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Old 12-05-2008, 02:26 PM
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Paladin Davion, Brotherhood of Steel
Brotherhood of Steel Texan HQ


Having reached the Brotherhood of Steel base in Dallas, Davion was sitting on his bunk and trying his best to rest. There were things that he had to do soon, and they were not going to be easy. Removing the Nighthawk Mercenaries and the Enclave from the Lone Star State was a priority for him, and it was the same for the rest of the Brotherhood. Of course, trying to face down the Enclave with their nearly infinite resources was risky at best, even for the entirety of the Brotherhood of Steel, but the same could not be said for the less organized and powerful Nighthawks. Any foolish Enclave troop that got separated from their base was also fair game for this Paladin. After all, he had been given status befitting a one-man army, and he fully deserved that status. A Paladin was said to be able to wipe an entire town off the map in one night, and while he had never done it before, Davion knew he could do even better when fully equipped.

However, it was not only the people that were obstacles to the Brotherhood's quest. Just as dangerous, nay, even more dangerous than the Enclave, the Raiders, and the Nighthawk Mercenaries, were the Forgotten Ones, the Remnants of the Master's Army and the irradiated land. Davion often went out of his way to wipe out the former two whenever possible, but he knew that even as a one-man army, there was little he could do. The last one though, trying to do anything about that was even more futile, and that frustrated him to no end. As long as the land was sick, more and more tragedies would occur, and there would be more and more humans and Pokemon that would become something much lesser than they deserved to be.

Paladin Davion was as powerful as one human could ever be, with the support of his partners, his Pokemon. He had the conviction to see his ideals through to the end, but the sheer scale of it, the rebirth of America, was so vast that sometimes, he felt as though he would simply drown in it all and die. Die without truly achieving anything, not even the creation of a stepping stone for later generations. Perhaps, it could be said that this was the one and only thing he was truly afraid of, of dying without having anything to his name, of leaving nothing behind as his legacy...

Slapping his cheeks, Davion drove such depressing thoughts out of his mind and lay down on his bunk, deciding to sleep so that he could fight again tomorrow. Maybe destroy a few Raider groups, take down a couple of small Enclave camps, and ensure that America still had a future. Of course, he was not going to manage all that as he was now. He was going to have to get some equipment from the Brotherhood. His Power Armor, a laser pistol and rifle, and hopefully, he would manage to wring a car off them. Not that getting a hovercar was going to be an easy task, even with all the technology within their grasp. Not that it really bothered him too much, but crossing Texas on foot in his Power Armor was going to be hell without a car.

It was not five minutes after that thought that his eyes closed and he truly fell into a deep sleep. After all, rest was a weapon, and Davion used any weapons that he could manage.
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Old 12-05-2008, 03:22 PM
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OOC: -shrugs- Thought so. I don't mind, though it is funny that by my second post, we're nearing a battle.

Crystal Estrada
Wasteland Survivor
Dallas, Texas
“Of course your name isn’t missy, Crystal Estrada. And we aren’t trying to scare you... in fact we are doing quite the opposite... we have heard of your hostility and believe you would be a nice addition to our group. Either that or would you like facing Kino over there. He may not look like much but he is one hell of a fighter.” one said. It didn't surprise Crystal that they knew her name; most did. The one supposedly called 'Kino' pulled out a gun. Crystal stood there, the only thing on her face being boredom.

"You expected me to be scared out of my witts, and you know it," Crystal said, a smile turning up the corners of her mouth.

Guns, so what? she thought in her head, disappointed that they couldn't do any better. In a graceful, quick, fluid movement she withdrew her sword.

It was very long, the blade itself being at least five and 1/2 feet, and both the blade and a hilt had a sapphire imbedded in them. Using only one hand, she twirled the 35 lb sword by the blade.

"Try me."
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Logan Stella
Wasteland Survivor
Near Dodgetown

These days, in the wasteland that was once Texas, people were still thinking about politics.

They would ask themselves which group they preferred, which they would support or join, juggling the many pros and cons about in their minds, hopefully with personal safety as their main priority. It was if the majority of the population had no idea what had gotten them into this situation in the first place. War. While each group or faction advertised itself with motives of aid and the renewal of American, they were already contradicting themselves by battling it out with their enemies.

