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Character Backstory: The Rabbit P2
By: Sixx Date: March 11, 2013, 2:09 pm
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***
A year had passed inside of the camp. A year of mistreatment and
abuse. He shivered every night from the cold, he was fed at most
once or twice a week, and his malnourishment affected his work.
Meaning he was beaten again and again and fed much less. Through
all the year he had spent in that camp, he had managed to craft
a rebreather on the sly. Keeping it under his Rags as he worked.
Hiding it amongst the clutter as he slept. Amongst all of the
other slaves, there was one that really caught his attention.
Oliver Bowden. Together, slowly, throughout the months they
devised a plan to get themselves out of the camp. And with that
plan, came a ride on death's road.
One cold winters night, the Boy and Oliver woke up after
drinking alot of irradiated water. Complaining about sickness to
a Legionary guard. The guard told them to shut up and go back to
sleep. But they continuously persisted. The guard eventually
threatened to execute them and raised his rifle at Oliver. The
Boy came up behind him with a Rock and smashed it with all his
might across the back of his head. A crack and thud nearly awoke
more slaves as he hit the floor. Undressing the Legionnaire,
Oliver took the clothes of the guard and retrieved the
rebreather. He bound the boys hands and took him out of the camp
into the main sector of the Fort. After many glaring looks and
potential threats, they eventually managed to make it to a quiet
part of the walls. Unbinding his hands, Oliver bade him goodbye.
The Boy knew what Oliver was planning to do, but did not say a
word. Instead hugged his friend and began to dig with his hands
and teeth. After the cold night had gone by, the alarms had been
raised, and the carcass was found. The Boy burrowed under the
wall, making one final dive into the waters below. It was a swim
away to freedom. To ensure he was not saw, he turned on the
rebreather and swam underwater. Shutting his eyes all the way to
prevent blindness from the irradiated water. Making his way to
the shores. The Boy felt that same sense of freedom he had when
he first exited the confines of Goodsprings.
He was, free.
***
Knowing the only thing to do now was to find a place to hide. He
knew the Legion wouldn't be far behind. A good place to go would
be to Freeside. Back where he was born. Back to the streets
where he began.
Exchanging his rags for mucky Wastelander attire he found in a
house by the road, he traveled to Freeside to look for
opportunity. When he arrived, he found the same things he found
at Bitter Springs. Nothing good. Only the smell of death and the
sight of a ruined society. After a month or so of staying in the
Old Mormon Fort and spending whatever caps he could earn from
the occasional job on food and the water that was rationed by
the Kings. He knew where to go now. He knew where he would
survive; Home.
Home is where the heart is.
***
Travelling to Goodsprings proved a task. He encountered
Radscorpions, Cazadors and various other wildlife before finally
dawning upon the hill in which stood a large Red Crucifix,
though not in the style of those he saw in the Fort. This was
his Father's Memorial. Smiling, he spent some time there before
walking back into the Town. Into the Prospector's Saloon. Where
he saw the most beautiful Woman he had ever laid eyes upon.
Sunny glanced at him brielfy before fully turning to meet his
gaze. She knew who he was. She knew what he was here for. She
had heard the stories of him and The Legion. She had heard about
him and his travels. She also knew one other thing, she was
irrevocably in love with him.
After a long and much needed re union, the Boy held onto her for
dear life. She was the only thing he looked forward to coming
home to.
A night spent with Sunny and a night spent in the comforts of
his old residence on the hill was all the Boy needed to feel
truly happy. The plaguing memories of the Fort did not haunt him
for one night. And for this he was truly grateful. However it
seemed as if everything had just crashed down on top of him when
he awoke to screams outside. He jumped up out of bed, grabbing
the 9mm at his bedside, pulling on his clothes and rushing out
the door to see a horrific sight. A party of Legionnaires were
walking towards the house in which he slept prior, and they were
firing upon anything in sight. 7 of them, not as many as he
thought. He could also see an ominous glow in the distance,
probably another party waiting for the signal to come over the
hill. The Boy ran down the hill, taking cover beside a house.
