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"I’ve been on one of those before. Y’all had an outpost out in the west coast, but that division weren’t big enough to rub two caps together, let alone fly around in a big ass whirly-bird.” Vera crossed her arms and stared up at the Vertibird. After a moment, she grinned.
“You know I stole one once from Navarro with my friend ED-E. I...I had to give it back, but for a minute, one of these puppies was mine.”
‘YOU KNOW THIS ISN’T RIGHT’ echoes so loudly in faith’s ears that her bright smile flickers just momentarily.
SHE DOES KNOW, she really does, but faith in all her flaws doesn’t know how to get out of the situation she got herself in. between enjoying becoming faith -- for everything SHE’S SUPPOSED TO BE and being fearful of something like joseph or his prophecy. she still hasn’t decided which. it’s probably more joseph himself, she hasn’t been PRESENTLY RELIGIOUS in quite awhile. a religious person, a follower of god & righteousness doesn’t get so addicted to cocaine that they tattoo THE FORMULA on their arm. the arm she never holds out for people, for new followers of eden to see. a real lie right there.
‘ IT’S JOSEPH’S WORD. ’ she always consequently dances between a scripted line to get followers & the truth hiding right in the lie. why are you doing this: it’s joseph’s word and JOSEPH GETS WHAT HE WANTS. her green eyes didn’t waver from his, they never do & nobody ever sees beyond the flower girl, nobody ever sees the REAL PAIN ETCHED RIGHT THERE. faith’s hand is still held out. she doesn’t quite say anything else. she instantly likes him. instantly likes this man & she’d actually hate FOR HIM TO BE DRAWN IN. she’s just humming now, the familiar tune of amazing grace. other than the intoxication of both bliss & moon flowers ALREADY IN THE AIR. she hasn’t actually drugged him, she isn’t actually manipulating his high state to move him or CONTROL HIM.
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Running. Endlessly running. Never stopping, never taking a moment to rest and think. The cult didn’t, how could she? Still, she needed a plane, someone to take down the blasted ones that hunted for her. Every shot gave away her location and the thundering sound of their engines made her hands shake. Fox couldn’t ask Nick, it was too risky, he had a baby to look after now -- even if he insisted on fighting. No. Grace had mentioned someone else and Fox jumped at the chance. From the way Grace spoke of him, it didn’t sound like she needed to worry about him up in the clouds ( she would, of course, in the same way she worried about all of them. oh atlas with the world on her shoulders ).
“Darian? Jacob Darian?” Fox called out, wary even here. It was possible the cult had him, but judging by the AdjudiCor FBW-2 parked safely inside an open hangar, it wasn’t likely. One of the Seeds would’ve surely grabbed it by now. Her hands were up as if the green of her deputy’s shirt wasn’t enough to show she meant no harm. “Grace Armstrong sent me, said you might be willing to help out the Resistance.”
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“Okay, okay, okay,” Willie said, gesturing with his bat at the vertibird. He’d never ridden in one. He’d have to use his charms to cop a ride on the handsome bird.
“How much I gotta pay for a ride on that big ole thing? Or better yet, what do I have to take off?” He was teasing. Of course. Up until he was actually asked to. Then. He might.
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✿ ｡:.*________~𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓜𝓪𝓶𝓪~________ *.:｡ ✿
Paladin Danse had talked up the Brotherhood a great bit, going on and on about it’s glory- the discipline associated with it. Ali couldn’t help the smile that played upon her lips, the near giddiness and pride in the towering warrior’s voice reminded her of.. someone she once loved, quite deeply.
She’d gone to the Cambridge Police Station as soon as she saw the great blimp. If the woman were to be frank, she didn’t believe blimps were still existent in her own time- much less over two-hundred years later.. but it was a sight to behold. The vertibird’s accompanying it definitely added to the majesty.
When they boarded one, Allison sat along the side. Her superior had given her permission to use the machine gun tacked onto the vessel, but the mother appeared unsure. Her gaze wandered about for a moment, drinking in the machinery that went into the aircraft before landing on the supposed pilot. A Lancer, Danse called them..Brown eyes lingered over the many buttons, switches and green-glowing radars. With cheerfulness in her voice, Ali spoke up- LOUDLY against the thuddering of the flaps.