While most people, having made this deduction, would choose to live alone, content and without regret of their choice, Logan was still having difficulties accepting it.

It wasn't just the loneliness, though that was one of the main issues that she faced these days, it was the lack of safety. While in these groups, no matter how badly they may act, you were almost guaranteed of some kind of protection, alone you had only yourself.

There was too much to worry about out here.

Logan was taking every precaution she could think of, needless to say. Right now she was sitting in a cave, of sorts. Looking at it now, she realized it was probably not big enough to be classed as a cave, though she didn't have the knowledge that told her exactly what separated a cave from a hole in the ground. That's what it was, really. A giant hole. Desch, her Sandshrew, had built it for her. It would have been easier to simply find a place that already existed, but there was always the possibility that there were traps and dangers hidden, simply waiting for her to let her guard down. No, she had to build the thing herself. It was designed so that the majority of the entrance was covered, but she had just enough room to see out of it in case anyone was coming. Finally, her Pokemon took it in turns to patrol the cave while she waited inside, her hands ready to take out her daggers.

Ah, her daggers. Logan clearly remembered that day that she had attained these beauties, such a clarifying moment for her. Well, no, that was a lie. She liked to think that it had been a life affirming moment where she had gained inner strength and the resolve to survive, but really she had no idea where they'd come from and these qualities did not exist.

It wasn't like she wanted to use them anyway. In fact, now that she thought about it, she probably couldn't use them. They were merely for scaring off anyone who tried to attack her; the real violence would come from her Pokemon, not her. No, she couldn’t purposefully harm someone else, no matter what they did.

The blood...

Logan retched, cursing herself for even thinking about the dreaded stuff. As if the weapons on her belt could actually cause that stuff to appear. Why couldn't she stop thinking about it? Her stomach turned over on itself and she felt nauseous.

Then, suddenly hungry.

That was weird.

Time to get some food then, it seemed. She couldn't just go find some like that though, she had to make a plan, ensure the best safety for herself and her Pokemon. This would take a moment...
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Old 12-05-2008, 05:40 PM
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Naver Orion
Near Waco
Wasteland Survivor
Current Goal: Find TM

Naver smiled, his mouth curving upwards in a cruel grin. Granted, no one in the vicinity could see it, as the hybrid’s dark hood was pulled up to obscure his features from the vision of others. This was unnerving for most; they were afraid of what they did not know. Most everyone who saw the figure thought him to be some kind of sentient monster; a thing parading around as a human. More sensible people were afraid of the cruel aura that seemed to be coming from under the cloak.

“So, what did you say you wanted, sir?” the merchant asked, trying to keep his voice from trembling. As if a man wearing a dark cloak wasn’t enough, he was shadowed by another cruel figure, a large and muscular figure. This second figure was wearing the same cloak, though this one’s hood was pulled down to show a prominent face with a strange green tint. There was a small set of spines near his back, just visible with the hood down, as well as small nubs from his forehead. Anyone who knew the history of Pokémon could tell that this figure was a Tyranitar hybrid, and his body was probably doubly durable thanks to the union of rock and muscle.

The cloaked figure shook his head once, as if annoyed by the others question. “It’s rather simple,” he said as if talking to a small child, “all I want to know is how to find a TM.”

“But sir, there is no way for anyone to know. Ever since the war long ago they have been classified as a rare material, and so groups like the Brotherhood have started hoarding them as a lost technology, I highly doubt there is going to be a large store of them somewhere.” The merchant’s voice was trembling; he knew that the other was probably not going to like hearing this.

The Tyranitar hybrid made a slow movement forward, but a simple raise of Naver’s hand stopped him in his tracks. “Look,” the calm hybrid said, “I don’t need that many, I just need one or two. You must at the very least have an idea of who I can ask, do you not?”

“Yes,” the merchant said, sounding defeated. It was more than likely that he did not want to give up the name of the one who would know on the grounds that he did not want them to suffer if these two decided they didn’t want to pay for services rendered. Still, the threat of death was enough to make almost anyone do anything they could to survivor, giving up one name was almost nothing in the scheme of things. “His name is Libra Hooman, he’s a scavenger.”

Naver smirked beneath his hood, “and where is this Mr. Hooman?”

