Paksenarrion said:
Indeed, now if only Skeletor would let me help him in his conquest of Eternia.
The Night Riders (a post apocalyptic rp)(Started)(Accepting new Members by PM)
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With the General reunited with his children, he is a lot less suspicious of the Night Riders. "I have a request to ask of you all," he asks, "I know this is rather odd, but there's an Airship in Australia. It's in another military base, and I'm not sure if it's been captured by gangs. We'll need to secure the hangar, but that's just the first step." He motions for one of his aides to unroll a map for the Night Riders to see. "This particular airship runs on Atomized Hydrogen. Highly unstable and therefore highly explosive. There are rumors that a few military units have gone rogue, and taken control of our AH Stations, so they'll be tougher to neutralize than the gang you just fought."
"This is all well and good, General, but why would we need an Airship?" Melody asked. "I mean, I've always wanted an Airship, but I don't think I've ever needed one."
"To explore and secure the rest of Australia," the General answered. "We need to re-establish order and civilization on our continent. It's highly improbable that we'll succeed, but not impossible. What say you?" he asked the Night Riders.
"This is all well and good, General, but why would we need an Airship?" Melody asked. "I mean, I've always wanted an Airship, but I don't think I've ever needed one."
"To explore and secure the rest of Australia," the General answered. "We need to re-establish order and civilization on our continent. It's highly improbable that we'll succeed, but not impossible. What say you?" he asked the Night Riders.
"Well General you really speak to the interests of me and the rest of the group; but I have to ask for a few specifics first like, How large is it? What speed does it travel at? and other questions of such nature that I truely hope you know the answeres to because those are almost make or break kind of questions." Danny said.
The General tried to answer the questions thrown at him. "The airship was - and hopefully still is - a military secret. It's located off the coast of Adelaide, hidden in an underwater base. Before you ask, I do not know how to get to the base because I was never given clearance to know about it. I only heard bits and pieces from the general in charge at Adelaide just before they were overrun. According to scuttlebutt, the Airship is large enough to hold a squadron of Harriers. It travels twice as fast as an aircraft carrier when fully loaded. Its optimal ceiling height is unknown, though I have been told that it might be possible to launch orbital satellites from it fairly easily."
General, I mean no disrespect, but how are we suppose to get to the base if you don't know how, also, why are you asking a group of regulators to do such a task when you yourselves are clearly better armed for such a task.
"Good question." The General motioned for his aide to bring him a locked case. Opening it, he takes out several photos: aerial maps, schematics, and profiles. He points to a picture of an elderly gentleman. "This is Edward von Braun, the architect who designed the underwater base. He will know how to get inside. Unfortunately, we do not know where he currently is. However, the Army Corps of Engineers in Adelaide should have a record of his last known address."
He then points to an aerial map of Adelaide. "As to why I'm asking you to do this..." He gestures to the area surrounding the Adelaide navy port. "I don't know how and I don't know why, but it seems several rival gangs have surrounded the base and is holding it hostage, quite similar to the situation you found me in at the bunker." He shows several close up maps of the same area. "Clearly, someone has taken control of the gangs and is giving them orders. I am not asking you to do this alone. I am asking you to act as an auxiliary force to support my troops as we secure the port. You have more experience in dealing with this sort of enemy."
He then points to an aerial map of Adelaide. "As to why I'm asking you to do this..." He gestures to the area surrounding the Adelaide navy port. "I don't know how and I don't know why, but it seems several rival gangs have surrounded the base and is holding it hostage, quite similar to the situation you found me in at the bunker." He shows several close up maps of the same area. "Clearly, someone has taken control of the gangs and is giving them orders. I am not asking you to do this alone. I am asking you to act as an auxiliary force to support my troops as we secure the port. You have more experience in dealing with this sort of enemy."
((This part is before the general came to the base in the Abrams, I'm just doing a bit of scene-setting because I'm an egotistical ass who likes to hear himself talk))
A few shots rang out in the blackness, and a single gang member took a hit to the left clavicle. His hunting rifle clattered to the ground, only to be picked up and fired haphazardly at the unseen shooter by one of his comrades as the group retreated. The weapon looked to be at least Korean War era, and it wasn't in the best condition, it missed Will's position by yards. The gang piled into what remained of their vehicles and retreated, as did the Night Riders, determined to chase them down. "I think it's safe to say we've retaken this spot for now" says James, an Aussie militiaman stationed in what was once a police station now converted into a safe haven for refugees. Will lights one of his trademark cigarettes and takes a quick drag "Indeed, but I ought to get back to base and make a report of it, tonight's battle really shifted the balance of power in this district and my fellows are going to need to drive these bastards out of town as soon as we can get a raid together." And with that, he hops into his Bel Air, noting with displeasure that the bumper picked up a dent and his doors have a few bullet holes "fuckers! This thing's a goddamn piece of American history" and so he continues his grumbling as he piles into his car and scribbles down his after-action report on a notepad. He proceeds back to base non-chalantly, expecting to fix himself a cup of coffee and maybe a quick bite to eat, hopefully some sleep afterward, today's been a long day. He'd parked not too far away from the HQ when he got out and started towards it, then he saw the Abrams rolling around.
