A Harsh Reality Chapter 1 : Legacies, Lovers and Toxins

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OOC - Here it stands

A harsh reality, one too real even to seem true if that was at all possible. To the East of our cherished wasteland life is very different. While free from the burning days and relentless car chases at high speeds over ever stretching plains of the hard dull ground it had it’s own dangers. Raging storms and countless storms plagued the inhabitants. People said that during the Great War something sensitive sat their, some experiment driven wrong by the bombs. But the harsh political truths of the past no longer mattered, it was as simple as this: Now the East was known as the ‘Battered Land’. There would be no way to which this would change but to the hands of a living legend and one with power in comparison to a god on earth. But few ever cared, and now even fewer, each day was a struggle to even cling onto what life they had left.

And it is in the border of these two worlds in which our story begins. Upon this fringe sit a merger of them both. The land was ever darkened, day and night it always prevailed, storms raged rarely but still countless caverns dotted between the plains of land elsewhere. And despite these furies of the Earth in itself and the torments laid upon her in the Great War there would always been hope for humankind. Or would there?

Indeed their would – sat within the fringe not far from the town of Broken Hills lies the city of Espoir. It was founded long ago from hidden ruins, by the man – or rather mutant known as Rachat. Yet even that was in a gone time. Now Espoir’s once noble, committed and thus powerful community has divided into three factions, each of which seemingly has a will to hold the town as his own.

In fact it has become quite a jewel, with Rachat’s legacy still hanging in the balance it would make a precious resource for each of the factions. The first of these are the Children of Truth, the men of the town’s west side, this, their territory is mysterious and shrouded in the unknown. Danger lurks on every corner and the close unity of these brothers means that infiltration is almost insanely difficult. Those who go there are rarely seen again. To the east lie the gangs, once known as the Coalition the times of trouble they allied to pass are long gone or lost to time itself and now their combats are furious and regular. While it is not as subtle as the Children of Light’s home, it is equally deadly. Now the only safety is the middle of town, the central strip which, while taking up the least space, a bare scratching from top to bottom of the town, is what the people thing of when the name Espoir is mentioned. It is a town lying just east of the border of the west and the fringe itself. A territory though of a small upon the first sound of the word but large once the realisation sets in and a traveller is caught exhausted and empty handed in a foreign home.

This is far from the original dreams of Rachat but it is in peace and it is – home. It proves as a temporary residence to those travelling east. It thus veers towards this in it’s economical workings, yet few really care about the fancy terms of the past. They work to survive and that’s enough. Right? And there will always be hope.

Yet things of unknown potential still hang in the balance and the truth is about emerge from the souls of those who fall in the battles to come. We shall see. And all will come and all will close.

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Garret took up the envelopes before him searching through them, many were meaningless, scribbled notes and unreadable, not at all intended for him. But somewhere through them was, he found, a true letter to which he was dearly eager to receive. He quickly tore it and pulled from it the letter inside. It was written on a sheet torn from a notebook, it was some what dirtied by stains of ink and blood and it brought a somewhat saddening message in it’s feel. Garret glanced upon it and read the first words, ‘Dear Father. Indeed it was the letter he had waited for. ‘I am, once more on the run’. Garret grunted recalling the previous occasions in which his son had managed to anger the hierarchy of other towns and cultures. He read on ‘I can say little but my intention was, at least for now to head your way’. Garret sighed, while he loved his son his visits were rather comical, and usually to his expense. ‘There are a few others with me.” Another sigh from Garret, his son always had the strangest friends. ‘There are great things coming from the East, I can say little of them for truly I do not really know.’ This was beginning to sound different, it gave the impression that this was something serious, unlike the previous situations, Garret wondered but instead decided to read on. ‘As I said we head in your direction but it will be long before I reach you and long before you receive this’. There was a point, he checked the date. He heard a sound elsewhere and looked up.

