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Re: Fallout New Vegas: Brave New World (Queen, Natalija & Trill)
« Reply #75 on: November 02, 2017, 01:37:24 PM »
Days passed. Jean-Marc, Betsy and Maya remained prisoners of the La Castrata Gang; the soldier and the vault dwellers receiving intermittent sexual abuse from the gang. Saul had been particularly vicious with Betsy; he had smacked her around and snarled threats of mutilation, ranting about the now bandaged wound on the side of his head. Betsy, for her part, simply lay still as a statue, not responding to him in any way. Maya cried herself to sleep each night after each day of rape and torture at the hands of Catalina, the Protectron and her men. Fixer seemed true to her word, even the part about adopting Jean-Marc as a pet; she had even taken to sleeping with him in full view of Maya and Betsy. He let her do it, party because he felt sympathy for her, and partly as a means of staying on her good side and inducing her to keep up her end of the bargain.

It was almost a week before Catalina was ready to walk again. One particularly bright, hot morning, Catalina barged in on Fixer spooning with the Overseer and announced her departure. They were moving their stock of slaves to market, and would be back in a few days. The lack of response from the NCR or Vault 43 to the loss of the rescue party meant that the gang were feeling comfortable about leaving the ranch for a while. Part of the stock were being taken to Red Rock Canyon to be given to the Khans, including Betsy. The vault-dwellers tensed when they heard that bit of news. They realized, though, that there was nothing they could do to help Betsy; their priority was getting their supplies and escorting Fixer to the vault before Catalina had time to prepare.

Catalina unlocked Betsy form her bed and Fixer and Saul dragged her outside to prepare her for transport. After a couple of hours, Fixer came back and tossed some clothes and supplies at Jean-Marc and Maya. As they got dressed, she instructed SADIST to cut their chains. While Saul chugged beer and took potshots at radscorpions, Fixer, Jean-Marc, Maya and SADIST escaped into the Mojave, heading straight for Freeside.
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Re: Fallout New Vegas: Brave New World (Queen, Natalija & Trill)
« Reply #76 on: November 03, 2017, 06:35:51 AM »
In the meantime, Catalina and a sizable contingent of 6 other members of her gang, wer on there way to Red Rock canyon. Along vith Betsy, they had 7 more slaves to sell. Not all wuld be sold to the Khans, but Betsy vas marked for them. Ever since Papa Khan learned that she vas captured, he contacted Catalina and let her know he wuld consider it a personal favor, if she wer to prezent the hated 1st Recon member as a tribute to the Khans. Seeing the oportunity to secure a permanent alliance, Catalina akcepted. Not that she culd have sold Betsy aniway, as a normal slave, the soldier woman vas far too willful and unbreakable to ever make a good slave to anyone. But the Khans wanted revenge for Bitter Springs, and anyone from 1st Recon vas at the very top of there shit-list. No doubt they wuld have some... creative... tortures in store for Betsy. And vith all the other meat to sell, all of them a lot more usable as slaves, being broken and obedient, one less sale wuld not hurt her at all.

Despite her-self, Catalina did admire the woman, to a degree. She vas as strong and as rezistant to breaking as herself. Even after all the shit Saul did to her, Betsy stayed strong. If these wer other cirkumstances, she wuld have welcomed someone like that, in her gang. Someone so much like her. But as is was, Betsy was a threat, that had to be eliminated. And securing the Khans' alliance in the process wuld also be a boon, vhen the time wuld finaly come to make a move on that Vault, or if the NCR decided to come after her gang in force.

As they walked, the armed thugs herding the group of slaves in front, the mexican woman steped-up her pace, to come alongsyde Betsy. Glancing at her, she spoke, noncomitally.

"Its nothing personal, you know. Just how shit turned out. If its any conzolation, you and your guys did give me more trouble then most. Nice job. Its just too bad we hapened to be on opozite sides."
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Re: Fallout New Vegas: Brave New World (Queen, Natalija & Trill)
« Reply #77 on: November 03, 2017, 11:49:48 AM »
The quartet trudged through the hot, windy desert wasteland along the ruined highway. According to Jean-Marc's Pip-Boy, it took them 45 minutes to reach the outer settlements surrounding New Vegas, the wind and dust slowing their progress. However, the dust also provided them with some amount of visual cover. If any raiders spotted them, they were dead meat. Only Fixer and SADIST were armed, and lightly at that. Peering through the dust storm, Jean-Marc could make out the lettering on the side of one building: H&H Tools.

