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[Vaeldious]

Decree of Exile

Boycott of Skills and Services: Sean.S

Sean.S has been ejected from the ranks of Nomads on the following grounds:
- [] Continuous Disrespect towards Dominus Nomads
- [] Inability To Follow Instructions, and Orders After Multiple Verbal Warnings
- [] 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=

[Vaeldious]

For exhibiting and practicing the trait of humility before peers,

Kobra_king (Convert)

 

Has been personally selected by the Dominus and invited to join our Brotherhood. Make sure to give him a Nomad welcome in-game too!

[TrotlDebilni]

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))

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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.

Spoiler for Artist's Rendition:

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

[Trevor.]

Awsome Giac!

[TrotlDebilni]

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.

[Vaeldious]

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!

[Vaeldious]

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.

[TrotlDebilni]

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.

Spoiler for Artist's Rendition:

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.

Spoiler for Artist's Rendition:

[Vaeldious]

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.

[Vaeldious]

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.

Spoiler for Interruption:

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. 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.

Spoiler for Artist's Rendition:

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.

[Vaeldious]

Decree of Exile

Boycott of Skills and Services: Steven.

Steven. has been ejected from the ranks of Nomads on the following grounds:
- [] Continuous Disrespect towards Dominus Nomads
- [] Inability To Follow Instructions, and Orders After Multiple Verbal Warnings
- [] 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=

[Vaeldious]

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=

[TrotlDebilni]

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

Spoiler for Artist's Rendition:

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.

Spoiler for Artist's Rendition:

[TrotlDebilni]

Chapter 3-8 : Justice Demands Retribution

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.

Spoiler for Artist's Rendition:

[Carlito.S]

Wait for it then Nomads.
Gaic These is fuckin amazing work and screens Broooooo I am a fan already bruh.
JUST AMAZING.