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

[Vaeldious]

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

[youoo]

It's quite interesting interior

Keep it up!

[Vaeldious]

Mapping has started on the Vault, the interior accessible through the HQ helipad elevator.

Some may recognize where the inspiration came from :P

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Photos moved to Nomads Cartography page.

[Max_Crawford]

very nice looks like Vault 101 

[Vaeldious]

Mapped a more realistic 1F brothel, with detailed public bathroom, two private rooms, two offices backstage, and a full bar.

273 objects.

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Photos moved to Nomads Cartography page.

[Vaeldious]

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.

[Vaeldious]

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.

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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.

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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 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.

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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.

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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.

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[Vaeldious]

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.

[Vaeldious]

Chapter 5-8 : The Securicar Heist

In Game Event

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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[Vaeldious]

Chapter 6-1: Into The LawDoghouse

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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[adam_malik]

Good Screens!

[Vaeldious]

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

[Trevor.]

Awsome work V

[Khm]

[Vaeldious]

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.