Wastelands ~ The Game's afoot

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"I'll consider it but honestly the voice in my head is the sanest person I know." He said it jokingly, he'd come to terms with Cameron. She was a good companion who didn't do like most voices and tell him to kill things or be evil. It was just a good natured DoB whom he'd happened to love before the bombs went off.

Cameron was back again and sitting on the control console next to him with a smile on her face again. "I honestly didn't think she had a human side. She seemed like a latino vulcan to me for a while."

Taking another smoke from his pack she lit up and went on. "You really mean that stuff about turning this bunker into a mission and trading post? An empire even?"

"Yes I did Cam, someone has to be the decent guys. If no one else will be then I guess it's our job. Even if it's a short, thin, paranoid, talks to his dead beloved guy like me."

Cameron looked him over and spoke quietly with edge of shock. "Virgie, I think the bunker is changing us for the better. Maybe it's something in the concrete or just the shock of killing Sydney on accident."

Virgil smiled a little and added "I'll be the midget messiah of the Wastes in no time! Saint Virgil has a nice ring don't it?"

Giggling a little at his comment Cameron added "That's the spirit Virgie."

Eventually he got up and left the command center and Cameron followed in tow.

"So what we up to tomorrow Virgie?"

"Being the beacon of light to the entire Wastelands."

"Sounds fun."

Saldana could take it no more. He had been planning on leaving for a while, and now he finally gathered his posessions, armour, and a rifle, and headed up to the top.

"Virgil, Alan, everybody, I'm leaving. Don't try to stop me." Saldana headed up, out of the blast doors, and towards his motorhome. Perhaps he would come back, perhaps not.

((People, I won't be able to post more for much of tomorrow. I am going on the train to a series of seminars on forensic science.))

((I will be posting again soon. Just got back from the forensics seminar, but I twisted my ankle walking up from the train station to the seminars, and the ankle's giving me curry. Hey, Anubis, do you want me to reveal myself to the Colonel.))

((Sorry I haven't posted yet, I was reading some Deathnote and working on my new RP.))

Virgil awoke refreshed and in a good mood, something that rarely happened. Walking out he found the Colonel in full combat gear getting ready to leave. "Sure, but you ain't taking the motorhome. Take a dune buggy instead. I need that thing for something I am cooking up."

Shaking hands with the Colonel he spoke again "Good luck you crazy f****r."

He'd be sad to lose him but he had his right to leave as he saw fit. Besides, Virgil thought he'd be opposed to the opening of the bunker and he didn't need a strong dissenting voice to get in his way.

Cameron was right behind him after the Colonel left. "Mixed bag but I think it'll help us more then hurt us."

Virgil went on, thinking as he walked. He went to the surface and found the a buggy missing, sighing at the loss of the Colonel he decided to take a short walk outside. Outisde, he a found a strange note from a Vagas and some guns. Including his lost guns.

Smiling a little at the firearms he picked up the revolver and found it still had a round in it. Probably was a good idea for him to carry both of them from now on. Deciding to have Alan pick up and catalog the weapons he went back in the bunker and got some breakfast, a piece of sourdough toast covered in butter with a glass of water.

He'd need Nidia to get upgraded access again and take on the Colonel's duties as head of security. He hoped she'd not flee on him to. He and Alan needed someone with muscle to cover their scrawny asses.

After breakfast he went by the armory and picked up another holster for his other revolver and made sure both fit well enough. Finally he went and picked up his Gauss sniper rifle and prepared for another day of watching the horizon.

((We're in need of new blood. Also, I'll be here till 3 AM, which is an hour and forty more minutes))

After a spell, Nidia sought Virgil out. The quietness of the bunker was eating at her. She had never found cause to miss the conversation of others in the last place she had lived, even once she was left entirely alone. After the last man had died, in her solitude she had remembered the atmosphere of despair and bickering which had prevailed while they were with her. She had mourned only the idea of the loss of human life, not the venomous individuals lost.

