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| Atticus | Oct 24 2015, 07:56 PM Post #1 |
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Mister Crowley Location: Vault 9 Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvHMsS-DPuA The day had finally came. You could only smile when you noticed the Vault 9 Security Guards approaching your cell. You had stolen and made problems for the Vault for years. You had stolen rations only to give them to others, you had pickpocketed guards and gained access to quite a few portions of the Vault the Overseer had never intended for a lowly Bandit like you to go in. You had even taken weapons from the Vault armory to simply distribute them to your fellow ruffians just to see what they would do. They didn't do much with them before the guards realized they were missing and repossessed them. You were almost disappointed in their lack of ambition. Why did you do all of these things? Well, the answer was quite simple, wasn't it? You are a bad person. You despise the very concept of order, it goes against what the world is today. What good did civilization ever accomplish? It destroyed itself, wiped itself clean with atomic fire. Only fools blinded by nostalgia for the good old days would actually wish to try and revive the Old World. The New World, ruled by solely chaos and anarchy... that was far more promising for fellows like you. It was not a difficult task to learn more about what The Overseer was planning. After all, you had broken into his office before easily enough. Granted, this time you had done it to take a peek at his files, at his terminal... all you wanted to do was learn a little bit more about Vault 9, about this expedition of his. The Overseer had of course not been blunt about the reasons for the expedition... after all, the last thing he wanted to do was send the people of the Vault into a panic. Quite a few of the systems that had sustained life in the Vault had begun to malfunction... and without these, the entirety of the Vault would be forced to leave the Vault. Or, they would slowly die here. You had considered spilling the beans to the general Vault populace... it would perhaps be the first honest act in your entire life... and it would throw the entire Vault into chaos. But you had decided against it. Instead, you sat down in the Overseer's office, and waited for him to arrive... and when he did, you two talked about how this could be a win-win situation for both of you. If he agreed to what you proposed, you would allow him to appear as if he finally captured you and you would cease making his life more difficult on a day-to-day basis, and you would not tell the other Vault Dwellers outside of those who would be drafted or volunteer for this expedition exactly about the reasons why the expedition is needed. In return... not only would he let you go and be part of the expedition afterwards, but you would be their official guide. You would be an adviser to them, of sorts... and while you had your own agenda for wanting to get outside, you knew they would likely make use of someone with your... talents. The Overseer, obviously reluctant, agreed that he would think it over. But you had already read his face and knew that he was going to say yes. Ultimately, what else could he do? And now, now the day of the expedition was finally here. One of the Vault Security Guards opened your cell door, holding a set of handcuffs. Mister Crowley: Are those really necessary, gentlemen? I'm sure the Overseer has told you a bit about... our arrangement, yes? Vault Security Guard: He did. He was the one who insisted on the handcuffs. The only reason why you're being allowed to go is that you're surely going to die out there. You know that, right? Mister Crowley: Of course... you all are agoraphobics, after all. But me... I was born for the world outside. Vault Security Guard: I hope the radiation kills you, Crowley. Mister Crowley: Ah ah ah, it's Mister Crowley. Put your cursed handcuffs on me already if we're going. I'd like to see who else our beloved Overseer rounded up for this little suicide mission of ours. I hope not all of them are goody two shoes like you. Edited by Atticus, Oct 27 2015, 03:29 AM.
