A Raider Story

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OOC--
This board used to be so damn active!
I don't know what happened but everyone seems to have abandoned the ol' RP board. Hopefully this'll get things moving again:
a thread about a few lowly raiders waiting for their big chance.

IC--

The blast rang out loudly in the desert as the load of buckshot smashed a few dozen holes through what remained of the car's windshield and splashed blood all over the inside of the glass.

Loading two more shells into his shotgun, Dexter walked cautiously up to the car and moved to the side of it, keeping his weapon trained steadily. The car had no doors, which made it easy to see the occupants inside it. There was one man in the back seat, who rapidly took a shot from Dexter's shotgun fully
in the chest, sending him rolling out the side of the carandcrashing to the ground. As he heard the crunch of footsteps in the sand he looked to see a terrified woman running franticly in the other direction. His shotgun would never reach her at that distance so he left her. He had never particularly liked killing women anyway.

He looked back to the other two raiders who were busily searching the corpse of the first victim. The had caught him in the back as they approached the car and killed him instantly. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, Dexter walked up to the car where the man in the front seat was writhing spasmodically and choking on his own blood. Dexter slung the shotgun over his back and drew one of the Desert Eagles from its holster. Levelling the pistol with the man's bleeding face, he knew he was doing him a favour. A single bullet painted the seats with human brain.

The car was wrecked, but it would've made a good home for the people he had just murdered. Would have. Holstering the pistol, he began the messy job of searching the bleeding corpses. After finding little of value, he turned to his two companions to decide what to do.

OOC-- I need people to play the role of the other two raiders, their names are up to you, and anyone else who wants to join is welcome.

-Smaug
"I am become death. The destroyer of worlds."
 
OOC: Ya this board it dead. I'll help ya out! I'll play two guys. Ojo and Seth. Ojo's the stupid one Seth is the smart one.

IC: "So Dex what now?" Seth said standing up from the dead body while Ojo kept searching it. "I say we drive the car outa here" said Ojo. "You dumb ass!" Seth said smaking Ojo upside the head. "look at that car! Does it look like its going any where?! Shut up and keep searching these stiffs!". "So were the hell are we going any way Dex?" Seth said as he sat on the hood of the car.
 
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OOC: Ass-uming(gotta love that joke :) ) that I can be in more than one thread at a time and that the other one wont start for awhile, I'm going to join in here.

Character stuff:
Name: Remington
Age: 25
Stuff about Remington: He speaks in a british sort of accent and is a very good pickpocket. He is skilled with guns and is quite charismatic. His luck comes and goes as it pleases, so he often ends up in "shitty" situations. He is not an honourable person, and will flee from a combat if he feels he could end up on the loosing side.

Anyways, onto the story.

IC: Remington was walking alone again on the run from a lynch mob, when he happend to spot a gang of three men located around a car. Not spotting the bodies lieng around he walked up to the men fearing little.
He walked towards the man and was about to begin his normal con-talk.

Remington : G'day to you hono....

He stopped half ways finishnig the sentence as he saw the bodies.

Remington : G'bye to you honorable men.

He said making a u-turn.

Seth: Hey! You!

Remington looked over his shoulder thinking this is the end for sure, though this was not an uncommon thought for Remington, he usualy only thought it when before he would have bullets (or whatever the person(s) could get they're hands on) flying past his ears.

Remington : Yes? What can I do for you lot that I do not suspect killing those people the least bit..?

Seth: Stop the bullshit, and get your ass over here!

"Right, they'll either gun you down from a distance, which could result in a more painful death than a shot from a close distance." Remington thought to himself. "Eh, I'm a dead man anyways, might aswell figure out what they want." Remington started walking toward the raiders.

Dex: This sure is a strange, and dangourus, place to be walking alone.

Remington : Eh.. Not as dangoourus as the place I came from.

Dex: And where did you come from?

Remington: A tribal town, can't remember the name.

Dex: Tribals are usualy friendly unless your trying to kill them.
And besides, what harm could they do?

Remington: Well, these tribals had gotten themselves ahold of some "boomsticks" as they called them.

Dex: I see, but still, why would they want to use these "boomsticks" *chuckles* against you?

Remington: Well, it's a silly reason really. The tribe leader happend to find some of their lost stuff in my possesion...

Dex: Oh, I see. Your a thief.

Remington: I like to be called liberator, but yes, I am a thief.

Dex: We might need a thief in our group, wanna join us?

Remington: Well, I'm not sure... *he hears a faint noise from the tribal mob in the back ground* Ok, now let's get our arses in gear.

