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Terrence Rockchild

Deceased - 14th of May, 2014, at 4:44 PM

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a character in “Fallout: Red Texas”, as played by Rickshaw_Watcher

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Description

BIRTH FACTS:
Full Name: Terrence Rockchild, 'Son of Two Peoples'
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Numinu (Comanche)
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTIONS:
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 210 lbs
Body Type: Average, Toned
Hair Style: Very Short, Ungroomed
Appearance: Terrence is the child of a Tribal woman descended from the Numinu People and a wandering ex-soldier of the NCR, a friend of the Tribe after helping to drive away a pregnant Deathclaw that was out-hunting the Tribe and causing famine. His appearance is more in line with his maternal lineage, but hints of his Caucasian father still remain. Terrence's jet-black hair is rough and prone to tangling, a quality that frustrated him to the point where he simply cuts all of it off once he feels it being to snag on things.
The 'Son of Two Peoples' carries himself as a proud warrior and hunter should; shoulders back, head high, and feet planted squarely on the ground.

THE OTHER THINGS:
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 28
Scars: Claw mark across left arm, Molerat sized
Ink/Holes: Black Cross-hair on right side of neck
Attire: Ashen Colored Woven Maize-Stalk Wide-Brimmed Hat, Black Woven-Cotton Shirt, Grey Gecko Skin Vest, Gecko Skin Belt, Army Surplus Desert Camo Pants, Army Surplus Combat Boots


THE GOOD:
Patient
Brave
Loyal

AND THE BAD:
Joker
Resentful


S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
5 Strength
7 Perception
6 Endurance
5 Charisma
6 Intelligence
6 Agility
5 Luck

SKILLS:
Combat: Guns, Explosives, Melee Weapons, Throwing
Active: Medicine, Repair, Sneak, Survival
Passive: Barter, Speech

PERKS:
NV Lady Killer
Friend of the Night
Hunter
Entomologist
Travel Light
Toughness
Silent Running
Sniper
Light Step
Explorer
Grim Reaper's Sprint
Ninja
DM Hobbler
HH Tribal Wisdom
LR Alertness

BONUS SKILLS:
Active: Tracking
Passive: Weather Prediction, Languages

EQUIPMENT:
Gecko-Backed Leather Armor [Equipped]
Large Worn Backpack [Contains the Following; Binoculars, Journal (Spiral Notebook), Two (2) Sharpened Pencils, Eight (8) Unsharpened Pencils, Three (3) Pens, Clothing Repair Kit, Civilian Clothing (see 'Attire')]
Messenger Bag [Contains the Following; Two (2) Pouches of Healing Powder, Three (3) Bottle Cap Mines, Twelve (12) .44 Casings, Four (4) .308 Casings, War Club (handle hangs outside bag), One-Hundred Twenty Six (126) Nuka-Cola Bottle Caps in Pull-String Bag, Fifty-Three (53) Pull Tabs in Pull-String Bag]

WEAPONS & TOYS:
Hunting Revolver (holstered on hip), Fifty-Three (53) .44 Magnum Rounds
Paciencia (strapped on back, usually held), Twenty-Two (22) .308 Rounds
Three (3) Bottle Cap Mines (see 'Messenger Bag')
War Club, Reinforced, Barbed-Wire Bound (see 'Messenger Bag')

OTHER:
Do not touch his hat.

CHILDHOOD:
Terrence grew up in the Numinu tribe, but had three names. From his father, Terrence; from his mother, Rockchild; from himself, 'Son of Two Peoples.' He was groomed as a future hunter, the most dangerous of professions within the tribe. While it did not occur to Terrence during his younger years, he later began to suspect this choice was suggested by one of the elders, 'Bear Face', to keep the tribe pure of his father's outside taint by having Terrence die while foraging and keeping him from having children of his own. If that had been the original intention, the elders soon realized that Terrence would prove himself as one of the Tribe.
As part of the Rites of Passage within his tribe, Terrence and other boys of his age had to each collect an egg from a creature that was considered difficult to hunt; Hawks, Eagles, Geckos, Mirelurks, anything that was either hard to find or evade detection.
Terrence held the rite with two other boys, 'Dances in Wind' and 'One from Water.' The three boys went north to common hunting grounds that were shared with two other tribes, 'Valley of the Waters.' Once there, the three boys separated to hunt their own quarries, Dances went to the hills, Water trekked to his namesake, and Terrence kept to the grasslands in the middle.
It wasn't long until Terrence found a promising target, scraps left over from some creature gathering supplies for creating a nest. The size of the disturbance and the tracks left behind suggested Geckos, likely gathering mud and plant matter to create a mound to put the eggs in at a secluded location.
Terrence followed the tracks to a path leading up a mountain, careful to not be hunted himself. Watching where the path met the valley from behind a bush, he watched as a single adult Gecko trekked back and forth multiple times from between the path and a local watering hole. He counted the amount of time it took for the Gecko to enter and then exit from behind a hook in the path that lead out of sight. The long periods suggested the nest was in the final stages of completion, eggs likely having already been laid. At nightfall, once the Geckos began to hunt for food away from the nest, Terrence made his move.
Dances returned before sunset, carrying a single blue, black-speckled egg from a raven's nest. Water returned in the night holding a Mirelurk egg. Upon opening it, it was found rotten; abandoned by it's parentage. Water would have to attempt the rite again. It wasn't until sunrise that Terrance finally returned holding a fresh, grey Gecko egg.

NOWADAYS:
Terrence is on a yearly walkabout where he interacts with people outside his tribe and trades for useful or interesting items, but something important could potentially distract him for a while before he has to return to his tribe.

So begins...

Terrence Rockchild's Story

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The binoculars had allowed Terrence to see most of what went on in the town below the hill he positioned himself on. He had been watching for a few days since he had witnessed a group of Ghouls come and put something into the water at a nearby spring to the east of the village. He had gone down to warn the people in the town the first day, but instead was almost a victim himself of the demons that now inhabited the townsfolk. The magic must have been strong or already a part of them, so Terrence instead began to watch the village from a nearby hill in the hopes he could either divine what the possessed down below would do or follow the Ghouls when they came back again to see their handiwork.

