Bringing in a raider (cont. from my post)

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[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Oct-14-00 AT 01:55PM (GMT)[p]Jim Bob: *wipes the sweat off his forehead* Wow! What a rush! Ok, should we keep this one here (pokes at the surviving raider) or'v any of you captured a live one from before? I think I heard Caesar got a prime specimen, maybe we should check in on him...

Anyway, how the hell are we gonna get all this stuff back into town? There are some really nifty things I'd damn well like to keep here. We could make a fortune from sellin' this in a larger-sized town. One near-undamaged hovercraft, plus yours, Quinch, and tons of heavy weapons, energy rifles and even some gauss, not to mention that big mutha there. (points to the minigun-lookalike) So whaddya say?
 
[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Oct-14-00 AT 09:46PM (GMT)[p]Quinch holstered his .22 and stepped around his hovercraft.

"Do what you want," he said as he took a Gauss rifle and a few clips from one of the raider bodies. "You're right, though, shame let all this go to waste... we'd better haul it back somehow."

His eye caught the spike gun, a fair distance away from the surviving raider, and he picked it up. It was heavy and awkward to wield, doubly so as the carrying strap snapped when he ran over it. He aimed it at the burning remains of one of the raider hovercrafts, then thought better and instead aimed at the boulder it crashed into. He pulled the trigger.

There was a soft hum which quickly turned into a buzz. Even though nothing flew out of the barrels the powerful recoil almost threw Quinch off his feet and he staggered backwards, trying to regain his balance. In front of him, the boulder changed... it now looked as if something kicked in points of it and they now protruded on the other side.

"Cute." He tossed the weapon to Jim and strode to the fallen raider.

"Any ideas on how we bring this guy in? We'll have problems just bringing the 'quipment back, and Caesar already bagged one." His eyes narrowed. "But I think we can do some interrogation on the spot."

The raider stopped writhing and was now looking up, pale and eyes filled with fear. He spoke nothing. Quinch crouched next to him and looked down into his face.

"I will ask you a very simple question," he said slowly. "Where is your base?"

The raider stared back at him. He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but no sound came out.

"Where did you find all this equipment?" Quinch asked. "What are you planning?"

The raider struggled to speak. "I... I c-can't.... mustn't...."

Quinch stood up and picked up one of raider's legs. "Don't make me do this," he said softly.

"Must.... protect..."

Quinch sighed and raised the leg, and gave it a quick, sharp twist. The raider howled in agony.

"I....I...! With a basketball a bowling ball and baseball bat he came he had golf clubs cleats and catcher's mitts to help him in the game...."

Quinch dropped the leg in astonishment.

"Fucking nursery rhymes....?"
 
[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Oct-15-00 AT 10:58AM (GMT)[p]Leaning against his car, Smaug holstered his smoking pistols, scratched his head and looked at Jim Bob and Quinch, then at the crippled raider babbling incoherently.

"What the... I say we put this injured faun out of his misery!" He said as he drew a Magnum.

"No!" Shouted Jim Bob and Quinch in unison.

Smaug quickly came to his senses and holstered his pistol once again.

"Sorry.. I uh.. don't know what came over me.. hehe."

He looks at the piles of equipment looted from the dead raiders.

"Well, as fer the stuff, I got plenty o' room in my car trunk. That should carry a fair amount of loot.
And yeah, we should check on Ceaser... ten bucks says he's in the casino!"

He laughs.
 
Reptile: *Helps to get the most of the hi-tech stuff into the cars...* We'll be having some money after this....
Smaug: yeah..... *he takes a box with some Gauss ammo and is just ging to throw it into a car....*
Reptile: stop i'll need that takes the ammo and reloads his both gausspistols.....
 
Jim Bob: *looks at the raider, then turns to Quinch* The hell! They're trained like an army! We'll need some class methods to squee
 
Damn screwup... here's the real post.

Jim Bob: *looks at the raider, then turns to Quinch* The hell! They're trained like an army! We'll need some class methods to squeeze info out of this one. Let's hope Caesar's one is more cooperative. But... we could always try some good old stuff. Like a blowtorch to the feet? *nods to Smaug* and we don't care if he can't feel his feet! There are always other sensitive spots on the body! *grins wickedly at the raider*
 
RE: Damn screwup... here's the real post.

"I don't think it would work...."

Quinch looked down at the raider. His mouth motored on, stopping only to draw a quick breath. It seemed that nothing existed for him, that he could only recite the rhymes over and over....

"I think... it isn't that he doesn't want to spill his guts. With pain like that he'd slit his own throat to stop it. No, remember... he started to say something and snapped. Almost as if it triggered some kind of a block in his brain, something put there to prevent him from leaking information..."

He looked around and muttered something under his breath. "Anyway, I don't think we can do anything with him here; besides, we should probably get back to town."

--OOC--

Jim: If the post gets messed up you can always edit it. Well, within half an hour after you first posted it, but still.
 