Edit- OOC: Right, this is my first attempt at anything like this, so any suggestions or feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Edit2- Oh yeah, and what could ad to the story would be to have another thread containing the Ranger story or something like that. You know, a gang of Rangers hunting the raiders down. And by having two threads we could have the groups being at diffrent locations without causing to much confusion.
Well, just an idea.
 
OOC-- Thanks guys, I was just beginning to think this place really was as dead the the Glow on a hot day. Anyway, I'm a bit confused about the new thread idea.. but anyway...

IC-

Dexter thinks intensly for a moment, then pulls an extremely crumpled map from his coat. After studying the map for a few moments, looks to the South.

"According to this map from New Sarrell Falls, there's a well-travelled caravan route a coupla' K's South of here. I say we take that way, hit some 'vans, and get to Sarrel Falls in a few days. You agree, Seth?
Oh and you, what was your name?, you just stay back and try not to get killed, we may need your 'talents' in Sarrel Falls..."
 
OOC: Well, the whole idea is that sooner or later someone (most likely Rangers) is hoing to hear about the exploits of the raiders. So they most likely is going to start a man hunt for them. But instead of keeping everything in one thread (the raider story and the ranger, or whoever decides to hunt them down, which would get quite confusing) we put each story in a thread for itself. That way we get to see the story from two diffrent groups and it won't be so confusing. Still, just an idea.

IC:

Remington: Huh, me?

Remington was already busy making friends with Ojo, in the hopes that having Ojo as friend might get him out of alot of troubles.

Dex: Yes you!

Remington: Oh I'm Remington, master thief and con man at your service.

Dex: I see.

Remington: I know the names of these guys *points at Seth and Ojo*, but I didn't catch yours.. Any chance that you might want to tell me?
 
OOC-- Oh, now I understand. Makes sense to me.

IC-

My name is Dexter. And we had better get moving. Seth, you take point and keep your eyes open for Ranger Patrols, I hear they've increased in number since we last visited. Therefore the caravans will be lightly guarded. Easy pickings. Dexter loaded his shotgun with two shells and snapped it shut, lettting Seth take the lead before starting to walk.
 
"Right, I'll just stroll along then", Remington said halfly to himself.

Remington: So.. Mind I keep these .223 rounds Dex?
Remington grinned. He had taken them from Dex while he was talking to Seth.
Remington: I'v been running low on them, and figure I'm going to need some if we're going to hit a caravan.
 
OOC: Wow this is moving at a good pace!

5 miles when Seth decided it was time to rest. They found a small out crop of rocks and grass and put down there things. From what Seth could guess it was about 2 in the afternoon and they were long over due for lunch. Dex pulled pulled some various food from his pack and handed it out. After they had eaten they decided it was time to just sit and rest from the sun. Dex laid down in some near by grass to sleep while Ojo and Remington chated. So Seth appointed him self guard. He stood up and looked over the line of rock that gave them some shelter. He scaned the horizon for a couple of minutes and decided things were ok. "ZZZOEE" a bullet wized past Seth's head and hit a rock near by. "Shit" he said droping to the ground. Hearing the gun shot Dex picked up his shotgun and moved toward the line of rocks. Dex took a quick look over the rocks and turned to his companions."Who is it Dex?" said Remington. "Tribals" he said.
 
"Tribals? oh shit." Remmington groaned.
"Yes it seems your tattooed friends have come for a chat. There's about six of them", Dexter announced, peering over the rocks again, "and they're armed with.. rifles and shotguns I think." A hail of gunshots promted Dex to duck back down.

"Okay.." he said finally, "they're gonna be all over us if we don't do something now. Seth, you still got that grenade?"
"Yeah, here it is," Seth replied tossing the explosive to Dex,
who caught it with both hands.
"Good. I'm gonna feed 'em this, then we make a run and gun down whats left of them. Right?" The others nodded in agreement.
"On my count.

"ONE!" Dex pulled the pin, but held the spoon clamped against the grenade.
"TWO!" Dex shifted his weight, relased the clamp, and hurled the grenade high into the air. It spun smoothly as it arced towards the screaming tribals.
As he heard the deafening boom, and sand rained down over his head, Dex grabbed his shotgun and shouted

"THREE!!"
 
[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Jul-06-01 AT 10:16AM (GMT)[p]"How the fuck did they get here so fast?" Remington said to himself as they all stood up.
"Hell, what do I care.." He thought as he blasted one of the tribals down.
There were now three tribals left, they seemed to be somewhat confused about the grenade and couldn't seem to get they're mind up if they should flee or not.
"DIIIEEE! He screamed and pulled the trigger on his gun against another tribal. But the gun didn't show the least sign of having tried to fire.
"NOO! Not now!!" The gun had ofcourse jammed itslef, and refused to fire.
"What are you waiting for?Shoot the bastards!" Dex yelled at Remington as he plucked down a tribal.
"Yeah, kill 'em!" Ojo yelled as he blew a tribal all over the place.
"Your not being very helpfull here!" Seth said as a bullet barely hit his ear.
"You try to fire a gun that's jammed itself!" Remington screamed back.
"Your not the luckiest chap around are you?" Seth said as he put a bullet in the head of the last fleeing raider.
 
