private Fallout: End of the Road

[Suitaloo 743]

"Star grabbed some of Soprano's notes or whatever and he just flipped out and Star got bricked in the head." Malt said. "It doesn't look like too serious of an injury, but it's bleeding, so it still needs to be bandaged up and sterilized. He won't be in any condition to fight, unless we can find him a medic or some stims at the very least."

[Stone Cold Applejack 381]

I was still unconscious. Thoughts where still racing in my head. Soprano I'm gonna fuckin murder you. I thought in my head. I regained consciousness and saw Malt turned around talking to Re. I couldn't hear what he was saying. I closed my eyes as I fell back to unconsciousness. I started to dream again.

 

(Raiders stashed stuff in the boxes. I'll let you pick the stuff you get but search like 4 boxes before you find some healing powder.)

[Suitaloo 743]

"We should probably search for some medicine in the crates." Malt turned to a pile of 3 boxes, one stacked on top of the other two. In the topmost box was a meat cleaver and a few caps. Malt pocketed the cleaver and caps, the cleaver would certainly come in handy for his purposes. In the left side box he found an empty syringe and some toy rockets. He took the syringe in case he found some wild broc flowers or xander root later. In the right-side box he found a box of 8 .357 revolver rounds and some duct tape. He took the rounds for Quick Strike and the tape for whatever it would be necessary for in the future. Turning around he saw some boxes with red crosses sloppily painted on them. Searching through one he found some healing powder, some bandages, and a single syringe of Med-X. "Here we go. This should help out Star here." Malt took the powder, bandages, and med-x and walked over to Star, administering the healing powder to the gash in his head, then bandaging it up. He then took one of the bottles of booze that Strike had left behind, poured a bit on the syringe of Med-X, and injected it in to Star's left foreleg. "There, once he wakes up, he should be feeling a bit better, but until then, we may as well wait. Re, you continue searching down here and keep an eye on Star in case he wakes up, I'm going to go check on our friend upstairs, make sure he's still alive."

 

Items added:

 

Meat Cleaver

 

Empty Syringe

 

14 caps

 

Duct Tape

 

8 x .357 rounds

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Soprano, after running at least 500 metres away form the group, finally had time to think about his malevolent action towards Star. He thought about if that was taking it too far or not. Output: It was. 'Shit.' he thought, checking if he had his things. He wanted to go back to check if the zebra was okay, but he couldn't anymore, he would get shot in the brain if he went anywhere near the group.

[Stone Cold Applejack 381]

After about 3 minutes of being unconscious I woke back up. Re was in the basement still. "Awww shit. Soprano can hit." I said to no one. I stood back up. I nearly fell back down but regained my balance. "Hey Re I'm headin upstairs. Gonna see if they got any booze up there." I stumpled towards the stairs nearly falling down again. "Aww shit." I slowly walked up the stairs. I reached the top and opened the door slowly. "Argh shit. My head." I whispered. I saw Malt with the stallion. His arm was gone. "Damn uhhh Malt you cut his arm off." I said to him.

[Suitaloo 743]

"Yes. Amputation was the only way to save him from bleeding out. At least with the tools we have on hand." Malt replied. "You feeling any better yourself? I put some healing powder in your wound, bandaged it, and gave you a shot of med-x for the pain. Turns out there was some in the boxes downstairs."

[nx9100 1,013]

Seeing that Soprano had stopped for the moment, Quick Strike approached him, slowly.  He released the revolver in his teeth, caught it with a hoof, and spun it back into his holster.  "So," he called out, "Ya gonna keep on runnin, or we gonna have us a lit'le chat?"  He moved closer, until just a few feet away.  "Look here, just tell meh what happen'd.  Maybe we can sort this'll out, eh?"

[Stone Cold Applejack 381]

"Yes. Amputation was the only way to save him from bleeding out. At least with the tools we have on hand." Malt replied. "You feeling any better yourself? I put some healing powder in your wound, bandaged it, and gave you a shot of med-x for the pain. Turns out there was some in the boxes downstairs."

"Yeah I'm feelin better. Still a little dizzy but I'm fine." I looked around the next room and saw a refrigerator. I walked to it and opened it. In it I found...

 

2 bottles of booze

1 nuka-cola (radiated)

 

I took the booze. I walked back to the room. "Here." I gave Malt a bottle of beer. I sat down next to the stallion who was crying. I felt bad for him. "I'll go get the poor guy some stuff if you want." I said to Malt.

Edited October 1, 2014 by Red Sage

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Soprano stopped running when he got behind the building. He checked for his things, looking in his saddlebag. Everything was in check, apart from one thing. 'Gameboy, check. Japanese book, check. Notepad, nope.' he thought. He forgot that he dropped the notepad.

[nx9100 1,013]

With a sigh, Quick Strike watched as Soprano ran behind the building.  "Guess we'r doing this the hard way," he said out loud.  He followed the fleeing pony around the corner, stopped, and pulled out his revolver.  "All right, that's enough," he ordered, aiming at Soprano.  "Y'all try to run on me again, and I'ma gonna drop you.  Now, care to explain you actions back yonder?"

[MisterRe 21]

"What happened. I blanked out again watching the unconscious zebra, his mind filled with ocular gaze of black and white.

