NationStates Jolt Archive

((See the OOC thread (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=383390&page=1&pp=15) for more details))
Killion took adeep breath in teh fresh, clean, San Fransisco air. From all the Holodisks he's read, San Fran wasn't always this clean, but damn, that Shi emperor knew how to keep his town clean.

He walked up the alleyway to see two men duking it out in the ring. He watched as one man bashed the other's against the railing, only to be jabbed in the stomach by his opponent's elbow, knocking the wind out of him. The elbower then pulled out a concealed knife. The crowd booed.
"No weapons you coward!" Dragon shouted. Killion chuckled. He pulled out a 10mm pistol and shot the knife-wielding cheater in the leg, sending him down.
"You heard the man, no weapons. Use a knife against a man with no weapon but his fists and I'll shoot you myself," Killion said.
"Chosen? Is that you?"
"No, I'm not Granpappy Charlemane. I'm just his grandson."

San Fran. A coastal town, blooming with exoctic flowers.

Standing on the Harbor docks, Kiros gazed out across the sea, to see if he could see the old Posidon Oil Company Deep Sea Drilling Platform, where the Enclave base had been. Like all the other times, he could not see it.

"Humph... The Chosen One... Who could one person singe-handedly take down the might of the Enclave?" He asked outloud. A nearby fisherman overhead him, and mistook his intetion.

"Yeah. Amazing, isn't it? I saw The Chosen One once! Ran right past me towards that big ship right there." He pointed to the cargo hauler.

Kiros nodded slowly, his long black hair swaying with the motion. "Good for you."

Turning, he left the harbour to go into the main part of San Fran, to see if he could find some work...

Killion noticed a man in Combat armor while the Dragon was yelling at him for dishonorably wounding one of his students.
"Yeah, that's nice, I gotta go. Sorry about shooting him, here, give him this Stimpak. I'll see you later!" Killion said.
"Damn strait you will. Just like your grandfather," the Dragon mumbled. He limped on his cane to his home.
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Killion ran to the man in Combat Armor.
"Killion Undertow, mercenary, merchant, traveler, and your everyday friend. Nice armor, were'd you get it?"

Kiros nodded to the man, accepting his hand anf giving it a firm shake. "Name's Kiros. Mercenary." He shrugged as he examined the dented armor he wore. "As for this... Found it in DayGlow. Figured he wasn't using it anymore, so he wouldn't mind me taking it." He said, his tone gruff, then he smirked. He knew very few dared venture into that Radioactive Deathtrap.

"If you're looking for work, you're barking up the wrong tree. I take jobs, not hand them out." He turned as if to leave, then stopped suddenly, looking back at Killian. "They know me pretty good at the Iron Palace. Wanna go see if they got any jobs for duets?"



((OOC: Gotta go. See ya later, mate.))

((Seeya!))
"I'm not looking for a job but I'm not exactly offering one, either. I'm trying to form a mercenary group to travel into teh Great Unknown. No, not space, but teh Midwest and even the East Coast. My grandfather's going to be in Mexico City in a few weeks. I'm sure you've heard of the Chosen One. But, sure, let's go see if there's any jobs open. But first I have to go talk to the Dragon, he wants to speak with me."

He walked into the town. Obviously stunned from the whore with a taser but he walked none the less. He felt the dice in his pocket start to itch as he looked towards the man in front of him. Sparky squawed loudly and flew towards the man the rosary around his talons swinging out as he cirlced the men and flew back landing on Danny's shoulder as a small black and white photo printed out.

"Hehe. He has a tiny camera in his claws."

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((Bump, again))

((Seeya!))
"I'm not looking for a job but I'm not exactly offering one, either. I'm trying to form a mercenary group to travel into teh Great Unknown. No, not space, but teh Midwest and even the East Coast. My grandfather's going to be in Mexico City in a few weeks. I'm sure you've heard of the Chosen One. But, sure, let's go see if there's any jobs open. But first I have to go talk to the Dragon, he wants to speak with me."

Kiros smirked. "Sure. I ain't got nothing better to do right now anyways." He studied the man for a long while, then shrugged, making an informal little bow. "Kiros, at your service. Lead the way, my friend."

So, he's the grandson of the Chosen One... How interesting... He thought, following behind Killian as he went to go talk to Dragon. Dragon? Puh... Always been a Lo Pan fan myself. Ah wells...

Killion entered teh Dragon's home. He made a low bow and said,
"Dragon."
"Killion. Thank youy for the stimpak, it truely helped my pupil. But it didn't sustain him, I knocked him unconsious for pulling out the knife."
"I believe that his gun wound is more than enough punishment, master."
"Who is that in the funny armor?"
"This is Kiros, my new friend. Kinda. We're traveling to Mexico City to meet with my grandfather. Care to join us?"
"No, I cannot. I have too much here to do."
A loud barking erupted from the back room as a wave of puppies came through.
"I believe you're familiar with Dogmeat? Meet his great-great-great-great-great grandchildren."
One puppy lunged into Killion's lap and chomped on his arm as hard as it could.
"Ow!" Killion shouted as he dropped the puppy.
"Little hellions. Please take one and get them out of my hair!"
"Aren't they too little to be taken from their mother?"
"I don't care, take it away!"
"Alright. Were's the bastard that bit me?" he said, catching one. It was the right one, since it bit him on the same spot.
"Granpap won't be happy about his Vault 13 suit being torn. Then again, this thing's been burnt, hit, shot, and ripped so many times I'm surprised it's still in one piece. Thank you, Dragon. I respect your decision for not joining me on my quest."