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| Atticus | Oct 27 2015, 03:29 AM Post #2 |
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The Overseer Location: Vault 9 Door Music: ____ The Overseer stood with two Vault Security Guards by his side, and behind him rested the enormous door of Vault 9 which had remained sealed since the Great War. The group he had decided on were already before him, standing side by side. Gooms McGregor, a bearded and older Goomba who had once been among the ranks of Vault 9's security force, but after an incident in which he seemed to lose focus and simply start discharging his firearm over and over again, he was kicked out of Vault 9's security ranks and into Vault 9's janitorial program. While he may be a bit on the unhinged side, he did still possess quite a bit of skill with guns, and his time as a janitor gave him quite a bit of skill at repairing equipment or tinkering with machinery. Calendula Ackham, a female Shy Guy who while lacked proper people skills, was one of the best doctors Vault 9 had right next to Sarah Toadstein. Granted, Calen never had been officially hired to Vault 9's medical staff, but the other doctors and nurses had basically considered her as such anyways. The Overseer was a bit glad that Calen had been willing to go on the expedition for while Sarah would have been a suitable choice too, you were aware that... a conscientious objector wouldn't be the best thing the group could have, even if she was a skilled and official doctor. Additionally, Calen has a bit of knowledge about the outside world that Sarah didn't, and it could possibly prolong the group's survival a bit longer. Fausto Nasato, a young male Pianta, often sometimes called "Lucky Nose" by members of the Family, which was a concentrated and organized group comprised of Vault 9's ruffians. As much as you loathed the idea of sending one of the Family out as part of this expedition, Piantas often had a way with words. Fausto especially. You were pretty sure that his skill in discussing things and negotiations, along with his uncanny luck, is the only reason why he hasn't been killed by or booted out of the Family. Fausto had a personality and attitude that could probably piss off even the roughest Family members. Then, there was Kid Koopz. A rough and tumble Koopa who actually even failed to be a criminal. Additionally, he wouldn't stop talking or trying to spread word about something he called hip hop. It was safe to say that even if he had been a Pianta, the Family probably would still have not allowed him to join. Koopz actually volunteered to be part of the expedition. Actually, he was practically begging to be part of it with how insistent he was. You were iffy on sending him outside, but he had volunteered, and like most of the youths in Vault 9, he had already been somewhat skilled with guns. And while his attitude and his boasting that he would be the greatest rapper of the wasteland was perhaps as annoying as Fausto's boasting, Koopz too was skilled with wordplay, but not with rhymes despite his claims otherwise. Yarona Ashfaq, an older female Yoshi scientist who many years ago had actually invented and created a rover that had actually captured brief footage of the surface world before it was consumed by one of the wildlife. Frustratingly, Yarona had not been able to see what sort of creature it was before the machine had been consumed. As Yarona was one of Vault 9's several scientists, she had been aware and knowledgeable of what the Garden of Eden Creation Kit could do. For years and years she had tried to convince you to do an expedition and use the GECK to try and start an outside community, but you had repeatingly shot down her requests knowing that it was too early and the outside was hardly safe enough to try and rebuild it. Of course, now you had little choice in the matter. Even now as she stands there, you can see a tad bit of excited anticipation and "I told you so" written on her face. While Yarona is one of the more skilled scientists and like McGregor is also skilled at repairing and tinkering with objects, you will somewhat be glad to not be questioned and badgered by her anymore about the outside. That being said, you hoped her obsession with the outside world didn't end up killing her. Sidney Skips, prefers to go by "Skips", another young delinquent of Vault 9, and the second Koopa of the group. Sidney had recently made numerous claims that he was trying to change and turn his life around, but not many believed within the Vault believed him, refusing to offer him work of any sort. He could have likely gotten work offered by the Family or the other seedier groups of Vault 9... but, that would have obviously put a wrench into the "trying to change for better" thing. With little other options and stubborn to not go back on his word, he actually volunteered to be part of the Vault 9 Expedition... if nothing else would cause the others to believe him, perhaps this would. You had almost considered denying Sidney, but unlike the other delinquents you had already assigned to the group, Sidney at least appeared regretful of his felonious past. Additionally, he was also skilled in melee combat and explosives, both being things