"Let's take shelter in here!" he yelled over the howling wind. "It's a miracle we even got this far in this weather!" To make matters worse, the dust was mildly radioactive. The needle on the Pip-Boy's Geiger counter was flickering up and down and the device itself was clicking softly.
"Lead the way!" Fixer yelled.
The front door of H&H Tools burst open to admit three weary humans and one weather beaten robot. They set up camp in the foyer of the abandoned building among piles of ruined books. Jean-Marc jammed the door shut while Fixer doled out Rad-Away and water.

Night fell, and the humans busied themselves by scavenging whatever they could find in the building. Jean-Marc found a few terminal entries and shook his head at the utter paranoia of pre-war corporations.

From: Cindy-Lou Kreb (Human Resources)
To: All Personnel
Subject: SECURITY UPDATE VERY URGENT

Hello fellow H&H employees!

Mr. H has asked me to pass on the details of our new security systems. This is very important, so please read it and confirm via e-mail that you understand the procedures!

1) Automated heavy turrets have been installed in both cubicle areas, the central catwalk, and outside Mr. H's office. YOU MUST HAVE YOUR ID PASS ON YOU at all times, or the turrets will open fire, and we certainly don't want that, do we? :-) Remember, no sudden movements until you hear the "click!" That means the turret has recognized your ID signature and you're safe to pass!

2) Employees must submit at least one of the following on the first payday of each month: one vial of blood, 20 nail clippings (toenail or fingernail is fine, but *NOT* a mix of both), one lock of hair, or a 5 square centimeter skin sample. These samples will be retained for monitoring purposes.

3) Any employee seen to be cohabitating, colluding, or cogitating with any of the following groups will be terminated immediately: foreigners, Masons, carpenters, Tragic players, illegal aliens, extraterrestrials or the Flemish.

4) If you see Mr. H in the halls, DO NOT make eye contact. Making eye contact with Mr. H will be seen as an attempt to steal his thought energy and will be grounds for immediate dismissal. Yes, even if Mr. H is wearing his special hat.

Thank you all for your patience with our little reorganization. Now, get out there and make the best gosh-darn tools in the West!

Cindy-Lou Kreb
H&H Tools Human Resources Department


Then something caught Jean-Marc's eye: propped up against the upper keys below the terminal screen was a folded piece of what looked like paper. He unfolded it to to discover, to his horror, a photograph of Maya. She was clad in her vault suit, but the zipper was pulled partway down to show off her generous cleavage, and her face showed a flirty smile. How in the wasteland did photos of Maya get outside the vault... No. The Overseer could finally connect the dots now. It explained why Catalina was so interested in Maya, despite being offered caps to simply conduct her to Freeside and back. It explained Maya's eagerness to leave the vault on what was a seemingly simply errand.

Maya, the self-styled 'princess' of Vault 43, wasn't satisfied with her gaggle of adoring boys. She was naive enough to think that she could charm the entire Mojave Wasteland into falling at her feet and making her their queen just by showing some skin. And now, multiple people - including elite NCR military personnel - were dead because of her insatiable narcissism. Jean-Marc's face contorted into a snarl and he shoved the terminal off his desk, where it crashed onto the floor and spat sparks.
"What the...?" Maya could be heard saying from out in the foyer.
Jean-Marc fought down the urge to confront her right then and there. That would only disrupt things and give Catalina time to catch up with them.  He would wait until they returned to the vault, then he would deal with the 'princess'. For now, he simply tucked the photograph inside the pocket of his wastelander's clothes and said nothing.

Dawn brought clear weather, and with it their opportunity to continue on to Freeside. Fixer guided them to the main gate of Freeside, where they entered what was mostly blasted ruins. Proceeding through the streets, though, the vault-dwellers were shown the Atomic Wrangler Casino, the Silver Rush weapons dealership, and tucked away on the far side was a shop called Mick and Ralph's. It was at Mick and Ralph's, Fixer claimed, where they would be most likely to find the parts they needed.
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"CONCORD are the space cops. If you attack someone in a high-security solar system, CONCORD will commit police brutality." - Encyclopedia Dramatica

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Re: Fallout New Vegas: Brave New World (Queen, Natalija & Trill)
« Reply #78 on: November 03, 2017, 07:57:05 PM »
But they also hapened to catch some un-wanted atention... a pair of Kings, talking near the street corner.

"Hey look... aint that one of Cat's gang? Vhats her name.... Fixer? HEY, GIRL! Long time no see! Hows the boss?" the leather-clad greaser called out, a wide smile on his face.

During her preliminery scouting and information exkursions to Freeside, Catalina did take a number of her people along, diferent ones each time. And Fixer vas one of them. The girl scowled...

"Shit... I told you coming here thru the West entrance vas a bad idea, we shuld have circled around south to avoid the Kings' turf and entered by way of South entrance, next to Gun Runners' shop... too many people around that Catalina's dealed with. And my face is known too." she mutered in Jean-Marc's ear. But there vas no geting out of it now, the two gangers wer aproaching, stil smiling.

"Hows it going, Fixer? Taking your robot out for a walk? Bit of a long way from the camp tho... you escorting this batch of meat or something?" he asked, his voice a litle confused. It vasnt like Catalina, from vhat the Kings known, to send just one of her people, especialy not her mechanic, on a slave-peddling mission vith no backup.

"Ammm... yea. See, Cat sent me ahead vith these slaves, we got jumped by some Fiends on the way in, so she and the guys stayed behind to keep them busy and give me and the slaves time to get in here. No sense leting the merchandise get killed right? No caps for us... She and the rest of the guys wil be along soon I hope." Fixer rushed. 

"Damn... nasty. Not often those psychos crawl this close to Freeside." the man drawled, then smiled... "Wel, no worrys, if they poke there face in here, the Kings wil blow it off. Want to wait at the School for your boss? And we can help you keep a eye on these slaves. That girl there, the tight one... I think the King may want a piece of that actualy. Pay you good caps too." he added, eyeing Maya.

"Wel, you'd... have to check with... the boss vhen she gets here. I... think she is ment for Gommorah, actualy." Fixer replyed, trying to keep inventing. The king just nodded.

"Makes sense... a piece of ass like that wuld go a long way to making there stable of whores that much more enticing. Stil, I bet the King can outbid them, if he maked Cat a offer... we'l see, right? Aniway, come on! You can relax at the crib, get a bite to eat, and watch the show! Some of our guys shuld be giving a King's performance, any time now!" he grinned, motioning Fixer and the rest to folow him.

From the way the other King taken up pozition behind the group, it looked more then a simple invitation. And there wer more Kings on the streets, watching. Fixer culdnt shake the feeling that her litle explanation didnt realy convince them.

"I cant wait!" she forced a smile at the talking King, then maked a show of ordering Sadist: "Ok, get them moving!" to vhich the robot replyed in the affirmative, and shoved Jean-Marc hard forvard.

***

By this time of corse, the situation at the camp vas unraveling. Saul, discovering that the slaves have escaped, including the grand prize, Maya, vas furious. Mostly at him-self, for leting it happen and not paying atention. But he vas also determined to get them back, before Catalina found out. He sent out his few remaining men at the camp in all directions, to scour the sands around the camp for tracks. Since no sandstorms wer going that week, they found them soon enogh, leading south-east tovard New vegas. Four set of tracks, one of them more round and flatened, and deeper... Sadist's metal paws.

"Fuck my life... if they get to the NCR, we'r fucked!" Saul growled, once he vas informed. He wasted no time in organizing a pursuit party; him and 4 other guys. This only left 2 slavers at the camp, watching the remaining slaves and keeping the camp safe, since Catalina's party also numbered a half-dozen people.

At twilight, about the same time as Jean-Marc and the rest reached Freeside, they moved out in pursuit. Not hindered by Sadist's akward slow movement, they maked about twice the speed.
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