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Mal Vindictus

"Yeah, ok."

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a character in “Fallout: The Irradiated Tales”, as played by Sneakyrio

Description

Name: Mal Vindictus

Species:Human

Age:30

Looks: Mal is a hulking 6'10" and weighs in at about 313lbs. He has dark brown hair shaved as closely to his scalp as possible. There are many bald patches from the many scars he has gotten over his life time. Mal has a scraggly beard (Similar to avatar pic). Mals face looks weathered and tired, like rough leather. He is in top physical condition, his body rippling with muscle, but not in an unseemly fashion. The most striking feature about Mal is his left eye. Their is a large brand mark on it and the eye underneath is very much dead. He can only see out of his right eye, which is a mint green color.

Bio

Strength: 10

Perception: 1

Endurance: 10

Charisma: 1

Intelligence: 6

Agility: 6

Luck: 6

3 best skills: Unarmed, Repair, Melee

Other: Has a Legion Mongrel with him named "Scipio" or "Skip".

Personality

Personality: Mal has a very calm demeanor, his face is ever placid, never betraying the searing hate he holds within his heart. The hate that he denies retribution, never acting upon it. Mal refuses to show the world his anger. For the last time he revealed his hate, he lost his only friend and received a brand upon his face. Due to this, Mal rarely shows emotion, except maybe the occasional smile for the little joys in his life. Usually when he speaks he sounds tired. Mal no longer has any moral standing and will do anything for caps. Has reserves when it comes to children. He's just usually very calm and collected. Almost like he always has something daunting on his mind. When asked a question, his usual response is, "Yeah, ok." Not caring what people ask of him....well almost.

Interactions with others: Malcolm always speaks respectfully to everyone he meets. It doesn't matter who. He treats everyone the same without prejudice or spite. Even if deep down he hates who this person is, he will never show it. Be it ghouls, super mutants or any other tribe of people.

Likes: Cigarettes, the sound and feel of the wind, the sound of many people talking, Scipio, children, apples, Nukacola

Dislikes: Alcohol, NCR, Caesars Legion, quick tempered people, swindling traders, raiders

Allegiance: Ex Caesars Legion; None

Sexuality: Bi-sexual

Weakness: His indifference to most situations, bad eye sight, Cigarettes

Habits: Clenches his fists if he is around something he dislikes

Addictions: Cigarettes

Karma: Neutral

Equipment

Equipment:
[*] Armor of the Vindicator - Mal had fashioned together Legion Praetorian armor and Veteran Ranger armor. It has become more of a symbol for Mal than a means of protection. Combined they make a heavy armor. The chest plate being praetorian painted black with a crude circled "V" painted in red on the front. and advanced riot gear leggings. Complete with a tarnished Ranger duster with padded hood. All symbols of each side had been removed, and on the back of the duster painted in red is the same symbol shown on his face. With it, he also has a khaki piece off cloth he puts over his mouth during dust storms and tinted goggles.

[*] Talio - Given to the Praetorian guards of Caesars Legion, this personalized ballistic fist weapons has a trigger plate placed on the broadside of the persons fist. When this plate is hit hard enough, the wrist mounted double barrel shotgun will fire for a point blank shotgun blast to the face......or wherever. It is on his right hand.

[*] Bladed Gauntlet - For those times when you just want to gut somebody and feel their life slip away. Crafted by raiders, this malicious weapon is three jagged blades mounted on a gauntlet is perfect for gutting, rending and just screwing up an enemy close and personal like. He wears it on his left hand.

[*] Sawn-off Shotgun - Can never be too careful out here, am I right?

Items:
Nukacola x3
carton of cigarettes x13
Stimpack x6
Squirrel Stew
Radaway x2
caps x250
Shotgun shells x212

History

History:The first thing Mal remembers is being handed over to Caesars Legion when he was seven years old. He was a slave, as far as he knew, and he was owned by a man named Tribune Cassius Valerian. Mals main duties were to clean up the arena of entrails and limbs before the next fight. One day, some of the older limb gatherers fancied a go at Mal and cornered him in the arena for a quicky. In a fit of desperation and rage, Mal beat all three of his attackers to death with his fists. Cassius was intrigued by this. He put Mal through basic legion training and at age 13, put him in the arena fights. Mal won every match they put him in. For 6 years he fought, for 6 years he was treated like a prized mongrel, for 6 years his hate was nurtured.

The only solace he found during his life was a friend. A boy a bit younger than himself, a boy named Brutus Valerian. The son of his captor, was his dearest friend. It was Brutus that convinced his father to free Mal and put him in the legion. Cassius was convinced that Mal had earned his freedom and the privilege to join the ranks of the Legion. He fought in many battles with the legion alongside Brutus, he killed many NCR troops and civilians during Caesars Campaign for expansion, and even attained the rank of a Praetorian. He even struggled many nights with Brutus as well. Until, during the siege of a town called Troma, a child threw a rock at the head of Legate Lannius. He ordered that the child be crucified along with his entire family and friends. For once in his life, Mal spoke his mind. He called the Legate filth for willingly staining his hands with innocent blood. He ordered him be held down. Lannius returned with a hot poker and branded Mal over his right eye with the brand of a traitor. Lannius gave him the title Vindictus so Mal may fuel his existence to bring revenge on Lannius. He was then stripped naked, flogged and left for dead in the ashes of Troma.