Martha emerged from the shower, draping a towel across her shapely form and placing another atop her head. She wiped it across her skin letting out a sigh of joy as she wandered into the next room. She smiled seeing her husband standing before her.

“What’s that?” she asked pointing to the letter Garret held in his hands

“A letter from out son,” Garret instinctively replied “Yet it is dated for a month ago.”

“What did he say?” She asked

“He said,” Garret replied “He has made some more enemies and again is on the run. He said he was headed here although he seemed to have the impression that he would no soon arrive. Apparently he has made some new friends as well.”

Martha let out a slight giggle her face covered with a pleasant smile and touched by a faint yawn. “Do you think he’ll be ok?” she asked

Garret went to open his mouth, he was interrupted at this but the look upon his face seemed to state an answer pure and clear. He was interrupted by the sounds of shouting, the possibility of gunshots and the echoes of a dispute in the making. He gasped remembering the refugees who had rolled into town the last night. He quickly ran out front to observe whatever situation had arisen. Martha raised a trench coat over herself and followed.

Outside sat the central clearing. It was slightly to the west of their house and bar and was large, the majority of buildings being gathered around it, and around those around it. But now the clearing looked smaller when filled with so many people. While countless men and women sat and stood around one scene became obvious upon a first glance. This was a conflict arising, but being attempted to be settled by a third man.

Suddenly revelation hit him and Garret charged forward grabbing the third man by his collar and taking him to the ground. He drew his sword and placed it against the man’s neck. He took his hair and used it to jerk his head back against the ground even further

“Do you know Jack Arsen?” He spoke threateningly

The man nodded gently, “Where?” Garret asked

“To the East,” The man whispered “He helped us bring these people here,”

“Where is he?” Garret asked again

“He headed back,” the man replied “He would not say why, only that he had to get something, something very important.”

“Why was he with you?” Garret snapped
“He fled with us, we swore an oath to get these people away from the incoming threats told of in the East. While I only knew him for a short time, those who were with him respected him, and I came to respect him. We trusted him as a Guardian and as a friend and we trusted his word when he said that this was important, and we trusted his words when he said this was not for us at this time. I do truly hope to see him again soon when this mission clears up?”

“More. Tell me more,” Garret ordered

“I cannot. We have now passed our oath and so we leave this flee in our pasts.”

“Even if that means leaving the people of you past behind,” Garret snapped in outrage

“I can assure you sir,” the man began “We trusted you son when he swore that all left with a trace of hope would reach here even the guardians left in life such as himself. This task is important but I have no doubt he will overcome it.”

Garret stood up, somewhat satisfied that the man would be willing to reveal further details later. He could at least let him go from his threat of death. It seemed this one could be trusted. Perhaps his son had found some decent friends for a change.

“Where is he?” Garret then asked

“I’m not sure, but we parted with him three towns to the east, he was headed back apparently.”

“Very well,” Garret concluded, “I am satisfied for now,”

At this moment, a figure approached from Garret’s back, placing a hand upon his shoulder.

Garret turned, “George,” he greeted. George Rankin, simply ‘Rank’ in the field but now he was long away from his police militant background, just the town’s weapons dealer. Despite this he was commonly regarded as the Sheriff of the town and while he had never stated he thought of himself as Sheriff he often behaved as if he was.

“What’s going on my Man,” Garret asked, Rank, apparently had been watching the scene leaned in the shadows against Garret’s home and office.

“These two are apparently involved in some sort of dispute,” Rank whispered.

“Why,” Garret immediately replied

“This man,” The first answered “Was an Enforcer who joined to put death to my kind and call it ‘justice’,” He spat on the floor “I am an Angel, the kind he so hated. He was responsible for the death of my brothers and now the oath I swore has worn off I can crush the life from him and watch him suffer as his kind made mine.

“No Sir,” the second answered “That was in a lifetime gone, now, we are in a new life and we are brothers of the same order.”

