#elclave

[lurkingpuddle]

Can't help but feel that Yancy is involved with the enclave attacks. And her being this free spirit party girl is just a misdirection.

Plus her chameleon dress really makes me think of it as a more literal clue.

[dazed-and-confused23]

Can I please request a fic where Dusty the Deathclaw has a close call? Like maybe the Enclave or the Brotherhood of Steel, or raiders, got in a lucky shot on Dusty’s belly. And this DEVASTATES the reader enough to go full John Wick on the person who shot Dusty, even to the point that Cooper is like “Oh Damn”. Cause they hurt the WRONG wasteland baby!

Dear Hearts and Gentle People 17

I had a lot of fun with this one and it gave me an excuse to head down to the Capitol Wasteland. Ignore the janky timelines ❤️

*so sorry that this took a while to get out. Life does a good job of getting in the way sometimes @odditycircus-2002. I hope you enjoy! ❤️*

Masterlist

You aren't a fan of the Capitol Wasteland. The weather is shit, and she and Cooper had been shot at no less than eight times in the two weeks they'd arrived. This pocket of the wasteland felt even more dangerous to be in, especially with the rumor of a slaver group in the area. You and Cooper had agreed to avoid them as best you could, but that still left the rest of the factions the two of you needed to keep an eye out for.

The BOS left the three of you alone for the most part whenever they happened to cross your path, Dusty had even made a friend with the dark skinned lady named Cross. Raiders were raiders, but the problems really started when she and Cooper stumbled across another group. The Enclave.

Even after the destruction of Raven Rock, pockets of the old world faction still remained. The day was coming to an end when laser fire suddenly accosted the trio of wanderers. They dove for the cover of nearby rocks and grab for their own weapons. Dusty roars loud enough that your ears ring and charge ahead, furious milky eyes zeroed in on the men in suits of power armor.

"Fuck. That's the Enclave," Cooper snarls beside you, and you whip around to stare up at him in horror. Out of all the factions that they could have run into, it had to be one of the most dangerous ones. They were righteous zealots who dreamed of wiping the earth clean of all mutated creatures.

This was the one faction that would have the kind of firepower to actually hurt their deadly companion, and you felt fear grip your heart when rapid laser fire fell upon Dusty. The creature snarled and gnashed his teeth, dropping down to his front arms to sprint forward and close the distance between himself and the Elclave member who had the gatling laser.

"Dusty!" You scream and run forward, ducking behind rocks and burnt out cars in your bid to get to the deathclaw. Cooper rubs right behind you, taking pot shots at the line of figures that stand on top of the cliffs above them. One woman screams as a bullet catches her in the leg, and she goes tumbling off the cliff to hit the ground, dead.

The deathclaw rips through the men and woman who don't have powe armor, blood and gore flying in all directions, and painting his golden scales red. You arrive in time to see a man in power armor rip something off his back and onto his shoulder. The weapon glows a terrible blue, and you watch in slow motion as a bolt of electrified plasma flew through the air and struck Dusty in the chest.

The deathclaw goes down with a howl of anguish, rearing back to expose the blackened flesh of his soft underbelly. His scales crack and melt off, and Dusty falls to the side, the ground shaking when his weight meets the earth.

Cooper hears you scream, and the sound rattles him. It's full of pain and fury, rage, and disbelief. He watches you drop your weapon and dash forward, throwing yourself at the man who shot Dusty. You cling to the man, feet finding foothold as your fingers dig into the neck paneling of the suit and rip at the tubing and wires that connect to the helmet.

Steam erupts from the power armor, and the man jerks around, stumbling as half of his suit loses power. You find the latch to the helmet and rip it off, exposing the face of the terrified man who dared try and kill Dusty.

The ghoul shouts your name when the two of you tip over, the power armor useless now that its systems have been compromised. You appear seconds later, wielding your side arm. You shoot the man in the face until the chamber runs dry, shoulders heaving and teeth bared in an animalistic snarl.

With the fight over, with any other remaining Enclave having fled the scene, you turn on your heel and run to Dusty. You drop to your knees beside the whining creature and reach for his massive head, hands gently smoothing over his dangerous horns as you whisper reassurances to your baby.

"Is okay, sweetheart. I'm right here. Can you let momma see?" You coo, and Dusty lifts his head, moving just enough that you can see the awful wound left behind from the tesla cannon. Dusty whuffs and grunts, obvious sounds of pain falling from his maw.

