-
(http://i.imgur.com/UEEyYlD.png)
May You Find What You Seek
Wherever You May Roam
-=Prologue=-
Oh, hello there! you hear a voice say. Turning, you see a man sitting by a campfire, warming his hands.
Spare a dollar? he asks. It looks like he hasn't eaten in weeks, and sure hasn't showered in even longer. The cold wind blows slightly and you feel a shiver run down your spine. You have a strange feeling about this man....almost like you've seen him before, but can't place where. Digging into your pockets, you pull out some change and toss it to the man. He catches it like a pro.
Thanks. Come... he says and motions you over to the fire. Reluctantly, you do. Sitting down on an old stump you can feel the relief of warmth spreading through your body.
I can see in your eyes, that you like stories. Why else would you be here? he pauses and coughs heavily. I've got one that you'll like. It's the story of our own hero...and villian. I'm talking about the Nomads, of course. His voice trails away as you fall into the story, mesmerized.
-=Mysterious Strangers' Story=-
Our story begins in 2016, in the dark of night. A caravan rolled into the sleepy town of Fort Carson like metal thunder, they picked the strongest defensible position, and set up a mobile outpost, ready to disappear at a moments notice. The Nomads of Carson Motor Club are a loose knit organization, from fringes of society, the marauders and mercenaries of the dunes. Second-chancers. All banded together with the relentless pursuit of freedom, open land and air, and a comfortable lifestyle outside the rule of law.
The Nomads of Carson diversified in activities, ranging from street races and events, to Camper and equipment sales, from oil wells to quarries. The love of motors keeps their drive going. Motorcycles, Muscle/Drift cars, Monster Trucks....you name it, if it has an engine, a Nomad has likely worked on it at some point. As such, it not uncommon to find these desert nomads in the heart of the city racing in illegal circuits. Not surprising that they have chosen their mobile camp to rest near Octane Springs. Dawn broke over the horizon that Monday morning that changed everything.
Chapter 1 - Redsands
=Prologue= (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1830995#msg1830995)
=1= The Grove Street Deal (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1831013#msg1831013)
=1a= Then There's Jackson (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1831039#msg1831039)
=2= Fired Up (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1831156#msg1831156)
=3= An Unexpected Debt (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1831253#msg1831253)
=4= Return to the Grove (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1831381#msg1831381)
=5= The Gears of War (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1831457#msg1831457)
=6= Back to Business (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1831632#msg1831632)
=7= Recruiting Season (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1831861#msg1831861)
=8= Mondays...Redux (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1831924#msg1831924)
=9= Redsands (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1832143#msg1832143)
=10= Redsands Part 2 (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1832167#msg1832167)
Chapter 2 - Over Taken
=1= Redsands Part 3 (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1832937#msg1832937)
=2= Doc's Orders (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1833040#msg1833040)
=3= Broken Arrow (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1833076#msg1833076)
=4= Can't Stop The Signal, Mal (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1833696#msg1833696)
=5= Summit (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1833762#msg1833762)
=6= Revenant (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1833783#msg1833783)
=7= Over Take [Makala] (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1834349#msg1834349)
=8= Over Take (Part 2) (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1835700#msg1835700)
=9= Saving Grace (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1836225#msg1836225)
=10= Second Summit (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1836275#msg1836275)
Chapter 3 - Forget-Me-Nots
=1= Insurgent (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1836282#msg1836282)
=2= The Stranger [Giac] (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1836365#msg1836365)
=3= Head Hunters [Giac] (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1836633#msg1836633)
=4= The Explosion [Giac] (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1836810#msg1836810)
=5= Top of the World [Giac] (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1837076#msg1837076)
=6= Forget-Me-Not (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1837498#msg1837498)
=7= The Patrol [Giac] (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1837673#msg1837673)
=8= Justice Demands Retribution [Giac] (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1837824#msg1837824)
=9= Law & Disorder (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1838317#msg1838317)
=10= The Venturian Candidate (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1838324#msg1838324)
Chapter 4 - Cliffhanger
=1= The Running Men (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1839443#msg1839443)
=2= Smack Glack and Whack [Giac] (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1839804#msg1839804)
=3= Trespass (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1840761#msg1840761)
=4= The Conecta Connection (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1842044#msg1842044)
=5= Flash Photography (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1842618#msg1842618)
=6= Last Rites (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1842695#msg1842695)
Chapter 5 - A Year Later
=1= Homecoming (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1894772#msg1894772)
=2= Regrowing Roots (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1896207#msg1896207)
=3= And ARUN...So Far Away (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1896500#msg1896500)
=4= The Kings of Queens (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1897292#msg1897292)
=5= Return of the Duke (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1902234#msg1902234)
=6= Upgrades (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1902334#msg1902334)
=7= Los Santos, Inc (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1907798#msg1907798)
=8= The Securicar Heist (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1926628#msg1926628)
Chapter 6 - Carson Knights
=1= Into The LawDoghouse (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1926762#msg1926762)
=2= Flight of the Angel (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1926898#msg1926898)
=3= Devil's Deal (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1928492#msg1928492)
=4= Dogpounded (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1928826#msg1928826)
=5= Frontier Horizons (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1930618#msg1930618)
Rules
- Follow and Obey All Server Rules
- You are free to have other associations with neutral or allied groups
- Always roleplay situations to the fullest extent possible
- Always respect other Nomads and other MCs
- Follow the chain of command, and openly challenging Dominus class orders may lead to Demerits
- All members must have backstory and first/last name for RP
- Put an honest, constructive effort towards improving the group and server
- Use common sense
- If you are unsure, ask!
Information
- CB: Private reserved channel for Clergy/Dominus/Initiated members. Separate channel reserved for Public broadcast and un-initiated.
- Skin: You can pick whatever skin you choose, but may not change it after joining when RPing.
You may, however, leave the group, change skin, change name, and return as a different unrelated character as a Convert. This includes EXILES. - Vehicles: You must own a vehicle of some kind. (This rule is not strictly adhered to for recruits)
- Other Groups: You are allowed to be part of other clans, groups, gangs, or other organizations that are not classified as "heathens".
Members of government and law enforcement can never rise above "The Un-Initiated". - Tag: A group tag is not required, however a RP-suitable name is required (First, First/Last, Handle)
- Metal Merits [(http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/icons/gold_star.png)]: These are Metals (Medals) your character can wear as a sign of respect, and show major contributions to the group or server.
- Demerits [(http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/warning_moderate.gif)]: Demerits are given for rulebreaks, server or groupwise. Excessive begging, un-Nomadic behavior towards other players/staff, etc. These take 1 month to fall off, 3 demerits lead to Exile.
- Exile: Group banishments sometimes happen, but are not permanent unless you continue you break rules.
- Redemption: You may be re-instated with your prior rank if you exhibit good behavior during Exile and wish to rejoin.
Joining
RECRUITMENT OPENED
[b]In-Game Name:[/b]
[b]Previous Names:[/b]
[b]Groups/Affiliations (Past and present):[/b]
[b]Timezone:[/b]
[b]Activity per week (in hours):[/b]
[b]List all the assets you own:[/b]
[b]Have you ever gotten a perm-ban? If yes, explain: (You may PM/Skype/etc this info)[/b]
[b]What is your regular job in game?[/b]
[b]Give a paragraph description of your character and past:[/b]
-
(http://i.imgur.com/UEEyYlD.png)
Argonath Group Relations
Blood Brothers - ((http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star3.png)(http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star3.png)(http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star3.png))
(https://s13.postimg.org/czo9bvpvr/Ao_D.png) Angels of Death MC (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=58424.0) | (https://s13.postimg.org/6yqketip3/FLA.png) Flint Liberation Army (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=122751.0) | (https://s13.postimg.org/lhxpgb453/image.gif) Highway Runners MC (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=111931.0) |
Business Partners - ((http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star3.png) (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star3.png))
(http://i.imgur.com/1igYD2i.png) Division (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=120564.0)
(Alternative Solutions) | (http://i65.tinypic.com/13zsi2e.png) Oversight (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=114682.0)
(Security) | (http://i.imgur.com/Yx4vzVV.png) Shady Inc (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=121233.0)
(Logistics) |
Respected Friends - ((http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star3.png))
Grove Street Families (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=107599.0)
Gvardia Corporation (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=29051.0)
Hawk Family (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=86331.0)
Svensson Family (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=88435.0)
Neutral Stance - ((http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star1.png))
The Outlaws (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=122930.0)
The Downtown Syndicate (Barabe) (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=115729.0)
The Soprano Family (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=81688.0)
Groups with negative relationships are not to be trusted, supported or done ANY business with. This does not mean actively engage these groups. Avoidance altogether is suggested unless there is a Bounty Decree from the Dominus class.
Blasphemers - ((http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star2.png))
LawDogs of any kind (SAPD, FBI, SWAT, etc)
Heathens - ((http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star2.png) (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star2.png))
- The Man With The Red Name
- All his associates
- His friends
- His family
- Even his dog
Lost Souls - ((http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star2.png) (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star2.png) (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star2.png))
=ANYONE STANDING IN THE WAY=
Members
The Nomads of Carson are not bound to anyone's rules and regulations but their own.
Although they use religious ranking names, they are not considered a religion.
There is only Sauronism.
Nomads Memberlist has been removed, as they are a primarily private group, not particularly fond of outsiders.
Group Properties
Fort Carson & Las Venturas
(https://s13.postimg.org/3rrfhggl3/v2-1-the_lot.jpg)
The Nomad Outpost, lovingly referred to as "The Lot" - Bone Country
(https://s13.postimg.org/6936ovl3r/v2-2-nomad_logistics.jpg)
Nomad Logistics - Fort Carson
(https://s13.postimg.org/ftmtbm593/v2-3-nomad_broadcasting.jpg)
Nomad Broadcasting - Fort Carson
(https://s13.postimg.org/lht42iwqv/v2-4-hotel_californication.jpg)
Hotel Californication (Closed for renovations) - Fort Carson
(https://s13.postimg.org/3rrfhhbg7/v2-7-monitoring_station.jpg)
Monitoring Station - Fort Carson
(https://s13.postimg.org/g3yx8qyzb/v2-lv-furniture-store.jpg)
Nomad Furniture Outlet - Las Venturas
(https://s13.postimg.org/3pc58fumf/v2-lv-furniture-interior.jpg)
Nomad Furniture Outlet's Showroom - Las Venturas
Los Santos
(https://s13.postimg.org/h693ra2d3/v2-ls-pershing_and_commerce_24-7.jpg)
Pershing & Commerce Corner Store - Los Santos
(https://s13.postimg.org/jatgsdbpj/v2-ls-pershing-and-commerce-pharmacy.jpg)
Pershing & Commerce Pharmacy - Los Santos
Miscellaneous Info
Exiles-
No current exilesDecrees-
Decree of Replacement - Legal Tender (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1927643#msg1927643)
Nomad Corporate Structure:- Nomad Broadcasting
- Mega Event Series - Escape From Mordor (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=110979.0) Cancelled due to bug 4/25/15
- Chapter 5, Episode 8 - The Securicar Heist (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=122015.0) Convoy team, winners! 10/08/17
- Chapter 6 - Andromeda Down (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=123645.0) Postponed until further notice 3/3/18
- Nomad Processing
- Nomad Cartography (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116916.0)
- Nomad Logistics (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116993.0)
- Nomad Gem Exchange (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=123784.0)
Court Systems:-
Nomads of Carson vs The Gambino Family (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116832.0)
Player eventually banned, suit withdrawn.-
United States of Argonath vs (HR)Stof (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116851.0)
Defense Counsel, Verdict for the Prosecution-
Query: Section III, Act VII.I (and Constitutional Correction) (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116911.msg1838519#msg1838519)
District Court Query-
Patent: Nomads of Carson - Cartography (NON-Profit) (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116917.0)
Nomad Processing and Nomad Cartography Patent Request-
Patent: Nomads of Carson - Cartography (NON-Profit) (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=123375.msg1927024#msg1927024)
Nomad Processing and Nomad Cartography Patent Renewal RequestLegal Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and should not be taken seriously in any Court of Law.
-
Awesome topic! Really well done. :app:
Look forward to the close relationship with the group.
-
Yaaas, even more bikers!
-
Interesting, best of luck!
-
Interesting! Hope to see you riding around!
-
Chapter 1-1 : The Grove Street Deal
F**king Mondays. Always the worst. Another day wasted, not much of a step closer towards the Wanderer's promise to Jackson. Even though the Nomads had been in Fort Carson for near a month now, he had to get out of the town for a minute. Las Venturas? Too neon. San Fierro? Too hilly. Angel Pine? Yeah. Right. Those crazy farmers and the Liberation army. No. He knew where to go.
(http://i.imgur.com/iB7sEip.png)
He picked up James for added security, and of course someone to talk to. They drove around Los Santos....seemed quiet. No cops, no cars, few people out and about...Wait, who was this? Hmm. Let's see what he has to offer. As the obviously Grove Street member walked up to the car, even James caught a whiff of the potent marijuanna smell coming from him.
(http://i.imgur.com/7o1FYoj.png)
After a short haggle, the Wanderer and Grove came to an agreement on a Kilo of some of that fine Ganton Green. James and the Wanderer followed the Grove to a nearby back alley.
(http://i.imgur.com/XVCnpVc.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/VkIYQIN.png)
The Grove apparently had a bad cold...he couldn't stop sniffling. The crate of weed and envelope of money exchanged hands and the deal was done.
[GSF]: aight man, ya never saw me
The Wanderer looked around as if he wasn't there and asked, Saw who?
(http://i.imgur.com/AwhuyIE.png)
Well, it may have been a crap day. But hey...now there at least was some weed around.
-
i like it
-
good luck vael
-
Good Luck !
-
Not the typical MC, but this seems very interesting. Let's see how it works out, good luck.
-
Good Luck !
-
Best of luck !
-
nice! best of luck dude! ;)
-
Chapter 1-1a
Some days at the lot aren't so bad. Other times trouble seems to find you. And then there's Jackson, doing laps around the lot.
(http://i.imgur.com/K7jw7cS.png)
-
Cool V! See you on the streets! :)
-
Good luck =V=!
-
Chapter 1-2 : Fired Up
Other ventures were starting to pay off. Finally. Some traction. And speaking of traction, it was about time for some upgrades...especially since the Nomads were going to be transporting precious cargo. The Wanderer called up a local mechanic to make a few...minor adjustments...to the Iron Herd. The best NOS money could by, combined with the his own personal recipe. Yes, this would do quite nicely.
(http://i.imgur.com/Jbjnp0h.png)
Naturally, though, seems trouble always winds back around. James had gotten into some squabble with local law enforcement and barricaded himself in. As the officers called in for backup, the Wanderer approached. After confronting the officers, James bolted from the door, hopping on a crotch-rocket bike and rode off into the dune slinging sand and kicking dust.
(http://i.imgur.com/Vr4f2nC.png)
After what felt like 200 seconds and bailing out of LVPD, it was time to kick up business. Putting word out mouth out into the street paid off. Pretty well actually. Any more customers and there would have been a need for a waiting room and "Now Serving" electronic sign. The camper rentals and math tutoring sessions seemed to be paying off as well.
(http://i.imgur.com/Av1TW3N.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/qMrSOwv.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/CsRlZAS.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/LZNCypt.png)
In quite a short period, enough precious cargo had been generated for a substantial enough payment, well into the 6-digit figure. Making a quick call, a meet was arranged and Jackson and the Wanderer rode to the meeting point. After a few friendy gestures and words, both cargo and packages changed hands. Sweet, simple, to the point. Parting ways, it left the Wanderer with a nagging thought: Perhaps this was the place they could finally lay down roots in and thrive. One thing was for sure....it was time to start expanding the property line.
(http://i.imgur.com/DHkm9hd.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/wZR3P2O.png)
-
Chapter 1-3 : An Unexpected Debt
The Wanderer headed to Los Santos in search of some more clients. It didn't take long though, to find someone in need of his particular set of available items. A meeting place was arranged, and the Wanderer brought the Nomad's Sparrow...right in front of LSPD. Most people wouldn't dare, but he never was like most people. Taunting, daring. No risk, no reward.
(http://i.imgur.com/Bm7HaZX.png)
After a quite lucrative deal, it was time to blow off some steam. A quick trip to the Casinos of Las Venuras was in order. He found himself in the casino for about an hour before even bothering to check his watch. He'd already lost a substantial amount of the last deal already. As the dice rolled for the last time, he heard, Sir, you are Winner! He scoffed and pushed his chips away. Doesn't feel like it. Keep it, he said and walked out.
(http://i.imgur.com/SPRxFRL.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/nuypzfg.png)
The next morning he awoke to the sound of a Wayfarer. There was business to handle. He hopped in his Buffalo and tied up a few loose ends in the northern region. On the way back to the lot, he looked in his mirror and saw a Wayfarer following him with two bikers on it. They motioned for him to pull over. Rolling down his window, with one hand on his Deagle, he had a short chat with the bikers.
Seems Greasy had been racking up personal loans...Why the hell didn't he come to me? the Wanderer thought. No matters. They came to an agreement to clear Greasy's debt. Of course he'd have to reimburse the Wanderer, there was no way around...but at least now things seemed quieter. Quite a bit of debt for one day though.
(http://i.imgur.com/qT56W3h.png)
-
Chapter 1-4 : Return to the Grove
It had been a disappointing day financially. All that could be done now is slave labor in the quarry. The Wanderer went and started plucking as many gems as he could find from the quarrys walls and floors. Hearing the sound of a tire rolling over gravel, he looked up and saw an LSPD officer. Smirking, he continued chiseling away as the cop drove off. After a few minutes passed, he took his haul back to the safehouse.
(http://i.imgur.com/qN6GM26.png)
That's when he got a call from Duke. Some gangbangers hanging out near the quarry. The Wanderer didn't even hear the TV in the background's news station reporting a body being thrown from a 85m tall ledge in the pit. He grabbed his Elegy's keys and headed out. Circling around the quarry, he spotted a group on the south side. Slowly he pulled up off the highway to a small group of Grove Streeters.
Of course...Grove. he though and motioned one over. Naturally every Grove pointed a gun at him from the time he rolled up, but hey...that's gangsters for you. One of the Groves recognized the Wanderer and soon a 1-on-5 odds against became a short conversation in the back of the lowrider and an exchange of contact infomation. That's when a passing FBI Rancher passed by. That's my cue. he thought, turning the Elegy back on. The gangsters began harassing the Agents, and while distracted, he made his leave.
(http://i.imgur.com/m63uVQo.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/tyXKuJ1.png)
A little later, things had cooled off enough to make a trip to Los Santos, Willowfields' infamous 6th Street. He was greeted with an unusually bare cul-de-sac with a single Grove 6th Street member around. He and Duke pulled up to the Grove, and the Wanderer said, Seen Bruce around?
[G6]Member: Nah man
Aight. Let him know (I) stopped by. He's got my number. the Wanderer said.
[G6]Member: Fo' sho'
(http://i.imgur.com/Nxu0rW1.png)
Back at the lot, night had fallen and another customer rolled through. After a quick deal, it was time to fire up the Journeys. The caravan rolled out until they found a suitable place to start their work. Hours passed, and the sun broke the horizon. Exhaused, the Wanderer calculated the Nomads take for the night.
It was decent enough.
(http://i.imgur.com/9ljogVL.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/PvJ4fGS.png)
-
Chapter 1-5 : The Gears of War
The night had been long, but quite profitable. Precious cargo had been manufactured on an unprecedented scale. Worn down and exhausted, he began packing the Buffalo for a trip to Los Santos. Business called, and there was work to be had. Calling Harold up, they headed on down south. After a few stops that took way longer than expected, just a few blocks shy, the car ran out of gas.
Why, did he have a feeling that this was going to be a long day?
(http://i.imgur.com/QpGF0yX.png)
The following is an except from the dashboard cam of the Journey. The video portion was corrupted, however audio was not and has been transcribed. Reports are still coming in about the exact circumstances that initiated this.
The Wanderer was sitting at the lot in a Journey when what appeared to be a white sultan appeared with three occupants. The gold trim was unmistakable in color...Luciano. The three men stepped out of the car, and the lead of the three approached the window with guns drawn.
The Wanderer says: Howdy fellas
iBrahim_Luciano says: Dafuck you cooking ma boi.