He proceeds back to his car posthaste, not that he has the capacity to fight off a tank, but he does want a way to follow it. Will is feeling more than a bit crazy as he watches it, he can't do anything about the tank, for all he knows it could be full of bad guys tired of the Night Riders meddling in their affairs, but then again, Will isn't so sure that these gangs are exceptionally intelligent or even for the most part strong enough to take on a military base and swipe one of its tanks, "not enough gain for the casualties they'd be taking" he muses to himself, tanks were hardly invulnerable to improvised, kitchen-made explosives after all. Fieldy gets on the radio fussing about the tank "ah okay, I'm tailing this thing anyway, if the government is involved then it means something is going down, friendly or not, I'm going to see where this thing is going. Oh, and stop calling me Willy we've been over this" says Will chidingly. As the tank begins to leave, Will gives it a tail, staying about a block behind it at all times, his car runs rather silently with the modifications Fieldy and others had given it.
He quietly pursued the entourage back to base, but didn't follow them in "a bit too well-armed for my liking" he chuckles to himself, parking at a nearby building, big enough to conceal him and his vehicle and watching from his binoculars. "well I saw cars from other Night Riders" he thinks, "but what the hell are they up to?" he waits and tries to watch what little he can "fuckin' hell what I wouldn't give for some night vision goggles" he says to himself, watching bits and pieces of the action from afar. "maybe when they pop out of the base they can give me the rundown" says Will, reloading his shotgun and giving it as quiet of a pump as he can. He eyes the gym bag of guns haphazardly placed in the back seat, and then thinks of the rest of his stash in the trunk "why do I get the feeling I'll be firing off every damn thing I have tonight" he says with a grin, picking out an M1 Garand from the back and fixing a bayonet to it. "Hell if I know where it came from but damn they got us through World War Two and back" he grins a bit, it's a more modern reprodution but it certainly is a bit nostalgic. And so he sits, waiting for the group to finish up.
A few shots rang out in the blackness, and a single gang member took a hit to the left clavicle. His hunting rifle clattered to the ground, only to be picked up and fired haphazardly at the unseen shooter by one of his comrades as the group retreated. The weapon looked to be at least Korean War era, and it wasn't in the best condition, it missed Will's position by yards. The gang piled into what remained of their vehicles and retreated, as did the Night Riders, determined to chase them down. "I think it's safe to say we've retaken this spot for now" says James, an Aussie militiaman stationed in what was once a police station now converted into a safe haven for refugees. Will lights one of his trademark cigarettes and takes a quick drag "Indeed, but I ought to get back to base and make a report of it, tonight's battle really shifted the balance of power in this district and my fellows are going to need to drive these bastards out of town as soon as we can get a raid together." And with that, he hops into his Bel Air, noting with displeasure that the bumper picked up a dent and his doors have a few bullet holes "fuckers! This thing's a goddamn piece of American history" and so he continues his grumbling as he piles into his car and scribbles down his after-action report on a notepad. He proceeds back to base non-chalantly, expecting to fix himself a cup of coffee and maybe a quick bite to eat, hopefully some sleep afterward, today's been a long day. He'd parked not too far away from the HQ when he got out and started towards it, then he saw the Abrams rolling around.
He proceeds back to his car posthaste, not that he has the capacity to fight off a tank, but he does want a way to follow it. Will is feeling more than a bit crazy as he watches it, he can't do anything about the tank, for all he knows it could be full of bad guys tired of the Night Riders meddling in their affairs, but then again, Will isn't so sure that these gangs are exceptionally intelligent or even for the most part strong enough to take on a military base and swipe one of its tanks, "not enough gain for the casualties they'd be taking" he muses to himself, tanks were hardly invulnerable to improvised, kitchen-made explosives after all. Fieldy gets on the radio fussing about the tank "ah okay, I'm tailing this thing anyway, if the government is involved then it means something is going down, friendly or not, I'm going to see where this thing is going. Oh, and stop calling me Willy we've been over this" says Will chidingly. As the tank begins to leave, Will gives it a tail, staying about a block behind it at all times, his car runs rather silently with the modifications Fieldy and others had given it.
He quietly pursued the entourage back to base, but didn't follow them in "a bit too well-armed for my liking" he chuckles to himself, parking at a nearby building, big enough to conceal him and his vehicle and watching from his binoculars. "well I saw cars from other Night Riders" he thinks, "but what the hell are they up to?" he waits and tries to watch what little he can "fuckin' hell what I wouldn't give for some night vision goggles" he says to himself, watching bits and pieces of the action from afar. "maybe when they pop out of the base they can give me the rundown" says Will, reloading his shotgun and giving it as quiet of a pump as he can. He eyes the gym bag of guns haphazardly placed in the back seat, and then thinks of the rest of his stash in the trunk "why do I get the feeling I'll be firing off every damn thing I have tonight" he says with a grin, picking out an M1 Garand from the back and fixing a bayonet to it. "Hell if I know where it came from but damn they got us through World War Two and back" he grins a bit, it's a more modern reprodution but it certainly is a bit nostalgic. And so he sits, waiting for the group to finish up.
((By the way, sorry about the whole "waiting for you guys to finish" post, but I'm sorta trapped in that regard, I'd imagine a new guy just rolling into the military base wouldn't get the warmest welcome))
Rawker said:
Crap! My character would've given yours a ride had he not been preoccupied with following the Abrams.
On a more selfish note, how did you fellows like my first post? I won't be quite so verbose in future posts, but either way how is it?
On a more selfish note, how did you fellows like my first post? I won't be quite so verbose in future posts, but either way how is it?
Rawker said:
I edited my post to respond to Fieldy for you Rawk. I think I might have Will ask for your guy to fill him in a bit (since the character himself lacks the knowledge of a neatly-arranged forum RP), but later on once a few more folks respond.