Mal still lay there the next morning where Brutus and his dog Scipio found him. Brutus wanted to help Mal escape from here and start a new life, together. As Brutus carried Mal to the nearest inn, he was shot in the head by a sniper. A group of NCR Rangers approached Mal and asked if he was okay. In a blood haze, Mal took Brutus's Ballistic fist and killed all three of them. After it was over, Mal wept the hardest he ever had over the loss of his only friend and lover. He vowed that day, to never let his emotions rule him ever again. Mal patch-worked a ranger and Brutus's armor together, and with his own blood, painted an encircled V on the breastplate, so he never forgot what Lannius named him and the price of his emotions. Mal Gathered what few supplies he could scavenge of the Rangers and headed West. The rest is history.

The Brand: Image

Occupation: Roaming Mercenary

Marital Status: Single

Family:
Blood Brother: Brutus Valerian(Deceased)

So begins...

Mal Vindictus's Story

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Mal simply sat there towering over everybody in his group. He had clenched his fist a little when he heard the man send out the bigot remark. Ignorance is the poison of progression, he thought to himself. Mal believed he called himself Xander. His facial expression didn't change at all though, no hint of his discomfort for the man ever reached his body, save his fists. The entire meeting, Mal had his hood up and goggles on, which blocked out most of his face. he was still wearing them so they had yet to see his brand. Then a sweet little thing introduced herself as Lola. Mal shall dub her......Raider Bait. She was young and her voice portrayed it. She was exited with a hint of smugness and overconfidence. Oh how the young slew squalor upon those who wish to cleanse, he thought to himself. even though he had left the Legion, their teachings had stuck with him. He was so wrapped up in observing his party, he hadn't noticed Scipio looking at him with those big eyes of his. Mal sighed. He turned towards the barkeep. "Excuse me, sir? Can you get me a bottle of purified water?" The Ghoul eyed him for a second, then nodded. Mal threw him some caps and he in turn threw a water bottle at him. Mal nodded at him. He then retrieved a small plastic Tupperware container and placed it on the ground. He then poured the water into it. Scipio simply stared at it, awaiting his masters command. "Resqara." he said simply to the mongrel. The dog then went to town on the water. Slurping it up at an alarming rate.

Mal then turned back to the group. He slowly removed his hood and then took off his goggles and let them hang around his neck. He rubbed his head a few times before looking at them with one green eye and one branded dead eye. "Names Mal." He said in a tired baritone. "I'm strong, really strong. Like kill 7 men with my bare hands strong. I'm also...tough, I guess would be the word for it." He took the top off his Nukacola and took a swig. His body shook slightly from the elation of sweet carbonated nectar. "Ever since I could remember Ive been able to take hits like they were nothing. Blades, bullets, even some explosives. Ive always been able to get right back up and keep going. It came in handy for the ten years I served in an army. I also have advanced combat training for a man of my talents. I'm not just big, strong and tough. Ive been thoroughly trained in how to use those elements to their greatest potential." He took another drink from his bottle and petted Scipio on the head. "So, Ive got your back. I can take a lot and dish at just as much. Skip here's also a great tracker and fighter. Neither of us are afraid to die either." He stopped and finished his drink. He looked round a bit more. "Oh, and before you ask. I didn't serve in the NCR." He then became quite and stoic again, waiting for the others to get their points across.

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Black watched as each had introduced themselves, the only evidence betraying his position was his helmet, its two green lenses lit up dimly against his dark background. He was leaning against the back wall partly concealed by the shadow created by the lighting, quietly observed his new comrades, from what they looked like, to what they brought with them. One was a hacker/medic, though kept claiming he was a "born" sniper. Another was a colorful bitch, a repairman and demolitions expert, she would be a wonderful addition. But he had kept his eye on the towering fucker, big enough to be a tank, but not green enough to have a super mutant as a mother. The last person he could observed looked as if she was a fine piece of ass, resting against one of the bar's stools, but he wasn't thinking to take any chances, for she had a shotgun. The ghoul didn't notice him in the room, and it was his cue. Finally, he decided it would be best for an introduction to be in order.

Shifting forward, taking a step out of the shadow, one could see he was sharpening one of combat blades. He was clad in what seemed as a custom suit of Ranger Armor, or even Riot Gear for that matter. Had this sort of dark aura surrounding him, to say the least. Had the composure of an ex-soldier, a mercenary, Marksman Carbine strapped to his back and a 10mm submachine gun holstered neatly against his right leg. Black duster covered up most of his armored form, an old desperado hat over his mask, he began to introduce himself.

"Well, hello ladies. I guess it's my turn to get introduced. Let's make this sweet and short. Call me the Seven of Diamonds. Ex-Ranger, marksman from my old unit. CQB and repairs I can do, but my passion comes in the form of scouting. Emphasis on Ex." He ended his sentence with a flick of his left wrist, sending his newly sharpened blade into the pool table to his left, digging deeply into the felt, wounding it as if it were a wild animal. "So, how are we going to do this?"

