Badlands a Rugged, Dangerous Post Nucular Adventure!!

[unclebigbad]

I know why I'm here...

Picking myself up from the floor, I look around for another door. A vault door. I find it, almost hidden by a shadow. I don't know how I know it, but I seem to know the combination. I enter it into the keypad set into the center of the door. The door swings noislessly open. There it is. It, is a Mark 7 Primary Combat Hardsuit, a.k.a. an exoskeleton. Preliminary checks show that the suit is at full power, its' weapons are online, and that its' solar collectors are operational.


This is my military objective. Now, it's personal. Something tells me to hurry my dumb 'borg ass up...That She is in danger...

I quickly pour the water from the canteens into the resevoir inside the suit, and stow most of the food I got in NYC in the small storage lockers, also inside the suit.

I clamber back into the suit, after activating the door release. The suit seals itself around me, the restraints automatically engaging all around my body. I feel pinpricks as the interface cables make contact with my internal electronics. Four cable now protrude from the base of my neck. One from each of my upper and lower arms. Five from each of my hands, and God only knows how many sticking out of each leg. I felt minimal pain, and that was rapidly diminishing. No doubt, the cable ends were exuding some kind of local anesthetic.

Targeting reticles were laid over my field of vision, weapons controls were at my fingertips, in the hands of the suit. If only I could remember how to control this damn bucket of bolts!!

Think, dumbass...THINK!!

The suit spoke..."Primary Combat Hardsuit Mark 7, online."

I think 'walk forward 10 meters.' The suit complies.

I think, 'map overlay.', the suit responds, 'Please specify area.'

"Southern Louisiana.", I say more for my benefit, than for the suits.

"Map of southern Louisiana, online,', the suit said, as it put the map on my right eye as an overlay.

'New Orleans.', I think, 'For some reason, I am drawn to New Orleans.'

Complying. New heading 135 degrees. Destination, New Orleans.

The suit begins to move. I look out in front of the hardsuit.

"Suit!! I don't think we're gonna make it!! Bring the weapons online!!!!"

'weapons systems online.'

 

[RudeNastyAssBitch]

Paradise

The generator was working fine now that lisa had kicked it twice and Leana had then fixed it.

Leana never failed to be amused at how enraged Lisa would get about stuff sometimes. She Had tried for two days to fix the fucking generator, aggressivly declining ANY help from her laughing sibling.

"Lisa" She said laughing loudly

"Just let me look and maybe we can fix it ~TOGETHER~"

Lisa looked up from the table and fixed a kind of frown slash smile on her face,
"Well, I suppose it would be good seein as though such verbal and physical abuse don't seem ta be working"

Standing up up from the kitchen table and walking over to the fridge for some fresh milk and an apple, Lisa pointed at Leana and said,
"I think I musta used every bad word in existance!"
With that she let out a great happy release of a laugh and bid her sister goodnight.

Leana yelled after her,
"I'll wake you at 6:00 am,We Have much to do"

"Yes, Yes! I Love You, Goodnight"

[Edited by RudeNastyAssBitch on 05-12-2001 at 10:40 PM]

 

[unclebigbad]

Finally...I'm on my way...

After having to blast my way out of the lab, with the plasma cannon mounted on the right shoulder of the suit, I was finally on my way to her...I was sent back here to retrieve this suit...But now that I have it, I must find her...She is the key...I don't know why, but I know that I must find her...The suit moves fluidly, quietly...At least it's quiet on the inside...

The suit begins to speak, in my mind, 'Possible hostile targets, bearing 090. Moving in fast.'

Do you see any real threat to us in them?

'No.'

Then track them, if they begin to be a real threat, neutralize the threat, understood?

'Understood. Tracking possible targets. Weapons cold.'

I was trying not to think about her. Hell, I don't even know what she looks like.

I finally give up and let the fatigue wash over me, my mind slipping into sleep as though I were sinking into a Bartuvian mud pit...

 

[HotStuff101]

A flash of light...

OOC: Hi, I'm new on here, so plz excuse me if i make a stupid mistake

IC: A ripple in the air distorts view. With a Crackle and ball of light grows out of nowhere, then with a flasht hat fills the room, it is gone, and kneeling there, is a young man. His hands are clenched in fists, and steam appears to be coming off his body. HE is wearing a Black Leather coat over, a black tank-top, and dark blue jeans. His eyes are closed as he stands up. When he reaches full height, he is 6'4, and his muslces are very well developed despite his obvious age of late teens. When he opens his eyes, he reveals one eye as being cybernetic with a glowing letter M on it. He has on his right leg, some kind of high-tech SMG, and a Katana on his back. He also has some device on his left wrist, that seems to be damaged.

