Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread
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				Title: <strong>Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 21:24:35</strong>
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				<strong>Old World Blues....</strong> <br><br><br>(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110723115807/fallout/images/b/ba/Kleinkryptapl.png) <br><br><br>You awake, naked and not alone. Several other people are scattered about, their naked bodies laying limp. As you blink several times to adjust to the dim light, you notice you appear to be in some kind of holding cell. The soft blue glow of the plasma field bathes you in its light. As you stretch your sore body you realize that a pip boy has been attached to your left wrist. <br><br>The cold steel floor does little to warm you, as you feel the cold air of the room. Across the plasma field you can make out several data terminals scattered about in some illogical array. Paper read outs seem to be pouring from them. The soft humming of the equipment is oddly soothing, if you take time time listen to it. <br><br>It is then that you see a large floating mechanical contraption float into the room. Several monitors jut out from its body and display disproportionate eyes. Atop the metal frame sits a brain encased in liquid. The mechanical creature seems to move side to side, as if examining you like a specimen.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hmm. Yes, yes! You all shall do. Forgive me for the headaches I surely have caused you, but, you see it was important to bring you HERE. We wouldn't want you...THERE. Nope. Absolutely not." The mechanical creature said in a rushed tone. Its voice high pitched and high strung. <br><br>Two small mechanical hands extended out of its spherical body and tapped the plasma field. "This is for my own protection. And yours. You have been selected to partake in research study. One that will provide numerous information and help me finally one up my colleague and rival!" The thing said, slipping a few feet away from the field. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 14:03:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPyvAyxnRwI/SbADnSjtIII/AAAAAAAAAj4/phuyhVcbziQ/s320/ti-011409.jpg)</div>Karma assumed he had woken up first. He looked around him and a bunch of naked people were laying on the cold floor. Some of them being very attractive females! He smirked as he looked down at his naked body and slowly got up to his feet. His nipples erect because of the cold, he stretched his muscular body out. “Well this is definitely a weird dream.”<br><br>He turned his head and looked around him, his eyes falling on a floating device that had come into the room. It started to speak of some sort of experiment, how they needed to be here and how he was going to beat someone else. He looked at it and it seemed to look back at him. “You know it’s not polite to………..kidnap people.” Karma smirked as he looked down at his naked body. “And next time you could buy me a drink before taking off my clothes.”<br><br>The device seemed to either ponder a response or just stare blankly at him, so he turned his back on it and went over to one of the females on the floor, shaking her by the shoulder lightly. “Come on, wake up. I want to share this madness with somebody.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antisoul</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 19:39:51</strong>
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				Wil groaned as she stirred. Someone had woken her, shaking her even as she turned her head to see who it was. It only took a few moments before the fugue of unconsciousness gave way to a semblance of clarity and Willow quickly realized it was very cold, and that she was nude. Her eyes on Karma and her mind rapidly trying to piece together what little information she had Wil naturally came first to the wrong conclusion. <br><div class="floatright">(http://imgkelebek.hurriyet.com.tr/LiveImages/G%C3%BCzelim/586/BEYAZPERDEN%C4%B0N%20TAZE%20Y%C3%9CZLER%C4%B0/10.jpg)</div><br>With a startling speed Willow transitioned from a sprawling prone to a push up position. In the span of a few seconds the small girl pushed herself up so that she was now somewhat crouched with her leg closest Karma still extended and the other up under her torso ready to propel Willow to her feet with both arms still palms down on the steel floor. Wil then pushed herself to her feet whilst simultaneously sweeping her extended limb around to upset the colored man's balance. While the small girl did this she turned her torso at the waist and pushed hard with both hands against Karma's chest in an attempt to knock the larger man down under the power of his own weight and momentum. <br><br>The entire process of Willows movements took perhaps three seconds all together. And once the girl was on her feet and Karma no longer on his Wil took several steps backwards eyes fixed on the man whom she at that particular moment in time assumed had been attempting to rape her. Willow should have looked around the room though as her backpedaling caused her to stumble and fall backwards over another prostrate person. With a noisy and painful bang Willow landed on her elbow then shoulder, hip and head as she had half turned in an attempt to catch herself before impact.