BOTWAWKI Revised Thread

[thomas.berubeg]

That's SO not specific. any of my ideas fit that.

 

[Terrance888]

gun running and facing off ghouls!

EDIT: You know, I should have picked my starting area for probability of success... not for story factor.

 

[thomas.berubeg]

Story factor is much more interesting, though

 

[Quisani]

Imagineer John Smith, 2nd Class, Research and Developement. That sounded good at the time, right? Give all that you can to serve the Animator, and do it with a smile, they said. Be part of the happier place on Earth, they said. Sure, it sounds good, but what the deuce am I supposed to do with this creature?

Imagineer Smith looked down at the newly hatched cockroach. It squirmed as it shed of the last layers of its larval casing. He couldn't recall an ungainlier sight from recent days.

Perhaps it will die, and then I won't have to worry. Smith stared at it for a few moments longer, watching it squirm and grunge about. It just ate its larval casing, that's just swell. Well, its not going to die... what the deuce do they expect? Pluto? Smith just stared at the cockroach. It seemed to notice him, or so he thought. It looked like it was looking at him, he was certain of it. Maybe it had begun to squirm its way into his mind.

"... err... stay?" Nothing happened. Maybe it was just stupid? Smith watched a few more seconds. Maybe I am. He was then pretty sure that new wet spot was urine.

 

[Northen Wolf]

Story factor is much more interesting, though

Schooling could be interesting.

 

[Toteone]

- And useful for me as I'm starting a school too (was planning it anyway this turn), and some extra inspiration would be nice. : )

-- Oh you're the Animators' guys. Now Imagineer makes sense! Cool!

 

[Tecknojock]

Toteone, I got the impression from the games, that the vaults tended to have a formal system of schooling already in place, though I suppose its possible that your vault may have shut it down for some reason at some point before our game started or that your vault was somehow different (Vaultek experiment?).

 

[Toteone]

It does seems like that, especially from Fallaot 3 though I'm not too clear on it, especially now that we're expanding outwards. Anyway I'd like to emphasize survival and combat skills more.
But thanks, I'll definitely check it out on FalloutWiki; hopefully some good classes are included in the curriculum and optionals. Technical knowledge would be great! (Do Barbarian Tribes have restrictions on using raw tech parts, EQ?)

 

[Blaze Injun]

Hey,

Question

Thanks & again I'm having a great time. Are you just using Fallout or are you usinging other sources. Gamma World? T.M.N.T.? Blaze Injun

Reponse

I'm using whatever sources that feel right at the moment, including Fallout.

Blaze Injun

 

[thomas.berubeg]

well... we HAVE had an Aliens reference, eh? a Fringe reference, and probably a whole lot more that i don't remember or didn't catch

 

[Northen Wolf]

Toteone, I got the impression from the games, that the vaults tended to have a formal system of schooling already in place, though I suppose its possible that your vault may have shut it down for some reason at some point before our game started or that your vault was somehow different (Vaultek experiment?).

Vaults schooling system educates people in arts of surviving INSIDE of the vault, not outside of the vault. Besides, it's created mostly to waste vault inhabitants time (got to keep them busy or they'll blow each other apart).

 

[Tecknojock]

Vaults schooling system educates people in arts of surviving INSIDE of the vault, not outside of the vault. Besides, it's created mostly to waste vault inhabitants time (got to keep them busy or they'll blow each other apart).

That's true, but earlier in the thread someone was asking about formal education and I thought it was Toteone so that what I assumed she meant, but after rereading the tread I find that it was Carmen asking about it. Toteane did mention self defense classes, but I didn't equate that with schooling at first.

 

[Toteone]

Thomas has a nice system going this round too~ he got a +5 morale bonus for it!
Whatcha teach Thomas?

 

[Blaze Injun]

Hey,

OOC
Lets not get into morale bonuses.

Invisible Monsters of East Cumberland. -5 morale
Christmas & gifts for everyone one in New Frostburk. 0 morale bonus
Major victory over the Virginny Raiders with Fearsome leader/Expansion. 0 morale bonus
Wonder what my Stills are going to do? +, -, or even?



Blaze Injun

 

[thomas.berubeg]

History, science, whatever we can glean from the old books, and how the Narwhale Legion is the best thing on the wasteland since the bombs fell.

