Capítulo 58: Gang-"BANG!"
The men in blue prison uniforms with "NCR" written on them approached Afton, some looked angry, some impressed, and one looked non-plussed.
One of the angry ones step forward and give Afton a shove, "What the fuck was that man! You tryin' to get us all killed? Draggin' one of those fucking things over here, I should just put a bullet in your head and let it get what it wanted!" he exclaims, fingering something in his pocket.
The man had short messy hair that looked as if it were cut in a knife fight, his skin was tanned and his face had many scars, most looking to be from shrapnel from what Afton could infer.
Afton stands his ground and straightens his posture, "What do you want me to do? A Deathclaw comes outta nowhere and cuts my gun in half, you'd do the same in my position." he says, pointing at the man.
"Boy you better watch your damn mouth or I'll-" he's interrupted as someone else steps in.
"Quiet! Both of you, Tommy, you better get that temper in check or you'll find yourself headless at the side of the road." he states before turning to Afton, "And you boy, someone like you who'd put your life ahead of others?... I think you'd suit our group well." he says semi-sarcastically.
The bearded man with grey hair seemed to appraise Afton for a moment before nodding, "I ain't never seen someone get close enough to smell one o' those things breaths and live to tell about it... Well, how was it?"
"Deafening" he jokes, not having managed to get a whiff of the Deathclaw's breath as he was getting chased.
The man chuckles, "How 'bout you come with us, looks like you could use a place to stay the night... Just make sure you don't bring anymore Deathclaws wit' ya." the others look at each other warily as they hadn't expected to take Afton in.
Afton slowly nods, there wasn't really anything else he could do, he didn't have anything that would be of value to them so he was safe on that count. Not to mention he didn't have a weapon anymore, so wandering around here alone would basically be a death sentence.
He could hear the other men whispering to each other, making guesses as to where Afton had come from and his intentions were.
He was relieved as they started walking the opposite direction of where the Deathclaw had come from, he glanced to the older man who'd defused the situation earlier, "What's your name?"
"Karl Martin, and you?"
Afton wonders momentarily if he should give his real name... He knew for a fact that no one apart from the Brotherhood would know him, so he decided to just go with it. "Afton Parker."
The man nods, "Pleasure to meet you son... I've been meanin' to ask, but what's with the get-up?" he asks, referring to the Recon armour he was wearing.
Afton shrugs, "Just some leather clothes I strapped metal too... I'm good at repairing stuff so it was pretty easy to cobble together." he lies, even if he was good at repairs, the armour was too symmetrical to be cobbled together, though, the old man doesn't seem to notice. "And you?" he asks.
The old man lightly tugs on the collar of the blue jacket he was wearing and shrugs, "Depends, how you feel about the NCR?", upon asking this question all the eyes of the group focussed on Afton.
Afton wasn't stupid, he could tell they had something against the NCR so he just gave his actual opinion, "They're a bunch of assholes who'll do anything to achieve their goals. Fuckers killed my parents." he spits, getting satisfied nods from the group.
"Hm, sorry to hear that. You'll find that most folks in our... Group, have had bad experiences with the NCR, we understand how you feel." he says as they finally reach a camp, one of the group already lighting a campfire.
Afton sits on the sand next to it, the desert might be blisteringly hot in the day, but it could get terribly cold when the sunsets. There was a ruined car attached to a caravan nearby, this was probably where the guys slept... Sleeping on the sand would probably be dangerous, considering all the incredibly poisonous insects that are out and about.
Tommy, the guy who was trying to start trouble earlier eyes him, "So where you from kid? Can't be too smart if you wander into Deathclaw territory alone."
Afton shrugs, "I was kicked out of my home, got caught stealing something and had to run."
Tommy snorts, "Yeah, I hear that. Left my home the same way, parents dogged me into the man and had me sent to prison... Fuckers."
"So... What're you guys doing out here?" he asks.
"Oh, youknow, just roasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories." one of the other guys say sarcastically.
Karl just shakes his head, "We're... Making sure to collect 'tolls' from any NCR traders coming through, though, the Deathclaws have made this route almost impassable, might have to move shop soon."
Afton had a lot of apprehensions at dealing with what basically amounted to raiders, but his hatred for the NCR made the idea of joining their gang or whatever significantly easier... He wouldn't mind getting his pound of flesh for what they'd done to his family, doesn't matter if he couldn't get the real people responsible, as long as he hurt the NCR as a whole. "Think I could help? Anything that hurts the NCR I want in."
Karl nods, "I pegged you as the sort, yeah, once we get back to base I'll ask for ya..."
Tommy sends at glare at him as he accepts though, "Karl, do you really think you can start accepting people without Eddie's approval?" he quickly asks.
"Half our numbers left after escaping Tommy, if we don't get some fresh blood the NCR'll eventually overwhelm us... Trust me, I know what I'm talking about." Karl explains, forcing the reluctant Tommy to agree.