“That is the problem,” the merchant responded, “there is no way to know. He travels around the wasteland, he’s never in one place for too long. He was here just a few days ago.”

“So he can’t have gotten far,” the Tyranitar hybrid said, his voice booming. Without a word the two of them turned around and started off into the distance.

As soon as they were out of earshot of the merchant and his troupe the larger mass of muscle looked down upon his master, “why didn’t you just use that other form to get the information? You draw more Rattata with cheese than poison.”

“I do not want to abuse that,” Naver replied, “no one must know of the connection between us. Therefore, our goals will remain separate … until the time is right.”

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Libra Hooman
Dallas
Wasteland Survivor
Current Goal: Add robots to crew / inventory

“Man, sometimes I hate dealing with these Brotherhood fellows,” Libra mumbled mostly to himself. He had just arrived in Dallas, and before even looking around for the checkpoint he had set up long ago as a spot to set up his mobile store, he had been accosted by two large and heavily armed men. The two were obviously part of the Brotherhood, as they were wearing the impossibly heavy power armor of their kind. Once, Libra had found a Brotherhood corpse and had meant to take the dog tags, weapons, and armor to his peers so that they could know of his death and make use of what he left behind. However, the armor was much too heavy even for Brohmin and Brahmin, and so he was forced to mark the location on his map and give the information to the Brotherhood so they could do as they saw fit.

As a response to his mumblings his bodyguard grunted once, which Libra had come to take as a well-articulated answer coming from the heavily armed female. Cassandra had been with him since he began, hired on the eve of the beginning of his journey into the wastes. Her motto seemed to be ‘shoot first until they’re too dead for questions later,’ because everytime the group ran into a speck of trouble the attackers ended up nothing more then fodder for the scavenging Forgotten Ones.

A second later the two returned, carrying a sack full of bottlecaps. “Will this be enough?” one asked, putting the sack on the ground and opening it up to show its contents.

Libra couldn’t help but sigh. It was a large amount of money, but it was still not enough for what the two were asking for. They wanted, just like the rest of their order, all of the more technologically advanced equipment in his wares. It was part of the Brotherhood set of goals, to acquire all of the so called ‘lost technology’ and preserve it. ‘This is why I don’t pick sides,’ the merchant couldn’t help but think, ‘they all suck in their own special ways.’ Out loud he said, “that’ll be enough for most of it, though you don’t really have enough for the set of plasma and energy rifles or the set of schematics.” There was more, of course, but he had managed to hide those bit of technology from the Brotherhood before showing up. The power-armor wearing men and women tended to hoard technology so that others couldn’t benefit.

“Sir,” the other Brotherhood member said, “perhaps you should just ‘donate’ the rest to our fine cause?” As he spoke his hand seemed to drive down to his energy pistol, patting it once.

The wastelander’s voice went low and his eyes became slits, “I’d suggest you calm down,” he warned in a low growl, “before I let someone know of our little problem. I know plenty of people in these parts, and I highly doubt a Paladin would want to know that someone was trying to get something without rightfully paying for it.” As he spoke his hand had drifted onto his workbelt, closing around the sphere holding one of his three Pokémon that weren’t already out. To his right Cassandra was hefting her combat shotgun and to his right Dogmeat was growling, a small bit of steam coming from his mouth as he did.

“Come on, man,” the first said to the other as he grabbed up the supplies they could pay for and plopped down the caps closer to Libra. The first then turned to the merchant, “I’m sorry about that sir.”

Nodding once and smiling gratefully, the charismatic 21 year-old grabbed a hold of his two Tauros and led them to the sight of his store …
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Old 12-05-2008, 11:35 PM
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A deserted gas station, a few miles away from Waco, nearly falling apart in the dusty wind. Its windows shattered and everything inside pillaged. The gas tanks were empty all but for a few drops of gasoline. Maybe enough to power a scooter 3 feet. The Shell sign was broken at the hinges and threatening to fall down from its large tower.

The sun was brutal, directly above head and packing on the heat. You could see the heat wafting from the dirt ground and off the cracked and barley there road. The area itself looked parched, like it could use a good drink of rain. Most of Texas did now.