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 20:22:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPyvAyxnRwI/SbADnSjtIII/AAAAAAAAAj4/phuyhVcbziQ/s320/ti-011409.jpg)</div>Before Karma had even realized what had happened, he found his ass back on the cold floor. He knew the girl he had shook had moved, but other than that it was all a blur. He then heard the girl fall over herself, having gone from graceful to ungraceful in seconds. Karma let out a laugh and shook his head. “Okay, I can see why that happened.”<br><br>Karma had definitely not see the attack coming, but then Karma had seen none of this coming. As far as his memory was concerned, he had been guarding a caravan on a trip across the wastelands. And then he had ended up here. He didn’t remember trying to defend himself or who had kidnapped him. Just that he had taken on a job, he had been walking beside a caravan and then this. It was slightly disconcerting but Karma wasn’t too worried. He was Karma, so he had the hand of fate on his side.<br><br>Karma slowly picked himself back up to his feet and looked at the lady who had taken him down. “Had I been expecting that, I might not have looked such an ass.” He walked over to her and held out a hand to help her up. “Let’s try that again shall we? And if you knock me on my ass again I may have to rape you!” He smiled to show he was joking.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Antisoul</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 20:40:06</strong>
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				After a moment or too Willow recovered from the dazing shock of suddenly falling and painfully at that. Rolling onto her back to where she could look up at Karma she made an attempt to cover herself with one arm as recognition began to settle in. The man standing before her Wil hadn't recognized at first her mind having been too caught up in an instinctive flight or fight response but now that cooler heads prevailed Willow could tell the guy had been one of the caravan guards. Struggling to put a name to his face Wil took the proffered hand and allowed Karma to haul her to her feet, an almost effortless task for the large man considering Willow weighing just under a buck. <br><br>"You.. your one of the guards.. and naked. Why? Where are my things? Whats going on?" Willow had many questions and started by putting a voice to a few of them. Looking about the cell and taking a more thorough inventory of her surroundings she noted the others strewn prostrate upon the chill steel floor. They were all like she had been, guards from the caravan. <br><br>"What happened? The caravan.. I don't even remember being attacked. Hey.. you've got something on your arm." Willow pointed out then looking at her own wrist added "So do I. What is this? And what the fuck is that?!" Wil asked first about the pip-boys then as if suddenly aware of what lay beyond the plasma field she referred to the strange machine thing. She'd still been unconscious when it had given its speech.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 18:48:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://tattoosnob.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/47732487.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Ex-Raider</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Sierra</span></span><br><em>Naked!?!</em><br>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=116610.msg5075866#msg5075866); <br>[noembed]Scene Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcgJnbCul-0)[/noembed]<br><br><hr> <br><br>Sierra slowly awoke, her head throbbing and her body aching. The sounds of people talking sounded muffled to her as she opened her eyes groggily and glanced around. It was then that she noticed Willow and Karma, people from the caravan whom were naked and conversing. Sierra then noticed that she, herself, was naked. Her tattoo'd skin exposed before them. "...what the fuck!?" she exclaimed, struggling to get up, her long ebony locks draping over her slender shoulders. One arms covered her small breasts, the other hand between her legs to cover her sex. <br><br>Her left arm felt heavier and she then saw the pip boy attached. "...Shit..." she said, looking around for her brother in the darkness. "Where the fuck am I?!" she exclaimed, then her eyes went wide as she saw the floating mechanical creature outside the faint glow of the plasma field. <br><br>"Eric?!" Sierra exclaimed, trying to find her brother as she knew they were in a bad situation. She was cold, naked and disoriented. Goose bumps spread across her soft skin, as Sierra attempted to shut her lights tightly for warmth.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 21:14:23</strong>