The Wanderer says: Well, its not possum...that's for sure. But whatever people will buy.
iBrahim_Luciano extends his arm toward his radio as he whispers something into it.
iBrahim_Luciano says (radio): 33-33 FC.
The Wanderer says: If you'll excuse me, stuffs kinda volatile. Hate for it to accidentally blow.
iBrahim_Luciano says: Ahhh, am willing to bust your ass inside your truck. i can leave you alive
At that point, Greasy sprung into action with his knife, slitting the throat of the first man. The other two swung around and started open firing. Not again... the Wanderer thought. He jumped out of the truck and started firing. Greasy was hit, near fatally, and collapsed on the ground. The damage had been done and he made one last effort, to call for backup from the Angels of Death.
Later at the hospital, it was revealed these Lucianos had attempted to rob Greasy earlier in the day.
The shootout lasted a few more minutes before the Lucianos retreated. His body armor was shredded, but he was still alive. That's when a voice came over the Nomad Secure channel instructing him to switch to a different frequency. He did so and received instructions on where to go in Los Santos to organize a retribution strike. Upon arrival, he was greeted by Angels of Death, members of the Svensson family, and fighters from the Flint Liberation Army....all strapped to the teeth with semi automatic and assault style rifles.
(http://i.imgur.com/IUNJvNM.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/40PTrWE.png)
It was time. The Wanderer hopped into one of the vehicles and they headed straight towards the Luciano Headquarters building. By this time, word had reached Jackson Cruise, and he joined the deployed convoy.
(http://i.imgur.com/UZGvZra.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/vHOz1Qi.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/dzn6EVU.png)
The retribution crew pulled up, blocking both ends of the street in front of Luciano HQ. There where a few members hanging around outside, and as the fighters jumped out and got boots on the ground, it was quite reminiscent of a tactical team. The three were forced down onto the ground, and the Wanderer stepped out of the vehicle.
The Wanderer shouts: SO!
AoD Member says: Do you know why we are here?
The Wanderer walked down the sidewalk slowly, pausing at each Luciano and assessing them.
The Wanderer says: Any of you...FINE...Lucianos want to know?
No response. A single shot rings out striking one of the Luciano's in the leg, causing him to scream in pain.
The Wanderer crouched down and grabbed the next Luciano by the hair.
The Wanderer says: How about you, hmm? Got any idea?
Still nothing. Defiant, of course. He couldn't blame them. In the same position he would be just as stoic.
Fine. The Wanderer and an Angel of Death grabbed the Lucianos and grouped them together, guns trained on them from all angles. The Angel of Death member yelled "You've been messing around one too many times with us!" and then open fired. Another Luciano appeared on the other side of the street and bolted towards his Elegy. The sheer number of AK47 bullets ripping through the car was enough to cause an explosion. As he began pissing on the flames of the burning car, he felt something sting him in the side. He winced in pain and felt the area on his side with his hand. Looking down at his hand, he saw it covered in blood. The radio began to chatter about Grove 6th Street being present when he felt the sting again. His vision began to blur and things faded to black as the Wanderer collapsed.
(http://i.imgur.com/7fGCwG6.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/ac5xLr9.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/EdcvQyi.png)
-
You forgot to censor one of the screenshots :(
*cry*
-
You forgot to censor one of the screenshots :(
*cry*
Yes I did, and it has been corrected.
-
It had to be done.
-
In-Game Name:
- Makala_Sparxx.
Previous Names:
- Makala_Luciano
- Makala_Sparxx
- Cruzin
- Makala
- Makala_Sparxx
Groups/Affiliations (Past and present):
- LBM
- Luciano
- SASE
- SASD
- EES
Timezone:
- CTZ - UTC-6:00
Activity per week (in hours):
- This week 18 Hours (So far)
- In future more because summer is coming
List all the assets you own:
- Bullet
- Journey
- House
Have you ever gotten a perm-ban? If yes, explain:
- Yes, I was banned for Multi-accounting in the past (Ban is on Closed Bans)
What is your regular job in game?
- I work for Vaeldious
Give a paragraph description of your character and past:
- Makala Sparxx is a female in her early to mid twenties, she was born and raised in the heart of Los Santos. Makala Sparxx has always been poor, her entire life she was in search of any kind of job to help her get off of her feet and get her life moving. The past week Makala Sparxx met a very unique invididual named "Vaeldious". He took her under his wing in hopes of a better life. Makala is living in a small part of Bone County with "V" to get a better life for her.
-
In-Game Name:
- Makala_Sparxx.
You've already been prescreened and approved for membership per conversations in game. We still need to sit down and discuss what exactly kind of employment/position/responsibilities youd feel comfortable with. Thanks for applying, and Welcome to the Nomads!
-
Chapter 1-6 : Back to Business
The Wanderer woke up in All-Saint-General Hospital. A strange Pastor was standing over him with bible in Hand. Oh, you're awake?" the Pastor asked. Struggling to get up out of bed, the Wanderer made it to his feet, and even with a couple stiched up bullet wounds to his back, was able to make it out the door. The Pastor brought the car around and the Wanderer slowly got in. They only drove a few blocks down the road before pulling up to the Araatus Headquarters. Someone here would like to speak with you, son.
The Wanderer knew who it was.
The conversation was kept short, as Araatus agreed to help watch the Nomads back while in Los Santos, but that Araatus had a "stay clear of eachother" pact with the Lucianos. They also talked about Harrold, and respectfully, Araatus allowed Harrold to be dual-joined to two seperate crime families. The Nomads now had firepower.
(http://i.imgur.com/aixkI3c.png)
Gearing back up, the Nomads pushed hard that day, to make up for the prior losses. Business was doing very well now, so well, they were able to set up an off-shore account from Bayside.
(http://i.imgur.com/0pm0VZ8.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/7z9hTl9.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/G6fVYPL.png)
Later that evening, Greasy called the Wanderer up. Something was going down, and him showing up would be appreciated. Grabbing the keys to his Buffalo, he sent a SMS to their latest recruit, Makala Sparxx, letting her know to get ready for her first ride-along as a Nomad.
They arrived up north, in Tierra Robada, where a church was having Friday mass. They waited outside for what felt like hours. One of the Wanderers regular customers was in dire need with cash in hand, so he sent Makala on errand. She performed exceptionally on her first real-world training session. At that point, she walked up to the Wanderer and whispered something to him. That's when he knew it was time to go. Apologizing and heading out, that's when the sun began to set.
(http://i.imgur.com/WxvFOEg.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/5j8qILL.png)
A few hours elapsed with no trace or record of the Wanderer's location via GPS on his phone, or any transponder on his vehicles.
The day was all but won it seems, as he went out and purchased a 3rd vehicle for the fleet. As night fell, the three worked tirelessly into the night.
(http://i.imgur.com/t3p0IvL.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/Je3aSzV.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/v0LyOzJ.png)
-
It seems very organised, also awesome topic! :app:
Good luck with this V,
See you in game! :war:
-
Nice one, Vael!
Good luck and hope to RP with you soon!
-
Chapter 1-7 : Recruiting Season
The cashflow of the Nomads was gushing like the oilfields at Octane Springs. The biggest problem they were facing was time. ...and time is money. The wares at Gas Station X were providing enough of an income to keep the property, though it looked fairly rundown, there was more than enough room for the math equipment from Greenglass College and cake ingredients for the local donut shop in Fort Carson. Through the Gas Station, though, they were able to pick up recruits. Makala went above and beyond assisting the trainees and getting everything set up. A valuable asset to the team already, she was proving to be.
(http://i.imgur.com/8H7aphF.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/jUXnYWV.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/BforfVj.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/gnpCz1W.png)
At the end of the day, the teamwork paid off. While waiting and watching the sun set over the valley, the Wanderer kept mulling over something Makala had suggested. Night crept in, and he decided. He turned his attention east.
(http://i.imgur.com/MqB8nNM.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/G9xTYFX.png)
-
Chapter 1-8 : Mondays...Redux
The doors opened and the recruits came pouring in. One by one, they'd line up, waiting for their chance at a sizeable fortune, if they were willing to be patient, follow orders, and work hard. And one by one, they flaked away, succumbing to the pressures of high-risk high-reward. The fire they were trying to start was no 2-cycle oil and gas mixture...this was NOS-infused high-octane jet fuel they were unleashing onto the burning sands.
Good help, the Wanderer thought, was always hard to find.
The story of Chris_Paddle is one such story. Brought in under supervision as a recruit, he betrayed the one golden rule: Club Loyalty. He accused the Wanderers' Trusted Aide of with-holding cash from him. After several attempts to explain failed, the Wanderer had only one option: Exile. After Exile, Chris insisted with trying to push Nomad property off the cliff and ultimately with a kamakaze attack that ended his own life. The voodoo doctor Manoni was summoned to keep the spirit of Chris Paddle from rising from the ashes and haunting the Nomads, and banished his spirit from the realm.
(http://i.imgur.com/oBZB4bR.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/QHTbhBV.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/UKOlLoG.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/A38RhER.png)
Times were tough indeed. The desert was unforgiving for anything that dare thrived there...and it seemed the more the Nomads dared, the more of Nature receded and made way for their endeavors. The day drummed down to a calm state, and he fired up his equipment. A few minutes went by, a hiss of smoke. Another few minutes, more smoke.....then he heard the unmistakable sound of a chopper. A lone LSPD officer hovered over him, and had surely spotted him. Mondays... the Wanderer thought as he mentally prepared to stall as long as possible, and expected to be tasered.
Strangely, the officer wasn't looking at the truck with disgust, as if he was about to have it towed....no; completely ignoring the criminal activities.
LSPD officer: Can you teach me how to cook?
Wanderer: I...uh.....sure.....but you gotta go off duty first.
The officer hopped in and got a ride to Fort Carson PD, and went off duty. Training had begun for the new recruit.
What could have been a $10,000 loss in equipment quickly turned into another member silently joining the ranks of the Nomads.
(http://i.imgur.com/fTL8oDr.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/nq0huc5.png)
-
Amazing job V! :)
-
Amazing job V! :)
Thanks. Took a lot of what I learned during my time in Sopranos and applied it. Definitely wouldnt have been possible without you, Johan.
-
Chapter 1-9 : Redsands
Another day on the grind, several more kilos moved, one step closer to the Nomads plan of dropping anchor in this barren little waste. The call came in, and the Wanderer answered...like always. The regular buyer this time wanted some product that, well, honestly just wasn't worth the Nomads time to deal with. Shuffling the customer off, they continued unpacking their latest acquisition at the lot: a Bandito. The customer, however was insistant. Makala picked up the slack and attempted to deal. Vincent_Sauvage, the customer, didn't like the deal one bit and decided to make digging remarks.
Makala, however, was less than impressed. Vincent stopped by the lot one more time to try to make a desperate deal, when he made his fatal mistake, yelling at Makala Shut the f*** up, one more word and you'll die! then quickly leaving the lot. The Wanderer didn't have to say a word, he could see the fury in her eyes. She made a few phone calls and geared up. She called Vincent back and demanded that he come back by the lot. He did, only with other recruit Sauvage members. Andeey from Highway Runners had already rolled into the lot as backup with his favorite RPG strapped to his back, but this was something she needed to do herself.
They gave Vincent multiple chances, and in the end, he chose to live by the gun, and die by the gun.
(http://i.imgur.com/ybIvi2L.png)
This of course, soured any relations that may have been developing between Sauvages and Nomads. The Wanderer didn't believe this was a direct act of war ordered by the Sauvage, but rather an irate customer service experience gone horribly sideways.
Police came and went for a short period investigating alleged gunshots in the area, but no arrests were made.
Soon enough, night fell on the Red Sands, and it was back to work. Tomorrow would be an interesting day for sure, for what he had planned.
(http://i.imgur.com/inY3Y0o.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/wNaLMqM.png)
-
You are running the group in amazing way man, i really enjoy roleplaying and performing deals with you, take this as far as you can.
-
Chapter 1-10 : Redsands (part 2)
The night did not go as planned. Carlito Sauvage, formidable leader of El Familia Sauvage, caught wind of Vincent's execution on Nomad sands. Carlito, furious, sent the Wanderer some very straight to the point texts. There was no choice for the Wanderer other then a face to face. Sending a single communication to the Grove Street Families, the Wanderer went outside to the lot and waited.
It wasn't long before Carlito's car was seen pulling in through the fog into the lot. The Wanderer leaned back against the car, lighting up a cigarette. So I guess this is about Vincent, eh? he asked, having already made his Plan B if diplomacy failed.
We had a friendship, bro Carlito said as he loaded his gun. Artemis Sauvage and Paledian Sauvage stood on either side of the Wanderer, guns pointed at him. Why'd you have to do this?
The Wanderer tossed his cigarette down. He made his choice. And I'm giving you one chance to walk out of this.
Carlito, baffled, responded, Wait, what? You kill my partner and expect me to let you live?
The Wanderer chuckled slightly. You still don't realize you're outnumbered, do you?
Enraged, Carlito dug his weapon into the Wanderers' chest and simply yelled, This is for Vincent! firing multiple times.
Several more shots rang out as the Wanderer crumpled to the ground. Redsands... he thought, amused by the irony and seeing all the blood on the sands, as the world faded to black.
(http://i.imgur.com/X9fl46M.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/HJ0NNb1.png)
To be continued, Chapter 2-1 : Redsands (part 3)
Special Thanks (OOC)
I think we all enjoyed how this RP evolved over the short span of a week, and suprisingly worked its way into so many players days. For everything you see here in Chapter One, it would not have been possible without these players. I might have forgotten a few names, but you know who you are. Special thanks also extends towards FLA, Luciano and el Familia Sauvage for roleplays that were on larger scales that still remained a non-DM fest.
Thanks to you all, and see you in Chapter II. Also, dont't spoil the outcome for those who may not have been present.
[In no particular order]
Makala_Sparks
TheGreasyChoppa
James_Gooding
Jackson_Cruise
=AV=Salmonella
Svennson and the FLA
Harold_Araatus
[GSF]Blake
Artemis_Sauvage
[GSF]Ruff_Rolla
[G6]Tony_Richards
Alexis_Rosso
John_Taggart
Carlito_Sauvage
[WS]Peter
[G6]JefferyConnors
Mobius
(HR)Andeey_Morrison
(HR)Ellz
Pastor_Devon
Ibrahim_Luciano
[WS]Verz
Paledian_Sauvage
Vincent_Sauvage
Chris_Paddle
Damien_Taylor
-
What a great chapter! So glad I could be apart of it. So much more to come!
-
Really great stuff V, looking forward to the next chapter, indeed! :app: :app: :app:
-
Great effort V, keep it up!
-
Real life obligations have surfaced and as such, I will be inactive for the next few days. Should be able to start Chapter 2 on my return, and I expect Nomads to carry on in my wake.
-
Back from inactivity. Updated main page properties to include Nomad Desert Home Furnishings - Fort Carson.
-
Chapter 2-1 : Redsands (part 3)
As the Wanderer's eyes closed, several additional gunshots rang out. The Grove the Wanderer had texted had arrived via Shamal, but a moment too late. Artemis and Paledian had both already turned against their former Sauvage leader for refuge among the Nomads...and Carlito? Didn't see Artemis's gun shift from the Wanderer to him. The Grove rushed to the Wanderer's side, ripping his shirt open.
'Chea. Best NOT be a foo'
The Wanderer, winced in pain. Yeah, yeah. Kevlar. Always. Now help me up...
The Grove helped the Wanderer to his feet as Artemis and Paledian loaded the body into the trunk.
Couple broken ribs.. he thought as he tossed his keys to the Grove. Coulda been worse. Don't push your luck next time.
I know juss tha spot to dump 'em. I'll torch the car when done.
Insurance would pay for the car, but that wasn't on the Wanderer's mind. Flopping down on his bed, he closed his eyes.
It was going to be a long day tomorrow...but tonight there would be rest.
(http://i.imgur.com/PxqWWwl.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/r9JURfF.png)
-
Nice work V, keep it up.
-
Chapter 2-2 : Doc's Orders
The Wanderer rubbed his chest tenderly. Two broken ribs and a partially punctured lung. Beats being in a casket... he thought. The Doc had ordered him to stay out of trouble for a week, and no heavy lifting. This should be a breeze. Of course the only thing to do in free time would be to spend some money...so he picked out a nice little store to run furniture out of.
Barely a few hours had passed since the first running of the ads...and a customer. The Wanderer heard a thick Italian accent, and he gave directions to the newly-established Nomad business.
The Italian seemed genuinely interested in most of the sales pitches the Wanderer threw at him, racking up a higher and higher bill. The money should have been a win, but the Wanderer still felt like something was missing.
(http://i.imgur.com/FkFOBzY.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/b0Vsq26.png)
Maybe some road time will shake things off... he thought as he climbed into the Road Train loaded with the furniture. After a rather uneventful trip (except stopping in Montgomery for Fuel and a gas station hot dog), the truck rolled into Temple. Unloading the truck seemed a bit more complicated with his broken ribs. Finally unloading the last TV 1 and Bookshelf 1 from the truck, the two chatted for a minute about specific requests for furniture.
That's of course, when a Cheetah pulled up with two Lucianos. They questioned the Wanderer and his customer for a few minutes...seemed they were after a different kind of shipment. Finally, some action... he gleefully though with one hand on his deagle tucked behind his shirt.
(http://i.imgur.com/6jrw3g7.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/VxOs0zt.png)
Or not. Seems they were looking for more contraband contacts. This was just furniture....this time.
Maybe we can have a sit down with Ibrahim in the near future. the Wanderer suggested.
Maybe, when he's back in town. came the reply. The Lucianos returned to their car and sped off.
Getting back on track... he thought as he stopped on the LS/LV Highway for a quick deal. Not even Doc's Orders could stop Nomads from earning their keep.
(http://i.imgur.com/IcuveUe.png)
-
Chapter 2-3 : Broken Arrow
Hitting the road, the Wanderer went for a drive to think. He had barely pulled out of Fort Carson when he saw a convoy of heavy duty vehicles pass by. He followed them from a distance, and switched his CB over to give the alert. This has GOT to be Flint Liberation Army related... he thought as he followed them into Los Santos.
Bridges, Tolls, Tracks...blocked with rebel barricades. Was Los Santos being kept out of Flint? he mused as he pulled down the highway in a Boxville just out of range of a police checkpoint. He heard the cue over CB and floored the idled Boxville. The Van leaped forwards as several vehicles overran the checkpoint from the other direction. The van skidded sideways, providing cover for the FLA members as they made short work of all Lawdogs on the scene.
(http://i.imgur.com/tmS5vhb.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/mazmLm6.png)
Continuing on with the rebel convoy, they resupplied in Dillmore momentarily before heading to the next checkpoint, at the LS/LV tunnel. The Lawdogs there were pushed back quickly by the fury of the armada, and off the cliff on the San Fierro side.
Now the Wanderer HAD seen everything...including raining dead Lawdogs into the water around San Fierro Airport.
(http://i.imgur.com/OowPt9X.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/61eqaDq.png)
Soon the heat was off them, and they regrouped in Angel Pine for celebration. In one crushing move, the FLA had struck deep into the core of SAPD, even bringing down one of their choppers. It was definitely a good day.
(http://i.imgur.com/5x2TTAM.png)
Several hours passed by, and the Wanderer found himself back at the lot. He heard some commotion behind him and glanced in the mirror...
What the actual f***? is all he could say out loud.
(http://i.imgur.com/LXMjfIa.png)
After a celebratory hike across San Andreas, the Svenssons and FLA retired to Gas Station 9 Airport, courtesy of Lustig Airways.
(http://i.imgur.com/KHDjyG6.png)
-
Very nice V! :app:
-
V!!! your doing great job on fourms , I do really like it , best of luck bruh`
-
I really enjoy reading it, keep it up man! :D
-
Chapter 2-4 : Can't Stop The Signal, Mal
A few days had passed, and Flint Country was still in disarray. Most of the Lawdogs were tied up with the Freedom Fighters, and had left the Nomads alone...and that was the time they needed to start moving forwards again. Jackson had been spending his free time close with the Flint Liberation Army fighting the good fight, like a true Nomad would.
Tensions with the Lucianos had subsided and eased, and business arrangements were being made again. The cease-fire seemed to be holding, as long as both parties were profiting. The Wanderer changed into his old Mechanic jumpsuit and headed to Los Santos to make a few more deals...this time for Gems mined from the quarry.