the group had been lacking in before Sidney. Finally, that left the guide... who had just arrived, accompanied by two more of his Vault-Tec Security Guards handcuffed as he requested. Mister Crowley... most likely the worst of all the rotten apples that had been grown here in the Vault. He was more dangerous than those such as Kid Koopz, Fausto Nasato, or Sidney Skips. Mister Crowley (demands that the "Mister" be said every time) is dangerous not because he's a bad sort, but because he is entirely unrepentant about all of the things he has done. He is not some common killer or some common thief, he is the very walking embodiment of anarchy. You do not know why he wants to be part of this expedition so badly, nor can you do anything but comply and send him out with the group. For if you rejected his request, he would escape from that dingy cell you had shoved him into in seconds and told the entirety of the Vault the truth, not for the sake of telling them the truth behind the expedition, but to make them panic and likely revolt against you. All you could do was simply pray that Mister Crowley met his end early with a bullet to the brain or he at the very least didn't sabotage or wreck the group's efforts. Some of them may know who Mister Crowley is... but likely not one of them knows the true extent of how much of a danger he is. Even now, he was standing there in handcuffs, smiling at you. You prayed that the Star Spirits would have pity on your soul for releasing the likes of him out into a world that has already long since been ruined. Nonetheless, with Mister Crowley's arrival, that meant everyone was here... The Overseer: You are all likely no doubt wondering why after so many years of continued safety within the Vault, I have recently began the efforts to organize an expedition out into the wastelands beyond this door that has protected us for five decades. The truth is... the truth is, several of Vault 9's supporting systems have begun to malfunction. The most trusted and most skilled scientists and engineers of the Vault have been tasked to continue repairing and maintaining these systems as long as possible. But the truth is, without proper replacements from other Vaults such as Vault 9... this Vault will become inhabitable within months. There are three systems and components we need the parts to repair, there is of course the Water Chip, our Geo-Thermal Power Supply provided to Vault-Tec by Torque Co., and finally, our Vault had been supplied by Vault-Tec with a special kind of lighting system that actually allowed us to grow our own food, here, in the Vault. Without these systems, we will lose access to water, food, and power. The wasteland is still far too inhospitable for us to fully leave Vault 9 and try and reinhabit the surface... likely, the surface is still barraged with radiation storms and who knows what else that lurks on the surface. You hesitated. You were not sure if they would actually succeed. But if they did... perhaps, perhaps they would be capable of resisting or keeping back the kind of people like Mister Crowley, who would see the outside world remain an irradiated and bloodstained hellhole. And if they did prove capable, maybe they could make good on Vault 9's true mission as well. The Overseer: If your group is successful in locating and bringing us these parts, I will provide you with Vault 9's Garden of Eden Creation Kit, which will allow you the chance to restart life out there and perhaps make things much less bleaker for the rest of us within the Vault, for when we too are ready to step outside ourselves. Some of you volunteered, some of you... may not have, and are much less optimistic about this expedition. You have good reason to act as such for the world outside is far less than habitable yet. This Vault was built below a pre-war bowling alley called Goldbob Lanes. We do not know if anything actually dwells within the bowling alley itself, so take extreme caution. However, we do at least have probably the best idea for where you should go first. I have uploaded the coordinates of Vault-Tec's Headquarters onto each of your Pep-Boys. You should try and start there and see if that building has the locations of the other Vaults present in this area. There were of course additional Vaults that were built in the Mushroom Kingdom, Rogueport, and the region that was controlled by Bowser, but it is more than likely that all of these areas are entirely inaccessible or greatly irradiated to the extent a few steps within these regions could kill you. We are not certain, but it is likely those areas were hit harder by the bombs, all things considered. Again, you hesitated. You told them perhaps everything you knew about the wasteland above, where they should go first, and what to expect... but they were going to be the very first Vault 9 Dwellers to ever step beyond that door. And everything in your head was telling you that the deaths of each and every one of them would occur within days. Additionally, you felt a sickening amount of guilt over being unable to tell them more about their supposed helpful guide. For Mister Crowley had made him well aware of what would happen if he did... perhaps the fact that their guide was currently still in