He starts to walk out of the room, and he sticks his hand to the side, and his gun flies off his leg into his hand. He walks out holding the gun infront of him, and tunrs the corner. He finds the wrecked remains of security bots, and blast marks on the steel walls. He lets go of the gun and it returns to his leg automatically, and he moves his finger over a blast mark on the wall. He brign his finger to his nose and smells it...

"*sniff* Still fresh...Must have just missed him...I'm not gonna let it happen all over again..."

He Brushes off his finger, and begisn to walk out of the complex.

 

[unclebigbad]

Waking up to Louisana...

When I awoke, I saw, a sign it read, 'Welcome to Louisana'

Damn!! How the hell long was I asleep?!!?

The suit replied, 'You were unconscious for 30 hours, 23 minutes, and 45 seconds. I checked the status of your organics while you were unconscious. Your electrolytes were out of balance, so i rectified the situation. Our present location is...'

Just crossing into Louisana, I replied, my voice stressed, due to lack of caffeine.

I need two things, A pitstop, and a cup of coffee. Find the next reasonably intact gas station.

Understood, searching the onboard database of landmarks and locations.

 

[RudeNastyAssBitch]

Sadness, Only For A Moment

My Vision Blurred from tears. Another being dead. I Killed Him. I Took yet Another life. Another's Time Cut Short. Because of me.

For The Next day or two, All I Could Picture In My Minds Eye, Was The, Idiot. I Could Almost Feel It All Too...It Was Very Disconcerting. The Weight Of His Hefty Body Sliding~ Quite Efortlessly cuzzof A Good Angle~.Down The Length Of My DoubleEdged Blade, Then Cleaning It Off By Sliding Right Off Again With A Flick Of The Wrist. Slumping to the floor with a thud.
Surprisingly. There was not much blood.

Living in the badlands for so long, I never feel anger towards These people. It is Hard to live, not knowing who is friend, and who is foe. Some folks go mad. I understand.

I, Am NOT Though. I know there is a place... A paradise. No One has to kill and everyone is laughing and happy, like in one of those films from the picture shows I saw in the town of lights.
Then In The Scariest Flash Of Reality,The girl was standing above me, offering a hand up. Our Fingers Entwined & She Jerked Me To My Feet.

"~Shar-lin, you will take my hospitality here. I arranged a room and The finest that I have to offer.~"

I was finding it easier to deal with her telepathic comunications now, and found it quite amazing that they all had different sounding voices in my head, just like everyones speaking voice was different.
As Groovy As It Gets For The Badlands.

The girl lead me down a maze of tunnels till we came to a large, heavily armoured door. Silently, the door swung open to reveal a ornately furnished bedroom.When I tore my amazed eyes from the scene, she had disappeared.

I slipped into the room, closing the heavy door behind me. As My eyes took in the expansive room, I was reminded of a whorehouse in BorderTown.
Thick, luxurious fabrics covering EVERYTHING, all in rich,dark, jewel tones with tassels on anything that had edges or corners. The bed was enormous and took up an entire side of the room, except for the delicately carved side tables with stained glass lamps glowing softly.

Relaxing Slightly, But Still Doing The Sneaky Scanning of My Surroundings.
I slowly slide my arms out of my gun holster, and tossed it onto the bed. It made a kind of puff sound as it hit the silk covered, slumber wonderland.

My Boots felt like they were part of my skin. After sweating, sleeping and walking for weeks without taking them off, I decided it was time to see what my feet looked like again. Jerking the zipper along the dirtcaked teeth, going slowly not wanting to catch my soft skin, It seemed that I was actually a white girl! The color of my skin beneath the leather of my knee high boots, was quite pale, compared to the filthy, brown color of the rest of my exposed body.
The same went, for the rest of my body.

I unhooked and untied, pulled off, unbuttoned and Unzipped, peeled off and slid down all the rest of my clothes and weapons. Now stark naked, I turned and walked to the bar to fix myself a mind numbing drink.
The bar was stocked with everything and anything. I found a two-handed brandy glass and poured a genorous splash of amber happiness into it.
Drinking deeply, it burned all the way to my belly. Very nice, So I poured and drank another three times till mt whole body was warm and my mind calmed itself.