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The smoke lingered thick in the bar, and the scent was driving her mad. Leaning over the stool, balancing her toes on the lower bar she lifted her rear in the air, and reached into a tight back pocket, slipping out the rectangle box creating an indentation in the fabric. She sat back down and flipped the hard case open, slipping out a cigarette and placing it between her lips. Checking another pocket on her thigh she whipped out a Zippo with plastered with a red and yellow toxic symbol and sucked the flame, blowing a stream of smoke into the air in front of her.
She sat between Mal and the first one to speak, though she noted that he never mentioned his name. Beyond them sat Amelia and "Zephan" both of whom she already disliked. Another walked out of the shadows close to hte group, then he was out of her head as quickly as he entered the light. She had no interest in men who hid their faces.
What fools... she thought as she watched the ditsy one flash her shotgun around, and was happy the barrel was pointed up, At least if it goes off only her fuckin head gets blown off...
As for Zephan she only had the urge to punch him in the face. The plan sounds fine, but damn is he annoying.
She puffed on her ciggarette again and turned to Mal.
He seems competent, and I have to admit....the hound is a intelligent companion. She examined him more closely, noticing two yellow marks between his index and middle finger and flipped open her case once again, reaching out in front of him.
"Want one?" she offered plainly.

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Keep it together, Black. The kid just wants his 15 minutes of fame, let it go, Black thought to himself, tightly clenching his fist. Calming down a little, he loosened his grip, then reached to grab for his blade, still lodged into the pool table beside him. He knew there was no possible way that kid could have been a veteran. The NCR would never drop their standards that low, nor did rangers act that way. By his actions, he must have been under twenty, and that alone disqualified any chances of him legitimately owning that sequoia. Black had settled on the idea of that he must have stolen it, trying to use it to impersonate being an actual ranger.

Sheathing the blade on his right leg, he turned and watched the colorful bitch offer a cigarette to the beast of a man. As he diverted his attention back to the rest of his new "team", he would have an easier time getting along with the scientist or hell, even one of the two females present in the group. Hearing the bigot of a kid speak those blood curdling words, he scoffed at the idea of him trying to be leader.

"Sorry, kid, but if you're going to threaten to kill somebody, I hope you have the balls to pull the trigger. Because, frankly, I would rather have a deathclaw lead us than your inexperienced, scrawny ass. With that said, don't be surprised if somebody accidentally shoots you in the back of the head."

Watching the kid turn around and head towards the door, he made a slight grunt from behind his helmet, as he reached to unholster his 10mm.

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Mal had simply been sitting back and watching the group go on with introducing themselves. They were a colorful group if anything. The girl who introduced herself next seemed very sweet and curious. He had no idea why the hell she was here. Mr. Daisy made it seem like all of the people here had an essential skill, what was hers? Either way she seemed like good company. The man who stepped from the shadows, Mal's fists immediately clinched incredibly hard. He could immediately tell he was a veteran Ranger before he said a word. The armor was unmistakable. He had killed enough of them to know what they look like and what they act like. As long as Mal kept himself cool and under control, they wouldn't have a problem. Then again, it wouldn't stop him from having a bit of fun with him. The next one though, he would definately have a serious problem with him. He obviously got here from a fake reputation. You only get a sequoia after 20 years of service as a ranger. This kid hasn't even been alive that long. And who the hell was the wolf? Never heard of him before and quite honestly, he might have to let Skip eat this kid.

He was just sitting back now, enjoying the sounds of people talking, it always calmed him. When he heard a female voice pick up. "Want one?" Mal looked down to see Lola, cigarette in her mouth and one in hand. Mal gave her a small smile, small, but you could see the warmth in it. He reached down and carefully plucked it from her fingers, It looked like a toothpick in his hands as he raised it to his mouth. He reached into his coat and pulled out a match box. It struck up one of the matches and lit his addiction. He took in a deep puff, the cigarette already burning, and exhaled upwards. He then looked back at her. "Thanks....Lola." was all he said in his basic monotone. He then reached down and gave Scipio another pat on the head. he had finished his water and he was back in his watch dog position. Scipio is an impeccably trained animal, responding to physical and verbal commands. The verbal commands were all in the language of the Legion, which was called Latin. He was the only thing left of Brutus, and Mal loved him.

Mal turned his attention back to the man called Xander. He seemed to be explaining to Amelia what CQB meant. She seemed very inquisitive and interested in the group. But honestly......Mal didn't like her. It seemed she just wanted to be everybody's friend, which is not the attitude you need to survive out here. He would have to keep his eye on her to make sure she doesn't get hurt.

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"Thank you for clearing that up... Xander." Black nodded towards the scientist, noticing the Pipboy on his left arm. "So, I'm going to take a wild guess and say that you're from one of those, um, vaults. Am I correct?"