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				Karma watched Sierra start to freak out. She was one hot tattooed chick but obviously a little high strung. As she freaked out Karma approached her and tried to calm her down. That in mind he had learnt his lesson from earlier and did not touch her or get to close in case he was accused of rape. He unlike the others had no problem with being naked. He was proud of his body, and at the end of the day they had more pressing things to worry about.<br><br>“Sierra,” Karma said. “Calm down girl. I know this is fucked up, nobody wants to wake up cold and naked with some freaky robot floating around. But at least you’re here with people you know. You’re brothers over there and he’ll probably wake up any second now.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Enigmaticx18</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 21:43:14</strong>
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				Michael's eyelids opened slowly, the room around him was spinning. His head was pounding, which by instinct his hand raised to his head. "Fuck, my... life." After the room stopped moving, he looked around the room from his spot. Taking note of the naked people with him, in a cage.. Wait his eyes back tracked looking at every single person. <em>Some of the guards i know... Civilians... What the hell happened</em> His thoughts were racing a mile a minute. Sitting up slowly, his arm was heavier than usual. His eyes spotting the Pipboy, causing a confused look to overtake his facial features.<br><br>Michael began to stand up, leaning his back against the cage for the moment. Noticing what few people were actually awake. A guard he talked to a few time's, and two other women. Looking down at himself, it would make sense that he to was naked. His body muscular due to the rigerous training of the rangers. <br><br>"I'll kill the basterd that took my weapon..." The robot had made it clear who took them, though how he managed to haul them here was a different story. Human's could have been under his control as well, assisting in bringing them here. His eyes looked to the outside of the cage, trying to spot signs of life another than a robot. Soon enough he gave up for the time being, sitting back down with his legs crossed. Ignoring the shouts of the woman behind him.<br><br>Looking over at Karma and Will, if one of them would look at him he would simply nod. They were all stuck in this situation together. "Well seems like we're going to be stuck here for a minute. Any suggestions, other than the obvious?" He asked with a hint of sarcastic. His right hand lifted up to rub at his temple trying to sooth his raging headache. "Anyone remember... anything?" He asked curiously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 21:52:43</strong>
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				<strong>Threats of a New Kind!</strong> <br><br>"My name is Dr. Klien, and I am in charge of the Think Tank here in Big MT. You have all been selected to partake in the most important study of your time!" Dr. Klien said, shifting side to side. Its mechanical hands moved awkwardly to help accentuate the important project! <br><br>The mechanical creature with the floating brain slipped backwards on its jets and moved to the side, showing you where all your gear laid. "I have kept your gear and it is in fine working order. You will need it after all. Attached to your wrists are the pip boy 3000! But they are not just ordinary pip boys! Think of them as...insurance that you will comply. If you try to harm myself or other members of the Think Tank, you will explode." Dr. Klien said in a rather mater of fact tone. <br><br>"Your tasks in this research is quite easy, really. You must simply survive the compound and its tests and you will be released back into the Wild Wastelands. Failure to do so will lead to death. Failure to participate will lead to death." Dr. Klein's voice sounded as if it was in a perpetual auto tune as it explained the rules of the so called 'Research Project'. <br><br>"When I leave this room the field will drop and you will be able to arm yourself. You will then try to make your way threw the laboratories and escape. Keep in mind you will be monitored. The people who manage to make it to the end will be rewarded with freedom! Does that not sound like fun!?" Dr. Klien chuckled, however it sounded fake and rather empty. Of course the robot brain did not wait for confirmation and instead turned around promptly and floated out of the room, and as promised the field dropped instantly. <br><br>On a near by table rested your weapons, clothes and armor. However only limited ammo remained. A total of 10 shots for each person with their chosen weapon. Clearly Dr. Klien had taken the rest. What he did with it was anyone's guess.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Enigmaticx18</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 22:39:22</strong>
