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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/28/2016 2:39:03 AM
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"I'd prefer to get through this quickly and carefully. Can you keep you and me invisible for the entire time we're here?"
[i]I was actually somewhat excited about this. Not because I had new toys to play around with, or the fact that as usual, I was killing people; this was a moment where I could prove myself to Grant, that I should be forgiven.[/i]
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"Yeah. Stealth Boys last for a solid five minutes each. We can kill these guys fast. Just a few recruits. You ready?" [b]I pull out my Bowie knife, got it from a marked man. Bloodknap was the blade's name. I twirled it around.[/b]
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[i]As the man drew his knife, my gloved hand drew a favorite of mine; a slightly curved katana, with a decorated stone hilt with leather wrapped around it, while the blade itself was sharpened yet thick. The Chikage, a weapon made for cleaving through flesh with ease.[/i] "Ready. Let's get going.."
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[b]I sprint up to the campfire, and then drop. There's a Legionnaire standing there, and another one near him. I wait for Irina to get up here, my knife at the ready.[/b]
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[i]I wasn't used to being invisible, or being with things or people that were invisible. But I could tell where Grant was going. I took position right behind one of the Legionnaires, and I prepared to lunge at him with quite a murderous intent.[/i]
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[b]I reach up, grabbing the Legionnaire by the mouth, and shove the blade into his back. A muffled scream rings out, but the others don't realize it. I drag the corpse away.[/b]
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[i]In my invisible state, I sprinted towards the Legionnaire nearby the one Grant had just killed (there was a secondary one, I checked, lol), and due to some experience in assassinations and I guess one could say running, my footsteps were muffled and kept quiet. I immediately raised my Chikage and slashed straight at the soldier's neck, in a rather vicious attempt to decapitate him.[/i]
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[b]I smiled as the Recruit's head sailed into the air, separate from his body. A fountain of crimson coming from his neck. I then stopped smiling when I caught a .308 Armor Piercing bullet to the chest. In fact, it actually didn't enter in my chest. It entered in my back. Went out my chest. I fell forwards, and felt the barrel of a gun press against my helmet. It was a Centurion. Those guys might've been a little more perceptive than I have them credit for. I guess this was Irina's time to return the favor.[/b]
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[i]In an instant, I turned to see the Ranger fall to the ground, the barrel slamming into his head. For once, I felt...angry. Almost furious. I was ready to kill, at the sight of Grant falling..it was odd.[/i] [i]In an instant, I drew my Evelyn and fired straight towards the weapon, in an attempt to disable it with a round ball the size of a .44 Mag and fired with the force of a 500 Magnum. I then immediately charged, becoming a blur as I swung at the Legionnaire's head.[/i]
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[b]I felt the shrapnel of what remained of the gun dig into my armor. I also felt the splash of hot blood go all over my chest and head. I couldn't see out of my right eye from the blood, but it wasn't hard to guess she cleaved the guy's head in half. I slowly sat up, and slid my helmet off. We took out the Legion, but there was the small problem of the hole in my chest.[/b] "Gonna... Need somethin... To heal me... Outta... Stims..." [b]I coughed up a small amount of blood, and looked up at Irina. Must've looked pathetic. My blue eyes like a puppy dog's. Black hair caked in blood.[/b]
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"...Fücking hell, Grant. Fine, hold on.." [i]I sighed in some despair, mostly because I wasn't exactly a medic. Hell, I wasn't a medic at all, though I did manage to save Ghiaccio. And even then, that was with.. [/i] [i]Shit. Only thing that I had that could actually help Grant? A blood vial, containing my blood. A Vileblood's...well, blood.[/i] "...Okay. I need to know if you're fine with something."