Ignoring the kid as he left the room, he turned his attention to the giant, who had just flared a cigarette up and holding it in his maw. "So, nice dog you have there. Mongrel, no doubt, by telling how he obeyed your command. And from your left eye, I say you're Legion material."

The four in the room, for some reason, reminded him of his old unit...

The five of them returned from an operation to take out a raider gang leader named Bawls in Southern California, stationed at an outpost near where Los Angeles once stood. Each of them, a veteran ranger in their own right, had a specific role within the team, who they dubbed themselves "Hell's Angels". For some reason, it was these four that Black bonded well with, and they bonded with him pretty well at the same time. Black was the Marksman, the crackerjack shooter, the dead-eye. Darius was the demolitions expert, carrying an unhealthy weight of rockets and explosives. Foxx was the Close Quarters specialist, legendary with her use of a Sequoia from 70 meters away, while anybody else can fire it up to 50 meters. Jenkins, may God bless his soul, was the Tech-Specialist, often keeping tabs on the team's objectives. Then there was Kels, the team leader, absolute badass. Ironic part was she had more balls than the entire team together, because she had put her ass on the line to keep the team from being disbanded. She was the glue that had kept the team together...

Snapping back to reality, he could see it clearly. Well, this is going to get interested, Black thought to himself. "So, again, how are we going to do this?"

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Mal was still smoking when things started to happen. Lola seemed to just leave, apparently she just needed air. She seemed very pleasant and she definitely knew what was going on, unlike Amelia bless her heart. Speaking of Amelia, she piped up and started to talk about having a leader. Mal honestly didn't like the idea. The thought of one mans decision controlling the fate of so many again sickened him. Personally he believed they should all just work together, but some of their attitudes, he didn't know how hard that would be. He genuinely surprised when she voted for him to lead them. Sure he had leadership experience but no way in nuclear winter was he going to do it. He also found it strange for her to just pick him, they never even spoke before today. She also seriously misjudged his character......or did she? Mal started thinking about it but was interrupted by Xander. "I agree that we should have a leader, though no offense to our friend here who could snap me like a tooth pick, it shouldn't be him. Now, we need a leader who talk their way through tough situations and be able to convince us to stay together." There was a better judge of his character. He was a bit put off how blunt the guy was being, not that Mal is even remotely sensitive, still.

Mal raised his massive hand rested it on Xander's shoulder. His face ever placid and his voice a monotone. "None taken." He said to him and patted on the back a few times. He was just about to finish his cigarette when the ranger called him out on him being from the Legion. At the mere mention of it, his fists clenched but immediately released. Scipio cocked his head towards the man and a low growl escaped his throat. It seems Scipio couldn't fight it any longer. Mal simply laid his hand on his head and Skip stopped growling and went back to a placid dog face. Mal looked at Seven with his good eye, his face a pure neutral. "That's right. Praetorian first class, first cohort. This is Scipio. A pleasure." Mal said to him with pure blandness in his tone like always. Scipio wasn't make anymore noises, but his eyes never left Seven. "And before any of you asked, yes I have both enslaved and crucified people." he said without batting an eyelash or showing any signs of anything. He knew the question woud come up sooner or later and he preferred to handle it sooner than later.

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A few more songs passed by as she sat outside the bar.
What's going on in there... she sneered, wanting to get going. Tossing ehr things back in the bag she flung it over her shoulder and walked back into the bar,standing in the open doorway, letting the sun shine in behind her, she leaned on the door frame. Waving her hand and examining her nails she asked, "Can we decide what's happening and get going? I have some things to do, and I'm not getting any more caps sitting in this damn bar."
She leaned against the door frame, bending her knee and resting her foot against the frame, "Mal, why don't you and the hound come with me? That's a start."
She tapped her foot and crossed her arms thinking, No way I'll be working close to her, or those other two... mentally checking people off...pondering the division of shares...

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"I agree that we should have a leader, though no offense to our friend here who could snap me like a tooth pick, it shouldn't be him. Now, we need a leader who talk their way through tough situations and be able to convince us to stay together."

Seeing how the girl, the one named Amelia, was trying to befriend everyone, and hell, she had even suggested that Mal should be the leader. Black knew exactly what she was trying to do: she was the kind to try to befriend you, try to get your guard down, then she stabs you in the back in some possible way. He had seem the ruse before. "Now, while I do prefer an equal vote in decisions, we do need a PR, somebody who's good with people. That being said, my vote goes with the lass."

Keeping his eye on Mal and his dog, Black had heard the stories about the Legion, especially those with Praetorians involved, how they would rend a soldier a new one if they got within melee distance. The man looked as if he could rip Black's arm off if they tried to shake hands, and Black wasn't sure he wanted that happening to him. "Well, sir, I'd shake your hand, but I'm not so keen on getting myself ripped in half from a man of your stature, so I won't."

In the corner of his eye, he could see Xander going into town with that gum, which was still surprisingly chewy, given by his expression. He had observed the colorful one, Lola, exit the room, after stating something around needing to have some fresh air. He would most certainly agree, as the air within the building was pretty stale, as well as slowly being replaced by the smoke from the few occupants than them. "So, what is it going to-"

He was in mid sentence as his attention turned towards the door. Another figure had appeared in the door, who had the appearance of seeming to be lightly armored. But observing on how the man, or woman, or whatever sex the person was, made his stance, Black quickly dismissed the idea of having to introduce himself to another mercenary. "Well, look guys, it's the kid. He bought himself a fine piece of armor to make himself look tough. Now where was I?"

