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Dr. Hal Beckett bangs his glass on the table. "Can I have everyone's attention please." A hush falls over the bar aside from a few murmurs about how he looks old for a man his age. "I'd like to propose a toast" he says. "To 'Slugger' Heather Espinoza who took the wheel from our top driver in Elmsfield, Everett Everett after he was injured in the race. Slugger has given Team Bansi our first major league victory since the Gateway Autumn Meltdown in 2047." The rest of the Elmsfield crew erupt in cheers and back slapping.
Washing glasses behind the bar Joe smiles knowing this will be a profitable night for him.
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Fred was all by himself in Elmsfield now days, so often whispered to himself.

- such a Petty achievement - [ooc B) ] - one day Everett

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Posted Aug 22, 2011, 3:10 am
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Ron "Big-Guns" Pinson leaned into the seat and the wood chair groaned and squeaked as it took his weight.....

"I gotta story for ya if y'all wanna hear it....." He said in a deep bass voice.
He leaned back and the chair groaned.

"Can't tell 'ya if everything was true, but I'll tell what I know was told to me!"

He leaned back farther and kicked his heels up to the tabletop, clasping his hands behind his head, stopping at the wall before toppling backwards and looking around at the other barflies.
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Come on Bastielle.... Try to add to this RP..... I know you can 'Ya ROO!
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Posted Aug 28, 2011, 5:21 am Last edited Aug 28, 2011, 6:20 am by *JD_Basher*
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Fred tries to hold back his laughter. But too late. Both for hiding his ammusment and for removing the offer of his hand in assistance. Pinson had a firm grip and now fred had a broken hand. He was now the focus of the patrons attentions and thought he best listen to this tale.
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Posted Sep 3, 2011, 7:25 am
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Pinson, trying to look cool, fell in a heap pulling Fred with him to the floor. He got up more quickly than a man of his bulk should have been able to move. "Oh, damn.... sorry for the hand Mate!... Have a seat... Lemme get you a drink bud!" Pinson tried to brush the dust and debris from Fred but his ham-fisted hands looked like they were doing more damage than helping. He really was as strong as he looked.

"3 more Dex, if you please" Pinson said as he adjusted a chair for Fred... "Here ya go dood!"

"So, you wanna hear a good story do ya?" Pinson pushed the remains of his shattered previous seat away with a LARGE foot and pulled another chair from the next table not looking if anyone was occupying it.... It was empty luckily and groaned as his weight settled into it.

The laughs and chatter of the other bar-goers dropped in volume as Pinson and Fred took their seats.

"All right then, I'll tell you a TRUE story!... I was young, I wasn't liked by anyone..... I had no friends like I do now... I grew up too fast.... Too big, too soon." "My Pop told me, You'll grow into it Son"

My dad liked BIG weapons.. He also liked big rides.... I mean BIG ones! I'm not talking the little bitty Lorries we have now..... He drove a Big Rig!.... One of the last 'Road-Trains'.. 5 trailers at least! I grew up fingerprinting (unloading) all of the cargo out of all those trailers.

He said I had a knack at gunnery. He said I could take out a drivers eye at 400 yards... I didn't believe him.
I did love oiling the guns on his rig though! The smell of cordite.

Pinson shook his massive head and cleared his thoughts...

His eyes cleared and he looked directly at Fred.
My Pop had seven people working for him when we went on the last run. Every one of them was to man a gun. Five in the trailers and 2 in the cab of the truck. I was just excess weight I suppose.

We started out from Gateway Southbound and down.... I got some shut-eye in the first 4 hours till I heard the gears changing and the chambers being loaded. The sound of the road was hard-pan, bumping the suspension on every small outcrop of stone. I woke wiping the sleep from my 15 year old eyes and looked at my Dad....

He looked at me and said, "Get on the floor son.. We have a problem."
I dropped to my knees...
With one hand on the wheel and the other flicking gunnery activation switches overhead, he then reached for the microphone to tell the gunners their guns were active. "Guns HOT" he said. They responded, "1-2-3-4-5-6-7"

We were coming up the the twin bridges.... A BAD place to be with as long of a load that we had in our road train......