“We shall duel,” The first replied “And you shall fall and die to my hand,”

“I have no will to fight you,” The first man drew a sword at this, and took up a pistol in the other

“I have no wish to kill you,” The second continued, drawing his own sword for defence, he revealed a pair of punch daggers and a pistol as well.

The Angel moved forward slashing with his weapon towards his opponent. The Enforcer dodged back still reluctant. Rage filled his eyes as his features disfigured with sheer anger. He was about to duel, and avenge his brothers and all his opponent could do was laugh at him and refuse to fight. He drove forward willing to slay his enemy even if he would not defend. The Angel rose his pistol and fired several shots. The Enforcer took only one in his left arm yelling in pain and raising his own gun. Finally he counter attacked and somehow managed to catch the Angel by surprise. He was able to knock him too his knees. He closed on him remembering the days in which he slew these men on a daily basis, and more than that even sometimes enjoyed it. As the Angel attempted to rise to his feet the Enforcer drew a rifle and place it against his stumbling foe’s neck. The Angel spat in disgust but whether this was with himself or his enemy was hard to determine.

The third man closed on them “No,” He yelled, “no one will die here.”

Everything seemed to freeze for a few moments but the silence was soon broken by a heart stopping battle cry from behind. Everyone turned around and looked upwards. There they could see a wall of furious men and women jumping and falling from the buildings on the other side of the square. They were dressed in the tradition suit of leather armor but above this they were clouded by dark black trench coats. All of them boasted long hair of exotic colors and oddities of all sorts. They bore rifles and sub machine guns strapped upon their leather sleeves. Others wielded pistols or magnums in their hands with blades strapped upon their bodies elsewhere. Their features disfigured in anger and in the powerful battle cry they let out. They hit the floor in the square with countless thuds and charged forward upon impact A leader step forward heading the charge with a mask of gold covering his face and strapping around the back of his head. In the rising of a rifle the first of the crowd was taken down in a bloody scream as the surprised victims erupted in a chaotic display of confusion.

Garret pushed through the crowd and the raised his own gun. Rank followed behind him also with a weapon in the air. The others designated as Guardians rose up assisting in the evacuation of the square. The smell of an oncoming conflict arose and the fighters stood there could feel the death and destruction about to erupt. They took up their stares against one of their opponents however they were still highly outnumbered. They could feel the calmness of the scene, everything froze once more, all the prevailed was the glare of the combatants and the echo of a battle fought and a battle about to rage.

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The shower door opened and from it steeped a young man, he brushed back his long red hair with a towel and wrapped it around his lower body. He stretched and yawned donning a T-shirt and pulling a leather jacket over it. He finished drying off his legs and pulled on a pair of pants. He took up his pack, a brown rucksack with a strap making it easily accessible. He opened it and pilled into it several sandwiches and a few spare clips, a couple of ropes and a few stim packs. He picker it up and placed it over his shoulder, he also took up a gun which was sat neatly on a nearby table. He looked it over, it was polished and kept in incredibly good condition, it gave off a gentle shine as he looked over it. Upon it a golden plaque was tidily attached with the word “Phoenix’ emblazoned upon it. His name and title and the only honor left in his life. He thought it over and spat, this house was only a temporary refugee, he was shattered with nothing left.

His entire life was swallowed in the burst of a flame thrower and fell beneath the dominant wrath of the gangs that reigned over this once proud section of the town. Once he was a citizen but that was years ago. The scorching of an eternal fire wiped the land clean. If he had had the sense to leave his home when it was swallowed into the fighting perhaps he would still have something to hold deer.

