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by Kazarogkai » Fri Feb 13, 2015 11:06 pm
by Ontorisa » Sat Feb 14, 2015 10:27 am
SaintB wrote:Rocky
Monet didn't need to tell him twice to stick to the road, pavement was too dense for those things to dig through and sticking to the road at least kept him from getting attacked underneath. Radscorpions were a common phenomena in these kind of dry places and strangely Rocky felt vindicated knowing his gut feeling was right on once again, "Close up with your backs too the wagon! Face forward and stick to the pavement, get lead flying in every direction!"
Rocky shouted as loud as he could over the din and some people responded but others continued to panic and flee or shoot wildly. He pulled the trigger a few times and put a couple of rounds into one of the scorpions that fixated on him - one of the shots was deflected by the thick carapace of the creature but the other two struck at a better angle and penetrated causing the massive mutated arachnid to fall back for at least now from the pain. He wheeled on another and fired at it's 'face' where the natural armor was thinnest and scored a killing blow but around that time one of the MUT guards was grabbed by one almost the size of a car and drug toward the maw, it stung him a couple of times for good measure then retreated from the fight to go feed with a couple of smaller ones the size of dogs hoping to steal from it. The bigger one seemed to take offense to this and dropped its prize to attack, its massive stinger easily pierced the hide of one of the others while its compatriot skittered away; King Kong seemed happy with the result and grabbed its prize to walk away and the opportunistic dog sized scorpion decided it was best to just suck the guts from its dead comrade. Such was the nature of scorpions and with each one that would go down or be wounded and weakened there was at least one other looking to capitalize on the bad fortune of their hivemates so at least as many as were killed would be lost in a feeding frenzy and scorpions took hours to devour the insides of their meals.
A brahmin sized scorpion rushed the wagon and Bryan the caravan master panicked and reached for a stick of dynamite...
by Elerian » Sat Feb 14, 2015 11:49 am
by Kazarogkai » Sun Feb 15, 2015 12:39 am
by SaintB » Sun Feb 15, 2015 7:36 am
Ontorisa wrote:Black Iron Passage, Northern Louisiana
Monet turned around to see Zach scramble backwards, firing his 10mm pistol behind him as he staggered onto the pavement. Meanwhile, Brian, handing his shotgun to Rachel to fire, began tossing dynamite into the caves, in hopes of sealing them off. Automatic fire broke out as a few guards began closing the distance with the scorpions, using their sub-machine guns to engage them.
"Fuck! Rocky! We gotta move man!" Monet shouted as he shot a scorpion that was dragging one of the travellers into the cave.
The .308 Winchester round entered the scorpion's pincer as its spiked tail came down on the traveller. Two things happened at once, the traveller basically jolted and died right there as the spike entered then exited her chest, leaving a large stream of blood flowing upwards while the pincer came flying off. The scorpion screeched and left the dead traveller there as a smaller scorpion came by to take the body. Monet fired again and took off the scorpion's face [figuratively] as the round entered and sent the scorpion's body flying backwards a couple of feet into a crumpled pile.
"Holy shit!" Zach shouted as he swung his varmint rifle and fired at an advancing scorpion.
Another explosion and a call from one of the brahmin as Monet took the time to look at it, seeing one of the guards being eaten alive there while the brahmin was subjected to three small scorpions tearing at it. Brian had just thrown his last stick of dynamite before pulling out his sidearm and firing. Meanwhile, Rachel appeared to know how to fight, firing the shotgun dead centre into the scorpion that had been rushing the wagon. The scorpion appeared to hiss at the 12 gauge round hitting hit point blank before Rachel fired again and sent the scorpion retreating back into the caves.
"Brian!" Monet shouted to the caravan master as another brahmin was taken down. "We gotta move man! We're going to get murdered out here!"
Brian appeared to shout something back, but Monet couldn't understand him. However, Rachel apparently got the memo and reloaded her shotgun before jumping from the wagon and began running to Monet. She slid on the pavement and fired again, missing a scorpion that pounced on another traveller.
"We're moving, I think I know a way." Monet nodded back at the caravan. "Should have picked a different caravan Rocky."