One the third day of silence from the village below, while the young Tribal was Molerat Meat, Terrence was surprised to hear the sounds of speech at the edge of hearing. Two voices, one male and one female. Climbing to the top of a hill on the west side of the village and placing a Bottle Cap Mine behind him under some brush, Terrence had gone prone and looked through his binoculars at the two strangers who were coming in from the north.
The woman was pale skinned, wearing some kind of black eye mask that Terrence recognized from those Grognak comic books as being the kind a bandit or thief would wear. The other one, the taller man, sent a chill up Terrence's spine but he couldn't tell why. Maybe it was the notch in his ear, maybe it was the way he was holding a knife his hand like he was looking for a fight. Maybe it was the hunger he saw in the man's eyes despite that the bulge of a few cans could be seen in bags and pockets. Terrence couldn't decide but he knew to trust his gut instinct, just like his father had taught him. Because of how they two looked, Terrence simply did nothing but watch as they walked across the bridge and into town.

Terrence reflexively flinched as they went across the bridge. He knew there were mines but he also knew that they were hand operated; whatever the townsfolk were capable of, it wasn't operating the trigger. His gaze followed them as they took the main road that bisected the town and then stopped. He could hear them calling out but he couldn't tell what they were saying. Then he noticed another figure in the village, a Asian woman. At first he thought her to be one of the townsfolk but then he noticed she was holding a gun; the insanity that gripped the town had made them incapable of that.

Turning his view back to the two from before, Terrence noted that the entranced people were already beginning to surround the duo. They seemed to have realized that the people were no longer normal and had begun to back up, some fear in their eyes. Terrence had to warn them somehow, make them realize the people were beyond help and would kill them.

That's when he pulled his Paniencia and put himself into a good position for firing, lined up a shot on the head of the entranced woman closest to the two strangers, and squeezed the trigger. He had two more shots after this to fire on others that came forward before he had to reload. Hopefully the duo would make the right decision and get away before the rest of the town woke up.

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Something about the pair just didn't sit right with her. Ami decided not to give herself away with the gun, however, and instead opted to use some spare traps she'd accumulated to take care of them. She set up three bear traps between several houses and set up two bottle-cap mines around chest level. Taking a moment to admire her handiwork, Ami instinctively hit the deck at the sound of high caliber rifle fire.

"What the hell? I didn't see a rifle on either of those goons!" Crawling forward on her elbows and knees, Ami pushed her mask up again with annoyance, trying to figure out just what the hell is going on. She caught a glimpse of the girl goon sprinting past one of her mines, which must have had a faulty sensor module, as it waited a half second before blasting a chunk of the house it faced open. Ami heard a host of startled growls rise from inside, which made her heart sink.

Ghouls...oh great, she lamented with a shiver. Scrambling to her feet, Ami pulled a grenade off the grapevine cluster from her back, not checking which type it was as she dashed around the side of the house and chucked it into the big hole. One of the ghouls noticed her and attempted to leap out of the hole, but instead managed to impale itself on some rebar and bottle-cap shrapnel, pinning it fast. Some of its fellows had managed to smash the front door of the house down and were now pouring into the street. Well, they were, until Ami's little present went off.

For once she was glad her mask had fallen down again, as the blinding corona of the miniature sun she'd summoned probably would have melted her retinas otherwise. She barely had time to curse savagely before the shockwave lifted her up and rag-dolled her about ten feet back. Luckily most of the debris from the three houses she'd leveled flew much farther than her. Ami struggled to a sitting position, wiping a lone tear from her eyes under the welders mask.

"So...beautiful. If I was the marrying type, I'd marry you Nuka-grenade." Not wanting to look away from the growing mushroom cloud, Ami nevertheless understood that there were probably more ghouls around and she'd have to escape sooner or later. Deciding to take a shortcut through the now demolished fence, Ami spotted the shrinking back of the goon that survived her trap and figured it would be good to see where she was going. Ami whipped her 5.56 out of its holster and followed the girl, keeping an eye over her shoulder for trailing ghouls.

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Satisfied that the one in the mask was safe after she crossed the fence, the young Tribal turned his sights back to the unsettling one. Panicking for a moment as all he could see was blood, Terrence looked through his binoculars so that he would have a better look. Horrified by the sight of the same man tearing through the townspeople like a Deathclaw and devouring them as he went, Terrence second guessed his actions and debated staying where he was. They had heard the shots and it was likely that one of them would be able to find him.

After a moment, he decided it wasn't a good idea to meet a man who could tear apart someone else like it was nothing and he disarmed the bottle cap mine that laid behind him, putting it back into his satchel. Going back to his camp and pouring a bucket of water on the fire, Terrence packed up his bedroll and headed around the south side of the town and toward the water spring. Keeping the hills between himself and where he had fired his rifle, Terrence hoped that would keep them from seeing him and following. He shivered at the thought of having to talk to that creature or, even worse, get blind sided by it. Or be forced to be his travelling companion, he thought.

Terrence stopped that line of thought right there. If there was anything you didn't do with dangerous animals, it was mess with what they considered their property. You don't touch a Mirelurk's eggs, you don't go near a Cazadore's nest, and you sure as Brahmin shit don't mess with a Deathclaw's mate. He shook his head, trying to convince himself that trying to follow the two of them would be stupid, trying to interact would be suicide.

But leaving them alone would be murder. It wouldn't be at his hands, but there was no telling how long it would be until the kind of animal that was inside that man would let the masked woman live. She had abandoned the animal quite quickly, even considering bullets were flying past her. Maybe she knew the man would be okay, but maybe she had been looking for a window for escape for weeks, months, or even years. Slavers weren't uncommon in Texas, but she didn't seem to be wearing the explosive collar that was popular among most of the groups that used the practice for income. The decision was a moral one, something Terrence always hated. What to do.

