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We're Going to Need a Bigger Truck, Evan Slavers Guild Transport

Dr Mathias Wasteland Extravaganza Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Contributors + IP Posts: 1,418 Joined: Oct 9, 2007 Frank "Big Game" Buck ducked down and nodded to Trinity as he collapsed his brass spyglass. "Looks like the slavers are moving out again. We'll pounce on this one- I like the look of their rig." Trinity opened up a leather case and took out what was probably the cleanest cloth in all Evan. She carefully cleaned the sensitive parts of the delicate laser thrusting from the Empress. Miyoko had found a load of the soft cloth in the ruins of a spectacle store recently, and they were proving to be quite useful. "Ready to perforate some livers, Franky". Trinity lowered her characteristic red goggles and slid into the gunners seat. "Watch the engine darlin'. We're gonna need that rig in good shape if were going after the diggin' bug things that Lupos boy saw in the wastes." Trinity spat. "Slaver scum... they maintain a low profile but everyone knows the Guild is out there trading people like cattle. Good thing we found one of their waypoints, the bastids." ......................... vet combat1 ped1 wv cont Posted Mar 22, 2008, 4:25 am

darthspanky McSPANKYS LOLLIPOP GANSTAS Darkwind Guru Anarchists Faction Group: Subscribers Posts: 4,008 Joined: Jul 29, 2007 "maybe the good doctor can get us one of those truck to take all the evil bh that we can catch to firelite for those new ped slaughtering arenas there thinking about making in firelite" remarks vernice to david ......................... vet paintball wv1,0,1 Posted Mar 22, 2008, 5:53 am

Seiler Pestilence Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Storytellers Posts: 946 Joined: Apr 29, 2007 Her shoulder length, platinum blonde hair hung over her face while she slept, shielding her from the harsh sunlight which crossed the barracks and settled on her bunk. "Hey, Breann, wake the #### up" Perry Forsyth shook her shoulder until she stirred. "Just got a copy of something you should see from our contact in the Extravaganza," his voice was hurried, almost excited, as he waved the wrinkled and dusty images inches from her nose. "Yeah yeah, a boxer, right?" She brushed her hair from her face as she sat up, "Wait, what's that cargo?" "Slaves baby, human trafficking. It's moving north. Someone up here, or even in Somerset, is slave trading again." "Yeah, so we'll keep an eye out, OK?" She still had grogginess in her voice, and let out a yawn before she continued,"It's not like we let anything through here that we run into anyway. The bandits are suffering, and if it wasn't for the few pirates that moved south recently, Gateway would be..." "No, no, you don't get it, not at all! Slave traders have slave pens, slave pens mean food supplies. They aren't operating out of the Truckstops, at least not in this quantity." He paused and brought up a crudely drawn map, wrinkled and bloodstained. "There have to be bandit camps near by, and if not camps, at least loot stashes! If you see something like this, follow them, watch them close. Bring back some intel, and we'll get the whole crew out there, mounted and on foot, and comb those hills." Breann rolled her dark brown eyes, "Yeah yeah, foot patrols, loot stashes, what's next, mutant insects? Caves? Lemme sleep you overzealous jackass!" ......................... vet deathrceL1 wv Posted Mar 22, 2008, 7:47 am

Seiler Pestilence Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Storytellers Posts: 946 Joined: Apr 29, 2007 "Could it get any ####ing hotter?" Breann swore just loud enough for her driver and gunner to hear over the sound of the searing winds that cut through the tight passes and ravines in the scattered hills just south of Gateway. She had been sleeping underneath the truck, protected from the sun, and woke when Deb Shaffer had tugged her boot. Deb's face came into view underneath the truck, made eye contact, and put her finger to her lips. What the hell was going on now? Breann rolled onto her belly and crawled through the red dirt beneath the truck to the driver's side, then crouched behind the open door next to Perry, who was quietly reaching for his rifle in the case secured above his head. "What the #### is up?" she whispered. "Muties," he kept his eyes locked on some distant object obstructed from her view. He raised three fingers on his left had, closed it, then repeated the move. "Six?" He shook his head no, then repeated the hand signal. This time he followed it by mimicking a man walking with his fingers. Oh ####. Thirty three mutants, but dismounted? She stood high enough to look over the top of the door, and through the dust managed to count at least a dozen figures, hunched, awkward, and ugly, scamper down the side of the ravine not 50 meters from them, heading north. She instinctively placed her palm on her shotgun's pistol grip, and waited. The muties, though awkward, were strong and fast, and cleared the 100 meter open space across the ravine and up the other side in what seemed like seconds. After the group had passed, Perry shook his head and brought up his binoculars to follow them as they crested several hills and disappeared in the distance. "That was the third group, all heading to the gorge just east of Gateway. Counted forty-seven in all." "All of them armed eh?" Breann asked him, her voice betrayed her smile before Perry even looked at her. These weren't the brain damaged barbarians known to live in these hills. Their movements were organized and determined. And they were armed. "Damn straight, mainly rifles and shotguns, but some were carrying rather interesting looking boxes." Perry may have been an excitable guy when they were safe in camp, but he was always calm on patrols. She wasn't sure if she liked that duality. He'd earned his nickname 'Perfidious' before she'd joined the gang, and she had yet to discover why... "Boxes eh?" Damned if his little fantasy of spelunking and treasure didn't look like it was bearing fruit. "Look heavy?" Deb answered this time, "Four muties per box, six boxes." She slid into her gunner's seat and began running a functions check on her Heavy Laser. "Wind's picking up," Perry secured his rifle back into the overhead rifle case,"and it'll hide their movements, get your ass inside and hook in." He thumbed the engine switch to run and waited for the glow plug light to shut off. Breann sprinted around Arc Welder's front, tapped the hood for luck as she went, and hopped into the passenger seat. It was her baby, and she loved this truck. Perry may have been the gang's top man, but Arc was hers, and she smiled as Perry pushed the switch to start, and the V8 clicked, gave a squeal as it turned, then rumbled to life. She scanned the inside of the truck, checking for loose objects and misplaced items. "We're good Perry, let's roll the #### out." ......................... vet deathrceL1 wv Posted Mar 23, 2008, 2:11 am Last edited Mar 23, 2008, 2:35 am by Seiler