handcuffs would be enough to tip them off to be aware of him. The Overseer: That's... all I have to tell you. From here on out, you'll only have the guide you've been assigned to accompany you for advice. Some of you may know him, some of you may not. His name is Mister Crowley, and he can tell you more about his... his skills and the things he's good at himself. Calen: Why is he handcuffed? Mister Crowley: Your guess is as good as mine, miss. After all, I am surely no worse than any other of Vault 9's... rougher customers, am I? Isn't that right, Overseer? The Overseer: There is a reason why I've chosen him as your guide. A security guard will provide you with the key to Mister Crowley's handcuffs to be used once you're beyond that door. Let's just say... Mister Crowley broke some Vault protocols, and while I am still sending him out with you to be your guide... I still have to follow certain rules and guidelines. Do any of you have a problem with Mister Crowley going with you? McGregor: I know of this Crowley person... Mister Crowley: Mister Crowley. McGregor: ...and while he's not exactly the most innocent as far as morality goes, the rumored skills he possess would likely be a help of us out there. So I'm in favor of Crowley. It's not like everyone else in this group is mistake free or completely innocent. Fausto: In this Vault, how could you be? The Family aside, there's all the other two bit thugs and morons who think they're qualified for the life of organized crime. I have a Koopa who believes he's a rap artist on one side, and another Koopa who was admittedly a somewhat skilled rookie who ended up growing a conscience. Skips: Not everyone is content with being a delinquent their entire lives. Koopz: My rap career beats boasting about myself and my supposed great luck all the time... Yarona: The ongoing graying of our group's overall morality aside and the questionable reasons for some certain people's presence on what should be a strictly scientific endeavor, I am also in favor of Crowley... Mister Crowley: Again, it's Mister Crowley. Yarona: ...for in a truly lawless and most likely chaotic surface world, it would probably be best to have someone with us who could both protect us or warn us against such crimes being inflicted against our group. If we happen to have to use his morally questionable talents to achieve our objective, then so be it. Skips: Chaos can be used to combat chaos. Evil, to fight evil. It's probably not the best way to be looking at things before we even step outside but... the world's probably hardly safe from much worse versions of the Family or even Mister Crowley. If he actually wants to come along with us and we keep an eye on him... it should be fine. I'm also in favor of Mister Crowley. Mister Crowley: Ah, well, at least the kid said the Mister. If only I knew you before you had changed your ways... eh, what was your name? Skips: Sidney, but I prefer to be called Skips. Mister Crowley: Well, Sidney, I could have probably turned you from a rookie of crime into a professional like myself. Much more than the Pianta over there. Relying on luck is hardly a way to operate. Fausto: And yet, shockingly enough, I'm not the one in handcuffs. The Overseer: Enough. At least half of you were in favor of Mister Crowley, so Mister Crowley is your guide. You all can talk more and learn more about each other on the surface. I've kept you waiting long enough, and it's imperative that you get to Vault-Tec HQ as soon as you can to learn where other Vaults which you may be able to salvage the parts we need from. You nodded towards the Security Guard standing by the door panel, who then proceeded to enter the access code for the Vault into the panel, and then threw a couple of switches and levers. Very slowly, the mechanism whirred to life, and the Vault door began to move. The Overseer: As you proceed to step outside, remember to take caution. We don't know if the bowling alley is empty or not... make haste to Vault-Tec HQ. Your friends, your family, your fellow Vault Dwellers... and I... are counting on you. The group began to walk past you once the Vault door fully slid open, revealing yet another metal corridor beyond. But at the end was an illuminated panel next to a metal ladder leading up, no doubt into the bowling alley that this Vault was built under. As Mister Crowley was about to walk past you, you held out the key to his handcuffs to him. Rather than him taking the key, he put the handcuffs that had been placed on him into your hands smiling, and giving you a subtle wink as he continued on, following the group. With Mister Crowley being the final person to step outside and beyond the Vault Door, you nodded to the security guard at the door panel who repeated his previous actions, causing the door to begin to slowly close. The Overseer: And may the Star Spirits, wherever they may have gone... have pity on your wayward souls, and mercy on mine, for likely condemning you all to a quick death. Vault 9 closed shut once again, as if it had never opened at all. Its interior, missing a handful of inhabitants that would likely go on to influence the Wasteland that awaited them in ways they could not yet fathom. Edited by Atticus, Oct 27 2015, 03:30 AM.