Right next to a the gas tanks sat a giant tire. Probably from a large truck. Atop it sat a women, around 20 with long chocolate brown hair and bright blue eyes. Her long legs were crossed and she sat bare foot inspecting a large blade, its twin sitting by her combat boots on the ground. The women was adorned in black fitted jeans and a dark green tank top.

Chirp chirp chirp a bird twitted not to far by as a large red dragon slunk after it. The Charizard glared angrily at the annoying bird and drew in a large breath of the hot air, preparing a ember.

“Soot, leave it.” she woman’s melodic voice called over. The Charizard, Soot, turned it enormous head to her raising a eyebrow. To which it’s master shrugged. “You heard me…” Aryania returned to her swords.

Soot blew out a puff of smoke and rolled his eyes before turning back to the bird and waving his tail back and forth in front of it’s eyes. Edging closer and closer until the flame was close enough to catch its feathers on fire.

“Soot!” Aryania bellowed, the bird flittered away at the loud, and harsh noise. Suddenly the women’s sweet and melodic voice was not so sweet anymore.

Soot flinched and turned towards her his tail flicking in annoyance. Aryania shrugged again and started on her other sword. Running her eyes over it. The loyal Charizard slunk back towards it’s owner and plopped down against the gas tanks next to a sleeping Glaceon. The shuttering of the tanks awoke the ice Pokemon.

“Glacy?” Glaceon chirped annoyed. Slinking away from Soot and his loud snoring. Iris, the glaceon, turned a corner and looked back at Aryania.

“Ceon!” she called, jerking her head so the young women would follow.

Aryania slipped from the tire and walked across the earth barefoot to Iris. She peered around the corner. Trinzzy the Leafeon, Iris’s twin, was jumping about in a murky puddle coating her fur in muck.

“Trinzzy quit that…” she murmured and returned to her tire, crossing her legs and started to braid her long hair, each piece going over and under and over again. The boredom was of this place was plaguing her. The attractive women tilted her head and braided her hair to once side. A strenuous task considering it fell bellow her hips. And truthfully she wished for some human contact. Or hybrid or ghoul or anything that was remotely human.
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Tyler Histenburg
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Dodgetown, Texas

Tyler heard a gunshot, then the breaking of class and second later. He moved quickly behind a wall and waited for a few seconds. No more fire for the moment. He pulled a pokeball from his waist and lobbed it up. It erupted, the white and red sphere splitting and a neon red light coming from it, forming in the shape of a small humanoid pokemon. It clicked it's claws and smiled wickedly, the red in it's fur seeming to stand out in the light. Tyler pointed toward the sound of the shot and the Weavile nodded and took off, going to scout the surrounding area.

Tyler meanwhile had retired back to a small temporary hideout on the edge of the city. He had pulled some food out and began biting into it, thinking to him. He was thinking how people could think political options right now were useless. America needed to rebuild, THEN worry about politics or whoever ruled. He didn't care right now but if one of those idiotic Enclave or Brotherhood men tried recruiting him, well they'd be in for a surprise.

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Ali Ibrahim
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Wasteland, Near San Antonio


Another day of Ali’s forced regular duty with his other Enclave “buddies”. Ali was assigned to a custom squad, known as Squad Temperance. It was composed of the highest quality soldiers that could tolerate Ali. There wasn’t many. The leader of the squad was Officer O’Ryan who was one of the oldest of the Enclave. He was one of the top officials of the Enclave as well. He was a stern man, with strict rules, and even though he only outranked Ali by one rank, he had enough power to get President Eden to kick him out of the Enclave so Ali had to act like a good little boy in front of these idiots. He also wear combat armor as well as an officer hat. He wielded a plasma pistol and didn’t do much fighting.

There were three other Enclave soldiers. One was a heavy weapons guru, Sergeant Simpson, and was capable of simply ignoring Ali’s words. He wore bulky Enclave Tesla Armor and carried a deadly Gatling Laser and Missile Launcher. You could never tell his emotions through that helmet and he was one of the strongest Enclave soldiers, and had never failed any of his missions. The next soldier, Private Duffy was almost insane. He could handle Ali because he was capable of hanging out with anyone. A long running joke in the Enclave is who’s more unbearable: Ali or Duffy.