Seiler Pestilence Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Storytellers Posts: 946 Joined: Apr 29, 2007 WHAM! Arc Welder's hull bottomed out at nearly 80 miles per hour as it cut across the rocky terrain, her weight shifted and bucked, straining the chassis to the limit.  Shaffer, in the rear gunner seat, glanced behind them and watched as some of their bottom armor plates skipped along the ground. "Jesus Perry, let it go," Deb tried to keep her eye in the primitive scope and her ass firmly planted in her seat at the same time, which was proving impossible. "That buggy is just what we've been looking for," Perry's voice vibrated as he spoke,"but if they get back to their camp, they'll move it before we can get out here again." Breann was dead quiet, her finger tensed on the trigger mechanism of her heavy laser, trying to line up what felt like an impossible shot. Their landrunner had the advantage of speed, armor and armament, but getting a shot on the buggy was proving difficult.  The nimble chassis danced behind boulders and hills to foil their aim, and the driver's knowledge of the terrain and ability to use it was frustrating Perry's attempts to keep it in front of their guns.   The buggy was headed north, following the same path as the mutants they had tried to track several days before, and that was why their pursuit had been so adamant.  They had lost their trail in the scorching winds the first time, but grabbing this driver might lead them closer to what they believed to be a mutant hideout. They were close now, almost close enough to make out the features of the driver as he whipped the buggy from side to side to foil their aim.    Breann and Deb were both fixed to their targeting scopes, trying to get a shot that would disable the car, but leave its driver unhurt. Suddenly the buggy cut hard left, and Perry watched as the little vehicle bounced it's wheels off a large rock the driver had intended to cut behind, but had missed his mark, and now swerved violently back to the right, directly in front of the speeding Landrunner. Perry's foot crushed the brake to the floor, but he was too close, the heavy truck slammed into the buggy's rear tire and the jolt of the collision caused them all to lurch forward. Two great snaps, mixed with the hum of great batteries recharging, sounded as both lasers fired.  Breann and Deb had been concentrating so much on their little target that the shock of the collision caused them to grasp their triggers sharply to hold themselves in their seats. Perry braked hard and brought Arc Welder to a halt facing the now stopped and overturned buggy.  The three dismounted, Perry sought cover behind his open door while he kept the sights of his rifle fixed on the buggy, while Deb and Breann approached at a quickstep with their shotguns at the ready, not wanting to give the driver a chance to recover.  Deb rushed to the door and kicked the locking handle hard until it snapped loose, and holding her shotgun in one hand, she jerked the door open and brought the muzzle to bear on the mutant inside.  Then she just laughed. Deb reached inside and pulled a strange grey-green bowl from the buggy, and tossed it back to Breann, who just sighed. "What is it?" Perry shouted. "I'll give you one guess," Breann sighed,"But it's got hair on the bottom and brains inside, so what do you think?" "####, he's dead?" Perry spat and stood from behind the door. "Well no #### he's dead, we hit it with both lasers," Deb tapped the charred hole at the back of the buggy with her buttstock,"one went through the engine, the other went through him.  But he probably has a bounty.  With how well he was driving, he's been around a long time would be my guess." "Umm, Guys?"  Breann had walked up the side of a small mound nearby,  and was now lying prone just behind its crest. "I think we've found your mutant paradise Perry..." ......................... vet deathrceL1 wv Posted Mar 23, 2008, 11:17 pm Last edited Mar 25, 2008, 6:48 am by Seiler

Seiler Pestilence Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Storytellers Posts: 946 Joined: Apr 29, 2007 The shimmering lights of the Aurora cast wild shadows across the Truckstop that night. Enhanced by the deathly howl of the northern winds which swept through the passes, the shadows jumped and twisted, writhing like one possessed by St. Vitus' dance. No sane man went out on nights like these. The radiation count was too high, the winds too strong, and dormant primal fears stalked just out of sight. The windows were sealed and doors were boarded shut, but still shuddered and thumped against their frames in the small barracks. It was poorly built, and the roof swayed violently enough to cause the two hanging lamps to swing in rhythmic circles. "Turn the damn lights out, I'm gettin' sick," pleaded Joseph Fraser. He was fresh from Somerset, and seemed to be regretting the oath he took to join the gang. "Shut yer ####in' eyes and go to sleep, the damn lanterns ain't that bright." Perry hadn't been in a good mood since they'd located the mutant camp. He and Breann were sitting side by side on her bunk, where she had been sleeping not fifteen minutes before. "Look, Perry, that place is built solid, it's not going anywhere. And I doubt we could get close enough and hit it hard enough before we were swarmed with Muties." Breann hadn't wanted a raid, but found some solace in discussing tactics with Perry. If she had to sacrifice her sleep, at least she might convince him not to get her killed."We counted well over a hundred of them. At least a dozen cars, and that's not counting the ones out on patrol, or living nearby in the hills." "A growing little Nation of Muties." "I suppose, but we can't man more than four or five cars, and a handful of the gunners will be cherries," Breann paused, expecting Perry to fill the space, but he was scheming. She was sure he was listening, but his plan was taking shape. "So we can't assault it directly. And if we pound it with mortars, they'll go underground while their fleet of cars swings in to kill us." "A Malicious Band of Mutants..." Perry straightened his torso so that his voice carried better,"A Horde...An Army.... Roving bands.... Marauding... Hmm, Marauding...." "What the hell are you talking about Perry, you been out in the wind or something?" Perry's mouth widened into a grin. "Problem solved Bodacious," He knew she hated that nickname. He dropped his voice low enough so that none of the other members could hear, "Wanna know how we're gonna do it?" She glared at him. He hadn't been listening at all, that jackass. "No, I want you to get your ass off my bunk and I want to go back to sleep." "Darlin', you sleep too much." "Not ####ing possible. Now get off my bunk." ......................... vet deathrceL1 wv Posted Mar 25, 2008, 11:22 am Last edited Mar 25, 2008, 11:38 am by Seiler