After a few minutes after that, Black had noticed Lola in the doorway, asking Mal for help with something. "What you need help with?"

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"Finally," she said walking next to the giant, Mal.
She had her bag crossing her body and was walking swiftly to catch up with the tall man, "I wonder if they will choose any one," she said, "Hopefully not that Amelia girl...there is something off about her. I can't quite figure it out, but I think sh is hiding something...but I'm no fool, I didn't make it this far by trusting everyone. " Eying the hound she said, "So, what's his name?" She walked with her arms above her head, stretching her body out.
The sun beat down on her skin and her ink glowed, pushing her chest out while she stretched she revealed a heart with a knife piercing it and a lock covering it with the phrase, "Ain't No Sunshine While He's Gone."
Reaching in her pocket she pulled out her aviators and slipped them on her face. As she walked next to him she pulled out her Hunting Rifle and flipped open the chamber inserting one bullet at a time, returning it to her holster on the left.
On her right she hand her "Light Shining in The Darkness" which she had loaded, already snug in its holster.
She unwrapped her hand straps to reposition her brass knuckles and re wrapped her hand. Once she was satisfied she pulled out her cig case and pulled out a half from earlier, and lighting it, tucking the case and her hand into her pocket.

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Mal glanced over through his tinted goggles as Lola caught up to him and started keeping pace. She then asked a question. "Maybe, maybe not. I'm not sure anyone here wants to take that kind of responsibility. Though my caps are on that Xander guy from the Vault." He said throwing down his coal. She then said something that surprised him. "Hopefully not that Amelia girl...there is something off about her. I can't quite figure it out, but I think she is hiding something...but I'm no fool, I didn't make it this far by trusting everyone." Mal eyed her for a bit. "Really? I thinks she's sweet, she has no idea what's going on and obviously doesn't even know what side of that shotgun is the business end, but sweet." Mal said in his trademark monotone. He thought about for a bit though. A girl like that would survive better with an act. "Then again, I'm a shit judge of character." He said, flashing her a small smile. Lola then inquired about his companion. "This is Scipio, he's not your typical dog that you can bribe with food or belly rubs. I'm the only one who can make him do anything and he's saved my life more than I care to mention." He then pulled out another cigarette and lit it up. "Believed it or not, he took down a Deathclaw once. Sure it was focused on me, but he still jumped up and tore that cunt's throat out. He was sick for a week." He gave a quick glance down at Skip, and he gave one back at him.

After Lola seemed to lock and load, they soon reached the edge of town. They then stood there for a spell. "So," he started off, his deep voice rumbling. "How'd you get started.....with all of this I mean?" he said sort of gesturing around him. Taking another drag on his cig he waited for her answer.

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Looking out towards the barren wasteland, she crossed her arms, and puffed on the cigarette while if hung out of her mouth. Memories flooded her head, but they were quite personal...she wasn't sure if she was ready to share all the details, but Mal seemed decent enough to at least talk to.
Rocking back and forth on her toes she began to speak, looking up at the sky, "Well, My mother was a scientist from the Vault..., she left me when I was born. I have been trying to find my father for some time now...I stayed with my grandfather for the longest time, he taught me all my repair skills."
She kicked the dirt, "And well, my ex taught me how to fight, then betrayed me, became a fucking Raider. I killed him, with my bare hands. Got a pretty good bounty for him too."
Feeling she revealed enough her free hand reflexively touched her chest where her locket was tucked. "Most people don't take me seriously, but I'm not here to impress anyone really. These side jobs, they are so I can gain status, and maybe meet my father. He is a bounty hunter, I'm hoping if I do enough jobs he will notice." She blushed at her moment of weakness...A little more personal than we wanted there Lola... she scolded herself.
Quickly changing the subject she crouched down and reached out to let the dog sniff her hand, then began petting his head.
"What about you, Any hidden motives?"

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Mal simply stood there, smoking his cigarette while listening to Lola tell the abridged version of her life. He was a little surprised on how forth coming she was with her information. It was actually a little touching when she mentioned her father. Almost like something long dead in Mal's chest flared up, but it was gone as quick as it came. She seemed to be a little embarrassed after she finished her story. She then reached down and started petting Skip, the dog leaned into her hand. He too then began to look towards the barren wastes. "No, nothing to gain save the knowledge that I'm not dead. Your trying to find your past, I'm trying to make sure mine stays lost." He took another big drag, finishing off the cigarette. He threw it down and immediately lit up another one. "My parents.....sold me to the legion. I was seven. A lot of other kids were sold at the same time as me. It was apparently a tithe of loyalty to Caesar." He took another drag and slid his hood off. "I was the only one who survived the week. I soon learned I was strong and could kill easy. I fought in the arena, then the field." He sort of looked down at the ground, the all around him. "It was hell, but one man made it better. You see in the Legion, there is no gay or straight, there's just....living." He coughed a few times and then scratched his head. "Anyway, I lost him a little after I got.."he took off his goggles with his one hand and tapped his dead eye. "..this. This is the mark of a traitor, in the Legion. Lannius himself gave it to me, I bet you heard of him." he said, chuckling to himself a bit, like he just remembered the punch line to a joke he once heard. "I was thinking about....bowing out, y'know? But when I thought about it, he would kick my ass if I took the easy way out. So I'm just.......keeping on until I expire." Mal said, sounding really tired, but not showing it physically. He wrestled the goggles back over his eyes. "So sorry, no grand scheme or greater goal to work towards. I'm just living until I die, I guess."

