"Ha, yeah. We will be able to but as I said we have to wait to see if anybody else wants to help." Danny replied. "Maybe Robert wants to participate."
The Night Riders (a post apocalyptic rp)(Started)(Accepting new Members by PM)
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"I'm all for it, but I think there's someone else who'd like a shot at revenge." Robert looks at Melody.
After making sure Danny wasn't going to bleed out all over her battle wagon, she goes over to the others and sets up her plan...
"Wake up."
The command was followed by a deluge of sewage water. Sputtering, the gang boss woke up to find that he couldn't see. He felt rough canvas on his face, and determined that to be the cause of his blindness.
"Why are you after the kids."
His silence was interrupted by his own scream as he felt the pain and heard the shot of a bullet ripping through the palm of his left hand. "I already told that slut from before! Interrogate *her*!"
"How many are left in your base."
Even before he could think of a response, he felt and heard a bullet shatter his wrist. "Five! FIVE!! GIVE ME TIME TO THINK, DAMMIT!!!"
"Where is your base."
"I'd have to see to tell ya-SONOFABITCH! STOP SHOOTING, DAMMIT! YOU NEED ME ALIVE TO SHOW YOU WHERE IT IS!!!" His left arm now ended at his elbow; everything below that point hung loosely.
"You're going to lead the way."
Those were the last words he heard before he blacked out from the pain.
When he regained consciousness again, he found himself able to see...but strapped to the front grill of the battle wagon like a grotesque bloody trophy.
Hours later, the Night Riders arrive at the entrance of the nuclear silo. Melody jumps down from the driver's cabin and heads toward the other Night Riders grouped in a circle, shooting her new hood ornament in the groin as she walked past. "Looks like we're here!" she said cheerily, a strange counterpoint to the screams emanating from the front of her vehicle. "What's the plan?"
"Wake up."
The command was followed by a deluge of sewage water. Sputtering, the gang boss woke up to find that he couldn't see. He felt rough canvas on his face, and determined that to be the cause of his blindness.
"Why are you after the kids."
His silence was interrupted by his own scream as he felt the pain and heard the shot of a bullet ripping through the palm of his left hand. "I already told that slut from before! Interrogate *her*!"
"How many are left in your base."
Even before he could think of a response, he felt and heard a bullet shatter his wrist. "Five! FIVE!! GIVE ME TIME TO THINK, DAMMIT!!!"
"Where is your base."
"I'd have to see to tell ya-SONOFABITCH! STOP SHOOTING, DAMMIT! YOU NEED ME ALIVE TO SHOW YOU WHERE IT IS!!!" His left arm now ended at his elbow; everything below that point hung loosely.
"You're going to lead the way."
Those were the last words he heard before he blacked out from the pain.
When he regained consciousness again, he found himself able to see...but strapped to the front grill of the battle wagon like a grotesque bloody trophy.
Hours later, the Night Riders arrive at the entrance of the nuclear silo. Melody jumps down from the driver's cabin and heads toward the other Night Riders grouped in a circle, shooting her new hood ornament in the groin as she walked past. "Looks like we're here!" she said cheerily, a strange counterpoint to the screams emanating from the front of her vehicle. "What's the plan?"
"Well first I could use some ammo for my rifle and pistol.All I've got is a full magazine in the pistol and half a magazine in my rifle."
"That's what the battle wagon's for! Follow me!" She leads him to the armory section of the vehicle and hands him several clips and magazines for his pistol and rifle respectively. "Do you want a vest with holders, or a bandoleer?"
Jimmy takes the ammo with a broad smile."You know how to speak my language.I personally think a bandoleer is more stylin'.Call me dumb but it makes me feel like a badass."
"You know melody, I really like the new look you gave the battle Wagon. It is over flowing with taste," Danny said sarcasticly. "You guys want to knock on the door? I kind of want to give the guy inside the benefit of the doubt; but that may just be me."
Jimmy raises an eyebrow at Dannys' comment."You want to give him the benefit of the doubt?What's next will you be asking how his mother is?"
Is it just me or has this RP on life support at this point?
"Innocent untill proven guilty man, innocent untill proven guilty. After being a cop for ten years you don't lose that mentality." Danny said calmly. "This guy could just be trying to get by and not be a psychopathic murderer."
It's just you heretic. It had been running better then usual lately.
A shot rings out from the bunker, accompanied by a fresh scream of agony from Melody's hood ornament. A plethora of red dots appear on all of the Night Riders...laser sights.
"I'd like to thank you for apprehending this man, but my question is, what are you expecting in exchange?" The gravely voice of command came from a stern looking man in his BDUs. The only signs of his rank were barely visible on his shoulders: two dark plastic stars. He stood just outside the entrance of the bunker.
"Supplies would be nice...MREs and medical supplies if you can spare them," Melody responded. "You must be the general I've heard about. We were all set to rescue you...what happened to the rest of the gang?"
"His ghastly screams freaked them out," he said, pointing at the bleeding figure strapped to the hood of the battle wagon. "It was enough of a distraction to retake the base. I don't suppose you've seen three kids around, have you?"
"We found the boy and the girl still alive. We patched them up as best we could, and they're recovering back at our base. The oldest boy...my condolences, but he died defending the other two from the gang." Melody clenched her fist at the memory. "We killed the rest of the gang. You can have what's left."
The General waved his hand, and a majority of the red dots on the Night Riders disappeared and congregated on the disfigured gang boss. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm accompanying you back to your base to get my kids back. Not alone, of course."
