@Eaglerider
Trading caravan trails, in the year 2287, are as common as highways had been back before the great war. While most of them are small, and fairly localized, there are a few trails for the more ambitious and adventurous. They tend to be longer, and traverse through deadlier territory. but the payoff is always guaranteed to be better than the local routes. Provided the trader in question is smart and hardy enough to survive.
One such route crossed from the Capital Wastes, of former Washington state; DC, to New Vegas, where the NCR and Cesar's Legion battle for dominance over the land. This year as the caravan neared what would have been the California border a clan of highway men attacked scattering the traders, killing, and looting as they went. Many perished at the hands of the robbers though a few escaped down the road, or into a small nearby town.
Zion languidly swirled the remainder of his irradiated gin, the liquid occasionally collecting the residue from the inside of the half cleaned glass. He gulped it down and eyed the other patrons, for a crappy dive bar 'The House of The Rising Sun' was pulling in quite the turnout. He wasn't sure but the Ex-raider was sure the name was ripped off from an old song title. Either way it was a gathering place for all types of people. Women, men, occasionally a ghoul if they were ballsy enough. He'd been renting a room here for the past week or so looking for work, a self proclaimed mercenary, if you had the caps all you need do is point out the target, he'd shoot 'em dead. His harrowing gaze returned to his now empty glass, jade green eyes dull with boredom.
He'd left the raiders about a year ago, give or take a month, but his reflexes and and aim were sharper than ever. The young man's back stiffened as his personal space was violated and a slender hand found its way into his thick auburn Mohawk. He spun around, knife in hand prepared to gut the offender like Yao Gui only to be met with a thin blonde woman, a soft smile written over her features despite the look of fear in her eyes. He sighed and lowered the knife mustering a half-hearted glare. "One of these days I'm not gonna stop in time Celeste." She giggled and produced a pair of aviator sunglasses from her dress pocket.
"Don't be so grumpy Zi, I brought you a gift!"
He eyed the glasses, arching one of his eyebrows "what's the catch?" The girl pouted in response.
"No catch, I just wanna be friends...but if you happen to come across any snack cakes I'd be happy to take 'em!"
Zion couldn't help but grin at her antics, raising his shoulders in an exaggerated shrug, causing the spikes along the shoulders of his leather jacket to brush against his cheeks. "I dunno Celeste..." He paused for a moment watching her wilt, "I suppose I could bring you a couple packets if I find any. The blonde cheered handing the glasses to him. Zion opened his mouth to respond when gun fire rung through the air. "Everybody down!" Called the ex-raider brandishing his shotgun as he stormed towards the door ready for a fire fight. He spotted the highway men and traders, gritting his teeth. "Don't these dipsticks understand that we all need traders to survive out here?" The question was rhetorical of course, he made a beeline for the closest trader hip-firing at the bandits. "Oi trader, there's shelter back that way. Go I'll cover you!"
Trading caravan trails, in the year 2287, are as common as highways had been back before the great war. While most of them are small, and fairly localized, there are a few trails for the more ambitious and adventurous. They tend to be longer, and traverse through deadlier territory. but the payoff is always guaranteed to be better than the local routes. Provided the trader in question is smart and hardy enough to survive.
One such route crossed from the Capital Wastes, of former Washington state; DC, to New Vegas, where the NCR and Cesar's Legion battle for dominance over the land. This year as the caravan neared what would have been the California border a clan of highway men attacked scattering the traders, killing, and looting as they went. Many perished at the hands of the robbers though a few escaped down the road, or into a small nearby town.
Zion languidly swirled the remainder of his irradiated gin, the liquid occasionally collecting the residue from the inside of the half cleaned glass. He gulped it down and eyed the other patrons, for a crappy dive bar 'The House of The Rising Sun' was pulling in quite the turnout. He wasn't sure but the Ex-raider was sure the name was ripped off from an old song title. Either way it was a gathering place for all types of people. Women, men, occasionally a ghoul if they were ballsy enough. He'd been renting a room here for the past week or so looking for work, a self proclaimed mercenary, if you had the caps all you need do is point out the target, he'd shoot 'em dead. His harrowing gaze returned to his now empty glass, jade green eyes dull with boredom.
He'd left the raiders about a year ago, give or take a month, but his reflexes and and aim were sharper than ever. The young man's back stiffened as his personal space was violated and a slender hand found its way into his thick auburn Mohawk. He spun around, knife in hand prepared to gut the offender like Yao Gui only to be met with a thin blonde woman, a soft smile written over her features despite the look of fear in her eyes. He sighed and lowered the knife mustering a half-hearted glare. "One of these days I'm not gonna stop in time Celeste." She giggled and produced a pair of aviator sunglasses from her dress pocket.
"Don't be so grumpy Zi, I brought you a gift!"
He eyed the glasses, arching one of his eyebrows "what's the catch?" The girl pouted in response.
"No catch, I just wanna be friends...but if you happen to come across any snack cakes I'd be happy to take 'em!"
Zion couldn't help but grin at her antics, raising his shoulders in an exaggerated shrug, causing the spikes along the shoulders of his leather jacket to brush against his cheeks. "I dunno Celeste..." He paused for a moment watching her wilt, "I suppose I could bring you a couple packets if I find any. The blonde cheered handing the glasses to him. Zion opened his mouth to respond when gun fire rung through the air. "Everybody down!" Called the ex-raider brandishing his shotgun as he stormed towards the door ready for a fire fight. He spotted the highway men and traders, gritting his teeth. "Don't these dipsticks understand that we all need traders to survive out here?" The question was rhetorical of course, he made a beeline for the closest trader hip-firing at the bandits. "Oi trader, there's shelter back that way. Go I'll cover you!"
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Well, I'll shoot her with my ray gun when she comes. Yes, I'll shoot her with my ray gun when she comes. Yes, I'll shoot her with my ray gun, oh, I'll shoot her with my ray gun. Yes, I'll shoot her with my ray gun when she comes. When she comes!
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