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Forum Meta => Futuristic RP => Archived Role Play Boards => Archive => Roleplay => Topic started by: Khem on June 22, 2007, 07:46:06 PM
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It was now two years since that fateful day, the day the HAVOK virus overtook mankind. people everywhere began dying and no one could figure out who to blame. the people in the streets died and cried to their governments to save them but the powers that were decided to start launching bombs instead of reasoning things out. it is said that the old USA started the third world war, but it is unimportant who started it the outcome was all the same. a decimated population lacking in even the basic needs for survival. only 5% of the population of earth survived the wars and disease. preachers had called it the end times, ragnarok, the end of all things and my personal favorite the apocolypse. after this the people left over tried rebuilding things in what they thought of as a perfect world, however nearly everyone disagreed on what was perfect. then the mutant tribes began emerging from the wastes. beyond the horizon it was said that human beings were transforming into something.... weird. now the lone pockets of humanity struggle for their everyday existence, for this is the post-apocolypse....
-journal entry from a young man now presumed dead-
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A lone Mil Mi-35 transport helicopter thundered through the air, its search lights casting an eerie glow over the ruins of Nuo Droghenda (?). The scene wasn't unusual. Cars turned over, abandoned streets, the odd skeleton...in essence, a dead city. The night sky only proved to make everything more lifeless.
As the helicopter approached what had formerly been a park, the search lights picked up a vehicle. The crew wouldn't have thought much of it, this city was littered with the land cruisers of the Old World, but in this instance the exhaust pipe was still fuming. Somone, or something, had left the engine on.
Sergeant Johnson moved to the pilot, and pointed to the comm. The pilot unhooked it and passed it to the Law Giver, who pressed firmly on the 'broadcast' switch and said, "Nuo Droghenda is a restricted area. Show yourselves now." He looked intently downwards towards the murky city surface.
"Brother Sergeant, how did anyone get out here? The nearest settlement is New Zion!" Piped Curtis, a Law Giver, third class.
"I agree." Mused LG-Smith, a fellow Law Giver, first class. "Besides, who would want to be here? Everyone knows this place is crawling with the infected.
"Mutants give me the creeps." Curtis whined, his face undistinguishable under his helmet.
"Women give you the creeps, Curtis." Joked LG-Mirendez, to the laughs of the others.
"Hey, Marissa? Would you stop busting my chops? Just for once?" pleaded an embarrassed Curtis.
"Quiet, all of you!" Shouted LGS-Johnson. He put the comm to his helmet's vox once more. "This is a restricted area. Show yourselves!"
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From some ruins beyond the rusted vehicle, the Law Givers heard an agitated male voice...
"YOU LITTLE CRETIN! Didn't I tell you to turn off the ignition?! Now see what you have brought down on our asses! And they're closer to the ride too!"
"Hey! Don't blame me you big oaf! It was you who said this was an easy picking!
Just have to go down in this abandoned subway station and get the stuff! Then you vanish for several hours and when I just turn on the car to get something warm to eat for a change you get all hot and bothered about it!...
And why aren't you loaded with the stuff you said was there huh?!"
"Cause someone bloody else took it first! That's why!"
"Oh! So it's just like that last fucking wild goose chase?! Where we fought our way through a whole nest of fucking huge scorpions only to find the wreck of an already looted and stripped car with a hole in the tank so all the juice had spilled out in the sand ages ago! And then the chum you had met at that bar showed up with all of his raider friends! You fucking got me SHOT I wish our mum had wrung your neck at birth cause you are so fucking stupid!"
"Don't you dare call me stupid you little!..."
A couple of hundred yards off, the Law givers saw a guy, probably in his mid teens, clad in a crude metal armour run across the street between two ruined buildings, followed by a larger guy, probably in his mid twenties, encased in some sort of huge powered armor with the helmet dangling from a chain on his back...
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OOC: i chnaged my guys so that they didnt have a small group of cars, they only had one truck
The small grop of Mercenies, Outlaws, Outcasts, and Drifters stood on anerby hill, seeing a small agroumtnt between what seemed to be the locals and the hated "Law givers". Knowing from personal expernice, The so called "Law keepers" were no better then the Raiders out in the Wastelands. The group began to drive down the slope, the machine gun on top aiming at the Helo, i case of a firefight. The band, ehich called them slves the Deathhawks, drove into to town, right next to the Men in Armour. The leader got out and began to talk to them, seeing if he could get dierections to the next town.
