Jack the Ripper

Main Gate

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Main Gate

Heavily fortified and defended, the main gate acts as a strongpoint for anyone wishing to enter or leave the camp. There are two gates that separate the inside of the scrapyard from the outside world, an outer and inner gate. The space in between is used for routine searches of anything being brought into the camp, ensuring crates of goods are not rigged with explosives, or that anyone is trying to sneak into the camp underneath a caravan cart, etc. This design also ensures that anyone attempting to attack the camp are funneled into a choke point, where they can be easily cut down with machine gun fire from the fortified guard posts and snipers atop the wall.

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After the mangy young girl's hunt, Feral hunched her shoulders as she walked up to the main gate, holding up her bloody bag full of mole rat meat, hides and teeth, shouting for permission to enter in her minimalist manner to the guards on the wall as she routinely did, "Meat!.. Good!.. In?"

Edited by T. A. Murrow

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One of the guards, a weathered old man named Frank, peered down at Feral through the lens of his motorcycle goggles, before looking back over at the one manning the gate controls.

"Eh, the little hunter is back. Open 'er up!" He called, waving the all-clear with one hand, whilst holding his scoped .308 with the other. The doors creaked and rumbled as the motor generator sprang to life, the mechanism it powered slowly opening the outer gate. Feral was allowed in through the strong-point, the guards giving her a brief glance before opening the inner gate. It was usually only strangers, caravans or groups with heavy loads that were processed properly at the strong-point, and as such, the young girl was allowed through without too much trouble.

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The machine guns are aimed at the stranger, several Raiders now standing atop the wall, waiting to see what will happen next. Frank looks down at the man with interest and curiosity, wondering how he managed to capture the recruit on his knees. It wasn't long until his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of gears moving, as the doors started to open slowly. He looked down as three Raiders walked outside to greet their guest.

Two trailed behind on either side, both with automatic rifles in their hands, stern looks on their faces, as their leader lead the way forward. A hulking man in jet black power armor stomped towards the stranger and his hostage, his hands free, his face hidden behind a lifeless, cold, steel mask. Empty black eye sockets stared at the stranger as he comes to a halt in front of them, easily towering a foot over the mans height. The hostage on his knees would shudder as the ground trembled at Jacks approach.

Jack regarded them both coldly for a moment, before addressing the stranger in a deep, controlled voice, his voice echoing from the steel walls of his mask, and radiating between the two.

"A man brings a breathing corpse to my front gate as a gift, and I am left to wonder.... what does he expect to receive in return?.... Or am I staring here and now, at two breathing corpses."

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If Yetti were to tell anyone that he WASN’T intimidated by some huge hunk of metal and death staring down at him, he would be telling the biggest lie since Ted Cruz said…well anything really. In all reality, Yetti almost internally shit himself at the sight of the Power Armor. He had never seen any of it’ kind, outside of his home Vault, where one of the guards owned only a Power Armor frame. This however, was far different. He could deal with Raiders, hell, he would probably pick a Deathclaw over this...thing, but no matter how fearful he was in that instance, he cleared his throat, reared his head up at what he would assume was Death, and, as boldly as he could, stated with confidence. “I heard your group was tougher than nails, actually had some hope going for you. This corpse-” He points to himself, then to the man on his knees; “killed off four out of the six corpses you sent out on a mission to get you that Fusion Core. Figured I would either come over here to kill off the rest of the camp if it were just a boy scouts pillow fort, or sign up if it were actually able to survive some big bad wolf.” He looks around the gate, the large number of men armed to the teeth, and seemingly well fed. “And this sure as sh*t is not a boy some irrelevant speck in the Wastes. So, my initiation, is this. I blow this man’s head off, and give you your Fusion Core, after you get me a drink, or two, and a spot in your roster. Now of course, you could just kill me and be done with it. But, why would want you want to pass up two pieces of that Nuclear powered gold.” He looks the leader in the eyes, with a victorious smirk. Then looks down to the scum at his knees. “As for this man, who insults your entire faction. I can either decapitate him by shotgun, or leave him to you.” He pulls back on the trigger slowly, to the point where a single twitch would surely fire, but he waited from the command of his (hopefully) new leader. Internally, he was trying not to throw a party, but externally, it almost looked like he felt he had won. Of course, the initiate at his knees was begging to be freed, sobbing like a pathetic child.

