warandpeace | (no subject)

WHO: Various
WHAT: Fallout / Metal Gear AU
WHEN: In the Fyooter
WHERE: New Vegas / Outer Heaven
WARNINGS & NOTES: TBA

[War. War never changes.]

[Except sometimes war changes.]

[Thirty-two years after the end of the NCR and Legion conflict in the Mohave, New Vegas is under a new regime. Nine years ago the Courier died, leaving behind her son, and a legendary hero that stepped in to take her place. He proposed a new order, one where the ideologies of the Legion, the NCR, the Khans would no longer matter. One where all of their soldiers would be freed of the shackles of their past. At first, he was embraced as he built his new nation. But then life ended as it had existed. The Mohave no longer was a place where dreams could be realized and children could grow up healthy. Now, the casinos are no longer lights that beckon the hopeful in the night, but symbols of military strength. A new order has risen, and what was once New Vegas has become Outer Heaven.]

[The Vaults have become homes for tribes of warriors, private forces that are constantly at war. Civilian life is nearly impossible, and only nomads, traders, are permitted any lack of affiliation as they travel from one vault to the next, exchanging their wares, taking surplus weapons from one to the next to maintain the constant lifestyle of war. War without purpose. Raiders are the only ones that remain truly free of this way of life.]

[The son of the Courier is a motivational figurehead, but a pawn of the two men behind the curtain. Determined to make up for his guilt over his mother's death, he leads in the hope that he will find peace in their constant war, but lives in bitterness at what the Mohave's new hero has cost him.]

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Felis Fera. Otherwise known as "Revolver Ocelot." [He gestures loosely down at the man with his own gun.] Legion born, intended to be the successor to Vulpes Inculta one day. Master hypnotist, dangerous warrior. Right hand man to Vegas's new Big Boss.

[He rubs the back of his neck.]

Dead.

[No, he hadn't been thinking. Just operating off emotion and anger and ten years of being under this man's bootheel.] It doesn't matter. Not right now. I'll tell you later.

[After Elle has frisked him over, Kaz grabs Ocelot's feet and starts to drag him across the floor, closer to a deactivated securitron. There he starts stripping him of items. Including those stupid cowboy boots, which he kicks across the floor as if those are the most offensive of all.]