"Hey, hows it going?"
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"Don't have time to chat stranger, have to bash my smart mouthing lil'bro's head in... YEAH! YOU HEARD ME YOU LITTLE TWAT! I'M GONNA GET YA GOOD THIS TIME!"
From somewhere beyond in the ruins, another, voice replied as it faded with increasing distance...
"Only if you can catch me slow-mo!"
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The Deathawks leader looked at the Weird brothers, but had a feeling that they might need each other. Then, slowy, he faced the Law givers, almost giving the order to open Fire. But, he just hoped into his tuck, and speed into the waste lands.
"Boss, why did we just go? we could have wiped them out!"
"I have my reasons, now, get going"
"Yeah, Yeah"
The group lamost thought the entire thing. They knew who the Lawgivers are, and the Law Givers knew who they are
The lawgivers killed Almost the entire group...They wiped out the Base we had.. Becasue
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Watching the small band of men drive off, LGS-Johnson moved to the pilot and pointed at the truck.
"Did you ID those men?"
"Yes sir. The scanner managed to pick up their faces. The database has them down as 'Deathhawks'. We busted their 'operations' right open and destroyed their factory. They're just some small fry wanderers now." He replied. LGS-Johnson turned his attention to the arguing men below.
"These guys are mutant chow anyway. Take us back to New Zion," He looked ahead at the moving truck. "Actually, fire a couple of ATAKA missiles at those fools on your way back. Swing by for any survivors." He said, a smirk rising under his helmet. The pilot pushed the screaming helicopter forward, and fired two anti-tank ATAKA missiles at the Deathhawk laden truck as he passed.
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"What the..."
The Truck was Hit in the engine area, and it was rolling around in the dirt, wheels still moving. Out of the Group, only 4 lived. One of the Grunts and the Sniper died. The rest of the Deathhawks, most of them ok, began making there way back to the Town that they were just at, seeing if those to guys that they tried to talk to earlier would help them, because the leader had shrapnel in his Eye.
"Its alright Boss, Your going to live"
"Rune, Kyle and Eric, i dont think ill make it for much longer, and if i dont, then i want you guys to kill every single Law Giver in that Chooper"
"Yeah boss, you got it"
The Deathhawks made it to the city, and they looked for the Fighting brothers. They found them and began pleading that the brothers let them use there Band aids and Medinces they had to fix there boss.
OOC:Dysanii, Maybe you could RP your chooper glying over the tuck sight, seeing for suvriors or something
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OOC: Remember you're in Nuo Droghenda (see map on OOC thread).
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The helicopter took a sharp spin, coming around for a second run. LGS-Johnson turned to his team and held up his hand with fingers spread apart, "10 seconds! Make sure your harnesses are tight!" LG-Curtis peered over the side of the transport into the gloomy darkness.
"I can't believe he wants us to go down there. Its night...you know, when the place is crawling with the infected!"
The helicopter pushed backwards to stop itself, about half a mile from the destroyed truck. The pilot turned to the Law Givers and shouted over the engines, "Pray and spray, brothers! I'll be back in one hour!". In unison the five armoured figures dropped from the sides on cables in to the street. Upon touch down, the Mil Mi-35 sped into the distance, and the area was once again consumed by darkness. LGS-Johnson looked to either side at his team.
"We don't want to be here anymore than we have to. Search and destroy. If anyone sees any infected, abandon mission and move straight to the evac point. We do not want to be spotted down here at this time of night." Each member nodded, raised their sub-machine guns and cautiously moved forward, carefully picking their way through the ruined streets.
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OOC: Sorry!
The Deathhawks, still trying to get Band aids and Medince, heard Voices on there Radios.
Law Givers, must be looking for us..thank god we always have the Trucks CB always on....