He was a drug addict, but he was one of the stealthiest men in the Enclave. He could also easily wire explosives anywhere he wanted to without being detected. He carried an array of mines and grenades. He also carried Stealth Boys, which he always kept on him. The last of the Enclave soldiers was Private Cunningham. He was a close combat master and wears a pair of Power Fists and on his back he carries a Super Sledge Hammer, which he stole from a Super Mutant. He is completely fearless and was put in the squad since almost everyone in the Enclave has some sort of fear that Ali might kill them. Cunningham not only has no fear of Ali, but will go out of his way to confront him if he tried to defy Officer O’Ryan.

They were going to assault a Super Mutant camp which would pop up regularly around the Wasteland. When Ali didn’t have a special mission assigned to him he would go on patrol with Squad Temperance to clear out Super Mutants. And for the most part, they never would find anything. However, with the signal of several loud roars, it looked like Ali would get to find some fun afterall.
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Dallas, Texas

"You expected me to be scared out of my witts, and you know it," Crystal said the girl while starting to smile. The girl then withdrew a blade that seemed to be quite large. "Try me." she said.

Kino started to laugh maniacally. This girl was going to feel pain soon. “Well, Monell, you can try to help if you want. Secret fire here and there should be fine.” said Kino. The girl would probably be surprised to find out that he was a hybrid and his partner were both fire hybrids. First, to get out of her range of shot. Kino immediately unfolded his wings and jumped up into the air. He was floating roughly 20 ft above the ground. The gun was still in his hands. He immediately started to shoot around her so that each bullet would purposely miss but wouldn’t seem that way. The rest he would leave up to Monell.

This girl had looked so promising to start with. Oh well, he could probably find a better suited person to help him out. Kino immediately started to launch off Fire Blast attacks while simultaneously firing his gun. He made the blasts hit at supposedly random parts around her. The ground where they hit were now semi-large holes.


Monell Lanqueshire
Nighthawk Mercenaries
Dallas, Texas

"You expected me to be scared out of my witts, and you know it," Crystal said the girl while starting to smile. The girl then withdrew a blade that seemed to be quite large. "Try me." she said.

Kino started to laugh maniacally. Monell let out a little chuckle herself. ‘The old, make them think we are insane plan eh kino?’ Monell thought to herself.

“Well, Monell, you can try to help if you want. Secret fire here and there should be fine.” said Kino. Monell let out another chuckle, as a supposedly not very-well aimed hail of bullets started showering the girl. A few of them might her arms or possibly her legs if she didn’t dodge but unless she joined the mercenaries, she was to be held in containment or killed.

Monell then noticed that Kino started to launch Fire Blast attacks at supposedly random spots on the ground. Kino might seem like your reckless brute but he knew that Monell understood. She immediately started launching Sacred Fire attacks until there was a smoke screen that completely covered the area around the girl. Monell immediately ran into the smoke screen, out of the hail of bullets of course.

She immediately started finding the dent in the ground and started putting the clay-like c4 in the holes and covering them up. When the smokescreen cleared, the ground would seem normal... but when she stepped on the one of the soft spots... BOOM. Pretty much like one of the primitive land mines of the world. This was one of their products but it was much more effective. It completely decimated the area around them. She immediately ran out of the smokescreen as this was done. She jumped into the air by Kino to await further orders.
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Ezeekyel traced his eyes around - still, the barren place was of one population, himself. Not one whisper could he hear, and his hearing was quite perfect. He walked ahead furthermore, to the point he could hear a faint sound. His back turned, not the slightest whisper heard again. He flitted his way and turned, back ahead.

The faint voice was well... faint. He could hear it once walking, but it ringed in his head like a cellphone on the smallest volume. He couldn't make out what it quite said; but he didn't care. It wasn't like it was of importance to him. Thus, he continued on his limp. The destination so far - unknown, but the road had different paths. He'd sure find a human or one, to complete his weird thirst for vengeance.

It kept ringing in his head, the voice. He wished it was a human coming, and he just wanted to make him become a ghoul as well. It just swelled up inside him, to the point he couldn't take it. He needed to settle himself, before he began screaming at everything. And if he did even start, it was going to be a hell ride trying to make himself shut up.

"Come. Bring it." There was no one he purposely told that, but he wished someone was there. His competitive side was buzzing, and he just wanted to unleash it and repeatedly kept thinking to let a human pass him. The chances were none, and it was rare he acted like this. Perhaps there was a human near him? Was the thirst because the human was so close he could taste it?