Putting himself behind a hill where he could see his old camp, Terrence pulled out his binoculars once more and observed the masked woman making her way towards where he had fired the rifle. He shook his head at his own stupidity but kept watching. Maybe there would be some kind of sign she was in trouble, that they were not true companions but instead master and property. He would only stay until the animal began to arrive, and then he wouldn't dare come close.

The setting changes from Ceder Crest Ridge to Texas, USA

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Just as the young Numinu had suspected, the masked one was making her way to his recently abandoned sniping position. He watched as she struggled forward despite the wound she had gotten along the way, in the face of the possible evils a random stranger could have enacted on her. She was indeed desperate for some kind of safety, but if it was from the animal below or just the wasteland itself was still to be shown.

The binocular's turned back to the village again, looking for the creature. Terrence almost vomited as he compensated for distance with the focus, blood and guts strewn about like streamers from a celebration. Choking back the bile, he focused on the blood-drenched thing and saw it handling some fleshy, grey lump of flesh just smaller than a man's head. The texture of it's surface looked familiar, but it surely couldn't be a brain? It looked far to diseased and discolored. A bashed open head next to him banished the doubts from his mind. These people truly were long gone.

Scanning again for the last stranger, the one who hid from the others, Terrence managed to see her just as she threw some kind of small grenade into a hole, inside which appeared to be true Ghouls, Children of Ruin. The bright blue fireball nearly blinded Terrence's eyes, exposed behind focusing lenses. What kind of explosive did that? For a moment, Terrence thought of the stories about the Day of Ruin. Whistling agents of destruction born from every terrible emotion that humanity could create that bathed the earth in fire and death. No, this was not one of the Whistling Ones. They were brighter than the sun and white as salt, this was blue. Maybe a weaker creature of the same ilk, but another Day of Ruin was not yet at hand.

Blinking away the bright spots, Terrence turned his gaze back to finding the masked woman. She fell when she was at the top of the hill, obviously weak from both blood loss and pain. Terrence felt a twinge of sympathy, thinking about the healing powder in his satchel. If it would be enough was beyond his knowledge of medicine, and if she would let him apply it was simply impossible to predict in the age of radiation. Just so many variables to consider.

He watched for a moment as she kicked herself onto her back and looked around, retrieving some kind of shotgun to prepare for an attack while in her weakened state. If the laws of the wasteland held, she would just as soon as kill him and take the healing powder than let Terrence come anywhere near her. If he was to help, he'd need to know he wasn't going to get shot in the process. He moved himself down his side of the hill, away from sight, and called out while drawing his hunting revolver.

“Masked girl, can you hear me? I have a proposition for you if you would listen.” Terrence checked the cylinder of the revolver and counted the bullets. Five shots, not a one he'd rather use then and not when it might mean food or safety.

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A voice from behind called to her. Bewildered, she gripped her shotgun a tad harder. Did she dare trust the voice? That was when Bandit realized that maybe this man was her savior -- the sniper from before. Her grip loosened some, but she wasn't about to completely retire the gun. No, she had no idea if this was just some ploy to jump and kill her. Or worse, rape her and leave her for dead.

Allowing her ears to turn toward the sound of the voice, she silently played out the various scenarios that could come from this. It was frustrating not knowing which would come true. Wishing for the best would make her naive and stupid, but assuming the worse was just as reckless. A good gulf followed before she responded.

"I'm listening, mister." Her voice was higher pitched than one might assume. It was light and friendly, though. It was something that resembled the sweet tone of a little girl. It might have been hard to believe that a wasteland hardened woman still spoke with the voice of a young angel, but Bandit was living proof of this. Perhaps even the wasteland didn't want to rid the world of such an innocent voice that could be filled with much love, life, and laughter.

A light tremble seized her lips, but Bandit drew it tight, not wanting to look scared shitless before the eyes of this man. In reality, she was. Every bone within her core shook and she could feel her stomach turning over and over. Hands clammy and face full of beads of sweat, the blond was beginning to wonder if she were feverish. Her back was drenched in sweat and he cheeks were now burning. Can't forget that leg of hers either; still just as raw and red as before. God, she was a wicked, bloody mess. And where was Slasher in the mix of all this? Had he been separated from her in the heat of her escape?

Eyes glancing down the hill she stumbled up, those sad blue eyes feared the worst. Among the debris and smoke, she couldn't spy her partner. Was it wise to go back? Or should she just keep praying that he would come back to her. Time and time again, she left and returned to him. Perhaps he would do the same.

Head falling against the warm sand below her, the blond tipped her eyes up toward the shadowy silhouette of the man. "If you're here to kill me, make it quick." Worn eyes lingered on Terrance's form a moment longer. "If not, may I be so bold as to ask for your name, kind sir. I'm..." she paused. Perhaps offering up her nickname wasn't the best of ideas. If she were to die, she wanted the world to know who she really was. "I'm Jessica Garrette, but most everyone calls me Bandit."


((Poop. I see I posted this in the wrong area. Is there anyway to relocate posts?))

The setting changes from Texas, USA to Ceder Crest Ridge

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"I'm listening, mister." She sounded young, almost soft-spoken, but this was a world where you grew up quickly or you died. Youth didn't rule out danger. Staying prone and peeking out from the top of the hill that seperated them, he placed the corn-stalk hat on the end of his war club and slowly raised it so that it was within line of sight of the masked girl but not obviously a decoy. If she was going to fire, hopefully she would be impatient and shoot at the hat without waiting to see his eyes.

"If you're here to kill me, make it quick." She paused for a moment, maybe waiting for Terrence to reveal the rest of himself so that she could kill him with a clean shot and then wait for that animal to find her. If that was the case, the question was if she was finding prey for her owner or feeding her pet.

"I'm Jessica Garrette, but most everyone calls me Bandit." Terrence allowed himself a short laugh, realizing that this was the name he had almost given her in his mind.

"Bandit? I fail to imagine that is a name that would get you a lot of trust in a new town." He shook his head in disbeleif and reached into his satchel.

