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But some things remain
Topic Started: Aug 2 2010, 01:16 PM (1,245 Views)
Cewebwalz
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(Now open to ALL defenders of Bucketown.)

Jesse was inspecting his weapons as he walked backed to Bucketown. His sword was still sharp, considering he barely used it (if at all) during his time spent in the factory. His revolver was loaded, Molotovs filled with toxic fumes, lighter in pocket, and flash bangs…..well, flashy. His hand moved back and fourth over his bald head, his hair only now starting to grow back. He might shave it off for good, considering his dad had some hair loss issues at his age.

Jesse stopped thinking about his father, and turned his attention back to Frank. Although an idiot, he didn’t seem like too bad of a guy. He had leant him a large hide right after the group had left the repenter haven, and he was starting to regret it. It didn’t really matter though. If he didn’t pay him back, Jesse would just put a bullet in his head. Take anything on him, and sell it for profit too.

“So, Frank.” Jesse twirled the six shooter of his in his hand, before placing it back in pants pocket. “What’s going on with you? I think we….fifteen minutes away from bucket own? Not even sure myself. Probably closer.”
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Frank looked at Jesse then back to the hide creeping out of his back pack, he had to stick around to pay the guy back and he intended to, every little hair.
"Well, I gotta stick around, I wanna buy me a repeater or a machine gun with this that you lent me but also some ammo for my laser pistol," he looked at it, truly a prize, he would treasure it for quite some time, having it in working condition only added to his happiness, and perhaps he had found a new friend in Jesse.
Yeh, sure he was a bit rude at times but he was intelligent, and desert smart, even more than Frank.
"I'm gonna go buy my equipment and meet you in the plaza ok?"
Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider
Age: 25-28
SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x]

Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1
Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2)
Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin

Kills 12

Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen.
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Jesse paused. "Nah, you head to the Plaza. I need to set up camp here. Gerade's guards are starting to get pissed at the guys falling asleep in the alleys, and....well I'm one of the guys falling asleep in the alley's. I got to gather some wood or some shit...." Jesse grabbed his sword. It wasn't a windy day. Making a large circle an inch or two deep around his possible camp site, he stepped back. Walking inside the circle, he made several signs that slightly resembled letters, then stepped back. He doubted any one else would have markings distinct as this.

"Anyway, see ya later Frank." Jesse put his sword back inside of it's sheaf. "I'm gonna go start looking for some supplies, maybe kill a dear." He glanced side ways at his hawk Julius. He flicked it's leg, and it flew off, looking for anything nearby for Jesse to eat or hunt.
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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John Marks was walking down the Main Street of Bucket-Town toward Trapper's Trek. He had wanted to buy another knife, and maybe a pipe-rifle, for journeying outside of Bucket Town. The Sun was high in the sky, and everthing was peaceful in Bucket-Town.

One of the Town Deputies nodded too John, and he nodded back. A lot of the Bucket-Town residents were doing there usually activities. Then, two men came up to John.

"We been see in you around, and we haven't properly gave you a warm welcome." said one of the men, "I'm Frank Travismen and this is Colten." The other man, Colten, made a waving gesture to John. John Smiled, "Thank you, and my name's John Marks"

Now, all of the men were smiling, and they started to talk about the weather and all of that junk. They were unaware of the battle that was going to take place.

But not for long......

"I AM THE LAW!!!!"

John Marks

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As gunfire erupted from the town, Jesse Winters peaked over the edge of the hill. A group of raider looking mother fuckers had decided to ravage the place. As he gripped his revolver, he realized something. He’d probably die if he fired on them. A Molotov would take two or three down, but still would leave him undefended. He’d probably die if he attacked.

Thoughts raced through Jesses head. Perhaps he would just wait and watch? Chances are the fight would end soon. But then again, it might not. Eventually, one popped in that didn’t sound too bad. Get help. Jesse was fast enough to reach a town before the battle ended. Unity? That was closest. The ghouls where big time allies of Gerade, the towns where basically partners.

Jesse’s eyes glanced towards the horizon. Wasn’t too far, was it?

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Huffing and puffing, Jesse arrived at Unity Bridge, barely able to stand. Resisting the urge to stand up, he came across the first guard he saw at Unity Bridge. A ghoul with a hunting rifle, smoking a cigarette. He raised his eyebrow, looking at Jesse. Before he could ask, Jesse talked. “Some fucking raiders are attacking Bucketown.” He paused to think up of a reason for him to actually listen. “Gerade told me to get his ass over here and help. There’s at least twenty of em…..” The guard sighed. “Let me go get my boss……”
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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When the Revolutionary Army (led by Hagan), started to attack, it completely caught John off guard. He was still talking to his new friends, Frank and Colten, when they had begun to attack.

"Jesus Christ, what's going on!!!!" yelled Frank, crouching on the ground, and holding his hands over his head. Colten was not cowering, in fact, he was holding his hunting rifle out, and checking the surroundings.