The possibilities were endless. He decided he was just going wild, after all, he was a ghoul. And thinking he would've gotten use to it, his anger still took over him. He hoped for a human, as he hear little tapping noises. Turning back in a slow sense, he faced another ghoul. A familiar "face", but not putting a name to the face.

"Mr. Novel, I am-" Ezeekyel didn't pay attention. Was he just called Mr. Novel? He remembered his last name, but it was not often he was ever called through his surname.

"Cut the crap. Ezeekyel." He faced the man, in a deep face. He was serious about this, but a feeling inside him just made him so angry. There was no business for the whole week, and he hadn't done anything. He just felt different. He didn't feel like Ezeekyel.
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Dodgetown, Texas



I sat down and began to prepare my lunch.

It wasn't much of a lunch. I had managed to scavenge a few scraps from the derelict buildings, but most shops had long since been stripped of their goods. In fact, the majority of what I was eating – sea biscuits and a strip of dried meat – had been found in the pack of the soldier I had been forced to kill some time ago. I had not wanted to set Seileth on him, but he was bringing up the M4, and I had no intentions of dying any time soon. It didn't take long for Seileth to rip him to shreds; there were very few Pokémon in the world who had a tenacity to match that of my beloved Arcanine. And to think that away from battle, Seileth was a kind soul, and determined to help all those he could. When we had been living in the vaults, at least we had not had to kill for a living. Now, the death of one man was the life of another. A sick, sick, circle that no one seemed to be able to pull away from, least of all me.

I had already fed my Pokémon. I made it a habit to keep one of the four out of their poké-balls at all times, not only for protection, but also for companionship. My Pokémon did not need food as often as I did, although both Draco and Seileth could down in a few minutes more food than I could stomach in a month. And so, whenever they were out of their poké-balls, they would get little bites here and there to quell their hunger. But I don't think that that constant gnawing of hunger had ever left anyone since the days of the War, more than a hundred years ago. As was practice, Seileth knelt down beside me, and the two of us made our way through twelve sea biscuits, and half the strip of meat. I kept it in my mouth and continued chewing it, but Seileth swallowed it with little hesitation. As far as the hulking canine was concerned, food was only useful in his stomach.

Suddenly, his ears pricked up, his nose twitched, and he growled, turning on his heels and glaring daggers at a point just around the corner of a destroyed fast food outlet.

Squinting, and blocking the sun from my eyes, I looked over to what Seileth was snarling at, and noticed a tuft of red feathers appear around the corner, followed by a large black head and a slender body. The creature couldn't have been more than three feet in height, and seemed to be sweating under the extreme heat that permeated the land of Texas. Whoever owned this Pokémon (for evidently it was not wild nor a Forgotten One) really had no idea about how to treat his or her Pokémon, because no trainer in their right mind would send out a Weavile to wander the streets of Dodgetown at noon. I shook my head; there was no taking any chances.

"Seileth? Dispatch of the Weavile quickly, please. We must go and see who this poor Weavile belongs to, and teach him a lesson or two in treating Pokémon fairly." My voice was crackled, as my shoulder still ached from the recoil of the M4, but I kept a steady head.

Seileth drew himself back, and with a roar, let fly a jet of red-hot flames, coiling together in one powerful Flamethrower, headed towards the Weavile. There was absolutely no chance of survival. Seileth was both immensely powerful, and incredibly clever; he would not waste his Flamethrower needlessly, and would pinpoint a weakness and incinerate the Weavile completely. It also helped that Weavile was part Ice. The stupidity of some people, really...


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Paladin Davion, Brotherhood of Steel
Brotherhood Texas HQ, Dallas


The adjustments for his Power Armor were complete, and it had been restored to a pristine perfection that was the only condition allowed for the symbol of a Brotherhood Paladin. Quite sadly, Davion had never mastered the art of repairing equipment, which was why he had to return to base every now and then to get his weapons and armor restored after the punishment the harsh wastelands of Texas inflicted upon all that tried to cross it. This of course, meant that Davion was going to be bringing his Power Armor along for his next outing, which was going to take place in about half an hour.