It was this pistol that was what was left of his gone life. The plaque showed his name and his honor, it was his only pride. He stroked it with one finger and placed it into it’s holster around his waste. It would always have a place in his heart. Then, as he had done so many times before, he shoved aside these feelings and looked to the rest of the day. This area had long been abandoned and it had quickly become his base. Behind him a small bath room ruled over by a large shower and bath sat. To the side of this a large bed chamber with a four poster bed albeit it trashed. Beside that a ruined room had fallen in, a chest of draws dominated by cracks and holes. Around this countless articles of clothing draped and sat and hung. The main room was rather much neater but only because it was covered meagerly. A table, a desk, several chairs and a couple of locker. Beyond that several other rooms that were covered in leftovers and trash. Phoenix looked it over only once more and then stood out of the house. He looked to both sides, there was a long street, countless dips and holes and chunks were ripped and torn from it. It was burnt and cut and fallen to the hunger and greed of the rival gangs. Fortunately now they had somewhat lost their power to time and the depletion of their resources. He was thankful for this for a moment further then stepped into the derelict building opposite. Automatically his march became a sneak and he bent his knees stepping lightly over the used and torn covers and sheets of the beds the surrounded him. Presumably this was once the lair of a long gone gang. He walked on and off into the shadows. His plans: observe, sneak and learn, he was arousing a sort of reputation nearby for striking at under powered patrols. He sure was becoming richer from the loot. For one moment he thought he might be becoming more of a raider. He shunned the thought and continued. They owed him anything and everything that was material in nature. And he was going to make sure he got it, if they wouldn’t give it, he would take it, and with it their pitiful lives.

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OOC – Ok then, it was rather longer than most posts I’ve written and with a lot fewer spelling mistakes but I couldn’t resist it. I was looking at us controlling more than one character each until I saw the number of people actually willing to participate. Unfortunately in every thread I’ve seen like this people have dropped out so I’ve taken this into account. For now I’ll be playing Phoenix as described above however latter I may bring in my traditional character Fang and another I dreamed up a while ago. Though I still haven’t determined if they will be important NPCs or lesser Player Characters. Anyways, the battle comes next. My best ideas for possible characters you can play are as followers either a traveler from the west, a refugee from the east of a towns person of Espoir. From the west you could either play a traditional character who has come to investigate the rumors of danger to the east, whether they arrive before, after, or during the fight is available. You could be at the scene described above or in one of the nearby buildings or set to arrive during the battle. The refugees probably haven’t heard much more than the delirious words of those who had actually seen or felt whatever threat was coming. That alone should have been enough to drive them to flee. They could be one of the guardians or one of the non combatants. You could also play a traveler wandering around. Remember though no one expected this battle so more than once coincidental arrival would be realistic. And all travelers have reasons to travel although there are some who do it for the sake of it they are fairly rare. Then you can easily play a ganger to the east of the main town but that should only be a sub character as mine is, it may well follow a partially separate plot line as you may well see in one of my next posts. They are likely to be fighting amongst themselves however. Ultimately of course choosing a cha is up to players. I thought I’d just put in some advice. Also note it’s probably best if no one plays one of the attackers.

Anyways the real scenario should begin when the battle outcome is determined. Anyone still here after the battle will meet in the tavern to discuss the situation, the future, and we can start on info sheets about the town, the NPCs and the player characters.

OOC - Also note, Anyone is Welcome

- Let's hope it turns out well; The title may make more sense later - or you may have figured what it means out already

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- Fang_Of_the_BOS@hotmail.com
 
OOC: Right, since my imagination is a bit on the lacking side I thought that this may be an event that occured after "A Raider story and so on..", so I thought I might introduce Remington here too. Now if anyone has anything against this just say so and I'll come up with a new charachter.
 
Every adventure of your character does not have to be in sequence nor one after another. I am coming in about a year after my last post. (Year in character's life.) If i wanted to, i could start a thread before this thread, or make one about if i chose another path in life. All of the threads do not have to link to ohters.
 
[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Dec-24-01 AT 08:24AM (GMT)[p]OOC - That is correct, i've jumped back and forwards in Fang's life every time i've posted. However since i became a proper writer over on the fan fic boards i've prefered to stay away from this. It makes for lousy character developtment in some situations.

Though i have no objections, the only problem is if the plots of the two have any direct contradictions. I regret that i have not had the time to read 'A Raider Story' so i'm unsure about any events that might of happened.