(to be continued...)
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Posted Sep 14, 2011, 6:31 am Last edited Oct 7, 2011, 12:32 am by *JD_Basher*
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[ooc] hang on, I need some thinking time. T.O.!  :cyclops:

Freds eyes light up at he sound of big rigs and road trains.... he holds his cup tight, sipping it nervously as he listened.
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Posted Sep 15, 2011, 12:42 am Last edited Oct 5, 2011, 2:07 am by *Bastille*
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(ooc) Here's some more!

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The weight of the trailers kept us to around 40 mph because of the snaking road leading up to the bridges. Pop was grabbing lower gears trying to keep the momentum up as we climbed a hill and made a right turn leading into a canyon right before the first bridge.

I rose up on my knees next to my Pop's driver seat to look out the windscreen as the canyon came into view. We were only moving at 30 mph by the time we straightened out in the canyon.

Pinson slowly shook his head and looked around. He didn't care who listened now.... The memory was there.... Pop's story would be told today.... He grabbed his drink and downed it with his cavernous mouth in one gulp....

I remember the tracers from both sides of the canyon passing over the top of us at first.... Then the sound of the weapon that fired it... They were close to us on both sides.

I'd never seen Pop so scared.... He grabbed the Microphone and yelled at the gunners..... "Shoot.... dammit.... SHOOT..... Target ANYONE!" He let the mic go and it dangled from the ceiling... No time to put it back in it's cradle. He was grabbing higher gears as we came down the slope to the first bridge... 35 mph now.

The tracers from both sides were hitting us now.... Mainly aimed at the trailers.... Except one on the right.

The guns in our trailers opened up as soon as Pop said so....
Each side weapon shot from us made the road train weave like a sidewinder on hot sand... Pop had his hands full Gearjamming.

(more incoming)
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Posted Sep 22, 2011, 7:52 am Last edited Sep 22, 2011, 7:56 am by *JD_Basher*
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By now almost every eye in the bar was honed in on Pinson. Usually it was due to fear, for whome may lose their arm next, but today it was through pure admiration for the story unfolding before them. Those too far to hear clearly were insisting on silence around them so they could catch wind of the tale.

Fred was now leaning right in over the table astounded by the tale, he could drive good, but his real love was for them big rigs and wondered why Chester had let him rot up here in Elms when his talents would be much better spent behind the wheel of the Mighty Mesan. He was so engrossed by every word spat from Pinsons huge gob, he didn't realise he was biting on the end of his bowie knife. Blood started to drip from his bottom lip, he kept gnawing and kept listening.
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Posted Oct 5, 2011, 2:16 am Last edited Oct 5, 2011, 2:17 am by *Bastille*
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Pinson stopped talking and looked at Fred using the bowie like a toothpick until he saw the dribble of blood slip from the corner of Fred's mouth. Pinson reached over with his large hand and gingerly took the handle of the blade in his fingers and removed the blade from Fred's control and stabbed it into the table in front of Fred.... The table shuddered when the blade stuck upright.. "You wanna chew on steel or hear more of my story?"

Fred looked wide eyed at Pinson and nodded 'yes' silently...

Pinson continued....

There were four of us in the cab... Pop was driving, a gunner in the passenger seat manning a gun... and another gunner in the sleeper manning the other side gun, and me kneeling between the seats in front. The other five gunners were in the trailers... One in each trailer.

I was trying to look out the windscreen when Pop triggered the front AT gun. I was blinded by a flashcube bright light and the floor of the truck raised up with the recoil and slammed me face first to the floor. I was scared.... When the suspension of the truck settled the bouncing, I was able to look up and see more tracers passing over the truck past the windscreen... With all the gunfire reports I was hearing I didn't even hear the passenger window shatter....

Pinson took a huge breath and let it out as he gulped down another drink in one shot. He held up his glass and called to the bartender.. "Three more please... One for my friend and two for me." Pinson nods his head up and down agreeing with internal thoughts and looks back at Fred..