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				Michael paid special attention to the robot speak. What thoughts he did have of escaping was now gone. Looking down at the pip boy he raised a brow. He was pretty good at computer tech, unfortunately explosives weren't something he was familiar with. Standingg up after the robot bega to scurry off. He was the first one out of the cage, going straight for his gear. A simple pair of clothes along with a vest. His trusty weapon laid out before him. It looked like the m4a1 except it had a modfied iron sight instead of the usual red dot scope. Duck taped under the barrel was a bright flash light.. at least it was bright when it had full batteries. Picking it up he slid the mag out tapping it on the table.<br>&nbsp;"I don't know about you guys but I don't plan on blowing up." Sliding the mag back into the m4 he pulled the sling back loading a bullet into the chamber. Just because he only hd 10 bullets didn't mean he wasn't deadly. He was rather skilled in hand to hand combat aswell. "Names michael by the way" he stated to everyone
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antisoul</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 23:56:28</strong>
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				Once the strange machine had left them and the plasma barrier dissipated Willow looked instinctively to Karma almost as if looking to the more veteran fighter for leadership. The glance was fleeting but there was little doubt the man missed either the sidelong gaze or the implications it carried. In any case Wil only hesitated for a few moments before cautiously navigating to the overly sterile metal tables upon which the collective gear of herself and her recent companion's possessions. <br><br>Despite the surreal and disturbing nature of the unreal situation she was in Willow couldn't help but laugh a little when she got close enough to notice that each persons belongings were neatly stored in individual, and labeled, containers. Oh, the capricious sanity of mechanical creatures seemed to be the thought foremost on Wil's mind, followed closely by a fierce internal debate as to whether her sudden and inexplicable attraction to Karma was good or bad. Pushing such frivolous thoughts away Willow reached into the bin labeled with her name and got dressed in the torn, frayed, faded and lived in though remarkably utilitarian clothing she found within.<br><br>Once dressed Wil recovered her other possessions, a well made U.S. Military issue K-Bar combat knife, a leather bound set of hand crafted lock picks, her battered and many times repaired Geiger counter, a half dozen four and one half foot lengths of piano wire with either end of each length tied to well sharpened pitons, a flash light, a crowbar, a full zippo brand lighter and two packs of Marlboros, a one liter bottle filled with powdered lye, a Army Surplus canteen half-full of only slightly irradiated water, and last but not least a lovingly hand crafted energy weapon as well as her single most prized possession, her double layered weather treated canvas rucksack.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 19:03:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://tattoosnob.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/47732487.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Ex-Raider</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Sierra</span></span><br><em>Naked!?!</em><br>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=116610.msg5075866#msg5075866); <br>[noembed]Scene Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcgJnbCul-0)[/noembed]<br><br><hr> <br><br>Sierra moved out of the cell, reaching for her own clothes. She felt better being covered, even though the clothing she wore did little to cover the imagination. She pulled her long ebony locks back and secured them with a bobby pin. Her choice of weapon was a simple 9mm, which she quickly checked the clip. There were 9. She assumed the chamber was loaded. Looking to the other members who were gathering their gear.<br><br>"I'm Sierra by the way..." she said, offering a slight smile. The girl had tattoos up and down her arm and other places where the eyes dared to roam. She wasn't very tall, 5'4 at most and lithe. Her breasts were small and she had multiple piercings in her eye brows and some on her bottom lip. One could easily tell she use to be a raider. She secured her hair back with a pair of goggles and holstered her gun as she looked back to the room, waiting for her bother to join them.&nbsp; <br><br>All around the rooms rested broken terminals. None of them seemed operational. Sierra would then glance to the men, thinking that they all were attractive in their own way. Too bad they were stuck in a fucked up lab maze. 