Mal threw his hood back on and he scratched the side of his face for a bit. Skip licked Lola's hand for a moment, then looked to Mal, sensing what he was feeling. "Well....now were both a little embarrassed on how emotional we are." Mal said, a small grin flashing across his face for a moment, then dieing. The only reason he told her so much because she told him so much. It just seemed like the appropriate thing to do. Scipio trotted over to him and Mal got down on one knee. They then put their foreheads togther. Scipio put a paw on his knee and Mal put his hands on either side of his face. They were like that for a bit, then Mal spoke. "For what it's worth.." He then patted Skip on the head and stood up and spit the cigarette out of his mouth. "...I hope you catch up with your father." He stated staring at her with his trademark dead even face.

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Smiling down at the towering man, who was only barely shorter than her kneeling. Placing her hands on her the curve of her waist she stood with her hips pushed a bit forward and her shoulders arched back in a flowing limber pose she moved her gaze toward the town. Her shades rested on the end of her nose, and strands of her golden hair lay across her forehead, the rest pulled back with a striking red bandanna. Leading down to her match crimson lips, her shiny studs poking through the soft flesh of her nose and lips.
"I'm getting impatient...I wanted to get going before nightfall..."

Holding her hand up above her eyes she scanned for any of the others. Seeing no one at the moment, she reached into her bag and flipped on he radio. Bobbing her head with the music, and swaying her hips with the beat she lit another cigarette and held the radio under her arm.
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Xander sighed and got up, "have fun, guys. I'm off with our Legion friend and that explosives woman. You guys figure out how to proceed." He dusted himself off and started for the door, "Don't worry, we'll all see each other real soon." He opened the door and left the bar leaving the other three. He saw the hulking figure in the distance. As he approached he started heading towards the two of them. He was greeted with music, he was pleasantly surprised. His radio had been removed due to the nature of his job, there were many silent days in the wastes.

"Alright, you got me," Xander said standing next to the hulking man. He brought his pip boy to his face and started looking for the place the ghoul had told them. It wasn't far and they could be there by next nightfall if they got started right away. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, he liked the two he had chosen, and Seven was alright. That Amelia chick and Zephen was going to be a pain the the ass. Xander smelt the sickly sweet smell of the cigarette and he popped another piece of gum. "Well, lets get moving. Its a trek and its not gonna be easy. Here's to hope we don't run into anything that scary," Xander said. He waited to be in the back, he didn't handle close quarters that well.

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Flipping her hair as she turned, her trek began. Clutching her holstered weapons in each hand, her short cig hung off her lips as she walked. Her duffel was strapped to her body, radio tucked into the partially opened side pocket of the green bag. It felt good to get moving again, the hard ground beneath her feet. These times were when she was most comfortable, nothing tying her down, just open land in front of her.
The world looked orange beneath her shades, giving it an even more arid and hot look, the sun making a dimmed shine, was still a burning image through the lenses, and it toasted her skin as she walked. She could feel sweat forming along the her shoulders, and was thankful she has it tightly secured her long hair off of the back of her neck.
The Giant Mal walked in front of her, with the ever loyal hound. Lola had taken a liking to the two, I think he is a candidate for being more than bearable... she noted as she shifted so she was walking in his shadow,so the sun no longer blinded her.
Behind her walked the Xander fella. She hadn't formed a opinion about him quite yet, but he was at least competent and quiet. Two traits she felt the others didn't quite have.
Looking back at him she asked, "So what exactly is this thing were supposed to be looking for?"
Lifting her arm to hold the butt she added, "And where was it last seen?"

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Black watched the vault kid leave towards the door, and Black followed suit. As he brushed past against Zephen, he paused for a few seconds.

"Alright, I'll buy into your little charade for now. But keep in mind that I know who you are... Zephen."

After he finished those words, sour to the tongue, he had emerged through the door to the outside. This was his playground, and he was sure to let the devil to know it. Shifting his shoulder a bit, his Marksman Carbine swinging on its strap from behind his back and under his right arm. It was awkward the veteran, yes, but it wasn't something he wasn't used to. Grasping the grip with his right hand, the shroud resting in his left, he began moving towards the others. The sun was setting, the sky darkening from the imminent approach of the night. It was about to get dark, and pretty quickly at it, but Black wasn't worried.

