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Hero Reaps Her Rewards

*goat starer* Special Circumstances Darkwind Guru Evan Reds Faction Group: Contributors Posts: 10,907 Joined: Oct 29, 2007 Rita Childs, the renowned leader of special Circumstances, saunters into the Jet Blacks mechanics... just browsing between missions to rid the wastes of slavers and capitalists... "Psst..... whispers Jet... Your gang has been doing some heroic #### out there... must be hundreds of the meanest gangers in the wastes you have... er... wasted" "Just doing our job" Rita replies... "keeping the place safe for 'honest' citizens" "well its about time you had some recognition" jet replies... "I been keeping this back special but i want you to have it... its something you don't see much nowadays... he hands over a heavy bundle wrapped in an oil stained cloth. Rita carefully opens the cloth... in the past week teh gang have been given a mortar and a BPU by Arizona in Elms for their work to make elms that bit safer... what they have done in elms pales into insignificance compared to their operations in Badlands... this is going to be something good! The shiny weapon is revealed... in all its glory... "a medium rocket? you were keeping a medium rocket for 'special'?" ......................... vet wv zom pvp4 cont community deathrceL1 marshal pvp3 pvp2 Posted Jan 30, 2013, 11:32 am

betterlucky Freewheel Burning Autodueller Civs Faction Group: Members Posts: 278 Joined: Jul 18, 2009 Sometime later... The leader of Freewheel Burning in Badlands is called into Jet's stockroom for a surprise reward. "A gatling gun? Who do you expect me to kill with this pop gun?" "Spiders..." Jet shuddered. "They hunt me in my dreams. You gangs go out day after day taking down the pirates but you let the real enemy go free... at least until the day you have to walk home." Jet stared into space for a long moment, a haunted expression on his face. He started suddenly, looking around him as if not knowing where he was for a moment. Jet scowled at the nonplussed gang leader standing before him. "Wanda Pascarella, you tell *anyone* I'm scared of spiders, it'll be the last thing you ever say. You hear me?" "No-one will hear it from me or mine, Jet. You have my word." Wanda left the mechanics shop growling under her breath. "Great, now I have to fight in a car serviced by a man who wants me quiet. All that 46-Y and I still didn't see it coming..." ......................... vet wv zom Posted Jan 30, 2013, 1:40 pm

*goat starer* Special Circumstances Darkwind Guru Evan Reds Faction Group: Contributors Posts: 10,907 Joined: Oct 29, 2007 Jet looks slightly affronted but takes the rocket and places it with the rest of his stock. He mumbles something unconvincing about it being a "special rocket" as he does. Turning to Rita his smile returns. "tell you what. Come back in an hour and ishoulf have something marvellous for you" An hour later Rita steps over the threshold. She is not holding her breath. Jet is getting a bit of a rep for his special items. Sure enough he is standing proudly in front of a gatling gun. ......................... vet wv zom pvp4 cont community deathrceL1 marshal pvp3 pvp2 Posted Jan 30, 2013, 1:43 pm

Tonic Engine Racer Renegade Group: Members Posts: 159 Joined: Feb 26, 2009 Tequila 'Milk' Shake leans over the table to the leader of the Tonic Engines, 'El' Salvador Olivares. "We both have dumb nicknames," she says. He whispers back, "I know." There is a comfortable silence for a moment. After a moment, Tequila says, "Did you hear about the Circs snagging a mortar and a BPU in Elmsfield?" "Could be worth checking out," says her boss. Another comfortable silence. "Remember that time we won rifles in Texan?" "Yeah," says Olivares. "Many Bothans died for those rifles." "What's a Bothan?" "I think it's some kinda scientist." ......................... vet wv Posted Jan 30, 2013, 3:33 pm

*goat starer* Special Circumstances Darkwind Guru Evan Reds Faction Group: Contributors Posts: 10,907 Joined: Oct 29, 2007 Jet runs into the Grainne Uaile. he spies Rita and runs over. "I've got it! How about a 5lv8 Flail!" "That's more like it!" says Rita ......................... vet wv zom pvp4 cont community deathrceL1 marshal pvp3 pvp2 Posted Jan 30, 2013, 9:46 pm

betterlucky Freewheel Burning Autodueller Civs Faction Group: Members Posts: 278 Joined: Jul 18, 2009 Jet tapped Wanda on the shoulder, she had her pistol half out of it's holster before she realised who it was. "Hey, I have something for you," he said proudly. "And what would that be?" came Wanda's cautious reply. "I'll give you a clue." The oil smeared mechanic struck a pose before beginning to sing in a surprisingly deep, surprisingly out of tune voice. "When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie..." Wanda tucked her left hand under her right arm then covered her eyes with the right hand. "It's a moray?" she sighed. "Well, yes," Jet sounded hurt at her reaction. "Pretty good, huh?" "We have a ton of them in the garage, they make for OK emergency couriers." Wanda looked at Jet as hurt began to turn to annoyance. "It's a good car though and they're not always easy to find. We'll take it. Thanks, Jet. What have you got in the way of engines to go in it?" "I've got a great 4L that'll slot right in." "4L, eh?" Wanda listened to the unmistakable sound of a 5LV8 being revved enthusiastically. "That'll be just super." "I don't suppose..." "No, we won't be needing a gatling gun on it." ......................... vet wv zom Posted Jan 30, 2013, 10:23 pm