Deja Vu. He could see Easy Pete across the street holding a
stick of Dynamite. The Boy held the pistol close to his head,
and with a signal for Easy Pete to follow, turned the corner and
took some shots at the Legionnaires. With an explosion added,
the party of 7 were blown away. Rushing out across the streets,
he readied himself for the second batch. Only to find the Legion
were flanking him. A new group of 7 Legionnaires took multiple
shots at him. Covering again, he and Pete synchronized, and
again destroyed a group of attackers. More and more of them came
around. Until a tidal wave of around 20 Men baring the armor of
a Veteran Legionnaire stormed over the hills hunting for heads.
Sunny stood there in the middle of it all. Stood adjacent from
the Saloon on the road. The Boy could see her expression as she
saw the Legionnaires coming towards her. She turned to the Boy
with a look that said 'Help Me.' And with out a moments warning,
she was shot dead in front of him. The Boy was ready to stand
there and be shot. He would take it if it meant he would die
with her. But as he stood there, gaunt faced. Chet rushed across
the street to push him into cover from the oncoming fires. 'Are
you mad you fool?!' Chet asked him furiously, unholstering his
33. Magnum. 'We have to stick this together!' He ordered.
Within that second, across the hill behind Chet, the Boy could
see another band of men. But they were not Caesar's Legion, nor
were they NCR or any other Faction that might have had anything
to do with this. It was, in fact, Oliver Bowden and Coman's
Mercenaries.
A blaze of adrenaline rushed through him, and suddenly he stood,
cocked his 9MM And vaulted the picket fence around the house.
Rushing into battle with the group of Mercenaries that had
joined in, Easy Pete, Trudy, Chet, and a few remaining Settlers
that were strong enough to hold a gun came out and faced the
oncoming horde head on.
Another cold night passed, and at the cost of a few lives, the
battle was won.
***
After the funerals of all those that had passed away that night,
the Boy was said to have been like a Rabbit. From hopping out of
the Legion Fort, to burrowing himself from predators, waiting
for the right moment to attack. Upon the end of the Funeral,
Trudy had given him the two last remainders of his only family.
Sunny's Laser Pistol, and Sixx's Sniper Rifle.
Finally deciding to be done with the Mojave Wasteland, Rabbit
was no longer the adventurous boy he had once been before, he
was now finally starting to live up to his Father's name. He was
finally,
Free.
Joining onto Coman's Mercenaries, they all ventured out in the
hopes of leading all threat away from Goodsprings. Taking a
breath of what he perceived to be fresh air. Rabbit was finally
understanding the true meaning of hope.
*****
Years later, Age 30. The Rabbit is known as a Legend through
Washington, the place that Coman's Mercenaries and more
importantly, he had finally decided to stay. The Rabbit had made
his leave of the Mercenaries and instead wandered around the
Wasteland looking for a reason to live. The Legion had won the
battle of Hoover Dam and were soon to be coming to him.
Then he found her.
Jewel, the 12 year old girl.
She had a striking resemblance to Sunny Smiles, and from the
moment Rabbit saw here he knew she was something special.
Taking her from the loneliness of the Wasteland, Rabbit took her
under his care. With the money he had earned from so many years
of bounties, Rabbit was able to look after her.
That was, until, he found out his next pursuer was not of the
Legion, but of those he once so sought to join. The NCR.
Jewel had been running from The Republic all her life. First,
for reasons unknown to him. But once he learnt why he was
desperate to keep her from harm. Not because he didn't want the
NCR to pay for not being there when the Legion attacked his
home, but because Jewel had been the only reason for him to
live.
Jewel's bloodtype was the one key to purifying the irradiated
water and to curing Cholera, a problem that was very apparent
here.
Although he was detatched from the group, Rabbit was very much
still apart of the Mercenaries, and they did not blink before
offering their help to him. Now, after the Rangers stepped into
the scene, and they knew of his location. The Mercenaries,
Rabbit and Jewel now face a worse threat than they ever did.
Now he wakes.
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