Releasing the grip and quickly flipping the side switch on his helmet, illuminating his green lenses, then gripping the rifle once again, Black was able to see through the darkness. Jokingly, Black made his greeting once again.

"Well, my friends, I hope you guys can see in the dark as well as I can. If not, I'll be more than merry to serve as your scout."

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"NIGHTKIN!!!!"

As soon as Black heard that word, he knew he was fucked. He didn't see it coming. He had turned around, and before he knew it, one of the beasts launched him off his feet. While in midair, Black grabbed for his 10mm, letting go of his rifle, quickly releasing a spray of rounds into his assailant. The beast had picked him up and chucked him possibly 15 feet into the air.

With a loud thump, Black's back bounced off across the ground, forcing a muffled grunt out from him. He quickly finished off the beast, the stealthboy worn off, as it charged towards him. As the remaining three rounds left in the magazine fired off, each one found its way into the mutant's skull, landing a killing blow, the corpse toppling over its feet. It laid silently at his boots, a foot away from slaughtering him. He was lucky.

Now focused on what they walked into, Black noticed two coming in on the new kid, flanking him from both sides, each being 10 feet away from melee range. While the kid was stupid at trying to be something he was clearly not, Black wasn't going to let him die without knowing what got him. Within a split second, Black dropped the 10mm and switched to his rifle, and laid down some focused firing on one of them.

"KID! WATCH OUT!!"

Black called out, firing at the one closer to him, the nightkin on the kid's left. Every time he pulled the trigger, a shot rang out and found itself into the beast's back, with a couple straying off target, still disrupting the cloaking field that his target was once using.

With it kept going towards the kid, Black aimed down the scope and zeroed in onto the back of the beast's head, then pulled the trigger twice. One round dug in, killing the second mutant. The kid still had the one on his right to deal with, fuuuccckkk.... he thought to himself, having felt himself being picked up once again from his duster. The one that had charged him earlier wasn't dead after all.

"Why won't you fucking die!"

Blacks slipped from the duster, falling a good three feet and into a roll. As he recovered, ignoring the pain that shot up through his left foot, he flung his two knives into the mighty beast, one through the coat and into its lower chest, the second into its groin area. As soon as the second blade went through, it knew that it was finished.

It dropped the duster and fell onto its knees, painfully trying to pull the two knives out. While it was doing this, Black ran into a full sprint towards the beast, using the knives as stepping blocks, pushing them deeper in. This had killed his attacker. Staying in its upright position, Black reached and twisted its head, making sure it stayed down this time. Black looked back towards the group.

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Seconds before anyone said anything more, Scipio froze. A low growl escaped his throat as his body circled it self. Mal stopped and eyed him for a moment, until he realized they were surrounded. Before he could say anything, Xander screamed out what the enemy was. "NIGHTKINS!!!!" was all he said, then everyone seemed to become separated by the invisible beasts. The Nightkins advantage was surprise, invisibility and their massive strength. Their disadvantage.....they didn't know who they were fucking with. He had gone hand to hand with a lot of Super Mutants....a lot. He actually found Nightkins to be rather easy. They relied so heavily on their stealth and strength, they don't bother to train in combat. Mal could barely ever see anything anyway, so their stealth wasn't a problem. Mal was also just about as strong as them as well. The average super mutant was only about half a foot taller than him and maybe 50 lbs. heavier. They could't toss him around like they could everyone else. The enemy had successfully separated their group and were closing in on them individually. Scipio barked facing behind him, giving Mal a warning from where the next attack was coming from. Mal spun around and felt the shift in the air and the grunt and smell that escaped the nightkins mouth. Mal simply held both his arms up and suddenly caught one of their massive clubs in his hand. This shock caused the stealthboy to ware off. Standing before him was a very confused ugly looking mutant. Mal simply smiled a light smile. He then ripped the Rebar club from it's hands with a grunt and nailed it in the soler plexus causing the air to escape from its lungs and sending it to it's knees. He then adjusted the grip he had on the club and swung it around in an upward arcing angle and brought it straight down onto its head, turning it to a bloody pulp.

Scipio let out a bark from behind, then a sudden whelp. Before he could fully turn around, two massive fists collided with his face. The force of the hit caused him to spin around and land straight on his face. It seems they had identified him as a threat and had decided to gang up on him. His lip had busted wide open and Mal staggered to his knees. He wasn't that out of it, he was mainly trying to shake the cobwebs out. Before he could attempt to stand up, he felt each one of his arms be grabbed. He saw one mutant on each arm, their grips locked tight and each one pulling rather hard, making sure he couldn't escape. He then saw a third one materialize in fron of him. This one looked different. He had a brahmin skull on his head and a large red cloth draped over his chest like a pancho. The two gripping his arms stood him up. The one who seemed to be the leader cracked his knuckles, then started to go to town on Mal. Most of his club like fists were hitting his stomach but a good amount of them were on his face. Mal simply stood there and took the onslaught for a time. Along with the constant grunts of pain, a small chuckle escaped his bleeding lips. The Nightkin stopped and looked at him. "What you laughing? Friends are dying and you die to. No laugh, be screaming and begging. What think funny?" The Nightkin said rather angrily. Mal looked up at him with his bruised face and stated in his monotone. "Your fists are soft." The word rage could not explain the expression that went across the Nightkins face to the extent that it was. Mal swore that red actually bloomed from his dark purple face. He reached to his back and pulled out a massive blade. "This no soft! This cut you in bits! DIE!" At that hesitation in the Nightkins rage, Mal leaped up and used the two holding his arms for support and dropped kicked it right in the face. It fell to the ground.