Here things were different. There was a glimmer of hope. The image in her mind might resemble a lit match under a tropical rain, but it was there. She found herself restless for contact and ravenous for information. Looking everywhere but at him, she planted herself at Virgil's side, with only her customary silence as a greeting.

"Hey, Nidia. Good to see you." Virgil was sitting in plastic chair on the roof of the warehouse again. He'd abandoned the hazmat suit entirely now, he just wore camo fatigues and hoped for the best.

"Not much happening up here, saw a two tanks exchanging fire eariler. But they broke off before either was damaged." Virgil opened and energy bar, digging in and speaking as he ate. "I don't think they can make more yet. Which is good for us, we could make a tank but it would take months of work with just me and Alan."

When he finished he threw away the bars wrapper and went back to watching. "With the Colonel gone your getting an upgrade again, your card with be upgraded to black but you'll have to be head of security. Means you'll have to learn how to work all the guns and fix the cameras and mircophones."

Suddenly something on the horizon caught Virgil's attention. "We got incoming, two station wagons loaded with ragged looking people." Virgil yelled at Nidia "Open the warehouse and bunker doors, they look like they could use some help. Use my emergecy code to make sure the bunker doors stay open. It's HELLSINGALUCARD512 today."

Sydney watched from a distance. He saw Virgil and Nidia talking, and then the jeeps in the distance. He was perched in a tree a little to the side of the bunker and was wondering what to do. Should he follow the Colonel, go off on his own, or stay and help those in the bunker?

((I'm starting to get bored with this. I might do Flagg's other RP, and have Sydney wander into the sunset to deal with Thascales. Flagg knows who I'm talking about....))

"f**k, we got another problem. They're being tailed by UCA jeeps. And these guys don't look like they want to give them supplies and a warm bed." Virgil plugged in the Gauss Sniper Rifle and let it charge "Nidia, cover your ears and eyes. This is gonna be loud and bright."

When he felt as sure with his aim as he could Virgil pulled the trigger. The electromagnets glowed whitish-blue and a massive scream let out as the rifle discharged one of its massive stakes. The hit was perfect, the first jeep went up in flames and second jeep crashed into the back of it.

"TAKE THAT motherf***ers!"

Only with great effort did Nidia stop gaping, once she had opened her eyes.

"Holy hell! I guess these are the sort we want then, if they were marked for death...." she trailed off.

"Now then? I'll let them in?"

((Mrrr.... it's too disappointing how everybody's leaving. ))

"Yes, open the doors to the bunker and warehouse. Once that's done join me outside and help me flag them down." Virgil slung the GSR over his back and slid down the ladder. He bolted outside and started waving as wildly as possible.

She hastened to obey. How on earth did he manage to get the ball rolling so soon? she wondered. Then again, not much would be difficult for a man who is capable of keeping multiple, everchanging, eighteen digit passwords all straight in his head. She had to repeat this one a dozen times to herself just to avoid forgetting it before she punched it in.

Nidia hadn't intended to follow Virgil's lead in braving the outside world without a suit, but the presence of the scraggly passengers shamed her into it. She scrambled out of her gear but couldn't bring herself to holster her weapon, though she kept it low. As she ran toward the group, quickly scanning the faces and bodies for any hint of ill will, her head still reeled with the knowledge of her new responsibilities. She remembered wistfully--and not just a touch inaccurately--an orderly, predictable world in which she had been free to keep others at a distance and congratulate herself on excelling in her chosen niche. The thought of failure was unbearable.

She looked to her companion.

"It's alright Nidia, s**t happens and we do what we can as humans. Speaking of things happening our guests are upon us." When the first station wagon rolled into the warehouse Virgil ran over and yelled at the driver "How many we got?"

"Five here and three more in the one behind us I think." The woman was beaten looking, around 50. But she looked strong willed and unwilling to give up easily. "Alright, get all the people out the cars and the latin woman will help you get to the medlab."