I agree that everything will fall into place. If we write a lousy entry or beggining we can always come back and change it later. Now we just need to get established.

Ohh and i don't know if i mentioned, this town is about 6 days east and slightly south of Broken Hills so anyone could easily play a mutant, ghoul or human from there

If anyone is stuck on how to introduce their characters i can go ahead and do mine first?

PS - Is anyone else having trouble getting into the post 'ANYONE?' mine seems to take me directly here when i click it. Have i done something to cause this? I've tried logged into and out of several accounts but i always get the same. Are you having the same trouble?

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OOC: Yup, I'm having the exact same problem. Oh, and as for the plot in "A Raider Story" it all involved some tribals getting their hands on some weapons. In the west. So hopefully the story lines shouldn't intercept. And besides, this kinda gives me a chance to finish that story, in a way. You know, to tell the story of why Remington arrived here. But I'll refrain from doing that just yet, I'd like to see if this goes by with you guys.

Anyways...

IC:
"So, you here because of the "happenings" here then?"
"Huh?" Remington looked up from his soup and on to the barman "Happenings?"
"Yes," the barman replied in his dull voice "you know, the "happenings".."
"Uh.." Remington was obviously confused about the subject, but felt for the first time in his life that this was something he didn't want to know about "Yeah, ofcourse I am..."

Remington quickly proceeded to finish his soup and pay for it with his sidesmans money. He then checked his clip, and walked out on to the street. As he looked up from his gun he knew he had made a mistake, standing on each side of him where to large posses. This struck Remington as odd, since he hadn't done anything that would cause such an uprising in years.
"Bloody hell.." He muttered to himself as he tossed himself back into the bar. There he promptly pulled out his gun and hid behind the side of the bar.
 
OOC: yeah that "Anyone" bug is creepy. Anyway,being a mutant character is a bad is a bad idea. I am an ex-Enclaver thus i hate mutants.

IC: Bob sat in his humvee listening to old MP3's while reading an anciant volume of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. He looked up from his book to see some comotion amoung the crowd of people. "That's not good," he said. Bob picked up a radio. "Bob to Mucus, do you copy? Over."
Mucus: "This is Mucus. Over."
Bob: "There's a doins a transpirin'. Get ready to back me up. Over."
Mucus: "I'll be on stand by in half an hour. Over."
Bob: "Transmision end." Bob sets down the radio. "Better just watch for now. Might not be worth fighting for. Who am I talking to?"
 
Ferago bolted up right, hitting his head with a loud "thunk" on the low ceiling over his bed. He rubbed his head and hit a button on the little blinking box next to his bed. Ferago sighed as he lifted him self out of his bed and walked over to his small kitchen. Walking past the counter he picked up a nuke a cola which had been siting there. "Hmm 10 minutes till my shift" Ferago said looking back at his clock. He walked over to the window on the side of his small trailer. He pulled up the shades and as his eyes adjusted to the light he saw the two large crowds facing each other. "Damn factions are at it again" he said setting his nuke a cola down and placing a steel plate in front of his window which was dented and nicked from bullets. Ferago pulled on his leather jacked and picked up his desert eagle. He was sure something was going to happen and he didn't want to be caught in his shabby little trailer in the ally near the bar. Locking his door behind him Ferago stepped into the ally.
 
[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Dec-25-01 AT 11:43AM (GMT)[p]"Right," Remington yelled from behind the bar "I'm, uh, not the man you are looking for! I'm his, uh, twin brother... Yeah, that's it, twin brother!"
"They're not after you," the barman said as he collected the glasses and bottles "it's probabøy just the some of the factions squaring it out again..."
"Oh," Remington said in a relived tone "I knew that..."
 
