Fallout 4 Mercenary Novels & Stories

Hamed cursed, “That’s the firepower of two f*cking artillery battalions! What are they trying to do?! Are they trying to blow us all up?” As he spoke, the deputy commander hurried in, and he was panting as he said, “Commander, I just received news that the government had hired ten thousand mercenaries from an overseas mercenary group called Ten Thousand Armies. It is said that these ten thousand mercenaries are all extremely powerful, and they have already conquered several opposition forces one after the other. Even Hafiz, who used to have a good relationship with us, was also terminated two nights ago!” Hamed was immediately dumbfounded. “What? Hafiz has already been killed? Why haven’t I

Nyx roared. The Kroltan mercenary queen leaped from the smoking crater of her crashed drop pod. She swung her massive kinetic hammer, smashing the skull of a lunging Abyssal angel into a spray of corrupted, dark-violet blood. Behind her, ten thousand Bloodhand mercenaries flooded the plaza like a tidal wave of sheer, unadulterated violence. They didn't care about divine formations. They cared about the kill count. Heavy plasma fire, kinetic slugs, and brutal melee weapons wove a deafening, chaotic net of destruction across the sanctuary.

I’ve braided my long black hair, undone it, then re-braided it, fidgeting about in the back, settling even deeper into my large, white, fur coat, and I decided it's time to say something. “I’m hungry sir,” I tell the driver. The golden and brown curtain dividing the front and back of the carriage is drawn and my bodyguard, Dante, checks on me. He’s dressed in his official black and red armor, and I can see his sword poking through the side of the curtain, about to fall over to my side. “Aren’t you hot in that thing,” I ask. “Aren’t you, dressed in that fancy rug,” Dante replies, mocking my coat. “I’ll have you know I can have your head for that, as the future wife of Imperator Seth,” I giggl

Doing so would be a waste. Thus, the crew members of White Snake were safe for the time being. Snow Fenner was still suspended in the air. Fear had consumed her entire being. She found herself incapable of understanding why so many people suddenly showed up to lay claim to her life. And, what was this eighteen billion-dollar bounty they were talking about, anyway? “Panthera, your Leopard Mercenary Corps is the world’s top mercenary regiment. There are many heavy firearms in the corps. “And every time you guys go on a mission, you have to bring all your machine guns, rocket launchers, and Gatling guns. What’s going on today?

he asked. The mercenary’s mind raced for an answer, survival overriding his pride. "My boss… ordered that I watch out for a chopper," he managed, his voice cracking under the strain, each word a fight against the pressure on his throat. "Hmm…" The Lycan’s head tilted slightly, those piercing red eyes narrowing as if weighing the truth of the confession. Then, abruptly, it loosened its grip. The mercenary dropped to the ground, collapsing in a heap among the roots and leaves.

It flies back, slamming into the wall. Three men stand in the doorway. They’re dressed in mismatched tactical gear, their faces covered by masks. But on their shoulders, distinct and terrifying, is a patch I recognize. A claw gripping an iron bar. Ironclaw mercenaries. "Found her," the lead mercenary growls. His eyes flick from me to Elara, then to the bundle in her arms. "Well, well. Looks like we’re just in time for the party." "Get out!" Elara screams, backing toward the window. "Get out!"

So basically, even if he reported it, they would only think that he made up things and that he was just afraid and so. It may cause more unwanted attention to himself which already made him so sick. And they might suggest to him to hire mercenary to help him accomplished the mission. However, Yman was not a money bag. He was in a tight situation financially. Hiring mercenary would come with a price that depends on the mercenary rank. "Heh!" He scoffed after seeing the new name that appeared above the enemy's health bar. Noble Rat was written in an exchange for the Evil Rat. He was sure that right now, this enemy had already evolved into a Wanderer rank D+ beast.

We ate our meagre soup in silence, the air thick with feigned despair. At eight o’clock, the heavy steel bolt on the door screeched open. A man I hadn’t seen before, mid-thirties, with dull brown hair and tired eyes, pushed the slop bucket inside. He was unremarkable, dressed in the same uniform as the others, but without the hard-edged military bearing. He was just a mercenary, a cog in Mia’s machine, clearly there for the money, not the cause. Perfect. He avoided our eyes, clearly uncomfortable with the silent, despairing tableau of women inside.

Adam said as he got up. "He wants someone to give him space so he could concentrate on his work, he wants someone who won't show off her body to the public because he wants her for himself on his bed and he won't be someone like you.. he hates attention and you're too beautiful to be ignored, Ivory." Adam left after that. "He will come here.. I will make sure of that." I said it too myself. I got up and walked back into the mansion to find Marie. I caught the sight of her and she looked mad. I quickly walked to her.

“The guy with the tattoos on his arms,” I say. “He was here yesterday. Where is he?” “Martell?” Stefan asks. He looks over his shoulder. “He’s here somewhere, he never misses training.” “He’s not here,” Piper says, her voice grave. “Who is he?” I ask. “What are those tattoos?” “He’s a mercenary,” Piper explains. “Doesn’t belong to any particular pack. Hires out his skills in fighting, scouting, whatever.”