"Incoming." Grabbing a tightly bound pouch containing a simple mixture of broc flower and xander root, he threw it toward Bandit while keeping behind the hill top. It should be well within reach.

"Do you know how to use healing powder?"

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This man was rather odd. Who in their right mind wore a hat like that in the wasteland. It was downright hideous. And when was the last time it was washed? Such odd things to think when life flashed before the eyes, but that was Bandit for you. If she were to die, she wanted to die with questions in her mind. Feeling the pain of death didn't sound fun. She wanted to escape that feeling. She wanted to at least die with a smile on her face or a quizzical look on her face. Still, that hat just had to go. Wait, who was she to talk! She was wearing a cowboy hat. They were in Texas so it seemed fitting, perhaps too fitting. She really was falling into that stereotype thing too much, wasn't she. If only she were a good little church girl. Snorting at her own thought of believing in God, the blue eyed miss rolled her eyes.

Within time, the stranger from above seemed to open up a bit. Or at least enough to tease her. His statement was honest in nature, though. A lot of people did question her. Perhaps Bandit wasn't as good a name as she thought. Again, with the questions and self-doubt! Feeling rather pathetic, the blond found herself scoffing. "Bandit sounds better than Itty Bitty Titty Committee." Glancing down at her underdeveloped breasts, the woman growled to herself. Curse her for being small! She wanted to at least be a 34B. At least it would be something to show off. Instead, her breasts would give her no such pleasure. She would simply have to depend on her ass. Too bad it was squished below her weight and completely useless with his stranger. Not to mention, a booty call hardly seemed fitting in the middle of the desert. Oh, and she forgot that her life was fluctuating. If this guy proved to be a trap, she would be a goner for sure. At this point it was very obvious that Slasher wasn't coming to save her. She was going solo for here on out. At least until they crossed paths again.

A tiny pouch landed in the dirt beside her. As the sand sprayed up to hit her face, Bandit coughed. God did this dry heat such or what! She was parched and in desperate need of shade. Not wanting to pass up a second of looking at the pouch's contents, she pulled the thing near. And when she opened it, her jaw hug ajar.

"The heck is this?" Dumping some of the powder in her hand, she leaned into it and give it a good whiff. Nose feeling funny, she tried to suppress a sneeze but couldn't hold it back. The powder in her hand flew up around her face and into her eyes. Swatting the air as if it were a fly, she started to panic. Just what was going on! Was this guy trying to drug her with cocaine? Oh god. She could feel the world starting to spin. Was it the lack of water? The bright sun beating down on her? Or this mysterious powder?

Eyelids heavy, the blue eyed wanderer fought to keep them open. As her body swayed, life and energy drained from her. With each passing second, she started to fold forward. Finally, fatigue and dehydration set in. Collapsing over herself, the sun baked her dry and left her roasting on the hot sand below. Unconscious, she wouldn't stir until liquid entered her system, for right now her body was conserving energy. Until night came, Bandit would lay motionless.

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The blanket of night slowly crept in over the vast wasteland as the dark figure continued his solemn march across it.

Only the faintest puff of vapour escaped his lips when he exhaled, the heat of the sun quickly escaping as the last shadows receded, replaced by total darkness. While he seemed to carry himself confidently, feet low to the ground and swift, upon closer inspection, one could note the slight sag of his broad shoulders, the lids beginning to hang heavy over sharp ice-blue eyes, each step up the ridge more stolid than the last.

"Null..."


Her whisper jolted him back into consciousness, hands tightening upon his lightweight carbine, moving it from a casual hip carry to a tight, militaristic hold pressed against his shoulder. He had traveled for far too long without rest; thirty-six hours now, by his count. Darkness was swiftly coming to claim him; the ghosts of the past begun to circle within his mind like vultures.

He was considering resting atop the ridge when he saw the pair.

A man of around thirty, maybe a little less, carrying a seemingly-unconscious young woman over his shoulders; most likely a kidnapping of some form. He wore leather armour, a rifle carried low in his hands; he seemed tired, most likely from having carried the woman's form for so long. His location was perhaps a few hundred metres away, walking just below the top of the ridge; he was high enough to have a good view over the terrain, but not enough to be easily exposed.

Null's mind moved quickly. On one hand, his consciousness was slowly fading; from his projections, he had perhaps two or three hours until he required rest or risked an unacceptable loss of combat effectiveness. A fight now could prove dangerous. On the other hand, to allow a young woman like that to be kidnapped-

Anna would never have allowed it.

Null paused, turning to his mechanical companion, the four-legged mechanical beast of burden that trailed him everywhere he went. A few quick whispers went out - "Companion protocol - wait", nothing more, a simple order that it could follow well enough.

With a silent prayer, he quickly racked the bolt on his 9mm subcarbine, flicking off the safety; he was still far enough away from the man that he could not have been detected from those sounds alone. From here, it was a matter of speed and stealth.

He stayed low, just below the ridge, sprinting along near-silently, feet making barely any noise as they seemingly glided across the ground in movements they'd executed a thousand times before. He was struck how much easier this was in simple reinforced leather armour relative to attempting stealth in full power armour, even when the servos were set to operate silently. He hoped that he had made the correct choice; if this man had allies, then the additional firepower of the power armour and Peacekeeper could perhaps have been convenient.

No time now, however.

He sprinted the last few hundred feet along the bottom of the ridge, carbine gripped tightly in his hands, until he could hear the man's heavy footsteps easily; he was exhausted from the day's travel, no doubt.

The man's footsteps grew louder, until Null knew that he was almost alongside. Now for the difficult part. Still remaining as quiet as he could - based on the lack of interruption in his foe's footsteps, he had yet to be detected - he vaulted the ridge, carbine held in one hand, rolling over the ridge as he hit the other side, before snapping up his rifle; he stood perhaps fifteen feet behind the pair of wastelanders. His finger curled steadily around the trigger. When his voice spoke, it was dark, commanding, cold.

"Turn around. Slowly."