Across the room I spotted another doorway, the door was closed,but the light glowed behind, making for an interesting effect in the dimmly lit bedroom. Could It Be?
I had seen a working bathroom about a year ago, but had bathed and peed and done my other duties in the presence of the mother since then. I decided to investigate.
Opening the door I was faced by the image of a very dirty woman. The mirrors crowned the sink area, relecting every part of the inviting bathroom. Marble stairs led up then into a monsterous bathing pool and set into the wall were faucets that were shaped like giant birds. Around a small curved wall, a shining black toilet stood, asking for use.
And round yet another curved wall, there was a shower. The most strange part of the room though, was a beautiful chaise lounge set right in the middle of the room. Hanging directly above the out of place piece of furniture was a long golden cord, with a thick knot at the end.

What could This Possibly do?
Curious, I went over and pulled the cord down. A Slight Clang resonated through the whole of the underground.
What could it mean?

[Edited by RudeNastyAssBitch on 05-12-2001 at 11:53 PM]

 

[unclebigbad]

New Orleans...

Finally...I am in New Orleans.

*I stop the exoskeleton...Open the suit, exit, and stretch languidly...Opening my mind to seek her out...i get a general direction to go in, but nothing more...I once more enter the suit...feeling the connections being made...and then I am again one with the machine*

I send the non-vocal command, 'Head downtown.'

The suit answers, also sub-vocally, 'Please specify direction.'

'South-southwest.', I answer, this time aloud.

The suit heads in a generally south-southwest direction. I try to keep track of the buildings...looking for the one I saw while my mind was open and seeking her...but the noise in my mind...so intense...there must be other telepaths here...The one I seek...she has the talent...although, if history is true, she doesn't know...yet...

 

[Inkubus]

Simon

like I said must have been some party, because I cant remember anything...its dark and cool I must be underground. I meander my way looking for an exit. The pain is sweet it reminds me Im not dead and drives me to keep going.

 

[RudeNastyAssBitch]

Perhaps I'll Be Able To Resurect This!

Check It Out, Mr Man

 

[Inkubus]

Simon says.......

Im still around if the thread is

 

[RudeNastyAssBitch]

Hey Incubus!!!

I Hope All Is Well With You And Your Loved Ones?

Yes The Thread Is Back! LOL
I Loved The Storyline And Sadly This Is Myy Best Writing
Great Practice!

Write It Up, Simon! Write It Up

 

[Inkubus]

Simon

OOC***Thank God, my family is ok... all though we are all changed by what happened. Thank you for the concern, God be with us all in the times to come.*******

Simon had an unusual gift, Simon could read. Thus simon had no trouble locating the exits that had clearly been marked ages ago when there still was a civilization to protect. He relieved a storage chamber of some goods and a jacket that fit to largely and snuck outside through an emergency exit used only by children.

 

[Ravenn]

Locke, woke up head still pounding from last night. He glanced around the bar, seemingly the first one up. Stands up, and looks himself over in the broken mirror hanging over the bar.

He is a man, who stands around 6' 5" in height. He has halflong black hair and blue eyes, with a scar running down his left eye. He is clothed, in brown leather pants, a dirty white shirt and wears black boots. He wears a brown leather longcoat, which has been repaired with patches.

He sighs, and thinks to himself: How the hell did i get down here, i used to have it all. Pours another drink downs it, and starts packing his weapons. Expertly releaves the occupants of the bar from their valuables and weapons, puts the contence in a backpack. Wraps a scarf around his face, and moves outside.

Stops abruptly, seeing an exosuit. Damn, havent seen one of those working for a long time. Mounts his chopper bike and follows it in a distance, curious.

OOC: Hey all can handle another player?

 

[RudeNastyAssBitch]

OF COURSE!

I am still writing the next part to, Paradise!
I am soooo not great at this writing shit

LOL

Welcome, Ravven/Locke

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Lazarus

I had heard of the girl, how she fights and kills men, and though the idea of woemn killing men, being fierce in battle was not a new one, the stories that surrounded this girl held a special quality to them. The world had moved on to a new time, a new place, but the cause still existed, and I knew I must find this girl. I gathered my things, making sure to take every weapon I could find, and started off toward Old Orleans. Yes, the cause still existed, and Imust do what best serves it...

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Lazarus

I hadn't traveled long before I picked up the trail of something large moving SE, not too large, but clearly mechanical in nature. I followed it's trail, deciding that perhaps it would lead me in at least the right direction.
I first found the tracks leaving the few lifeless remnants of Savannah...

 

[RudeNastyAssBitch]

A Feira tão Longa Bem, RNAB é Ido E Voltará Não Mais! É Sido os Povos de Groovy

Damit Lang, Wird Messe Gut, RNAB Gegangen Und Sie Wird Hinter Nicht Mehr Sein! Es Wird Groovy Leute Gewesen.