In almost perfect timing, Scipio then jumped up and sank his teeth deep into the one holding his left arm's bicep. The nightkin yelled out inn pain and lessened his grip on him a great deal. With less resistance, Mal ripped his left arm free, and with the added momentum of that, he drove his bladed gauntlet right between the Nightkin who was holding his right arms eyes. Mal then twisted the blade, then yanked it free. The monster slumped to the ground, allowing Mal to redirect his attention back to the on who Scipio had attacked. Scipio had apparently released the mutant, seeing as there was a large chunk missing from it's arm. It was obviously confused and the pain from his wound was causing it to let out crazed shrieks as it stumbled around. It was in shock. Mal walked right up to it and said. "Hey." It looked up, it's face twisted with fear and pain. "Nobody kicks my dog." The fear grew on it's face. Mal then threw a cocked straight punch from his right hand. The ballistic fist making direct contact with it's head, blasting the top of it's head off from point blank range.

The fight wasn't over yet, as the leader got to his feet and stared Mal down. They weren't 10 feet from each other. After what seemed like an hour but was but a moment, Mal suddenly charged it. He lowered his body into a battering ram position and his right pauldron covered shoulder made contact with it's soler plexus. He then angled his arms into a Y position acting like a prong. His strength and momentum was enough to drag the super mutant off of it's feet and be carried away by Mal. Mal was yelling at the top of his lungs a fierce Praetorian battle cry. "MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRS!!!" Mal kept running until he collided with what he believed to be a large rock. Well, the Nightkin collided with it anyway. The Nightkin let out a gurgled cry of pain. Mal didn't stop there. He then gripped the sides of the rock as hard as he could, cocked his body back, and then rammed his shoulder right back into it's stomach, it's back thudding against the rock. Mal repeated this well over a dozen times, yelling at the top of his lungs. For this brief time, his original battle rage had come to surface. "MARS! EXULTAE! MARS! EXULTAE! MARS! EXULTAE!" Over and over again. After about 30 seconds, Mal stopped and pulled away from the mutant. It looked like it's stomach had caved in and blood was gushing from it's mouth and nose. It's face frozen in a mangled expression of raw pain. It slowly slumped to the ground. It seemed that Mal had calmed down a bit and realized his shoulder felt odd. He felt it with his hand. "Great." he said blandly. His arm was dislocated. He would deal with it later.

He looked over and tried to see if there were any survivors. Scipio caught up to him, limping slightly. "I know boy, it hurts." He reached into his coat with his good arm and pulled out a stimpak. He bent down and injected it into Scipio. "There you go, one for you." He threw the empty syringe aside and pulled out another one. He then injected it directly into his neck. "And one for me." he said as cool as a cucumber. His arm was still dislocated, no amount of chemicals could fix that. He decided he may as well deal with it now. He grabbed ahold of his arm and gripped it tight. After a few short breaths, he jammed his arm back into his socket. He let out an agony filled grunt. He flexed his hand a few times and let it settle a bit. He looked over the battle field and saw a good amount of dead Nightkins and no dead people. That looked like a win to him. He couldn't see any more Nightkins, then again, that was the whole problem with them. He slowly walked towards two figures sitting on the ground. When he got close to them, he saw it was Amelia and Lola. They looked like shit. "Are you two alright?" he asked with a degree of concern in his otherwise apathetic voice. He loked aroun and saw the glowing eyes of Zephen and Seven's helemts, but so no other figure standing. "Hey....wheres Xander?"

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Black had watched as the chaos around him subdued, the team quickly dispatching their assailants. He had taken a seat onto the ground during the combat, and as he tried to get up, pain shot up through his leg, quickly going back down.

"Fuck... Guys, I think it'll be best for you guys to go on and find the vault boy. I'm afraid I won't be much use now, and I'll only slow you guys down. Fucked up my ankle, so I won't be going much anywhere."

He couldn't remove the boot, as it was acting as a temporary ankle support, and that it would do more harm than good. Stimpaks wouldn't do much good, as it wasn't actual damage, and Seven was preferring to save them for actual emergencies.

Lucky for him, his 10mm was in reach. As he grabbed it, he released the magazine, letting it it the ground before sliding in a fresh magazine from his harness. Grabbing hold of his gear, he slowly crawled towards a single boulder, and rested his back against it. He was watching the rest of the group getting themselves re-situated.

"You guys did pretty good, I admit. I'm going to stay here, right next to this rock, and cover your asses. I highly advise you guys go before more show up."

As the last of those words rolled off from his tongue, Black covered himself with his duster, forming a makeshift camouflage cover to help hide himself against the boulder.