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Terrence almost lost his balance, the cold voice interrupting him mid-stride. 'By the Tribe! I must be getting old; first I help this girl, then her beast sneaks up on me.' Slowly raising his hands outwards, rather than straight up and pushing Bandit off his back, Terrence slowly turned his body towards the voice and nearly let out a sigh of relief before he remembered he was still at gun point. His rifle was still in his hand, but shooting it one handed in this stance would be next to impossible.

Even in the quickly fleeting twilight, it was obvious that this man was not the same creature from that possessed town. He carried himself differently, almost in the exact opposite way of a wild animal. This man was conditioned and trained, his positioning and voice showed that quite clearly.

"To professional to be a Raider. NCR? Brotherhood?" If one were perceptive enough, the faint sound of hope could be heard in Terrence's voice. 'More likely to take prisoners, that way.'

Terrence shivered as a slow breeze crept by, carrying the cold of night on it's breath. The days were hot in the waste, but the ground grew freezing under the stars. 'And then there is the creatures that hunt under watch of the moon.' They couldn't have been more than a few hundred yards from the shack, easily kept warm by the furnace inside. 'What were the odds that this damnable soldier would find us just as we were nearly to safety?'

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Null moved from his crouch to a standing position, the barrel of his rifle not wavering for a moment as he took a step back. The air was quickly growing frigid; the lightweight armour offered little protection from the cold. He would need to procure a cloak at some point.

The man was a tribal, from the looks of him; tan skin, a wiry build, with fierce eyes that seemed to search everything for a way out. Those eyes were odd; moving around fast, checking everything, slightly panicked, wild in their own way, yet at the same time, perfectly calm. Null had never seen a tribal this close before - he'd fought them hundreds of times, for certain, but had never focused on the eyes, only on their weapons and armour and build, as they stood at the wrong end of a .50 BMG round barrelling downrange.

It had always struck him how easily humans died. Seemed so impossible, next to the power-armoured Enclave; how a few bullets, and they fell to the ground, bleeding and screaming. One round from the Peacekeeper could tear a leather-armoured tribal apart, ending them and everything they had ever known in the space of an instant. The end of the road for them.

He still felt nothing towards their loss.

"Not here to kill you," he said, still staring down the sights of his carbine. Rather ironic, a part of him thought, given that he had a rifle levelled at the man, but such was the nature of this war. He nodded towards the girl, the barrel of his gun remaining set in stone as he did so.

"What are you doing with her?"

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To be frank, when Bandit awoke, she would be more than livid at herself for collapsing like she did. There was nothing weaker than passing out before a stranger. Of course, this was all assuming that she managed to live. Although she knew not what happened around her, inside Bandit's inner core felt safe. Perhaps content would be a more fitting word. Still, at least she wouldn't be some Deathclaw's meal tonight, or so she prayed.

With night just around the corner, Bandit gave her first sign of life. It was just a light stir -- a twitch, if you will. The timing could have been better, but the blond didn't realize her carrier was being held at gunpoint by an unusually handsome beau.



(Note to self, never have a character faint. It's boring doing nothing.)

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"Not here to kill you," said the soldier. The tribal almost smiled. 'That is what usually tends to happen, regardless.' Terrence listened for sounds other than from himself, Bandit, or this stranger. Nothing else was going to sneak up on him while they were stationary, or so he hoped.

"What are you doing with her?" The concern in the stranger's voice was odd, almost fake and yet sincere, as if he was asking on behalf of someone else who's opinion he valued highly. Choosing his words carefully, Terrence kept his voice low in fear of being heard by some beast hunting by moonlight.

"I found her and a… companion in a town south-east of here. Some people put demons in the water, and the demons went in the townsfolk. They attacked her and the other one but I was able to help her get out. She lost a lot of blood but we managed to stop the bleeding with healing powder. I was on my way to a shack my tribe uses as an outpost when you stopped us." As Terrence finished, he felt Bandit shift her weight. This was the first sign of consciousness she had shown since he had set out for the outpost. He felt a sense of relief wash over him; 'So few people survive such dehydration, thank the gods I had some water left.'

"She's waking up. Bandit, are you with us? Bandit?"

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The barrel of the rifle flickered slightly from the tribal to the girl to the tribal. Her awakening... if this was what he'd expected, he could retrieve answers from her, then presume to shoot the tribal or let them go on their way.

But if this was a trap...

No use thinking about that. He was a Sigma Graduate; he stood as one of the finest soldiers the Wasteland had ever produced. If they both tried to jump him, the first moments of the fight were simple; fire for the second or so it'd take to empty his magazine, then discard his rifle, draw his trench knife and cut down whichever one survived with that with a quick backhand stab to the stomach, then a slash to the throat. Over in the time it took to take a breath.

His mind ran through these motions instantly, automatically, a weapon honed from decades of experience; his greatest weapon was locked in his skull, and he was thankful for it. He had been taught from a very young age that the strength of the Sigma operatives was not their extraordinary physical abilities, nor the incredibly advanced state of their weapons and armour, but instead, their minds. They were taught every skill they could conceivably need to know, taught to command entire armies in battle if need be, capable of assembling complex battle plans in moments to counter every possible enemy action.

And it still wasn't enough to save her.

"Don't move; not yet. Lower her if need be. When she awakes, I shall take answers from her."

His grip tightened around the pistol grip of his carbine.

"And no, I will not lower my weapon. Not until the truth has been given beyond the slightest shadow of doubt."

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"Ehhh?" Her head bobbed back and forth as her body was placed on the ground. It felt so odd to be back on the earth. The fresh scent of topsoil entered her nose. It started to get her mind ticking. Of course, her ears had yet to open to the sounds around her. Still unaware of the two men in her vicinity, she rolled herself over so that she now took on the doggy-style bottom position. Arms spread out the width of her shoulders, she just shook her head.

"Mif er hm eh em?" The words were huffs of air and had no subsistence to them. She was trying to speak, but she was still lacking that ability for the time being.

Flitting her lashes, the daze that still choked her tried to subdue her into submission, but Bandit was stronger than that (or so she liked to believe). Teeth tearing into her lip, she hoped the jab of pain would awaken whatever sanity remained within her soul. Hand reaching up, it rubbed her forehead before kicking off the hat she still managed to wear.

