Post by Bellamy Blake on Nov 12, 2016 15:57:39 GMT
Tag: whatever
THE HELL WE WANT
Mount Weather was all they had hoped it would be. The threat of grounders had prevented them from being able to get to the facility, but before the battle had commenced, the delinquents were all knocked out and taken to Mount Weather. No one else had to die. The place welcomed them, under the leadership of Dante Wallace who seemed relaxed and even eager to have more people join the place. Things had become more settled. They were in a protected, stable facility, they had ample food, water, security, luxurious quarters -- compared to their tents -- and there was just so much to do in this place.
Bellamy had of course naturally been skeptical at first, but everyone became at ease once it was realized that this place . . . really could become their home. Bellamy had immersed himself as one of the guardsman, entering the field and being trained by another high ranking official named Carl Emerson. He had helped the rest of the Arkers settle in when the remainder of the Ark came down. The benefit of Bellamy, and others like him being in the guard, was that they could venture outside with an immunity to radiation. Something that could greatly benefit what was now their joined societies.
Today, he was going to go out with Emerson to the Ark to pick up some supplies. They would be taking a rover and need only be a two person job. Dressed appropriately for the journey, Bellamy made his way to where they would be getting their weapons, seeing that Carl was already there. Bellamy had come to respect him, valuing the knowledge he had to share. Bellamy had once hoped to be a guard, only to be terminated, then pretend to be one. Now . . . it seemed that the initial attempt, would finally be met. "Ready when you are," he stated, knowing that the sooner they left, the sooner they could return.
Bellamy had of course naturally been skeptical at first, but everyone became at ease once it was realized that this place . . . really could become their home. Bellamy had immersed himself as one of the guardsman, entering the field and being trained by another high ranking official named Carl Emerson. He had helped the rest of the Arkers settle in when the remainder of the Ark came down. The benefit of Bellamy, and others like him being in the guard, was that they could venture outside with an immunity to radiation. Something that could greatly benefit what was now their joined societies.
Today, he was going to go out with Emerson to the Ark to pick up some supplies. They would be taking a rover and need only be a two person job. Dressed appropriately for the journey, Bellamy made his way to where they would be getting their weapons, seeing that Carl was already there. Bellamy had come to respect him, valuing the knowledge he had to share. Bellamy had once hoped to be a guard, only to be terminated, then pretend to be one. Now . . . it seemed that the initial attempt, would finally be met. "Ready when you are," he stated, knowing that the sooner they left, the sooner they could return.