 

[Inkubus]

*BLINK....BLINK*

pardon?

 

[PmTick]

Viva las vegas

OOC: Hey newbie coming in if it's alright?

The sunlight burned brightly into Scorch's room. The MGM Grand use to be one of the premier hotels in Vegas. People would come from all around just to have fun, that all changed after civilization pretty much ended. Scorch ran his hand through his blonde hair, removing the ever present dust particle that floated in the air. He rose from his bed and realized he had a visitor, perched on the pane of the broken window was a messanger pigeon. He picked up the pigeon and read the note,

Scorch-

We got hit by hard by Case last night. Heavy casualties, report to the boss immediatly at the emergency bunker.

Z

Scorch released the pigeon, allowing it to fly back to his employer, Cassius Red. Every since the global collapse of offical governments, people were reduced to scavengers until a few strong men decided to form mobs. From that point on being in a mob was like insurance, if you couldn't find food or water you were covered by your organization. In return besides contributing a little of your own hunts to the organization you had to protect your boss. The only catch was, you were in for life.

Scorch walked through the empty lobby of the MGM Grand, an offical tentament for Red's special workers. Scorch checked his equipment: 1 extra heavy delapadated kevlar vest, 1 butterfly knife he had found in the desert, and a pair of field goggles. He hopped into a hole in the ground and headed toward the emergency bunker: The basement of the Luxor.

Scorch arrived at the Luxor and was greeted by Marcus, another hired gun. "Christ man it's pretty bad", Marcus said. "What happend?" Marcus replied, "Apparently they got their hands on some serious shit, must have found another military drop. Grenade launchers, detantors, and ingrams. " "Who did we lose?" Scorch asked. "Lee, Devon, Kara, and Pedro but we got lots of injuries too." Scorch paused for a minute, "I better see what Red's got for me."

Scorch walked into the dimly lit basement, past old roulette wheels and craps tables. Past armed guards hiding behind old slot machines, toward the back of the room where Cassius Red sat. "Good morning, Scorch." "That's not what I hear," Cassisus replied. "Yes, we were hit pretty bad last night. Case raided our coin storage at the Tropicana, made out with most of the coins."

The coins people used to gamble with were now used as an offical form of currency here in Vegas. The savages who lived outside our orgnizations would sell you a huge arsenal for just 10 coins. Case was another organization leader, he operated out of Caesar's Palace. He and Red pretty much divided Vegas but were constantly feuding over control of the strip.

Cassius wore a dark red suit, was completly bald and was overweight, which was a sign of wealth in this world. He took a deep breath out of an oxygen tank, he had to do this every few hours since he was in a chemical explosion "I'll get right to the point, Scorch. We're gonna hit them back with everything we have, which admittingly, isn't a lot. But if we can help ourselves to some guns, coins, and food then we can recoop our losses and enlist a few recruits. I've already called up for some backup from New Orleans."

"New Orleans?" Scorch asked "That's pretty far why didn't you call L.A., Seattle, or even Reno?" "I did" Cassius added "all of my messages returned to me unopened, apparently we have fallen out of favor with them. After we do this next raid, we will send them tribute and get back in their good graces." Cassius stood up on walked toward Scorch, "You know this war is gonna end sooner than later. We've been waging this battle for almost 25 years, something's got to give. Scorch, if you pull this off I will give you something you've wanted since you started working for me 13 years ago. I'll give you a year's supply of food and a plot of land, allowing you to retire." Scorch looked astonished, he thought he was gonna die in battle like the rest. "However," Cassius added, "I can't allow that until Case is dead. Take your equipment out of the stock room and lead a team into victory. Bring me Case's head."

 

[Inkubus]

OOC>>Good start

Interesting where you guys are going with this, I kinda figured we were a little more low tech, but I wonder how Rnab feels about it. It also leaves my character in a situation since his only abilities are a knack for survival and the ability to read....well Im sure if we put our heads together we can get this off the ground

 

[PmTick]

Leaving Las Vegas

Scorch met with the rest of his organization in the ready room. As he scanned the crowd for his usual cohorts he realized that there were a lot of faces he didn't recgonize. His friend Kyle greeted him, "Great to see ya dog breath, how's the lion (MGM) treating ya? " "Can't complain I've got a bed and a roof, that's a lot more than anyone outside of the strip has. What's with all the newbies?" "Brothers from our New Orleans branch and lots of them to!" Scorch estimated that the New Orleans syndicate outnumbered his group at least 4 to 1. "Kyle, are you sure these guys are legit?" Scorch asked "Positive man." There conversation was broken by the booming voice of the visiting commander, Gabriel.