As if on cue, an M1 Abrams roared out of the bunker, stopping just to the side of the General. "Lead the way."
Melody looked questioningly towards the other Night Riders.
"I'd like to thank you for apprehending this man, but my question is, what are you expecting in exchange?" The gravely voice of command came from a stern looking man in his BDUs. The only signs of his rank were barely visible on his shoulders: two dark plastic stars. He stood just outside the entrance of the bunker.
"Supplies would be nice...MREs and medical supplies if you can spare them," Melody responded. "You must be the general I've heard about. We were all set to rescue you...what happened to the rest of the gang?"
"His ghastly screams freaked them out," he said, pointing at the bleeding figure strapped to the hood of the battle wagon. "It was enough of a distraction to retake the base. I don't suppose you've seen three kids around, have you?"
"We found the boy and the girl still alive. We patched them up as best we could, and they're recovering back at our base. The oldest boy...my condolences, but he died defending the other two from the gang." Melody clenched her fist at the memory. "We killed the rest of the gang. You can have what's left."
The General waved his hand, and a majority of the red dots on the Night Riders disappeared and congregated on the disfigured gang boss. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm accompanying you back to your base to get my kids back. Not alone, of course."
As if on cue, an M1 Abrams roared out of the bunker, stopping just to the side of the General. "Lead the way."
Melody looked questioningly towards the other Night Riders.
Fieldy was back at HQ, putting the finishing upgrades on the Chevelle. He had a ramming bumper installed and floodlights mounted to the top, and some other tricks as well. He heard a faint rumbling. He looked out the window, and saw a tank rolling towards the HQ. "HOLY sh*t." he said, fumbling for the radio. "Guy's, either the enemy got a f@#k load stronger or we have a caravan." He looked out the window. He muttered to himself. "Anything that big needs gas. Only the government have had enough diesel to fuel that thing. But where did they get it? I don't think the team has notices, but we've been pretty low on gas lately. And hero sh*t aside, we don't have enough resources to hold us the rest of the month. If we're smart though, we can probably cut a deal, or better still..."
"Okay this is a strange situation, but I really shouldn't be surprised...*Danny hears Fieldy on the Radio* Wait, What would we trade Fieldy? " Danny asked slightly annoyed at the timing. "Well for now we should probably get in the car now once we do we can continue this conversation and drive so General 2 stars knows where to go."
Name: William "Will" Nelson
Age: 32
Description: Taller fellow with blonde hair and blue eyes, British by ancestry and it is reflected in his appearance. Tends to wear a beaten old military camo uniform with the sleeves rolled up and the jacket unbuttoned, wears a pair of army boots and a red headband. Also has a pack of Marlboro cigarettes on his person at all times, where he got such a stash of now rare American tobacco confuses even him.
Traits: Two hands for weapons, raging, ambush detection, proficient driver, steady aim.
Gear: A pump shotgun (as his standby weapon) and a decently-sized handaxe for melee. Has a .45 revolver as backup. Also possesses a car scavenged from a dead gang leader, a Chevy Bel Air, he found a trunk full of guns and ammunition in there, presumably for some raid. However he's given most of the weapons to the Night Riders and kept the rest around for a rainy day.
Bio: An American soldier stationed in Australia when the wars started, Will quickly found himself cut off from his homeland and in the middle of a societal collapse. Wanting to help make Australia a bastion of civilization, he has joined up with the Night Riders. He was unable to respond to the day's call to action as he was busy assisting an Australian militia in holding a military base against raider incursions. He is currently wrapping up the last of the incursions, though he is bound to make contact with his comrades at some point.
Age: 32
Description: Taller fellow with blonde hair and blue eyes, British by ancestry and it is reflected in his appearance. Tends to wear a beaten old military camo uniform with the sleeves rolled up and the jacket unbuttoned, wears a pair of army boots and a red headband. Also has a pack of Marlboro cigarettes on his person at all times, where he got such a stash of now rare American tobacco confuses even him.
Traits: Two hands for weapons, raging, ambush detection, proficient driver, steady aim.
Gear: A pump shotgun (as his standby weapon) and a decently-sized handaxe for melee. Has a .45 revolver as backup. Also possesses a car scavenged from a dead gang leader, a Chevy Bel Air, he found a trunk full of guns and ammunition in there, presumably for some raid. However he's given most of the weapons to the Night Riders and kept the rest around for a rainy day.
Bio: An American soldier stationed in Australia when the wars started, Will quickly found himself cut off from his homeland and in the middle of a societal collapse. Wanting to help make Australia a bastion of civilization, he has joined up with the Night Riders. He was unable to respond to the day's call to action as he was busy assisting an Australian militia in holding a military base against raider incursions. He is currently wrapping up the last of the incursions, though he is bound to make contact with his comrades at some point.
Might wanna try a PM next time, dancing man. And also, they never said it was a nuclear holocaust in Mad Max. It was a giant war over resources, and when they ran out, society broke down over the fight for gasoline. And Fieldy said that last part to himself, not over the radio.
Rawker said:
Ah, my mistake, I've only watched about five minutes of the original film, yeah I was putting my character sheet up there so people could access it and then I was going to PM Skeletor.
Fieldy watched the rest of the team rolling in towards HQ "Well, If they were bad, they'd have killed the wagon by now." He went over to the long range comms "Testing, testing, Willie? You pick up? If you're on your way back and you see a tank in the driveway, don't worry about it, that's supposed to be there."