World War 3 RP
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Shannow shook his head, "I did meet one Eagle, who befouled the air and refused the Orbs' forgiveness, but he fled before I could punish him. It is a pity"
More gunfire sounded form the distance, and Shannow looked towards it, "Brother, do you know anything of yonder battle?"
More gunfire sounded form the distance, and Shannow looked towards it, "Brother, do you know anything of yonder battle?"
Here is a chance to have Multi at my mercy!
Before Sid had responded, another vehicle came into sight, also crewed by Green Eyed King's disciples. The vehicle was unfamiliar, and looked altogether too decadent to be approved by the Jade Orbs. This meant one of two things: they were traitors, and would die, or were victorious raiders, and would be celebrated.
As they drew nearer, their salutes and cries of "Hail, Jerusalem Man!" proved the second case true. Shannow acknowledged them, and as they stopped, and their leader climbed out, he said "Greetings, Brother-Sargent. How come you by such a vehicle?"
The Brother-Sargent replied, "We came across a trio of Blue Eye's subdued by a single Eagle. Naturally, we brought him down, and confiscated his buggy."
"What became of the four heathens?" asked the Jerusalem Man, then glanced round at a muffled cry of [sup]"OW OW OWWWWWWWWWW!"[/sup], "They are in the boot?" The Sargent nodded, and Shannow smiled grimly. "Our Lord does so approve of giving them a chance of the Light."
Flinging open the boot, he glared down at the prisoners with his special 'Fear ye the wrath of the Orbs' scowl. "What have we here?" he demanded, "Who do you call yourselves?"
Shannow leaned down, and in a feat of religious zeal, hoisted the |Eagle out of the boot with one hand, and held his feet a foot above the ground "Do not speak that way in my presence" he bellowed "If you continue to befoul the air, I'll cut out your tongue!"
Dropping Saladin to the ground, he demanded again "What is your name, heathen?"
Dropping Saladin to the ground, he demanded again "What is your name, heathen?"
Shannow shook his head, "I warned you, heathen, but instead, I feel that you deserve the Lord's mercy." he bent down, and slashed the rope that tied Saladin's legs, "Can you run?"
Meanwhile, his other hand drew Purity...
Meanwhile, his other hand drew Purity...
While Brother-Shannow antagonized the heathen, Sid drew the Sod-off, prepared to put both barrels into the disrespectful scum bag. But, instead he freed him, cutting the ropes that bound him, and letting run off.
"Brother, why let the heathen go?"
"Brother, why let the heathen go?"
Stood up from his spot on the ground nd icked up his rifle ejecting the clip
"Can I ask you soemthing,Rose?" he slid his rifle over his shoulder and put the clip into his bag
"Did the blue eyes attack any of the red eagles outposts?"he mad sure to make any threating movements as he talked to rose keeping one eye on the Dog like thing
"No it is not a trick question."
"Can I ask you soemthing,Rose?" he slid his rifle over his shoulder and put the clip into his bag
"Did the blue eyes attack any of the red eagles outposts?"he mad sure to make any threating movements as he talked to rose keeping one eye on the Dog like thing
"No it is not a trick question."
Shannow turned to Sid and favoured him with a genuine smile, ""And the Green Eyed King shared not His council,"" quoth he as he primed Purity, ""For all things have their own time in which to be revealed." Have patience, Brother, and all will become clear"
Rose's eyes narrowed slightly, her body stiff and still, not seeming to move in the slightest. After a moment, she replied, "No. Not that I know of." Raising her M4 slightly, she added, "If your leaders are telling you that we're the monsters, then you'd better start getting advice from somewhere else."
"strange we got reports from ihgh command that several Red Eagle outposts where attacked by Blue Eyes ,I'll look into it I am not planing on returning to high command right now I have some thing to Check" he he noded to rose " and I don't think you are monsters i think the whole war is point less." he headed towards the garuage door
Farley cursed and sputtered as a jet of black, stinking steam shot into his face. He quickly shoved the cap back on and screwed it tight, wiping his face off with a a now filthy rag. He had narrowed the leak down to a six-yard section if piping, but it would have to wait till he got back to base. Dusk was already setting in, and the others might need him.
The Apoc half-steam engine did a wonderful job of using both gasoline and steam power efficiently, but the downside was that the steam part of it had to be "purged" of the wasteland water's many impurities and toxins much more often than usual. Typically he would simply pull a lever and a giant cloud of noxious black steam would spout out of a tube near the back of his truck, but for some reason it wasn't working, and the system signaled a leak. Without the purge, all the steam parts of the engine would quickly get blocked up with residue and impurities, and the gasoline would probably get ruined. Luckily the emergency blocking system had been undamaged, so he'd been able to quarantine those parts. He'd have to settle for half his main engine and both backups till he got back.
