| Caravan.; Raiders, Muntants, whats not to worry? | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 2 2008, 07:47 PM (832 Views) | |
| Just Another Raider | Oct 2 2008, 07:47 PM Post #1 |
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Taking anthoer puff from his cigartree, Wesco quickly looked over his Rifle. It was a rather simple one. Bolt Action, 5 Round clips. It was in his family for at least 3 Genotrations, before he got to use it. Where he was born, Caravaning was Serouis busniess. Every Month of So, the Caravans would post flyers on Bars, Pillars, Doors, things like that. Who ever came, would be lined up and inspected. Those that were too Short, Fat or did'nt have a weapon wereNot allowed to join as a Guard. Now, it was is turn. The Guard Sargent qickly looked Wesco up and down. "You don't seem to have much...Bulk on ya. Name?" "Wesco." "Got any weapons?" "I got this old Springfield..." "Ammo?" "50 Rounds." "That it?" "Ya." "'eh, whatever, ain't my life. Go on thorugh." Sighing a Breath of realif, Wesco quikly walked over tothe large Tent for the Guards. Walking in, he saw the other guards. "umm...hi." |
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| Bungle | Oct 2 2008, 10:05 PM Post #2 |
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He heard a grunt from a dark corner. Peering into the gloom he saw a mass of hair, with one finger exploring its nose, and a bright pinprick of light reflected from one eye. He presumed it was human and male (not that many women could grow such thick beards) but it was difficult to tell under the layers of clothing, and past meals. The creature could be fat.... or big.. or both, but it had certainly not seen any soap for a few years. At least you could tell when he was upwind in the dark. Sitting across the massive chest were two bandoleers, one of shotgun shells and one of .45ACP.A pump action shotgun lay across its legs as the feet were propped up on a barrel table, and a pistol with grip wrapped in hide in a shoulder holster. The rucksack next to him had a sawn off wooden bolt action rifle grip sticking out of the top and what looked like the shape of a long thick cylindrical barrel inside the pack. A most unusual looking rifle. The creature did not appear to be very talkative, and his eyes continued to scan the dusty gloom. |
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| v_lazy_dragon | Oct 2 2008, 10:08 PM Post #3 |
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"Hey FNG... welcome to the last job you're likely to ever have!" The speaker is a 6' 2" guy, muscled like hell and smoking a cigar. It wafts smoke over his scarred face and close cropped hair as he stands up from the crate he was sitting on. You put his age at early 30's, and from his battered combat boots, faded cammo trousers and battered flak vest (with rebel battle flag stitched on the back) over a bare chest - you put him down as an experianced merc. A chopped down pump action shotgun is over his shoulder, and a holster and fighting knife hang off his webbing belt, along with a waterbottle and a couple of pouches. The Merc steps forward and thrusts out his hand "I'm Johnson, 'cept most people 'round here call me 'Reb'. Whats your name kid & whats your story?" Reb looks around at the other guards in the room "Come on now fellas, don't be shy. Step on up and say hi - he ain't goin' to bite ya'll and you never know... ya'll might gain somethin from it" Edited by v_lazy_dragon, Oct 2 2008, 10:11 PM.
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-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command | |
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| Just Another Raider | Oct 2 2008, 10:17 PM Post #4 |
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"I'm Wesco. I sorta ust joined up with the guards to get the fuck out of this town. And whats FNG?" Wesco strapped the rifle to hisback, and took a quick look at himself. nothing but Colthes, And a old Leather jacket. If he ever got into trouble, he would be the first to go. |
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| Bungle | Oct 2 2008, 10:20 PM Post #5 |
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There was a snort from the shadows... "feckin' new guy" followed by a laugh |
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| Just Another Raider | Oct 2 2008, 10:21 PM Post #6 |
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"ooohhhh" Whispering to Johnson, Wesco pointed over to the quiet guy. "Whos he?" |
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| Bungle | Oct 2 2008, 10:23 PM Post #7 |
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Johnson whispered back.... "just call him stinky, everyone else does" |
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| v_lazy_dragon | Oct 2 2008, 10:25 PM Post #8 |
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"FNG? It stands for Fuckin New Guy. Its slang from Nam, that was a a war years ago if'n you don't know. It don't mean nothin' personal, just that back then folks didn't bother talkin to new recruits 'cause they usually didn't last long. Its a bit like that here. They don't mean nothin' by it - just that if they don't know you, they don't care when you get blown away." Galncing outside the tent door, Reb grins "I can't blame you want'in to get out of this place! I used to be the law in a burgh down south east of here, but some raiders made a pretty good job of wiping that place off the map whilst I was out looking for a lost kid, so there wasn't much left for me to protect and I took to a'wanderin'. " |
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-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command | |
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| v_lazy_dragon | Oct 2 2008, 10:26 PM Post #9 |
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"As for Stinky? He's ok - don't talk much, and if you smelt his breath you wouldn't want him to! Good shot ina fight though!" |
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-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command | |
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| Just Another Raider | Oct 2 2008, 10:27 PM Post #10 |
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"Makes sense." Wesco quickly took anthoer look around the room. A couple of Bunks, 2 Tables, 3 or 4 chairs and ome old crates. Over in a corner there is few boxes marked "ammo", and Anthoer one marked "Explosives". "So....does anyone know when we leave?" |
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| v_lazy_dragon | Oct 2 2008, 10:29 PM Post #11 |
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"I don't off hand- Me & the new sarge don't get on so well. Figures as he stloe mah job, but thats another story. I'm guessing it'll be tomorrow, just to see if'n anyone else decides to drop by inbetween times."
Edited by v_lazy_dragon, Oct 2 2008, 10:30 PM.
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-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command | |
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| v_lazy_dragon | Oct 2 2008, 10:30 PM Post #12 |
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"Do you know; stinky?" |
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-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command | |
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| Bungle | Oct 2 2008, 10:32 PM Post #13 |
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Stinky just grunted in a non committal way and went back to exploring his nostrils. |
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| v_lazy_dragon | Oct 2 2008, 10:35 PM Post #14 |
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"As i said - he don't talk that much" |
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-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command | |
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| Bungle | Oct 2 2008, 10:52 PM Post #15 |
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After finding a particularly tasty morsel in his left nostril, Stinky licked his lips in satisfaction, reached inside his clothes and pulled out a very greasy dog eared pack of cards. He reached in again scrabbled around a bit and brought out something small between his thumb and forefinger. Grinning in satisfaction showing a mouthful of blackened teeth he popped the louse between his nails, wiped his hand on his shirt and started to deal "patience" out. |
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| Just Another Raider | Oct 2 2008, 11:04 PM Post #16 |
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"Cards, 'eh? which kind?" Pulling up a chair to where stinky is, he checked his pockets. The Ammo,some peieces of paper and something called a "Mina-true". "You gamble?" |
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| Bungle | Oct 2 2008, 11:31 PM Post #17 |
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Johnson caught Wescos eye and shook his head mouthing "No" silently pointing with his finger. Stinky grinned |
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| Just Another Raider | Oct 2 2008, 11:33 PM Post #18 |
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"Ohhh. Ok. Deal me in." |
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| Bungle | Oct 2 2008, 11:38 PM Post #19 |
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Stinky dealt two cards to each of them. and grunted "Texas Holdem" |
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| Just Another Raider | Oct 2 2008, 11:42 PM Post #20 |
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"Damn, i don't know that one. Blackjack?" |
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