Stepping into his Power Armor, Davion felt complete for the first time in a long while. He frequently explored without his armor, and he understood when looking like the average citizen of the wasteland was more useful than having the visage of a Paladin, but typically, his armor was readily accessible should he have needed it. Sending it for restorations where he had no way to reach it if he had to made him feel somewhat naked, though Davion, like all Paladins, would fight even when truly naked if they really had to. After all, a small disadvantage like a lack of clothing was eclipsed by the importance of the goals of the Brotherhood of Steel and the vastness of the rebirth of America.

As the Power Armor sealed itself close and activated with the distinctive sound of hydraulics pumping, Davion walked towards the armory, testing all the functions of his Power Armor to make sure that everything worked at peak condition. Anything less than perfection was insufficient for a Paladin, for his equipment, and even more so for himself. Satisfied that all the artificial muscles were operating at their best, the Paladin entered the armory and picked up a laser pistol and rifle, holstering both weapons with a smooth motion. His request to borrow a car had been granted as well, so there were no problems from here on. His mission to remove the presence of such filth like the Forgotten Ones would succeed, perhaps not today, but certainly in time, lest a catastrophe occurred.

Returning to his quarters with quick steps, the rearmed Paladin picked up his six Pokeballs and got ready for his departure, knowing that once he left, he had no intention of returning until he had at least made visible progress in his goal to destroy all obstacles to the rebirth of the great American nation. To him, it did not matter what they were, they were doomed to be destroyed in time regardless, and it was only a matter of when it happened.

After all, if not the Brotherhood of Steel, who was worthy to spearhead America's rebirth? They had the strength and organization to do it, and they had the humility to realize that their might was not the result of bloodline, unlike their sword enemies, the Enclave.
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Dodgetown, Texas

Weavile had heard the flamethrower quick enough and had jumped to the right, out of the way of the blast and tackling his trainer also. Tyler got up and shook his head. He didn't want a fight, not now, all he wanted some was info. He recalled Weavile as it stood up and pulled out another ball. He threw it quickly in front of him, the neon light producing a stone dragon. He had broken a part of the building he has standing to as he got to it's full height. The pokemon in question was a Tyranitar, and it looked eager to fight whatever pokemon that was out there.

As he had came out, the sand around them started to lift and the wind started to pick up. The town itself was now in a sandstorm. Tyranitar had moved and now it was facing the two. Tyranitar roared, and now red and black energy started to form around it, swirling. The energy stopped and Tyranitar had pushed it's hands into the ground, stones shooting up around the Arcanine.

Tyler had now been leaning against the wall of the now even more destroyed place. He laughed, had looked at the two. He noticed the gun, and smiled. This was who was shooting 10 or so minutes ago. All he wanted was some info, now the person was trying to attack him. Bad choice, a Arcanine might be faster but a Tyranitar was stronger, physically. Tyranitar had pulled it's claws out of the ground and stood there, feeling the sandstorm swirl around them, the sand getting between his armored plates.
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Andrew Julian Bigg and Clara Dale
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A small town about 5 miles (8 km) due east of Dodgetown, Texas


"Well, what do we do?" Andrew asked Clara.

The sun had almost fully set, and the two of them were now in a small wasteland town, about half the size of the nearby Dodgetown. Two days ago, they had succeeded in running away from the ghouls, who had once been their friends, and in case the ghouls found them again, decided to hide and live in a house in the town. Now that they were safe (at least for the time being), they would have to worry about other things. Such as what else to do to keep on surviving. There was a food supply from the town’s warehouse, which surprisingly had been preserved perfectly and had not been tainted by radiation. However, it would last them and their Pokémon for only about half a year, so they had to forage for food, or grow their own. Their fears that there would be no water was unfounded, as for some reason the water supply was not shut off from the town, so that was one less thing to worry about.

“How would I know?” Clara replied, sighing. “Remember, you were the one who chose this place to run to.”

“Where else do you suggest, then?”

“Good point.”

They had only explored half the town, so after much thought, they decided to explore the other half together, with the help of their Pokémon. By nightfall, all they found were just more abandoned houses, much like the one they were staying in, so they contemplated their next plan, aided by the map Clara had completed while they were exploring.

"How about we take whatever we can use from the other houses and store them somewhere?" Andrew suggested.

"OK. I'd love to find something useful in one of these houses," replied Clara.

