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

[Vaeldious]

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.

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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.

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[Johan_S]

Amazing job V! 

[Vaeldious]

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.

[Vaeldious]

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.
 

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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.

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[clancker]

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.

[Vaeldious]

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.

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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

[makala]

What a great chapter! So glad I could be apart of it. So much more to come!

[Salmonella]

Really great stuff V, looking forward to the next chapter, indeed! 

[Verz]

Great effort V, keep it up!

[Vaeldious]

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.

[Vaeldious]

Back from inactivity. Updated main page properties to include Nomad Desert Home Furnishings - Fort Carson.

[Vaeldious]

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.

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[Trevor.]

Nice work V, keep it up.

[Vaeldious]

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.

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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.

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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.

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[Vaeldious]

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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After a celebratory hike across San Andreas, the Svenssons and FLA retired to Gas Station 9 Airport, courtesy of Lustig Airways.

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