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[bajarangers]

This goes for all the blogs under my control which is this and @bajarangers

I am not as interested in the fallout community as much anymore, I'm going.

See you everyone.

[bajarangers]

can i eat kimball

[2 gunshots ring out. It seems they don't even want to waste energy coming up with a response as 2 janitors walk in.]

"Apologies for the mess."

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[The rangers, hearing the alarm sound, hurry their pace toward the extraction point.]

A UH-1 Venom and AH-1 helicopter flutter across the New Mexican landscape towards a non-descript set of buildings, surrounded by rusting barbed wire fences. Onboard are five Eagles Delta Force operatives, and five members of NCR’s Sierra Team.

The site is scarcely defended, with only a couple anti-personnel machinegun sentries monitoring the perimeter. The Venom breaks off and flies towards a large brick building with a large communications mast, while the AH-1 circles the site.

The soldiers rapple down a rope and touch down next to the mast. A Delta Force member pries open a rusted weatherproof box with a crowbar and pulls open a switch, causing the mast to cease being functional.

Then they split up, the Sierra operatives keeping out of range of turrets and slinking off.

Delta Force enters a different, larger building, settling down at a terminal and hacking it by entering in the typical admin123, uploading their credentials, powering off security cameras and shutting down the base’s multiple defenses.

Sierra enters a small brick building, and they creep inside until they stop at a small silo door in a dimly lit cramped dusty industrial room with ancient terminals set on tables marked “WARNING: AIRLOCK DO NOT OBSTRUCT.”

They wait for the Delta Force operatives to arrive, and they do, shouldering their flash hider mounted assault rifles. With that accomplished, the Sierra team captain of them uses a keycard from Holloman to open the door.

The door’s alarms go off and the seals open.

The seal is breached, and the dim fluorescent lighting of the Enclave base fills the darkness.

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@atombombskilledtheradiostar (RP as the enclave personnel not Smokey)

[bajarangers]

[Sierra doing their best to get through, after heading the transmission through their helmets decides to head out by blending back into the shadows with help of their dark colored armor.]

@atombombskilledtheradiostar If you’d like to spot one of them, you’re cleared for entry.

A UH-1 Venom and AH-1 helicopter flutter across the New Mexican landscape towards a non-descript set of buildings, surrounded by rusting barbed wire fences. Onboard are five Eagles Delta Force operatives, and five members of NCR’s Sierra Team.

The site is scarcely defended, with only a couple anti-personnel machinegun sentries monitoring the perimeter. The Venom breaks off and flies towards a large brick building with a large communications mast, while the AH-1 circles the site.

The soldiers rapple down a rope and touch down next to the mast. A Delta Force member pries open a rusted weatherproof box with a crowbar and pulls open a switch, causing the mast to cease being functional.

Then they split up, the Sierra operatives keeping out of range of turrets and slinking off.

Delta Force enters a different, larger building, settling down at a terminal and hacking it by entering in the typical admin123, uploading their credentials, powering off security cameras and shutting down the base’s multiple defenses.

Sierra enters a small brick building, and they creep inside until they stop at a small silo door in a dimly lit cramped dusty industrial room with ancient terminals set on tables marked “WARNING: AIRLOCK DO NOT OBSTRUCT.”

They wait for the Delta Force operatives to arrive, and they do, shouldering their flash hider mounted assault rifles. With that accomplished, the Sierra team captain of them uses a keycard from Holloman to open the door.

The door’s alarms go off and the seals open.

The seal is breached, and the dim fluorescent lighting of the Enclave base fills the darkness.

@bajarangers

@atombombskilledtheradiostar (RP as the enclave personnel not Smokey)

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Ok but is he really?

“why do you need to know?”

“He’s doing alright, we heard him speak for the first time in a month.”

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is president pinball ok 😔 i heard kimbald got water hosed 💔💔💔 i hope no lasting damage was done to our beloved president peaches 🍑 we love our president long live president gimble

"...thanks. he's fine."

[He has chosen to ignore the insults because he literally just woke up from his 30 minute nap]

[bajarangers]

Shut up, I’m going to kill you for exposing how old I am. Watch your back.

We should splash water on him

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We should splash water on him

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[bajarangers]

Damien rips the hose out of your hand and another K-9 member forces you to the ground, your head striking the floor and sending waves of pain through your body.

“I SAID HANDS IN THE AIR, FUCK FACE!”

You feel the weight of a man pressing down on you, as they try forcing cuffs around your wings.

Every time you try resisting, they force you to the ground HARDER and scream for you to stop resisting.