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				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 02:53:43</strong>
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				Karma walked casually over to his gear and started to slowly put it on. His gear was all black, best for walking around the Wastelands and night with. This included a black hat and gloves. Then he put on his harness, also black, which allowed him to carry his Assault Carbine, frag grenades and baseball bat. He then slide his pistol Lucky into a side holster, and he truly felt ready to go.<br><br>He looked over at Willow, Michael and Sierra and shrugged, showing off his smile. “As we’re doing introductions, the names Karma. And as we’re also all stuck in this together, I suggest we try and figure a way out. I’m going to see if I can get a terminal started. It might have some info on it that we need.”<br><br>Karma headed over to the terminal, giving Willow a reassuring smile as he passed her and reached the first terminal. He started to mess around with the wiring but found that the first terminal was far beyond being functional.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Enigmaticx18</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 13:48:03</strong>
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				While Karma had the right idea, he was busy checking various boxes and other spaces he could get to. Upon finding nothing of use to them. He walked over to one of the various computers to help trey. "Names Mike" with a slight nod. Turning the computer on it seemed to work just fine for the time being. The usual encryption began to flow quickly across the screen "seems this one works fine." His fingers began to speed across the keyboard. It would sseem Karma wasn't the only one with computer tech skills. After a couple failed sequences, he began to break the code. Within a few more Seconds the computer made a sound. Frowning alitte bit as the only thing available wasn't going to be of use to them.<br><br>&nbsp;"Well that was a waste of time... I'm going to go explore the corridors abit." Picking up what seemed to be a marker. He put it in his pocket, unslinging his weapon. "Anyone have an idea of what's going to be in this damned place.. he did leave us 10 rounds...." he said, opening a door his weapon rose infront of him. Leaning from left and right to check the area. Turning on the flash light he frowned some as it was almost dead. Taking the marker out with one hand he marked the door of the room they were in. "Ill be back after a few rooms but if you leave before then ill mark the doors so you know what rooms I've been in. If you decide to go another way find something to mark the way with. =ll catch up just want to check for anything useful.. maybe more ammo for all of us." With that statement he began his exploration.
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				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 15:56:54</strong>
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				Eric groaned as his consciousness slowly returned. He could hear voices, sounding as though they were distant and echoing down a long tunnel. As his mind cleared&nbsp; the voices seemed to become clearer. "I'm Sierra by the way..." He heard his sisters voice, ringing in his ears as his eyes finally snapped open. "Sierra?" He asked, his mind still spinning from whatever had kept it out cold for so longer. <br><br><br>He moaned a bit, fighting the pounding headache as he pushed himself up off the cold metal floor. He looked down at himself and realized he was naked. "Why the fuck am I naked!?" He shouted in surprise, quickly covering himself as he stood up on unsteady legs. He had slept through the robot's explanation about what was going on, so was understandably confused and infuriated by his current condition.<br><br><br>He spun around to find everyone else standing outside the cell he had woken up in, spotting his sister almost immediately. "Sierra...what the fuck is going on?" He asked as he stepped out of the cell to join the others, quickly seeing his own clothes and equipment in the bunch.<br><br><br>He decided it would be a good idea to get dressed sooner rather than later. He reached for his own clothes, pulling on his tattered red sweat pants and grabbed his custom made 'armor' which was really just a bunch of old tires he'd found and fashioned into a sort of vest complete with a white skull painted on the front. It didn't really protect much, but it did make him look bigger and more intimidating he thought. While he did see a roll of duct tape as well, he decided to skip that part of the ensemble, deciding to just go barefoot rather than take the time to wrap his feet up with tape.<br><br><br>Now suitably dressed he reached for his weapons, a scoped hunting rifle, his side arm, a silenced nine mil. and his trusty spiked knuckles for when things got close. After being fully dressed and equipped with his usual gear he turned to the others, looking at them with a suspicious glare. He still had no idea what was going on or who these people were, and he damned sure wasn't about to trust them. But his sister didn't seem bothered by them, so he decided to simply follow her lead for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 22:44:57</strong>