 

[thomas.berubeg]

The searchlight mounted on the refurbished Mr. Gutsy, affectionately named Rob by his handlers in the Narwhal Legion, raked across the surface of the building, highlighting the cracked and broken writing declaring it to be the Staten Island Memorial Hospital.

“SENSORS SHOW A SMALL NUMBER OF POTENTIAL HOSTILES IN THE BUILDING. PERMISSIONS TO ENGAGE THE COMMIE BASTARDS, SIR?!”

Jarl Nicole glanced at the soldiers arranged behind her. All 50, half of her command, were at attention, with nearly half clutching the precious supply of laser guns they had picked up from Perth Amboy. With an appraising look, she turned back to the building and scanned it. The Savages within no doubt knew that the company was there, waiting in ambush, but appeared to be too afraid to engage them.

“SIR. I DETECT A NUMBER OF LIFE SIGNS MOVING TOWARDS THE REAR OF OUR REGIMENT. ANOMYLOUS READINGS SUGGEST THAT THESE BE GHOULS. I SUGGEST WE SHOW THOSE RED SAVAGES NO MERCY.” The raspy voice of the robot, that of some anonymous prewar drill sergeant, brought her attention to the increased movement in the darkness to the rear. A chilling scream rent the air.

Without wasting a moment, Nicole yelled at the Karls in the back of the column. “Attention! Form up, Row, shoot only when you can see the white’s of their eyes.” Well practiced, the soldiers fell into the proper formation with ease. Soldiers armed with conventional weaponry kneeled in a square, with a second, smaller square, armed alternately with laser weapons, conventional guns, and high tech melee weaponry forming inside. Behind them, the Squad’s Mr. Handy took up position, ready to intervene should any ghoul break through. Within seconds, a large horde of Feral Ghouls poured forth from the night, and the darkness was ripped with bolts of red light, disintegrating Ghoul after Ghoul after Ghoul. And then the conventional weapons opened fire, and the superior training of the Legion showed, as the last of the Ghoul horde fell, not ten seconds after the opening salvo.

And then, a blast of green light burst over the doorway to the hospital, splashing liquid pain over the raiders that had tried to sneak out from the hospital under cover of the battle.

“Good Work, Rob.” Nicole smiled at the Robot, “And Good Work, Karls. THIS is why we are the Legion. Now, we show these raiders why we are the Salvation of the Wasteland.”

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The Sun rose red the next morning as the Narwhal Standard was raised over the roof of the hospital. The fighting had been fierce, the Raiders numerous, but the company had successfully cleared the savages. The wounded were being treated, the dead buried, The captured raiders were being press-ganged as the lowliest karls in the army, and prisoners freed by the legion were offered a choice between Fealty to the Legion and going their own way into the dangerous wilderness. As ranking officer, it fell to Jarl Nicole to accept the oaths fealty both groups were obliged to swear. The massed group, surrounded on all sides by uniformed and armed Karls and Huskarls, listened attentively to the Speech given by Jarl Nicole.

“We are the Narwhal Legion. We are the Heirs of the United States Navy. We are the Salvation of the wasteland. Our enemies quake before us, but our friends sleep safely at night, knowing we are there. You are being offered admittance to our Hallowed Ranks. We demand your utmost loyalty, and we will punish treachery with death. We will hunt any deserter and give them the fate they deserve. But, any who serves well may rise in rank, become Huskarl, jarl, or even captain, perhaps. And the Narwhal Legion will reward those who serve, with food and water, and, upon their retirement, a pension including a small hydroponics farm. You will now swear upon your life to be true to the Legion and to your Comrades, and to the Ideal of the Narwhals: Salvation through Knowledge.”

One by one, the new Karls walked up to the table where Nicole was sitting, and accepted the drop of pure water that symbolically bound them to the Legion. Only one former raider refused, and was summarily taken away and executed.

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The Rest of the march was uneventful. Small raider parties were destroyed, ghouls and animals fought off, but, generally, the size of the column deterred any but the most desperate attackers. All of the new recruits proved themselves, and slowly were accepted by the veterans.

Finally, the great walls of Narwhal City rose up before the weary party. Saluting the guards, Jarl Nicole led her column into the central square of the City.

Facing her soldiers, she spoke. “Brothers and Sisters, I am proud of you. Dismissed.”

The column broke into small groups, as people drifted off towards their respective homes. Those with spouses living in individual dwellings, while the single ones were housed in the Legion Barracks, in the depths of the submarine.