They decided to move everything they could from the abandoned houses to the warehouse. However, as it was dark, they decided to plan their schedule based on Clara's map, go to sleep and start tomorrow morning.
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inside the Dallas city limits
Flygon flew overhead as Katarzyna walked around the old city, turning to see every movement she saw through the corner of her eye. Jolteon and Raichu sparked a few times and Eevee shivered when she thought there was danger near by when there was movement. Kat wasn't sure if this was the best idea anymore, but it was worth it if she found anything she could use.

"We can leave whenever you like," Jolteon growled.

"I agree. There hasn't been a lot of activity in this area for a while, but that's why we shouldn't be here long. I'm sure that there's something coming, and soon," Raichu added.

"Let's please hurry up, Katarzyna," Eevee begged.

"Fine, fine. Let's find any supplies if any and get out," Katarzyna said.

She looked around to see her Mightyena and Absol digging through the ruin, trying to find anything they could. Katarzyna just wanted to collect and leave. That was how she went on with her life. She lived it day by day, hoping that nothing would go terribly wrong.
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Dodgetown, Texas



The Weavile was a slippery character.

Because it was half Ice, I had expected it to be lethargic and tired under the heat of the noonday sun, but it seemed that even without the training of it's evidently stupid trainer, the Pokémon knew how to save itself when faced with a beast like Seileth. There really was not chance of any straightforward confrontation when you were fighting an Arcanine like mine, and the only way to survive was to run as quickly as you could in the opposite direction; particularly when Seileth was still hungry, and that Weavile looked mighty juicy in his tired eyes. However, once again, the Weavile's trainer seemed to have gotten in the way, and just as the black Pokémon was somersaulting away, squirming from the sheer heat of the Flamethrower, it bumped headlong into a young man, with long hair, and garbed in a black tee shirt and jeans.

In retaliation, this man decided to pull out all the stops and from his belt he drew forth a poké-ball, tossing it in the air. In a bright flash of iridescent light, a massive behemoth formed, destroying the building it stood on with a swish of its tail. Before I had fully got a look at what sort of beast the man had summoned, the air around my suddenly picked up, whipping this sector of Dodgetown up into a sandstorm. I fell to the floor, shielding my eyes from the flying sand grains, and Seileth backed away slightly, suddenly fearful of what was opposing him. There was a sudden roar, and before I could react, there was a crash, and rocks began to fly at Seileth. They struck him hard, and he toppled head over heels backwards, landing in a derelict pile of fur and claws.

The Arcanine got up, his eyes ablaze with anger and his mouth bared in a snarl.

I ran up to him, placing a comforting hand on his back. "No, Seileth, this is not your fight. I will not have you hurting yourself against this Tyranitar. Take shelter behind a building; I'll call you if I need you, I promise. Now please, go." For a moment, it looked like he would disobey, but he nodded his head slightly, and loped off to hide within the same fast food outlet. I then turned to face the Tyranitar and its trainer. "You have no idea who you're going up against, boy!" I called out over the whipping winds. "There's not a man alive who can take me and my Pokémon on and come out victorious, I'll tell you that much! Now, prepare to surrender...or be defeated!" I reached down for my belt, and plucked two of the orbs out, flinging them high into the air.

There was a flash, two thumps (one soft and one hard), and beside me, on either side, stood Razaan my Lucario, and Draco, my Dragonite.

"Razaan? Show this bugger how an Aura Sphere works, alright? And Draco? I want an Ice Beam straight at that Tyranitar's chest. Is that clear?"

There were two affirmative nods, and I grinned slightly.

Razaan closed his eyes, and within the palms of his hand he summoned up a glowing blue sphere. Draco closed his eyes and within his mouth summoned up a bright white sphere. I raised my M4, and took aim at the man standing there, looking as cocky as ever.

"NOW!"

The Aura Sphere was let loose, crashing into the Tyranitar's abdomen. The Ice Beam was fired, and struck the Goliath straight on in the chest. And my bullets were fired. I shook slightly with the impact, but I knew that at least three of those bullets would fly straight to the trainer.

This fight was over before it even started.


OOC: Niro? Just reminding you that you have 1 Luck in your SPECIAL. You're asking for trouble; those bullets will hit.

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