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Cool-1| Hard+2| Hot+1| Sharp+1| Weird=0 Harm: 0:00| 1-armor | XP: 2/5 | 3 barter machete (3-harm hand messy)| shotgun (3-harm close messy) Pinto goes down with a strangled croak. I hear the thud of his body against the metal. I don't have much time to worry about that because I need to hold onto for dear life as the stomper swivels about and tries to cook me. But the flamethrower is designed to shoot away from the mech, reasonably enough, and it can't quite bend enough to hit me. Good. Leaning against the metal frame I shimmy around the machine, trying to find an entrance, a cockpit of some kind. My hands come into contact with some pull-bars. Must be where the pilot went in. No visible hinges. gently caress. How the hell do you open this thing? Well, there's gotta be a way to open it from the outside, or no one would have gotten into this deathtrap. I bang against the metal. "Hey, you, in there! Listen up, fuckhead! My people are preparing our battle jeeps as we speak, and they're gonna crash 'em against this heap of junk of yours. If you manage to walk off from the crash, I have twelve people posted over that hill ready to fill your rear end with lead. You want a chance to walk away from this, you stop this thing and come out with your hands up!" quote:Rolled a 7 on my manipulate roll. Whoever's in there will want some concrete assurance, corroboration, or evidence rst paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 00:23 on May 30, 2018 |
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Cool-1| Hard+2| Hot+1| Sharp+1| Weird=0 Harm: 0:00| 1-armor | XP: 2/5 | 3 barter machete (3-harm hand messy)| shotgun (3-harm close messy) Well, I bought some time. It'll have to do. I let go of the walker and land heavily onto the soggy ground. Before long I am sprinting towards Waterway, while the machine huddles away. I jump the fence and grab the first person I see by the shoulder. "Hey! Get Ray and tell him Vaya needs Crosses ready by the south gate. Now!" He stands around, stunned, before I shake him again. "What's your damage? I said now! Move it!" He finally recovers and runs towards the corner of the market our local mechhead sets up shop. I cock my shotgun and run to the south gate, rallying as many armed boys I can on the way. ---------------- Soon afterwards, we're on the south gate. Ray's at the wheel of Crosses, and I'm standing next to him, head poking in the in the car window, telling him my plan.   (No idea why he added all those crosses that give the car its name. It has something to do with that Dox thing he talks about once in a while.) "Don't charge as soon as you see him. Let the motor roar a bit, make it clear that we mean business. I'll signal you when it's time to put the pedal on the metal. Be ready." I can hear the stomping, approaching footsteps. It's coming.
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Cool-1| Hard+2| Hot+1| Sharp+1| Weird=0 Harm: 0:00| 1-armor | XP: 3/5 | 3 barter machete (3-harm hand messy)| shotgun (3-harm close messy)| 1-armor When you lead a group of people in a tense situation, it's important to keep your head clear. Adrenaline is good in a scrap but it can lead to rash decisions. Same goes for fear. I'm feeling the effects of both of them as I see the stomper approaching us. I can't help but tense up a bit when the flamethrower shoots. The heat is unnerving, even at this safe distance. I laugh at his posturing. "Wow, Crompton basically sent you here to die, didn't he? Do you really think that thing you're into is going to survive a crash with Crosses here?" I pat the car, and Ray, who can read a cue, revvs the engine some more. "This is your last chance, future corpse. If you don't jump out of that thing and surrender, we're going to fish you out of the wreck of it, and if you're not dead, we're going to make you wish you were. Isn't that right, boiz?" I wish I felt as confident as I'm posturing. I'm sure Crosses can do some serious damage, but I'm not sure it's going to be enough to crush this thing as completely as I'm saying it will. And if it doesn't, we have pretty much no way to crack open that thing. But a dubious leader is bad for morale, and we have the upper hand. No harm in a little bluffing. paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 10:38 on Jun 7, 2018 |
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Cool-1| Hard+2| Hot+1| Sharp+1| Weird=0 Harm: 0:00| 1-armor | XP: 3/5 | 3 barter machete (3-harm hand messy)| shotgun (3-harm close messy)| 1-armor I furrow my brow. I didn't see anyone come out. Where did the pilot go? Could it be remote controlled? I allow myself a moment to consider the situation, then it's time to rally the troops. "Alright bois, good on you for keeping it frosty. Now, who's guarding the soutnern perimeter today?" An handful of people step up, amongst them Nitro and Broadside. "I want you keen now, you hear? Don't want Crompton's next move to trip us up. You see anything like that stomper there, you call me, you call reinforcements, right away. We didn't have to shoot this one down but we might have to in the future." I then look through the windshield at Ray, who has killed the engine to save gas. Smart. "Get Crosses back inside and then figure out how to operate that thing. We could use something with that much punch." Once everyone's moving out to do what I tell them to, which is the only way you get anything done, really, I put the shotgun back in its holster and make my way to market. I'm deep in thought. As janky as it looked, there is no mistaking that that there's a war machine; one we can't defend ourselves easily from. What if Crompton could build more? He's a complete moron,but it doesn't take a lot of brains to point a gun at someone with the know-how and tell them to start building. Or to buy them from a third party? Only one way to find out. I let my eyes unfocus, let my vision grow hazy. Gotta empty my mind enough that the Mother can enter, but leave enough of me that I can direct her power towards what I want to know. Come on, you old bitch. Where did Crompton get that stomper? quote:@Vaya (PXG): 2d6 Asking the storm about Crompton and his stompers = (1+4) = 5. Whelp paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 01:54 on Jul 17, 2018 |
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Cool-1| Hard+2| Hot+1| Sharp+1| Weird=0 Harm: 0:00| 1-armor | XP: 3/5 | 3 barter machete (3-harm hand messy)| shotgun (3-harm close messy)| 1-armor The Mother's mindfuckery comes in all shapes and sizes, but man, was I not expecting of having to hold a conversation with my estranged lover and a dude I just killed. I take a sip of the canteen and shake my head at Pinto. "No, no. I'll deal with him myself. I don't need it, I just want to rent it." The Stonechildren... those are those fucks who want to destry all tech, right? Nothing but banging two rocks together for these jokers. But wait... something isn't right. I mean, there's always something that's not right, what else is loving new, but this is more of a "this does not make sense" sort of right. "Wait. Why would the Stonechildren know how to build death stompers? Isn't it kind of contrary to what they're all about?" I pause for a moment at her question. "The boiz... need to keep their guard up. We're not at war just yet, but it might be coming sooner than I'd like. But don't spread any panic. That's only going to make things worse." I'm tempted to pull this Damson in my arms, to feel her weight against it, to... no. I don't want to even think about it. This isn't the real Damson. This is some strand of psychic bullshit spinned out of my memories. But... I do allow myself to place an hand on her shoulder. That's enough, right? "Damson... how bad is it going to get?"