"Cooper, bring me my bag," you order, and the ghoul does so without a word. You dig around until you can find your stash of chems and drag out the med-x and stim-packs you have. You have no idea if these would work, but you had to try.

"I need to see it, Dusty," you murmur, and Dusty shoves his head forward and into your lap, looking for comfort, and you easily give it to him. You hold his head close to your chest, and the beast breaths in your scents deeply, his milky eyes closing as he begins to calm down.

You look at Cooper, and the ghoul sighs, but he takes the medical supplies from you. He goes about moving around the deathclaw until he can see the burn. The med-x goes first, and then he injects four stim-packs around the wound.

The chems seem to work, for it isn't long before the deathclaw relaxes, his body sagging forward, and you grunt as you take his weight. His breathing evened out, and Cooper watched in muted fascination as the wound began to knit back together. He sighs and plops down in the dirt beside you.

You lean into him, and Cooper wraps his arm around your waist as best he can, kissing the side of your head. Silent tears stream down your face as relief sweeps through your body.

"He'll be alright, smoothskin. Dusty's tougher than he looks."

[rainofaugustsith]

Rain Plays SWTOR: Bane Brigade

Can we talk about just how spooky the Imperial Hoth bonus series is? I hate Hoth, but I love the way this is set up: Revenge of the Bane Brigade.

You're back on Hoth, and a soldier tells you that he's expecting the Bane Brigade to destroy the Republic. Who?

Caption: Captain Graich: Confidentially? When the Bane Brigade obliterates the Republic army, it’ll be spectacular.  The Bane Brigade? Who? Keep in mind this is thousands of years before Darth Bane and we’re in Legends. 

Never fear. The moment the words 'Bane Brigade' are uttered, this fellow, Khun Tazith, pops up on the holo. Maybe it's like summoning Beetlejuice by saying the Bane Brigade’s name. Anyway. He's organizing the assault and asks you to join him in a different base.

It turns out the Bane Brigade was a group of elite fighters, including Sith. Oh, and they're all dead. Plot twist. Your job is to wreak enough havoc that the Republic actually thinks that the Bane Brigade is back at work and send troops after them. You're impersonating an entire dead brigade.

Caption One: Khun Tazith: Khun Tazith, Special Advisor to the Minister of War.  Caption Two: Khun Tazith: It was the Bane Brigade and its Sith commanders who purged the Jedi elclave on Genarius and set fire to the seas of Iskalon.  Caption Three: Khun Tazith: When the snow is hot with blood, leave the rest fo me and the ghost of the Bane Brigade.  Caption Four: Viridana Dragoi, Sith Warrior: I will be the final chapter of the Bane Brigade’s legend.  So you go do some quests, cause some damage (these aren't tied closely enough to the plot IMHO but anyway...), and convince Tazith not to sacrifice Imperial troops needlessly. You're already working with one group of dead warriors, you don't need more. At the end, Khun Tazith lets the other shoe drop: He founded the Bane Brigade fifty years ago and is the only survivor.

Except for you, because you're now a member of this phantom brigade. Dead but not.

Spooky, but really intriguing, and I wish they'd done more here.

Caption One: Viridana Dragoi: Your soldiers have given everything to take this world. They don’t deserve to be sacrificed.  Caption Two: Khun Tazith: I nurtured those men and women, planned every mission...sat beside them when their limbs needed replacement. I wept upon their deaths. But you have done exceptionally.  Caption Three: Khun Tazith: Know you are the last of the greatest enemies of the Republic and your name means fear. 

[yogicways-blog]

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[fjtt15]

Yo la conocí en el seguro social #elClave #ElOtroLadoDelMedLife #cantandoEnElPasillo porque no todo es glicemia, presión, analíticas, medicamentos, RCP, shock, coma, Electrocardiograma, Ambú y estudios...

[lurkingpuddle]

Oooohhhh, the prophecy. It all makes sense now. With how enclaves are build, and what El has been doing.

So all of the mawmouths are exclusive result of that ritual, huh? Didn't see that one coming.

Can't help but feel that Yancy is involved with the enclave attacks. And her being this free spirit party girl is just a misdirection.

Plus her chameleon dress really makes me think of it as a more literal clue.