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Jack regarded the man before him silently as he spoke, his expression hidden behind the cold steel and empty black sockets. However, the expressions and reactions of his guards seemed to give enough away. They seemed shocked, amused, and somewhat frightened at the same time at how this outsider was addressing a leader that they themselves feared above all else. From his perch, Frank knew something was about to go down, that someone was about to die. Who and how though, he wasn't yet sure of....

Eventually Jack spoke, and when he didn't there was a tone of warning to his voice. "You kill my men, walk across a minefield to my front gates with the sole survivor as a hostage, knock on the door and expect to be welcomed into our ranks? You're either incredibly stupid, have a pair of steel nuts, or have a legitimate deathwish. One thing is for sure though: You're arrogant. And arrogance, while respected when EARNED, is something I cannot stand."

*He draws a sawed-off lever action shotgun from a hostler at his metal thigh, and without even looking, shoots the whimpering raider dead without skipping a beat. He holds his weapon down at his side as he stares down at the man.*

"Do you expect me to be impressed that you brought me one, weak, and pathetic head as payment for initiation? Do you think you stand on any ground to dictate WHAT constitutes as initiation here? Hm. Perhaps we'll have to find out if your word is worth it's weight in ability." He looks back at one of the raiders behind him. "Drag THAT to the Deathclaw pens." He ordered, gesturing at the corpse with his shotgun. "The fresh meat will do them some good."

He looked back at the stranger. "As for you. The only reason I'm not throwing you in there as well, is because you DID manage to kill a team of my men, evidently on your own. You must be worth something, and you OWE me something for their lives and potential wasted."

He looked back through the open gates to where Feral stood watching. "Girl!" He barked, raising his voice enough so that the girl could hear. "Remove the weapons from this one, and escort him one of the Pit's holding cells. Keep him company until necessary arrangements are made for his.... initiation." He looked back at the man as he said the last word, almost mockingly. The raiders in the surrounding area chuckled a little, evidently interested at the prospect of a good fight.... or a good death.

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As Scourge Raiders go, Feral was shorter than the vast majority of them, so she was jumping up and down trying to get a peek of the exchange between Jack and the Stranger over the shoulders of the other Raiders crowded around the Gate. So it was with shock when she realized that Jack was calling to her to guard the Stranger after taking his weapons and escorting him to the Pit's holding cages. The skinny thirteen year old girl resisted the urge to point to herself and ask Jack, "Me?" but instead pushed her way through the crowd and expertly but silently pointed to the stranger's weapons, even the ones he had cleverly hidden on his body, then held her arms outstretched for him to hand them to her.

Agility and perception were the young girl's specialties, and Feral was proud of her abilities in both although she didn't flaunt them. She didn't expect the Stranger to put up a fight but respected him because of his grand entrance. If he wanted to resist and get hie death wish over quickly in a hail of bullets rather than slowly in the Pit, she wasn't going to deny him. It's what she would have done rather than give up her precious pump shotgun, the machete sheathed on her back, or even the Bowie knife strapped to her thin leg.

Her skinny arms still outstretched to the Stranger, the dingy pretty young girl with doe-like eyes and long matted dark brown hair was dressed in a mishmash of leather and spiky metal armor with black boots made of yao guai bear fur.  With an impassive dirty face, Feral appeared to wait patiently although her small left foot tapped showing she was anything but. However the one overwhelming effect of her stance was that of a total lack of fear of him or Jack, although whether that was because she was incapable of fear, a good facade, or just didn't care what happened to her was unclear to the man.

 