The Deathhawks quickly broke off the bartering, and seeing that there leader was almost dead, left him in the City. They began Heading out to the Truck, in hope of ambushing the soldiers. It took them about 30 minutes to get there, and When they got there, they saw the Law Givers milling about, looking at the dead bodies. Rune, the groups scot and Grunt, began sneaking up to them with his crude gun. After only a few minunties, a fire fight came out between the Deathhawks and the Lawgivers.
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Carl, the elder brother had decided to follow after his lil'bro took him for a run that blew off his steam.
Now he was squatting with one of the Deathhawks groups, waiting for the other groups to get in position. His brother had taken up position in a partially intact bell tower some hundred yards further back with his light .50. Unfortunately, he only had three rounds left for it, but noone else had to know that.
He himself was resting his M240 on his left knee as he watched the "Law givers" slowly make their way towards the intended ambush site through the night vision filters built into his helmet. He normally wasn't comfortble wearing it, all "normal" sounds were amplified in it and he never liked beeing able to hear a rat scoot off at a hundred paces, it just made the world too close for comfort. Then there was the pings of the motion scanner, the ticks of the geiger counter and the HUD in front of his left eye with a map, not always the right one either, his heart rate and armour status. It said fuel was at 85% of halvation time, power at 100%, actuators 100%, sensors 83% command and control functions 32% outside radiation normal, outside environment arid and viable.
He ignored most of it and re-checked the belted ammo feed so that the links weren't twisted and squirted some gun oil into the ammo feed slot and over the links to provide extra lube, he didn't want anything to jam up on him now, not with this heavy opposition, though their SMGs would hardly even scratch the paint on his armour he still cared for his lil'bro back in that tower.
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"is it time chief?" asked a short scaly faced man.
"yea.... yea i think so." replied a much bigger man with four arms. he signalled by shooting a flare into the air. finaly a good amount of meat had moved into his city.
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from out of the sewers and alleyways the infected began mobbing towards their prey, all of them hungry for blood....
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After the firefight died down, the Deathhawks talked to the two brothers
"Well, thanks for your help. If we can do anythng for you guys, just let us know"
While the brothers were making there decsion, the Deathhawks began scaving what was left of there Truck, finding Ammo, a few guns, and 3 Flak Vests, which they all put on
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LG-Curtis peered over the top of a broken wall. "Do you think they bought it, Serge?" LGS-Johnson pulled Curtis back down to cover by the shoulder.
"Of course they think we've run off. These guys aren't exactly renowned for being the sharpest tools in the box. A few cries and dust on our part, and they're content like babies with candy." Suddenly, LG-Jones looked to Johnson.
"Sir, I'm picking up multiple contacts!"
"Son, of course you are, they're right in front of us-"
"No Serge! Listen to me!" Cut in Jones. "They're everywhere." LG-Mirendez flicked her head about, scanning the dark ruins, her night vision picking out small green blobs, and getting bigger.
"Infected." She muttered, provoking a stare from Curtis.
"Well aren't you just a little ray of fucking sun light!" Johnson waved his hand to silent the edgy Law Giver and peered over the wall at the motley group of Deathhawks and their armoured friends.
"We'll have to fight our way out. Lets smoke these bastards and get the hell out of here." With this, LGs-Curtis, Mirendez, Jones and Smith unclipped smoke grenades and lobbed them over the wall.
"Surprise, dickfaces!" Cried Curtis, before hastily falling back with the team to the evac point, a Church about a mile north of their position.
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The Deathhwaks saw the Law Givers over the wall and the smoke grenades just as they went off. Trying to figure out where the Law Givers were, they ran into a bunch of Infected.
"Oh Jesus.... Were scerwed"
The Group began firing at the Infected, then, when they saw the law givers, they began shooting at them, hooping that they would kill one of them.
"Hey Eric, i want you to take this frag and throw into that infected group"
"Got it"
While, the grenade went off and the infected went down, they Deathhawks and The people in the Armour chased after the Law Givers, wounding a few of them, making them fall.
OOC: My last sentence, was that godmodding?
"Well, we now have some law givers on our hands"
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OOC: It's considered role play etiquette not to role play what happens to another players characters, but I can let it slide this time. :]
"Arh!"
"Jones? Jesus, I think he's dead!"