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"Uh... I was going to suggest to look in my pockets... I just can't really reach 'em... Can't really lean to get it either. I always come prepared." [b]I wince, another sharp pain. I'd been down this road before. One where I'd been shot and needed help. This wasn't as bad, though. Last time I needed and entire new back. Well, everything but the spine.[/b]
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"Thank the lord, that's so much better than what I was going to do. Ah, hold on..." [i]My previously plan was to make Grant drink my blood within a vial, which would both repair his wound and...well, make him a Vileblood. But this was...much better.[/i] [i]I began to search Grant's body, checking for anything medical; stitches, bandages...something.[/i]
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[b]As she reached into my pockets, I felt her grab the healing powder out of my left coat pocket, and my bottles of bitter drink from my right. Stuff worked miracles, healing wounds up pretty quick.[/b] "Ah, see that stuff in the little sacks? Rub it in the wound. Give me the stuff in bottles." [b]I reach up to my dog tag, and bring it to my mouth. I bite down on it. This would hurt.[/b]
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"Okay, okay. That doesn't seem too difficult.." [i]I sighed as I carefully followed Grant's instructions, mostly because I was determined to actually help him. It would give me a better reputation, and plus, I did somewhat respect Grant. I didn't care for him too much...but I wasn't going to just let him die. He did save me from the mine, too..[/i]
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[b]Yeah, it hurt like every layer of hell combined. I bit down hard on my dog tag chain, I almost cracked one of my teeth. Felt like someone was rubbing salt in the wound, really. Through all the pain, however, my flesh began to mend. Muscles connecting, my lung repairing. I let go all of my chomp on the chain, and chugged one of the bottles. It sped up the process. The powder made me feel dizzy, but that was better than being dead. I look back up at Irina.[/b] "Thanks. Means a lot." [b]I got up, and slid my helmet back on.[/b] "Now, I've got a proposition for you, if you're willing to listen."
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[i]It made me slightly happier, seeing Grant better. I felt like I had actually done something to help another being out, something that I hadn't done in years. The healing process didn't disgust me too much, either. I'd have to get my hands on that stuff..[/i] [i]But right now wasn't the time.[/i] "...A proposition? ...I'm listening.."
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Edited by Dain Is Fren: 10/31/2016 12:46:31 AM"Now, the NCR wants to give you a pardon, right? I see that as a wasted opportunity. I want to put ya on the damn payroll. The brass won't like it, but let's face it. The NCR is dying, but I don't want it going out with a whimper. I'm getting as many people as I can, establishing a new NCR base. Seeing as you know what we're up against, I figured you'd be a prime candidate. That, and you're almost as badass as any Ranger. Irina, I'm offering you a position in the NCR."
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"...You're...You're asking me to join the NCR? I...W-Well.." [i]I didn't know how to react. How should I have reacted? A job opportunity...from a man that I somewhat trusted. This was a chance to start over; to forget the terrible past and start anew, with a new life, new allies...a new purpose.[/i] "...I...I accept. Thank you. You don't know...how much it means for you to do this."
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"Welcome to the team, Private. I'll see to it that the people back and Shady Sands know I have a replacement now. Good to have you. Come on. Let's head back. I have to give you the standard issue NCR gear." [b]I was smiling behind my helmet, wide. It was good to have a new recruit.[/b]
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"Standard issue gear...sounds wonderful." [i]I was quite excited about the opportunity, to be honest. I had gone quite far in the past few months. From a wanted mass murdering fiend to...a good person? I had grown soft, but...it felt good, to have allies. I'd follow Grant, see what was about to happen next.[/i]
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[b]We walked back into the woods, and went through them without problem. We reached the Dojo, and walked to my room. I opened the door, and went in, expecting Irina to follow suit. She'd come this far already. I had all the gear in my room.[/b]
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[i]I proceeded to enter the room, nodding towards Grant as I entered the Ranger's room and looked around, particularly at the walls and such. I was somewhat curious, I guess there was nothing wrong with that.[/i]
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[b]My room was covered in many posters, mostly NCR propaganda. My personal favorite was the one on the far side of the room, one with a picture of a Frumentarii. It read, 'Remember, if you surrender, you're becoming his bitch! Give 'em hell!" Always used to crack me up when I was a private. My room was a simple one, a dresser, a desk, and a bed. Well, and a liquor cabinet, but that's not important. What would really catch someone's eye would be my mannequin in the corner, with my old First Recon armor on. It had basic trooper gear, and a First Recon beret. It was red, with a bear skull with crosses rifles on a patch in the middle of the beret. Under it, the beret read [i]The last thing you'll never see.[/i] In the other corner of the room, there was a large pile of duffel bags. All green. All bulky with equipment.[/b]
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[i]I stared idly at the posters that covered Grant's walls, a slight grin appearing on my face as I read the bitch one. I thought it was actually sorta cute, and had some comedic value at the same time. I always enjoyed things with comedy involved, and this place was no exception. I then looked over at Grant, my thin hands retreating to the depths of my coat's pockets.[/i]
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[b]I walk over to the duffel bags, and pick one up. I toss it to Irina, but not too hard. It was pretty heavy, I hope it didn't hurt her or somethin.[/b] "Basic stuff. Trooper armor. Goggles helmet. Service rifle. Combat knife. I need your full name to get your dog tags engraved."