"Holy hell, Dimitri, did you shove me down a set of stairs again?" Blue eyes opening, she took in the sea of dirt around her. She had yet to notice that she was surrounded by two men, and neither of them were Slasher. "You really need to be more careful with me. I might look sixteen, but I'm in no shape to get roughed up." Scooting so that her body folded over her legs, she squatted. Head turning up, she caught her first glimpse of the strangers. Stammering backwards, she crab crawled herself back up against a rock. Breathing picking up, her panting and panicking began. Just what was happening? Who were these men and where was Slasher? Eyes jumping from Terrence to Null, she let out a fleeting exhale. "Who the hell are you?"

Hand patting herself down, Bandit sent her dagger-like stare toward the two men. "Tch, do you know who you're dealing with?" Even if she didn't have her gear, Bandit would figure out a way to escape these men. Rising, her courage flooded back into her veins. Plopping her cowboy hat atop her mess of blond hair, she smirked. While one hand put on the hat, the other checked her pants for the small blade she kept hidden there. Sure enough, it was gone. Damn, she cursed to herself, these boys were thorough. Oh well, she could make do with her fists of flailing fury. Right?

Lips pouting, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Spill it. Whatcha want with me?" She was their prisoner and the fact that she was still alive meant she had something they wanted. Truthfully, she wasn't sure why anyone would capture her over Slasher. Slash had all the secrets locked away in his head. He knew about the ban of scientists who were trying to purify the water and create a vaccine for the radiated. She? Heh, Bandit knew a few things about a few groups, but not enough to be a problem. Or at least that's what she liked to assume.

"Well?" Foot tapping on the ground, the woman was trying to standoffish approach with the hopes that these wasterlanders might just find her lack of confidence proof that she was worth keeping alive. She also hoped all this staling would give her Slasher ample time to come crashing and thrashing over the rocks around them. She secretly hoped he would drink in their blood and put an end to their cryptic ways.

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"Don't move; not yet. Lower her if need be. When she awakes, I shall take answers from her." The soldier was cautious, almost to a fault. 'Probably not much of a drinking buddy, this one.' Bending his knees, Terrence slowly lowered Bandit to the ground. Avoiding any wicked edges on the rocks or debris, he stepped away from her slowly and returned kept his hands up. 'At least the girl is not behind me now. No way this armour would have stopped that bullet going all the way through and hitting her.'

"And no, I will not lower my weapon. Not until the truth has been given beyond the slightest shadow of doubt." 'Over cautious indeed.'

"To tell you the truth; this time of night, I'd rather you kept at the ready. Please tell me that… contraption is loaded." The young Numinu kept looking around, taking in the sights that moonlight allowed and the smells carried on the cold breeze. The wasteland was not savage in itself, but savage things still prowled the sands. 'Exhibit A, that thing from the town.'

"Ehhh? Mif er hm eh em?" Bandit writhed on the ground, like some child fighting the urge to return to sleep. If Terrence hadn't been more conditioned by the harshness of the Wasteland, he'd have been distracted by the primal urge to gape at her backside like a slack jawed fool.

"Holy hell, Dimitri, did you shove me down a set of stairs again? You really need to be more careful with me. I might look sixteen, but I'm in no shape to get roughed up." She turned to see Terrence and the stranger, panicking almost immediately and crab walking away, her eyes darted around searching for something that wasn't there. Finally taking in Terrence and the soldier, she sighed. Terrence himself merely looked at the soldier and shrugged his shoulders, almost asking 'Well what now, smart guy.'

"Tch, do you know who you're dealing with?" Terrence almost laughed at the wild determination in her eyes, a contrast to the sleeping form that had been drooling on his shoulder only moments ago. She appeared to be reaching for something on her back pocket but then came up empty, likely a knife or gun she had dropped when she had run to him back at the town. Terrence almost laughed again; 'never could keep my stuff held down at her age, either.'

"Spill it. Whatcha want with me? Well?" Terrence looked from Bandit to the soldier, then back again. 'Dimitri? That wouldn't be…'

"Dimitri would not happen to be the person you went into that town with, would it? The one opening the possessed with his bare hands, I mean." Looking around once more to check for animals stalking the trio, Terrence gestured to Bandit's hand and the empty water canteen that was tied around her wrist. She was dehydrated, and now she wasn't. 'Two and two make four.'

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"Loaded? Always," Null responded, but suddenly, his entire body tensed at a distinct sound.

A scream resounded in the distance.

Null showed no outward reaction, but his mind raced, dividing its processes between focusing on the situation in front of him and analysing the scream. Not low or broken enough to be a Ghoul - not animalistic enough to be a Deathclaw or Yao Guai. A man. It was human.

Not a roar of pain... more like a war cry. But not a war cry of hundreds charging into the fray. No sounds of battle, no further screams resounded; not conflict. Only one man, howling at the moon, a human without humanity. A monster.

A monster that, by all rights, appeared to be headed this way.

He turned his attention back to the situation at hand. They had to keep moving before that man got here - without his powered armour, a fight against three individuals simultaneously fell outside acceptable probability of victory. He could not afford this conflict now. Nonetheless, his first priority needed to be to ascertain the situation.

"Do you know who you're dealing with?"

The analysed the girl quickly. Young, slim, fit, and likely well-armed for combat; but nonetheless, physically, she was substantially smaller than he was, and it seemed likely that she lacked formalised military training. She appeared tenacious, but it was likely that her ferocity would cloud her judgement in combat.

"I am attempting to protect you," Null responded. "What he is doing with you - such is the reason for my presence."

Why was he even here? The thought flitted through his neurons for just a second. What did he think he was doing? He had no concern for her life. All this was - another chance to get him killed. Nothing more. Why did he take this risk? To honour her memory?

The dead knew nothing of honour.

But she wasn't dead. Not yet. Her soul still had yet to die.