(http://i.imgur.com/OORhRgV.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/p8LkRmD.png)
After donning his desert gear again, he made his way to Pershing Square for a bit of reflection. The last Nomad meeting had raised a few interesting points about his pet project, the Furniture Store. It had been performing poorly, and taxes would be due soon.
Would it be better just to sell the store and shift assets? He pondered from the best view of Pershing. The gas station was still quite lucrative, though. Even if it was just a meeting spot at times. The parking lot there is worth more than the whole furniture store.
(http://i.imgur.com/A0Pdte3.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/Yab2stf.png)
The Wanderer made his way back to the lot, as one of the newer Nomads was showing promise and skill at cooking meth. A few other potential prospects had surfaced as well, as the Nomads continued to grow in strength, numbers and support. They weren't an Army like FLA, but then again...they weren't at war either.
(http://i.imgur.com/IemLn9R.png)
After moving a sizeable chunk of product, there was enough funding for the next expansion...the old radio station in Fort Carson. The Nomads ended up remodeling the entire place, bringing another spark back to life in Fort Carson. The Wanderer sat down in the studio, gazing at the equipment and smirked.
Now all that's missing is an ArgoRadio DJ, and some FLA propaganda to spread.
(http://i.imgur.com/CfcRzIR.jpg)
(http://i.imgur.com/xCspDLZ.png)
-
Its nice brotha`
-
Its nice brotha
Much appreciated. Thanks also goes to the Luciano Family for not escalating to war over trivial matters and willingness to reconcile.
Additionally, expect the next 1 or 2 sections of Chapter 2 later today.
-
Chapter 2-5 : Summit
The Wanderer's phone rang.
Hello?
Yeah...is this V from Carson?
Speaking...who's this?
Pete McMurphy...we have a mutual acquaintance. Duke Manson? he heard through the thick irish accent.
Sure. What's going on?
There was a slight sigh. Prolly best if ya come down to Verona Beach Pier to chat...
The Wanderer hopped into his Buffalo and headed towards Los Santos. He hadn't seen Duke in a little while, So, this should be good... he thought. Arriving at the pier, he went into the Angels of Deaths' bar. A prospect greeted him, as the Irishman motioned to sit at one of the tables. After bringing the men beers, the prospect went about his duties.
The lengthy conversation can be summed up...Duke Manson was missing/killed in action somewhere, and the Angels Camp was dividing. They came to a business agreement and offered support as the other needed. The Wanderer accepted the details for the Nomads, except wearing any MC patch. Not since Liberty City. he answered when asked why not. Some things are better buried and in the past.
Thus, the Angels of Death and Nomads became Blood Brothers.
(http://i.imgur.com/3vP82OX.png)
It wasn't long after returning to Fort Carson, when the Wanderer's phone rang again. The Army Council leader of Flint Liberation Army made a special trip to Fort Carson, as he had gotten word from Jackson that the Wanderer was seeking a Summit. At the Broadcasting Studio, the Wanderer offered it to the FLA for usage as they saw fit and for any FLA ArgoRadio DJs. Hubbe gracefully accepted and they solidified the bond between groups. The Wanderer smiled, things hadn't run so smoothly...Not since Liberty City.
Thus, the Flint Liberation Army and the Nomads became Blood Brothers.
(http://i.imgur.com/YbRGJRU.png)
Hubbe had left when the Wanderers' phone rang again.
What now...? he thought, answering the call.
There was a pause, followed by a sharp inhale followed by a pause. Vaeldious Coronis... the voice said. ...You are indeed a hard one to find.
The Wanderers' blood ran cold. He hadn't heard that voice in a long time.
Not since Liberty City.
(http://i.imgur.com/6nHTZrX.png)
-
Chapter 2-6 : Revenant
The Wanderer called Jackson away from the fight in Flint Country.
What's up, boss? Jackson asked.
He couldn't tell him the whole truth. Not about this. I've got a business trip to go on. In the meantime, you'll be acting leader of the Nomads of Carson. He gave Jackson a laundry list of things to do and not do in his absence. Keep up the good work, and don't break anything while I'm gone. The Wanderer joked.
(http://i.imgur.com/klnEFPy.png)
He called up the Pastor from the church he had recently made a major donation to, for a ride to the airport. The entire ride, he said nothing, though the Pastor tried to make conversation. They arrived at the airport, and the Pastor offered to come along, if the Wanderer needed his help.
For where I'm going, and what needs to be done... he paused for a moment. ...I sure as hell hope I don't need a Pastor.
(http://i.imgur.com/FkjrUOi.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/nDJyTzA.png)
As he boarded the Andromeda, the skies darkened and it began to rain. Seated by the window, he watched the runway slowly disappear and the ominous black clouds grew larger as they ascended. His mind kept going over what all the caller had said. How is she still alive....after all these years? He wondered.
No matter. He knew what had to be done. Hopefully he would be back soon and no one would ever know what he had done. If not, Jackson was entirely capable of leading. If not... He dared not think about it further, and focused on what was waiting for him in Liberty City and what it meant he may have to sacrifice.
(http://i.imgur.com/02GE2Tf.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/JzXnKnI.gif)
-
i freaking love this
-
This is just awsome :)
-
This is just awsome :)
i freaking love this
Glad people are enjoying reading the tales as much as we are enjoying the RP of it.
Just got the call in, and clocking out for vacation now. Ill be on the forums likely, but I'll see you all in-game when I get back. I won't have Skype available, so if you need to get in touch with me, PM me here on the forums.
Until I get back around the 27th, I'd love some feedback from those of you following this, as far as where to go from here, speculation of who the caller might have been, what "needs to be done" and so on. Any friends, associates, enemies, and even our boys in blue are welcome to chime in.
Thanks for giving us this opportunity, and of course, we'll keep sharing.
#NomadsDoItDifferently
-
Chapter 2-7 : Over Take
Upon the Wanderer's sudden leave, the Nomads are still fully committed and running everything since his leave. The Wanderer's partner has taken up some past clients, keeping his business men happy. After a sudden phone call of one of his well known buddies, S travels to the lot to with hold a transaction.
(http://i.imgur.com/pVJg58d.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/ZByzaWT.png)
(http://imgur.com/oHEyybk)
(http://i.imgur.com/oHEyybk.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/HrdVqtr.png)
TheGreasyChopper(25) says: Evenin'.
Makala_Sparxx.(47) says: Evening.
TheGreasyChopper(25) says: Here's the cash, I'll load up the equipment in the back.
Makala_Sparxx.(47) Slides a suitcase out of the back
TheGreasyChopper(25) says: Pleasure doin' business.
Makala_Sparxx.(47) says: My plesure.
Since the Wanderers leave Makala has been doing everything in her power to keep the Nomads running smoothly. Not knowing the time of the Wanderers arrival, Makala is trying to keep everything as organized and well managed when he decides to come back.
Before the night came to a close, Makala checked all of the campers and the windows making sure they were all secure and able to make it through the night in case something horrible out takes.
(http://i.imgur.com/7sYDqF8.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/A8tcBv1.png)
-
Great job, keep the story going, make your own, even just shout out :app:
-
Great job, keep the story going, make your own, even just shout out :app:
When you comming back ?
-
I should be back the 27th
-
Very nice V! :app:
-
Coming back from vacation. Should be settled back in around 12 hrs from now. Love the activity, Nomads...see you all soon
-
Just Great!!
:app: :war: :app: :war:
-
Chapter 2-8 : Over Take (Part 2)
A single Shamal descended from the skies and approached for touchdown in Los Santos. Feeling the vibrations of the private jet as it slowed, she lifted her drink from the IKEA looking table so it wouldn't spill. The tires barked slightly and the jet came to a stop at the end of the runway. She took the pen from her mouth...yeah, it was a habit from childhood that she couldn't exactly shake. Standing up, she smoothed out her suit and shouldered her purse.
Exiting the Shamal, an Infernus sat running, waiting.
Just like V had promised she thought, amused.
I'm going to guess that you are Mr. Coronis's contact?
That is correct madam.
She nodded and entered the vehicle.
(http://i.imgur.com/xC8eE2m.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/YhimZde.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/Dwk7m0v.png)
They drove from the Airport, heading towards Fort Carson. She barely looked up from the paperwork as he tried to make small talk. Arriving at the decrepit antenna, she got out of the car and took a few photos. Hopping back in the car, she drew a "1" on one of her keys. Heading a short way down the street, they arrived at the Gas Station. She took a few more pictures, and labelled another key "2".
Alright, looks like the last Asset is called...."the lot"? she read from the paperwork.
Maximiliano nodded and they headed across the tracks. She looked at the patch of dirt with a few trailers on it, and sighed.
These guys are all the same she thought, looking at the dust covered living quarters.
How much do I owe you for the pickup? she asked.
Maximiliano shook his head. V already paid for that.
She paused for a moment surprised. Really? After everything he had told her? she almost said, but caught herself, remembering why she was there. Well, thank you, Mr.....? she asked as she offered her hand.
Fontana. Maximiliano Fontana.
Following suit, she responded Grace. Daxton Grace. as she shook his hand. She turned around, looking at the mess in front of her, pulling out her keys. Walking up to the main Nomad trailer, she looked through the keys, and picked the one with a star on it.
She slid it in the lock, and it effortlessly popped open.
Just like V had promised she thought, still amused. He may still have a chance, if he keeps up his promises.
(http://i.imgur.com/B7ukhIr.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/MHXBAuS.png)
-
Good to see you back V
-
:)
-
Gambino Family has been listed as Heathens, after the unnecessary death of a Nomad during a robbery by Steve_Gambino and Drake_Gambino. The Nomad was able to send a text alert before her death. She complied with the robbers and was still brutally shot in the head on Nomad soil.
10k is offered per Gambino head until the entire group is eradicated, or @Rumen_ is willing to negotiate a Cease Fire.
All Nomads and Nomad allies are authorized to execute on sight. Payment is to be determined by a valid /SU showing execution. A copy of this Decree shall be posted on the Gambino Group Page as well.
Edit: Strike through text that does not apply, per HQ
-
First attempts at establishing a Cease Fire with Gambino Family have failed.
-
Second attempt to establish a Cease Fire with Gambino Family has failed.
EDIT: Third and final attempt to establish a Cease Fire has failed. Decree has changed to eradication only, 50k offered for Rumen captured alive.
Rules of engagement: Payment only available with a valid /su or /crime of a deceased Gambino member. You cannot execute a member twice.
Edit: Strike through text that does not apply, per HQ
-
Awaiting for report about the 3rd
-
Shit that was fast..
-
(http://i.imgur.com/RQaoU25.png)
All peace talks have ceased. Threats to Nomads will not be tolerated.
-
Shit that was fast..
A death of a Nomad must be repaid twofold and in half the time.
(http://i.imgur.com/RQaoU25.png)
All peace talks have ceased. Threats to Nomads will not be tolerated.
*sigh* let me get the harvester
-
You have to admit its cute tho :D
-
To be fair, I did attempt to offer an olive branch several times.
After blatant disregard for peace talks, bounties offered:
Rumen_Gambino
Drake_Gambine
Stephen_Gambino
Silvester_Gambino
Steve_Gambino
Any other Gambino affiliates as well.
Per HQ, public bounties have been removed.
-
To be fair, I did attempt to offer an olive branch several times. After blatant disregard for peace talks, bounties offered:
Rumen_Gambino
Drake_Gambine
Stephen_Gambino
Silvester_Gambino
Steve_Gambino
Any other Gambino affiliates as well.
You guys set bounties on our head but why did goed to afk when we came.
Easy to talk on forum.
(http://i.imgur.com/mf6ldx5.png?1)
-
Make that 50,000$ ready because im comming te get it.
-
You guys set bounties on our head but why did goed to afk when we came.
Easy to talk on forum.
(http://i.imgur.com/mf6ldx5.png?1)
Shiit I and Drake killed her :eek: :eek:
-
You guys set bounties on our head but why did goed to afk when we came.
Probably because I was on the forum at 4am local time and I fell asleep.
You come onto our turf, execute one of our members, disregard all attempts to establish a business relationship....of course talks on forums are easy. This won't be a one day war. This won't be resolved by camping at our HQ. This won't resolve until every last Gambino has fallen in retribution to our fallen comrade. We would have accepted a Cease Fire negotiation, but your unwarranted persecution has left us no option.
The Luciano Family has been listed as Heathens towards the Nomads of Carson, after the unnecessary death of a Nomad during a robbery by Steve_Gambino and Drake_Gambino. After attempted Cease Fire talks failed multiple times, bounties have been issued on all surviving Gambinos.
The Luciano Family has broken the terms of the original agreement as evidenced on the Nomads page by supporting known Heathens. No bounties will be issued towards Lucianos as no blood has been spilled. Nomads stand open to re-negotiations with the Luciano Family, but all talks of peace have ceased with the Gambinos.
All Nomads and Nomad allies are authorized to execute Gambinos on sight in retribution, however Cease Fire agreements are underway with Lucianos and until negotiations are either a success or failure, no Nomad will attack a Luciano, unless fired upon first. A copy of this Decree shall be posted on the Luciano Group Page as well.
-
Per management, the public bounty offer has been rescinded.
This does NOT change the stance between Nomads and Gambinos.
-
(http://imgup.pl/di/DRJF/sa-mp-425.png)
Nomads thank you for your assistance. Our member will be greatly missed, however this may grant the survivors some peace of mind.
This does NOT change the stance between Nomads and Gambino family.
-
If you want war you will get it. You say killing all Gambinos will cease the war but we will be one to wipe you out. Since there is no peace we have no other option than fighting back.
(http://i.imgur.com/Cclrgdv.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/7SbpmLZ.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/M1jLr7K.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/7EMimO0.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/IG6rsEM.png)
Our message is clear:
Mess with the best,Die with the rest.
Copy of this will be in Gambino family topic
-
If you want war you will get it. You say killing all Gambinos will cease the war but we will be one to wipe you out. Since there is no peace we have no other option than fighting back.
You come into Nomad Turf and attack our members and call us the Aggressor? I don't think you were there at the initial attack, but executing someone that is compliant with a robbery is very poor RP and just an excuse to deathmatch, especially after they were given the cash that was on hand. Returning time after time to our HQ to harass someone who clearly is NOT a Nomad is even weaker of an excuse to deathmatch.
And I wouldn't call 3 armed men vs 1 unarmed woman "the best".
-
You come into Nomad Turf and attack our members and call us the Aggressor? I don't think you were there at the initial attack, but executing someone that is compliant with a robbery is very poor RP and just an excuse to deathmatch, especially after they were given the cash that was on hand. Returning time after time to our HQ to harass someone who clearly is NOT a Nomad is even weaker of an excuse to deathmatch.
And I wouldn't call 3 armed men vs 1 unarmed woman "the best".
Boy or girl we dont care.If you want war we will do.If you saying that "DM" what is this:
(http://imgup.pl/di/DRJF/sa-mp-425.png)
Killing other members is poor RP too.
AND YOUR GIRL DIE WHEN SHE WAS PUSHED ON THE WATER.WE DIDNT SHOOTED ON HER.
-
That would be a bounty collected.
-
The hit on Drake was completely justified retaliation after he murdered a Nomad that complied with your robbery attempt, however Drake was not executed by a Nomad. You are the ones that started this "war" with your bloodlust. Of course we will defend ourselves as necessary.
-
V take care !!!
Mess with the best die with the rest
Please don't mess with them :D :D
We want you alive hhahahaha
Have a good week bro.
-
V take care !!!
Mess with the best die with the rest
Please don't mess with them :D :D
We want you alive hhahahaha
Have a good week bro.
Thanks, and we will. They brought this war to us. We have done nothing but defensive measures and yet still we remain.
-
Who's messing with V, eh?
-
Who's messing with V, eh?
Yeah who's messing?!
-
Who's messing with V, eh?
Yeah who's messing?!
Gambinos. Came into Fort Carson, robbed a Nomad then killed her after they got the cash. Nomads reached out to establish a cease fire 3 times, and they turned it down. They keep claiming "we started the war" yet have camped twice at the lot in Nomad Territory. Since then, they've killed 1 more female member. Nothing that can't be handled through Nomads or Allies :D I appreciate the support though, brothers!
-
OK. Tell me if two friends who are in the same group coming to rob a random person who turns out to be a nomad is a group starting war? :uhm:
-
OK. Tell me if two friends who are in the same group coming to rob a random person who turns out to be a nomad is a group starting war? :uhm:
Stephen and Drake robbed a Nomad in Nomad Territory, far away from Gambino HQ. I never said war, you are the ones that keep using that term. Heathens are not trusted nor dealt with in business. In this case, both Stephen and Drakes death would have been sufficient since after they robbed the Nomad, they NEEDLESSLY executed her. After 3 attempts to negotiate a cease fire with Rumen failed, that lead to the bounties on Gambinos.
In every single case, it has been Gambino coming into Fort Carson or our lot and attacking Nomads. Never once was a Nomad armed. That also speaks volumes about the group you are in and how their playstyle is. Then you magically remembered to bring a battering ram to the last player you killed that was OBVIOUSLY NOT a Nomad.
-
Chapter 2-9 : Saving Grace
Some time had passed and Daxton found herself waiting at Glenn Park. Seems all of his contacts were legit after all, she thought to herself as a second car pulled up. A quick sale of equipment and ingredients for about 50k...not bad.
(http://i.imgur.com/fBXt0xb.png)
Back at Fort Carson, one of the Nomad's mechanics found himself in a dangerous position. Two Gambinos approached him, demanding money. After stepping out of the car and handing over his entire paycheck of $1003, he was then gunned down inside Nomad territory, even while being unarmed.
(http://i.imgur.com/v2hexuG.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/xW6JAOK.png)
Daxton had made it back to the lot and awaited for the Gambinos to show again on Nomad turf. They finally did, falling into the trap perfectly. After a quick standoff, since she was unarmed against 3 fully grown armed men, she was taken by car to one of the piers in Los Santos and was pushed off.
She chucked to herself as she swam away from the group.
(http://i.imgur.com/owDbfG8.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/dYQyjbx.png)
About an hour passed and she found herself back at the lot, with a mysterious package left on the doorstep. The horrid smell got even worse after opening it....it was the decaying head of Drake.
One down, two to go. She smiled as she kissed the severed head on the forehead. One, Two, gonna get you. You'll be bled, and loose your head... she sung to the severed head, putting it back in the box, and patting it on the head.
(http://i.imgur.com/zwRN9uz.png)
(http://imgup.pl/di/DRJF/sa-mp-425.png)
-
Gambinos.
What are Gambinos? Chips Co.?
See ya in-game =V= :)
-
What are Gambinos? Chips Co.?
See ya in-game =V= :)
Its G-A-M-B-I-N-O :mad: :mad: :mad:
-
Chapter 2-10 : Second Summit
Makala was completely resistant to the acting leader in the Wanderer's absence. She picked Daxton up at the lot.
There's something I have to tell you..
Daxton looked up. Oh? She started.
I'm leaving the Nomads. I've got an opportunity, and I'm going after it. Makala said quickly.
I understand. You will always have a place here.
(http://i.imgur.com/fzhYJVm.png)
Makala waited outside while Daxton went to Luciano HQ to attempt Cease Fire negotiations. It became apparent that the business arrangement could be continued, and Lucianos would not interfere with the Gambinos and Nomads resolving their differences.
Thus, a Cease Fire was Established between Nomads and Lucianos.
(http://i.imgur.com/IiZVnhy.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/NraElpN.png)
Makala picked Daxton up and they headed towards Montgomery next. It didn't take long to find the Highway Runner's President. Pulling off the road, Daxton and Stof went inside to discuss terms of the alliance.
Thus, the Nomads and Highway Runners became Blood Brothers
(http://i.imgur.com/Foyc6Zi.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/1lDC4zK.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/5t2GGMi.png)
-
Chapter 2-10 : Second Summit
Makala, completely resistant to the acting leader in Vaeldious's absence. She picked Daxton up at the lot.
There's something I have to tell you..
Daxton looked up. Oh? She started.
I'm leaving the Nomads. Makala said quickly.
I understand. You will always have a place here.
(http://i.imgur.com/fzhYJVm.png)
Makala waited outside while Daxton went to Luciano HQ to attempt Cease Fire negotiations. It became apparent that the business arrangement could be continued, and Lucianos would not interfere with the Gamblino and Nomads resolving their differences.
Thus, a Cease Fire was Established between Nomads and Lucianos.
