer was always a good idea - though Klaas had seen a couple of old traditions work, he still preferred pre-war medicine. The young man, however, looked to be a bit more like Klaas. More of a fighter. If all went well none of them would ever have to see how the other stacked up in a fight however.
"Besides, I hear they quit lobbing artillery at anything that moves since the Courier paid them a visit, did some negotiating for the Republic. Turns out they can process coherent thoughts and aren't just heavily armed barbarians - go figure."4/6/2012 #7 Report
Cathleen seemed to toss around the argument about the NCR moving in, and a slight frown tugged at her lips. She didn't exactly hate the Republic, but she certainly wasn't too fond of the idea of it spreading rampantly across the Wastes. Then again, if it wasn't the NCR, it would be something else, and she certainly wasn't a big fan of groups like the Legion--people she declared to be cultists and brainwashed fanatics.
"I suppose you have a valid point," she finally announced, peering to her side to observe the man, "Call me a stick in the mud, but flashing lights and hookers aren't exactly my preferred cups of tea if you can imagine." She'd had more than enough dealing with the result of hookers and flashing lights back when she worked in the outpost; she could certainly live the rest of her life without having to deal with anything like what came out of New Vegas and Freeside again.
Jax bit out a bit of laughter as he readjusted his rifle on his shoulder. "Let's hope your right and that this whole herd of a caravan is all just for show and a waste of caps--one their part, at least," he commented. He'd heard about the Courier, of course--not many people could go without hearing somehow or another. He still hadn't been able to convince himself that the stories weren't glamorized--at least a little, anyway. Still, assuming that the other man was right, their little mission might just be a bit smoother than he'd originally imagined. Getting blown to peices sounded like a pretty painful way to go.4/6/2012 #8 Report
"It usually doesn't end well for most people." Klaas agreed with a short nod, once again glancing over at Cathleen, "Somehow people always manage to make their existence in the wasteland worse, as if it wasn't bad enough."
Klaas paused for a moment as they kept walking along, not all that far out into the wilderness yet, though he took a cautious look around them and scanned the horizon as he processed his thought regardless. It still wasn't uncommon to hear of caravans or other groups slipping up and being attacked, whether they fared well or not, though in and around Fiend territory - which was appreciably smaller now - were where the worst stories originated, and having seen what the chem soaked raiders could do Klaas didn't doubt much of the craziness he heard about.
"I suppose the Republic could do more to help them out, but it isn't like they didn't make their choices, now they have to live with them. Then again, if we quit expanding every single chance we got we could focus on fixing some other things." Klaas shrugged, "Don't claim to be a politician or anything, but there's my two cents - and yeah, hopefully this'll all just be one nice long trip there and back financed by our fine friends back at Crimson Caravan."4/6/2012 #9 Report
Jax shrugged, blue eyes watching out for signs of something nasty waiting around for a caravan to ambush behind his dark sunglasses. He casually slid on hand up to hold the strap of his rifle and shrugged. "Honestly, I couldn't care less what the NCR does as long as they keep out of my business," he announced, "They're better than some of the tribes, anyway." He'd had experience with that first hand. He figured that no one under the bear flag would be whining about a few taxes if they'd grown up in a violent, warmongering tribe like his own. Nothing would ever be perfect--the war had been proof enough of that--but things could certainly get better. He just doubted they would.
Cathleen raised a brow, appearing fairly interested in the man's comments. After all, it wasn't every day that she encountered a mercenary with a brain. It did make sense, though. If the Republic quit bulldozing their way through new territory and consolidated their power with the people first, things might just be a bit better.
"While I'm not a fan of being told what I can and cannot research, I suppose a bit of law and order would be useful if we are ever to restore some sort of decent civilization again," she decided, "But, no... You make far too much sense to be a politician Mr... I didn't catch your name."4/6/2012 #10 Report
"Klaas. Klaas Van Daal." Klaas allowed an ever so slight smile, if only to be polite, something that even wastelanders could appreciate even if most of them lacked any real civility, raising his brow as well, "And you, Ms. Mad Scientist?"
Klaas kept trudging along with everyone else as the caravan kept moving, now stepping onto the one main road that would eventually lead them under an overpass and out into what used to be the free fire zone around Nellis Airforce Base, now much safer than before. Reports of undetonated ordnance laying around the area was vehemently denied by the Boomers, claiming people were simply cooking up stories and trying to sabotage their efforts to join the rest of the wasteland for whatever reason.
"And you, what about you?" Klaas looked over at Jax now, "Not many people have met tribals. Not many of them left."4/6/2012 #11 Report
Cathleen attempted a force a slight smile in return, but it didn't quite look natural. She'd never been very good at appearing polite in social situations, after all. "Mad Scientist?" she replied dryly, "Cathleen Jones--your resident doctor and hacker. Sorry to disappoint, though, but the only mad science I preform is on robots."