The cuffs and a length of rope are finally secured around your legs and wings, and you’re dragged out of the room screaming.

We should splash water on him

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Damien stares at the scene in abject horror, and immediately screams into his radio. Then you can hear the sound of boots on the ground, and the locked doors make loud crashing sounds as they dent in.

The doors burst open within seconds, and 12 K-9 rangers rush in wearing their distinct baseball hat, black jacket, jeans and tan ballistic vest, holding assault rifles mounted with flashlights, illuminating the dark room and blinding anyone looking at the doors.

Their flashlights fall on the perpetrator, illuminating them for the world to see, and there's so many intersecting beams they can't tell where the voices are coming from.

"DROP YOUR WEAPON, HANDS IN THE AIR!"

"DO AS HE SAYS OR I'LL BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!"

"HANDS IN THE FUCKING AIR WASTELANDER!"

We should splash water on him

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[They're reading the newspaper and talking out loud. They're not even sure if Kimball can even hear them, but the squad's been doing it for the entire time.]

"Well, some new things have happened. You most likely wouldn't know but the legion's left Nevada and got chased back to Utah. Vulpes is dead, Cypress put him out of his misery after he shot himself."

[There’s the sound of the door opening and closing as someone walks in. It’s another one of K-9’s shift changes. The ranger steps closer to the bed, salutes the one on guard who gets up and hands them the rifle before leaving.

“Hey, sir. It’s been over 2 weeks since the incident. You ready to talk to us today?”

-@bajarangers

[he just stares blankly up at the ceiling. Talking feels like such a complex task right now. He doesn’t even have the strength to look at the K-9 unit addressing him, staring at the ceiling like it will give him answers. A part of him wants to say something, anything at all, but he can’t even bring himself to make the slightest noise. The ranger expected no response. They know he's too out of it to even string a coherent sentence together. It's the same ritual every day--wake him up, talk to him, try to get him to say something, and then get nothing. They just sit down in the chair next to his bed and open a news magazine, figuring he's not going to be responsive. Oh well.]

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"Well, thank you anyways. Where's mobius anyways? I'd like to talk to him."

[Said ghoul researcher walks into the sink and wipes off their shoes before stepping into the room.]

"So this is what the inside of the sink looks like. Never got the chance to see before the war."

-@bajarangers

Indeed it is, sir. A dreadful tragedy sir. So much scientific advancement laid waste by those barbaric bombs. May I serve you dinner and/or other hospitality, sir?

Well, now! Your face has seen some wear and tear. How's about if I give you a little once-over?

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"I am a ghoul."

"Even though the NCR's more tolerant towards ghouls, I've had literally everything thrown at me at least once by some assholes who can't see past the fact I'm still human and haven't lost my mind yet."

[Said ghoul researcher walks into the sink and wipes off their shoes before stepping into the room.]

"So this is what the inside of the sink looks like. Never got the chance to see before the war."

-@bajarangers

Indeed it is, sir. A dreadful tragedy sir. So much scientific advancement laid waste by those barbaric bombs. May I serve you dinner and/or other hospitality, sir?

Well, now! Your face has seen some wear and tear. How's about if I give you a little once-over?

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"I wouldn't know. I was a prison guard."

[Said ghoul researcher walks into the sink and wipes off their shoes before stepping into the room.]

"So this is what the inside of the sink looks like. Never got the chance to see before the war."

-@bajarangers

Indeed it is, sir. A dreadful tragedy sir. So much scientific advancement laid waste by those barbaric bombs. May I serve you dinner and/or other hospitality, sir?

Well, now! Your face has seen some wear and tear. How's about if I give you a little once-over?

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"Huh. What was it like when everyone was still human?"

[Said ghoul researcher walks into the sink and wipes off their shoes before stepping into the room.]

"So this is what the inside of the sink looks like. Never got the chance to see before the war."

-@bajarangers

Indeed it is, sir. A dreadful tragedy sir. So much scientific advancement laid waste by those barbaric bombs. May I serve you dinner and/or other hospitality, sir?

Well, now! Your face has seen some wear and tear. How's about if I give you a little once-over?

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"Huh. Would have been pretty damn uncomfortable to listen to it."

"How'd you guys get back in then?"

[Said ghoul researcher walks into the sink and wipes off their shoes before stepping into the room.]

"So this is what the inside of the sink looks like. Never got the chance to see before the war."

-@bajarangers

Indeed it is, sir. A dreadful tragedy sir. So much scientific advancement laid waste by those barbaric bombs. May I serve you dinner and/or other hospitality, sir?

Well, now! Your face has seen some wear and tear. How's about if I give you a little once-over?