"Shut up, Curtis! I'm checking him out. Law Givers! Give me some support!" The Law Givers, using their helmets sensory systems to 'see' through the thick smoke, formed a rough circle around their fallen comrade while LGS-Johnson gave him a tactical casualty analysis.
"Serge, I'm hurt!" Jones groaned through his teeth. Johnson carefully examined the fallen Law Giver's body until he stumbled upon the shoulder plate of Jones's left arm. He shouted over the random fire of the Deathhawks and mutants,
"Your shoulder plate is fucked. It took the brunt of a direct hit. It looks like your arm is broken." He pointed at Mirendez, spread his fingers several times and placed his palm on Jones's chest. Mirendez nodded and helped up a stunned Jones, half-supporting him on her shoulder as the team once again set off for the evac point, under cover of the smoke and confusion.
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OOC: Thanks, i didnt know
The Deathhawks, still moving up and still firing at the Law Givers, saw the Law Givers helo fly off to somewhere unknown. While the Law Givers were flying away, The Deathhawks still had to deal with the Mutants that where moving towards them faster and faster.
"Jesus Christ"
"What?"
"We had to deal with Law Givers, Now this"
"Could be worse"
"Guess your right, we could be the mutants"
After the fighting died down, most of the mutants were dead, or ran off. The Deathawks gave the two brothers some things, like fuel, and the Deathhawks went back to Nuo Droghenda, to see if they could find something that they could use
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many more of the infected began coming out of the woodwork, there were thousands of them they began throwing molotov cocktails and thowing some rather deadly frisbees. unless they thought of something quick they were all screwed...
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OOC: Just as a hint Barak, try to cover less time with each post, especially in a fighting situation each post should at most cover a few seconds, maybe half a minute before allowing for a new poster. It makes god-modding a lot easier to avoid and doesn't limit other peoples actions like most of your posts until now has. (which often leads to people ignoring what one have written since it's sort of taking over their characters by assuming they do nothing in the meantime.)
As Carl noticed the ghouls coming out of the ruins behind them, he heard a loud bang from Charlie's light .50. The high-explosive incendiary round took the head off of a ghoul that was about to stab a Deathhawk with some crude but nasty-looking blade before the tumbling round exploded by the chest of another, ripping it's rib-cage wide open a split second later.
"LIL'BRO! STAY THERE! I'M COMING!"
Running as fast as he could while spraying the ghouls with his MG one handed from the hip and using his free power assisted fist to punch ghouls that got too close for comfort, Carl headed back towards the tower and the brothers' buggy.
Charlie realized his mistake as soon as he saw the spent .50 cal case whirl down towards the tower's base and the eyes of a dozen ghouls started searching for the origins of the sound. The casing hit the ground with a bright 'pling' and the closest ghoul noticed it's bounce as the brass glinted in the sun, raising a withered but unnaturally strong arm to point at him he pulled his FN P90 and shot it in in the face before ducking away from the edge, SMG in one hand, .50 cal rifle in the other. When his back rested against the cold lime stone wall, he waited aiming his weapon at the hatch.
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OOC: Ah... thanks
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Far off in the Jabberwocky Plain, a band of traders moved along their usual route to New Zion. This trip had been particularly profitable for them; they'd found an untapped storage tank beneath an ancient-looking gas station. It must have been closed up long before the disaster, or the then-owners of the place would never have bothered with boarding up the windows and taking all the products off the shelves inside. Guess the gas in the tank wasn't worth enough to siphon out back then... only to our luck, that is.
This thought came from a tall, lanky man in a ratty brown coat as he drove the tiny caravan's Jeep. Behind it was hitched the wagon in which some of their less precious cargo was hauled; the stuff people were less likely to kill for in these desperate times. The valuables were stowed away in the Jeep and their other vehicle, a rusty pick-up truck, hidden about among their personal belongings, few though they were, and in compartments they'd constructed in the wheel wells, engine, and undercarriage. These were the items they would bring out in secret before they approached a settlement, to sell or trade for a good yield.
The gas, of course, they weren't stupid enough to sell. They'd be killed within an hour of showing up on the streets with that shit, though the wretched bastards that caught up to them might keep one alive long enough to torture the location of their stash out of them. No, they'd not be selling gasoline anywhere. Let them think they'd bought it fair and square with their earnings; they made enough for that to be feasible, albeit barely.