I was looking at the passenger seat gunner when the window blew out. I was looking at his hand as he pulled the trigger one last time..... His finger was pulling the trigger in pulses... 2 pulls... rest... 2 pulls rest... The gatling gun responded in time with the trigger pulls... brrrrrrrAAAAppp-----brrrrrrrAAAAppp...... rest.....

I was looking at his hand when the window blew... Then all I saw was pink.... Pink covered the windscreen, Pink covered his trigger hand, Pink covered me.... It was just a big cloud of pink that covered the inside of the cab... I thought a paint gun round had come through the window and hit us and detonated in the cab.... I was wrong.

I heard my Pop calling my name.... "RONNIE!...Are you OK?.... RONNIE!....." I felt his hand shaking me.. "You OK boy?"...
I looked up at him... I could barely hear him with all the gunfire.... All I could say was "Yup"...

"Get in the seat there Son" he said, pointing to the passenger gunner.. "move him to the floor..."... Then I noticed the gunner had a gory mess where his head should have been... The window had been smashed by a Car Rifle round and had taken our gunners life. He felt no pain. I vomited on his lap as I unbuckled him from his harness and pushed him to the floor where I had been kneeling before...

"Whew...." Pinson said as he exhaled... "Bad memories"... The glass of brew in his hand looked tiny as he up-ended it into his mouth... He wiped his lips with his sleeve..... "Yeah... Bad memories." Pinson held up his glass and said... "Three more please."

OOC: To be continued.....
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Posted Oct 6, 2011, 1:37 am Last edited Oct 6, 2011, 5:56 am by *JD_Basher*
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There was plenty of murmer in the huddle, now 5-6 gangsters deep surrounding the table...

...What about the mess...

....no way Id be sitting in that muck...

...oh like there was a choice...

....to make his son take up guard at that point...

..what choice did he have, cool head that ol' man, gotta admire that...

...pink mist? Whast he talking about....

..Brain splat ya twat...

Fred 'Flint' Stone struggled to keep up with the drinks, but was right there hanging on Pinsons every word. His hand reached back out to the bowie knife gripping it tight beofre one of the mob got any dumb ideas of pinching it.

"Go on... go on..."
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Posted Oct 31, 2011, 11:19 am Last edited Oct 31, 2011, 11:19 am by *Bastille*
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Pinson heard every word as he downed the first of his two fresh beers.

Yeah, I made a mess getting our gunner outta his seat.

The 'PLOP' sound the gunner made when he hit the floor as his insides tried to come out what was left of his neck haunts me to this day.

The gunner seat was slippery as I tried to buckle the harness.
Pop triggered the AT gun again... I was seated this time. I still wasn't ready.

I was just about to touch the grips of the Gatling gun when the AT round went off and lifted the truck with the recoil. The truck came up.... My head went straight down into the clip mounted on the side of the weapon.

"Ronnie!........... On the hill.... two o'clock... You got him?"

"Yup" I said tightening the belt and my grip on the weapon.

There were so many tracers coming at us I didn't know where to look till Pop told me. I saw a Buzzer on the hill on the right and was amazed at how the flames coming out the front grille made the car look so small. He was shooting at US!

Our side weapons had no 'HUD' help...... I looked down the barrels and pulled the trigger.....Twice....

The first burst raised lots of dust in front of the Buzzer and made a few hits on its front armor... I raised the aim a bit and pulled the trigger again. I saw the tracers arcing from my flaming barrel straight into the hood and windscreen of the Buzzer...

I heard my Pop say, "Seven....... Bail-out....." on the microphone.

I triggered the Gatling gun again in pulses and the Buzzers windscreen exploded. I saw the passenger door open and a woman fell out. I didn't know what to do.... "Dad.." I yelled.

He replied, "Shes armed....... shoot her!"

A voice came over the speakers..... "Seven.... In...... Four....." Our seventh gunner had made it to trailer four, abandoning the fifth trailer..

Pop reached to the dashboard and flicked a switch....
The kingpin of the fifth trailer exploded and released the 30 foot long roadblock from what was left of our 'Road-Train'..

