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Part 3: God of smiths and fire/the mutant and the hammer/revolver music: It had been months since Henry was buried in stone and iron. Time moved strangely in prison—days piling on like sandstorms over bones, leaving nothing but silence and dust. The letter from Kyle crawled across the wastes slower than rust itself before it reached Senator Ryson Ruth of the NCR. Ruth knew Henry well. They had bled in the same dirt for two tours. He didn’t hesitate—he sent the appeal to the courts. With his name, and the names of others who knew Henry the appeal was accepted. But nothing in the Mojave is ever clean. Henry lay on the cot, staring at cracks in the ceiling that looked like maps of forgotten wars, when a knock rattled the bars. A guard appeared, faceless in the light, carrying a stack of files. He slid them in. “Consider this a favor from Ruth.” Henry flipped them open. A name burned at him from the front page: Bobby Baklava. He’d stepped into Henry’s boots after Henry broke—rage carved him out of the ranks. But Bobby wasn’t just a replacement. He was a rot spreading through NCR territory: drugs, corpses, investigators swallowed whole. He should’ve been caged long ago, but he’d slipped the bars. Now he hid in Freeside, where the NCR’s hands were tied by gangs, thugs, and powers too tangled to cut clean. Another knock broke Henry’s thoughts. MPs at the bars. “Your lucky day. You’re out.” The vertibird that carried him away didn’t reek of mustard gas like the one that had delivered him to the CF. Its hull was clean, metal catching the light of a dying sun as it cut through the air. When it landed at Mojave Outpost, the reception split in two: cheers from green enlisted men who saw him as legend, and cold stares from officers and special forces who remembered his actions. Henry met their eyes and said nothing. He knew their anger. He deserved it. The courtroom’s shadow still clung to him like chains. But apology was for later. He had one last task to complete. Freeside rose before him, a carcass city of neon bones and teeth gnashing in poverty’s grin. Its streets were oil-slick with desperation, voices shouting over one another like feral dogs. Henry knew the files hadn’t been mercy. They were payment. A bargain. His freedom written in someone else’s blood. Nothing on the pages ordered a kill, but every word screamed it. So he would answer. He stripped himself of his usual armor and weapons, walking the streets in plain rags. To the city, he was no one—just another mutant, shuffling through the ruins. Bobby wasn’t hard to find. Like rot, he had his own stench. He sat alone in a bar, broad back hunched toward the door, a drink sweating on the table. Henry stepped in, voice steady. “Bobby Baklava.” The mutant turned, mouth curling into a reply. “Yeah, and who the fuc—” The hammer spoke first. Henry’s .44 leapt from its holster like it had been waiting all these months. Books Henry had read long ago crawled out of memory in that instant, stories older than the Mojave, older than bullets. The birth of Athena haunted him. And now he saw himself as Hephaestus—the revolver his blacksmith’s hammer, the man before him Zeus. The bullet struck, tearing, splitting, pouring. Bobby’s mind cracked open, blood spilling. But no goddess was born from that wound. Only silence. Only death. Bobby fell heavy to the ground, the thud echoing like a war drum. Henry stood over him and placed two more rounds into the skull, as if demanding a god to rise from the ruin. None came. The brain glistened, exposed, steaming in the dim barlight—yet it birthed no war, no wisdom. Only a corpse cooling in sawdust. Henry slipped back into the night, his boots whispering against Freeside’s dirt. Past the gates, he paused. The wastes stretched before him—blackened earth, the horizon scarred by forgotten bombs. “If there is a god of war,” he thought, smoke curling from his lips, “then he has already walked these roads.” The cigarette’s ember lit his face for a moment, then faded. He turned back toward the outpost, vanishing into the Mojave night.

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In-Game Name: Legate Invictus / Hellfire Veteran SGM "Brown" Steam ID and Discord ID: STEAM_0:1:574790424 / SwirlActual Length of Time on the Server: From Release -> Present Why do you want to be a member of the Event Team? (100 word minimum): Honestly I like doing events, it's make the sever more fun. I know how to do events, so I thought why not give it a shot and see how it goes. I really love the community and want to do more than just be a part of it. As I see myself best fit enough to take on the responsibility of being in the Event Team. I feel as if I have the experience and knowledge to make some of the greatest events on the server as there is so much lore to work with and many amazing stories left to recreate in fallout. Previous Event Team/GM Experience: Head GM / Senior GM / GM (Revival Severs SST RP) GM / TGM (Revival Severs HALO RP) GM (Warfront Axis vs Soviets) SGM / GM / TGM (Imperium Gaming) What Skills/Attributes do you bring to the table?: Leadership (I have lead GM teams before and held many ranks) Experience (I have been a GM over 5+ times) Ideas (I know what the people want as I have been in many factions) knowledge (I know a lot of fallot lore) How old are you?: 18 What are your past bans on the Server (if any): 1 Day / 1 Week Briefly describe a possible event you would like to host on the server: Some event ideas rather then just one would be.. The Lost City A city that is lost by time, called Subterra, concealed beneath the barren wastelands, remained a closely guarded secret for centuries until a series of seismic disturbances unearthed its entrances. As rumors spread of a subterranean paradise untouched by radiation and chaos, factions from across the wasteland converge on the newly revealed city, each with their own intentions. The event would involve players navigating through treacherous tunnels, encountering remnants of the old world's technology and society preserved in pristine condition. However, they must also contend with the descendants of the original inhabitants, who have developed their own unique culture and customs over generations. Once they wipe the city there will be a reward. Either Specialized Knowledge: Uncover ancient texts, holotapes, or data archives containing valuable scientific research, engineering schematics, or medical breakthroughs. Or some type of weapon, that has not been seen before. High Command Visit A visit from the cores factions overseers, which will hold a large flag up for each. Followed by some type of either speech, broadcast, or roleplay from each overseer to announce an event for every core which is know as the "Core War". --> Core War A large war event, where every core has a chance to fight for something great. Either being a special item, or weapon for there success. This would be over the span of two days. There will be many wars which will earn them points, which will be used to for the final. The final would be the top TWO most cores with the most POINTS who will compete for a chance at victory and glory amongst the wastelands. Each battle with be custom to each core. NCR / Legion, would be in hover dam if possible, or a fort. Earth Invasion Prepare for the Alien Evasion which will be an event open to all. Following several spaceship crashes, a trail emerges, leading to a heavily guarded alien hideout. Players will have to storm the hideout to uncover its secrets which are guarded by powerful aliens. Upon its capture, a server room awaits, offering perks to three lucky users. These perks, will be either a temporary research boost or a player advantage like a perk.

