[SA:MP] Nomads of Carson - Motor Club | All Things Metal

[Salmonella]

Cool V! See you on the streets!

[Dennis.]

Good luck =V=!

[Vaeldious]

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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[Vaeldious]

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.

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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.

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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.

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[Vaeldious]

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.

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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.

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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'

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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.

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[Vaeldious]

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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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[Conk]

You forgot to censor one of the screenshots 

*cry*

[Vaeldious]

You forgot to censor one of the screenshots 

*cry*

Yes I did, and it has been corrected.

[Salmonella]

It had to be done.

[makala]

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.

[Vaeldious]

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!

[Vaeldious]

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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[Erioni]

It seems very organised, also awesome topic! 
Good luck with this V,
See you in game! 

[Lincoln.]

Nice one, Vael!
Good luck and hope to RP with you soon!

[Vaeldious]

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.

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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.

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