Edited by T. A. Murrow

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The swift motion of the Raider leader went unnoticed, as he was looking the man in the face, but the thunderous gunshot coming from nowhere did surprise him quite a bit, enough to make him jolt to the side to avoid the spread of shotgun pellets entering his hostage’s face. The body slumped to the ground, the face nearly unrecognizable, and now he was left with the Raider leader, at his mercy. His composure faltered as he went on about arrogance, and just how lucky he was, but towards the end he stood straight and looks at the bodies after he finished speaking about their worth, then back up in surprise once he sees the repulsive creature plant itself in front of him with outstretched arms, and an impatient attitude. At first, his impulse was to be repulsed the thing before him, until upon further speculation, he discovered it were a child under the cuts, and accumulation of potentially years of unwashed filth and muck, and upon this discovery, he soon felt a pang of pity pulling at his subconscious. Figuring he didn’t have much of a choice between complying and suffering the same fate as the other Raider, he decided to go with the option that would end in the odds of him getting his insides painted across the wall like an abstract Picasso painting by a Deathclaw less likely. Without argument, but much hesitation, he pulled handed the shotgun, his Combat Rifle, a 10mm standard issue pistol, and a serrated bowie knife from hidden pockets under his spike armor and hooded rags. He then reached his hands up to his face to pull his gas mask off, revealing soft, dark curly hair matted with sweat and dust, stressed, baggy eyes plagued by exhaustion. It was clear he was fighting off sleep with adrenaline and the intense need to survive. Underneath his groggy eyes, was a black cloth half mask that covered the lower half of his face, as well as the other half of the long scar trailing down from the right side of his forehead, to his left cheek. He clips the gas mask onto one of the harnesses his guns were held onto, having the mask hang at his side, then looks down at the young girl in front of him. “Well, you have my weapons. What’s next, kiddo?” He asks the girl while wiping sweat off of his brow. His voice was low, and husky, fitting for his large size and gruff appearance. “I’ll see my babies again, right?” He asks, referring to his weapons, pointing to them in her hands.

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Feral shrugged noncommittally at the Stranger's question then clarified in her minimalist manner, "If you survive."

The young girl turned on her heel gesturing for him to follow with one small hand without looking back.  Just inside the front gate were a series of lockers like those in a High School hallway or exercise gym's changing room before the war with individual keyed Master locks. Any visitors not known to the Scourge would have their weapons taken and locked in these lockers or be forbade entrance to their junkyard fortress. Feral dutifully unlocked one of the lockers making sure the Stranger could see her putting each of his weapons in it then locking them in the locker for safekeeping.

Feral pulled a string necklace from out of her leather tunic that had an old Nuka Cola key chain attached where she fastened the locker key before dropping it into the front of her tunic. She gestured again with the thin forefinger of one hand for him to follow as she led him to the Pit. *

 

* Continued in The Pit thread.

 

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Mackenzie will be traveling with the others and come to the gate and just look at all the guards and let the collector do the talking he says “let us in pit cargo coming in” and with that they are all let into the camp.

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Considering how long it took to travel hauling the capture cages to where the Radscorpions were, the trip back unencumbered was quick and uneventful. Feral traveled in silence with her two companions, all deep in thought. At the Main Gate, she waved to Frank as Mackenzie talked to the other guards, then once in the camp made a beeline for the throne room to find Jack.

 

(// OOC: Continued in Throne Room)

Edited by T. A. Murrow

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Mackenzie will follow Feral taking off his Gas mask and running his hand through his orange thick hair and put his mask in his shiny gold and pink butercup backpack as he is following Feral.

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At the front gate, Feral sat on her haunches waiting for orders as she already had prepared what she was taking with her in the barracks. She waves to Frank on top of the wall but is silent otherwise. Still, when Riot arrives, the preteen would stare daggers at her - in other words, if looks could kill, Riot would have gone through nine lives!

Edited by T. A. Murrow

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Mackenzie will arrive right behind Feral and when he sees Feral stare daggers at Riot he will say to Feral “ooooiiiii what are you doing missy? I hope you do see it wasn’t actually Riots fault rrrriiiiigggghhhttt? Actually she left because me and Yetti were talking about... wild stuff, so it was actually the guys faults so she is innocent.

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When Yetti arrived at the gate, he made sure he got some spare magazines and shells for the assault, mostly for his pistol and shotgun. He swapped out his old air filter for a new one. He adjusts his weapons, making sure they are fully loaded and ready for combat, and stretches his legs out. He looks down at Feral, staring Riot down with malicious intent, and scolds the girl, "What's your issue with her, kid?" He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, waiting for her response before Riot arrived.

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Mackenzie will say to Yetti “oi she has no problem its just, girls being girls, you know kinda like Guys punch eachother girls stare at eachother.

Mackenzie will try his best to keep a straight face while defending Feral.

Edited by Mackenzie

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Feral stands up but still looking up at Yetti with angry brown eyes saying in a truly astonished tone, "Pack leader replaced me? With her? BAH!"