(http://i.imgur.com/IiZVnhy.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/NraElpN.png)
Makala picked Daxton up and they headed towards Montgomery next. It didn't take long to find the Highway Runner's President. Pulling off the road, Daxton and Stof went inside to discuss terms of the alliance.
Thus, the Nomads and Highway Runners became Blood Brothers
(http://i.imgur.com/Foyc6Zi.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/1lDC4zK.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/5t2GGMi.png)
Nice story :)
Tho its G-A-M-B-I-N-O not Gamblino :)
-
Took me a minute to find that typo.....it's been corrected.
-
Chapter 3-1 : Insurgent
Makala's departure from Nomads was still quite a shock to the other Nomads.
We need a boy in blue though... Daxton thought.
It didn't take long to find an officer that spoke a common language....money. They talked for a short while in the warehouse, and Daxton revealed what she REALLY needed from the officer.
Access, sweetie. I need a list of all police, coast guard, heavy air, swat, fbi vehicles, where they are located and access codes to get them. Get that for me, and youll need a bigger wallet. she told him. Within 24 hours she got the list she wanted from the officer.
(http://i.imgur.com/7Ym1Dsw.png)
Heading to LS Bank to make a money transfer, she came out of the bank and took a seat in the Buffalo. In an instant it seemed, the parking lot was filled with law enforcement officers, most with guns drawn. She threw her keys out the window, and slowly stepped out.
So whats this all about, boys? she asked, hoping it wasn't about the access list.
Well ma'am, we've got a lot of reports that this vehicle is being used for narcotics. the officer explained.
Good. she thought and gave them permission to search the cleaned vehicle.
Finding nothing, the officers moved on, apologizing.
(http://i.imgur.com/jUJFCNX.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/8D947Jc.png)
Now, for some hired gun support she thought as she pulled into Ganton. It didn't take long to get the Groves and Flint Liberation Army on the same page once it was revealed what the target was.
Nomads were going to steal a Hunter for FLA. The access codes worked, and soon the Hunter was en route to Angel Pine for delivery.
Now Nomads had a Lawdog on their leash. Things were running smoothly.
(http://i.imgur.com/DGxBual.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/8rDmcrB.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/7TVmFo8.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/NvutlgL.jpg)
-
(http://i.imgur.com/7TVmFo8.png)
holy shit :rofl:
Although you did not get the full panoramic view of that traffic stop.
(http://i.imgur.com/9pSx7aY.png)
-
holy shit :rofl:
It was an awesome RP stealing the Hunter from HeavyAir lockup. Woulda gotten the Hydra too, but can't exactly hook it with a tow truck.
Although you did not get the full panoramic view of that traffic stop.
Yeah I was busy trying not to get tazed XD. Great shot though, keep it up and feel free to post more on our Group Page, even if its not storyline related.
-
Updated initial post to reflect current members/rankings, introduced gold star medals for prior acts of valor for the group [(http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/icons/gold_star.png)] (5 max), added star color ranking system for Argonath Group Relations ((http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star1.png) - (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star2.png) - (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star3.png)) (3 max).
Also updated second post (Hall of Honor) to include fallen comrades and members that have left the group.
-
Chapter 3-2 : The Stranger
Giac walked the streets of Los Santos as he saw a familiar bike parked in front of the PD. Entering it, he could smell out his good old friend behind the bars.
"You always manage to get in there" said Giac smiling.
They talked about what happened in the past days as they haven't seen each other for long, the friend told Giac that he was the one who dealt the final blow to one of our sworn enemy Gambino. As they were speaking a pizza delivery boy came. I guess justice is a dish best served cold just as that pizza because it did not fit through the bars. After the friend was released from jail he went searching for the delivery boy, of course finding him asleep at the job. Giac and the friend decided to drive off to Angel Pine.
(http://i.imgur.com/3ChXPFA.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/dYu2x3p.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/xR1sVjI.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/30zs3QZ.png)
In Angel Pine meeting the other bikers Giac's phone started buzzing, a stranger calling him about a strange organization. He was confused, assumed the Jahova's witnesses got a hold of his phone number, but he decided to give in and decided to meet the stranger.
"Meet me downtown, anywhere downtown, we own most of it" he said, attempting to persuade Giac into coming. Although he was warned by his friends that the man might be a murdered they decided to ride to Downtown, only to find a gentleman dressed in a nice dress awaiting for them.
But as soon as the man saw Giac he realized he made a mistake.
"I did not see the patches on your jacket when I was watching you from the shadows" said the man, Giac grinned, but was still intrigued by what offer he missed. So the man and Giac went inside the restaurant, going past expensive vehicles, chatting how wealthy the stranger is.
"I have files of every group, let me show you one example because you have their patch" said the stranger. He placed a file on the desk labelled "FLA".
"The file has everything, members, kill count, exports of their weapons" said the stranger,
Giac looked and pointed at the "kill count" section saying
"That is FLA alright"
The stranger and Giac finished the meeting and went their separate ways.
(http://i.imgur.com/ZpCyUxm.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/IbXS5Jh.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/9nrE56c.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/5qdONSq.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/YkQpQOT.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/MYYAvvP.png)
-
...the post...
Great job Giac! :app: :app: Keep up the good work, guys!
-
Nomads, please welcome our newest brothers:
:app: :app: :app:
[MIB]Steven (Acolyte)
$$Killer (Acolyte)
John_Hennessy (Devout) [(http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/icons/gold_star.png)(http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/icons/gold_star.png)]
-
[MIB]Steven (Acolyte)
$$Killer (Acolyte)
John_Hennessy (Devout) [(http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/icons/gold_star.png)(http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/icons/gold_star.png)]
Lovely, can't wait to see you guys in game!
-
Notice of Decree
Do Not Engage: Gambino Family
After the trend in bans for the group Gambino (4 of the 5 highest ranking officials) for hacks and bug abuse, all Nomads are hereby ordered to stand down and steer clear of the Gambino family. This includes even if you are shot at; standing orders are to dis-engage and retreat, do not fire back, and do not call for reinforcements.
We will not tolerate such kind of behavior on our server, and until (if they survive) they show they are willing to RP and play according to the rules of the server, there is to be absolutely no deals of any kind (buying, selling or trading) and communication/roleplay is to be kept at an absolute minimum.
Nomads must still roleplay (and follow server rules first) if a Gambino approaches you trying to start an RP, but get out of the situation as soon as possible. This Notice is valid until the family is Closed or all banned members of Gambino are unbanned AND put forth significant effort to reclaim the now disreputable family name.
Edit: This assumes HQ has no issues with this Decree.
Edit: This Decree has an Addendum (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1836606#msg1836606).
=V=
-
Notice of Decree Addendum
Do Not Engage: Gambino Family
The 'Do Not Engage Decree' (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1836536#msg1836536) has expanded and been redefined to include the Luciano Friend & Ally 'Drake_Gambino' after he sent the following unsolicited PM to buy meth ingredients:
[13:35:31] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): I need some meth ingredients.
[13:36:03] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): Ask someone else. Youll find no help from Nomads.
[13:36:30] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): Why you have started hating me?
[13:36:39] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): i dont hate you
[13:36:50] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): Then what happened?
[13:37:04] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): I have no interest in doing business with you.
[13:37:24] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): I have left gambino
[13:37:49] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): Thats great
[13:38:28] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): Now any bussiness we can do?
[13:39:15] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): Absolutely not
[13:39:31] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): You blew that chance when you murdered a Nomad on our own soil
[13:39:51] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): Ah Daxton_Grace.
[13:40:07] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): Correct. Actions have consequences.
[13:40:24] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): And by your this action.
[13:40:37] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): You are making your Nomads in danger.
[13:40:56] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): k
[13:41:39] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): Be ready to see Nomads destruction.
[13:41:44] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): Take your idle threats to whoever will sell you equipment and ingredients
[13:42:01] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): throw your little temper tantrum, its fine
Keep in mind we do have a Cease Fire agreement in effect with Luciano, however Drake is to be considered a Gambino.
=V=
-
Notice of Decree Addendum
Do Not Engage: Gambino Family
The 'Do Not Engage Decree' (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1836536#msg1836536) has expanded and been redefined to include the Luciano Friend & Ally 'Drake_Gambino' after he sent the following unsolicited PM to buy meth ingredients:
[13:35:31] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): I need some meth ingredients.
[13:36:03] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): Ask someone else. Youll find no help from Nomads.
[13:36:30] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): Why you have started hating me?
[13:36:39] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): i dont hate you
[13:36:50] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): Then what happened?
[13:37:04] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): I have no interest in doing business with you.
[13:37:24] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): I have left gambino
[13:37:49] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): Thats great
[13:38:28] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): Now any bussiness we can do?
[13:39:15] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): Absolutely not
[13:39:31] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): You blew that chance when you murdered a Nomad on our own soil
[13:39:51] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): Ah Daxton_Grace.
[13:40:07] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): Correct. Actions have consequences.
[13:40:24] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): And by your this action.
[13:40:37] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): You are making your Nomads in danger.
[13:40:56] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): k
[13:41:39] PM from Drake_Gambino(11): Be ready to see Nomads destruction.
[13:41:44] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): Take your idle threats to whoever will sell you equipment and ingredients
[13:42:01] PM to Drake_Gambino(11): throw your little temper tantrum, its fine
Keep in mind we do have a Cease Fire agreement in effect with Luciano, however Drake is to be considered a Gambino.
=V=
=V= No one will even try to touch a Nomads , Take it as promise from me.
:janek: :janek:
Drake show mw what you got ;)
-
=V= No one will even try to touch a Nomads , Take it as promise from me.
:janek: :janek:
Drake show mw what you got ;)
Nomads appreciate Sauvage support, however you are not bound to our Laws and Decrees; so you are free to do as you choose... although I wouldn't recommend engaging with him or any other Gambino. If you feel the need to target practice, I trust you will do it with RP as creative as extracting every bone slowly from each of his hands with a dull spoon. The Gambinos (or what is left of them) are not even remotely considered a threat to the Nomads, nor are they a threat to any other organization for that matter.
None-the-less, we thank you for your public support and may expect the same from the Nomads, provided it does not contradict our own Laws and Decrees.
=V=
-
Nomads appreciate Sauvage support, however you are not bound to our Laws and Decrees; so you are free to do as you choose... although I wouldn't recommend engaging with him or any other Gambino. If you feel the need to target practice, I trust you will do it with RP as creative as extracting every bone slowly from each of his hands with a dull spoon. The Gambinos (or what is left of them) are not even remotely considered a threat to the Nomads, nor are they a threat to any other organization for that matter.
None-the-less, we thank you for your public support and may expect the same from the Nomads, provided it does not contradict our own Laws and Decrees.
=V=
You want to get into who's doing so eye.
you are small children are not something else from my sight.
if you have no real friends so happens.
-
small children
Are you a big one? :lol:
-
You want to get into who's doing so eye.
you are small children are not something else from my sight.
if you have no real friends so happens.
Nomads, the Decree applies on the forum as well. Do not engage.
-
Are you a big one? :lol:
Eii clown what's up?
What's going with soprano.
-
You want to get into who's doing so eye.
you are small children are not something else from my sight.
if you have no real friends so happens.
I don't think you should go around throwing such things when 90% of your group is banned for either cheating or hacking.
-
Chapter 3-3 : Head Hunters
Today started up with a bang, literally. As Giac was driving in the streets of Santos he heard an explosion, a C4 blew up at Los Santos Police Department, some people think it was a terrorist attack but today we are not here to find that out. Giac met his good friends around the fences set up by the PD to protect civilians. They said they needed his help so he gladly followed them.
In the bar they explained to him that they were looking for someone and that Giac could be in assistance finding that man. They made a simple plan. Lure the man into the middle of the desert and finish the job. Giac called the man on the phone but the plan went south as he wasn't available, he was at a party in the Sky Bar across town. So angrily they got a humvee, loaded it with AK47s, wore bulletproof wests and drove there with the need for spilled blood. They entered the bar, but he recognized them, decided to escape, which he succeeded doing. The humvee got pulled over by the feds but not before every armed man went their own way, thankfully without any trace.
(http://i.imgur.com/RfB7btv.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/dAwlOdV.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/1iK6CRR.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/IylmByQ.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/VuJMrvr.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/Vj3mmpM.png)
Nomads, the Decree applies on the forum as well. Do not engage.
V,
I have 32 million reasons to ignore them.
-
@TrotlDebilni Excellent work, Giac! Keep em coming :D
Also, you gained +1 point towards your next Metal Merit for showing us how much high grade octane burns through your veins [(http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/icons/gold_star.png)]! This week's Metal Recipient will be announced this weekend.
-
Are you a big one? :lol:
Dennis ahahahahhhahahahah :D
-
Keep up the great work guys!
-
Decree of Exile
Boycott of Skills and Services: Sean.S
Sean.S has been ejected from the ranks of Nomads on the following grounds:
- [(http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/warning_moderate.gif)] Continuous Disrespect towards Dominus Nomads
- [(http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/warning_moderate.gif)] Inability To Follow Instructions, and Orders After Multiple Verbal Warnings
- [(http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/warning_moderate.gif)] Threatening (With Lethal Force) Dominus Nomads
Your presence is no longer requested among the Nomads. Do not expect any help, support, or assistance from any Nomads. By earning 3 Demerits within a 36 hour period, by Order Of Decree, you are hereby Exiled from the Nomads of Carson.
Any trespass on Nomad Property will be considered an act of aggression and you will forfeit your only chance of redemption:
If you still believe you are Nomad material and you endure your exile without receiving any HQ punishments, you may reapply on December 1st, 2016.
Exile has been extended to Permanent.
May you find what you seek, elsewhere
=V=
-
For exhibiting and practicing the trait of humility before peers,
Kobra_king (Convert)
:app: :app:
Has been personally selected by the Dominus and invited to join our Brotherhood. Make sure to give him a Nomad welcome in-game too!
-
Chapter 3-4 : The Explosion
The news of Flint County having a peace treaty spreads like wildfire, soon the curious Giac went to check out what was different in the old place. Once entering Flint County he got a alert on his frequency from someone needing help in marina, he drove on his freeway as fast as he could, finding two people trapped on the rooftop. Without any hesitation he approached the cops, telling them to go away and this won't end up in a bloodbath, because the officers saw Giac armed they decided to stand up and run, one successfully escaping but one being shot in her abdomen.
"Officer down" she called on her radio as she was bleeding on the ground. Giac being a nice human being as he is decided to use some rusty wire to fix her onto his freeway and drove off to the emergency medical center in Angel Pine.
Arriving there it was very quiet, he dragged the poor helpless woman into the hospital, placing her on the surgical table. He brought her back from being unconscious by giving her a blood bag and bandaging up her bullet wounds and giving her an adrenaline shot.
"Where am I" she asked, slowly waking up. In the greatest hospital in San Andreas being looked over by the best doctor in San Andreas proclaimed Giac.
She tried to move, she struggled, so Giac tightened the straps on the hospital bed to ensure she will not be able to escape.
She is yelling in the background as Giac takes out his phone, calling the man he saved in Marina, asking him for a special package to be delivered, as he hung up he drank some moonshine, looking at the female cop. He waited not forty seconds when suddenly a man was staring into the room.
"Oh hello the-.." the man shoved the package into Giac's hands, groaned and walked out the building. Giac opening the package like a kid on christmas morning while the officer is looking at him concerned. Giac places the C4 on the ground when the woman yells "C4?!"
"You are insane! You are twisted!" She yells, Giac just nodding back, indeed I am all of those things, but I am also the man who demands some answers.
He asked who sent her there, the name of the other cop that escaped which needed to be eliminated before saying anything. The woman still nervuously yelling "You will blow us both up if you do it, you are insane!" the woman sadly did not know any valuable information, that is why Giac leaned in, taking her radio and proclaiming;
**Unknown voice through my radio**: Whoever called for backup in Marina, it was the worst mistake of your life
**Unknown voice through radio**: We are at Angel pine hospital but when you get here it will be rubble.
The woman looked at him quietly, she knew her final minutes had come. Giac started walking to the further end of the room asking her
"Do you have any last words? Any god you would like to pray to?"
Nah. If God was out there he wouldn't let your twisted ass live-
Before she could finish the sentence the explosion overtook the room, in the radio you could hear the loud sound of C4 exploding, the explosion lifted the roof off the medical center, rubble blew into every direction, the cops already dispatched into Angel Pine saw it for their own eyes.
((The bottom text is meant to show the effect of post explosion trauma Giac had))
GÍ¡Ì Í™iÍ‡Ì ÌžÌ̤a̱̞̱cÌ͉͔ ͙̤̻s͘l̙̯̯̩̬̻ò̞̱̳ͅÍÌ£w͉lÍŸÍy͚̯͈͢ ̜̜ÌÍšÌ sÍŸÌ»Ì̘͕t̼a҉͙̱r҉͕̖̬͎t̨eÌÍ•Í“Ì͙̥Íd̖̯̘̟͎ ̩͇͢c̬̺͡om̮͓͈͖̘iÍŽn̖̥̪͙g̶̻ ̴͙͓̦tÌ̹Í̬̦̻o̩͉̞̺̕,̖̖̣̥͇͎͉ ̯̞̥͟Ía̱͖̻͎s̫̱ ̲͘hÍœÌœÌ©Í‰ÍšÌ²Ì³Ì eÌ͕̲͎͕ÌÌ Ì¬Ì Ì Ì°Ì»Ì¬Ì—c̳͎̥̣̥r̷̼̼̘a̦̼͙̥̙ÍÌ–wÍ™lÌ—Ìžę͕̲ͅḏ̞͈͡ Ì£Ì«ÌªÌ—Ì b͕̲aÌ§Ì™ÍšÌžÌ£Ì Ì™Ìœc̜̖̳̳̀k̰͉ ̡̖̟͎̮̲ͅu̞̙̺pÌ¢Í”Ì—Ì°ÌºÌ Í“Ìžh̹ÍÌ¦Ì Ì¬i̹͎s̖͔̼̣ Ì™t̺̤̮͡e͓̮̻̹̻͎rÌ¡Ì¦Ì Ì°Ì°ÌºÌ–Ì™r̼̼̮͔̼̪̰iÍ̘̜̖͔̣̲ḇl̴̞̥̻Í̮͎e̻͔̬ Ì Ì®h̟͓̺e̱̖̗͓̣aÌ¬Ì©ÍŽÌ Ì«Ì±dÍÌ Ì˜Ì–ÌœÌ˜a̶Íc̥͇͈͡h͚͜Ì͕̲e̡̪͕͚͎̳͔ ̸̲̰̫͈aÍ͚̗̙̻͙n̩̘͙͎̞͡d̷̞͎̟͇̳ͅ ̦͕͉̩Ì̹b̳̪̰̲͜u͓̮̼z̬̙̣ÌÌ–ÍzÍ̘̬͔̳iÌ®Ì¥Ì n̪gÍÌ© Ì–sÌ»o̧̤̩Ì̙̹̻̘u͕̤͎nÍ€d̷̻̻̼̱ͅ Ì̼k͔̰nÌ¢Ìo̗̞̳̜͇ͅc̛͈͚̯̻kÍ͙͉ẹ̡͈d̯̣͙ ̷̟̬hÍi̦͓̳Ìm̻̘̖̲̰͕͖ Í Ì³Í‡ÌªÍ…o̬͞Ì̳̤͚̦veÍ˜Í‡Ì¥Ì rÍ͔̜̪ÍÌ©Ì®,Ìœ Ò‰Ì̻͚̜͚b̯͖͘uÌ¹Ì Ì Í”ÍšÌ¤t͈̞͘Ì̬͎ ̷̞̫̜̱hÍ™ÌeÌ¯ÌžÌ Ì¦Ì¦ÌŸ Í•Ì͚͓m͇͓͢ͅͅa̫̗͙͎̘̥Ìǹ̗͉̲̳͉͉aÍ…Ì©g̲͔̲̦̟̻͚ed͈͉͡ ҉̗̳t͇͔o̗̣͕͇̩ ÍgÍ•ÌžeÌ Ì¥tÌ͙̲ oÌ›nỊ̳́ ÍŽÌ©th̶̪̳̘̘͙͖eÌ̻̗̳̩̦̫ bÌ Í‰Í…i͈͙̥͢kÍ¡ÌžÍˆÌ Ì©Ì±ÌÌže̦͓͢ÍÌ™ ̨̣̙͙ͅa̸͚̘͖̙nÌ§ÌºÌ¥Ì¥Í…ÌŸÌ°Ì d̮̜ ̯̫̜̤dÍ™rÒ‰iÍ™vÌ Ì¥ę ̯̟͔̮͉iÌ°Ì¦ÌªÌ ÍŽÌ˜n̤͇̟͢ Í‡Ì¤Í”ÌœÌ Ì¤t̥̹̱̰̙͕ÌhÌ¼Ì³Ì Ì Íˆe̛͇̟̜̤̲ ̻͕̜dÍ̱̫i̵r͚̫eÍ Í…Í…c̟̰͖̮͎t͙̲̮ͅiÌ·oÌ›n͖͈͈̗ Ì§ÌªÍ•Í•ÍˆÌ Ì–Ì¯o͓̞͞Í̹Í̳͎f̞̞͘ ̻̼͎ͅͅt̛͈ḩ͔̖̙̱̮͙̰eÌ›Í̜̙̙̩ ̜̺͎̜͔̣ÍhiÍ™Ì̥͈̖̘͙gÍ“h̯̀w̬̩̪͜Í̜̙͓a̰̤̣y̘Ì͚̞.