Seiler Pestilence Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Storytellers Posts: 946 Joined: Apr 29, 2007 "We think the slave pens are about here..." Perry pointed to a pen and ink drawing that crudely replicated the mutant settlement.  "So we'll need to find high enough ground to observe the rounds and guide them in slowly.  This hill we noted here, just south of the bridge, should do fine." Perry dismissed himself from the small crowd in the corner of the barracks and walked to the door to greet Breann, who had just returned from another patrol. "Learn anything new?" "Mutants smell better dead than they do alive?... That's about it."  Breann's attempt at humor fell flat and what little smile she had attempted disappeared "So, what's going on here?"  None of the men in the corner were from the gang, but a few did look familiar. "We're enlisting the aid of our noble brothers to rid Gateway of the Slaver Menace," he gave her a wry smile. "We've never..." Breann stopped herself and dropped her voice to a whisper, "we've never seen slaver pens there, let alone slaves..." "With the Extravaganza boys putting up two cars, that'll bring our diversion force to seven," he whispered, "that includes two from the Vigilante Knights.  If things go as planned, they'll never get close enough to see slaver pens.  We're doing the dirty work, you see," he grinned.  So this was 'Perfidious' at work.  He saw the disapproval on her face, "Look the muties are building up something there, and we're really doing something good by getting rid of them, I just want to make sure we're the first to get a look inside their little village.  Let's talk outside." Breann and Perry stepped back through the door she had just entered, the barracks looked smaller from the outside, she thought, as they walked to the relative privacy of the old abandoned radioactive well. "You know, just forget filling me in on your schemes, where do I fit in?" He nodded in recognition. "Our main force will set up across the bridge, we'll open up with a mortar barrage on the town, that'll get," he paused, running the scenario over in his mind to confirm the conclusions he'd made a hundred times before," that should bring their dozen cars, and we'll stop them at the bridgehead.  We'll have more than enough force to pin them, and hopefully draw whatever guys on foot we can into the fray." Breann nodded, waiting for the punchline that had her in Arc Welder risking everything for some unknown prize.  Hell they didn't even know if the mutants were starving or rich. "That's where you come in.."  He paused as he watched her roll those disapproving brown eyes,"you're taking Arc into the hills behind the town the night before we hit, along with Jensen in her dustup to scout the path, Gunslinger's crew will tag along in a van."  Jennifer 'Gunslinger' Walcott was the gang's top marksman, and she'd been waiting for a chance to show the gang what she was capable of. Perry continued,"After the fight starts getting good and hot, you'll pull into a good support position, and Jen will take her guys in the back." Breann shook her head,"Jen's only got six with her, they'll have at least thirty in camp even if the attack draws the cars off." "And that's why Arc's there.  You and Deb are damn good, and those Lasers will make or break this show.  Chop down any resistance, Jen'll use smoke to signal us to shift the barrage, and you've gotta keep those muties off her back as she clears the compound." "And what happens when the guys on the bridge catch on?"  this smacked of disaster, and she could think of nothing worse than dying on some hill and being eaten by mutants for no reason more tangible than the hope of some secret wealth. "The barrage will shift to cover the bridge entrance on your side.  You wont be in danger from them.  But there most likely will be so damn many wrecks on that bridge that we wont be able to help you, either." "I really hope those mutants are as stupid as you think Perry" ......................... vet deathrceL1 wv Posted Mar 26, 2008, 11:59 am Last edited Mar 26, 2008, 12:01 pm by Seiler