In-Game Name: Loud Pipe OOC Name: Hoovy54 Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:423668631 Discord: Hoovy Do you understand that being born in means you cannot defect from the faction? Yes Why do you want to join the Khan's OOCly?: I think Khans is one of the more flexible / Fun factions to be in, you make drugs, looks cool, and shoot whoever is against you, and your in the market business if you wanna call it that. I loved being a Khan and I wanna be a khan again. It makes a off-life / Main-life really fun no matter what. Nothing to really complain about if you have good HC in khans. Where do you want to go in Khan's?: Anywhere That Needs Help

1. What is your name: John Moore 2. Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:423668631 3. Discord ID: Hoovy 4. Why do you want to join talon: Talon CO makes a huge impact because we got the most guns and we make the most income. And we can use both of those to work forward as a company and individually. So, Funni Gun, And Funni Munny Make Funni Outcome. 5. Who are the best mercenaries in the wasteland: Gunners Suck, Talon CO is on Top, How is this even a question ??? 6. How experienced with the server are you: A Good Amount, I wanna learn more though

FORMAT: (Hiii :3) In-Game Name: [Reed King, Dr Bergman, Bob Bulk Jr] Steam ID and Discord ID: [STEAM_0:1:188514327] [POLICEMASTER] Length of Time on the Server: [Started playing in 3.0 but I took a break after that, returned during this wipe] Why do you want to be a member of the Event Team? (100 word minimum): [I'm watching this server slowly *slowly* die due to various things, such as inactive SC, lack of players' interest, lack of transparency from staff, and overall mismanagement. I want to join the Staff team so that I can help with these problems to the best of my abilities and help the players on the divide server with their staff-related issues. Like we have people MAKING GIFS clowning on staff for not doing shit or claiming tickets *when there on*. Theres a point where shit is getting so fucked that you need to step in and im going to do what I can.] Previous staff experience: [I have done small staff/gamemaster jobs for Deep Gaming SCP RP (also a community veteran there) a long time ago] What Skills/Attributes do you bring to the table? [Active community member] How old are you?: [15] What are your past bans on the Server (if any): [None that I can recall] List as many rules without looking at the rules list [Metagaming - using ooc knowledge icly] [Meta Baiting - baiting people into meta gaiming] [Power Gaming - performing actions in /me that are physically impossible such as "/me blows up your head with my mind"] [IC VS OOC] [Fail RP - Unrealistic behavior such as breaking fear rp] [RDM - Randomly killing a player] [Chat/voice rules - Don't be racist, don't say stupid shit (I know insane)] [NSFW - ABSOLUTELY NOT] [NLR - Players must wait 15 minutes after dying to return to the location they died at] [Hacking/exploiting is bannable] Lying on this application may result in a ban Image related cat_economy.mp4

A Vertibird sets down in Mojave Outpost, with 7 Uniformed Soldiers sprinting out of it. As they surrounded the bar, they radio'd in, attempting to talk to the NCR on duty, but only found radio static. "Come on out Teddy. We have your hidey hole surrounded." The Door came down with a single kick. Flashlights shown everywhere...but strangely enough...nobody came out. The entire outpost was empty. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Recon found themselves in a small shack off the coast of Dayglow, Teddy peaking out the window. An APC passed, and he ducked back into the dark with the rest of his squad. It had been 9 days, 7 hours. "Painter" lit a small match, and set the fireplace alight....though the wind pushing through the rotted wood put it out quickly. They were all so cold. "How much longer do we need to hold?" The most tedious question that had been asked again and again "How much longer?" "How much Longer?" Slugs didn't know. "Another 3 days."

Paradise fallen victim , -1 PF is an interesting concept and it can work along as the toxicity is controlled and not goin out of RP.

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In-Game Name: Minggan Frost-Bite OOC Name: Frost Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:181306911 Discord: mistr_donut Do you understand that being born in means you cannot defect from the faction? Yes Why do you want to join the Khan's OOCly?: House got locked Where do you want to go in Khan's?: Support

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In-Game Name: Bitter-Steel OOC Name: hotelulazuriu Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:91059271 Discord: hotelulazuriu Do you understand that being born in means you cannot defect from the faction? I do. Why do you want to join the Khan's OOCly?: Figured i'd try something different on the recommendation of a friend. Where do you want to go in Khan's?: Leadership & PVP

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In-Game Name: Make-The-Way OOC Name: Haiden Winters Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:122190340 Discord: dannetheman03 Do you understand that being born in means you cannot defect from the faction? yes Why do you want to join the Khan's OOCly?: I want to be able to sell chems during eu times when most american members are not around Where do you want to go in Khan's?: all i want to do is to sell chems to the people that needs them

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You have been accepted, contact Sofalo on discord.

You have been accepted, contact Sofalo on discord.