Jax's shoulders tensed slightly at Klaas' observation. "Jax," he answered somewhat shortly, "I spent some time around a group a while back." It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't exactly the whole truth, either. He just wasn't a big fan of bringing up the subject, especially around NCR territory. He'd had way too many bad experiences with that whole mess, and he certainly planned on avoiding it a second time around. It was better to lie in his opinion.
Besides, the past was the past, and he rather it stay just as buried as the majority of his tribe. If no one else assumed a tribal could integrate into mainstream society, he certainly didn't care enough to burst their bubbles.4/6/2012 #12 Report
"You could always be building a robot army, but if you say so." Klaas looked at Jax again and nodded quickly, pausing for a moment, "Ah, must've been interesting."
Klaas paused to think as they kept walking, drawing closer to their destination now, the highway overpass visible in the distance, drawing nearer with every passing minute. At one point in time passing under that road would have meant wandering into certain death but as it stood the New California Republic had managed to solve that particular problem rather peacefully, enlisting the aid of the Boomers in the Second Battle Of Hoover Dam and even establishing trade connections with the camp of heavily armed former vault dwellers.
"I assume you both came for the caps, then?" Klaas finally asked, not seeing any harm in it, though he knew that they were just as likely to lie about their motivation as not.4/6/2012 #13 Report
Another man walked with the guard. He wore a hood, and there was a peculiar gasmask hanging around his neck. He seemed to be analyzing the road with a pair of small, green eyes. He was taking everything around him into account; even the other guards.
He looked to the side of the road, and suddenly stopped. He walked to the side of the tarmac, and crouched down. He was looking at a couple of small prints in the sand, how it had been shifted about.
His eyes narrowed. "Cazadores..."6/18/2012 #14 Report
"You sure?" Klaas stopped not far ahead of the man, he hadn't caught most of the groups names nor did it really matter to him, "Cazadores this close?"
He stopped to think for a moment and shrugged, adjusting the bolt action rifle slung over his shoulder. That very weapon had helped him through many a tough time, seen him through many close encounters including the notorious Cazadore attacks. They were definitely creatures to be feared he had learned quickly after arriving in the Mojave after his long journey across half the country. If they were nearby he would keep an eye out but nothing much worried Klaas. He had dealt with far too much, and had far too an apathetic disposition to truly care. None the less he unslung his rifle and made sure a round was chambered.
"This trip just got a little more interesting." He murmured, taking a quick look around, not seeing anything just yet, "Let's just get going before they show up." With that Klaas started moving again with the rest of the caravan and didn't look back to see if the other man had joined him. They were nearly there and were already approaching the broken old overpass that signaled the former kill zone in front of Nellis Airforce Base. Now it was a pock marked, ruined field that lead one down a rough road to the base itself, somewhat more safely than before.6/18/2012 #15 Report
The man laughed. "At this rate, buddy, they've already found us. Those are fresh, and they can sense prey from a mile off."
He looked off into the distance, a certain glint in his eye, like he wanted them to show up. Like he was asking them to come get him.
"And anyway, its stupid to run from cazadores. You'll just die tired." he said, looking back at him.6/18/2012 . Edited 6/18/2012 #16 Report
"Who's running?" Klaas smirked, shaking his head as he looked back ahead of them and took another quick look around.
He certainly didn't see any signs of Cazadores but if they were around he would be ready. He'd faced worse than even the flying sacks of venom, fearsome as they could be, especially in groups as they often roamed. If they showed up Klaas would be ready, there was no reason for him to worry about it.
"All the same, say something if you see 'em." Klaas started scanning the area around them carefully just as they reached the overpass.6/18/2012 . Edited 6/18/2012 #17 Report
"I didn't need to be told." the man said, taking a bow off his back and looking out again.
He knew these parts were good feeding ground for cazadores; all the traders made a nice meal. Only problem was that if Cazadores were around, Nightstalkers were there too a third of the time.
"Were you expecting this to be an easy trip then?" he said.6/19/2012 #18 Report
(Sorry about not posting I haven't been feeling too good.)
Klaas shrugged and turned his attention back to the road in time to realize Cazadores wouldn't be their problem on that day even if they were afoot- instead it was raiders. Raiders that were quickly surrounding them and attacking from all sides, rushing out from all sorts of hiding places, they barely out numbered the group.
Klaas had brought up his rifle already by the time the first few shots were fired and never stopped walking though he slowed down, advancing a few steps before putting his first round down range; the bullet smacked an unfortunate raider in the face and he crumpled instantly.
