A Raider Story

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"Well.." Remington said.
"I cam from the east," He continued "so I really don't know what you might find down south. I think there is a Ranger HQ there, 'cause they did get alot of visits from Rangers. That might be were they got their guns from.. But, well... Rangers don't tend to give weapons to anyone. There might be a tribal friendly town down there too, but I find it strange that they could get their hand on guns like that and in that large amount...."
Suddenly Dex inteerupted. "What? You mean they've got more guns than that?"
"Yes, they all had some sort of a gun on them." Remington replied.
"And how many are there of these tribals?" Dex asked.
"Oh about 70, maybe 80" Remington answerd
"Sheez, and the possibility of that tribal that got away is able to gather an even larger posse than what we just encounter is how high?"
"Very high."
Dex stared at Remington for awhile and then said to the whole group...
 
"OK, it seems we have two choices.
One: We head to Sarrel Falls as planned, or two: we head South and try to find out where those damn tribals got their weapons.
Whatever we do, we better do it fast before our friend gets back with some friends of his own."
"If you ask me, I say if those tribals found us once, they'll damn well be able to find us again, so heading to NSF could prove risky. But I can't speak for everybody, so I guess this'll be a group decision..."

And with that, Dexter popped two more shells into his shotgun and slung it on his back, waiting for a reply from one of his companions...
 
OOC: NSF - North Sarrel Falls?

IC:
"Well, I'm up for going pretty much any place that I haven't been before. So I'll leave this decision to you guys." Remington said as he sat down and began lookin over his gun to figure out why it jammed.
 
OOC- NSF- New Sarrel Falls

IC-
As Remmington sat down Dexter looked to Ojo, who was staring intently at a group of birds circling in the distance.

"Fuck it. I want to know where these boneheads got their guns."

Seth nodded in agreement and produced the map of the area. Following Remmingtons directions, they plotted a course South of the Tribals home. Grabbing their weapons, they set out towards the burning horizon.
 
After walking for some hours the sun started to set.
So the group desided to stop walking and camp. The spot they chose was in the cover of a large rock formation.

Ojo was trying to get a bonefire and Seth had layed down, bein extra tired from the woun in his shoulder.

"Dex, feel like taking a look at my gun? It has been jamming alot latly." Remington said to Dex as he handed him the gun.
"Yeah, sure" Dex said taking the gun from Remingtons hand.
 
Sitting beside the fire, Dexter skillfully disassembled the weapon and examined the parts. After several minutes, he announced:
"Well.. aside from being a bit gritty.. your magazine is bent. It's stopping the bullet passing into the breach."

Remmington looked at him blankly and then said

"Um... yeah... but can you fix it?"

"I think so..."

Dexter pulled a combat knife from his boot and pried at the magazine until it bent into shape. He slammed the magazine in and handed the gun back to Remmington.

"Should be firing ok now,"
"Thanks"
Replied Remmington.

Dexter looked over at Seth, who was now fast asleep, and turned to Remmington.

"I'll take first watch.. you can get some sleep.."

Sitting alone in the silence that followed, Dexter sat his shotgun beside him and pulled out a bottle of Nuka-Cola, drinking quietly. A few hours later, a small sound sent him to his feet, grabbing his weapon...
 
OOC: Right, I'll be going on a holiday trip tomorrow so I'll be gone for a week. Just knock me unconscious or "play" Remington for awhile, ok?
 
OOC: Will do. I think it's time to start a new thread as well.

-Smaug
 
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