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“Leah, sweety, what did you learn in school today?” Nicole asked her young daughter as she walked in through the door.

The six year old smiled and shouted “Mommy! You’re back! Did you bring anything good?”

Hugging the small redhead, she produced from behind her back a teddy bear. “I found this, but I don’t know if I know anyone that could want it.”

Leah looked up at her, shocked, surprised that her mother would do that to her, and then, seeing the smile on Nicole’s face, realized what was happening. “Mommy! You’re teasing! You’re so mean!”

Handing the girl the toy, she asked “Where are your daddy and brothers?”

“They’re all in the farm. Eli had a new idea to help with the water, and Daddy went to see if it would work. Nathan went with them, because he’s mean. Dad said to tell you that he’ll find us at the Movie tonight.”

Smiling, Nicole continued “Leah, Dear, how was school?”

“Good! Mr. Costopolous said I was really smart. I was the fastest to do my math! Multiplication and long division is so easy.”

“Good! You are smart!”

“He told us a story today about before the bombs! A long time ago, there was this evil empire that tried to take over the world. They called themselves the Axis, and they killed everyone who they didn’t like, and then the United States went and blew them up with technology! And then there were the commies, And then we blew them up with technology too. Mr. C said that we were going to do the same to our enemies.” The girl paused “Mommy, do we have enemies.”

Nicole sighed, and thought a bit before answering. “The wasteland is not a friendly place, and we have a lot of enemies. A lot of people are jealous of how rich and powerful we are.”

“But don’t we have friends?”

“Yes. The people of vault 2 are our friends. They’re helping us with Project Purity.”

“But don’t Vaulters kill people they don’t like? Like the Axis?”

“No, Vault 2 kills savages, just like mommy does. And only Savages that deserve to die, because they hurt people. And, anyway, Vault 2 isn’t our only friend. When I was at Perth Amboy, I met a scout from the west, there, and he said that they were going to help with Project Purity too. He told me that he people love technology as much as us.” Nicole Glanced at the Pipboy on her wrist, a handy device issued to High Ranking military officers since their discovery within the UN vault and since traded with Vault 2. “It’s time for the Movie! Want to go? I know there’s a surprise tonight!”

“YES! They’re showing Star Wars tonight! I love Leah Starkiller! You named me after her, right? She’s so strong and powerful, and I want to be a Jedi knight just like her when I grow up! I want the Whills to write a story about me! I hate Darth Vader for killing her daddy! Obi Wan was so swell.” Babbling almost incoherently, Leah dragged her mother by the hand to the great auditorium that had been just recently completed. The great Cap’n had ordered it built for the purpose of meetings and movie showings, as the population of the Legion outgrew the capacity of the auditorium aboard the submarine. As the population shuffled in, murmuring excitedly, Nicole found her husband and her sons, and sat with them. Cap’n Ahab stood up at the front.

The Cap’n’s voice was stentorian, booming across the hall without the aid of Microphones. “Welcome, Brother and Sisters of the Legion! Tonight, we are showing on of our favorites! Star Wars! But we have a surprise tonight! we’ve always known that there have been other Star Wars movies, but, unfortunately, they were lost during the war. None of our ancestors thought to bring any but the fourth aboard the Narwhale, and the rest of the copies had been destroyed by the war. Or so we thought! Jarl Nicole recently went on a mission to Perth Amboy, and, on her trip back found a library barely ruined by the war. And within its stock were the rest of the Star Wars movies! Episodes 5 and 6!” Excited whispers erupted through the room, and Leah grabbed her hand with joy. “She brought back all the movies and books she could recover, but nobody has seen these yet save our Skalds, who were tasked with making a copy and being sure that it had survived untouched. And they tell me it was worth the wait! So, Let us watch!”

And, on the screen, the golden letters burst forth, crawling into the distance.

There ya go.

 

[Blaze Injun]

Hey,

OOC
Very nice story. Looked over your stats. Fearsome, Techies & Militia. I love this part.