Waiting there was the woman's partner, the man who escaped in Marina, he stopped Giac and apprehended him.
"Never leaving any more eyewitnesses" whispered Giac to himself before getting a baton smacked onto his skull.
(http://i.imgur.com/dKm0hK1.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/KVjspnf.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/0swMeRH.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/5zYsWH4.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/PKVRwV9.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/aGq7nUE.png)
I actually had a recording of the explosion but the recording failed so I just recorded the sound, so you sadly died in vain @Jenny_Adams , sorry :I
-
Awsome Giac!
-
Awsome Giac!
Thank you,
Although I am nowhere near your guyses crazy level of screenshots, this is the first time I used photoshop to show something roleplay happening, I guess I will try and make a fake newspaper next, hehe.
But yes, I really appreciate it.
-
Great job Giac...it happens sometimes about the recording, though it woulda been cool. I'm on satellite internet so I'm limited to just Screen Shots to be able to contribute.
Keep up the good work, Nomads!
-
Currently pruning member list, updating in-game ranks and permission, group vehicles and redesigning main page for Nomads, so dont be alarmed if your access has changed in the meantime.
-
Chapter 3-5 : Top of the world
Giacomo met up with a friend on the way to Angel Pine, he wanted to have a relaxed camping trip into the mountains, something that he hasn't done in years. But as he drove into Angel Pine he saw familiar faces grouped up, he swiftly changed frequencies on his pager and listened to what has happening. Someone was being kidnapped and since more man power is always nice the friend and Giac decided to help.
They drove up to Mount Chiliad with five vehicles as one poor soul in the trunk. Once arriving at the peak of the mountain the man was dragged to the corner, Giac showed the friend the patch on his jacket saying [FLA];
"So you know them?" asked the friend. Giac smiled saying they are good people, really nice to Flint residents just as a farmer was yelling
"PRAISE SATAN WE GIVE YOU THIS OFFERING FOR GOOD CROPS THIS YEAR"
Giac nodding at the man while the friend proclaiming "They sure are"
Giac ripped a sleeve from his jacket and wore it as a mask, moving closer to the action, where he saw masked men pointing a gun at the poor hostage, they stood him up and decided to throw him off the edge. Everyone started dispersing, people were picking up parachutes to jump off, so Giac's friend had the idea of jumping off the edge by using a parachute on top of the car.
(http://i.imgur.com/h6WjzO7.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/k3GluVI.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/cAXwAm5.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/LpEBqyb.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/3nulKZH.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/Z7uZ8cy.png)
Soon after the car glided to safety Giac got a call for backup in Dillimore by blood brethren AoD. Responding as fast as he could he found them arming themselves at the ammunation. He changed the pager frequency to the correct one, where he found out what was happening.
The man who escaped, the ex-Angel that turned SAPD had to be found. After hard work searching for him he was found in front of LSPD, where he non violently agreed to get into the vehicle, as they wanted to talk with him. Giac followed them from far behind, as he was looking out for anyone tracing them. They arrived at Montgomery, unloaded the van, parked their bikes and so did Giac and his friend, slowly walking towards the bikers they could see the stern looks.
They got the job of lookout, got weapons and attempted to keep AoD have peace and quiet finishing their meeting.
(http://i.imgur.com/Ka3NK9m.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/T2OmxZi.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/Oi4l50B.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/dvNuhIk.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/1HE0gqa.png)
-
Really great job on the contributions, Giac...keep em coming!
Also, all Nomads contact me in-game to have your rank re-instated if you were removed and are in ConvertTEMP rank. Restructuring of permissions/group page has completed.
-
Chapter 3-6 : Forget-Me-Not
It'd been almost a week since Makala had left. Operations at the lot were slowly moving forwards to their next venture...and the clock was ticking. It would be Sunday soon enough, when promises made would become promises fulfilled. The Nomads had been stuck in the mud with zero traction, and it had been a long week.
Gambinos were disbanding, Daxton was recovering and the reconstructive surgeries were going well.
Wait... you say, interrupting the stranger. The fire crackled as he threw another few logs on the fire. What happened to Daxton?
Well, she was shot in the head. During Saving Grace (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116436.msg1836225#msg1836225). he responds.
That doesn't make any sense. You said that it was a mechanic that was murdered. THEN she was kidnapped. you correct him, noticing the obvious plot holes in his story.
Well, it was a long time ago, and I may have my facts backwards. Do you want me to continue or not? he asks, seemingly offended that you would question his storytelling.
It's ok....please continue. I was just a little confused. My mistake. you say. He coughs heavily again and picks back up...
That week the Nomads had submitted a request for Injunction from the District Courts against Drake_Stracci (the former Gambino who did not flee Argonath), and were working to establishing more contacts. Many thoughts were running through his head as he was tuning NOMAD-1, his personal Buffalo. Then he heard the custom tuning of an Infernus he'd heard before approaching the lot.
No...it couldn't be... he whirred around and all thoughts left his mind as his eyes locked onto the White Infernus. It is... was all he could manage to stutter out.
It was Makala. She'd returned to the lot. Slowly stepping out of the car, she leaned against her Infernus, arms crossed. He barely recognized her under the hair color change and makeup, but the attitude was unmistakable.
(http://i.imgur.com/JtPKZQ6.png)
Hey. He said.
Hey. Came the reply. Still the same ol' Makala. the Wanderer thought.
You've come back? he asked hopefully.
She shrugged. For a moment. I need to do right by you.
He quirked an eyebrow as she walked around to the passenger side, reaching into the glove box. You don't owe us anything Makala. You know that.
She pulled a thick envelope out and walked back around. I just wanted to say thanks for everything you've done for me. I've gotten everything back on track, moved to Los Santos, and have been accepted into the Police Academy. She tossed the envelope to him. Got my life straight finally. Doing right by everyone now. That means I wont need that anymore. she said motioning towards the envelope.
The Wanderer chuckled somberly, and pulled the flap of the envelope open. Never figured you for a LawDog... he paused, seeing the contents. Makala...you don't have to do that...
Inside was $150,000 and a set of keys to her Journey they had cooked together so many nights with.
Yeah, I know. But it's the least I can do for everything you did for me. Plus, I'm not fit for a life of crime...it's just not who I am. She told him.
We won't be doing this forever. Just until we can... he tried to tell her but she held up her hand.
I know. Until you can retire in peace. But this is where our paths part ways. Maybe I'll see you out there sometime. Maybe not. she said.
He nodded approvingly. Well, you've sure come a long way in a short period of time. I'd offer to shake your hand, but I think we're past that point now. He said and opened his arms.
She paused for a moment, then walked towards him. She couldn't look him in the eyes...she'd remember that look he'd give her and it would be too much for her. They embraced in a tight hug for what seemed like forever, and only a moment.
May you find what you seek, wherever you may roam. he said the Nomadic Creed one last time to her.
She smiled sadly and turned. Walking back to her car. Taking the drivers' seat, she revved the engine and looked back at him. He tipped his hat respectfully, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. Popping the clutch, she sped off in a cloud of dust.
And just like that, she was gone...leaving the Wanderer standing in the lot, alone with his thoughts. He glanced down at the envelope. Still the same ol' Makala.
-
Decree of Exile
Boycott of Skills and Services: Steven.
Steven. has been ejected from the ranks of Nomads on the following grounds:
- [(http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/warning_moderate.gif)] Continuous Disrespect towards Dominus Nomads
- [(http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/warning_moderate.gif)] Inability To Follow Instructions, and Orders After Multiple Verbal Warnings
- [(http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/warning_moderate.gif)] Continuously Begging Other Players and Fellow Nomads For Handouts
Your presence is no longer requested among the Nomads. Do not expect any help, support, or assistance from any Nomads. You earned 3 strikes a few days ago for the same things and were kicked, however, I decided to give you a SECOND chance. You have changed nothing and continue to exhibit the same behavior after multiple verbal warnings that it would lead to you being kicked. Not only that, but then you persist to beg even further for a third chance. You have exhausted all possible chances with Nomads of Carson. By Order Of Decree, you are hereby Exiled from the Nomads of Carson.
In light of this, you will not be offered a chance of redemption, your Exile is classified as Permanent.
May you find what you seek, elsewhere
=V=
-
Notice of Asylum
Refugee Status Granted: Koneko_Forlenza
Koneko_Forlenza has been granted temporary Asylum among the Nomads for a specific event against a specific group. If you were part of this event, and wish to open a channel of communication and diplomacy, you may contact Daxton_Grace in-game so peace talks may begin. In the meantime, Koneko_Forlenza is considered under Special Circumstances Protection, and no acts of aggression by this specific group towards Koneko_Forlenza will be tolerated.
May You Find What You Seek
Wherever You May Roam
=V=
-
Chapter 3-7 : The Patrol
As you drove past the Nomad camp today you could hear loud rattling sounds, sort of like a WW2 airplane was trying to take off. The Nomads decided to make some profit. They got their old rusty hand made helicopter to fly. They took off and flew the long trip to San Fierro, where they ordered a delivery which they would sell for profit. Giac was left alone with the helicopter and the job to order as many packages as he could, rattling back and fourth from one spot to the other.
After returning to the camp he got a call from a unknown caller.
"I heard you have something for me" I have a lot of things responded Giac
"I'm talking bout smack, since you are a local you should be able to find me."
Giac drove around Fort Carson, searching for the described house. In a little while he found it, and someone outside. Giac opening the trunk of their vehicle, showing the man the packages he had collected.
"Let's go inside" said the man, they went into the house. The house was a old, smelled like dope and looked like one of those houses you see on a episode of "Cops", there was graffiti on the wall, jagged rusty metal doors opening into an area with potted weed plants in the middle of the room.
The man pointed at the barrels, where Giac was supposed to put the packages, you could see toxic waste dripping down the barrels, making the wood under them decompose and turn into mud, Giac got paid and left the house as fast as he was able to
(http://i.imgur.com/yeyAbZL.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/3dBXQpz.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/ygoSSnv.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/xUpOyae.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/PjxCZwH.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/2WkYgW0.png)
As Giacomo was driving around on his Sanchez he heard a familiar voice ask him "Should we go on patrol"? It was the same man that he delivered the packages to, armed both went to patrol Fort Carson, they drove from one mountain top to the other, looking for anything strange happening.
Driving through Fort Carson they saw a sheriff paroling the town, they parked next to him, asking him what he was doing all the way out here.
"Keeping the town safe" the sheriff said. Giac and the men both smirking.
"Nobody batted an eye up here for years so the civilians had to take it upon themselves to protect it" The sheriff confused attempted to explain that civilians doing police jobs is highly risky and illegal. The men let the officer go back to the city where he belonged, since he did not do a very good job at protecting the city.
While the men were talking to the officer someone was being kidnapped in the middle of the town, it was a Nomad (now exiled) Steven, he was held against his will next to a yellow sultan. Giac and his patrol partner allowed Steven to go away, as they escorted the man out of the city.
(http://i.imgur.com/xZncvbo.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/kg9ZXem.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/gtk8A8Z.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/dQN8SqE.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/263p2rr.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/Ss7Ybsn.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/BKsYXsK.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/jO0BHCc.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/EnmMXbN.png)
-
Chapter 3-8 : Justice Demands Retribution
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYSVMgRr6pw
Word spread around town of a death, the death of someone so gentle, someone who wouldn't hurt a fly, someone who has never
wronged anyone or has layed their hand on anyone. She was supposedly driving to bayside to go observe San Fierro
and lay in the cut down dry grass.
But while she was driving towards Bayside she was stopped by a man she recognized. She was the one who made sure
Nomads and Sauvages were allied. To be killed by a Sauvage himself was cruel irony. She was found my the Fierro
EMS units in bayside next to her Buffalo, shot twice, once in the abdomen and once through her heart. Her enourmous
heart. She loved everyone, her final words recorded on the Buffalo black box were "Oh look, a friend".
She was killed by people believed to be allies with the nomads. She was backstabbed and left to rot in the summer sun.
Once Giacomo heard of the news he did not believe it, he called the rumors only rumors, he knew Daxton will come back into town.
Slowly but surely that disbelief turned into grief, he started crying in his trailer, decided to go find where she was
laid to rest. He got to the Bone County Cementery, her grave was still freshly dug out. The writing on the headstone was still
dusty. Giacomo bowed down, praying to Sauron himself to give him the power for payback. To take back what was stolen from him
Of course that was impossible as ressurection is something that even Sauron himself can't do. He heard a name spoken out to him.
As if Daxton herself whispered the name into his ears "Sauvage" she whispered.
Giacomo fell to the ground crying, he had no way of fighting a army of ruthless killers, how would he himself kill, he
has never even shot a gun before. All he had to do was outsmart them. Take them out one by one. He asked Arty to find
a Sauvage and ask him for a drug deal, in the meanwhile Giac had to prepare.
He went to the local Angels of Death bar and took their moonshine bottles, he emptied them into his stomach and put them in a
box. He carried the box to the Nomads helicopter, where he using a garden hose sucked out the diesel, emptying the gasoline tank into the
moonshine bottles. He went out and bought a knife and a SMG, using his knife to cut his shirt up. The same shirt
Daxton bought him after she invited him into Nomads. He used the shirt to make molotovs out of the moonshine bottles.
Arty in the meanwhile set up a meeting with Ty Sauvage, buying Methamorphine from him, Giac, AoD and Luciano were all
observing from up close, as Ty scammed Arty for a thousand dollars, "this is great" Giacomo thought, now he has a reason
to murder him in a fire, allowing Sauron himself to use his body as energy to make his fire burn hotter.
Ty jumped into a black bullet, getting chased by the Angels, Luciano and Nomads his fate was sealed as he was crammed into a corner
in Verdan Bluffs, Giacomo taking out his SMG, blowing up his car. As gasoline engulfed his body, he yelled, begged for the
pain to stop. Giac walked closer to the burning body as Sauron himself appeared in front of him, dissapearing in seconds.
Giacomo knew it was time. It was time to avange Daxton. It was time to let the world know Nomads are worthy of the respect they get.
He loaded the Molotov Cocktails into his Elegy, picking up a friend on the way. They drove to the Santa Maria Pier, unloading
the molotovs out ot the car, lighting them up and throwing them into their HQ, through their window, setting fire to the Pier
in hopes it would burn down and colapse. They drove off before the cops arrived, as they were driving off
he saw Sauron for the last time, he was holding Daxton's body, he knew he did good, he knew he gave himself peace.
Giac left his friend at the Luciano HQ as he drove to the Angel Pine waste disposal, where he grinded up the Elegy,
removing every trace of him ever being there.
(http://i.imgur.com/2AzAZxR.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/7cygDnl.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/woZoSoV.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/qRYMJ5C.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/Ph4R7Uq.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/MHWei0h.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/M4gFHKh.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/SiRJrYv.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/4Pd1AQi.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/pM5nJIL.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/YywpdO1.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/cgmNqHY.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/H4PTni1.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/H4hqhUN.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/hhmfitu.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/FZREXhh.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/aWt3sHs.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/cbRWsyi.png)
-
Wait for it then Nomads. :D
Gaic These is fuckin amazing work and screens Broooooo I am a fan already bruh.
JUST AMAZING.
-
Wait for it then Nomads. :D
Like I said, Carlito, I have no intention of going after Sauvage, or supporting any longer. Perhaps after time passes we can discuss something, but who knows when that might be.
-
Like I said, Carlito, I have no intention of going after Sauvage, or supporting any longer. Perhaps after time passes we can discuss something, but who knows when that might be.
Vael I do respect you and i won't disrespect you and your family for one mistake and situation that happened mistakenly , But If you do flashback you will see that u Disrespected me and Sauvage family.
And anyway , It is only a game I will keep Supporting Nomads even if we were enemies tho.
-
Vael I do respect you and i won't disrespect you and your family for one mistake and situation that happened mistakenly , But If you do flashback you will see that u Disrespected me and Sauvage family.
And anyway , It is only a game I will keep Supporting Nomads even if we were enemies tho.
I'm not too proud to admit the same of Sauvage. And yes, you are right, it was accidental, and could have been handled better on BOTH sides, Sauvage and Nomad. Hence my choice to mutually disengage.
-
Ty have already Apolgized to you.
But it seems that we both should have a break before we do any step.
-
Perhaps next time we both are in game we can discuss this privately instead of on the forums.
-
Chapter 3-8 : Justice Demands Retribution
(http://i.imgur.com/2AzAZxR.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/7cygDnl.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/woZoSoV.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/qRYMJ5C.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/Ph4R7Uq.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/MHWei0h.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/M4gFHKh.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/SiRJrYv.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/4Pd1AQi.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/pM5nJIL.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/YywpdO1.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/cgmNqHY.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/H4PTni1.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/H4hqhUN.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/hhmfitu.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/FZREXhh.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/aWt3sHs.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/cbRWsyi.png)
Actually added in another image that was freshly found. The image that cause a huge mess between the two groups
(http://i.imgur.com/2AzAZxR.png)
Gaic These is fuckin amazing work and screens Broooooo I am a fan already bruh.
Thank you, always happy to see feedback.
-
Chapter 3-9 : Law & Disorder
A few days prior...
The Runners of Montgomery had a request. They had called the Wanderer, looking for some kind of help....he was still reclusive from the encounter with Makala, and had sent Daxton Grace in his place.
She met up with them at the local bar, and offered her assistance. The FBI had presented a case against the Highway Runner's President, Christof Parsh. Daxton was convinced she could win the case, and took them up on their offer. After a tiny, rookie mistake, the defenses' counterclaim was dismissed. Devastated by the failure, Daxton took a drive up to Bayside to quietly reflect. You can guess what happened next...
(http://i.imgur.com/7fjy3kx.png)
Verdict For The Prosecution (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116851.0)
(http://i.imgur.com/9apZaSj.png)
A few days had passed since Daxton Grace's funeral. The Wanderer had pulled himself together enough to reach out to a friend.
Hello? the voice asked. The Wanderer briefly described the situation and asked to meet. Of course...come to my office in Los Santos.
Los Santos. the Wanderer said out loud. How he despised that city. Full of corrupt police, and running rampant with crime. Never-the-less, he went. Passing the USAA checkpoint, and headed into the city. He arrived near the officer but couldn't locate the exact address. Dialing the number back, he started to ask for directions when he heard a megaphone. Well, s*** he thought to himself. He handed his passport over to the officer and told his contact what was going on.
I'll be right out! came the response. Using his legal expertise, Djole was able to negotiate with the officer, and ultimately, no ticket was given to the Wanderer. The two then proceeded to his office.
(http://i.imgur.com/O7Ekg1s.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/hbasyTn.png)
They talked for a while. There was a Junior Attorney position available, at Stefanović & Associates (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116823.0). Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. The Wanderer turned his head to see who it was.
Excuse me, but are you Djole? Makala asked, saying nothing to the Wanderer. Indeed, I am. What's this about?
I'm going to need you to come with me she responded. We'll finish this discussion later he said to the Wanderer, and went with her.
(http://i.imgur.com/z32fP3z.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/dQzMCFt.png)
-
Chapter 3-10 : The Venturian Candidate
To distract himself from recent events, the Wanderer had put together a plan that would forever determine the Fate of Las Venturas. On the way from San Fierro on business, he stopped by Las Payasadas for a quick bite to eat. That's when he saw it...embedded in the mountain. A fortress in the wasteland, with a huge parking lot.