"We're surrounded! Push through!"6/25/2012 . Edited 6/25/2012 #19 Report
The quick draw.
The idea was a bit romanticized, no? In the time it would take a man to master the quick draw, you could make it possible to never miss. But people practiced it. Maybe it was reminiscent of cheap dime novels you can find in ruins. Maybe it made you feel like a god of guns. Whatever the reason was for it, the use seemed plain useless on the trail. Most fighting was at a distance with rifles, not close range. It seemed useless. But it could come in handy, in the rarest of situations.
Charlie was the first to have his pistol out of the sheath and ready to fire when the first raider fired. Charlie had the gun in his arm, sights lined up with his eyes and he looked for a target. There was a silhouette on the horizon, lightened up by their gun fire. Charlie took a deep breath and fired twice. All you needed was too nicely placed rounds in order to finish. Even if you hit somewhere useless, say someone's thigh, a second shot would certainly place the target in so much pain they would stop fighting. Unless they were heavily armored. Charlie didn't tale that into account.7/18/2012 #20 Report
Klaas barely registered another man beside him firing a shotgun the report of which was almost louder than everything else around them as the raiders, caravaneers and their guards started exchanging fire. As with any battle most shots went wide if only barely - but they did. One flew right by Klaas and he dropped to a knee to take aim and fire his last shot.
Cursing as he reloaded Klaas was satisfied that his shot had struck its target this time and another raider had gone down though he was left alive, groaning and screaming in pain for a moment before starting to try and drag himself to cover. Klaas would have splattered his brain all over the ground as well had he not nearly been shot and forced behind one of the pack Brahmin which was oddly calm and stationary despite all the violence around it.
"Great." Klaas looked around, noting the raiders were at least not surrounding them and only attacking in a semi-circle from the front.7/18/2012 . Edited 7/18/2012 #21 Report
Maybe it was a sign of his inexperience. Maybe it was a sign of his stupidity. Maybe it was a sign of bravery.
Charlie felt the revolver kick in his hand, watching as he could see dust kick up soon as he shot. His shots went wide. No problem. He took a deep breath and looked at the group. They could handle most of it. Charlie began to charge to the left most bandit, reasoning that he could move in a horseshoe shaped movement around and take care of the raiders. He felt wind whip past him as a shot went far from his shoulder. The revolver resided comfortably in his hand, ready for it's four remaining bullet to be discharged.
His footsteps made imprints in the sand as he ran as fast as a panicked rabbit towards one of the targets. He swear he could see the raider aim his weapon in his direction. Charlie responded by firing the bullets as fast as his finger could work the trigger. The first hit the chest, the second hit the arm, the third flat out missed and the third nailed the sucker in the head. But he was dead already. Charlie wanted to cheer, but he was too busy working the revolver as he rolled out the cylinder and slid six bullets in, all the while hoping not to get shot.7/18/2012 #22 Report
Klaas had paused to line up another shot with his hunting rifle once more, aiming over top the pack Brahmin he was hidden behind and fired his next shot at a preoccupied raider who was now spraying SMG fire wildly while falling back attempting to take cover; the man barely managed to avoid having his face crushed by a bullet. Klaas worked the bolt on his rifle and chambered another round - the next struck the fleeing man in the back of his head laying him out flat leaving the small group even smaller now.
Moving around from behind the Brahmin with his rifle still shouldered Klaas started shooting again and the raider he'd wounded earlier, who had started shooting from where he lay now, went down for good. "Almost done, only a few more!" The leader of the caravan called out while reloading his own weapon, "Keep it up! Run 'em all off!"7/18/2012 #23 Report
One whip of wind turned to several, thanks to automatic fire generated from the internals workings of a 9mm SMG, held in the hand of a raider who was too panicked to focus his fire, holding the gun in one hand. Charlie tried to return the favor by firing a multitude of bullets at the man, working the trigger on the revolver as fast as his finger could pull it. Almost all however, missed, Charlie thought one hit a thigh, as the raider reloaded his machine gun. Charlie was too close range to reload, as probably in the mean time he would get sprayed with bullets. He would be a sitting duck, or at best a slightly moving duck. So Charlie had to improvise.
He threw the revolver up and caught it by the barrel of the revolver. He charged as fast he could at the man, fighting the urge to let out a battle cry that would shake the earth. Once he got so close that he could shake the hand of the bandit, he held his arm back and swung it fast, the butt of the gun slamming against the raider's head with a satisfying crack. The raider fell down dead on impact. The man would not pillage again. Charlie panted for a few moments to decide his next target, replacing the revolver in his hand with the shotgun.7/19/2012 #24 Report
The battle was nearly over as the fearless guards and caravaneers stormed forward and chased the retreating raiders down killing many out right. A few did not have the pleasure of a quick, relatively painless and pleasant death. Klaas slowly approached one and kicked his gun away with a dusty booted foot and stared down at him for just a moment. Long enough for the woman to shake in fear, her eyes to widen and for her to open her mouth to protest and beg for her life - just before a bullet passed through the back of her mouth and killed her.