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				<strong>The Game is Afoot!</strong> <br><br>(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110731140838/fallout/images/thumb/c/ce/Doctor_Mobius.jpg/240px-Doctor_Mobius.jpg)<br><br>Dr. Klien had by now made its way to a hidden and secured room. Inside was set up several monitors that glowed with data. From these terminals it could see everywhere inside the complex. It floated to the center and joined its companion whom looked very similar to itself.&nbsp; <br><br>"You do realize that it will take all but mere SECONDS! For them to crush your plans, don't you?" asked the other robot, whom went by the name of Dr. Mobius. <br><br>"Hush you! We shall see who's plans come to fruition!" Dr. Klien sputtered back, floating to the console and pressing a few random buttons. "If you will observe I am releasing an Odorless gas threw the air ducts as we speak. My special formula will increase the aggressiveness of the male specimens! They will tear each other apart in their own greedy desires. I predict over time they will try to claim the women as their own, much like male Lions do when needing to breed!" <br><br>Scoffing it an odd electronic voice, Dr. Mobius slipped closer and pressed a few buttons on his console. "Your social experiments bore me, Klien! Let us see how well they can handle themselves!" Dr. Mobius exclaimed! <br><br><strong>Meanwhile, inside the holding room...</strong> <br><br>As the group of survivors gathered their gear and contemplated what to do next, the sounds of doors unlocking down the hall could be heard. The hall way was dark, with a few of the over head lights flickering from poor mantience. The air was stale, and the cold steel floors seemed to pick up the echos the groups voices. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 22:54:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://tattoosnob.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/47732487.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Ex-Raider</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Sierra</span></span><br><em>Planning</em><br>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=116610.msg5075866#msg5075866); <br>[noembed]Scene Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcgJnbCul-0)[/noembed]<br><br><hr> <br><br>Sierra looked to her brother when she heard him cry out. "Shit, Eric!" She rushed to his side, helping him over to the table. She had seen him naked numerous times and seemed not to be shy about it. "This fucked up machine is making us run a gauntlet for some sick 'experiment'. Sierra said, helping Eric gather his weapons and clothes. Her eyes locking onto his, thinking how hard it would be if she lost her only remaining family member. <br><br>Sierra then turned to the man named Mike. "Erm, don't think it would be wise to split up. This place seems more dangerous then the wastelands..." the ex-raider girl said, flipping through her pip boy's functions, having never really seen one before. <br><br>She then looked up to Willow, who seemed young and more fragile then the rest. "Don't worry kid, we're gonna get out of this place. I refuse to be a walking amusement for some freak."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antisoul</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 00:10:44</strong>
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				Having stowed her varied equipment in the numerous pouches, pockets of her clothing and her rucksack Willow sheathed her K-Bar on her belt and checked the charge left in her weapon. The energy rifle was something none of the others had seen before and for good reason, it was unique. Painstakingly assembled from salvaged components of an expansive array of laser and plasma weaponry Willow had wired together the numerous pieces and parts of weapons tech and incorporating them into a chassis welded together out of an assorted array of rifles. The end result was what looking like a patchwork melding of laser tech and an albeit heavily altered, standard NCR service rifle. Relatively advanced, not so much in the way of revolutionary tech as creative application of electronics skill, the rifle utilizes common capacitors found in a dizzying array of electronic devices from radios and camera's to computer terminals or automatons as ammunition funneling power from a pair of overcharged plasma packs through an electron cell when the weapon fires. The capacitors are irreparably destroyed as the electricity fries them to a crisp and after each shot a smoking electronic component is ejected much like a shell casing. <br><br>Frowning that the weapon only has ten of the magazines maximum load of 14 Willow slings her rifle and returning Karma's smile and grinning at Sienna trots off after the heavily armed mercenary. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 17:51:02</strong>
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				Eric continues to eye the others suspiciously, still trying to make sense of the situation. This is what they get for deciding to go straight and narrow. The last thing he remembered was scouting ahead of the caravan and watching for signs of a raider attack, then....waking up naked in the cell.&nbsp; <br><br><br>He chuckled to himself a bit as he heard his sisters words to Willow. "Yeah...its more your style to be a walking freak looking for some amusement." He teased his sibling with a wide, playful grin. He was pretty much the only one who could hope to get away with making fun of Sierra with all of his body parts intact. Making bad jokes was his usual way of dealing with an uncomfortable situation.<br><br><br>He watched as Mike made his way out into the hall. "You sure that's smart? Who knows what waiting in those rooms. Could be a pack of death claws for all we know." He warns. "Sierra's right, we'd be better off sticking together...bravery and lone wolf heroics usually end badly in these kinds of situations." He states rather matter of factly, which was kind of impressive considering he's never actually been in a situation like this before. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Enigmaticx18</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 21:34:33</strong>