Charlotte, or "Lotta" as they called her, peeked out of the makeshift tent stretched over the lumber bars in the bed of the truck. "Oi, Fetch! How long?"
The lanky man called back to her, "An hour, mebbe two. Hold on to your hat 'til then, harridan."
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The Law Givers slowly filed out of the helicopter, and made their way single file through a narrow door at the far side of the pad. Once inside, they waited patiently as each of them was scanned for infection by a capsule shaped machine. "Your team are clean, Johnson," said a man dressed in a deep blue tunic through the glass, "Make your way to the Lieutenant. He is expecting you in the changing room." LGS-Johnson shook his head and walked down the corridor, with the team following, their boots making a scrathing noises as they connected with the grilled floor. Several minutes later after much bending and turning down the endless corridors, the team shuffled into the changing room where a tall, dark haired man stood waiting for them.
"Where the fuck have you been, Johnson?" the dark haired man took several steps forward.
"Patrolling Nuo Droghenda as ordered, Lieutenant Sanders, sir." replied the tired Sergeant.
"I heard you stirred shit down there. You were supposed to be scouting the area, not starting firefights with the infected and wanderers!" he motioned to Jones's damaged shoulder plate and other marks on the teams body armour. "You do what you're told, to the letter, or so help me God I'll bust you down to private. You get me Johnson?"
"Yes...sir." grumbled the Sergeant. Sanders moved back and lit a cigarette. He motioned to the gathered Law Givers.
"Get your team ready, Sergeant. You have patrol duty in the settlement." He glared at the assembled troops before walking out in a haze of smoke.
"Serge, are you going to stand for-arh!" Curtis was cut short by a sharp jab from Mirendez. Johnson sighed, the vox in his helmet broadcasting it as static.
"Jones, get to medical. We'll have to make do without you. The rest of you, get to the showers and replace any damaged armour. I want us ready in 15." The assembled Law Givers looked at each other. "Well, move your asses!" ordered Johnson. Slowly they filed out of the changing room, leaving a weary Johnson sitting on a bench to catch some much needed shut eye.
15 minutes later and the team were leaving the government compound in an armoured APC transport, to patrol the mean streets of the hellish New Zion.
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The Deathahwks finally got to The old city a few hours after the fight. During the way, they fought more mutants and they ran into other bands. While they were in Nuo Droghenda, they found mainly old things that wouldnt work, such as a old car and a few weapons. Later, they went into the Subway station and, not knowing that the palce was crawiling with muntants, stepped inside and bagen lookng around.
"Hey Guys, i don't like this.."
"Shut up kyle, you have the good Armour on, all we have is some flak vests."
"Really Kyle, dont be such a baby"
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They stopped the caravan a mile outside of the settlement's sketchy-at-best borders to bring out the last of the hidden items they wanted to get a deal for. They'd display them as best they could without leaving them vulnerable to thieves once they got set up in town. Johnny, a tall, broad-shouldered man of indeterminate ethnic origin, hopped down out of the Jeep to walk alongside. He usually ran ground protection.
Fetch leaned out of the driver window and instructed his fellows. "No bullshit this time, and no stunts. Ya'll know what happened to Juan's band last month, so I'm sure I don't need to refresh your mem'ries as to why."
They remembered, all right. No one needed to be reminded of the way the corpses had stunk up the place when they fished them out of the midden. If the Law Givers wanted to inspect your goods, you let them and no fuss about it. Causing a ruckus in the street was the last thing you'd ever want to do... literally.
Having left anything they didn't want to sell (or to have seen) in a rock cluster a couple miles back, they weren't terribly worried. This was a low-risk run. Nothing the Law Givers could take exception to and all of them carried their weapons under their coats. They'd made sure no one was around to see the drop-off and were well-versed at concealment; it was all that kept them alive.
OOC: Dysanii, if that doesn't properly reflect your concept of the Law Givers just ask me to change it and I'll happily do so.
