welsh
Junkmaster
finishing up
OCC- This is my second time posting this conclusion. It's unfinished and hurried. Sorry.
ICC-
“Let’s go people, Get those damned bodies out of the way!” Yelled Krieg. The dead and dieing deathclaw had piled up high on the El, blocking the cart from the El. The Brahma snorted their frustration, eager to flee from the hordes of deathclaw around them.
Policeman and townies quickly grabbed what bodies they could, tugging and dragging the dead leathery monsters out of the way.
“Borderman, Hai’s forward. Give ‘em cover damn it!” Moving forward, past the cart, the rescue force was mixing up with Gabriel’s wedge, both pushing back the monsters.
There were fewer deathclaw and those that were visible were smaller and younger. The rising sun might have meant that many had gone back to their dark lairs. Or perhaps so many had been killed that only the young ones were left.
“We’re getting short on ammo again Krieg,” Said Drake, easing his fire just momentarily.
“On it.” Said Krieg, bringing his radio up. “Dobbins, we need resupply now damnit.”
“Nana just left ten minutes ago with a second run. They should be there in a couple of minutes.” Dobbins voice responded, his voice full of static urgency. “What’s the situation.”
‘We got em Dobbs, we got em, but their pretty beaten up. Must have figured to break out on their own. Good thing ‘cause I doubt we could have gone much further.”
“Causalities?” asked Dobbins.
“Light, we lost a couple of good men, but overall pretty light. But we got quite a few wounded heading your way.”
“Got it covered. We got triage at the gate and surgery in a factory nearby. Now bring the rest of ‘em back.”
“Well we ain’t havin’ a party out here. We’re sending back the wounded first and then the locals and regular Pos first. Just be ready for the wounded. Over.”
The cart had now moved past the forward line. The terrified but exhausted brahma would have continued to run down the length of the El. But Ibis’ calm hand steadied them, bringing the cart to a halt.
He glanced down and was happy to see Cerebus licking at a long red cut across its side. The dog was cut up in many places, but it had suffered worse wounds before. One of the eyes of the wolf’s head looked up at Ibis, and the tag gave a big long wag. Stopping its licking the wolf’s head gave a woof, as if saying, “You see, once again I protected you.”
Nearby he could see both Jeeva and Caleb, catching their breath. Jeeva, finally resting his tired arms. For the first time since leaving the Fort, Jeeva’s plasma rifle was held at ease. The big slaver looked up at Caleb, met his stare and gave a big smile, as if saying. “We made it, together, we got through.” But Caleb face was as if made of stone. He shook his head and looked away, eastward, past the El and past Tabis. To GreyCliffs no doubt, where the other Blades were.
Jeeva shook his head. He had lost so many comrades and now would have to find some new purpose for his life. He hobbled over to the cart where Fury was getting off to make room for more wounded men. She looked up at her former leader and smiled, reached out and the two grasped each other by the forearms. Together they went back to look to Knox.
The big, muscular slaver was still bleeding, although Yacob was doing what he could to bandage him up. A police officer joined them and quickly injected a stim into the warriors shoulders, whispering “He’ll be ok for now.” Then moving off towards the others.
Ibis looked over the cart. Already townies and policemen were filling it with wounded. Other locals were helping the wounded that could walk back towards the gate, leaving room on the cart only for those who could no longer move. Ibis looked to Ferris and Talon, both badly burned, Ferris’s legs bloody and blackened, skin torn away. This one would be awhile if he walked again. Yacob now off the cart and helping place wounded ontop.
Ibis turned his attention to Caleb, who was reloading his weapons but still looking East.
The man was somehow older, more weary, more tired. The years of pain and death taking their toll.
He was thinking of going it alone. Ibis knew this, instinctively just as he knew that Caleb would deny the prophecy, just like he knew that Caleb would survive this ordeal. It was destiny. Ibis, old and tired, nearing the end of his time, was also a servant of destiny. Whether he left alone or with the others, it was Ibis that would carry Caleb across the river of death.
Oh Caleb, you think you carry the world on your shoulders. Whether because he feared the others would turn them down, or he was afraid to disappoint them, Caleb preferred to be on his own. It had always been true. Even among his Blade brothers, Caleb walked alone. But Ibis also felt that the old gunslinger had his phantoms, his reasons for being afraid of the company of others.