Monet began to jog up the road, as the screams and gunfire of the caravan continued, Zach and Rachel following Monet out of pure fear.
by Ontorisa » Sun Feb 15, 2015 8:30 am
SaintB wrote:Ontorisa wrote:Black Iron Passage, Northern Louisiana
Monet turned around to see Zach scramble backwards, firing his 10mm pistol behind him as he staggered onto the pavement. Meanwhile, Brian, handing his shotgun to Rachel to fire, began tossing dynamite into the caves, in hopes of sealing them off. Automatic fire broke out as a few guards began closing the distance with the scorpions, using their sub-machine guns to engage them.
"Fuck! Rocky! We gotta move man!" Monet shouted as he shot a scorpion that was dragging one of the travellers into the cave.
The .308 Winchester round entered the scorpion's pincer as its spiked tail came down on the traveller. Two things happened at once, the traveller basically jolted and died right there as the spike entered then exited her chest, leaving a large stream of blood flowing upwards while the pincer came flying off. The scorpion screeched and left the dead traveller there as a smaller scorpion came by to take the body. Monet fired again and took off the scorpion's face [figuratively] as the round entered and sent the scorpion's body flying backwards a couple of feet into a crumpled pile.
"Holy shit!" Zach shouted as he swung his varmint rifle and fired at an advancing scorpion.
Another explosion and a call from one of the brahmin as Monet took the time to look at it, seeing one of the guards being eaten alive there while the brahmin was subjected to three small scorpions tearing at it. Brian had just thrown his last stick of dynamite before pulling out his sidearm and firing. Meanwhile, Rachel appeared to know how to fight, firing the shotgun dead centre into the scorpion that had been rushing the wagon. The scorpion appeared to hiss at the 12 gauge round hitting hit point blank before Rachel fired again and sent the scorpion retreating back into the caves.
"Brian!" Monet shouted to the caravan master as another brahmin was taken down. "We gotta move man! We're going to get murdered out here!"
Brian appeared to shout something back, but Monet couldn't understand him. However, Rachel apparently got the memo and reloaded her shotgun before jumping from the wagon and began running to Monet. She slid on the pavement and fired again, missing a scorpion that pounced on another traveller.
"We're moving, I think I know a way." Monet nodded back at the caravan. "Should have picked a different caravan Rocky."
Monet began to jog up the road, as the screams and gunfire of the caravan continued, Zach and Rachel following Monet out of pure fear.
Rocky, The Passage
After firing the carbine dry rocky let it drop and made a bee-line for the wagon, "Cover me!" he shouted to the people who had reached relative safety as he ran.
He spotted Brutus's machete and scooped it off the ground for whatever modicum of protection it could provide him and almost immediatly found a use for it - one of the MUT traders Samuel (who insisted that his name be pronounced Sam-you-well) was in trouble, the action on his shotgun jammed and he couldn't get it open to reload as a dog sized scorpion rushed at him intent on getting him as a meal. Samuel tried to use the stock of his weapon as a club to bludgeon the monster and keep it off of him but he had sawed the weapon off and it was too short to be effective against the scorpion in close quarters, it nailed him in the thigh with its tail and grasped his left arm with one of its pincers but Rocky was there in time to interfere and used the machete to cut the barb off of its tail and then hack into the 'wrist' of its pincer causing the limb to be useless and forcing the scorpion to retreat. He had to admit to himself that for being nothing more than a broken off lawnmower blade with wire and tape wrapped around for a handle it made a decent enough weapon in a pinch.
He grabbed Samuel and helped the man limp to the the wagon before he passed out from blood loss and handed him off to Zach and Rachel who pulled him into the back. Rocky followed suit, standing on the small metal lip that was on the back of the wagon grasping the canvas cover with one hand and knocking, "Get moving! Everyone we can get is already on board!"
The third brahmin that had been tied to the back of the wagon to rest had been badly mauled by scorpion attacks and wasn't going to make it and would only slow them down so he cut the rope that tied it to the wagon which gouged the wood and crakced the machete blade so he tossed it it away and pulled out his pistol to fire at anything nasty that came too close.