Gabriel was a slender man, dressed all in black, with blonde hair and a patch over his right eye. Gabriel held an M-16 up to the air as he spoke. "Brothers, in order to effectively eliminate Case, we will have to surround the palace and find cover behind debris. Those of you around the perimeter will stay outside and slowly make your way in, a special ops group will infiltrate the palace via the Hard Rock. The special ops team consits of 5 from NO and 5 from LV. From NO I need numbers 2112, 8093, 4260, and 2956. From LV I need 1847, 212, 507, and 1888. Scorch was number 507, his group began heading for the Hard Rock. Scorch looked up in the sky and saw the sun, "Commander, we don't run many attacks during the daylight around here, it's too hot.", Scorch said. "Precisly!" he replied. As they walked away, Scorch realized that a good number of NO associates were staying behind to defend the base, this was highly unusual but never-the-less a good idea.

They arrived at the Hard Rock Casino and squatted inside the building where a tunnel leading to Ceasar's had been prepared. Gabriel took a swig from his canteen and then spoke, "As soon as we hear gunfire I want 2 NO to follow me into the tunnel, then I want all of NV in, and finally the other 3 NO. " The men sat quietly mentally preparing themselves for war. The silence was interuppted by the sounds of a thousand gunshots as his group emptied themselves into the tunnel.

By the time they reached the inside of the palace, the first group had infiltrated the mall area and was standing by for orders. Special Ops emerged from the tunnel, located in a dried up fountain. "Good work men," Gabrield applauded "We accomplished our goal quicker than we thought we would. Now I want all of NO to secure the outlying stores while LV prepare to enter the inner sanctum." Scorch turned to Kyle, "Something's up man, I don't like the looks of this, we're completely surrounded and Case's men aren't even around." Kyle looked at him and replied, "This is farther than we've ever gotten before, we're gonna probably bumrush them from both levels." Just then, a giant jumbotron screen lit up at the far end of the mall, it looked as if it had been recently set up. The MGM and the Luxor appeared on the screen surrounded by Case's troops and NO troops. Case's voice boomed over the loudspeaker, "Good work Gabriel, your people will be rewarded handsomly." Gabriel turned to the LV and said, "You see, LV is the last of the syndicate on the west coast. All our allies have already been destroyed by Case's organization which is much more powerful than any of us our. Last week, Case approached us with a lucrative deal, so we defected from New Orleans and are now employed by the great and honerable Case. Unfortunatly, since you have been such a tactical thorn in our side, none of you have that option!" Kyle yelled, "I knew it you traitor! LV raise your weapons and fire at will!!"

An eruption of gunfire bursted around Scorch as the screen showed the MGM and the Luxor being leveled by immense firepower. Scorch's friends were dying all around him but he countinued to fire until a bullet hit him in the chest, knocking him back down the tunnel. Scorch got up and realized that all of his friends and co-worker were dead. He had to escape somehow.

Scorch raced out of the tunnels hoping no NO troops see him. "I have to get away from the strip or I'm a dead man, my only hope is if I can make it out of Nevada." Scorch was now at a safe distance from the strip. He stopped and looked at his former home in the distance as he heard the sounds of Case's organization cheer. It was at that point he knew it was over, his home, his friends, and even his boss was gone. For the first time in his life he was free but at what price?

"I have to see if I can make it to the East Coast, if I can find another branch of Cassius' syndicate I can warn them." Scorch had no idea how he would get there but he started to walk East, towards the Atlantic.

 

[PmTick]

Rumors

Scorch walked through the desert, less than 8 hours ago his entire world had changed. His friends and co-workers were now dead. There was nothing left for him in Vegas anymore, he had to get to the East coast to warn the rest of the organization.

He remember hearing about an abandoned military facility out in the desert somewhere. He figured it was his best bet to finding some transportation.

Scorch walked past a dismantled chain link fence, "This may be it," he thought. He then saw what looked like a storm cellar. He opended the cellar and walked into a dimly lit hallway. Everything was covered with a thin sheet of dust, it looked like this base was just forgotten about. He looked for more weapons and food, nothing at all. He walked to the hangar area, nothing in there either. The place was completly clean. Then he saw something of interest that caught his eye, an escape pod.

He entered the pod and strapped himself in. The computer was no longer operational so he couldn't pinpoint where he wanted to go, he just had to point east and hope he landed in friendly territoy. He pressed the eject button, propelling the pod through the air, headed east.