“We are the Narwhal Legion. We are the Heirs of the United States Navy. We are the Salvation of the wasteland. Our enemies quake before us, but our friends sleep safely at night, knowing we are there. You are being offered admittance to our Hallowed Ranks. We demand your utmost loyalty, and we will punish treachery with death. We will hunt any deserter and give them the fate they deserve. But, any who serves well may rise in rank, become Huskarl, jarl, or even captain, perhaps. And the Narwhal Legion will reward those who serve, with food and water, and, upon their retirement, a pension including a small hydroponics farm. You will now swear upon your life to be true to the Legion and to your Comrades, and to the Ideal of the Narwhals: Salvation through Knowledge.”

One by one, the new Karls walked up to the table where Nicole was sitting, and accepted the drop of pure water that symbolically bound them to the Legion. Only one former raider refused, and was summarily taken away and executed.

Spoiler :

Revenge of the Nerds: Goes to War!!!

Blaze Injun

 

[Tecknojock]

EQ, I have a question.

For
Food: 1,510 (+500)
Water: 600 (+580)
Is the amount in the () Total Production, Capital Production, Or Production + Salvage?

I am trying to add the production per turn of the capital to the map.

 

[SKILORD]

The first transmission of Community Radio

“Hello, to the Wilderness. This is Mayor Solomon Nealon, is anyone receiving this transmission?”

-

Mutants wander up to the edge of town sometimes, solitary beasts, confused and driven three quarters mad from the simple stresses of their existence. One bullet is all that’s been allotted to them, and that out of mercy.

But now the talk in the town had turned to paranoia about the radio, what sort of huge armies with radios were out there listening.

The curfew is years gone, but it might as well be back, even those who most advocated building the thing were to scared to stay out at night.

Guard duty becomes something of a nerve wracking experience, not that there are more attacks, but just the talk. The constant fear of encroaching armies keeps them all on edge at all hours.

“is anyone receiving this transmission?”

But Mayor Nealon had never asked how friendly they might be.

Armed guards everywhere don’t need orders to keep security extra tight, they are all too worried not to.

Several people were receiving the transmission inside Agrestic, but they had all been there when it was sent out. The message did nothing but frighten them, as soon as their hopes and dreams had been sent out across the airwaves they took on a sinister quality. The finality of the agreed upon form broke every heart that had invested infinite hope into them, if they could have they would have sent out a million messages with every intention. “Hello,” “I miss you,” “Have you seen…” “Do you know?” “Are you friendly?” “You can’t triangulate radio broadcasts, can you?” “Can we coexist?” “We are armed!” “Is it safe out there?”

Now they are only left to wonder if it is still safe in here.

“is anyone receiving this transmsission?”

 

[Terrance888]

The Dusty sand blows across the land. I hold on to my helmet.

It is the 5th day of our 9 day patrol, somewhere between Casa Grande and Blood Mesa. Some time today we are to send off our water merchants and receive another immigrant family too slow to come with the main party.

I crouch down, the fifth point on the pentagram of defense. My sharpened shovel is ready in my hands as I feel the ground for movement. The wasteland desert is mostly still, and foot steps carry their way far across it.

Behind me, Prefect Jones is organizing the camp. Midday is the worst day for marching, and the best time to sleep. The warmth lulls you away and wakes you up when you are thirsty. However, I tis my duty to keep watch.

My fingers twitched. the ground transmitted a very slight tremor to the south. Gary, to my right, felt it as well. We watched the horizon together, looking for the source of the disturbance. It faded away but we sat still and up. I wondered what monsters might be comming, and whether my family, moving to San Tan, will be safe with their patrolmen and rangers.

Suddenly aground shifted, "Point 5 is Attacked!" I shout as the sand burst to reveal some burried monstrocities. Ghoul or a horribly mutated creature it may be, but it fell all the same with a slash of my halbard. It cut into the creature's mouth. More of them appeared as Gary decapitated another one of the monsters and retreated up the hill. Another ranger joined up as we pushed them down the slippery sand, their claws not gaining much traction as our boots. Behind us, our rangers with lazor guns sighted each creature and fired a single bolt. It was not worth it to waste more. I kept slashing with my weapon, pushing them down the slope to my former camp as five of them at a time fell to the accurate gunfire. My limbs burned as I smacked the last of them across the head and broke its neck.

Silence.

We finished our round by cutting the throat of each creature. Then I returned to the hasty tent. The ranger handed me his gun and his canteen and headed for my post. I sat, drank to sooth my burning thirst, and prepared to sleep, yet always ready to jump up and defend.

I am a ranger of the desert. I am a Blood Mesan.