Now that he had time to breathe Rocky took a look at the carnage of the Scorpion attack and things were not at all good. Brian's dynamite had partially collapsed the tunnel the scorpions had come out of but only the biggest brahmin sized and larger ones would be blocked from it which meant they would be a menace to travellers in the passage for who knows how long. Virtually all of the other travellers and guards were either dead or missing (meaning probably dead) and Samuel was badly wounded. Good news for him was that if Zach and Rachel could get the bleeding to stop Samuel would probably be ok as long as he kept his wound clean. The scorpion toxin would kill the bacteria in his wound and since it was a through and through hit he didn't catch a lethal dose of toxin but he would definitly be in severe pain tonight as the toxin he did get threw his nervous system into overdrive.
Paradoxically the larger scorpion stings were less potent than the smaller ones, a dog sized scorpion would be deadly if you were allergic or had a weak constitution but the babies were the ones what would kill with their sting alone and the big guys, the titans, their venom was so weak that people used it as a seasoning for food! It made your mouth go completly numb for a few seconds before hurting like you had just swallowed a bushel of jalepenos, not that Rocky had tried it himself mind you since he didn't consider pain a flavor so it was all hearsay for him. Rocky snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Samuel reach consciousness for a moment and and cry out in pain as Zach held him down and Rachel made a hack job of stitching his leg. Yeah Samuel would live but he'd be hard to deal with while traveling.
by SaintB » Sun Feb 15, 2015 8:37 am
Ontorisa wrote:*Snip for length*
by Ontorisa » Sun Feb 15, 2015 9:18 am
SaintB wrote:Ontorisa wrote:*Snip for length*
"We get the hell outta here!" Rocky replied, his voice raised to a nervous pitch.
He took a moment to collect himself, "I say we move about 200 yards and then put up some kind of warning sign about the Scorpions then we scoot as far down the road as we can and find a safe place to set up before Sameul comes too and screams bloody murder. He got stung, its gonna be a long night."
by SaintB » Sun Feb 15, 2015 4:50 pm
Ontorisa wrote:SaintB wrote:
"We get the hell outta here!" Rocky replied, his voice raised to a nervous pitch.
He took a moment to collect himself, "I say we move about 200 yards and then put up some kind of warning sign about the Scorpions then we scoot as far down the road as we can and find a safe place to set up before Sameul comes too and screams bloody murder. He got stung, its gonna be a long night."Black Iron Passage, Northern Louisiana
Monet nodded before Brian silently agreed with Rocky. Motioning for Rocky to jump into the wagon, Zach and Monet both got in while Brian went to the front of the wagon.
"We can probably camp further up," Brian called out before realizing what was missing on the wagon. "Shit, what the hell did we use to drag the wagon again?"
by SaintB » Sun Feb 15, 2015 5:24 pm
by Ontorisa » Sun Feb 15, 2015 5:39 pm
SaintB wrote:Ontorisa wrote:Black Iron Passage, Northern Louisiana
Monet nodded before Brian silently agreed with Rocky. Motioning for Rocky to jump into the wagon, Zach and Monet both got in while Brian went to the front of the wagon.
"We can probably camp further up," Brian called out before realizing what was missing on the wagon. "Shit, what the hell did we use to drag the wagon again?"
Rocky, The Passage
Brian was right, of the three brahmin only one was left alive so Rocky made another quick decision, "We'll just have to carry some of the merchandise ourselves once we get clear, but lets not waste anymore time they might come back out soon, or a new wave might come through."
by Transoxthraxia » Sun Feb 15, 2015 6:24 pm
Prusslandia wrote:Transoxthraxia wrote:Providence. The squalor and the muck of the place fills my heart with malice and dread. What once was a settlement that was synonymous with hope and civilization now reflects neither concept, which is a great disparity for the people that are enslaved within the city. When my legions march through the streets of the city, the citizens shall know no slavery, no fear, and certainly no death. Perhaps the reason in which I am so intent on slaughtering the innocent of Providence is to send a message to the leaders of the city that they shall know the fear and slavery and barbarism that they impose on those that they rule over. Those that they rule, they may adhere to the barbaric tendencies of their masters, but only because they are forced, only because they have no knowledge of the true civilization. I, even now, am planning my liberation. The fools in charge of Providence have done well to underestimate our force for too long
Syagrius was busy writing his memoirs when Diesel knocked on the Magister's door. Entering after an auditory confirmation of allowance, the experienced legionary reported the newest findings to his overlord. "Magister, there are a number of things that need to be told to you. Our raid on the settlement, it was ineffective. From what I've noticed, there has been no visual response from the city itself. The only real reaction are more serious efforts from other settlements to fortify themselves." The aging bandit paused, to allow his master to take in what he had said, before continuing. "And, furthermore, we have three new recruits. They heard of the Fort, and I guess they were lacking protection and food elsewhere, so they've agreed to join the Comes and the Fort, a man and a woman, both relatively good combat stock." Syagrius nodded, somewhat frustrated by Providence's lack of a response, nodded.