Jansan Vigilante Knights Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Members Posts: 1,070 Joined: May 7, 2007 A silver, unarmed Spirit sat idling on a hill overlooking the settlement from a safe distance. The engine was suddenly cut, and three of the four doors slowly opened. Jansan, the leader of the Vigilante Knights, stepped out of the driver's side, his pale, lithe frame covered in all black: a calf-length leather coat, an unbuttoned silk shirt, fitting leather pants, and sturdy boots. His jet black hair reached his mid-back, was tied back in a ponytail and his fingers and ears were adorned with silver rings. His eyes were shaded with opaque-looking, slim black shades. After the passenger door opened, a tall, muscular woman with short black hair in a pixie-cut and smoke gray eyes slowly emerged. Her body was clad in a pair of urban camoflauge pants, combat boots, and a black longsleeve shirt. Her hands were covered in plated leather gloves. A heavy semi-automatic pistol was holstered at her side. Lizeth Viles, the commander of the Vigilante Knights combat operations and second-in-command had a stoic expression on her face. The last passenger climbed out of the driver's side rear door. A female clasping a high caliber rifle, she muttered to herself as she ran her free hand over her spiked fire-engine red mohawk. She wore a vest, short-sleeved shirt, pants, and boots that matched the hue of her hair perfectly. Ruby Gale, a veteran combatant of the Knights, sported a devious grin as she joined the other two. Jansan slid his hands into the pockets of his coat, leaning against the hood of the Spirit while staring out at the camp. "So, there it is. Slavers sicken me. But they are not long for this world. Pestilence has been making great strides in this area. We should consider ourselves thankful they share our goal." Ruby nods, casually resting her rifle across her shoulder. "I've had the pleasure of helping them myself a few times out here. They have some amazing shooters. I mean, legendary." Lizeth folds her arms across her chest, turning to the other woman. "Ruby, you and Rema will be lending your assistance to them for this operation against the mutant slavers." Ruby shrugs. "Don't worry about it, Boss. I got it wired." Jansan frowns. "We need to do more. We've committed two cars for the diversion, and I know they want to handle most of this themselves, but still need to do more." Lizeth gives him a sidelong glance. "I agree, but if we mess up their plan, we'll just cause trouble. What do you suggest?" "Something subtle," he replies quietly. "I want you to pick a few people and stay off to the side lines. Just in case. If something goes wrong, you'll be insurance." The statuesque woman cracks a smile. "You got it, Jansan." Ruby sighs slightly, shaking her head. "I think you're worrying too much. Pestilence has things under control, and Wasteland Extravaganza is helping as well." "I know, Ruby," Jansan replies, pushing his shades further up his nose with his right index finger. "But we owe them much. Just as I would not forgive myself if we failed to rescue the slaves, I would not forgive myself for failing one of our staunchest allies against the corrupt and sadistic individuals that plague these lands. Anyway, we should head out and meet up with them. Rema and the others are probably already there." ......................... vet Posted Mar 28, 2008, 7:28 am

Seiler Pestilence Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Storytellers Posts: 946 Joined: Apr 29, 2007 "I'm actually kinda impressed" Breann was standing next to Stacy Fuson in the gang's small motor pool, admiring the relatively quiet hum of the 5L V8 in the huge bus. Stacy had padded the engine compartment with as much loose, soft debris as she could find, and tuned the engine as best she could to eliminate any unnecessary noise. "From about 50 meters out, and under about 3000 rpm, you can't hear it" She smiled proudly. Her short cropped blonde hair was smeared with oil, as was nearly every other visible part of her small frame. "Sound carries at night, we'll still need to be very careful. And Perry has us moving only a few days after the New Moon, so there won't be much light, but there's always a chance..." "We'll have it touched up, no metal showing, all matte finish, I promise." ......................... vet deathrceL1 wv Posted Mar 29, 2008, 11:17 am

Seiler Pestilence Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Storytellers Posts: 946 Joined: Apr 29, 2007 "Perry, why the #### are we bringing a bus?"  Breann was scanning the huge wall map Perry had made of the operation, complete with colored pins poked through potential targets and various objectives. "Pressure." "Pressure?"  She turned to face him. "We're liberating slaves, you see, and a the van's simply not big enough."  He frowned.  He didn't like having to change plans to please others, even if he was the reason the other gangs were involved.  "So we had to bring the bus.  It covers our ass." "More like hangs mine out even further. What the #### Perry, we're rolling out tonight, and we're supposed to sneak our asses through the dark, with a bus." "Breann, come on! we've run patrols along the bridge all damn week, that should focus them south towards the main thrust.  Jeanette's got your route all planned out, she's even run it during the day to check its safety.  You'll be fine!"  He knew he wasn't wining her over, but at least he was reassuring himself.  "Look, Breann, You're key to this whole damn operation.  You, Deb and Arc have pulled us out of tighter scrapes." "Quit trying to convince me."  Breann turned back to the board,"I'm doing this 'cause I have friends out there, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you get them killed without being there myself." Damnit. Things felt chaotic.  Her stomach turned and her muscles felt weak as she ran the coming battle through her head.  It's just fear, just fear, and fear goes away when the shooting starts.  "I'll, go get Arc ready, one last checkup, and make sure Jen and her crew are loaded on the bus." ......................... vet deathrceL1 wv Posted Mar 29, 2008, 11:47 am

Seiler Pestilence Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Storytellers Posts: 946 Joined: Apr 29, 2007 Jeanette ran her fingers over the tightly packed dirt. It was good, solid ground, and the small hill offered a position which not only concealed the bus and Arc Welder, but offered a commanding view of the settlement below. It was still dark, but the sun's presence was visible to the east, and within twenty minutes they expected to be in the thick of things. There was a hustle in the mutant camp, distant voices barked and yelped, and metal thumping from vehicle doors being shut and bolted closed were clearly audible. Perry must be on his way, and the scouts must have already relayed the warning. "Just hope they can get close enough to that bridge before the muties find their way across" Jen, the leader of the dismounted group, had slinked her way up the hill and now surveyed the ground below. "If you stay north, along the ridgeline, you should be able to get within 50 meters of their camp with little chance of being noticed. Drop your smoke, and I'll signal Arc to move up to support you." Jen listened and nodded. Everybody knew the plan, but they were in the habit of backbriefing to confirm it, and it was good to know that it was fresh in all their minds. "Just keep an eye out back here. I can see what's going on across the bridge, and if we need to cut and run before you drop smoke and assault, I'll have Arc up here and firing." Jen looked back over her shoulder and waved her men up. There were only six, but as long as they stayed out of melee, they could handle the muties with no problem. Muties were strong, fast and agile, but few of the ones she'd encountered possessed the dexterity to truly be a threat with a firearm. Whump! Whump! The first two mortar rounds landed smack in the center of the mutant cars assembling, sending shrapnel through several tires and stripping off the armor plates which hung from the side of an idling chomper. Tires squealed and mutant cars bumped into one another as they struggled to exit the small gap which lead out of the camp. Jen watched. "We wait for the last car to enter the gap, Bill, take your two and fall in behind me. Get ready" ......................... vet deathrceL1 wv Posted Apr 2, 2008, 6:45 am

