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Alone in the dark



Reavy woke up in complete darkness. How long has she been here? Hours, days, weeks perhaps. Her whole body was sore and her mind was a misty haze. All she remembered were torn pieces of something

that felt like a dream. Unable to even remember who she was, she tried to move just to realize her hands are chained quite high to the wall. Hours passed as she sat there in darkness, her memories slowly

coming back in pieces. Soldiers, a weapon, familiar faces cropped up in her mind that gave her the feeling of belonging somewhere.


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Let the hammer fall

 Continuation of: http://fallenearth.rp-haven.com/blog-entry/traders-flat-rumble

Outsider HQ, Trader's Flat:

Specialist Johnson knocked on the door and entered the room, where specialists Hopper and Davenport discussed various issues over a glass of whiskey. Hopper looked at his colleague curiously: "Any news?". Johnson raised small dossier: "Report on the incicdent from our investigator just came through. There was a fire set by the garage as a diversion. Whoever did it was smart enough to throw box of ammo in the fire to make it sound like an attack. Furthermore the fire was set by the timed incendiary explosive... that ruled out most of the usual suspects. We also sent whatever remained of the attacker to the lab for tests to see if it sheds any light on the nature of the assailant and i think we hit a Jackpot". 

Davenport joined in rather sceptically: "Since when do we care about wastlander conflicts?" but Hopper quickly cut him off: "Five of our men were wounded in the explosion. Not only does it directy affect our assets but it also harms our reputation. If we don't do anything, soon we will have wastelanders having gunfights in front of our HQ, our field teams attacked by scavengers, et cetera... Please continue Johnson".

The young Specialist cleared her throat "Few years back Director Simmons ordered DNA samples be taken from all mercenaries contracted on Outsider business. One of those was woman called "Reavy". Ran a small high-profile mercenary outfit out of sector two, called Wolfpack. When we compared the DNA with the Lifenet database and GlobalTech records, we got a heavily encrypted file designated CX-36951-A from the Globaltech weapons research database. At that point i was transferred from the lab to the field teams so i don't know if we ever got anything out of it. But the nature of the research our department worked on was getting us information on need to know bassis, so i don't even know why were we running DNA samples through the database."

Hopper stared into his table for a moment before looking up at Johnson  "Contact the head of your old department and request the file on this woman"He then turned his attention to Davenport "Assemble a field team. I want her found and brought in, by any means necessary."

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Trader's Flat Rumble


As he gotten close enough he reached to remove attackers helmet, holding the shotgun in half assed stance. At that moment, female voice muffled by what seemed to be extreme pain spoke to him through the helmet mask. 

"Stop" she barked at him.

Wiseguy grabbed onto the helmet, trying to pull it up confident his oponent was too wounded to resist.

"Why would i?" he asked with a smirk as his colleague also stared moving up, not liking how the shotgun bearing wiseguy stood between him and the attacker.

"Hammertime" she said as she raised her head up to get on his eyelevel, her voice suddenly calm as she stopped faking the pain...

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The unlucky one


 Approximately a week ago:

Jack looked at his own reflection in window of one of the Flagstaff houses and sighed. It has been only few days since someone trashed his workplace and since then he has been having some hard times.

As if out of a sudden nobody needed "talent scouts" anymore. "Maybe The Union could have some use for me" he thought as he crossed the street. Roar of the engine and screeching of tires disturbed his thoughts

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Big trouble in empty town 2 (Zombies Ate My Neighbors)


Reavy drove past ruined gas station on the crackled road. Not looking well and not feeling anything, her thoughts were reduced to mere minimum carved into her brain by her creators and training. Loosing any sense of the world around her, loved ones or anyone else. Driven forward by instinct alone, personality and .."soul".. she developed over the years of her freedom had been long gone. Only some of the thought processes carved into her brain by her creators and training remained..


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Big trouble in empty town (Zombies Ate My Neighbors)


Sounds of gunfire finally ceased in the Redfields outskirts, as one of the walking corpses finally fallen to the ground motionless.


Young man hunched in the corner kept mumbling constantly, as if he was loosing his mind to fear.

"We're going to die, we're going to die, we're go..." 

Kick in the face silenced Greg, one of the refugees unlucky enough to get captured by marauding raiders as soon as his group reached Northfields. 

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Late night whiskey


Reavy sat by the window for hours without a single move, only half empty bottle of whiskey making her company as she watched the street in night's silence while thoughts slowly flowed through her mind...






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Time to take a look, part 2


(Continuation of http://fallenearth.rp-haven.com/blog/reavy/time-take-look


Reavy walked from the ruins towards her buggy, when terrific sounds of a creature alerted her. From under the hill, twisted form of what was once

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Time to take a look

Dark grey buggy raced across desolated lands of Alpha County towards Enforcer outpost south of Redemption. Reavy was in need of information, and from her time with them she knew well what Enforcer outposts always need. Supplies. 


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Reavy's journal - page 4

(This is IC journal of character Reavy. Everything mentioned here is either her current point of view, her own opinion, confusion, exhaustion or product of her ego. So no offense intended and critique welcomed. I'd appreciate if information it is containing would not be used unless discovered via IC interaction.)




Annoying, weak or incompetent. Whole wasteland apart from few. Every now and then, organization arise to destroy one part of its inhabitants, while "fighting" for the other. 

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Devil, Minions and Wolf







Jason came up to Reavy in Hope, wanting to talk in private. He said that he wants to go after Nylan. He seemed calm, free of all grudges against her. Why not give it a try she thought. During the talks, his radio buzzed to life. Someone unknown wanting to meet him in Kingman. Nylan, first thing that came up on her mind. She warned him, but he wanted to go there anyways. "Well, he was never much smart" she though to herself.

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Reavy's Journal



Third page of journal, after those years. 


Never been much into writing. Maybe because i only feel the need, when it's too much for me. Only place where i can afford to be weak, only place to leave my thoughts. To confide...

Kayleigh left the Wolfpack, plenty of reasons she never told me about, some of them i still don't understand. I accepted her as one of us, without her knowing what it means, without

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Chronicles of combat clone vol.2 - ex-alpha, lone wolf now




Thought i won't write in this ever again. And here i am, sitting with this book of thoughts. Only place where i can afford to be weak. 

What changed since the last time?  I gave up looking for relationship, love stuff is only trouble. Especially when sleeping with clone

of scientist who designed me pre-fall, and getting in love with him just to find out that he's crazy. Tried again, with girl who was assasin.

We had alot in common, lived together for a while. I was happy again...till she left without a word, just leaving brief note.


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Chronicles of security clone vol. 1


((IC info, you don't know about it unless you been there, someone told you about it or you hijacked Reavys car, where it is stored)) 


 Time to make me diary, so i can stop bothering people when something fucks up.


So dear diary, i thought i got over the thing with Cyndy. Yesterday proved me wrong. Seeing her in Flagstaff with Carrie brought up these  "hard to control" feelings. Moved by maybe anger, maybe thought of betrayal, i wanted to kill them, both.

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