Having a blast in Yellowrange

Back in Yellowrange Ceasar is having a aprty of his own.

Ceasar - Woohoo ! This is fun ! *pulls the handle of an one armed bandid. This thing is spewing money all over Ceasar's feet*
I think this is my lucky day or something. Now let's spend some of this. *Ceasar walks over to the bar* Bartender ! One of your finest whiskey's !
Bartender - One Walking Johnny coming up ! (thinking) Hey, the owner was right ! Even if they win, all the money comes back to the casino anyway !
 
Having a blast in Yellowrange

[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Oct-17-00 AT 12:08PM (GMT)[p]"Blowtorch to the-- ahaha!! That takes me back!
The good old days eh?
Ah well, we better get back to Yellowrange and check on Ceaser."

Smaug loads the last few pieces of equipment into the trunk of his car, and slides into the driver's seat. He leans out the window:

"You guys ready to go?"
 
RE: Having a blast in Yellowrange

Reptile: Hell yes... *jumps into Smaugs Car* Nothing personal Bob but my ears realy need some rest....
Bob: Lets Go!
 
The Return

Quinch jumped in his hovercraft and turned the ignition key.

"Let's go," he said. "By the way, is anyone gonna take that surviving hovercraft or are we going to leave it here?"
 
RE: The Return

Reptile: i allmost forgott it i can take it i dont have any car or so..... i'll just hope i can navigate it....
 
RE: The Return

"Ok.. but just don't crash that thing into me on the way back to town!"

Smaug grins at Reptile and laughs as he starts his car and the group begins the trip back to Yellowrange.
 
Waiting....

Ahhh... That was fun.

Ceasar walks out of the casino, to the sheriff's station. Back in the Sheriff's station, Ceasar greets the Sheriff, and walks to the cell block. The raider Ceasar captured was finally coming to his senses.

Ceasar - Hey, our friend here just woke up. Hey, what's your name ?
Raider - John.
Ceasar - What the hell were you thinking, robbing me like that ?
Raider - Hey, I needed some money.
Ceasar - Ok then, who are you working for ?
Raider - What the hell are you talking about ? I work alone !
Ceasar - Don't gimme that bullshit. I know you are organized, so tell me, who are you working for ?
Raider - Are you deaf ? I told you, I'm not in an organisation.
Ceasar (thinking) - He might be telling the truth. After all he was trying to rob me, and that puny 10mm wasn't really "high tech". Aw, shit. I got the wrong raider.
Ceasar - You'll be staying here for the next month or so, so make yourself comfterable.
(thinking) Looks like I'm hitting the road once again.
 
RE: Waiting....

The rumble of engines is heard clearly through the humid desert air as four vehicles approach Yellowrange.
Smaug, driving up front, sees Ceaser leaving the police station as he arrives at the town, and stops the car once he's inside the gates.

"Ceaser!" Shouts Smaug. Ceaser looks around for the person who called him. Smaug shouts again.

"Ceaser! Over here! What's the deal with the raider you caught? Is 'e any use to us?"
 
RE: Waiting....

Reptile: Yeah have he said anything or so......
We did stumble up on some real Hardasses out there....*points at the desert* Does anyone got a Coke here???
Jim Bob: were is that raider.....
Ceaser: umm..... erhh......
 
Explanation

Ceasar (ashamed) - Well, I questioned him, and it shoed that he was only a small-time run of the mill raider, the normal, uninteresting kind. I should've known there was something very regular about that guy when he tried to rob me with a 10mm. I also wondered why he didn't shoot me first and robbed me afterwards. After I radioed you, I checked his gun, and he magazine was empty. Oh well, I guess we just have to start looking again.
Jim Bob - Aww, SHIT ! *throws his hat to the ground* You're saying we killed all those raiders back there for nothing ?! We could have easily kept one alive. Damn....
Reptile - Back into the breach once again, my friend..
 
RE: Explanation

"Son of a-- I can't believe it... we had one Ceaser, we had one! If only he hadn't lost his mind completely... ah hell, looks like were off looking for a raider again."

Smaug takes a long swig from a canteen of water, then turns to the others.

"So...you guys ready?"
 
RE: Bugghunt

Reptile: right about... *goes to the closes shop and comes out carrying a lot of Nuka Colas he takes a long sweep from the first one....* LEts go.....Jim Bob i'll come with u that hitech piece of shit just makes me nerveous..... *he loads the M60s grenadelauncher with a RUbber shot this will help...*
Jim Bob: okaty come on then.....
SMaug: yeahooo.....
 
RE: Bugghunt

"Excuse me."

Quinch coughed a bit. "While we were driving back I was tinkering a little with the conrols. It seems like there's an onboard database on these 'high-tech pieces of shit' which might prove a bit more helpful than that guy we caught." He frowned again.

"*If* we can get into it. It looks protected as hell. Now, I'm not bad with computers myself, but this is way out of my league.... does any of you guys know how to break into it, or, I don't know, the sheriff would probably know if there's some kind of brainiac in town."
 
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