"Hey Ajax" Ferago said walking in the back door of the bar. The bar tender turned to face him.
"Just on time Ferago, we have a little something brewing out side"
"Ya so I see. And lucky me, its my shift"
Ajax laugh as he walked out the back door. "You'll be okay kid. You got your gun don't ya?". Ferago nodded. "Well, then you'll be okay." Ferago strolled over to the bar and was just about to take of his jacket when the sounds of gun fire started coming from the street. Stray bullets began flying in just as Ferago threw him self behind the bar. "Hey there" Ferago said causally to Remington as he pulled his desert eagle from his jacket pocket.
 
"G'day" Remington replied as he made himself ready to return the fire.
"Can't say I've seen you here before." Ferago said as he peaked over the bar.
"I'd be surprised if you had" Remington answered as he fired his gun in the direction of the two posses. His shots were followed by a scream, and a hail of bullets flying in their directon.
"Ah, bloody hell.." Remington muttered. "I knew they were after me..."
 
Bob stat watching the commotion when a stray bullet hit his car. "Now it personal." He starts the engine and drives very fast at the crowd. Honking his horn he stops before hitting anyone. Many of the people look at him in shock. Bob pops out of the hatch to the M60 on the roof of the humvee. "Don't mind me. Just passin' through." A few people continued to fight. Holy crap!" Bob yelled. "It's a gigantic flying bunny rabbit." Bob pointed the M60 at the sky and shot at a rabbit shaped cloud. Now everyone thought he was crazy. "Oh crap," he thought. "This is wasting all my ammo. Better go to plan B." Bob stopped shooting into the sky and looked at the crowd. "Now that I have your attention," he said, "maybe we can find a peacful solution to this argument or I can just run you all over till you all get along." Suddenly Bob wondered if his car could handle running over so many people. He thought it would fall apart. He would at least have the fun of running them down. Then he woundered if there were any local laws against that sort of thing. He doughted it. Why would there be a law for something almost never happened in the wastes.
 
OOC - What's happened? Have you all lost interest? I haven't seen a post in ages. On the plus side I think i've finally worked out an entrance for myself after several 3 page trials. That should be up soon as i write it. Also i might try and attract some other players from the Illuminati to this here little project. And finally if you have given this up i'll probably keep posting and it'll turn more into a fan fic.

Anyways I hope it's just the Christmas season occuping you all, certainly was for me. If that's right I should see you all soon. Although technically if you're reading this i'll be seeing you now. Anyways i think that's about it for important stuff so i'll leave it at that. And i think i might introduce a second character in Fang soon, though not the old Fang I used to Roleplay with.

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OOC: Acctually, technically you wont really "see" us. :P
As for the story though, I've gotten a writters block ever since Bob posted. I'll probably be able to come up with somthing once you get your introduction up.
 
huh, yeah somehow Bob's post did really give me Writer's block too though i don't know why. Anyway i really hate how long this has taken to write up. I've had to reconsider it at least 5 times. Entrances are the hardest thing on my part and now that i have it pretty much worked out i should be able to post regularly.

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OOC - Finally here it is, sorry for the wait but i should be able to post more rapidly now

IC - Eyes blinked open and set sights on the room around them. It was the hotel room into which Blade had checked two days ago. His second visit this would be. The room was rather untidy at present but that was his fault and something he intended to correct soon. He removed the covers that were spread over his form and stud up glancing longingly in the mirror. In his haste he had gone to bed in his travel wear. At least he was ready for the next day he thought. He straightened out his clothing and wandered to the sink to wash.

Minutes later he pulled his gloves up ritualistically, leather gloves, but finger less ones. Blade took up a combat shotgun that was placed casually upon his bedside table, reloaded the clip and stepped outside. His room was still a mess but he had a strange feeling about today.