No more feeble trailers... he thought to himself. This could be....Home.
(http://i.imgur.com/BgG5hQm.png)
He worked his way around the building, assessing every feature. With every stone, every bolt, every window...he fell in love, more and more. There was a notice posted on the front door, with the Gvardia Corporation logo on the header. Making a quick phone call, he worked his way through the automated system, and finally got Cofiliano on the phone.
Hello? Cofiliano, the leader of the Gvardia asked.
The Wanderer introduced himself, and asked if the property was for sale, or if he had Antonello's contact information. After the Wanderer made an offer, Cofiliano responded, Let me see what I can do.
True to his word, within an hour, Antonello showed up at the property, with the Wanderer still waiting eagerly. He unlocked the door and they both went inside to discuss the terms. It was a simple deal. An offer too-good-to-be-true. The Wanderer handed over a huge duffle bag, and Antonello handed over the keys.
THUS, The Nomads of Carson acquired their HEADQUARTERS.
(http://i.imgur.com/xM7GOn2.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/4WWHROe.png)
Things were going well in the plan. The next step in the plan, was going to be for security arrangements. Oversight (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=114682.0) was the natural choice for this particular situation, especially since they already wanted the Nomads on board with their Council, and equipped to protect Los Santos and Las Venturas Candidates from Assination. It was painful to return to Bayside, but business was business.
They met Mr. Hawk at the lighthouse, and he explained the details of the arrangement. They came to an agreement, and exchanged business cards.
For sure, this June, it was going to be an interesting election for the Las Venturas Mayor position.
To Be Continued...
(http://i.imgur.com/RF8yYQz.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/arO2Izx.png)
-
Negative and positive relationship statuses have been re-drafted for symmetry. Classes "Business Partners" "Blasphemers" and "Lost Souls" have been added. Interactions have added the businesses Oversight and Stefanović & Associates, and Gvardia relationship has increased to "Respected Friends".
Chapter 3 has officially ended as well, updated with episodes 3-9 and 3-10 (Chapter cliff-hanger).
-
After some reflection and consideration, we have decided to let bygones be bygones. At this point, we have only just met El Familia Sauvage. The only reasonable thing to do, is start fresh, with no grudges, and try to work together again. As will all groups that we "First Encounter", they will be starting as a Neutral group in relation to the Nomads. @Carlito.S credit for putting forth effort with his roleplay and attempting to improve. The Sauvage Base/HQ is simply an amazing piece of property, and you should hold onto it.
That said, depending on the effort put forth from both side will determine how our relationship grows, over the next few days, to the next week.
May You Find What You Seek
Where Ever You May Roam
=V=
-
Notice of Change
Stance Improved: Now Neutral
With interest of current operations involving the District Courts and Legal Affairs growing, ALL Law Enforcement Officers are now considered: Neutral ((http://www.argonathrpg.eu/Themes/Assassin/images/star1.png)).
May You Find What You Seek
Wherever You May Roam
=V=
-
Chapter 4-1 : The Running Men
Manifestos were being submitted, Left and Right. So far, there were six candidates for mayors of the three major cities. For Los Santos was TiMoN (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116926.0), Bruce McCane (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116962.0), and Caion Cortis (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116951.0). San Fierro had Ambrogio Fischetti (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116948.0) from Sopranos, Al Svensson (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116111.0) and Sam Gvardia (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116977.0). Of course Vaeldious Coronis (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116946.0) was running as well, and there where even rumors that his opposition would be a fellow Nomad.
Mayoral Candidate Caion Cortis had started campaigning in the Bone Country area when the Wanderer called left am inquiry with Mr. Cortis's team. In a matter of hours, he got a call back, and scheduled a meeting at the newly acquired Campaign Headquarters.
The Wanderer waited outside as a convoy approached from the North, with a heavy layer of security. Pulling into the parking lot, the lead agent explained it was for everyone's protection, and just standard protocol as he frisked the Wanderer.
(http://i.imgur.com/thFjrjs.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/gaCp8rh.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/xI9gXXp.png)
Mayoral Candidate Caion Cortis introduced himself, and they walked to the Nomad's Building. The FBI agents swept first, and cleared the upstairs and downstairs. More comfortable now, Mr. Cortis proceeded to go over the points of the inquiry; New jobs, toll booths, marijuana reform, and micro-loans. The conversation took about 30 minutes, and the Candidate went above and beyond answering them. He even invited the Wandering Prophet to his political party, the Social Democratic Party (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116111.0), however; The Wanderer decline politely, as his People needed him. They shook hands one more time, and the headed outside. The convoy honked as it passed by leaving the parking lot.
Now, it was time to get back to business.
(http://i.imgur.com/LpsCpWJ.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/cO02N7t.png)
-
Chapter 4-2 : Smack Glack and Whack
The moon was shining through Fort Carson as Giacomo was cleaning his sanchez. He was approached by his old friend Greasy. Greasy had news of someone stealing Angels business in San Andreas. The business being smack. Greasy has been running the biggest and one of the very few smack buying businesses.
People don't make it nowadays, it isn't profitable, he is losing money by buying it, it doesn't make any sense to waste time ordering it.. But it does for some people, you can't think in the now, you have to think in the future. That is why Giacomo together with his friend drive from city to city picking it up.
Some person made a advertisement that he was buying smack but trading it for cars. If you think this doesn't make any sense, once Giacomo called he was offered a fully tuned premier and another vehicle for the price of two kilos of smack. Giacomo made an agreement to meed the man in ghost town.
Greasy was set up on top of a rock in arco while down at the ghost town Giac was getting set up, awaiting the man The man came with a passanger, they drove a black premier, as they pulled up to Giac one of their tires got shot by Greasy. He jumped onto his sanchez, quickly drove down to Giac where at gun point they demanded for the men to raise their arms.
But as every city boy they just can't listen. They need bullets inside of their bodies so they start to even open their ears. They sneakily moved to the car and tried running. Giacomo pulled out his Submachine gun, popping one of their tires. Greasy jumped onto his sanchez, Giacomo sat on it as a passanger and they went after the two men.
"Don't make this setup into a murder! Pull over" Yelled Giacomo.
Giac kept shooting the black premier, all it's tires were gone before the man stopped and exited the car. Greasy aimed a gun at the two men as one of them said.
"Okay, lower your weapon" Greasy going "You don't make demands in Bone County"
Giacomo pulled out his revolver, aiming it at the man as Greasy told them that buying smack is their business and that he does not want to share the customers. One of the men said "You wouldn't want to shoot an ex-agent" Greasy not caring ignored him and kept talking to stop buying heroin.
"If you are a man tell me your name" said the driver
Giacomo looking at him, chuckling "You just told us you were an agent and you want us to tell you our name?"
Greasy having enough of the disrespect shot the man, murdering him in cold blood
"This is for doubting my manhood" yelled out Greasy.
They drove to Ghost town where they split up, Greasy to go escape the cops and Giacomo to go and dig a grave to put the dead body in.
He took a shovel out of the church, started digging in the cemetery right next to where Daxton was buried, still quietly sobbing at her demise.
(http://i.imgur.com/7Jk7aMX.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/DcATfgS.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/UsXuic3.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/fV8rK70.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/y2DieIz.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/5mIkvq8.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/uKS1Esx.png)
-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YU47OZqNzo
-
The Nomads of Carson group page will be moving to a private BB. Design, Rank, and entire structure will be re-done, as well as pruning of non-essential personnel. Expect this to happen over the next 48hrs in which data is stripped from this thread, and transplanted to the new location. The story lines may continue here, but will be considered secondary information.
=V=
-
Chapter 4-3 : Trespass
The phone rang, waking the Wanderer from an otherwise restful sleep.
Mr Coronis? He immediately recognized the voice as Makala's.
Yeah....what's up Makala?
Well, I'm at Fort Carson Police Department. I'm invoking my right for a legal advisor to be present.
It's 7 o'clock in the morning... the Wanderer thought. I'll be right down.
After collecting himself, he drove down the street to the police station. A rather stoic looking suited man was standing outside waiting for his arrival. He looked like some fancy government official straight from the silver screen at Vinewood. Yeah, this can't be good. he thought. This wasn't a run of the mill sheriff of officer...this was somehow different.
They walked inside, and the Wanderer tried to keep Makala quiet. Howdy, officer..? he asked, pausing and waiting for a name.
Carter. AGENT Carter. he corrected the Wanderer as he turned on the camera.
After a short interview, it seemed Makala had trespassed inside the restricted and seemingly abandoned CIA Headquarter at The Big Ear with her Journey for some relaxation. Not much he could do about that charge. She ended up spending the night in jail and was released promptly the next morning.
(http://i.imgur.com/ZSc7HiH.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/t9ZJSYC.png)
The next morning, the Wanderer was awoken from an otherwise restful sleep...again. There was someone outside his trailer, and the sound of an engine he didn't recognize as one of his own. Heading outside, there was an unfamiliar car with two occupants, and a third person crouched down near his trailer.
Hey! the Wanderer shouted, already grumpy from a lack of restful sleep. This is private property....can I help you?
Oh, hey...didn't see you there. the man nervously said as he stood back up. I, uh, yeah, so...I dropped my contacts around here somewhere and was looking for them! He said and rushed back to the car. The driver shifted into gear and sped off.
(http://i.imgur.com/v44OOv8.png)
The following morning, the Wanderer awoke from an otherwise restful sleep...yet again. There were several voices talking right outside his window. Agitated, he grabbed his deagle, cocked it and stormed outside.
....if you happen to see anything strange, don't hesitate to call us ASAP. the Wanderer heard as he rounded the corner, spotting the officer and tucking the gun behind his shirt. The officer nodded to the Wanderer, and returned to his car. His eyes still bloodshot from lack of sleep, locked onto Makala.
He wanted to know if we... she started to say to him.
You know, right now, I really don't give a s***. turning back and opening the door. Next person that wakes me up is getting a bullet in the leg. he warned and slammed the door behind him.
(http://i.imgur.com/iNE5e1e.png)
-
Chapter 4-4 : The Conecta Connection
A few weeks had passed and business was exploding throughout Bone Country and Fort Carson. The Nomads had seized their territory from the vast wastes and carved a paradise for outcasts. From welcoming arms, overnight it seemed, to a private group suspicious of outsiders, they worked on forging the relationships they had acquired in the month since the night heralded their arrival upon the Red Sands. Suddenly it was no longer a bragging right at the local bar to sling the term Nomad with association to whoever uttered the word.
No, it became more of a silent respect. A respectful nod or tip of the cap. Loyalties ran deep in San Andreas, the beating heart of its core. Nomads were no different. So when the call came from a Nomad to protect a Tierra Robada prize cash crop, motors turned. Cars, Trucks, Motorcycles, Choppers, and anything with a turning camshaft fired up, throttles open, all converging on a single location as fast as they could get there.
(http://i.imgur.com/ddZeL8b.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/hPjxmJV.png)
The green hills roared to life as rubber tore into earth. NOMAD-1, the fabled Black Buffalo spun to the side and provided cover for the other MC members running interfering as shots rang out, piercing the hull of the car.
A sniper, are you kidding me? Ramses angrily thought as he fired his deagle alongside his brothers in arms. The first vehicle was disable and the officers were taken down, and the swarm moved towards the sniper. It didn't take long to dispatch him from close range. After all, it wasn't like it was some video game the sniper could have just 360 no-scope'd.
The hills ran red with blood that day, and the crops were secured for preparation and shipment. Thanks to the combined efforts, that glorious victory would stay with the Nomads and Conecta Cartel XIII, and even though they weren't considered an MC, they sure as hell were Blood Brothers.
(http://i.imgur.com/m9lS2uT.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/q2Dp9iv.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/vyYmvVc.jpg)
-
Chapter 4-5 : Flash Photography
Running for mayor was taking its' toll on the Wanderer. Discord and infighting about who to vote for in Las Venturas was becoming common, and nothing was getting accomplished. After long deliberation, the Wanderer went into the city to make a public statement...he would withdraw from the election. Ramses Noctis, the enforcer and Dassius Synra the mechanic were tasked to try boosting operations.
Makala stopped Ramses in Nomad Headquarters as they chatted about possible ways to accomplish this.
Well, we really need more people out there. Makala told him plainly.
Go ahead and call what Clergy you can for a meeting. We need to find someone...a little crazy....for this. he instructed.
The Clergy came together and they discussed possible watch points in the Red Sands and recruits....there was one, from Flint, that might fit the bill. A young pastor, Devon Taylor.
(http://i.imgur.com/t6BZg0P.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/9dH700k.png)
Dassius set up at a watch point. It didn't take long to spot a pair of desert workers near el Castillo del Diablo. One appeared to be a chemist of sorts. Suddenly, police swarmed the deserted town and a shootout erupted. The Chemists' partner was soon gunned down, as they were out numbered, 2 to 7, from what Dassius could tell as he snapped a few pictures. Police then closed in on the Chemist, and made the arrest. Suddenly, a Police Maverick touched down near him, blowing sand everywhere. He held up his camera and flashed his Argonath Express badge towards the officer. The look of disappointment from the officer was obvious, who seemed to have been late to the shootout.
Vaeldious will like this... Dassius thought as the Maverick flew off. Time to go develop this film.
(http://i.imgur.com/9plLFv2.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/jnYVvuZ.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/nrxo70l.png)
Ramses, was actually successful in locating the young pastor. A quirky little guy, couldn't have been more than 5 foot tall. They headed to Bayside for some instructional training. The Pastor seemed to be doing decently, and caught on to the timing pretty quick. After training ended, Ramses pulled his Journey to the vantage point he favored, and began his work. While he was in the back, a shadow ran in front of the vehicle. He paused and peered into the darkness through the front window. Suddenly, the dark lit up to the flashes of a camera, pointed directly at him.
Son of a bitch... was all he could say when he flipped the headlights on, revealing Devon Taylor. The Pastor immediately bolted. Ramses jumped out of the Journey and gave a short foot chase. It was definitely the Pastor, Ramses saw, as the little figure climbed into his car and sped off. Well, this is going to be a problem... Ramses said as he watched the car race off. Vaeldious isn't gonna like this...
(http://i.imgur.com/nuvt5K3.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/y34TNQg.png)
-
Chapter 4-6 : Last Rites
Ramses thought hard. V would be back soon, and he couldn't know about the fuck up with Devon. It'd ruin his reputation among the Nomads. So, he thought. Ah, Sopranos... he finally decided and called up some of his former associates in the Soprano Family. He met up with a few of 'em down by Willowfield and put the word out, looking for that Pastor.
Wasn't even an hour when Ramses got the callback.
Check the Cluckin' Bell near Fort Carson. was all the caller said before hanging up. Engines fired up and Ramses's crew made it to the location...when the little Pastor came out, with two buckets of chicken under each arm. Before he could drop them and run, Ramses and his crew had him.
(http://i.imgur.com/rMJyNB5.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/Ud2OtqI.png)
The Road Crew brought him to a secluded location for interrogation. The Pastor kept insisting he knew nothing about a camera, or even the very training Ramses had given him. Sounds like a bold two-face lie to me. Ramses said as the Pastor was secured to a tombstone. And I can't stand liars. Ramses nodded to Makala, and without hesitation or remorse, she opened his neck with surgical precision.
(http://i.imgur.com/i5jCy8t.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/FEdkuBw.png)
Devon, still holding his neck compressing the blood loss, looked up from the ground.
I'll be seeing you in hell, I suppose. Ramses said to Devon, looking him directly in the eyes as if he was trying to see something.
Ramses looked down at him one last time before turning away. Burn him, he ordered.
He paused, looked over his shoulder and added, While he's still alive.
(http://i.imgur.com/Elzn8jp.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/pxFvZPi.png)
-
Hey Guys anyone know anything about Vaeldious , He ain't active on fourms and as I see the samp online list I dont see him online.
If anyone got his skyype or anyother way to connect with him would be helpful.
-
Hey Guys anyone know anything about Vaeldious , He ain't active on fourms and as I see the samp online list I dont see him online.
If anyone got his skyype or anyother way to connect with him would be helpful.
depends what you want of him.
-
depends what you want of him.
In game stuff and moreover , I kinda miss him ;)
-
I have been relatively inactive due to pressing irl requirements. I am intending on making more of an in-game presence, and continuation of Nomads of Carson.
-
Also, should be relatively soon.
-
Welcome back!
-
Damn finally Vaeldious is back!!!
-
Damn finally Vaeldious is back!!!
-
Also, should be relatively soon.
Apparently not soon enough XD
And thanks guys, Ill be seeing you all in game more often now
-
Hey V, long time bro.
-
Welcome back, mate!
-
WB, Hope to see nomads back active.
-
Welcome back guys :app: :app: :app:
-
Good luck Vaeldious ;)
-
WB Vaeldious
-
Chapter 5-1 : Homecoming
Almost a year had passed waiting on the Prophets' return. The Nomads had all but disbanded. The desert seemed to take away the oasis they had built. Without the Wandering Prophet, they had strayed. Properties went into foreclosure, and for sale signs went up. Everyone had moved on. Everyone except Ramses.
Ramses had taken up a job in the industrial section of Las Venturas, making shirts for the various outfitters in San Andreas. The business went under rather quickly, and Ramses bailed the original owner out of debt. There wasn't much left to the old factory, some crates of wool and some aged Crafting Tables.
That's when he got the SMS. Make ready for the Prophet's return. was all it said. He smiled and cracked open a box of supplies covered in dust. Dumping the contents on the tables, he began working on his new project.
(http://s18.postimg.org/6797suahl/0001.png)
For the first time in a long time, Ramses felt alive again.
-
V! WELCOME BACK HOMIE! HOPIN TO SEE YOU IG SOON!
-
Thanks, great to see you still around too! I've been in game most of the last 2 days getting Nomads set back up and back together. Drop by the lot any time :D
-
Welcome Back Guys!
-
Welcome Back Guys!
-
Chapter 5-2 : Regrowing Roots
Fort Carson was close to a ghost town again, like it was before the Nomads first arrived in the desert. Interest had died out in the city with V's Las Venturas mayoral campaign. Layers of dust and grime covered most of the shop windows, Ramses noticed as he drove through the town looking for the old Nomad landmarks.
The Logistics Airfield to the north had all but been abandoned, and was now protected by the Angels of Death. The Desert Jewel, the furniture store, had been picked up by one of the many Svennsons. Ramses couldn't quite tell which country the new gas stations owner was from by his thick accent.
First things first... Ramses thought as he pulled his shovel from the trunk.
(https://s13.postimg.org/4jmj8wao7/02a.png)
After hours in the field, the bundles were packed and ready to go. Not a single LawDog...or even another person passing by.
Ghost Town. Was all he could think. It's still perfect.
Smiling, Ramses drove down Main Street recalling fond memories. The smile soured as he approached Allen Omlas (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116974.0)'s office. It didn't look like anyone had been there in months.
Ramses sighed, breathing the words, Such a waste.
Then he noticed the hotel across the street from the Mayor's Office for sale. Making a quick call, he purchased the hotel, then quickly bought the rest of the stores on the block. He went into the VIP lounge with the bundles from earlier.
It was time to come up with a game plan.
(https://s13.postimg.org/3ws7x435z/02b.png)
(https://s13.postimg.org/may5ncq2v/02c.png)
-
You never give up, do you? ;)
-
Nice V keep it up, perhaps we can work (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=121201.0) together in the future :D
-
Haven't been to Angel Pine since I've been back....this sounds like the exact reason to head that way :D
-
The difference between drivers in Los Santos and Fort Carson
(https://s9.postimg.org/qykad92rj/nomad.jpg)
-
Nomads of Carson will be considering applications to join as trial members. Up to 5 players will be selected this wave. You may approach any Nomad in game or fill out the following form:
SELECTIVE RECRUITMENT NOW OPEN
[b]In-Game Name:[/b]
[b]Previous Names:[/b]
[b]Groups/Affiliations (Past and present):[/b]
[b]Timezone:[/b]
[b]Activity per week (in hours):[/b]
[b]List all the assets you own:[/b]
[b]Have you ever gotten a perm-ban? If yes, explain: (You may PM/Skype/etc this info)[/b]
[b]What is your regular job in game?[/b]
[b]Give a paragraph description of your character and past:[/b]
-
The difference between drivers in Los Santos and Fort Carson
(https://s9.postimg.org/qykad92rj/nomad.jpg)
😂😂😂
-
Chapter 5-3 : And ARUN...So Far Away
It had been a long time since anyone had seen Vaeldious. It was only natural, that his first public appearance back was at the ARUN Summit (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=121064.0). V and Harold sat in back as the group leaders started assembling.