There was so much he would tell the old Blade if he could, but it would be little use. Some men needed to learn their own way. Some men were thick headed. And just as the Blade was thinking that he would journey alone, Ibis knew the others would follow wherever the Blade left.
There was a new dawn rising on the wastes, but whether that down promised rebirth or renewed torment, Ibis could not tell. Destiny, Fate were often blurry, even for one who could see. It was upon this one man that the future would be made.
“Where the hell are my men” The voice shook Ibis from his thoughts. Krieg, standing so tall he almost looked Ibis in the eye, spoke, his voice demanding. “The Bordermen who went to the Fort, where are they?”
But Ibis didn’t have the energy or the will to speak.
“One of them made it, the other two didn’t” Spoke Caleb, matter-of-factly.
“Only one.” Krieg repeated, his voice lower.
“They died bravely.” Said Rogue, looking up at Krieg, “Wheeler and Kirk died getting us to safety, and Ferris helped keep us alive. Your men died well, and did the Borderpatrol proud.”
Krieg looked back where a police medic was working on Ferris’ legs, applying an disinfectant and then badges. Krieg’s fist tightened and for a moment the battle was forgotten. But only for a moment.
“One man. Crooked Christ. Alright damn it, get this cart loaded and moving.” Krieg’s voice becoming loud, the voice of authority again. “Lets go, those of you wounded who can walk head back. Townies help ‘em back. No one left behind damn it. HAIs and bordermen keep the fire up.”
Ibis watched as Nana ran by, the first of her crew, a box of much needed ammo on her back. She moved to the forward line and crouched down, handing out much needed ammo.
Yacob, saw his wife, and smiled. Figures Nana would come out to get me.
“Nana!” He called.
Nana turned and saw her husband. A smile lit upon her face, a smile which, to Grim, turned back time to when the female badge had first met her husband, so many years ago.
She got up and went to her husband, holding him fiercely and kissing him. They held each other a long moment.
Then Nana eased her grip and stepped back. And slapped Yacob, loudly, across the face. “That’s for making me worry!”
Those who could hear the slap, audible from a distance, laughed.
Then she hugged her husband again, kissing him fiercely, as was her nature.
OOC- Ok I will finish this later. Anyone else, feel free to add. Sorry, got to run!
OCC- This is my second time posting this conclusion. It's unfinished and hurried. Sorry.
ICC-
“Let’s go people, Get those damned bodies out of the way!” Yelled Krieg. The dead and dieing deathclaw had piled up high on the El, blocking the cart from the El. The Brahma snorted their frustration, eager to flee from the hordes of deathclaw around them.
Policeman and townies quickly grabbed what bodies they could, tugging and dragging the dead leathery monsters out of the way.
“Borderman, Hai’s forward. Give ‘em cover damn it!” Moving forward, past the cart, the rescue force was mixing up with Gabriel’s wedge, both pushing back the monsters.
There were fewer deathclaw and those that were visible were smaller and younger. The rising sun might have meant that many had gone back to their dark lairs. Or perhaps so many had been killed that only the young ones were left.
“We’re getting short on ammo again Krieg,” Said Drake, easing his fire just momentarily.
“On it.” Said Krieg, bringing his radio up. “Dobbins, we need resupply now damnit.”
“Nana just left ten minutes ago with a second run. They should be there in a couple of minutes.” Dobbins voice responded, his voice full of static urgency. “What’s the situation.”
‘We got em Dobbs, we got em, but their pretty beaten up. Must have figured to break out on their own. Good thing ‘cause I doubt we could have gone much further.”
“Causalities?” asked Dobbins.
“Light, we lost a couple of good men, but overall pretty light. But we got quite a few wounded heading your way.”
“Got it covered. We got triage at the gate and surgery in a factory nearby. Now bring the rest of ‘em back.”
“Well we ain’t havin’ a party out here. We’re sending back the wounded first and then the locals and regular Pos first. Just be ready for the wounded. Over.”
The cart had now moved past the forward line. The terrified but exhausted brahma would have continued to run down the length of the El. But Ibis’ calm hand steadied them, bringing the cart to a halt.
He glanced down and was happy to see Cerebus licking at a long red cut across its side. The dog was cut up in many places, but it had suffered worse wounds before. One of the eyes of the wolf’s head looked up at Ibis, and the tag gave a big long wag. Stopping its licking the wolf’s head gave a woof, as if saying, “You see, once again I protected you.”