His room led out into the back passages of the establishment, a rather reputable one. It was north of the square and faced downwards upon it, its entrance touching the brim making it one of the most visible sights to an incoming traveler. He took two turns and he was in front of the door to the tavern. The front most room of the establishment and the place through which the majority of it’s business was dealt. To Blade’s left sat a well polished, indeed shining, bar. But instead of hiding half the form of a barkeep it supported several used bullets and a smashed up 10mm pistol. Around the room where the early patrons should have been sat were only upturned table with smashed legs and mutilated seats. The floor was littered with countless bear bottles, smashed into pieces, the glass lining across the floor. Several used stimpacks and traces of blood ran over near the windows to the right. Several weapons, most melee covered the floor and the tables that were still sat the right way up. Many of them were broken or snapped in half. It had the ring of a bar fight in it, but the destruction seemed almost too immense for that.

Blade wandered to the closest window and took a glance out. He had been here for only a short time now, but he was willing to stay a while longer, he was glad he was here. He had the call of a traveler, an adventurer. No where seemed like home, he had no home. Perhaps if he hadn’t seen his town Elders cut down before his eyes, perhaps if his village wasn’t raised to the ground, perhaps if his people, and his parents weren’t now scattered across the Wasteland, perhaps then things would be different. Perhaps not. But he was here now, he had traveled here like every other adventurer had been, to investigate the disturbances occurring in the east, but the price had been higher for him. When you’re into the profession he was into, you learn to make friends just as quickly as enemies, that is fast, very FAST. When you travel the Wasteland the costs can be high, raiders lie around every corner, with sheer strength in numbers, taking the resources of others in order for themselves to survive. Travelers, always crossing these perilous paths, band together in an attempt to survive.

And this is what Blade had done, yet again. His group had been headed to the same destination as him. And in fact this time his group had been rather larger than usual. There had been about a dozen of them on and off. Some were unusual, never revealing their true motives, only that they had the will to join together so the route would be safer.

But despite this the conditions were worse that could have been expected. Blade had been separated from this group. They had been subjected to countless attacks but the most of them had survived despite being rendered alone. Yet he knew little of the fate of the rest of his group, though only he could hope for the best, though seeing the worst come and mayhap pass. Though the cost was equally dear in the resources and supplies they carried. For their food and money had been taken in large though he bore some left from when he had escaped them. Much of his ammo had been lost in the necessary taking of the lives of raiders. But he had made it this far. It was safe here but he knew he couldn’t continue any further. With the loss of his previous group and many of his former supplies he would have no way even to reach the east let alone accomplish anything there. But perhaps, he had decided, he could make something from what was here. He was still considering of course. Much time he had left to spend here. It wasn’t home, but it was a place he could better over the coming months. Perhaps. Blade was still a traveler, not liking to stay in one place too long. But he could at least stay here until he got back on his feet. He had, for now, set his eyes on the gang rivalries and the fury of the west of town.

From what he had previously seen the rest of town was nothing special. Perhaps if the townspeople got their hands onto it, they could turn it into a decent place like here – this place. The middle of town that is. Still, he had peace for a few days more. Though he would like to investigate whatever had happened here in the tavern. It was nothing unusual in the wasteland, but if he planned on staying here for any length of time he would have to make sure this never happen again – unless he be subjected to it.

His glance scoured the square ahead, it was filled, with greater many people that even the mustering of market each week. From what he could see they were split into two main groups. One to his left and one to his right. Behind the left group Garret’s tavern and inn, one of the most respected establishments in town, behind the right group was a derelict warehouse of which most of the rooms were locked and untouched. The open parts of course, were damaged by time, and the streams of homeless people who used it as shelter. There men stood, with leather coats wrapped around them nearly from head to toe under which they wore the typical wasteland style leather armor. The people to the left were mostly the refugees he had heard about that had come into town recently. To the right were the representatives of one of the factions. At least, he could use this opportunity for study. He had considered settling the factions dispute as one of his options while in town. He had at least be graced in knowledge of them all.

With that Blade stepped outside. As he could see half of the crowd was threatened by being run down by a vehicle. A vehicle, a luxury he had lost about a month ago. The fastest and most essential mode of transport in the wasteland. And one of the safest as pretty much nothing could touch you – though that didn’t stop you from crashing into other things.