Just check 'em out, see how they do. The Prophet instructed Harold. Just find 5 of your Nomad brothers.
Recruitment's open then? Sure, of course. Harold responded.
(https://s3.postimg.org/izj5fss8j/003.png)
The speakers lined up on stage, Vaeldious included.
On the topic of group interaction, he suggested that the Nomads be the diplomats between groups.
On police to criminal, he suggested something rather taboo; that the LawDogs control the arms trade (with /craftweapon) as criminals control the drug trade (crafting meth ingredients). His phone started vibrating continuously as people started voicing against the opinion.
(https://s21.postimg.org/cbiesvgnr/image.png)
The meeting ended, and the crowds began dispersing.
Where was Ramses? Vaeldious thought as he awaited out front for his ride.
Meanwhile at the Las Venturas-Los Santos Toll . . .
(https://s10.postimg.org/nx8amc8xl/image.png)
Andrew and Roman Collin had stopped Ramses on his way back from Montgomery.
License and registration please? Andrew asked.
Ramses passed it over and waited for it to be checked. After a painstaking wait, Andrew walked back and asked, Mind if we have a look in the back?
Ramses laughed. Go ahead, if you got bolt cutters. I just get paid to move the cargo, not open it. There's a lock on the trailer doors to keep the cargo from being modified during transit.
Oh, ok. You're free to go then. The officer responded. Ramses had trouble stifling his laughter as he pulled away from the checkpoint with his overweight cargo.
His laughing faded, as he remembered his task at hand; to pick V up from Los Santos. And he was already late.
-
Chapter 5-4 : The Kings of Queens
Nothing seemed to have changed since the Summit. The same bickering and quarreling was still going on. It was sheer chaos in Bone Country.
(https://s1.postimg.org/68ye1cd7z/image.png)
The week was paying off nicely though. For the most part, the police presence was at a minimum, with the exception of the occasional wanna-be sheriff. Cooking was being done openly and brazenly.
(https://s1.postimg.org/6mzq0xxbj/image.png)
(https://s14.postimg.org/g0lxqz3v5/image.png)
Taking the meth off the scales, he packaged the 10kg neatly into a suitcase, and called up one of his old Gvardia contacts. After a brief conversation, they agreed on a price and an appointment was made. V packed up his Buffalo and headed to Queens. The Gvardia motioned for them to go inside. They discussed future shipments of similar sizes, as the money was wired to his account. Quick, clean, to the point, they shook hands and parted ways.
(https://s1.postimg.org/y04wvp3vz/image.png)
Why can't more deals go this smoothly? he wondered as he drove back to Fort Carson. He shrugged it off. Any million dollar day was a good day.
(https://s1.postimg.org/e48xg5mun/image.png)
-
Nice.
-
Work has started on an alternate-universe Nomads timeline, The Oneiric Chronicles. There will be support for both storylines, on both SA-MP servers. Workload will shift as needed between the two.
-
Chapter 5-5 : Return of the Duke
You alive? A voice called and snapped V out of his nap. He glanced over at the new blood in the buffalo next to him.
Yeah, all good. he responded as the engines idled in unison. It was going to be a long day. he thought to himself.
(https://s17.postimg.org/p7ve4jvv3/00-_Protection.png)
After completing the harvest, they headed towards the bar near the Lot. Duke and a few Runners greeted him as he approached.
Duke motioned everyone inside as they sat down to discuss business.
There's a new sheriff, and he's a ball buster. Goes by the name of Adams. V listened as he was updated on other changes in his absence.
Having trouble stifling yawns, V reported about the progress already started getting the Nomad Logistics office operational for business. The local depot would be used for income until the LawDog was dealt with accordingly. The summit adjourned and alcoholic comas settled in on the bar patrons.
(https://s17.postimg.org/ptkd0nqxb/02-_Barflies.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/tndt9t89b/03-_Depot.png)
Nighttime had fallen, and disregarding the lay-low advice, the Wanderer went on to start cooking throughout the night. It was a choice that would forever change the course of his life, and the lives of Fort Carson.
While waiting for the materials to solidify, V started drifting off. The Journey filled with smoke as the batch started over cooking. The air, thick with clouds of smoke, choked him awake. Pain shot through his body and he screamed in pain, his eyes tearing up instantly as the smoke seared them. He stumbled for the door, and glanced back.
Supplies inside the camper reached their critical temperatures and ignited violently. V, thrown from the Journey, lay on the sidewalk for hours before coming to in agony.
(https://s17.postimg.org/5v4hya68f/04-_Night_Cook.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/tjjztk2rz/05-_Laid_Out.png)
V struggled to his feet, unable to see clearly. He felt his way to his Buffalo, and just as much felt the road to find his way home.
Tripping and stumbling into the Nomad Clubhouse, he collapsed to his knees from exhaustion. Before passing out again from pain, he muttered weakly to himself in disbelief...
. . . can't. . .fuckin'. . . see. . .
(https://s17.postimg.org/naynzz573/06-_In_One_Pieces.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/66lyb1mof/07-_Ghost_Lights.png)
-
Chapter 5-6 : Upgrades
Jax of the Highway Runners happened to be in Fort Carson that day. Driving down Main Street, he saw V's prize Black Buffalo smashed into the front of the Nomads clubhouse. Rushing inside with his sidearm drawn, he flashed past the blaring metal detector and knelt down at the crumpled figure on the floor.
Shit, brother....the fuck happened to you? he asked as he gauged the wounds on V's face. His eyes were a mix of pus and blood crusting them shut, with obvious scorching around his eye sockets.
Slowly coming to, Vaeldious tried sitting up, propping himself against nearby furniture. Fell asleep and my supply of Red Phosphorus ignited in my face. he explained as he felt around for a bottle of Vodka.
(https://s18.postimg.org/x3iyvzeh5/01-_Help_Arrives.png)
There's a Doc, out in Bone Country, Rivera is his name. Crazy little mexican, but he's got the kind of black market goods I need, he instructed Jax. Vaeldious passed back out while he waited for them to return.
(https://s4.postimg.org/ucfkjsmtp/02-_Find_the_Doc.png)
Untold hours passed before their return. Taking one look at the injuries, Jax and the Doc loaded V up into a Buffalo and headed towards the Doc's lab.
(https://s18.postimg.org/ltq9119ft/03-_Doc.png)
(https://s18.postimg.org/zbx5dbll5/04-_To_the_Lab.png)
Loading the unconscious V on the table, the Doc quickly worked sketching out his work ahead. The sound of drills and saws, occasionally accompanied by suction hoses echoed through the underground hallways.
(https://s4.postimg.org/e7pn2a8al/Optical-1.0b.png)
(https://s18.postimg.org/frimajkzt/05-_Operation.png)
The Doc worked diligently and integrated the hardware to the biomesh material. Hours passed before the Doc was finally satisfied with his work.
Thick Spanish accent: Looks beuno, amigo. It'll be a few days before the organic wiring fully heals and starts sending signal, the Doc informed V as he regained consciousness. Only thing now is to rest.
After a few mechanical checks and adjustments, the Doc brought V back to the Lot. Call me if infection sets in, Doc said as he counted the $100,000ARD in the briefcase V had just handed him.
He heard the door close as the Doc left, and V laid down on the bed. The world, enveloped in darkness brought easy dreams as V drifted off, for a restful sleep for once.
(https://s18.postimg.org/gm55wksuh/06-_Success.png)
(https://s18.postimg.org/r7p18kz61/07-_Home_to_Rest.png)
-
It was so exciting RPing with you,hope to see you again soon.
-
Im a bit late, but fun RP need to do more soon.... Maybe when the server is back up :lol:
-
Been working on the Warehouse Interior today, looks damn good. Used the 2nd layer of the crack house, and mirrored it to get windows on both sides. Already started on the passageways to the Bunker (Teal/Dark Blue - Ground/Sublevel) and Watchtower (Orange/Yellow - Ground/2F). Structurally, I think this interior is close to done at just over 50 objects.
If anyone checks it out, let me know what you think. Still a bunch of finishing touches and decor that's still needed for this one.
(https://s2.postimg.org/hf09fu1sp/Warehouse_Int1.png)
SA:MP Map Editor code (https://pastebin.com/vgS3yJB3)
Interior Entrance: -19.2700, 1534.0048, 2043.7485 (Green Arrow, Ground Floor)
-
Finished bomb shelter/lower laboratory structures. Not seeing any graphical bugs or object joint anomalies, yay! 189 objects total, between HQ and interior.
CreateObject Code (https://pastebin.com/KFm8tybA)
Photos moved to Nomads Cartography (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116916.0) page.
-
Looking awesome man!
-
Decorated warehouse main area, control/break room, storage area. Pretty much the whole entry area around the entrance. Only a few objects that don't have collisions, looking at ways of working around non-solid objects. Coming along nicely, at 224 objects alone for the interior (not counting the 50+ for HQ) and very well could be done today with the interior.
CreateObject code (https://pastebin.com/AKPACcge)
Photos moved to Nomads Cartography (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116916.0) page.
-
Mapped a new brothel, using part of the Jefferson Motel interior using 381 objects.
Photos moved to Nomads Cartography (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116916.0) page.
Let me know what you guys think!
-
i think there's too many objects all over the place tbh. the first one is great tho
-
i think there's too many objects all over the place tbh. the first one is great tho
Gotcha. Still trying to find the balance between oversaturation and "just enough" props, but I appreciate the feedback bro
-
It's quite interesting interior
Keep it up! :app: :app:
-
Mapping has started on the Vault, the interior accessible through the HQ helipad elevator.
Some may recognize where the inspiration came from :P
Photos moved to Nomads Cartography (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116916.0) page.
-
very nice looks like Vault 101 :app: :app:
-
Mapped a more realistic 1F brothel, with detailed public bathroom, two private rooms, two offices backstage, and a full bar.
273 objects.
Photos moved to Nomads Cartography (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=116916.0) page.
-
trail·er park·ing
/ˈtrālər/ /pärkiNG/
verb
- The act of mounting a trailer, house, or other man-made structure with a vehicle, preferably a Buffalo.
(https://s26.postimg.org/8qfkdu8e1/trailerparking.png)
-
Chapter 5-7 : Los Santos, Inc
Close to a month had passed, and the electronics and organics had meshed beautifully. Finally, he was free to venture back into the desert and see the dunes. The first test was in Hunters Quarry, known as 'The Pit', testing the microscopic view ranges as he sifted through the crushed rocks, spotting the gems before the other workers.
Good, maybe now... his thought interrupted, by the sound of car tires crunching over gravel behind him. Turning, his gaze was met by several uniformed officers. Can I help you LawDogs? V asked as he walked towards them.
The officers ignored him and began roughing up the migrant workers, who looked like one of their suspects. The mine worker whipped out a Deagle and shots echoed through the Pit.
Scrambling to a Buffalo, V headed back to Fort Carson away from the heat. Things are getting rather crazy around here.. he thought as he eased himself into the DuneRide. A quick loop around through Blueberry and past Montgomery brought him back to the Los Santos/Las Venturas toll.
Can't let ya through... the toll guard said and motioned down the road. V watched for a few moments, with his night vision and zoom giving him the perfect view of the migrant worker being bludgeoned in the street off in the distance.
(https://s26.postimg.org/89cfrt81l/01-_Quarryfight.png)
(https://s26.postimg.org/shztdj7cp/02-_Tolllock.png)
It was getting crazy in Fort Carson. It was time for a change of scenery too. Cash had been flowing in nonstop from the desert operations. Stock was piling up though, and needed a retail outlet to relieve some of the built up financial pressure. He watched and waited, until he found just the right amount of law enforcement corruption in the area...
And the perfect match happened to be near Pershing Square.
(https://s26.postimg.org/b10aw5vy1/03-_Bullettime.png)
(https://s26.postimg.org/khlip1qex/04-_Crazy_LS.png)
Vaeldious purchased the small corner store, and outfitted the interior with a pharmacy. Tables lined either side of the wall in case production needed to happen behind closed doors. Business was good. The clientèle in Los Santos was of a higher caliber then he was used to in Fort Carson, and the cashflows gushed even stronger.
Large order after larger order kept coming in. Not far away in Verona Beach, near the Trapani Family (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=121323.0) Offices, a rather sweet mansion with a poolfront became available. V dumped the profits into the real estate under another shell company as a satellite logistics office, hoping to stay under the federal radar.
(https://s26.postimg.org/i2y8iczjt/04b-_Pharm.png)
(https://s26.postimg.org/ug6hbizuh/05-_Traphouse.png)
The Nomads remained off the FBI's radar for now, but they weren't invisible in Los Santos. The deepest cuts are from those closest to us, as Vaeldious would soon learn. Mark, a renegade brawler from a local Fight Club, and Leslie, a lethal vixen who let nothing stand in her way of her survival, had noticed their new Los Santos neighbor near Pershing.
I'm tellin' you, the guy is loaded. Some crazy gidjits on his face. Mark said to Leslie as she rummaged through the scrap leftovers.
And he just bought all the properties up? she paused and looked over her shoulder at Hawk, who was nodding.
(https://s26.postimg.org/sw15d4rg9/06-_Hawk_Talk.png)
(https://s26.postimg.org/aj0k2kgzd/06b-_Leslieback.png)
Alright. she said calmly and coolly as she wiped her hands on her jeans. Looking at her reflection in the window, she smirked seductively, practicing her wiles. Find out where he keeps his money then, and get in with his crew. I wanna know everything about this mark. And if you're right... she turned back to Hawk.
Consider 10% of the cut yours.
(https://s26.postimg.org/j002dhlo9/07-_Leslie_Talk.png)
-
Anyone have screenshots from the Armored Car Heist? I seem to have misplaced them for the Storyline.
Oh yeah, and Nomads will be opening recruitment within the next week.
-
Chapter 5-8 : The Securicar Heist
In Game Event (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=122015.0)
It's a good day, V thought to himself as he listened to the LawDog.
It's easy. You forget about my shield, and we go, mano y mano, Buffalo vs Buffalo. They say you're the best, so prove it. The FBI agent confidently said. Winner takes $1 million prize. Whadya say?
V smiled as he spoke. I say let's go. Carson to Ocean Docks.
The two rallied to Fort Carson, each toying with each other a little give and a little take, although both engines were an equal match. 186khm top speed, and of course, Nitros Oxide equipped.
Pulling up to the line, the LawDog yelled over the revving engines. Choose your own route! Winner takes all! V smiled again and nodded, eyes fixated on the stoplight, each heartbeart in his chest causing his foot to twitch in anticipation.
Green.
Smoke bellowed from under the wheel wells and the two Buffalo rocketed down the aged Fort Carson side road. Passing The Pit, the LawDog kept straight, heading into Fern Ridge. V followed the curve east, heading towards the main thruway. Bursting through the toll he continued down the familiar road, the one he could drive with his eyes closed.
And in exactly as long as he expected, he pulled into Ocean Docks, tires squalling and leaving their mark on the pavement. He popped the hood, and got out to smoke a cigarette, leaning on the front grill, watching the road in front of him.
The LawDog finally appeared, after what felt like hours of waiting, but was only by a half minute. Suddenly, the oncoming Buffalo hit a pothole, and the FBI Buffalo launched into the air, in what seemed like slow motion.
After the wreckage came to a rest, V walked over to the broken man in the broken vehicle. Leaning down, he plucked the safe deposit key from the bloody hand of his rival. Turning, he only said a single thing before walking away.
LawDogs... and shook his head.
(https://s18.postimg.org/x2efqcfzd/01-_The_High_Roller.png)
(https://s18.postimg.org/bfzf9bwuh/02-_Lined_Up.png)
(https://s18.postimg.org/fccr5bpjt/03-_Finish_Line.png)
It didn't take long, to load the cash up. V had contracted out security for the transport of his prized winnings, supposedly the best money could buy. Dawn had barely broken when they pulled out of the Fort Carson Bank's parking lot, with a Tow Truck and Barracks in the Convoy.
It also didn't take long for the Convoy to pick up a tail. A black car was spotted racing towards them. The Rivals passed them without incident. The Convoy pulled into a gas station, as another vehicle approached from the roadway.
Smelled like LawDogs. Still nothing. Just hyenas circling.
(https://s18.postimg.org/xrx830e1l/05-_Cargo_Ready.png)
(https://s18.postimg.org/xrx830lrd/06-_First_Tail.png)
(https://s18.postimg.org/7kw16gvll/07-_Second_Tail.png)
The Convoy continued on towards the LV bank, when a Swat van appeared behind them, demanding them to pull over. Ignoring the commands and firing a few rounds from the Barracks, the Swat van heavily slammed into the back of the Securicar in a PIT maneuver. The driver tried to correct, but slammed into the center barricade.
All vehicles stopped there, in the middle of the highway and bullets started flying between the Convoy, Rivals, and LawDogs.
And as quickly as the bulletstorm started, it ended in silence. The Convoy team had emerged victorious.
(https://s18.postimg.org/b71uja20p/08-_Pit_Stop.png)
(https://s18.postimg.org/ahj26v415/09-_Towtruck.png)
The TowTruck backed up and hooked onto the Securicar. The driver, was about to get back in, when he heard the familiar sound of the safety clicking off.
Don't do anything stupid, they commanded. With a rifle butt to the back of his head, the driver went unconscious as they handcuffed him to the nearby light pole, leaving him for dead.
It was going to be an interesting day when V found out.
(https://s18.postimg.org/3r2kxg40p/10-_Taken.png)
(https://s18.postimg.org/6l5qawdwp/11-_L4_D.png)
-
Chapter 6-1: Into The LawDoghouse
(https://s17.postimg.org/nrdpj4xy7/06_Carson_Knights.png)
Crack!
The sound of the metal bat reverberated off the lone LawDogs' skull throughout the empty warehouse parking lot. He fell backwards onto the ground, propped upright against V's Buffalo, looking up at him in fear.
I swear man, I....I don't know... the LawDog managed to spit out, along with a few teeth.
Pity. V said through his sadistic smile and went for a home run. Looking at the blood spatter on the side of his pristine white Buffalo, he thought, Going to have to wash that before heading to Los Santos.
(https://s17.postimg.org/z8u2avglr/00-_Need_To_Know.png)
Months had passed since The Securicar Heist, and V was still no closer to finding those that had betrayed his trust, and taken his money. It was consuming him. He continued wasting away his reserves and resources looking under every stone. He sold properties for bribes, dangerously and carelessly had been risking his very freedom to find the b**tards.
Glancing down at the only clue he had, a simple black business card, with three letters emboldened in red. "K.H.M." No matter the cost, no matter how long; he WAS going to find the Man With The Red Name even if it killed him.
Hold it right there! a voice called out to him. Rolling down his windows, he nodded to the FLA member fast approaching his car at the checkpoint. Gonna need to search your car! Government propaganda is in full swing today...
V nodded respectfully, No worries brothers. I completely understand. He killed the engine and popped both hood and trunk as the security detail began examining his car. The news and radio had been ablaze with chatter, there was an FBI Ceremony about to kick off, and he wasn't going to miss it.
One of the members recognized V and nodded silently to him as the point guard circled around to the trunk of his car, spotting the multiple black cases in his trunk. Sir... he called out to his superior.
Take one, as a token of respect...to our brothers in arms, V said as he tossed the superior the key to the case. Opening it, they found a gently cushioned, brand new M4 assault rifle.
Another exchange of nods. This one's good to go! came the call, as the Barracks in front of him rolled back, opening the path before him.
(https://s17.postimg.org/wrib3mc4v/01-_Block-_Aide.png)
V dropped off the cargo at the safehouse and headed back into Los Santos. Pershing Square was filled as far as the eye could see in a sea of blue, congregating around the FBI Field Office. Finding a parking spot next to some familiar, yet strangely off color Barracks, he headed up the steps and got in line for entry.
The line progressed quickly, each person being frisked. He hadn't seen this much security since the Fury Days with FLA. After needlessly being groped by an overweight, wheezing wanna-be-LawPup, he made his way into the conference room.