Seiler Pestilence Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Storytellers Posts: 946 Joined: Apr 29, 2007 They had crossed the open ground between the hills and the two westernmost outlying buildings rapidly, the constant mortar barrage had pinned down most of the mutants that hadn't made it to the cars before they departed, and those that weren't were trying to climb the eastern hills to man sniper and machine gun positions. Jen's four man team hit the first building and stormed through the broken wall without missing a step.  There were three muties huddled in one corner, not a one even looked up as Jen's breach man put a dozen rounds into their bodies. They had just one other room in the small structure, and instead of stacking and clearing it, Jen motioned for her grenadier.  She covered the door while William Hanna cooked off a frag grenade and tossed it through the doorway. Bam!  The loud crack of the explosion was followed by silence in the neighboring room, Jen took a quick peek around the door frame and saw a near empty chamber, no bodies, just wooden boxes in the corner and what appeared to be a makeshift desk at its center. "Clear!" Jen yelled back over her shoulder, her backup team entered and took up positions in the first room while she took her team in to inspect the second.  "Ok, be wary of traps, but lets check everything,"  Jen motioned to the boxes and Bill Hanna nodded and went over to inspect. She inspected the desk, it appeared to be full of random paperwork, charts and maps, all drawn as if by a small child, and filled with text that was indecipherable to her.  "Kim, take a look through this stuff, see if anything looks worth taking back.  Whatcha got there Bill?" "It's some strange food or gruel or something," His stuck his finger into a pile of green grey mulch in one of the boxes he had opened. "Well, it ain't acid,"  he smiled, "but it smells like mutie ####." "Thermite it and let's keep moving.  They'll be expecting our shift fire signal real soon." The team moved out of the room, Kim still stuffing paperwork into her cargo pockets, while William Hanna followed, pulling the cylinder shaped thermite grenade from his pouch. "Let's heat up their chow infantry style," William gave a wry smile and tossed the grenade through the doorway. "Bill, save the crappy one-liners, this ain't the movies" Jen slapped his shoulder and smiled. The Grenade popped and hissed, and the room grew uncomfortably bright.  Then as rapidly as it had flared, the new light source was gone... There was a hollow clank, then silence. "Was that a dud?" "Lemme check,"  Bill quickstepped into the room and headed for where he had thrown the grenade.  Several seconds passed while they waited. "Oh ####, Jen get in here!" She followed quickly, Bill was crouching over a charred and still smoking hole about twice the size of her fist, using his hands to rapidly clear away the layer of dirt which hid a small door. "You gotta be kidding, how deep?" "Dunno Jen,"  He grunted, pulled his bayonet from its sheath, and drove it into one of the exposed corners.  It lifted easily, revealing a crudely cut hole and ladder leading down, the brightly burning thermite still flickering what looked to be 40 or 50 feet below. Jen shook her head.  "####, how deep are we getting ourselves in here?" ......................... vet deathrceL1 wv Posted Apr 14, 2008, 6:42 am Last edited Apr 23, 2008, 7:32 am by Seiler

*JD_Basher* Gearjammers Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Marshals + Storytellers Posts: 2,728 Joined: Feb 11, 2007 Shirley 'Cha-Cha' Muldowney walked out of the Badlands Truckstop only bar followed by five other members of the Gearjammers. "Load Up!" she yelled. The documents going to Gate and Elms were loaded as were the reloads for this armed Lorry. Shirley checked all of the ammo, making sure in her own mind.. "Otto".....Shirley yelled....."Lock and load!"......"Lets get the hell outta Badlands!" "You got it 'ChaCha'.....he replied........She hated that name since her ex husband gave it to her. Alex, Robin, Dennis and Greg.......All stepped into the Lorry and took their places. -------------------- 4 hours out from Badlands, "Otto......You sure you know where we going?" Asked Shirley. "We go North by North-East!" Otto said. The sound hit their car.... whump... Then another....whump..... The next one made the stones jump off the ground. "Hold it!" Shirley commanded..... The Lorry slowed and stopped as Shirley got out and walked off to the port side. Two more thumps rattled the rocks on the ground followed by a repeat Puhwahow------Puhwahow in the distance, 15 seconds later. "Something going on here guys... " "Stay put" ......................... vet marshal wv cont Posted Apr 14, 2008, 9:46 am Last edited Apr 14, 2008, 10:08 am by JD_Basher

*JD_Basher* Gearjammers Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Marshals + Storytellers Posts: 2,728 Joined: Feb 11, 2007 Shirley shifted her rifle sling. It hung on her back as she lowered herself to the ground and crawled in the direction of the weapon fire. 10 minutes later she was overlooking the first of the 'twin-bridges' leading to and from Badlands. "Damn", she thought to herself, "I could have ran here without being seen or heard with all that racket going on!" "Better safe than sorry"..... She smiled to herself. Below her at 2 oclock, far right, was the bridge. Barely visible in the early twilight of the coming dawn. WHUMP-----WHUMP.... Just to the right side of her 12 o'clock, an eruption of light and sound. The light from the weapons lit up the small depression they were in like daylight, ruining her night vision. Shirley closed her eyes and concentrated....... The residual light flash made an impression on her retinas ...... She could just see one Lorry and 2 smaller cars. Almost as good as photographic memory....but not quite.. 3 cars assaulting......... What were they assaulting? Why lob shells across the gorge? Keeping her eyes shut and timing between rounds she regained her nightvision and saw with the growing light of pre-dawn, 2 Buzzers and a Lorry. Closing her eyes with every out-going round, she was able to follow the slowly cooling round like a tracer to its' destination. On the far side of the bridge was a steep wall of rock but the flashes of impacting rounds behind the wall showed a natural horseshoe of a valley surrounded by mountains. "This is no skirmish with pirates" Shirley said out loud softly. "This is planned.... " She pulled her scout maps out and red-lighted her flashlight and searched the page. "Nothing....nothing,,,hmmm.... Ruins.." Shirley bundled the maps and fast crawled 10 meters back in the direction she came, rose and ran back to her Lorry and waiting crew. ......................... vet marshal wv cont Posted Apr 16, 2008, 3:35 am