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Capítulo 59: Not just the flashy powder
Afton continued to chat with these guys who he now knew as "Powder Gangers", they belonged to a larger group which was located within a former NCR prison that they'd somehow taken over.
Karl sighs and sips the bottle of whisky he'd uncorked, "The Deathclaws are expanding their territory... Know what that means? They're breeding." he states with a dangerous gleam in his eye.
"Surely the NCR will come and deal with them soon, right? Aren't they trying to control the whole Mojave?" Afton asks.
Karl shakes his head, "I suspect they have bigger problems than a Deathclaw infested traderoute right now..." he finishes the bottle and tosses it away into the sand before standing, "I'm gonna get some rest, we'll be headed back to base in the morning so you should do the same." he states as he crawls into a ragged-looking sleeping bag inside the ruined caravan.
Afton shrugs, biting into the cooked Rad-scorpion claw that Karl had prepared. If he had to describe it... It'd be like a firmer, and more disgusting-tasting crab, not to mention his Pipboy would occasionally go off to let him know about the Rads it contained. He couldn't exactly be a picky eater though, he was starving.
Once he'd finished that he laid atop one of the vacant sleeping bags and fell asleep.
The next morning he was awoken, not by the Powder Gangers, but by the blisteringly hot sun that was now shining down on his face through one of the cracks in the caravan. He quickly got up and glanced over to the others, noticing that everyone but Karl was still sleeping.
Deciding to stretch his legs he stepped outside and sat down on some scrap metal that was laid out around the burnt-out fire, he was already beginning to sweat from the heat, but he knew he'd have to get used to this eventually.
"Hm, you're up kid. Thought you'd still be sleeping like that sad lot over there." Karl murmurs as he wipes clean a powerful-looking revolver.
"Nice gun, what is it?" he asks, not knowing its calibre.
Karl gives a small smile, ".44 Magnum, got it from... Back in the day. Try to keep it well maintained, 'as never let me down before."
Afton nods, "I'm more of an Energy Weapon guy myself." he admits, though, that Revolver did look intimidating, more so than any Laser pistol could.
"Thing is son, those sorts 'o weapons have alotta movin' parts. Makes it easier to for 'em to break. This 'ere? Not so much. Easy to repair too, if you got the know-how."
Afton knew the man was right, Energy Weapons weren't known for being all that terribly reliable, this was partly the reason the Brotherhood constantly maintained their armoury. Most ballistics would continue to work even if it was rusted, dirty, or sometimes even completely broken. "So when are we leaving?" he asks, wanting to reach their destination and hopefully get out of the sun.
"I was thinkin' right about now." Karl says as he picks up a rock and throws it inside the Caravan, creating a large *Ding!* as it bounced around inside.
"Alright! I'm up, I'm up! Fuck sake, can't you let us sleep a couple more minutes old man?" Tommy shouts from inside, clearly, this wasn't the first time Karl had done this.
And so the group got moving, as they walked Afton couldn't help but notice the numerous broken vehicles left on the road... He'd asked his parents about it previously and they'd told him that due to them all being Nuclear powered, many safeguards were put into place to prevent a catastrophic chain reaction.
One of these countermeasures would permanently disable the vehicle if it sensed high levels of radiation outside its core. Obviously, after the bombs dropped the whole of America was bathed in it, rendering most automobiles useless.
Due to the oil shortage that led up until the war, all the gasoline-powered ones had been converted... This had been a government order as they claimed any gasoline they could get their hands on, even if it belonged to their own citizens.
Afton idly wondered if he'd be able to repair one of them if he reached 100 points in science and repair.
The group walked for an hour or two, passing a small community called Sloan. Karl mentioned that it was entirely inhabited by Miners who'd been hired by the NCR to work in Quarry Junction, the place most infested by Deathclaws. Apparently, after the prison escape the Powder Gangers seized all of the explosives the Miners were given for the task. Without the NCR coming to help, they were stranded.
Eventually, they were able to see the large prison complex that the Powder Gangers called "Home", it was a huge area surrounded by barbed wire and watchtowers. It looked to be pretty defensible, much more so than Helios One had been for the Brotherhood.
Surprisingly it seemed to be getting power by somewhere, as when they approach the large metal entrance slowly slid open by somesort of motor.
They walk towards the building and Afton notes the single man leaning against with wall with his arms crossed.
Karl tips his stenton to the man, "Dawes." he states as he enters the door beside them.
"Karl." Dawes replies back with equal apathy, warily eyeing Afton as he follows Karl inside.
Inside there were many people in the typical blue jacket and jean prison wears, most greet Karl with nods before getting back to whatever they were doing. Some playing cards, some day-drinking, and some even injecting various drugs.
Their group dispurses as they go to attend their own business but Afton continues following Karl as the man leads him outside and to the largest building in the compound where Eddie, the Powder Gangers leader was.
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