The sight of someone being shot in the head with a .308 from such close range wasn't a pretty one but Klaas had grown used to such things long before. He simply surveyed the battlefield, decided it was safe and cradled his rifle as he crouched to scavenge what he could. They'd done good but he wasn't going to let any supplies go to waste, more ammo was more ammo even if he'd hardly expended any fortunately enough. Caps, chems and other supplies were always welcome as well.7/19/2012 . Edited 7/19/2012 #25 Report
Charlie's panting didn't break the silence that occupied the air around him. There were no gunshots, no screams. Just a silence. It lasted for a time of a second and a half. Then that sweet serene moment was destroyed with the roar of a gun. Then there were several roars. He was back on the battlefield. Charlie looked around for a figure. He found one. But bad luck for Charlie, because it turned out that the serene moment may have given Charlie a second of peace, but it gave a foe the time they needed to line up a shot. Gunfire erupted from a machine gun, the gun fidgeting in the owners hand.
A sharp pain went through Charlie's leg as a bullet pierced his left thigh. It brought him to his knees, saving him from the gunfire which seemed to fly all over his head. He groaned for a moment, stifling it with grit teeth. The pain was a familiar one. At least before, he wore a full suit of leather armor. One vest didn't provide any coverage to his legs. Charlie slammed the trigger back on the shotgun. Both pieces of ammunition let out a large amount of pellets. One or two may have hit the target, stopping him for a second, as it seemed that there was a miniature dust storm around the raider from every other piece of metal.7/20/2012 #26 Report
"Shit." Klaas hissed and ducked down, scanning the area around him for a moment.
He had made a mistake. Missed the raider that was no fighting with Charlie. It wouldn't happen again - if it did he might very well be dead. Snapping his rifle back up into place at his shoulder Klaas almost took aim at the wounded Charlie himself before spotting the man further ahead of him - the raider himself was wounded as well. Almost in unison he and two others from different angles fired. Klaas didn't get a second shot off before the raider had been killed. There was no doubt about it that time, he was well and truly dead.
Keeping a tight grip on his rifle Klaas looked around and briskly walked over to his injured ally with a couple others. He was no doctor but the last thing he needed to hear was that he'd have to pick up a severely injured man's slack. Klaas was capable - just not entirely willing. "Lemme look at that." One of the female caravaneers rushed to Charlie's aid first and crouched beside him.7/21/2012 . Edited 7/21/2012 #27 Report
Charlie collapsed on the ground, not by exhaustion but by the fact it was less likely he would get shot or even noticed if he was only a few inches from the ground. He panted as he watched as the man who shot him was soon riddled by bullets by his comrades. He rolled over, his eyes observing the cloudy sky. It was a pleasant sight. It was something to think about other than the pain in his leg and the leaking blood. He waited, his breath at an odd rhythm on which he focused. He waited until someone came up, ready to assist.
He said nothing, as he had nothing nice to say, in fact the only thing he could think of to say was a wise crack, and that wasn't polite. He turned his right leg towards her so she could see. On the inner right of the thigh laid an entrance wound, a nice, noticeable hole, surrounded by blood which flowed out of it, as the bullet itself resided rather uncomfortably inside the thigh. Charlie had heard of men who wedged bullets out with knives, or even bit them out. He had someone use tweezers after his famous fight, a precise instrument, to pull them out. He was not eager for someone to rip them out.7/21/2012 #28 Report
As the female caravaneer went about her business Klaas was rather pleased to hear that things didn't seem too serious. The less injured the man was the better. The more people they had left for when they had to make the return trip - and possibly encounter even more bandits and raiders. What they were doing around Nellis or even approaching the area around it he didn't know. Didn't care. They were there and that was all that mattered and they had to be dealt with one way or another.
"Gonna be long?"
"Shouldn't be." The woman shook her head.7/21/2012 . Edited 7/21/2012 #29 Report
Charlie close his eyes as he waited for the obvious start. The bullet would leave the wound after being wedged out with a knife. It wasn't a desirable feeling. At least after that, he was given a nice, mostly clean bandage to make sure he didn't lose too much blood. Then the final step, and a wasteland must for any wound, was a stimpack stabbed near the wound. He would probably have to get a doctor to fix him up to actually start healing. For now, he would probably walk a little slower than everyone else. At least the stimpack killed the pain. He thanked his healer. He got up, his legs a little wobbly at first.7/21/2012 #30 Report