Muttering to himself and cursing his bad luck, he ambled around to the driver's side of the truck, which was a few feet higher than normal due to being propped up on carjacks, and opened the door, jumping up into the seat. The impromptu radio receiver he had rigged still didn't appear to be picking anything up. He sighed, then turned and rummaged around in the backspace, searching for a certain tool. Everything had gotten thrown around a lot during the RPGs, so it was a mess, but he eventually found what he was looking for.
Farley emerged from the cab with what looked like a modified four-sided tire iron. It an extension on one end and a large lump of metal soldered to the other. He crouched next to one of the tires, shoved the business onto the peg, and then grabbed the extended end and threw it forward. He stepped back with a smile as the tool spun, gradually pulling the tire off the axle. It stopped just before the hulking circle of rubber fell off, and Farley reached up and removed it, then shoved the ruined tire off. Then he jumped back up into the cab and pushed a series of buttons. There was a loud grinding noise, like gears moving, and a new tires lowered itself from the bottom of the truck and slid onto the axle, then moved out to the edge and locked itself into place. Farley grinned in satisfaction.
The automatic spare tire system was something he had been working on installing on his truck for several years, and had just recently implemented. It was originally designed to simply push the damaged tires off the axle and replace them, all automatically, but the first part had hit a snag, so at the moment he was having to take them off by hand. He was nearing a solution though, he hoped.
After repeating the same process on the other two damaged tires, Farley lowered the carjacks and threw them in the back. Starting up the engine, he was pleased when after a few sputters, spurts, and a puff of black smoke, only one warning light came on, the one for the minigun. He quickly shut that one off, then pulled away, rumbling along the gully till it evened out and he could get up the side. Presently he found the main road back to base, and took off along it at full speed, as darkness fell.
The Apoc half-steam engine did a wonderful job of using both gasoline and steam power efficiently, but the downside was that the steam part of it had to be "purged" of the wasteland water's many impurities and toxins much more often than usual. Typically he would simply pull a lever and a giant cloud of noxious black steam would spout out of a tube near the back of his truck, but for some reason it wasn't working, and the system signaled a leak. Without the purge, all the steam parts of the engine would quickly get blocked up with residue and impurities, and the gasoline would probably get ruined. Luckily the emergency blocking system had been undamaged, so he'd been able to quarantine those parts. He'd have to settle for half his main engine and both backups till he got back.
Muttering to himself and cursing his bad luck, he ambled around to the driver's side of the truck, which was a few feet higher than normal due to being propped up on carjacks, and opened the door, jumping up into the seat. The impromptu radio receiver he had rigged still didn't appear to be picking anything up. He sighed, then turned and rummaged around in the backspace, searching for a certain tool. Everything had gotten thrown around a lot during the RPGs, so it was a mess, but he eventually found what he was looking for.
Farley emerged from the cab with what looked like a modified four-sided tire iron. It an extension on one end and a large lump of metal soldered to the other. He crouched next to one of the tires, shoved the business onto the peg, and then grabbed the extended end and threw it forward. He stepped back with a smile as the tool spun, gradually pulling the tire off the axle. It stopped just before the hulking circle of rubber fell off, and Farley reached up and removed it, then shoved the ruined tire off. Then he jumped back up into the cab and pushed a series of buttons. There was a loud grinding noise, like gears moving, and a new tires lowered itself from the bottom of the truck and slid onto the axle, then moved out to the edge and locked itself into place. Farley grinned in satisfaction.
The automatic spare tire system was something he had been working on installing on his truck for several years, and had just recently implemented. It was originally designed to simply push the damaged tires off the axle and replace them, all automatically, but the first part had hit a snag, so at the moment he was having to take them off by hand. He was nearing a solution though, he hoped.
After repeating the same process on the other two damaged tires, Farley lowered the carjacks and threw them in the back. Starting up the engine, he was pleased when after a few sputters, spurts, and a puff of black smoke, only one warning light came on, the one for the minigun. He quickly shut that one off, then pulled away, rumbling along the gully till it evened out and he could get up the side. Presently he found the main road back to base, and took off along it at full speed, as darkness fell.
Red's buggy sputtered as he pulled int oa stop a the base. His mini-gun was out of ammunition, but Red was faily happy about that, after taking out the cycles, he managed to take down another two buggies and a truck that had about a dozen Eagle soldiers inside it. Red felt a certain pride in his hunt and was happy to have weakened the Eagles even if they would eventually replenish their strength from the various homless drifters in the city.
He sighed, while he understood why his people bred amoungs themselves (even if he didn't like it) it was their major obvious weakness, in an effort to matain their purity, the Blue's were gettign weaker adn weaker with every passing generation, more abnomalities would emerge, a few more of the "hopeless" cases would apper and a few more people would be born genetically sterile and unable to reproduce. Even with this slow decline, the Eagle attacks were further weaking his people and his patience was begining to run out for this sort of thing.
