Fallout: Adonia

Pip van Buren: Having completed negotiations with Officer Edwards (as I chose to call him in my head), I approached Michael again, just as James finished trying to bandage Mike's shoulder wound. "Please, Michael," I said, bending down, "just try to accept him as our prisoner for a little while. We're heading to the dam now, and he's going to be our guide - I'm making sure he won't be up to any more of those monkeyfeatherbrained tricks of his." I picked up his rifle and brought it over to him. "If what he told us is true, once we reach the dam, he'll be out of our hands one way or another," I said as I tried without much success to help him stand up.

*to Edwards*

I think we're about ready to go, sir, just give us a moment.

Kill him, kill him now.

Jackson to Michael: I don't trust this guy one bit.  We'll get him when the time comes.

*Helps with dressing the wound*

LOL Agunter, you can't hear us.  This was me whispering to Mike while you were deeply daydreaming.

LOL I overheard you

XD Come on, please.  This is important.  Let us whisper; we would have to be stupid to let you hear us. 

Jackson: Should we try and hide?

Pip van Buren: Do you see a place to hide?

I can't see anything but words. D: We need a description!

Fine, a description.

The terrain surrounding you is relatively flat, with a few small hills located here and there. Dead trees and bushes are scattered across the landscape, as are a few small boulders.


Pip van Buren: I say we face'em, try to negotiate maybe. Who knows, perhaps they'll go green after some negotiation?

Jackson: That works.  Maybe you guys can go ahead while James and I hide off to the side to watch in case something goes wrong.

Pip van Buren: Sounds like a plan to me, then. One of you should probably take the officer to watch over, though - he may take advantage of this encounter to slip away.

Jackson: We'll take him.  Let's go.

Pip van Buren: As Jackson, James, and Officer Edwards took their places hiding behind various bits of rubble, I walked out to meet the people who were approaching. Most of them were surprisingly-well armed for their rugged appearance (although a few near the center of the group were entirely unarmed), I counted about fifteen people in total. I noted one of them carried a PIP-MiC. Hopefully, this wouldn't come to blows. I waved to them as I approached. "Hello," I said.

Jackson: I'll be honest.  I don't trust you, but both of our lives are in danger here.  So we have to work together and protect ourselves.  If I give you the signal, you may shoot.