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				What would be solid advice, fell on deaf ears. With the remarks coming about his decision not being smart he chuckled. "Well one things for sure if there was a deathclaw around, the walls would be scratched to hell... and unless the robot has a thing for screwing us humans in the ass.... he would have given us more ammo. One thing that stands out he wants results, not dead bodies straight out of the gate." He stated, turning on the flash light to light up the hallway. Swinging his gun from left to right. <br>&nbsp;"Correct me if I'm wrong, but we do need a firm grasp of this building if were going to survive. Even if we stick close together were liable to step over a trip wire and get blown all to hell. So any arguements on wether I should go forth first in this dark creepy hall?" He actually chuckled some before flashing the light on the ground to check.&nbsp; Mike was a ranger after all he cared more for survival then anything else. Taking his steps slow so he wouldn't trip anything on accident. "Least we can do is search for more ammo or anything of us... I'm sure that much we can agree upon." Taking a deep breath he could feel himself starting to feel different... more aggressive per say.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 22:48:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://tattoosnob.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/47732487.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Ex-Raider</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Sierra</span></span><br><em>Reluctantly Following</em><br>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=116610.msg5075866#msg5075866); <br>[noembed]Scene Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcgJnbCul-0)[/noembed]<br><br><hr> <br><br>Sierra didn't particularly like the plan, nor did she think the man was very smart. But he did have balls and seemed absolute in his resolve. So as she un-holstered her gun and caught up to Mike. The hall way was dark, so Sierra slipped her goggles over her eyes. The goggles instantly displayed the hall way in a light green color, helping with seeing in the dark. "Looks deserted..." she said, looking back and smiling softly at her brother. It felt like old times, sneaking around in compounds and looking for some chems or food. <br><br>Sierra could see the cute thing known as Willow, and smiled at her. "Stick close to Eric, he will protect you." the tattoo'd raider said, her attention returning to Mike whom flashed his flash light down the hall. The steel floors echoed their movement, and seemed to carry it on forever. <br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>17-09-2011, 19:59:56</strong>
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				Something didn’t feel right. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but something felt different inside of him. He walked behind the group that were now following Mike, and he found himself looking at the two female figures, watching their hips sway from side to side. He shook his head and focused his thoughts on Mike. He was leading them somewhere into whatever this complex was. And he seemed pretty damn sure of himself.&nbsp; But he got the feeling everyone was unsure of him and his ideas. And how could he be so sure about where to go and what was expected of them! Could Mike be in league with this Dr.Klein?<br><br>“Wait a second,” he said. He stopped in place and looked at them all. “We aren’t talking this through properly. We’re going head on into the unknown and I don’t know about the rest of you all, but I’m not sure I can even trust you all. Mike, you could head off, find a way to escape and leave us all here. I don’t know you from the next guy. We stick together, we work together. But I’m watching all of you!”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 23:12:06</strong>
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				<strong>Door Number 1!</strong> <br><br>The sounds of unlocking doors echoed down the hall, and the eerie silence that followed after that set the group's teeth on edge. They were now at the mercy of Dr. Klien and his fellow Colleague. As they group stood back and conteplated what to do and argued within each other the silence was broken by the sudden bang of a door opening. <br><br>Lights over head flickered, and the hall way was dark. What glimpses they could see down there was a trail of blood. Something had escaped, or worse, released. Meanwhile, the vents above continued to spit out the odorless gas, and the men would feel more aggressive and possessive.