Blade rose his shotgun looking at the crowd. The onslaught continued, while the black, leather clad attackers were fewer in number, they were greater in skill. They bore apparent military training to some degree and were able to cut through the crowd. Their bullets shot out in burst and tore across the square spraying in every direction. It caught many of the refugees and knocked them down to the ground. They worked together well, they covered almost every area of the battlefield with fire as if they were trained to cover a certain section. Despite this the fire seemed to cut to the side a fair amount.

Several of the troops had wandered to the side forming a curve and quickly trapping the refugees in a forming circle. Some of their fire seemed to cut through in other directions, towards the tavern behind the refugees. Blood began to spill in the square, though many of the townspeople and refugees had been evacuated to the streets beside that tavern that were sheltered in the shadow of the nearby buildings. Yet still, near them all sat a vehicle with the threat of running down the crowd. Still he was ignored by the attackers.

As it seemed, they had no regard for their own lives and no care what happened to them. Almost as if they were the best disciplined military force in the wasteland. Though definitely they had their minds set on some goal. A goal unseen of course.

Bob, the operator of the vehicle, prepared for a forward thrust. He hit somewhere into the crowd drawing down two of the attackers and then crashing itself against a couple of the other fighters, drawing them down to the floor also. Yet this did not hinder the attackers even in the slightest.

By now they had reduced the crowd somewhat. The attackers had converged rapidly, and despite the interference of a vehicle had not been hindered. The remaining attackers remained on the outside of this circle and provided cover fire for their comrades, whose backs were to the buildings on all sides and vulnerable to counter attack.

Now it seemed that they were ready to attempt towards the goal of their attack. Presumably something relating to the refugees of course. And now it seemed would also be the time for a counter attack to be launched. If that was going to be done. And also it seemed that the outside circle was not firing sparingly.

Blade leaned out the window for a brief moment and with one click of his shotgun took down one of the men. In an instant the two adjacent two him extended their arcs of fire to cover the area he had been in charge of. Blade ducked once more behind the sensitive shielding of the tavern’s walls.

Blade reached up again and held the trigger of his weapon down shooting out a burst of bullets that scattered across the square, catching their targets but seemingly inflicting only little damage.

Now was the time to make a move, now…

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OOC - I intend to post another entrance tommorow, but unfortunetly school has resumed. Suprisingly though that should mean I'll be posting more.

Also, my next post should explain the motives of the attackers, though i would advise that nobody have them fail yet. Combat can continue, though i intend to have Blade continue taking down the outer circle, attacking the inner one would be suicidal. And of course a lot depends on Bob's actions now.

Anyway i gotta go, school tommorow. AHHHHHH!!!!

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OOC: I haven't given up either, I just had no idea what to write.

IC: "Alright thats it. I am geting the hell outa here" Ferago said loading his last clip. He looked over the side of the bar, waited a couple of minutes and made run for the kitchen. "I'd suggest you do the same!" Ferago yelled to Remington as he ran out the back door of the kitchen.
 
"I'm way ahead of you" Remington said as he made leaped for the kitchen. The leap was follwed by a fast roll, that placed Remington in the front of Ferago.
"Woa..." Ferago was aboviously shocked at the speed of which Remington moved. "That was fast." Ferago said as he took cover in the kitchen.
"Yeah, well... I've had some training." Remington said as he looked for a new route to follow.
 
Ferago ran to a rusted out but sturdy dumpster in the ally behind the bar. Grabbing on to the side of the dumpster Ferago pulled himself on top of it and with some effort and jumping he managed to grab a later that had broken in half some time ago. Climbing it with a speed that only came from adrenaline he was soon on the roof. "Come on!",Ferago yelled to Remington, 'We'll be able to get more of those bastards up here!". At the front of the roof, facing the street, was a chimney and to the right of it the inn's sign. Ferago made his way to the chimney and took cover behind it, taking shots at the people in black when the chances arose.
 
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