(https://s17.postimg.org/yjb9yj37j/02-_Law_Doghouse.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/dmf1tvcwf/03-_Full_Body_Cavity_Search.png)
The old Nomadic Hashiriya took the stage and tapped the microphone, as V began recording each of the LawDogs faces present.
He probably would never get used to the fact that his old friend, who seemed to not even recognize him in the room, was now literally the Big Dog...the Director of the FBI himself. V had to remind himself that those were different days back then...back in Ocean Docks where Denzel had taught him the eastern styles of drifting in an Elegy. He'd always have a seat at the Round Table, but V doubted he'd ever see the Hashiriya there again.
The Ceremony continued, applause after every speech, clapping after every promotion and pin. So prideful, so arrogant... V thought as the attaboys droned on. They really have no clue of the coming sandstorm. If they had, he'd never have made it this far into the building.
The Ceremony concluded, and V pocketed his cellphone. He had what he needed, and people began filing out of the room. V held the door, as LawDog after LawDog exited.
Judgement fast approaches. The Hounds of War soon shall be unleashed on these heathens. V thought as he glanced around the empty room one last time and exited.
(https://s17.postimg.org/yjb9yjin3/04-_Indoors.png)
-
Good Screens!
-
Good Screens!
Thanks, and...
Special thanks to everyone who has participated thus far, as we look forwards to the progression of Chapter 6...The most ambitious Nomad Project yet! I will confirm that another in-game heist is planned for after several set-up RPs unfold over the next several weeks/month.
Recruitment has officially been re-opened, feel free to find a Nomad in game and contact them for Trial screening.
:3 The fires are just getting started, and the heathens shall be cleansed :3
-
Awsome work V
-
https://youtu.be/tzzsrDdpDco
-
Decree of Exile
It has come to the attention of the Prophet that Maxim_Pavlov. has exhibited behavior unbecoming of the recognition as a "Nomad", and is no longer worthy of the title of "Dominus Class", which are supposed to be prestigious ranks and held to a higher standard. Thusly, Maxim_Pavlov. been ejected from the ranks in EXILE. This decision is non-negotiable, final, and will not qualify for Redemption based on prior history.
May you find what you seek, elsewhere.
-
Very very good topic :app:
-
Chapter 6-2: Flight of the Angel
'Ey, V. Long time. We need to talk business. Duke said over the phone.
You know where to find me, V responded. The Lot, was where. Their little slice of paradise. And it was being invaded. Yes indeed, they needed to talk business.
But this was of a different kind, the kind that makes the world turn. This was business as usual. After giving V the rundown, the two headed for the Angels of Death airstrip, due North of Fort Carson. Taking a vantage, they scouted the meeting, and when satisfied pulled up to the already waiting figures.
Division representatives, an offshoot of the security detail from during V's Mayoral campaign, had brought an odd little mousa bearing Greasy's favorite flavor..it was smacktastick! They spoke numbers, and the deal was agreed upon.
(https://s17.postimg.org/3y746x03z/01-greasy.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/j6x1kvwf3/02-_Vantage.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/va2d889zj/03-_Of_Hawks_And_Mice.png)
Finally, the product arrived, just as night fell. All was quiet.
Loading the plane didn't take long, and Greasy estimated he'd be back by the morning from his Mexican contacts that he was selling to...and he'd be back with the money.
That gave them some quality time with V, as he kept a vigilant optic over their guests. Heading to Hotel Californication, the night rolled on inside the partially renovated club.
(https://s17.postimg.org/nst5t6zxr/04-_Nightfall.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/exsbimt4v/05-_Angels_Flight.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/4npwjdvjj/06-_Bar_Of_Dreams.png)
Morning came too quickly, as V remembered to check his phone.
1 Unred Text Message
He'd barely made it back to the cargo truck when Greasy called.
Made it back, bring the boys. Duke reiterated. On the way, V responded through the alcoholic state. Driving back was full of swerving, as the Hawk Brothers kept their distance behind the truck.
After crash landing the truck into a nearby Sparrow, V took a rest on the sand. The deal went on, and the cash was loaded into the truck. The Mousa splashed some water in V's face to sober him up. After a brief period of wobbly legs, V was able to stand on his own again.
V gave over the keys to the loaded truck, as he and Duke headed inside. As the door clicked shut behind them, V seemed to instantly sober up.
Think they bought it? V asked with a sly grin.
Duke smirked back. Down to business.
(https://s17.postimg.org/ov3cbp8gf/07-_Over_The_Road.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/3lfq0vfb3/08-_Arrivals_And_Departures.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/qmwb6l4nz/09-_Confessions.png)
-
Nice stuff, Val. :)
-
:uhm:
-
Group Updates, February 2018
- Inactive members removed
- Members with any ties to LawDogs have been removed
- Territorial properties updated
- Group Relations updated
- Rules/Guidelines, minor tweaks
- Patents submitted for renewal
- Legal disclaimer posted
- Ranks are still being re-adjusted
If you've already been involved with the production of Chapter 6, welcome aboard! You are in for a treat! Anyone who hasn't, is more then welcome to contact me or any of our associates either in game or on forums. Ideas are always at least heard and considered, and we'll do a best-effort to include.
-
Glad to see you still kicking.
When I think back this is one of the most memorable groups I've been a part of. Definitely glad I was able to type out some thoughts and junk some buffalos on the way.
Vael you are insane and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Glad to see you still hanging.
-
Insane? No, mad.
Hope youve found what you seek. In the meantime, you know where to find me :D
-
Chapter 6-2: Flight of the Angel
'Ey, V. Long time. We need to talk business. Duke said over the phone.
You know where to find me, V responded. The Lot, was where. Their little slice of paradise. And it was being invaded. Yes indeed, they needed to talk business.
But this was of a different kind, the kind that makes the world turn. This was business as usual. After giving V the rundown, the two headed for the Angels of Death airstrip, due North of Fort Carson. Taking a vantage, they scouted the meeting, and when satisfied pulled up to the already waiting figures.
Division representatives, an offshoot of the security detail from during V's Mayoral campaign, had brought an odd little mousa bearing Greasy's favorite flavor..it was smacktastick! They spoke numbers, and the deal was agreed upon.
(https://s17.postimg.org/3y746x03z/01-greasy.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/j6x1kvwf3/02-_Vantage.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/va2d889zj/03-_Of_Hawks_And_Mice.png)
Finally, the product arrived, just as night fell. All was quiet.
Loading the plane didn't take long, and Greasy estimated he'd be back by the morning from his Mexican contacts that he was selling to...and he'd be back with the money.
That gave them some quality time with V, as he kept a vigilant optic over their guests. Heading to Hotel Californication, the night rolled on inside the partially renovated club.
(https://s17.postimg.org/nst5t6zxr/04-_Nightfall.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/exsbimt4v/05-_Angels_Flight.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/4npwjdvjj/06-_Bar_Of_Dreams.png)
Morning came too quickly, as V remembered to check his phone.
1 Unred Text Message
He'd barely made it back to the cargo truck when Greasy called.
Made it back, bring the boys. Duke reiterated. On the way, V responded through the alcoholic state. Driving back was full of swerving, as the Hawk Brothers kept their distance behind the truck.
After crash landing the truck into a nearby Sparrow, V took a rest on the sand. The deal went on, and the cash was loaded into the truck. The Mousa splashed some water in V's face to sober him up. After a brief period of wobbly legs, V was able to stand on his own again.
V gave over the keys to the loaded truck, as he and Duke headed inside. As the door clicked shut behind them, V seemed to instantly sober up.
Think they bought it? V asked with a sly grin.
Duke smirked back. Down to business.
(https://s17.postimg.org/ov3cbp8gf/07-_Over_The_Road.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/3lfq0vfb3/08-_Arrivals_And_Departures.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/qmwb6l4nz/09-_Confessions.png)
Dope.
-
Legal Tender
Decree of Replacement
It has come to the attention of the Prophet that the increasing inflation of the Argonath Dollar has become wildly out of control with massive money sinks appearing. As such, prices for guns have soared on the black market, prices for custom properties are unrealistic for the poor and destitute, and it is all from the general failing of the ARD. As such, our Great Prophet has offered a genuine solution to protect our most vital of assets!
No longer shall we be bound to the tyranny of the Almighty ARD, no, my Brothers. No longer! Gems shall be the currency of the Nomads of Carson. The value of a person shall be measured by their RAW mining abilities and time spent in the server supporting it, not by the depths of their pockets from drug-money exploitation.
For now, there will exist an exchange where you can convert your FILTY ARD into Gems, (and vice versa for those foolish enough to sell their Gems).
Current* exchange rates are as follows:
- Sage: $158 ARD each
- Emerald: $150 ARD each
- Fucshia: $125 ARD each
- Ruby: $100 ARD each
*Current prior to Invoice 1042.
Officially Signed Decree
Vaeldious Coronis
-
(https://s18.postimg.org/shzp89ei1/1042.png)
And so it began, the insurmountable task of replacing the current, broken financial system of dollars with precious, valuable gems. There was a method to V's madness...but only time would tell if his plan would be successful. For now, he would rid himself and his brethren of the FILTHY dollars.
Current prices have been updated on the main page.
-
Chapter 6-3: Devil's Deal
Timing was critical. Planning was crucial. Things were now a jigsaw puzzle, and it was time to start putting the pieces in place. If the plan was to succeed, it depended on a lot of variables. He spotted an /ad, that was one of the perfect pieces.
Yeah, I've got sequentially numbered containers, the female voice replied over the phone without asking any further questions. Good. I'll take 10, he responded. After a quick drive down to Los Santos into the Willowfield area, he soon found the LCL Logistics (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=122822.0) warehouse. It wasn't much to look at, but V knew all too well that things aren't always what they seem on the outside.
He glanced around the room, as Lucille Marquez started the paperwork. After a few signatures, they headed back outside where she pointed to the stack of cargo containers he'd just purchased. Inwardly, he smiled as he imagined the impact the containers would have. Offering his card, they parted ways, with V heading back to Fort Carson for his RoadTrain and Lucy heading inside with another customer.
The afternoon rolled by, and the old, beaten up RoadTrain long past its prime roared to life; another testament of the deception of outward appearances. It lurched forwards, with a deep suction through its intake, shuddered and shifted; pouring black smoke out of the exhaust.
Arriving back in Willowfield, V hooked the first container of ten up. It was going to be a long night, he thought. And these containers aren't even packed yet.
(https://s14.postimg.org/btdp15gq9/01-_Paper_Trail.png)
(https://s14.postimg.org/fpr0x81qp/02-_Thems_The_Ones.png)
(https://s14.postimg.org/ar3iioq81/03-_Auto_Bots_Roll_Out.png)
Duke had done plenty to help the Nomads, and it was time for some quid pro quo. The two sat together on the wings of a stunt plane and discussed the Angel's needs to continue operations. Duke's south-of-the-border buyer was ready for another shipment.
Looking across the airfield, two plumes of dust could be seen fast approaching. Yours? was all V asked.
Duke nodded as the pair came into sight. Before Duke could make introductions, V hopped off the wing and smiled at the female dismounting the bike.
Nice to see ya again, he casually said to Lucy.
No time for chitchat, it seemed. The group split up and started searching high and low for dealers looking to make some quick cash. Wasn't long before all their trunks were full. Just waiting on delivery, V radioed in at the last location. Alright, on my way to collect, Duke instructed.
Glancing down off the bridge, he couldn't help but to shudder. Even with water below him, he hated heights. But he waited, until he saw Duke rolling up.
(https://s14.postimg.org/m3g40fwc1/04-_Angels_Wings.png)
(https://s14.postimg.org/hhjzs2vdd/05-_Runnin_The_Train.png)
They made it back to the airport and started packing the plane. Duke took a phone call, and it seemed that the last load was en route.
V spotted another dust plume heading towards them and nudged Duke. He instantly recognized the car as that of one of the Hawk brothers. As they shook hands, V nudged Duke again. Not mine, Duke said as he reached around his back, readying his Deagle.
It was a sports car, carelessly driving across the runway. As the driver hopped out, Duke shouted, 'EY! Runways are for PLANES, not CARS! The three of them approached the driver, who began apologizing. Don't let it happen again, Duke demanded before the driver headed off for his Maverick rental and flew off.
Alone again, the three started pulling cases of their trunks, and loading them onto Duke's plane. Duke fired up the propeller as V knocked hard twice on the chassis, followed by a thumbs up signaling the cargo was secured.
As the plane pulled forwards, smoke began billowing out of it. V thought for a moment as he watched the smoke...it looked strangely similar to the smoke produced while cooking a batch of meth.
That's it, he thought, watching the smoke dissipate into the air. That's the missing piece.
(https://s14.postimg.org/a1kq6afdt/06-_Deal_Interrupted.png)
(https://s14.postimg.org/g2if3erq9/07-_Packs_Of_Snacks.png)
(https://s14.postimg.org/9c1xty1zl/08-_Smokin.png)
-
Great read and glad to be part of this :)
-
Great read and glad to be part of this :)
Glad to have you participate ;)
IMO the best part is all the stuff I leave out from the interactions that only those present know about :D
Also, any Nomad has permission to post their own Chapters/Episodes in the main storyline or even branched off.
-
Nice work! :jackson:
-
Great job vaeldious always surprising me with your skills, i mean it.
(https://s18.postimg.org/shzp89ei1/1042.png)
And so it began, the insurmountable task of replacing the current, broken financial system of dollars with precious, valuable gems. There was a method to V's madness...but only time would tell if his plan would be successful. For now, he would rid himself and his brethren of the FILTHY dollars.
Current prices have been updated on the main page.
I like this the most :)
-
Great job vaeldious always surprising me with your skills, i mean it.
I like this the most :)
ah, the things i can do with a google image search and mspaint
*Glares at Win10* XD but thanks man, trying to make something unique here :)
Nice work! :jackson:
Thanks <3 (especially to those that helped in the early days of Nomads)
You guys can always seek sanctuary among the Nomads if ever needed or wanted
-
Chapter 6-4: Dogpounded
BAM-BAM-BAM came the obnoxious sound of metal pounding on the archaic wooden door. SAN ANDREAS PD! OPEN UP! an official sounding voice commanded as the pounding on the door continued. Through a groggy haze, he stood to his feet, kicking over beer cans and smashing them underfoot. He pulled the front door open in a wide swing and nearly stumbled forwards. Catching the doorjam, he propped himself upright barring entrance to the Angel's safehouse.
Can I...do for ya? V managed to slur out.
The officer tipped his hat forwards. Well, we're out an' about lookin' for some fugatives, he said as he held up a mugshot of Terry Hawk. V pretended to squint as he shook his head. Ain't seen em round these parts in over a year.
The LawDog pulled his card out and handed it over. If ya do see 'em, call me. The officer mounted his bike and rode off into the sunrise.
Mornings' dew evaporated quickly, as the midday sun rose even higher. Suddenly, a patrol car pulled up in front of the Journey. The younger black cop started walking up.
V threw a few finished baggies into a brown bag and rolled the top down on it. He popped the side door open and hopped out. Marcus! V smiled as the two embraced in a brotherly hug and exchanged packages.
(https://s14.postimg.org/ey3ipidz5/01-_Good_Andy.png)
(https://s14.postimg.org/hs6o2zb0h/02-_Caught_Red_Vanned.png)
The rest of the day was mostly uneventful.... until another LawDog started sniffing around and accused him of manufacturing methamphetamine. At least the stars are beautiful tonight, he thought as he tried to loosen the grip of his new silver bracelets.
V looked up into the night sky and sniffed the air. We should probably get going, he suggested.
The FBI agent was lanky, smallframed, and the kind of kid you'd pick on in school just because he was too easy of a target. V counted the spaces between heartbeats until he heard the explosion behind him that rocked the foundations of the houses.
(https://s14.postimg.org/qag47b9td/03-_Its_Full_Of_Stars.png)
(https://s14.postimg.org/pxoq15eox/04-_Posers.png)
(https://s14.postimg.org/3yibdy5kh/05-_Exblowshun.png)
After picking himself up off the ground from the explosion, the short-change special agent starred pulling on V's handcuffed arms, bringing him to his car. Strapped in, they took off in a nitrous-induced fury.
Most would have been terrified. Vaeldious wasn't like most people. The drifting, the e-braking, the jumps....He was having the time of his life heading back to Los Santos.
They arrived at the Los Santos FBI Field Office, just as daylight began to fail.
(https://s14.postimg.org/o5vr69ihd/06-_Flying_High_Again.png)
(https://s14.postimg.org/behkzr0zl/07-_My_Optics.png)
(https://s14.postimg.org/u6tg3ckj5/08-_Daylight_Dies.png)
Despite demanding for legal council, the FBI pinned meth manufacturing on him. So much for innocent until proven guilty, he thought as he listened to his sentence.
LIFE, without the possibility of parole, he heard just before the clanking of the cell shutting and locking.
(https://s14.postimg.org/x0wlgsezl/09-_Guilty.png)
(https://s14.postimg.org/6fu2l8s1t/10-_Into_The_Fire.png)
(https://s14.postimg.org/pyynu0ixd/11-_Bye_Felicia.png)
-
Damn nice! :app:
-
Damn nice! :app:
:app:
-
Nice chapter u got there
-
Hmm, this fits.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dzxFdtWmjto
Except the whole October thing. This is Chapter 6.
-
Chapter 6-5: Frontier Horizon
Time. The most relentless of all. It continued moving forwards, without V at the proverbial helm.
Duke had kept operations running smoothly, as Guardian Angels would do. Without V around, there were some believers started doubting again. The Angels grew larger, and stronger in the power void created.
Lucy from LCL Logistics, had opened her own Gem Exchange as well, being based in Los Santos and able to fetch premiums in the higher end area. She had the connections, that opened doors. She was a dreamer, though. The kind that could create realities. There were floor plans for constructing a go-kart track, and a garage, just to name a few projects for the Willowfield Industrial Parks (Or so aptly named, WIPs).
The Nomad Gem Exchange had fewer and fewer merchants. Despite this, the core of the beating heart kept strong, and the money kept flowing. Most of the returning sellers were LawDogs, but their money was good. Stockpiling had continued as scheduled.
(https://s17.postimg.org/pkz6chybz/1-_Carson_Boot.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/jmld2apnz/2-_Lucy_Deal.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/y38mh1mwv/3-_Strange_Dealings.png)
Across the Martin Bridge in Blueberry, Akriantis Coronis glanced around suspiciously as the car rolled into the dirt parking lot of the Horizon Defense & Security Solutions (http://www.argonathrpg.eu/index.php?topic=123377.0) training complex. Glancing on the back of a schematic, he looked at the address scrawled casually.
This is the right place... he muttered to himself as he continued counting the cameras. Leaving the engine running, and the door wide open as he stepped out, he set his pace to brisk towards the military figure by the Patriot garage.
Afternoon! You must be the Doc! **General** Bas Corleone called as he wiped the engine grease on his hands onto a rag.
Yes, yes, yes..Akriantis. That's me. Inside we go, he hurriedly gestured towards the complex. They could be watching... he said lower as he continued to glance around.
(https://s17.postimg.org/99z2gagq7/4-_Docs_In.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/thci8m1cv/5-_Strange_Doctor.png)
They went inside, where the odd doc continued to shift around the empty complex.
The projects we work on depend on the contracts we get, the General explained.
Nodding, Akri offered a schematic; one of implants of cybernetic eyes.
(https://s17.postimg.org/ihrax20nz/7-_Optical-1.png)
After a lengthy onboarding, `\Colonel/` Bruce McCain had arrived with the keys to access the lab.
So, if you want m4's with exploding rounds, sure, we can do that. Or if you want to launch explosive bowling balls. If that's your sorta thing, not saying it is, but as long as it explodes we're good. he breathlessly rambled on.
Or exploding bees! he quietly exclaimed while glancing around the room.
Right, bees. So, here's the keys, go get your equipment, Bruce reminded him and hurried him out the door.
Akriantis looked at the empty parking spot. I drove here, right? he asked back to the two commandos. Hmm, nevermind, I'll just bring a truck, with a trailer, that'll have all my equipment, and the stuff for working.... his voice trailed off as he wandered out of the parking lot on foot leaving the two left giving each other glances.
And indeed, to his word, he would. Later that day he brought a truck, with a trailer.
(https://s17.postimg.org/c5gr16khb/7-_BDUs.png)
(https://s17.postimg.org/xqh8avk2n/8-_Shipment_Arrival.png)
-
As usually, love it. :app:
-
:app: