Post by Matoal on Feb 20, 2016 20:10:36 GMT
(An RP for me, Major, and EE. Intro taken from Fallout, 3 and New Vegas)
War. War never changes.
Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage.
The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower.
But war never changes.
In the 21st century, war was still waged over the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons: Petroleum and Uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the US would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth would dissolve into quarreling, bickering nation-states, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth.
In 2077, the storm of world war had come again. In two brief hours, most of the planet was reduced to cinders. And from the ashes of nuclear devastation, a new civilization would struggle to arise.
But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war never changes.
In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters, known as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them.
When they opened, their inhabitants set out across ruins of the old world to build new societies, establish new villages, forming tribes.
As decades passed, what had been the American southwest united beneath the flag of the New California Republic, dedicated to old-world values of democracy and the rule of law. As the Republic grew, so did its needs. Scouts spread east, seeking territory and wealth, in the dry and merciless expanse of the Mojave Desert. They returned with tales of a city untouched by the warheads that had scorched the rest of the world, and a great wall spanning the Colorado River.
The NCR mobilized its army and sent it east to occupy the Hoover Dam, and restore it to working condition. But across the Colorado, another society had arisen under a different flag. A vast army of slaves, forged in the conquest of 86 tribes: Caesar's Legion.
Vault 102 (Mojave Wasteland, Nevada)
December 2, 2283
8:00 AM
The Overseer smiled at the two in front of him. They had just finished their Generalized Occupational Aptitude Test and would be receiving their jobs. Along with their Pip Boys. He held out a clipboard to each of them. "Okay, you two. You both passed your GOAT. Now I just need you two to fill out this form. Nothing big. Just a little something about yourself and the job that you were assigned."
--
Name: Jess Singer
Age:26
Ethnicity: Hispanic
Occupation: Courier
S 7
P 6
E 6
C 8
I 9
A 10
L 10
Jess was panting as he walked across the Mojave dessert in search of shelter from the blazing sun. He had been in such a rush running away from a Deathclaw that had entered his camp, he had left most of his food and water behind. The only things he managed to save were his weapons. A custom built Anti Material Rifle, a gold plated revolver, a plasma rifle, and a hunting knife. "Damn. I should have taken my power armor with me."
War. War never changes.
Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage.
The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower.
But war never changes.
In the 21st century, war was still waged over the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons: Petroleum and Uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the US would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth would dissolve into quarreling, bickering nation-states, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth.
In 2077, the storm of world war had come again. In two brief hours, most of the planet was reduced to cinders. And from the ashes of nuclear devastation, a new civilization would struggle to arise.
But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war never changes.
In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters, known as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them.
When they opened, their inhabitants set out across ruins of the old world to build new societies, establish new villages, forming tribes.
As decades passed, what had been the American southwest united beneath the flag of the New California Republic, dedicated to old-world values of democracy and the rule of law. As the Republic grew, so did its needs. Scouts spread east, seeking territory and wealth, in the dry and merciless expanse of the Mojave Desert. They returned with tales of a city untouched by the warheads that had scorched the rest of the world, and a great wall spanning the Colorado River.
The NCR mobilized its army and sent it east to occupy the Hoover Dam, and restore it to working condition. But across the Colorado, another society had arisen under a different flag. A vast army of slaves, forged in the conquest of 86 tribes: Caesar's Legion.
Vault 102 (Mojave Wasteland, Nevada)
December 2, 2283
8:00 AM
The Overseer smiled at the two in front of him. They had just finished their Generalized Occupational Aptitude Test and would be receiving their jobs. Along with their Pip Boys. He held out a clipboard to each of them. "Okay, you two. You both passed your GOAT. Now I just need you two to fill out this form. Nothing big. Just a little something about yourself and the job that you were assigned."
--
Name: Jess Singer
Age:26
Ethnicity: Hispanic
Occupation: Courier
S 7
P 6
E 6
C 8
I 9
A 10
L 10
Jess was panting as he walked across the Mojave dessert in search of shelter from the blazing sun. He had been in such a rush running away from a Deathclaw that had entered his camp, he had left most of his food and water behind. The only things he managed to save were his weapons. A custom built Anti Material Rifle, a gold plated revolver, a plasma rifle, and a hunting knife. "Damn. I should have taken my power armor with me."