Nearby he could see both Jeeva and Caleb, catching their breath. Jeeva, finally resting his tired arms. For the first time since leaving the Fort, Jeeva’s plasma rifle was held at ease. The big slaver looked up at Caleb, met his stare and gave a big smile, as if saying. “We made it, together, we got through.” But Caleb face was as if made of stone. He shook his head and looked away, eastward, past the El and past Tabis. To GreyCliffs no doubt, where the other Blades were.
Jeeva shook his head. He had lost so many comrades and now would have to find some new purpose for his life. He hobbled over to the cart where Fury was getting off to make room for more wounded men. She looked up at her former leader and smiled, reached out and the two grasped each other by the forearms. Together they went back to look to Knox.
The big, muscular slaver was still bleeding, although Yacob was doing what he could to bandage him up. A police officer joined them and quickly injected a stim into the warriors shoulders, whispering “He’ll be ok for now.” Then moving off towards the others.
Ibis looked over the cart. Already townies and policemen were filling it with wounded. Other locals were helping the wounded that could walk back towards the gate, leaving room on the cart only for those who could no longer move. Ibis looked to Ferris and Talon, both badly burned, Ferris’s legs bloody and blackened, skin torn away. This one would be awhile if he walked again. Yacob now off the cart and helping place wounded ontop.
Ibis turned his attention to Caleb, who was reloading his weapons but still looking East.
The man was somehow older, more weary, more tired. The years of pain and death taking their toll.
He was thinking of going it alone. Ibis knew this, instinctively just as he knew that Caleb would deny the prophecy, just like he knew that Caleb would survive this ordeal. It was destiny. Ibis, old and tired, nearing the end of his time, was also a servant of destiny. Whether he left alone or with the others, it was Ibis that would carry Caleb across the river of death.
Oh Caleb, you think you carry the world on your shoulders. Whether because he feared the others would turn them down, or he was afraid to disappoint them, Caleb preferred to be on his own. It had always been true. Even among his Blade brothers, Caleb walked alone. But Ibis also felt that the old gunslinger had his phantoms, his reasons for being afraid of the company of others.
There was so much he would tell the old Blade if he could, but it would be little use. Some men needed to learn their own way. Some men were thick headed. And just as the Blade was thinking that he would journey alone, Ibis knew the others would follow wherever the Blade left.
There was a new dawn rising on the wastes, but whether that down promised rebirth or renewed torment, Ibis could not tell. Destiny, Fate were often blurry, even for one who could see. It was upon this one man that the future would be made.
“Where the hell are my men” The voice shook Ibis from his thoughts. Krieg, standing so tall he almost looked Ibis in the eye, spoke, his voice demanding. “The Bordermen who went to the Fort, where are they?”
But Ibis didn’t have the energy or the will to speak.
“One of them made it, the other two didn’t” Spoke Caleb, matter-of-factly.
“Only one.” Krieg repeated, his voice lower.
“They died bravely.” Said Rogue, looking up at Krieg, “Wheeler and Kirk died getting us to safety, and Ferris helped keep us alive. Your men died well, and did the Borderpatrol proud.”
Krieg looked back where a police medic was working on Ferris’ legs, applying an disinfectant and then badges. Krieg’s fist tightened and for a moment the battle was forgotten. But only for a moment.
“One man. Crooked Christ. Alright damn it, get this cart loaded and moving.” Krieg’s voice becoming loud, the voice of authority again. “Lets go, those of you wounded who can walk head back. Townies help ‘em back. No one left behind damn it. HAIs and bordermen keep the fire up.”
Ibis watched as Nana ran by, the first of her crew, a box of much needed ammo on her back. She moved to the forward line and crouched down, handing out much needed ammo.
Yacob, saw his wife, and smiled. Figures Nana would come out to get me.
“Nana!” He called.
Nana turned and saw her husband. A smile lit upon her face, a smile which, to Grim, turned back time to when the female badge had first met her husband, so many years ago.
She got up and went to her husband, holding him fiercely and kissing him. They held each other a long moment.
Then Nana eased her grip and stepped back. And slapped Yacob, loudly, across the face. “That’s for making me worry!”
Those who could hear the slap, audible from a distance, laughed.
Then she hugged her husband again, kissing him fiercely, as was her nature.
OOC- Ok I will finish this later. Anyone else, feel free to add. Sorry, got to run!