Upon compulsion, he whispered to himself, "And until she's dead, I carry her..."

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"Oi, you boys are dense." Rolling her shoulders forward, Bandit allowed herself to take a breather. If these guys wanted to do something with her, they'd have done so by now. And with how much they talked, it hardly seemed like they were the enemy. At least, not right now.

Turning toward Terrence, Bandit had to head a blush on her face. Nervously, she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. One of her legs tucked behind her other and she bashfully turned her head aside. "That would be my Dimitri. Unorthodox, crazed, and cannibalistic in nature, but the only man who truly fights, lives, and breathes for me." When the scream filled the air, her eyes ran toward the mournful call. "I doubt he'll follow. He knows better. He's on a mission." Stepping forward, she playfully pushed Null's gun to the side some. "And if he does come this way, I'll tell him to spare you. For the most part, he doesn't just kill humans. He only kills those who pose a threat to my health." For a second, her hand rubbed her belly and all the emotion on her face drained away. Snapping back to her wits, she brushed her hand away and tipped her hat back some. God, she was just an open book before these men. If they were thinking of killing her, they might just do it now. She sounded so weak and vulnerable. Not to mention, it was pretty obvious she had her lover on her mind. Ugh, she kicked herself for even thinking about the baby she never had.

"So you're attempting to protect me from this guy?" Two fingers pointed at Terrence. "Pretty sure he's the fellow who saved my life." Coughing, she pattered herself down. Shit, Slasher had the canteen. She would get no water from her lack of a canteen. However, as her hand dug into her pocket, she pulled out what looked like a week old piece of mole rat jerky. Great, more dry stuff. But she still popped it into her mouth quickly, hoping it would magically call forth saliva due to the sudden sensation of eating. It helped, but not enough to quench her thirst. "Don't suppose we passed water." Lips cracked and chapped, the blond sighed. "I'm bone dry and Slash, erm Dimitri, has my canteen." The more she thought about it, the more she realized that her canteen was actually empty -- the one with Dimitri that is. Brows furrowing, she reached out her hand to touch a cooling rock. Within no time, this arid desert would become a frozen tundra. No snow or ice would fall, but the temperature would drop well into the colder temperatures.

Looking around, she saw the direction she and Terrence must have come from. Looking forward, she tilted her head to the side. "Overton City isn't too far from here. Maybe a two-day walk." Although Bandit was no expert when it came to traveling, the wanderer had spent a lot of time exploring the eastern side of Texas. And, in all her travels, she learned about the other pockets of human life. Overton City, although not the best of places, would at least have food, water, and shelter. Not to mention, humans and walls. "Or we can go back where we came from. We could investigate what happened to the people there." At this point, she was just grabbing straws and trying to pick the right one. She didn't know if these men would follow her. She wasn't even sure if they would let her go. But she figured she would at least be semi-useful. Usefulness tended to result in living.

"I'm so rude. I'm Jessica, but the wasteland likes to call me Bandit." Hand digging into her back ass pocket, she pulled out an old torn and tattered photograph. "And that's my Dimitri," she said tapping the photograph. Below her finger was a man clad in a white coat with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Beside him stood a laughing Jessica, in nothing but her short leather shorts and a simple tank-top.

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Images flashed before Null's mind as Bandit pushed his gun to the side.

"Not everything out here is trying to kill you, Null," she grinned, pushing down the barrel of his Peacekeeper as the Mole Rat sniffed at his power-armoured knee. "It's trying to be friendly, see?"

He remained tense, rifle held tightly, staring down its scope at the splotch-marked pale-skinned animal that seemed to snort a few times, before gazing up at him with watery eyes and turning, scurrying away into the bush.

"See? Not a threat in the slightest," she laughed. "This place is bad, sure, but it isn't the hell you might think it is. Some things are just curious, to see who you are. You're interesting to them. Different. New. They've never seen anything like you."

He turned to her, an odd thought entering his mind and a moment later, his voice. "Just as you are interesting to me, then."

She laughed, and beneath her hooded leather armour, he could swear that he saw the slightest pinkness entering her cheeks; he understood little of it, but that brought a tiny bit of warmth to within his chest. An oddly pleasant emotion that he could not comprehend.

He turned, staring out; the sun was slowly setting over the distant mountains, and the cold night would come soon. They needed to find shelter. But instead of moving off, he allowed himself a moment of contemplation, staring out into the distant sun.

"No, I have never encountered one such as you before."

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment," she said, stepping up beside him, gazing into the sunset. "Try to say something that isn't either related to combat or deeply profound sometime, though. You might enjoy it."

This time, it was his turn to laugh.

He ignored her comments about the boy, only understanding the basest concepts; he seemed to love her, and she him, and he appeared to be at least partially psychologically damaged, based on her discussion of his traits. A threat - a madman, perhaps. But he would die like the rest if it came to it. Which, also from her words, it would not.

"Attempting to ascertain the truth of that," Null replied, re-affirming his rifle's gaze upon the man but keeping one eye on the girl; his left arm tensed, ready to snap downwards and tear his knife from its sheath to plunge into her. He disliked being this close to her - close enough for her to kill.

"Nonetheless, we should shelter for the night. Continue to Overton tomorrow. Safety in numbers in these parts, after all; easier if there's someone to keep watch. The man who carried you claims he has shelter nearby." He exhaled heavily, before inhaling and holding his breath. He was about to put his faith in another - never a clever decision, but one of his only options at this stage. "Do you trust him?"

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"I am attempting to protect you," said the soldier. "What he is doing with you - such is the reason for my presence." Though the words were measured and strong, Terrence sensed a fleeting feeling of exasperation. 'Pretty young to be tired of it all, this one.'

"That would be my Dimitri. Unorthodox, crazed, and cannibalistic in nature, but the only man who truly fights, lives, and breathes for me." Almost like a thunderclap punctuating a dramatic moment in some old-world comic book, that beast's howl carried itself across the sands to both terrify and accuse. 'I knew this was a bad idea. I knew it, I knew it. This bitch is nuts.