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OOC: No, that's perfect! ;D
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The APC within which Law Giver team 19 were in was parked on a mound on the 'city' outskirts. From this point they could see several miles out into the Jabberwocky plain. LG-Smith was sat on top of the APC hatch when he spotted the caravan of vehicles. He moved and hit the hatch with his fist, prompting LGS-Johnson to pop his out out. "Serge, we got movement. About a mile out." Smith motioned to the stationary caravan and people milling about it.
"Lets move up and...inspect them," Johnson said. "I could do with smacking around some wanderers." He dipped his head back into the APC to face Mirendez and Curtis. "And make sure your stun batons are ready...if these traders are anything like the last, we need to be careful. They're tricky....and difficult...and packing some heat." Smith jumped down into the vehicle, closing the hatch behind him. As the APC roared forward towards the traders, LG-Curtis spoke into a comm that broadcast his message over the sirens, "In accordance with rogue government law, we are carrying out an inspection of your vehicles. Do not resist. Do not move. Do not get in your vehicles. Thank you for your cooperation."
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They all froze where they were, except for Lotta. She slowly climbed out of the back of the truck into the open with her hands held far from her sides so they would see she wasn't reaching for anything. Those bastards would probably say I was hiding in wait to ambush them and use the excuse to beat on us again. Yeah, I'm sure pregnant women are petrifying stealthy.
The others held themselves much the same way, though Johnny's face was a mite less calm than the others. He looked like he was suppressing some serious anger, the muscle twitching in his jaw betraying his emotions. After all their weeks of hard work, they were afraid to lose anything.
Fetch glanced over at Greg, sitting in the driver's seat of the truck opposite him. Both knew they'd brought nothing along the Law Givers could take any kind of offense to, but it was always chilling to be stopped like this. They had every right in the world to sell their wares to those as needed 'em, but these "inspections" happened just about every time anyway.
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The Deathawks manged to find a few things in the old Subway, mainly some old Gas and a few Old World weapons.
"Well guys, i guess we found a good haul, a few SMG's and 2 shotguns."
"And some gas"
"Yeah.."
The Deathhawks walked out, and began walking around, trying to find some more stuff.
"What the 'ell is that?!"
"Oh my god, its a Airport"
"Airport?"
"Old World thing, lets go into it!"
The Deathhawks began walking into the Airport, and then into the Tarmac, Finding a truck that still worked.
"Well, we got a car, lets get out of here."
"Got it"
The Deathhawks drove out of the City, and began looking for other groups. They pulled out a map, and they plotted a course for a small Base they had about 100 aways from New Zion.
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Somehow, Carl and Charlie managed to get back to eachother and fight their way to their buggy. For once, the damned thing actually started on the first attempt and they drove out of ghoultown, that's what they would call it from now on anyway.
"Things look pretty bad bro."
"Yeah, Charlie, I know, wer'e down to half a tank of gas."
"Not just that, we only have two proper .50 cal's left, we need to get hold of some powder, some fresh percussion caps and someone that can cast .50 cal bullets... and jackets too. Also, we are down to ten clips for the P90 and you only have 200 rounds left for the MG. Thank our lucky star for the idea to make case catchers for our automatics."
"Yeah, without you making those, we wouldn't even have cases to reload. There should be someon that could help us in New Zion, I have heard it's a big town, and that there's a big old store there that used to sell all sorts of stuff before the fall."
"For once, big bro, that soesn't sound like a half-bad idea."
Leaving a long, dense dust trail behind them, the brothers speed off towards New Zion, Charlie driving and Carl manning the pintle mounted MG just in case of raiders or other low lifes of the wasteland turned up.
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The Deathhawks were almost to there base when they saw a large Cloud of Dust heading towards New Zion.
"What is that?!"
"Raiders most likely, lets got ambush them"
The Deathhawks began setting up near where the truck was driving by and they were about to attack when the saw that those were the guys that helped them early. They waved them down, and when they stopped they began to talk
"Hey, i didnt think that we'd meet agian"
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Shouting over the roaring vehicles, Carl replied.
"Well, lucky for you we recognized some of your gear or we would have shot you up for raiders! We are heading for New Zion, need to get some more ammo and have heard they might have some!"
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Running to the back of there Truck, and coming out with a large crate
"Here take this, we wont be needing this, we dont have any machine gun left, so take it."
