Fallout 4 Mercenary Novels & Stories

" I tried to gaslight my own mind. After all, he was very handsome. I bet he already has many women groveling over him. I don’t think a man with that status would waste his time for me. Marc started ranting like a father, stating advice that tingles my eardrums. He also explained the terms of our contract regarding the mission and said that I would only receive half of the reward. But our little chitty chat was interrupted as we all noticed someone’s, no, a few people's presence nearby. "Duck!" Marc’s panicking voice lingered in my ears. "What the!" The rain of bullets interrupted the word I was about to say. "Oh damn it, my garden!" I screamed in annoyance, then pointed my gun, trying to fi

I demand, then begin my walk over to their leader, Morris. The Moraders are another MC whom we used to work with when we ran guns and drugs. When I came to prospect with the Warriors, Austin had explained to me what happened with his father, and how we are no longer dealing or running guns. Instead we would be using our legitimate businesses to make profit, leaving the gun and drug running to our old rival the Road Kings MC. Their leader, Snake, was the one that put together this meeting. "You Chance?" The leader walks forward and lifts his hand for me to shake.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

"Godfather, you serious?" Even their toughest training never threw that much at them. Before she could argue, two vans unloaded a squad of mercenaries in black vests, packing cutting-edge rifles. Not paintballs and real steel. Lillian's gut sank. This wasn't a game.

Abel calmly elaborated. "Says a guy who single-handedly took out a whole army of rebels in Congolese 10 years ago", Jenny replied with a little chuckle. "Abel Mordecai Oliz, 35 years of Age. Ex-Mercenary going with the disguise name The Merc and later joined the CIA. But resigned 5 years ago. Favorite color is blue. Lost both wife and daughter right before his eyes in the bus taking them to the airport for a planned vacation at Hawaii. Still haven't had his revenge, because he is yet to figure out who is behind the Assassination." Jenny elaborated with a stern gaze.

When they browsed through the available omnicasts for mercenaries just like them, they found hundreds of thousands doing the same thing. Their faces darkened when they saw all those entries. How were they going to compete against that? They would have rather faced down a thousand enemy mecha than competition of this scale. While Eva thought of ways to break through the noise, Miko read the ridiculous titles on all the mercs’ ‘casts. [EMPEROR STYLE] Mercenaries Destroy UGFP Base

(He says placing his hands in his pockets with his thumbs out as he appears to lean back relax and nonchalantly) Sergeant Richards: Quite the mouth you're subordinate has there. It'll be a shame if we couldn't actually work on a deal after all I am interested in employing you all as mercenaries but not for any government. (He says as he holds up a flyer for a recruitment station Danztler had once placed back in Tokyo) Dantzler: See Xanne! He said the work word!! This means potential ally. Xanne: What about our fuel? Also who you calling a subordinate?!

Then, a person covered head to toe in grime climbed out, hastily crying, "Hey, wait! This is all a misunderstanding! Don't attack, okay? I'm coming out right now!" After wiping the dirt off his face, Andrew finally saw him clearly. He was a skinny man with torn combat gear, and blood was still seeping from his shoulder. His appearance was shifty, and his eyes kept darting over Andrew. "You're a wasteland mercenary?" Andrew saw through him and asked directly. The man immediately forced a dry laugh. "Sir, you have sharp eyes. Yes, I am Jeremy Kramer from the Lone Wolf Mercenary Group." Andrew asked again, "Since you are a mercenary, why were you hiding in a grave? Were you looking for corpses

But working in Aeternum is not easy even getting in would be hard, but with joining the Aeternum Merit Act, they will get prioritize. Also the Aeternum Merit Act, also have something called Merit points, the Higher the Merits, then the more you can get and easier it is to Obtained. That is why, 80% of the Mercenaries and Adventurer that in this current war, were all coming from Aeternum and those that based in Aeternum, all for the Merit points. And truthfully, those that comes from Aeternum, be it Mercenary or Adventurer, all of them were not only capable, but all of them were wearing high quality gears, strapped with high quality potions, which made those that looks at them in envy.

The eagle standing on the steward's shoulder suddenly flapped its wings and streaked across the sky like a white lightning bolt. "This brat is going to get into trouble." A mercenary gloated. The veterans had seen many unruly mercenaries being torn to pieces by the saint-level eagle. They already considered the teal-robed young man a dead man. In order to invade the new world, the Black-blood Dragon Mercenary Troop had recruited quite several newbies. These newbies would surely be regarded as cannon fodder. They were very unruly and tended to disobey instructions. It was time to warn them by punishing one of them.