❝ Can’t imagine what it must feel like to pilot one of these things! How long have you been flying?❞
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“ heard you were the man i should speak to in regards to this? “ his tone shines with rare, self-deprecating humour as he indicates the vehicle parked across the street, black fumes rising from its hood like a proverbial smoke signal for help. it’s probably a miracle he still managed to drive it this far, with the noises the engine’d been making and jerome won’t be surprised if there’s nothing more that can be done to save it, but he’ll try his luck regardless. “ peggies got her good this time. i’d try my own hand at fixing it, but what god gave me in skills at handling herbs and tending to wounds, he seems to have passed me by in the mechanical side of things. “
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he has his hands up - fingers wriggling and loose. because taking a blast to the face of lazer or plasma wasn’t on his ‘to-do’ list today. what was, was the potential for a pocketful of caps and maybe some spare ammo - if he could get a deal for it. it wasn’t exactly a secret that the brotherhood had a vested interest in tech, and jericho had a vested interest in not starving to death in a hole in the damn ground - a sad and tragic corpse for the radscorpions to nibble on. so, hopefully what was in his pack could prove to be -- mutually beneficial.
not that there was always a welcome - brotherhood milling around, poking at machines, clunking in their metal suits doing... well, whatever it was they did. he didn’t know a hell of a lot about it - and none of the ones he’d ever encountered seemed overly eager to share. most of the time they just did their thing, and he did his.
❝ just here for trade. somethin y’all might be interested in... ❞
if the price was right. however, he’s not shy of tossing a little chum into the water to see if he can get a bite. making sure to move steady and slow as he slipped off the pack and let it settle on the ground, flipping the lid and tossing out a piece of metal. a piece of metal with a scratched emblem emblazoned on the rusted surface... a circle of stars with the letter ‘E’ in the center.
❝ found that along with it. so -- you got someone for me to talk to, or should i be movin’ along??? ❞
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The soft light of dawn bloomed over the wasteland, creeping over the hills and into the ruins, filtering in through the cracks of a Red Rocket’s boarded up window and falling in crooked stripes across the dusty floor. As the light finally stretched the length of the room to touch the opposite wall, it roused the truck stop’s singular occupant from his brittle state of repose.
Slowly cracking one eye open, Stanley groaned as he lifted a hand to rub his face. Typically he wouldn’t find a dusty tile floor suitable for sleeping on- but neither was the bare ground, and the comfort of walls and a ceiling was always preferable to the vulnerability of the open air.
With a bit of effort, he pushed himself up from his sad little approximation of a bed-- that is to say, the damaged leather school bag he’d substituted for a pillow and the tattered remains of a blanket that.. Could have actually been a tablecloth, for all he could tell. After fussing his hair into some semblance of presentable and brushing himself clean of dust, he gathered his meager possessions and cautiously left the shelter of the truck stop.
The morning was cool and quiet. The only nearby sound that gave any indication of life was that of his own footsteps as he walked down the fractured tarmac- but not for long. Stanley slowed, looking up from his Pip-Boy as a familiar--but entirely unexpected--noise filled the sky. It couldn’t be..
Faint at first, the gradually approaching hum of a vertibird grew louder until the form of the huge machine appeared over the skeletal treetops. He could scarcely believe what he was seeing- for several days, he’d struggled with the sinking feeling that no semblance of a functioning civilization had managed to survive the war.. He hadn’t come upon any evidence to prove otherwise, beyond the loosely organized gangs of brutish people he’d had the misfortune of running into so far.
But, there it was- a functional vertibird being piloted directly overhead. He didn’t even think to hide. Instead he stood directly in the center of the road, as it flew past him and into the distance, kicking up a brief wind in its wake. Walking to the edge of the road and bracing his hands against the guard rail, he watched as the vertibird came to a stop over an open square surrounded by the broken shells of hollowed out buildings- as it descended, Stanley took in a deep breath and immediately set off toward the landing site.
As he neared the area, the sound of voices rose from the morning quiet, but he didn’t venture into the open yet, choosing instead to remain out of sight and listen. In any other situation, he would have been ashamed of himself for eavesdropping, but in the wake of his harrowing experience thus far, precaution seemed well advised.