"I doubt he'll follow. He knows better. He's on a mission. And if he does come this way, I'll tell him to spare you. For the most part, he doesn't just kill humans. He only kills those who pose a threat to my health." Bandit looked at the soldier when she said that, giving Terrence a sense of unease. 'Gain the trust of the stronger, turn him against the weaker? Stab the victorious in the back when he expects a crown, I would not imagine.' Terrence scanned the surroundings once more, paranoid at the thought of this… Dimitri somehow emulating the speed of the creatures that he reminded Terrence of.

"So you're attempting to protect me from this guy? Pretty sure he's the fellow who saved my life." Terrence kept his silence, throwing a look at the soldier that simply said 'I told you so.' As Bandit began to pat herself down, Terrence noticed that something was missing. 'The canteen!'

"Attempting to ascertain the truth of that," said the soldier. 'Far as I am concerned, you're a soldier who fled from duty and she is a conspirator with a feral cannibal. It should be me who does not trust either of you. A sour look accompanied the thought, the Numinu not having a care as to who saw it.

"Damn it all," he muttered under his breath. Maybe it fell off when I put her down? Scanning the ground, Terrence found the water tote lying in the dirt by his own foot. Cursing his own idiocy, he debated whether or not to stoop low and pick it up while still at gunpoint. After a few moments, he decided. 'If he was going to shoot, he would have done it already.' Slowly reaching low, he grabbed the strap in his empty hand and gingerly returned it to the bottle holder on the bag hanging on his shoulder. 'Empty, but not for long.'

"Don't suppose we passed water. I'm bone dry and Slash, erm Dimitri, has my canteen." 'Slash? A nickname? Well that certainly isn't foreboding.'

"Overton City isn't too far from here. Maybe a two-day walk. Or we can go back where we came from. We could investigate what happened to the people there." Terrence immediately began to feel unease at the thought of going back. The image of that creature plunging it's hands unto Terrence's stomach and reveling in the blood while Bandit cheered him on nearly caused him to vomit. He'd rather face the two-day walk to Overton without water than go back to that beast.

"I'm so rude. I'm Jessica, but the wasteland likes to call me Bandit. And that's my Dimitri." She help up some kind of photograph, a rarity since film was so hard to come by. The image only confirmed that Dimitri was indeed that thing from back in the village. Here, he almost seemed human alongside the smiling woman.

"Nonetheless, we should shelter for the night. Continue to Overton tomorrow. Safety in numbers in these parts, after all; easier if there's someone to keep watch. The man who carried you claims he has shelter nearby. Do you trust him?" 'This soldier seems as tired of these shenanigans as I am. Maybe he is not a robot after all… wait, did I just get volunteered for something.'

"I have got a gun pointed at me and this woman is friends with a man who tears into people for laughs. Seems like someone should be asking me that question." Exasperated and tired, Terrence relaxed his body and returned to a normal stance. 'Like hell I will die with my hands up.'

"Overton was next on my tour. I can add an extra gun to the group, I guess. Shack is just north of here… I think."

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It was so interesting to here these two men banter back and forth. It was almost refreshing. At least in the sense that she wasn't going to be alone. As much as she adored Slasher, his company wasn't always the best. When it came to charm and speech, he was certainly lacking those human traits. He was gruff, ruthless, and mean. Sure, she got used to his haughty tongue and rude quips. She blamed love on that one. Actually, she blamed the wasteland for that, for she couldn't help but wonder if things were different if she wouldn't have fallen for a man like Terrence. Or even Null. At least they had a drop of humanity in them still. Or so she believed.

When Terrence finally agreed to the terms (not like he could refuse, especially with a gun pointed at him), Bandit smiled. It was nice to see these two men getting along. And, for once, the two men weren't fighting over her. There was just something about being a woman in the wasteland that wasn't fun. Actually, she believed being a woman in general had its downsides. Granted, she was known for wolf-whistling at handsome faces from time to time. Of course, Slasher was never around to hear those sexual calls.

"Whelp, I guess it's settled. We'll head to your shack and set out tomorrow morning for Overton." Stepping closer to Terrence, she extended a hand. It just dangled there for a moment before her blue orbs glanced up at to meet his face. "Thank you stranger for your help. I'm sure I'd be dead if you hadn't intervened." Leaning inward without any warning, she planted a small peck on his cheek. It was her sign of thanks and it came across a little more personal than the proposed handshake. Not to mention, there was something to Terrence's Native American features that appealed to her. Perhaps it was his long, black hair? Or the way he carried himself? Heh, maybe it was because he was different from her. She, a spitting image of a blond haired, blue-eyed German, just couldn't put her finger on it yet. But if it got too cold at night, Bandit wouldn't hesitate curling up next to this guy.

With a wink, she redirected her attention to the soldier. "And of course I trust him. Who willingly offers up medicine, water, and aid to someone who runs around with a madman? Not to mention, I don't feel like I was raped, groped, or touched inappropriately. I'm afraid this guy is about as sincere and genuine as they come." The latter words she spoke might have come across a tad jeering, but it was for Terrence's own good. He did come across too good to be true.

Now that her eyes were trained on Null, Bandit gave him a once over. It was hard to really get a feel for the man while his armor. Based on the looks and size, though, Null appeared to be quite the man. The fact that he trudged around in that suit must have meant something (i.e. muscles up the wazoo!). 'I would need to see him without his clothes on to determine if I would tap him or not. Oh who am I kidding, he's hunky. Just look at that armor. And his posture. Ugh, and that voice. Swooning and wet. God, I'm a mess right now. Hope Slash doesn't come around. He could smell my desires from a mile away....' A blush came onto her cheeks and she quickly turned away. She had no time to start picturing these guys under her (she preferred top). And yet, she couldn't suppress the images that started to clutter her mind.

'Jeez, Jess, way to mentally cheat on your partner. You're just full of great ideas, aren't you? Clearly the lack of water and food is getting to me. Now I just need to stop thinking and start following.'

"Well, lead the way good sir!" Gathering up her gear, she trotted up behind Terrence.