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Traders

RWBY and JNPR ate their breakfast, only to go to class after words. It was only at lunch were Weiss tells JNPR about the aliens. They thought their are little green jerks, Jaune then ask about watching the next episode.

JNPR grab their chairs and sat next to RWBY. Ruby then plays the episode.

FALLOUT Lore: Ch.16 – Crimson Caravan, Gun Runners, Van Graffs

Civilization is a delicate thing. Tribals can hunt and gather in complete isolation. Small towns can grow their own food and dig their own wells with little need for outsiders. But anything larger than a little collection of shacks, and folk will need to bring in supplies from somewhere else eventually. Before the Great War, people had more belongings than they knew what to do with. The bombs destroyed a lot of it, but many of those pre-war goodies are still out there, waiting for someone to come along, dig them up, and haul across the wasteland in search of someone who's willing to pay for them.

"I could easily have that job." Both Nora and Ren said.

Some parts of the wasteland are blessed with piles of pre-war rubble that hold endless bits of scrap that can be used for repairs. Other places have the rare gift of fertile soil and can grow crops. And a few places even have fresh water without a taint of radiation. Problem is, most of those places are far away from each other, and the roads between them are filled with raiders, abominations, and hostile robots. It takes a brave person to walk those trails day in and day out. Or a ruthless one.

"Like Yang." Ruby said.

"And Pyrrha!" Nora yelled.

*Two old cars on top of one another.*

The Crimson Caravan has been driving brahmin carts across New California for over a hundred years, and they're still around because of their business savvy, luck, and plain old ruthlessness. They were among the first organized groups of traders in what is now the New California Republic. Not a glamorous start, hauling scrap and water from the Hub to Necropolis and elsewhere, but their adventurous spirit, and outright recklessness made them grow into one of the biggest businesses in the land today.

"That's is a okay start." Weiss said, knowing her grandfather had to start off low.

Back in 2161 New California was much more wild, and gangs like the Vipers, the Khans and the Jackals were a serious danger to anyone who set foot outside of a town. The Crimson Caravan would hire just about anyone with a gun and a few scars to guide their caravans and fight off the raiders. If you loved the sound of bullets whizzing by, and didn't mind killing someone over a wagon of Nuka Cola, then there was always plenty of work to go around. One of the Vault Dweller's first companions pulled a stint with the Crimson Caravan, and rumors around the Hub say that the Vault Dweller personally guarded a few shipments too.

"Neat." Nora said. Everyone did thought they could guard a caravan with ease.

In those days the Crimson Caravan hitched their brahmin to the husks of pre-war cars, but these days most traders just bundle everything up on the poor brahmin's back then walk the wasteland on their own two feet. The caravans are smaller, but they're well-armed, and it's a common site to see traders and their bodyguards chasing off a pack of overzealous raiders who were hoping to find some easy loot.

"Like Yang at Jr.'s." Ruby said.

*Brahmin*

"Okay, why is it both ugly and cute at the same time?" Weiss ask. (I fine cow cute... And delicious.)

The Crimson Caravan has spread out East into the Mojave after 2273. A move that ain't working out too well for them. These parts have had their own couriers and caravans for years. Too much competition for the new blood. Everyone knows that if you need something moved fast, the Mojave Express will get the job done. And with the NCR streaming towards the Colorado river there's too much commerce going on for any one company to handle it all.