Racing Robbie The White Ashes Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Members Posts: 761 Joined: Jul 3, 2012 Stuggy Franz, the Cousin Jacks squad leader in Gateway, slams the door to the weapon bunker behind him and heads towards the bar shaking his head. Mazed Kevin his 2nd gunner shoved off the wall where he was stood waiting and hurried to catch up with his leader. “What’s up boss?” “You would think after those Third Avenue guys we wiped out that those guys would like us some more!” Stuggy replied. “A smegging Plow Ram is all they had for us” “Come on I need a drink” And with this Stuggy shoved open the door of Mezcal’s. ......................... vet wv northernsummer e2g raceL1 deathrceL1 slay2013 pvp3 ww pvp1 semiprocombat0,1,0 Posted Mar 27, 2013, 10:42 pm

Necrotech Vendetta Inc. Darkwind Guru Mutants Faction Group: Members Posts: 1,872 Joined: Jul 18, 2011 "Oil Baron" Daniel Plainview walks into the bar. Roughly 6'4" with a thick moustachioed mouth and slightly maniacal glint in his, waves over the a waitress with a calloused hand. In a peculiar accent that drawls politely, " Miss, I'd like to order a steak dinner. Medium Well, if you please" The waitress rushes off to put the order in with the cook, while Daniel seems to be oddly muttering something about drainage... Tequila and Sal briefly glance at each other in curiosity. Daniel looks seemingly past them into open air hollering ... "I ... DRANK... YOUR.. MILKSHAKE!, I Drank it up!" Sal nervously glances about and whispers to his companion.... "If he pulls  out a bowling pin, we better shoot him." Tequila seems to remember something from long ago mumbles back " Yeah, you ain't kiddin on that." Tonic said: Tequila 'Milk' Shake leans over the table to the leader of the Tonic Engines, 'El' Salvador Olivares. "We both have dumb nicknames," she says. He whispers back, "I know." There is a comfortable silence for a moment. After a moment, Tequila says, "Did you hear about the Circs snagging a mortar and a BPU in Elmsfield?" "Could be worth checking out," says her boss. Another comfortable silence. "Remember that time we won rifles in Texan?" "Yeah," says Olivares.  "Many Bothans died for those rifles." "What's a Bothan?" "I think it's some kinda scientist." ......................... vet wv santa1 deathrceL1 pvp4 gwped raceL1 combatL1 paintladder pvp3 ped2 pvp5 semiprocombat circuit2 pvp1 pvp2 slay2013 gwextrav triangle1 Posted Mar 28, 2013, 1:09 am Last edited Mar 28, 2013, 1:11 am by Necrotech

*goat starer* Special Circumstances Darkwind Guru Evan Reds Faction Group: Contributors Posts: 10,907 Joined: Oct 29, 2007 The Arbiters and Special Circumstances return, battered but unbloodied, to the gates of Badlands. The tales have already taken on their own life, feeding on the madness of crowds and the wild words of rumour. "I hear there were 50 of them..." "they tell me it 500..." "Each was a 30 foot tall mutant god..." The hardened men and women of Special Circumstances smile wryly. It was 15 cars, tough odds against the four capital vehicles they had fielded, and thirteen well known mutants lay dead. Whilst most of the crew retire to the bar or their bunks Linda makes her way to the mechanics. The cars took a battering. 2 v8s need replacing.. the armour is shot... she is confident Jet will have something for her even if he doesn't quite believe the overblown tales. Jet beckons her into the lockup and ushers her towards an engine covered by a tarpaulin. It looks small... too small to be a V8... a rotary perhaps? Something new? "what you got here" Jet says, spitting something that may be tobacco into an old oil drum "is your honest one of a kind 1.8l engine... i dont just give these to anyone...you gotta be a HERO!" Linda sighs.... "what else have you got?" "a Heavy Machine Gun? A mine dropper?" Jet sounds almost desperate to please. "F*** off Jet. Call me when you have something to sell me and stop wasting my time." ......................... vet wv zom pvp4 cont community deathrceL1 marshal pvp3 pvp2 Posted Sep 30, 2014, 11:35 am

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