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"Thanks, what calibre is it?"
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"I think that they are .50 But use them wisley, it only has 200 rounds!"
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"Nice, what do you want in return? There is no such thing as a freebe theese days."
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The Law Givers approached the convoy, walking slowly with their stun batons resting on their shoulders. LG-Smith pointed his baton at the person in the drivers seat. "You! Get the fuck out of that truck!" He moved towards him, preparing to deliver some swift 'justice' for disobeying inspection laws, as the others moved to the trucks to inspect them and LGS-Johnson rounded on the pregnant woman.
"Mm, you sure are fine...for common wasteland scum, anyway." He stroked her arm, provoking one of the other members of the caravan to move forward quickly before they stopped themselves. Johnson walked up to the man and punched him in his belly. He lifted his baton to his side before whispering, "This...will be very enjoyable." LG-Curtis looked at the commotion from the back of a truck.
"Give it to him good, serge!"
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Fetch and Greg both got out of their vehicles slowly, feeling dread deep in the pits of their stomachs. They told us not to move, but now they're getting pissed we didn't get out until they came over here to watch us? We coulda hidden weapons behind the doors, damn it! No matter what we did, they'd have found a reason to beat somebody today. Those reckless, power-hungry fools are gonna get themselves killed eventually. We can't keep taking this shit forever.
Neither of them resisted as the one they called a Sergeant beat the piss out of Johnny. It was no wonder he'd reacted the way he did when the bastard touched his wife, but at least he hadn't gotten too close or, Devil take 'im, hit the Law Giver. He wouldn't be able to walk away from this otherwise. At least he has the sense to take it without fighting back; it was about time he stopped acting like a damn idiot.
Lotta was holding herself back, but she couldn't stop the tear that rolled down her face as she watched them savage the only man she'd ever thought she could really trust to watch over her. It just wasn't fair; the good ones never had any influence in the world anymore. She only hoped the man had been trying to scare her with his comments; she wasn't particularly pretty and doubted he'd really do what he was hinting at... even Law Givers weren't usually that cruel. If he was, though, she worried more for the baby so close to being born than for herself.
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After agreeing with the Deathhawks that the two brothers owed them a favour in return for the ammo, they resumed their course towards New Zion, this time, Carl was driving and the pintle mounted 7,62mm MG had been replaced by Charlie's 'Barret M82A1'.
Shouting over the wail of their souped-up engine they saw New Zion appear as out of nowhere when they cleared the last ridge in an impressive jump.
"Look bro'!, New Zion coming up!"
"I see that!, HEY! What's going on over there?!"
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"...and let that be a lesson to you, local." Said Sergeant Johnson, the man on the floor cradling his broken arm. Feeling much better about himself, he called to Smith, Curtis and Mirendez, "OK, lets move." As his team walked back to the APC, he threw a small box with a red cross on and some pain killers to the man he had just introduced to his baton. "You have guts. Or stupidity. Get yourself cleaned up." He entered the APC last, which drove off towards the city, signalling the end of the inspection.
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Lotta tended to Johnny while Fetch and Greg watched out for more incoming strangers. They thought they'd seen a vehicle on the horizon and were making sure no one came upon them unexpectedly with a man wounded.
OOC: Apologies for the short post, I'm leaving for the weekend. Anyone who wants to RP with my guys will have to wait 'til Monday for a reply, sorry!
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"Hey Charlie, don't you think it looked like those so called Law giver bunch?!"
"Yeah, I think it was, looked like they were messing with some people too!"
"Well, I noticed some of our stuff went missing in ghoul town, one of the radios among other things!"
"You think they took 'em Carl?!"
"Of course they did! Those Deeathawks was never even near the buggy!"
"Well, should we teach them a lesson then?"
"You read my mind lil'bro!"
"Then stop over there by those rocks! I'll shoot from the buggy!"
"Done and done!"
The caravaneers saw how the small buggy in the distance pulled in and stopped behind some large rocks on the closer slope of a ridge. A few seconds later, they saw a large flash by the rocks and a trail of red light hit the passenger side of the Law Giver APC with a small explosion. The impact of the armour piercing HE tracer wouldn't have hurt a full size tank, but the light 15mm aluminium armour of the APC was no match for it. Had it not been for the Law Giver closest to the blast still wore his armour the rest of them would have been forced to scrub parts of him off the inside of the APC. Instead he was peppered with burning armour fragments and bullet shards.