 

"Don't lose grip. Do not lose grip. You know what happened last time." Re talked to himself while alone with himself and Star Gaze. This wasn't sleep depreciation but manic aggregation. Mister Re kept his breathe and gaze control. "I got this."

[Suitaloo 743]

"If you wish." Malt said, chugging half the bottle. "It's a bit warm, but it's better than nothing. He'd probably need something stronger than beer though, like vodka or whiskey to numb the pain enough. Then again, the beer will probably numb it enough so that it's still there, and the psychological trauma will remain no matter what. So fuck it, grab him a beer."

[Stone Cold Applejack 381]

"If I run into any booze I'll grab it." I said to Malt. I opened my beer and walked down into the basement. Re was there talking to himself or me as he thought he was. "Re I'm fine I've been up for about a minute. I've been upstairs for Celestia sake." I walked over to a box marked with a red cross. I searched it and found...

 

Guaze

7oz. bag of healing powder

Rad away

 

I took all of it and walked back upstairs. "Here." I slide the guaze and healing powder towards Malt. I walked back down the basement. I approached a big wooden crate. I slid the lid off and looked inside.

 

Lee Enfield (bolt action rifle)

M1 Garand (rifle)

Winchester M12 (shotgun)

1 Caravan shotgun

4 boxes of shells

3 boxes of rifle ammo

 

I took the weapons and ammo and ran upstairs and set them down. I ran back to grab the other guns and put them in the pile upstairs. "Re I think we got enough. Before I went upstairs I grabbed a empty metal container.

Edited October 1, 2014 by Red Sage

[deletedaccount2 203]

Soprano was scared now that a gun was put in his face. "Get that gun out of my face, and i'll talk." Soprano said, backing up slightly. "I don't talk to people who have guns pointed to my cranium, specifically the frontal lobe. I need to think." Soprano said, sounding sociopathic.

[Suitaloo 743]

"I'll take the pump shotgun, I can't aim for shit anyways, may as well use a gun that doesn't need to be aimed other than in the general direction." Malt said. "Though, if we do happen to find a power-buck, I wouldn't mind taking that, it'd probably be more effective anyways."

[nx9100 1,013]

Quick Strike spun the pistol a few times, before dropping into his holster.  "Alright now," he started, giving Soprano a cold look, "I put my piece away.  So start squawk-in!"  Raising himself to his hind legs, he pulled a piece of straw from the group, put the bottom end between his teeth, and leaned against the side of the building, front legs crossed over his chest....

[MisterRe 21]

"I'll grab the M1. I guess." Re sighed. "Let's see if Soprano has an excuse on why he hit Star." He looked at Gaze and his injury. "Luckily your head is as hard as it is. More that symbollically."  Re inspected the rifle and all its flaws, no internal damage but the finish was damaged with scratches and cracks.

 

"Let's see." 

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Soprano saw this gesture as a passive statement. "I... really don't know why I hit him. He took my notes, and I freaked out. I have some crazy stuff in there. Did you know that I have one thing written down against you all?" Soprano said. "I think I over-reacted a pinch..."

[nx9100 1,013]

"heh heh heh," Quick Strike laughed.  "A pinch?  I'd say you over-reacted by a brick!"  He laughed at his own joke for a few moments, before his brain caught up with Soprano's words.  "Wait a minute!  What kinda things are ya writing down?  Ya planning on usi'n it against us?" he asked....

[deletedaccount2 203]

"I'm not planning anything against you guys, I just write down people's behavior patterns when shown a particular scenario. I don't understand emotion, but this way, I can predict what people will do. For example when I go inside, Malt will attack me, and Star will ask questions to me at point-blank range."

[nx9100 1,013]

Thinking about it for a minute, Quick Strike shrugged.  "Yeah, the might," he agreed.  "But then again, they might not.  How's bout we just go back and see."  He dropped back to all four's.  "I'll go in first, make sure they keep the boomers down, then you follow.  Just tell 'em how ya freaked back there, and didn't mean to toss yer bricks, heh heh...."

[deletedaccount2 203]

Soprano was confused by the jokes. This was serious. He jotted it down in his notebook. "QUICK - TAKES SCENARIOS LIGHTLY" he writes down, before telling Quick something. "If they refuse, tell then that I have a first aid kit, and I am experienced with it." he said.

[nx9100 1,013]

"Works for me," Quick Strike replied, before turning to head back to the building where the others were.  "Come on," he said, and started back.  After walking for a bit, he entered the building again.  "Hey!" he called out to the others, "Where'd ya'll get off to!  I got 'Prano here!  Says he's got an Aid kit, and knows how ta use it!"  He pulled out his revolver, but didn't raise it, just started spinning it around his hoof...

[Stone Cold Applejack 381]

I grabbed the Winchester M12 and slung it on my back. I heard Quick Strike yell he had Soprano. My ears pricked up when he said it and I became filled with Rage. I was about to run outside but I restrained myself. No, wait until he comes in. I thought. I went back to my spot and sat down. "Hey Strike come on in. Missed you buddy."

Edited October 2, 2014 by Red Sage

[Suitaloo 743]

"That would've been useful to know before, but then again, he is the reason we needed a first aid kit in the first place." Malt said. "Either way, I'll be keeping an eye on you." He picked up the gauze and healing powder and stashed them in his saddlebags in case he would need them later. He decided against using them on the raider, since by now, he was mostly in the clear, other than pain.