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| Atticus | Oct 27 2015, 04:35 AM Post #3 |
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The Group Location: Vault 9 Door (exterior) Music: ____ Mister Crowley walked ahead of the others, a wild anticipation in his eyes as he looked at the panel that would likely open the way to the bowling alley. Finally, finally he would see the outside world and see what it had to offer. He could almost feel the eyes of every other Vault Dweller upon him. He stopped, turned around, and looked at them, and indeed, they were all basically staring at him as they walked. Mister Crowley: It feels like there's still an... issue, that hasn't been brought up. Am I wrong in assuming that? McGregor: Your skills may in fact be useful to us, that's true, but the origin of those skills likely mean that there's at least a chance of you stabbing us in the back the moment you decide to do so. Mister Crowley: What could I gain in doing so? Even if I have... skilled hands, when it comes to thievery and stealth, I'm not exactly the best fighter. I would be much safer with a group than on my own... even if it means if I have to sacrifice... taking all of the profits for our various ventures, or doing things strictly my way. Trust me, I will leave things to be decided by you all. If you want my advice, I'll gladly give it to you, and while I may voice my opinion from time to time... I have no desires to endanger the fragile friendship between us. While it's natural, perhaps even wise, to distrust me... you heard the sound of that Vault door shutting just as I did. We're in this together now, no turning back. Yarona: Those words are rather ominous, despite your cheerful tone. Skips: I could hardly object to you coming along with us given my own past, but you... you're more than just some member of the Family or some common Vault thug. Fausto: He's not that great. Mister Crowley: Fellows, and ladies, where applicable, we are so close to being free, to seeing the sun for the very first time in our lives. Yet you allow yourselves to be distracted from the bigger picture. You cannot honestly so quickly distrust me. You have to at least give me a chance. After all, I'm still practically a stranger to you. Trust me, you may be skeptical now, but give me time, and I'll show you that I'm the best possible guide the Overseer could have chosen. For now, anyone in the mood for a game of bowling? Mister Crowley continued on to the illuminated panel, and in a few seconds, there was the sound of the secret floor panel above the ladder sliding open. He was the first up the ladder, and the rest of the group, still reluctant or perhaps fearful of the world above, followed Mister Crowley for better or for worse. The Group Location: Goldbob Lanes (interior) Music: ____ McGregor was the second one up the ladder, so he was the first to enter the supply closet of Goldbob Lanes after Mister Crowley. The interior was mostly dark, with only the light from everyone's Pep-Boy screens slightly illuminating their surroundings. Mister Crowley was crouching on the side of the door that likely led to the rest of the bowling alley. McGregor: What are you doing? Mister Crowley: Shush. All of you. We aren't the only things here. By this point of time, the rest of the group had finished climbing up the ladder and were now in the somewhat moderately large supply closet. Mister Crowley suddenly looked back towards where the hidden entrance to the corridor that led to Vault 9 had been, felt the walls by it, and then suddenly pushed in a strange portion of the wall. Almost immediately, the floor panel that had previously been covering the ladder returned. Mister Crowley: If what's about to happen next goes badly, at the very least, whatever it is won't find the Vault. Koopz: What IS about to happen next? Very suddenly, an arm of exposed and stinking skinless flesh smashed through the locked closet door. Then, another impact happened as the head of the creature smashed into the door. The horrible thing looked like a toad, but all of its flesh was missing, and its eyes looked dead and empty. Mister Crowley calmly walked towards the creature, and with one hand grabbed the creature's arm that had gone through the door, and with the other, implanted his switchblade right into the creature's face a few good times, and then pulled it free from the mess of the dead creature. It fell backwards, and landed with a satisfying thud. Mister Crowley looked out of the hole the creature had created with its head, and a look of disappointment dawned on his face. Mister Crowley: I hope you're all ready to get your hands dirty. There's quite a few of them out there. This door was locked, but I could get it open in a second if you want me to. That is, if you wish to rush out and meet them on guns blazing or maybe something a bit stealthier... or, you may want to take a couple of shots at them through these holes... but judging from what one did to the door, I don't think that tactic is going to last very long. Your choice, friends of mine... Mister Crowley stepped away from the door allowing the rest of the group to look out at the rest of the bowling alley. In the time before the bombs, it would have been a pretty nice deluxe bowling alley. But now, it was just another dilapidated set of ruins. Down the various lanes, at the end of some, a couple of pins still remained, some long toppled over and a few still remaining upright. Walking and prowling down the various lanes, were creatures just like the one that Mister Crowley killed. They had not all been Toads, but they looked about as worse for wear. These things had once been people, but now... they were mindless and bloodthirsty creations twisted by radiation. Calen: It's not every day you get to see corpses walking around... Mister Crowley: Something tells me that it's a common thing up here. McGregor: That doesn't make me much optimistic about this expedition. COMBAT! THINGY PARTY STATUS THINGY |
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