(To be continued)
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The girl in my sights was no more than 20 years old.....
Probably on her first mission.

As soon as she hit the ground she tucked and rolled behind a small rocky outcrop..... She was good..
I let off a single Gat burst in her direction to keep her head down.

"Five.... two kills....." "Three.... one kill"
The gunners voices were drowned out by the AT gun continuous fire.

The weapon fire was intense!

I barely heard my Pop say, "Kill her Ronnie, she may kill us with her rifle if you don't"
He was talking about the Buzzer passenger.... I waited till she showed the barrel of her rifle over the rock hill she was behind. I had her range...

I pulled the trigger just as I saw the rifle barrel come over the rocks.

A bright line of tracers etched a dusty trail up to the girls position as I pulled the trigger. She had her weapon shouldered and ready to fire when my Gat rounds hit her.

Her rifle was thrown from her hand with two bullets, the next bullet hit her square in the forehead lifting her body above the rocky hill. The remainder of the bullets from my burst zippered her from the crotch to her neck.

Pinson stopped talking and took a deep breath.

"That girl tried..... Did her best... I was better."

"That was my first kill....... A woman..."

Pinson lowered his head with the memory of the young girl he killed.

(to be continued)
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Posted Nov 6, 2011, 2:22 am Last edited Nov 6, 2011, 3:18 am by *JD_Basher*
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'Desertrunner' Randy Esquivel, grizzled farmer/scout-for-hire, poured himself another tequila from Crazy Joe's counter while the barkeep was engrossed in the story. This was getting better and better - top class entertainment *and* free liquor!
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Ron Pinson turned his head left and right looking at the crowd gathered listening to his story. He focused again on Fred Stone and continued his story.

"BAHHHHBoom"..... Pinson said, with all the voice he could muster.

The Buzzer lifted off its wheels from the ground, backwards, flipping in the crater it just created.

There were two cars next to the Buzzer when its engine detonated.
I didn't even know I had hit the engine with my gat...

The Buzzer explosion killed every member in the two cars next to it.
I had just made 6 kills in just less than one minute. Five in the cars and one on the ground.

The AT gun fired again... I saw Pop's hand move to the trigger on the steering wheel this time.. I was ready....The extra altitude gained after the round went off gave me a nice shot on one of the Mercenaries on our right. My feet slipped as I tried to turn the gunner seat I was strapped to. I lost my aim for a few seconds.

The Merc had an MMG as a side weapon and twin rear flamethrowers and decided to use them next to my Gat.

I pushed the Gat in its cradle mount aiming at the car running side-by-side next to us. His gunner was faster and WELL trained! He took off most of our side armor in one shot. I opened up on him......

Most of my shots hit his side armor... A few found his tires and slowed him a bit. I decided to 'spray' the car. I had to reload soon anyway.
I held the trigger and aimed for the engine sticking out of the hood...
I missed the engine... I had never held a gun like this in my hands.... My adrenaline was kicking in and I was moving the gun all over the place, not picking my targets.

The Mercenary lit up the right side of our truck with twin blasts from his rear flamethrower as he turned from my bullets.

"Hang on Ronnie!...."
I turned to look at my Dad.....
As I turned my head, I saw a Phoenix in front of us... Rooster-Tails of dirt four feet high rained down from the rear wheels twenty feet behind the car. The driver of the Phoenix had his foot to the floor wanting more speed!..... We had a reinforced ram plate.... The Phoenix driver knew he was going to die...

(to be continued)
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George Bush stumbles over to the table, wiping the the nasty brown juice from his chewing tobbaco, off his face with his greasy blood stained sleeve... Don't stop now he says I'm intrigued as a boy you were a better gunner than anyone of my five friends I just burried; "tell us more"
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"take a seat my spittle stained friend" Pinson said as Bush flopped into the seat offered.

When the Phoenix hit us, the top bolts of the ram plate gave way tilting the plate forward guiding the car under the truck. Our six ton chassis rose up and settled on the phoenix. Our remaining 4 trailer load of 130,000 lbs pushed us over him, he had no chance of surviving.