"Do you remember, Diesel, the two that we took from the settlement?" Diesel nodded, even though Syagrius was still bent over his desk, writing, a skill which Diesel lacked. "Of course." Syagrius stood, and turned. "Are they still alive?" Diesel thought for a moment. "I think the coward is. The other one died. But the coward is." Syagrius nodded, before stepping towards his aide-de-camp. "Have him thrown into the Coliseum until he can fight no longer. I wish to know how long he could possibly last. Also, I wish for some entertainment? Fetch the clown, I'll await on my throne."
Chuckles lightly applied the paint to his face, ever so slowly. Putting down the brush, he looked at his face, now covered in clown makeup. Smiling in success, he looked at his cracked mirror and saw one of Sygarius's guards standing there. Diesel, he believed the brute was called. " The Magister wishes for entertainment. " Lightly clapping, Chuckles grabbed his duffle bag, and sifted through it. His brow squeezed together in frustration, he looked for the item. After a moment, he chuckled in relief, and reached under the faces, and grasped the item that Sygarius was always entertained by. Hand puppets. Meandering past Diesel, Chuckles quickly set up the hand puppet stage, and began the play of sorts. It was one of Sygarius's favorites, a tale of a puppy that got lost in the woods, and was found by it's owner, adn then proceeded to maul its owner.
The Nuclear Fist wrote:Transoxthraxia confirmed for shit taste
by SaintB » Sun Feb 15, 2015 7:48 pm
Ontorisa wrote:SaintB wrote:Rocky, The Passage
Brian was right, of the three brahmin only one was left alive so Rocky made another quick decision, "We'll just have to carry some of the merchandise ourselves once we get clear, but lets not waste anymore time they might come back out soon, or a new wave might come through."Black Iron Passage, Northern Louisiana
"You're god damn right." Brian called back, trying to keep calm and carry on with the caravan, even though most of them were dead or being eaten alive right now.
Brian grabbed the yolks to the wagon and snapped them, moving the only brahmin alive forward at a slow pace as Monet jumped out with his backpack full of the medium weight goods that Brian had loaded in the wagon.
"Zach, if we get ambushed, you better use that shotgun rather than that pea shooter. The varmint does jack shit to the scorps." Monet called out to Zach as they began to clear the carnage, Monet grabbing one of the sub-machine guns that was on the ground and flicked the safety on before moving on.
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Neo-Chicago wrote:Senior Knight Matthias, SS Natchez
The 15 or so remaining soldiers, the ones that had not fled into the forest, armed with laser rifles standing behind Matthias and Sarah became alert. Only about a third of them actually had laser rifles, the others were armed with assault rifles, shiskebabs, and the like. Matthias straightened up, grabbing for his laser rifle. He was still badly shaken, but wasn't going to take any chances with these men, men who he thought looked like raiders. Only about half of his men were outfitted in their hazmat suits, reinforced with bits of scrap metal.
"Look man, we don't want any trouble. Our group was attacked by eight or so muckdwellers, those huge creatures covered in dirt that look like trees, and are about as tall as them too. So what do you say you folks just forget you ever saw us? We're poor; no caps on any of us." Matthias reasoned. He sincerely hoped this was just a misunderstanding, and these men were just average wastelanders. Their armor, weapons, and scars said otherwise, however. Although he didn't know the motivation of these people, he guessed... no, he hoped that it was simply caps. It was an honest statement, they usually didn't barter with outsiders, so they didn't need caps.
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