*JD_Basher* Gearjammers Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Marshals + Storytellers Posts: 2,728 Joined: Feb 11, 2007 Breathing heavily, Shirley put her hand on the warm hood of her Lorry. "What?....." 'Otto' Asked....... "One Mortar Lorry, two Buzzers backup.." WHUMP-----WHUMP... "These are humans attacking something..." PAHwhow........PAHwhow 20 seconds later... "I dont know what they are doing but they are moving the mortar fire to compensate for something.... I think we need to help. "How can we contact them without getting killed?" Alex asked. Dennis said.. "I have an idea Boss." "Use Morse Code" Shirley listened as dennis described his plan..... "Wish I'd have thought of it myself!" she thought...... ......................... vet marshal wv cont Posted Apr 16, 2008, 5:44 am

*JD_Basher* Gearjammers Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Marshals + Storytellers Posts: 2,728 Joined: Feb 11, 2007 After Dennis finished his description of the plan, Shirley looked at each member in turn who gave her a nod affirming the plan. "Ok," she said, "Gimme all your pistol clips." 8 total clips were put into a small musette bag. Shirley stepped from the Lorry and stared at Dennis.. "You better be right about this code boy, my ass is on the line!" "The code is right, I'm positive... My grandpa used a Ham radio as I was growing up, Morse is like my first language!" "Ok, then, I'll see ya when I see ya!" With that she disappeared into the lightening new day. Whump.....Whump.....PAHwhow......PAHwhow. Shirley dropped to her belly and crawled back to her vantage point. She pulled the pistol from her holster removed the clip to check it was full and slapped it back in the grip securely. she pulled 4 more clips from the bag and laid them on it out of the dust. "Damnit!" she whispered...... She hated second thoughts..."What if these yahoos dont even know what 'Morse Code' is?!?!" One thing she was sure of, Muties would not know it, and Pirates were never known for their schoolwork, so maybe these shooters would know just from the pattern that we were friendly. Shirley took a deep breath and waited for the next round of mortars. There were at least 20 seconds of silence between the outgoing and impact that her shots would be heard. Whump.......Whump...... She aimed over their heads and fired....... crack..crack..crack...........crack........crack.......crack.........crack..crack..crack. Three short, three long, three short. PAHwhow......PAHwhow....... She pulled the empty clip out and replaced it with a fresh 10 round clip. Waiting for the next rounds. Whump.......Whump...... She aimed again over their heads and fired....... crack..crack..crack...........crack........crack.......crack.........crack..crack..crack. Three short, three long, three short. PAHwhow.....PAHwhow... Dump the empty clip and load a fresh one. This time the mortar fire hesitated from it's usual timely fire. She thought she saw movement from the 2 Buzzers. Whump.......Whump...... crack..crack..crack...........crack........crack.......crack.........crack..crack..crack. Three short, three long, three short. PAHwhow.....PAHwhow........ Dump the clip and replace it. This time she was sure she saw movement..... Three dark figures spreading out coming to the ridge she looked over them from. When she was sure they were they were coming in her direction, she emptied the bag of full clips and pocketed them leaving the empties and the bag where they were. Backing away she looked around and moved to a sizeable outcrop of rock that gave decent protection but gave her a full view of her previous position. ......................... vet marshal wv cont Posted Apr 17, 2008, 2:30 pm Last edited Apr 17, 2008, 7:25 pm by JD_Basher