He noticed that Farley had survived the attack and was was back at the base, he went over to him and talked
"Hey Farley, I got the bastards that hit your rig" he said
He sighed, while he understood why his people bred amoungs themselves (even if he didn't like it) it was their major obvious weakness, in an effort to matain their purity, the Blue's were gettign weaker adn weaker with every passing generation, more abnomalities would emerge, a few more of the "hopeless" cases would apper and a few more people would be born genetically sterile and unable to reproduce. Even with this slow decline, the Eagle attacks were further weaking his people and his patience was begining to run out for this sort of thing.
He noticed that Farley had survived the attack and was was back at the base, he went over to him and talked
"Hey Farley, I got the bastards that hit your rig" he said
was walking amoung the werakage of one of the many red eagle outpost attacked by who ever did this. at first glance it did look like blue eyes did the carnage but to some one that was looking for something more, he saw the People where not malformed enough to be considered Blue eyes, and the weapons where of lower quality. But at the same time they didn't Wear the green of the emralds and from what Jason heard of the Emralds they never did that.
" who did this?"
he picked trough the carnage looking for any thing that would give away the purpitrator's identy something was moving in the ground and as jason got closer it was a rabid dog his rifle which was Drawn was soon the only thing keeping the dog and Jason's face apart as jason was on the ground the dog trying to eat his face off Jason was able to shift his weight and kneed the dog up over his gead and grabed his knife rolled on the ground and quickly staked the dogs skull in .
looking closer jason saw foam at the mouth " another rabid one eating the courpses"
" who did this?"
he picked trough the carnage looking for any thing that would give away the purpitrator's identy something was moving in the ground and as jason got closer it was a rabid dog his rifle which was Drawn was soon the only thing keeping the dog and Jason's face apart as jason was on the ground the dog trying to eat his face off Jason was able to shift his weight and kneed the dog up over his gead and grabed his knife rolled on the ground and quickly staked the dogs skull in .
looking closer jason saw foam at the mouth " another rabid one eating the courpses"
Never do that again. Never.
In Surge, we have warned you, but I make it clear now: Never control any of my characters without my permission, or I will break you.
In Surge, we have warned you, but I make it clear now: Never control any of my characters without my permission, or I will break you.
Sorry to be picky, but to set the oil on fire, the steam would have had to been hot enough to light it instantly, before Jon flinches away in pain. That kind of heat would have two three troubles, a) I doubt it would be available to this level of technology, and b) the pressure it would create would have ripped your vehicle to shreds EDIT: c) If that heat could set it on fire, then it would have lit it while they were within the buggy, no? In fact, the driver would be cooked...
Overall, I'm going to assume that Shannow got blasted in the face with steam, but not set alight.
Overall, I'm going to assume that Shannow got blasted in the face with steam, but not set alight.
As the steam blasted into his face, Shannow flinched away in pain, but did not cry out. Instead, when his vision cleared, and he found himself cheated of the Eagle foe. He emitted a low growl and, shrugging off the concerned troops, set off down the road, following the tracks left in the ground.
Shannow moved swiftly and silently, stalking his prey. Here, a foot print, there, a newly opened door. Inside, he comes to a junction. Breathing in deeply through his nose, he scents out his foe. To the right, stale air, undisturbed of late, while to the left, the hot, sweaty smell of unwashed Eagle, coloured with adrenalin and tinged with a trace of fear. Turning left, Shannow stalks on.
Further on, Shannow hears shouting,and violence. Drawing Poison and Purity, he creeps forward, and rounding a corner, sees three people attacking a fourth. They beat him, then urge him towards the car, which Shannow suddenly recognises.
Remembering the treachery of the buggy, and now knowing those near it to be heretics and traitors all, he opens fire on the buggy and the combatants. In the space of a minute, he has launched twenty four .65 calibre bullets, and is fast reloading for a second volley
Further on, Shannow hears shouting,and violence. Drawing Poison and Purity, he creeps forward, and rounding a corner, sees three people attacking a fourth. They beat him, then urge him towards the car, which Shannow suddenly recognises.
Remembering the treachery of the buggy, and now knowing those near it to be heretics and traitors all, he opens fire on the buggy and the combatants. In the space of a minute, he has launched twenty four .65 calibre bullets, and is fast reloading for a second volley
Shannow stayed still, finished reloading, and opened fire again, sending six shots into Saladin's windscreen
(Bear in mind these are .65 calibre is the kind of ammo used by semi-mobile assault weaponry. I don't care if your windscreen is armoured, they will go straight through it)
(Bear in mind these are .65 calibre is the kind of ammo used by semi-mobile assault weaponry. I don't care if your windscreen is armoured, they will go straight through it)
"Mrgghh. Shoulda put some faith into that one."
Sid looked down at his Sod-off. Still loaded. Still ready. But, if Purity and Poison couldn't get this guy, nothing could have. He then turned to Shannow.
"So, need a ride, sir?"
Sid looked down at his Sod-off. Still loaded. Still ready. But, if Purity and Poison couldn't get this guy, nothing could have. He then turned to Shannow.
"So, need a ride, sir?"