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Cool-1| Hard+2| Hot+1| Sharp+1| Weird=0 Harm: 0:00| 1-armor | XP: 3/5 | 3 barter machete (3-harm hand messy)| shotgun (3-harm close messy)| 1-armor The heat of that hallucination's hand dissipates slowly. (It's important to remind yourself that it's all in your head. People forgetting which side of Mother's door they are on is how you get brainers.) I blink as I slowly return to the real world. I grasp at Nitro's hand and stand up, nodding in thanks. "I'm fine, everybody." The look I give them is significant. Things aren't so bad that showing a bit of weakness in public is going to send the jackals nipping at my heels, but you never know. Someone might start getting ideas. I take a look at that radio he's slinging. "Where'd you get that, Nitro?" paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 15:33 on Jul 5, 2018 |
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Cool-1| Hard+2| Hot+1| Sharp+1| Weird=0 Harm: 0:00| 1-armor | XP: 3/5 | 3 barter machete (3-harm hand messy)| shotgun (3-harm close messy)| 1-armor gently caress. More time has passed than I had expected. Gotta play it cool. "Ah, you got it already? Good. I'm going to just borrow it for a sec, I'll give it back to him later, okay? You go have yourself a drink." I give him an appreciative nod as I pick up the radio. Then I turn to address the people surrounding me. "Alright, bois! Good job keeping it frosty back there. Feel free to go back to whatever you were doing now." They nod, and break ranks to go back to their duties. See, this is why I don't take every drooling, bloodthirsty maniac in my gang. Much easier to keep under control. And a well-directed soldier with trigger control is worth three of those. -------------------------- Back in my tent, I fiddle with the radio for a while. I tune it to the station that used to be Swamp Ash Radio. This thing probably doesn't have the same radius as that radio tower, but with some luck enough people will hear it that word of mouth will spread my word throughout the wastes. "Attention, people. This is Vaya, leader of Waterway, speaking. I have a message for Crompton and anyone dumb enough to work for him. Give it up. You are not going to get your grubby little hands on Waterway. Anyone who shows up in my territory spouting some bullshit about Greater Cromptonia" I add a little chuckle here, just in case he starts thinking he's a threat in some way. "is going to end up face down in the swamp. Anyone who defects from that fucker and proves that they have the wits to make it to Waterway, you're gonna be under my protection. We can always use more people who know what they're doing." "I also have a message for the Stonechildren. Yeah, I know it was you who got Crompton that walker, you little fuckheads. I'm keeping that one, by the way, just to teach you a lesson about messing with me. And if you don't stop supplying them to him, I'm going to purge your little creed from the wastelands. Same offer applies to you, even though you clearly don't deserve it. Side with me, and you're gonna be fine. Side with Crompton, and you might as well go jump in the sea and get eaten by seawolves, 'cause they're gonna be more merciful than me." I close the mic and pick up the radio. With a smile on my lips, I go search for Old Scratch, to give him his radio back. quote:I got a 6 on my Manipulate someone roll to get the Stonechildren off Crompton's payroll. Oof. paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 16:18 on Jul 9, 2018 |
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Cool=0| Hard+2| Hot+1| Sharp+1| Weird=0 Harm: 3:00| 1-armor | XP: 2/5 | 3 barter machete (3-harm hand messy)| shotgun (3-harm close messy)| 1-armor Breathe. Breathe. It's done, the danger is passed. The adrenalise is still tingling in my arms as I nod at the god damned thing. Some part of me was hoping to get the fulltrack too, maybe repurpose the cannon for a defensive tower or something, but whatever. A win's a win and it's not worth getting run over. "Deal. Crawl back to whatever hole you scurried off from and I don't blow you to pieces. Tell your fellow stonesuckers that if I find any of them in Waterdeep, they're gator food. Now beat it." I turn towards Scarlet, then towards what she's pointing at. It's a puddle, but... Oh god. Do they have something else? A stomper? Another fulltrack? But where? We've pretty much cleared them out. ... It couldn't be... no. Not now, not after I've done so much to protect it. My eye is twitching. I signal the closest boi. "You. Get this stuff back in Waterway. Tell them to stay ready to bolt. We might have a situation." Okay. Deep breaths now. Deep breaths. Close your eyes. Listen. Destroyers are hard to miss, on both sides of Mother's door. quote:I opened my mind and got a 5. Whoops.
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