Seiler Pestilence Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Storytellers Posts: 946 Joined: Apr 29, 2007 Squip! Jen's boots squeaked as she clumsily made her way down the makeshift ladder, its mix of metal and wood rungs covered in a sticky wet moss similar to the gruel in the crates above. Her rifle slung over her shoulder, she jumped the last several steps, took a knee, and drew her pistol to cover the small hole which twisted sharply out of view only a few meters back. The thermite had burnt itself out during her descent, but the light from above, as well as what appeared to be a source deep inside the network, made some vision possible. Thum, Thum... The mortar impacts drummed through the caves, giving the earth a near hollow feeling, but the bits of dirt and rock that fell from the ceiling and stuck in her hair, and the dust which rose from the floor to fill her nostrils, quickly brought the claustrophobic sensations back. "#### Bill," she whispered as loud as was possible, "get down here, it's big enough for two, have the others keep our exit secure." She listened intently for some noise or scrape deep within the earth ahead of her, but the sound of Bill's sneakers squeaking as he scrambled down to her, and the intermittent impacts overhead, made her attempts useless. Bill deftly hopped from the ladder and into a crouch, but took his time bringing his shotgun to bear in the tight corridor. "OK," Jen took a slight step forward to stagger herself and give her more room while she holstered her pistol and unslung her rifle, "I can't hear ####, but it's all twisty down there so wherever it leads I don't think they could see the thermite burn." "Twisty?" Bill smiled. He knew Jen would be rolling her eyes at him even though he couldn't see her face, "I'll take lead with the scatter gun, lets see where it goes." He brushed past her, almost crawling, down the tight passage in front of her. "Hey Bill, I ever tell you those sneakers make you look like one of the guys from the old pre-event terrorist training videos?" It wasn't more than fifteen or twenty meters of winding tunnels before it began to open up, not a hall, but enough that a standing crouch was uncomfortable, but possible to maintain. "Christ, what's that smell?" Jen's eyes began to water from the pungent odor. "Smells like that crap above in the crates, but... wetter." They halted their motion and waited for a new set of mortar impacts to lift the dust and alleviate the assault on their senses. "Must be fresh, you think it's moss or something they grow here?" Bill managed a weak shrug that she felt more than saw, "Didn't see any farms nearby, so I'm guessing it's their food source" Thum...Thum... The sounds were much weaker, "We haven't gone that far, think they shifted fire up there already Jen?" "Not our concern right..." She paused and listened. The light up in the tunnel, which had been just enough to help them shuffle their way along, flickered rhythmically, and a soft grunt, either an animal or mutant, gave a sign of life. "There's a room up ahead." Her voice dropped from a whisper to nearly inaudible. She really wished she had worked out hand signals for underground ops with her crew, but it had never been an issue before. "Feel the breeze, there's air movement ahead." They both instinctively crouched down as low as they could, Bill still in front with his shotgun at the ready. A half minute passed before Jen spoke again, "We can't sit here forever. They'll either smell us in here, or we'll get stuck here when the assault stops." Bill gave a short nod and started forward, still in a tight crouch, and Jen straightened up as much as she could and followed behind him.. ......................... vet deathrceL1 wv Posted Apr 23, 2008, 7:08 am Last edited Apr 23, 2008, 10:00 am by Seiler

Jansan Vigilante Knights Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Members Posts: 1,070 Joined: May 7, 2007 Lizeth stood calmly on the mountain side, gazing down on the battle below. She cracked her knuckles, almost as if eager to leap down and enter the fray herself. And she was. But one didn't get to be a field commander by taking foolish risks. In fact, one didn't even live long if taken to that kind of behavior in Evan. The wind picked up, tousling her hair and rippling her clothing. She wondered if she looked like an epic action hero in her pose atop the cliff. The thought amused her. The metallic stench of blood in the air did not. "Hey, Lizeth? We've got some activity on the mountain side there. Could be trouble," a voice said behind her. She sighed, raising a hand up to make a go-on gesture over her shoulder without turning away from the fight. "Better look into it, Vanessa. Take Isis with you. Simon, stay here with me." "Got it," Vanessa replied. Lizeth heard the two women leave. Simon walked slowly up beside his commander, following her gaze downwards to the battle below, hands clasped behind his back. Lizeth glanced over. She hoped she looked as good as Simon when she got to be his age. His complexion was clean and fair, his pale blue eyes were still filled with youth. His hair was nearly snow white, and cut in a short, neat, if boring fashion that matched his short beard. He wore a plain white long-sleeve button-up shirt, well-kept wire-frame spectacles, gray trousers, and surprisingly clean shoes. He had a pistol holstered at his side, but Lizeth could tell he barely fired the weapon. Simon perferred his computers and books to weapons. The consummate sage, always and forever. Simon didn't return the glance. He peered over down at the commotion below, shaking his head. "You must be bored, my dear. You do enjoy a good fight." Lizeth chuckled to herself. "I'm doing my job, Simon. We can't interfere with the operation below without causing more problems. You're right though. I wish I was down there with Ruby and Rema, back on the front lines, helping out." The slender, thin-framed man looked back to where the two women that were with them previously went. "If Vanessa was right, perhaps you may get your action." Lizeth follows his gaze. "Getting everyone back home alive is more important than my entertainment. Honestly, I hope she's wrong." ***** Vanessa idly spun one of her revolvers in her right hand, nearly causing the weapon to appear as a blur as she lead her ally towards the commotion she had spied in the distance. Dressed in her all black contemporary clothes, she wore a waist-length leather jacket, short-sleeve shirt, black jeans, and boots. Her trademark twin gunbelts sat low on her hips, putting the holsters at just the right angle for the gunslinger. Her dark hair was cut short, her complexion was ruddy from being out in the sun, and her eyes were a storm cloud gray. The dark-eyed woman beside her frowned at the display. "Must you constantly play with your weapons?" Vanessa tossed the revolver into the air, letting it spin and neatly catching it even as she continued to twirl it. Her eyes never landed on the weapon, instead they were on the swordswoman next to her. "It's called style, Isis. Look into it." Isis raised an eyebrow at her, but said nothing more. She was the picture of professionalism in comparison to her companion's casual appearance. Isis's weapon, a curved, razor-sharp katana, sat in a plain metal scabbard at her waist. Her blonde hair constrasted with her light brown skin and was cut in a severe, close-fitting manner that matched her dress. She was wearing a durable leather vest over a long-sleeved white top, her black trousers tucked into calf-length boots. Metal bracers protected her wrists and smooth leather gloves covered her hands. She appeared to be ready for anything, and usually was. The two women continued on their way along the naturally-formed mountain path without exchanging many more words. They soon came across a narrow passage dipped into an erodded valley and clearly heard voices drifting along the wind. Isis threw up a fist to signal to Vanessa, and both women stopped short to listen. "Sounds like we may have found the disturbance you spotted," Isis said quietly to Vanessa after letting the barely audible chatter continue for a moment. "I can't hear much, let's move closer," Vanessa replied, prodding the other woman in the back. The two snuck down the passage. Vanessa already had her guns in her hands. Isis had her left hand on the scabbard at her waist, her thumb pressing against the hilt and ejecting the blade from its snug resting place to be easily grabbed by her right hand. Both Knights leaned up against the wall to avoid being seen, peering into the clearing beyond the passage. "Damn," Vanessa whispered as they both laid eyes on the sight before them. Isis merely furrowed her brow. A number of the slaver mutants were pulling back camoflauged tarps from rows of massive tank gun emplacements. Emplacements that could easily target their allies on the ground. "This could get quite messy," Isis barely breathed. ......................... vet Posted Apr 30, 2008, 10:16 am