A couple of seconds later, the loud and sharp sound of a large calibre rifle reached the caravaneers' ears followed shortly by the sound of the round's impact.
"Wooop! I got 'em reall good Carl!, Now step on it!"
The buggy lurched forward from the rocks and ran full speed flying over the crest and then falling out of sight.
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After watching the Brothers drive off, the Deathhawks entered there small base, which is nothing more then Sandbag walls and 2 small huts. They parked there car next to the msall plane they had.
"My god, when will we get that plane working?"
"Ah, Craft is working on it right now"
A Loud bang was heard
"HEY GUYS! THE PLANE IS WORKING!!!!"
The Rest of the Deathhawks ran outside to see the plane
"Lets go!"
The Deathhawks boarded the plane, with a small MG monuted on the side. The flew and headed towrds New Zion
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"What the fu-" was all LGS-Johnson could shout before a second shot hit the fuel canisters attached to the inner wall, the ensuing explosion killing the team within in a concentrated inferno of fire and melted metal.
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The brothers didn't stay to assess the damage and ran their buggy full speed to another end of the small city, making sure they stayed well out of sight as to appear to arrive at the perimeter checkpoint from the other direction in the first place.
Before they drove up into the checkpoint's view, they stopped out of sight and hid the bigger weapons well by taking them apart and hiding them in the extra tubes in the car's frame.
When that was done, they drove up to the checkpoint. Carl was hiding his left hand as it was sheated in an odd close combat glove they had found at the base. Charlie had hid the P90 in a secret compartment in the back of the gunner seat. The pintle mount was empty.
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While the Deathahwks were flying they saw a large inferno. Flying around it, they saw it had a Law Givers symbol.
"Oh My god...'
"Those guys did it!"
"OH YEAH!!!"
The Deathhawks Flew to New Zion, where they saw the Brothers. They fly over them several times, trying to get there attenion.
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"Oh f*ck, oh f*ck... Jesus shit, what are we gonna do?" Lotta was beside herself instantly after seeing the Law Givers' APC hit. As much as she hated them, especially right now, she knew they had to stay on good terms with them to keep up their business. "Oh God, what if they think... no, they couldn't... we obviously didn't have any weapons that could do that, we're practically unarmed against APCs, they would know that, right?"
"Lotta, chill out! NOW! We have more important things to do than go on about it. Greg, let's get over there and see if there's any survivors. Lotta, stay here with..."
Fetch suddenly stopped talking as Johnny stood up, wavering. "We all go."
No one wanted to tell him he couldn't manage it, so the four trekked over to the ruined APC. As soon as they were close enough for their voices to be heard, Fetch called out, "We're just comin' to see if anyone needs assistance, Law men. No need fer weapons; wasn't us as did the shootin', understand?" He continued in this vein as he and Greg got closer, trying to see if there were any bodies still moving in the half-blazing rubble.
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"Huh, thats odd. We have been flying over them for a while, but they havent seen us.."
"Lets fly over the city, just to see what the heck is looks like.
"Alright"
The Deathahwks flew over the gates and saw New Zion. But, a AA rocket saw them and blasted them out of the sky.
"KYLE!!!"
Craft and Eric were the olny 2 that made it out of the plane alive. The olny thing that saved them both was when Kyle's armour took the brunt of the rocket. As Craft and Eric floated down to a nearby rooktop, they also mangeed grab a msall flare gun that fell from the plane as it blew up.
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"Well, we might as well get going, the Law Givers, or who ever shoot us down, will probly be looking for us."
Craft and Eric then began to head to the sterrts, intermingling with the locals. They slwoy worked they way up towards the Law givers HQ.
"Woah....... thats big..."
" 'Ell yeah"
OOC: I'm assuming that there is more Law Givers, Right?
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OOC: Did this thread die?
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OOC: Dude, i say we reboot the whole thing. You know, do all this crap over. I really dont want this to die. Please! For the Love of Khabs cookies!