OOC: Right, skip that last post. I kinda stole the whole battle there. Sorry.

IC:
"How the fuck did they get here so fast?" Remington said to himself as they all stood up.
"Hell, what do I care.." He thought as he blasted one of the tribals down.
There were now three tribals left, they seemed to be somewhat confused about the grenade and couldn't seem to get they're mind up if they should flee or not.
"DIIIEEE! He screamed and pulled the trigger on his gun against another tribal. But the gun didn't show the least sign of having tried to fire.
"NOO! Not now!!" The gun had ofcourse jammed itslef, and refused to fire.
 
OOC: ehehe thats ok.

IC: Ferago pulled out his revolver. He killed one and winged another. CLICK CLICK CLICK "damnit!" Seth yelled as he looked for his new clip. "AAAHHH" Seth screamed the tribal he had winged shot him in the sholder. Seth fell to the ground yelling various curses. He could hear the tribal as it ran up to the wall. Seth reached into his leg pocket and pulled out a throwing nife. He poped up over the rock, caught sight of the tribal and threw the blade into its neck. Seth sighed as he slumped to the ground. He would leave the rest to his companions.
 
Dexter swore loudly as he saw Seth take a bullet in the shoulder. He brought his shotgun up to meet the howling tribal who had since run out of shells and was now swinging the gun like a club as he charged towards him, and pulled the trigger, giving the tribal a chest-full of buckshot, and dropping him to the ground.
Three to go.
One was already fleeing, so Dexter decided to let him go, and deal with the two advancing on Remmington, who was desperately trying to fire the jammed gun..
 
Ojo,who had the whole time been looking for his gun found it. He pulled it from the pack and fired and the tribal closest to remington. He shot the tribal in the hand and went to work on his skull with a power fist.
 
Ojo,who had the whole time been looking for his gun found it. He pulled it from the pack and fired at the tribal closest to remington. He shot the tribal in the hand and went to work on his skull with a power fist.
 
"BLAM!"
Remington's gun had finally fired. But since Remington was pointing his gun somewhat down at the moment, the bullet only hit the tribals knee. This cause the tribal to get thrown forward at the same time that Dex fired his shotgun. The tribal as a result of this doged the buckshot who instead hit the other tribal which Ojo was already busting up, making the whole thing quite a bloody afair. The tribal the got hit in the knee had passed out the second he hit the ground, and so Dex was already on his way to kill him.

"Wait!" Remington said.
"What for, he tried to kill us!" Dex replied.
"I want to know how they got those gun's." Remington answerd.
 
"Shit, he's right." Dex thought as he nodded slowly.
Although Dexter was quite well-spoken, he usually left the talking to Seth, who could pretty much talk his way out of anything, Ojo handled extreme combat situations, and Dex provided the backbone for a very profitable partnership.

Snapping back to reality, Dex walked over to where the rest of the group had begun to interrogate the wounded tribal, except for Ojo, who had started to search the still-warm corpses.
 
"Right, all we want to know is where you got the guns from" Remington said to the tribal.
"G..G..Gun? What gun be?" The tribal asked.
"BOOMSTICK! It's a BOOMSTICK! Now where did you get them?"
Remington asked.
"Me not know. Shaman brought them back from the desert" The tribal answered.
"I see.." Remington said thoughtfull.
"Why had the shaman gone out into the desert?" Remington asked.
"He said he got to praise the gods" The tribal said.
"Do you know which direction he went then?"
"To the south..." the tribal then passed out again.

"Dex, feel like giving me a hand with this bullet wound?" Seth asked Dex.
"Sure, I'll be right over." Dex said as he walked towards Seth.
"Did he have anything important to say?" Dex asked Remington as he passed him.
"Well, their shaman got them from somwehere to the south of their town." Remington answered.
 
[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Jul-10-01 AT 02:57PM (GMT)[p]"AHHHH!!" Seth yelled as Dex shuved a stipack into his sholder next to the bullet wound. "Shut Up!" said Dex as the pain killers started to set in. Seth pulled out a first aid kit and handed it to Dex. Now that seth couldn't feel anything Dex began pulling out the bullet. "So Remington, were do you think that shaman got those guns? After all you did spend some time with them."
 
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