Seiler Pestilence Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Storytellers Posts: 946 Joined: Apr 29, 2007 Jen held her breath in mid exhale. Muties were hard to kill, not because of any magical toughness or impenetrable skin, but their organs were never in the same place as one another, and the massive amounts of excess tissue and bone made good penetration much harder to achieve. She gently squeezed the trigger, and held her sights on the unsuspecting mutant busily moving small wooden boxes across the room and dumping the contents, the familiar grey-green goo, into larger crates like those in the room above. BAM! The rifle gave a solid kick, and Jen watch the sights climb upwards off her target. Bill, shotgun still at his shoulder, drove hard into the room, putting his shoulder into the loosely swinging door to make sure there were no mutants behind it, then dropping fast behind a crudely fashioned mud desk to cover Jen's entrance into the room. "#### Bill!" Jen saw several mutant silhouettes hustle into the room from the only visible exit at the far side of the storage cavern. Cavern was probably her best description of it. The door Bill had entered from was in one corner of what was a vaguely rectangular facility that was perhaps 10 meters wide and 40 meters long, full of boxes, barrels, and a strange, casket shaped metal tank at its center. Bill's shotgun roared as he sent a 3 round burst of 12 gauge buckshot into the small mutant group, they jerked and twisted as they pushed past each other and into the room, but none went down from the volley. Jen took her cue, and as Bill unleashed another pair of shots, she made a short dash along the wall opposite Bill and dropped down behind a pile of sheet metal. "Bill, how many grenades you got left?" Jen slid around the side of her cover and was met with several close impacts from mutant bullets. "####!" "Got Three Frags, one Incendiary, you ok?" Bill pulled off two more rounds and tried to keep the mutants from moving any closer. Muties in a firefight might be tough to kill, but muties in melee were certain death. "Fine, just #### in my face," Jen began belting off a steady stream of shots at the closest mutant. Bill's last shotgun blasts must have winged a few, they weren't eager to close, and weren't returning fire very vigorously now. Bill pressed the spoon of the small baseball shaped grenade tightly into the web between his thumb and forefinger, yanked the pin free, and peered over the top of the mud desk to find his targets. Two were still returning fire, but Jen had them well suppressed, the other three were huddled together near the entrance, and though they weren't engaged directly, they were an attractive target. He dropped back down behind the desk, took a deep breath, and relaxed his grip on the grenade. The spoon swung gently away from the grenade fuse, "One...Two...Thr-" Bill swung himself upwards and tossed the grenade as he spoke, then dropped down behind the desk again "FRAG OUT!" Jen dropped as well, still squeezing off rounds from her rifle. Bam! BAM! KABOOM! The room filled with dust and debris, pieces of broken wooden crates scattered away from entrance, the ceiling seemed to heave and sway under a tremendous strain. Jen and Bill both crept back into position, Jen could hear him topping off his shotgun while they waited. "Bill, what the #### was that?" "Hell I dunno, sounded like that frag ignited something or other over there, can you see anything?" "No, can't hear anything either, lets hope that got them." Jen coughed after inhaling too deeply. "Well, I guess we'll figure things out when the dust settles..." ......................... vet deathrceL1 wv Posted May 22, 2008, 2:00 am Last edited May 22, 2008, 3:34 am by Seiler

Seiler Pestilence Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Storytellers Posts: 946 Joined: Apr 29, 2007 It seemed like ages passed as Jen waited for the room to clear of soot and dust enough for her to survey the destruction. Bill was coughing steadily from behind his niche of cover, a trail of that particular greenish gray goo had spattered across the back of his coat. She watched as the room began to take shape, the twisted and broken wreckage of the large vat at the center seemed to be the source of the secondary explosion, it still bubbled and hissed. The muties were scattered across the room in varying degrees of dismemberment, a grotesquely swollen set of three fingers was resting halfway between Jen and Bill's positions, a partially intact torso sat upright on an unscathed box in the far left corner. Jen moved out cautiously, her boots making a barely distinguishable crunch on the loose soil and shattered bits of goo soaked wood. Bill stood and began his sweep, opposite Jen in the room. Curiosity pulled her toward the torso, which seemed out of place among the huge pieces of mutant that lay strewn across the room. More curious, it was covered in a slick layer of shiny slime. The thought hadn't really been hidden deeply in her mind, but it took her several moments to shake the veneer off of reality. "You stuck?" Bill broke her daze. "Let's get the #### outta here Bill. Before more of those bastards come back." She quickstepped back to their original entrance, pausing to scoop some slime from the broken vat into her coat pocket, and waited for Bill to return with her to the darkness of the cramped crawlspace. "What's got you spooked?" "There aren't any sounds from above, we need to get back up and see what is going on out there. And I just need to get out of here." Jen was breathing heavily. A smear of blood ran down her left cheek, She wiped her face and noticed the blood for the first time. "Understood, get moving, and I'll hold the doorway for a minute." ......................... vet deathrceL1 wv Posted Dec 15, 2008, 10:59 pm Last edited Dec 15, 2008, 10:59 pm by Seiler

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