Then the preteen Raider pulled her machete before sitting back down on her haunches, stabbing the soil in front or her over and over again.

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"Pack leader?" He asks, confused. "Thought that was just for that one mission?" He then shrugs, and rolls his eyes. "We didn't replace anything, kid. You should already know that a hunter like you is irreplaceable." He looks at her and shakes his head. "Cheer up, emotions won't do you any good. Besides, what if I die? Then you get stuck with missing me."

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Feral looks up at Yetti pausing in her task of killing the soil at her feet then just grunts before concentrating on that task again.

Still if one looks closely, they can see a slight smile on her dirty face as she cherishes the compliment from her pack leader.

Edited by T. A. Murrow

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He didn't notice the smile on her face, because after he said his statements he turned his head from her and looked out at the Wastes, he figured he would just let it slide when she ignored him, and instead focused on thinking about the upcoming assault. He looks over at Riot as she approached and asks, "You ever fight in an op like this?" He looked at the equipment she brought and figured she would likely hold the rule of support, while he and Mack went full force, and Feral went in stealthy, or hung back, or just does whatever she usually does.

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Sledge walks up and leans in to the group, muttering in an undertone.

"Might want to cut the crap before you piss him off...." He motions towards where Jack is standing, talking with Charon. The other man is wearing an thick and armored iron vest and welding mask, making his limbs look disproportionate in comparison. In his hands he carries a heavy duty flamer that appears to be seriously modified. His arms and legs are covered in a thick, fireproof material clothing, and his hands are covered with gloves. Next to Jacks hulking form he doesn't appear much, but he holds a certain air of menace to him.

Jack turned and looks over the squad in front of him.

"Sledge, you're in charge of seeing this lot to the appropriate attack position, then report back to the location we discussed. Charon and I will move ahead and begin cover fire once we're in position."

Sledge nodded and motioned for the pack to follow him, leading them off into the wastes and to the South.

(//OOC: Move follow up posts to Beyond the Wall.)

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As they got to the gate, Feral waved vigorously at Frank on the wall jumping up and down in her excitement. The door speedily opened not because of anything the preteen Raider did but because of the black power armored figure next to her. Once opened, they quickly moved through the gate and the gathering throng of Scourge Raiders. Amid hushed whispers of "Jack's back," the group headed towards the Throne Room. There in the Throne Room, Jack and Sledge remained behind as the rest of them escorted the prisoner to the Red Corner.

 

((// OOC: On to the Red Corner.))

Edited by T. A. Murrow

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Feral hurried through the Throne Room after her labors in the Red Corner as she had twice a day for the last two months, only pausing to nod in recognition to Sledge if he was present. The preteen Raider was very aware that she was not part of Jack's and the Scourge's high echelon so she limited her invasion of their space to a minimum. However, if Jack was there, she would bow her head as she went by for she still truly believed he was something greater than human and worshiped him in her own odd way. Feral didn't keep a shrine to him or say nightly prayers before bed to Jack, but every time she saw him or heard his voice her heart would flutter and her soul would soar - at least that's how she described her feelings towards Jack to her friends even more so since he broke her arm in punishment!

As Feral left the throne room, she heard a commotion at the Front Gate and stopped to see the newest stranger to come through. The skinny preteen raider dressed in leathers with the cast on her arm and mussy long brown hair looked at him impassively with doe-like brown eyes noting that there was something different about him compared to the many strangers arriving to join the Scourge of late other than his strange outfit and his tattoos. She pursed her thin lips and her eyes narrowed as she tried to figure what it was, then a wicked grin crossed her dirty cherubic face as Feral figured out what it was -  an undeniable swagger as he walked into the Scourge stronghold as if he owned it.

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Lucky dragged in the head of the albino deathclaw he had chased for months a small voice inside his head told him to stay cool and not draw attention...but the voice was too small...lucky spoke in a loud voice...

"Good looking outfit you got here...a little BDSM but I can dig it..."

luckys eyes looked out to the people all around when he noticed a young girl...badly hurt...he was about to reach out to help the girl when his emotions swiftly changed...the look of pity he had on his face was instantly replaced with the stone cold look of grim...grim spoke with almost a different cadence a deep sound in his voice....

"So....what's next?" 

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