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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 17, 2012 22:40:55 GMT -5
The 37th Platoon is one of several being sent to deal with raiders and the Remnants of Caesar's Legion in northern Florida, in order to make preparations for settlement of the area.
The 37th is Led by Captain Samuel West, and is the group of soldiers that Martin Scott is traveling with.
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 18, 2012 9:10:18 GMT -5
"Stop squirming" Martin said to the soldier he was patching up. "The stitches are getting crooked." He finished the sewing, cut the thread and sent the private on his way. He sat in a small tent in the middle of the temporary camp. "Anyone else needs a medic!" he yelled out to the group outside.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 18, 2012 9:16:25 GMT -5
"Nope, just Private Johnson. That'll teach him to not play with his knife when he's bored." Said Ferguson, the platoon combat medic,
"Gotta say kid, I thought you were just talking out your ass when you said you could patch people up."
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 18, 2012 9:35:21 GMT -5
"Maybe I was." Martin replied. "Do you know if we will stay here for a while or keep moving?"
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 18, 2012 9:40:05 GMT -5
"From what I hear, a few scouts are going ahead to chart a path, and we'll head out at first light tomorrow."
Lighting up a cigarette,
"Till then, we've all got the day to ourselves, except the patrolmen."
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 18, 2012 10:19:12 GMT -5
"I won't bother to set up the lab then" Martin sighed, "God, sometimes I miss the bunker."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 18, 2012 10:26:12 GMT -5
"What Bunker is that? Not many slaves live in bunkers that I know of, especially Legion Slaves." Ferguson says, curiosity piqued.
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 18, 2012 10:29:21 GMT -5
"I was not always a slave you know" Martin said while rubbing some dust and dried blood from his hands, "I was once like a year away from becoming a brotherhood scribe. I actually grew up in a BoS bunker."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 18, 2012 10:36:04 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed and Ferguson frowned.
He took the cigarette out of his mouth an pointed it at Scott,
"I'd keep that shit to myself if I were you. The upstairs might have made nice with those Tin Can sons ah bitches, but a lot of men here grew up being taught to hate the fuckers."
Glancing at Scott's Pip Boy,
"That thing makes a lot more sense now."
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 18, 2012 10:47:07 GMT -5
"I never liked the brotherhood anyways." Martin stuttered out, clearly startled. "Too much rules."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 18, 2012 10:51:35 GMT -5
"Got a problem with rules? Figured you for one of them straight arrow types. Most healing men are."
Relaxing and putting his cigarette back in his mouth,
"We kinda have to be. What with lives on the line and what not."
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 18, 2012 10:57:16 GMT -5
"Well maybe you figured me wrong." Martin said with a smirk "I might be pure chaos for all you know."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 18, 2012 11:11:27 GMT -5
Ferguson looks at Scott weird,
"Are... are you hitting on me?"
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 18, 2012 11:22:20 GMT -5
Martin laughed, "Do you think so?" "I am afraid that even if I, leaned in the other direction so to say, I am way out of your league."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 18, 2012 11:34:16 GMT -5
"Uh huh. Well, if you wanna go be a weird asshole somewhere else, I'm gonna catch some shut eye." Ferguson says, clearly not as friendly to you anymore with your blatant insult of him.
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