<br><br>"Fear is the true drug of choice, Dr. Klien. It is the oldest and most powerful emotion of mankind. See how they tremble to go forward!" Dr. Mobius said, grabbing a lever and pulling it down. Soon all the lights in the room and hall ways complete turned off. "We shall see which one of these flesh bags will be sacrificed out of fear!" <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antisoul</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 09:08:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The unexpected release of the door locks startled Willow somewhat, though what disconcerted her most was how many doors her sharp sense of hearing registered and the unidentifiable sounds that floated into and down the corridors. A survivor by nature and to the core though Wil didn't let the initial fear linger and stuffed it somewhere inside pulling her flashlight from the quick-release buckle she'd hooked it on at her belt and depressing the thumb switch on the lights bottom end, it was a military design meant to be held as one would grip a knife for an over-hand stab. As her light was raised her custom built laser weapon was stowed on it shoulder strap freeing her dominate hand to yank free the K-Bar combat knife from the inverted sheathe Wil had sewn securely to the opposite breast of her heavy coat of double layered canvas concealing stitched in plates of scrap metal and sporting joints, cuffs and fastenings reinforced with patches of leather. The shirt she wore under this had a quintet of segmented and thin sheets of scrap hammered out into crudely formed concave pieces that overlapped one another and hung from her shirt, which was actually three separate cotton t-shirts that had been sewn well and thoroughly together to form a single top, beginning just under her chest and covering her front down just past the groin. Affixed by hoops that encircled cylindrical, thin but hard bands of shaped iron within the layered construction of her shirt and held in place by excessive stitching along with the strips of leather they were wrapped in and which were also sewn into the shirt. Wrapped around her chest was a roll of thickly woven linen bandages Wil had bound her small breasts with. Unfortunately this was a step that needed to be done every time she put the shirt on an couldn't be incorporated into the clothing as it would otherwise be impossible to get on. <br><br>Lowering herself a silently as she could to a crouch so low both her knees hovered mere inches above the floor, short to begin with at a height of 4' 11", crouched thus Wil would be a difficult target to hit in the dark, and even harder to see by most things that didn't have enhanced optic devices or intense radiation poisoning the likes of which would set her Geiger counter clicking like the sound was going out of style making her equally aware of such a creature. Flitting her flash light around the room and down the halls and into the corners and in particular at the ceilings, vents and other alternative means of entering the room she occupied beyond the two obvious doors.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 15:24:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eric chuckled as his sister told the other woman to stick close to him. "Yeah, I'd be more than happy to watch your ass." He comments, meaning that both literally and figuratively. As the group started to move out he fell into step behind willow, his eyes traveling down her form for a moment, tracing over her curves and quite liking what he saw. He only allowed himself a moment to appreciate the view. That was all he had anyway before the lights suddenly went out. <br><br><br>In the darkness that filled the corridor Eric started feeling anxious. Not because of the darkness itself, he was used to sneaking around in shadows, though without windows of any kind to let in natural light it was quite a bit darker than his eyes could actually compensate for. Luckily between Mike and Willow's flashlights it wasn't very difficult to see down the hall, of course, such light would be an obvious give away to anything that might be lurking in the shadows that the group was approaching.<br><br><br>He didn't crouch, though his movements were slow and quiet as he crept down the hall, keeping track of both his sister and Willow as they made their way through the darkness. He breathed deeply, trying to calm his nerves which had him on edge. Each breath only allowing more of the gas to fill his lungs and work its way into his blood stream. He couldn't shake the feeling the other men were out to get him, or even worse, after his sister.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition, Version 2.0 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antisoul</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 02:52:59</strong>
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				Willow satisfied that there didn't appear to be anything <em>lurking</em> clicked off her flashlight and rose slightly sheathing her knife and bringing her laser rifle back around. Adjusting a ring in the scope mounted on the weapon Wil kept her rifle lowered but only slightly allowing her to raise it quickly and look through its scope. Once she was ready Wil continued moving along with the group sweeping side to side to peer through her weapon into the rooms they past clearing what corners she could see. <br><br>While the bulk of her jacket, bound bust and utilitarian pants did much to obscure her lithe body, the curve of her neck, the care in her movement and general demeanor certainly did nothing to lessen the effects caused by the gas filling the rooms and corridor. Even simple things such as how her hair fell each time Willow glanced over her shoulder after feeling Eric's stare served as an agitator. 
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