Kiros frowned at the puppies, defyly dodging one who tried to fling itself at him, the pup sailing through the air to collide with a chair. The little mutt rebounded like nothing had happened, scampering off with the others to another part of the house.

He nodded a short informal head bow to Dragon, but choose not to speak. He moved to stand near the door, one hand resting casually on the hilt of his holstered Plasma Pistol. Across his hip from this was another Plasma Pistol.

The olive green helmet that came with the same color armor hid the majority of his face, a pair of mirrored shades masking his eyes. Glancing about slowly, he let out a soft sigh, and suddenly wished he had brought along something alcoholic to drink. Ah hells...

"So, let's see if the Shi have something to do. Get ourselves a bit more known."
Killion walked through the gates to the Shi palace. It reminded him of the Vault. He walked through the hall and took a left and went through the door.
"Ah! Who are you?"
"I'm Killion. This is uh...Chunk. My dog. And this green fellow here is Kiros. We're wondering if you had a job for us."
"Killion? I have heard of you. The Chosen One's grandson. Yes. To the north there is an old military base called Navarro. Go to it and get into their computers and find any active Enclave bases. We have reason to believe they're making a comeback. A Brotherhood Vertibird recently was taken down somewhere in western Nevado. And there are also reports of dead farmers noth of Vault City. See if they're back and we might have another task for you."
"Right. Check out Navarro. Got it."

Kiros quickly cut in front of Killian, preventing him from leaving. "I just came from there. Navarrao, that is. The base computer is dead. Someone shot it up with a gun." The Shi who had offered the job raised an eyebrow, as if in question. Kiros quickly shrugged. "I was looking for some of that Enclave Powered Armor, what can I say?"

Looking to Killian, he continued. "Your great grandfather completely wiped out the Enclave. I can almost gaurentee that the Enclave has nothing to do with that Vertibird accident."

He turned back to the Shi. "So, if you still want us to investigate the dead farmers, I think we would be able to see what's behind that. But, as I said, Navarro, and the Enclave, is as dead as it gets."


((OOC: Well, have at ya, G S. ;P))

"Dude, calm down. We don't have to access the base computer. There are other computer terminals we can use, trust me. My grandpappy showed me. I visited there before. All we have to do is start up the reactors and acess the terminals. If the reactors have long since blown, then maybe the Shi can provide electricity."
He turned to the Emperor's assistant.
"If that is the case, can you provide?"
"Of course. Anything to stop the Enclave from returning."

Kiros sighed, shaking his head. "Telling you, it's a waste of time. You don't think I tried to do the same thing when I was there?" Crossing his arms, one over the other, Kiros leaned back against a wall. "But whatever. If you feel like going somewhere and not accomplishing anything, then by all means, go check out Navarro. After all, what would I know? I just came from there the other day."

He looked away from Killian and the Emporor's Aide.

"Thank you. We'll check it out."
Killion led them through the Palace and into the San Fran city. Then, quite randomly, Killion grabbed his traveling partner and nailed him against a building.
"Alright, there's something you're not telling me. Spit it out or I'll snap your neck."
Suddenly, the puppuy Chunk lunged at Kiros and bit him on the side.
"And that looks real painful."

Kiros frowned against the pain, his upper lip curling into a snarl. "Tsk! There's alot I'm not telling you, and I'm sure you're hiding things from me as well. It works both ways, bud." He leveled his gaze into Killiian's eyes, matching his stare with one just as serious.

"And here I thought we were friends. Hmph... I'm just trying to save us time, energy and ammo, and you react like I'm plotting to stab you in the back. Maybe you shouldn't read so many suspense novels, eh? So, lay off me." He raised an eyebrow, then motioned to Killian's hands.

Killion didn't respond, only staring into his eyes. He dropped him and pulled off the puppy.
"You're an old member of the Enclave. I can see it in your eyes. I've met Badger and that look will never leave his eyes. I don't know what it is. But that doesn't matter. If the Enclave is still around, I don't know what I'll do. To tell you the truth, I would join the Enclave if I had the oppertunity, if they weren't complete nutcases. The idea of bringing back the USA is a grand one, but killing off everyone in the mainland isn't the answer. I agree more with the Hubologists than the Enclave, though. Man's future is in space, not here. Kiros, please promise me. If we find out the Enclave is back, don't shoot me in the back. You can go back if you want, just don't betray me."

((OOC: Wow. Never knew Enclavers branded their members in the eyes. You know, that's a pretty lame way to gain IC knowledge of another character's secret. But whatever, I'm game.))


Kiros smirked, shaking his head. "I don't believe in back stabbing people. And yes, I was once a member of the Enclave. But that was back then, when they were still around. The Enclave is dead. I've no interest in joining any of their Rememants." He stood, wiping his armor off.

"Anyways. I wasn't lying about Navarro. Place is all ruins. Maybe if the Reactor in Gecko is still working, we can use the Terminal there, but..." He shrugged. "It's quite obvious you're one of those narrow minded people who can only judge a person by his dead past. I'm out. See ya 'round..."

He started walking the opposite direction Killian was going...

((They didn't brand it, it's just the look of their eyes.))
"Gecko? Poisdon Industries did own the Oil platform, but why would...The Enclave must have used their systems! Those idiots! Kiros! Kiros, get back here! I think your life may be in danger!"