"I saw his face just before he died...... He was smiling.."

The AT gun fired just as the car hit us and raised the truck. The tracer arced to the horizon. I was strapped in my seat, bouncing with our rig... NO way I could target anyone!

The remaining ambushers were starting to move from their perches toward us firing all the time.

We turned onto the first bridge with our enemies just out of gun range.... Pop reached for the mic again....
"Gunners, number 3... NOW!" The remaining gunners in the 4th trailer moved to the third trailer. As they passed from one trailer to the other, two of the gunners were shot on the 'bridge' between the trailers.

"Five in three" came the reply from the gunners. "We lost two".
Pop reached up and toggled the fourth trailer kingpin and dropped it just as we passed the entrance of the first bridge.
That should slow them down, Pinson thought.

(to be continued)
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Freds eyes were bigger than dinner plates. The Muttering crowd growing in excitement.

"Man this is nuts. He dropped the trailer right there?"
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"Yup.. Dropped it right on the front of the bridge....." "It didn't stay there though"

We were moving a bit too fast and making a turn to boot!...
When 'Pop' released it, the damn thing slid along the left rail of the bridge until the top of the trailer caught one of the diagonals and flopped it on it's side, screeching to a stop next to the right side rail giving anyone who wanted to shoot at us that day free reign.... We had a bit of distance between them and us, but not much!
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Posted Dec 15, 2011, 6:23 am Last edited Dec 15, 2011, 6:24 am by *JD_Basher*
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The closest enemy, a marauder, hit his brakes when he saw the trailer drop and crash on the bridge. He stopped a lot faster than his friends did....

Two Phoenixes and the flamer Merc piled into his bumper, trying to avoid him and failing. Another Buzzer was bringing up the rear a bit slower and managed to miss the orgy of dented metal.

Pop said, "Ronnie"....... "Get on the left HMG..."
He didn't need to tell me twice.... I LOVED that weapon!
I hit the 'quick-release' button on my harness and swiveled the seat to move to my new post and I stepped on the remains of the gunner I had put on the floor minutes before. The other gunner in the cab with us was already moving to replace me in the right seat and saw my face as I realized I had stepped on a dead friend....

He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Go on boy, he didn't feel a thing"..... I didn't feel much better as I side-stepped the headless body on the floorboard.

The 'sleeper gun' had no seat.... I was kneeling on the floor trying to aim through a 2 foot square hole out the left side of our ride.
It was an HMG though!... I didn't need very good aim to make the gun do it's job!.... There was nothing made of flesh or metal that could stand up to LOTS of .50 caliber slugs hitting them.

Pinson picked up and downed the last beer taking time to swallow slowly this time.... He pulled a wad of bills from his leather overcoat and got Dexters attention.... "Dex.. If you please, a round for the house.. And that includes you!"....

Pinson looked at Fred.
You remember that second Buzzer that missed the pile-up at the first bridge?.. Well, they were good.... I mean experienced... BIG time...

Pop made the left turn off the bridge as the mortars came down. The Buzzer made it onto the bridge and was firing through the superstructure at us.. They didn't care if one the rounds hit the upper supports of the bridge they were on.... THAT'S what was so scary!

OOC:
To be continued...
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Was it the drink or fried scorpions that was weighing down on Fred as he listened, words from Pinsons lips were forming streams of colours that melded with the red aura obscuring the crowd.

Fred was finding it hard to talk, but a gasp managed to escape his fear filled form.

Members of the growing crowd continued to speculate on the tale.

"I know that bridge, been there many times" Boasted a green skin, hardly old enough to see over the bar, let alone know anything of Pinsons tale.

"Stupid wipper snapper, What would you know? Shut up so we can hear now will ya" Said an old veteran

Fred shuddered in his seat as he envisioned a purple dragon lashing out from the old veteran and attacking the child. This was bat country. His hunger for the Psychedelic fried insects grew, but he thought better of it, pushing the bowl out of his reach.
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