John snapped out of his trance, and assesed the situation. "Frank, I need you to head toward Trapper's Trek, Ok?". Frank looked up at him, terrified, and said "Ok, I will"

He started to run to Trapper's, and then John turned toward Colten. "I need you to come with me, just to see what the fuck is going on, Ok?" Colten nodded, and they started to heading for the Doc' Nance's. The air was full of smoke now, from the firing of bullets. When the got to Doc' Nance's, there was already a couple of Townspeople behind the building.

John and Colten quickly hit the wall, and a man said "Their coming." John inched himself toward the edge of the building, and looked over. There was a couple of raiders heading toward the building, and they needed to act fast. "Ok, were all going to need to start shooting at them, NOW!!!!" yelled John. They started to pelt the Raiders with bullets, and some of them fell.

Now, there was gunfire coming toward the building, machine gun fire. Colten looked over the wall, and fired his hunting rifle. The machine gun fire halted, but there was still Assualt and bolt action rifle fire hitting the building.

John reloaded his pistol and thought, We're going to need help soon

"I AM THE LAW!!!!"

John Marks

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(I had to wait for Merchant to post. I'm sorry that this out of order with the timeline. Also, Munks Molotov was a gas fire. It's a big church, it'll be fine.)

Reginald Shepherd was sitting in Trappers Trek. A few minutes ago he was heavily enjoying the cigar clumped in his hand, and discussing the finer points of good woman with a drunk mercenary, however, that had changed. Gun fire erupted. Everyone in Trappers was on ther feet soon enough, glancing out the window. Trappers son came downstairs, and soon enough the boy tossed a knife at one of the poorly trained attackers outside. It hit him somewhere, but it didn't matter. He was fine, the kid wasn't too well trained. Or just high as shit on Med-X.

Reginald grabbed a hat (he was not sure who was the owner) off of a nearby table, placing it on his head. He tapped Trapper on the back. He had already formed a plan in his head when someone told him the attackers where revolutionaries. "Don't mind me....." Reginald bowed, he doubted the Merchant remembered him. "Just call me the man with the fancy hat. I got a plan. I know what you do with all that weaponry, been hearing too many rumors not too find out myself. I sold you a machine gun a while ago, and I know you ain't been selling shit cause there isn't anything too valuable to sell in here. So here's what I got so far. Grab a machine gun, maybe you have two, from the back. I'm gonna lead the men out there in a grand old trap, just watch. You might not want to, but you will. Expect to get some fellow soldiers up in here...."

Reginald left without another word. He had been told Trapper was stubborn, but once people found out that machine guns where inside, they'd want to use them. Trapper would either agree or kick out everyone clawing for the guns in the backroom. And he doubted he would kick any of the men out into the fight. As he headed towards the main battle, he soon crouched down. Several men where getting pinned down, and he couldn't aproach the cover any further without getting shot. So he yelled at the group. "Hey! Regroup at Trappers once you get the chance!" One of the men (Reginald presumed he was the leader) nodded. Leaving the combat area, Reginald backed up. Part two of plan save Bucketown.

As he headed towards the church, he turned to the left. Some wastelander was looking outside his tent. Reginald and his police coat aproached him, and he quickly jumped back inside of his tent. Reginald sighed. "Don't be afraid, I'm on your side. Might as wlel come out of the tent." The man slowly exited the tent, gripping a shotgun. Reginald chuckled. "Now now friend, I ain't gonna hurt ya. But your armed. Why aren't you helping out the town?" The man shrugged. "I...got a family. They depend on me. I can't die out there!" Reginald frowned. "You know who's attacking friend?" The man shruggged. "Raiders I guess. The guard will fight back." Reginald chuckled. "Not so, comrade. They're split, these guys slaughtered em. But, I'm thinking of a plan. It'll work. These sonbitches want to fuck you and your family, know that? But we ain't gonna let em, are we?" The man looked at the battlefield raging near the bottom of the town. "Nope, I ain't." Reginald smiled, his plan was working well so far. "Well, your damn right you ain't. Go into an empty tent across from Trappers. Tell your friends, tell everyone you know that can fight. What I want you to do is wait there, wait for em to come out into the square. And then, when the guys inside trappers unload, you unload too. Fuck em over. Fuck em side ways, up the ass, any way you like. Your wife and kids in there?" The man nodded. "Well, fuck. Shouldn't have said that. Anyway, you know what tent I'm talking about. Go win a war or some other hard core shit."

Reginald left, walking away from the man. He began to speak, remembering a tribal preacher speaking of hell fire and brimstone like it was a regular occasion to come across. "PEOPLE OF BUCKETOWN! RAIDERS, VAGABONDS, REBELS, DRUGGERS AND ALL AROUND LOW LIFES OF SOCIETIES HAVE COME HERE TODAY! THEY WISH TO KILL, STEAL, AND ALL AROUND MOLEST THE GREAT PEOPLE OF THIS TOWN! DAY IN AND DAY OUT, YOU FACE HUNGER, YOU FACE THE GREAT BEASTS OF THIS WASTELAND, AND FOR WHAT? FOR A GROUP OF VILLANISH BASTERDS TO COME AND TAKE YOUR LIVES, YOUR VERY ESSENCE AWAY FROM YOU? I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS! FIGHT BACK AGAINST THE ATTACKS! FIGHT BACK AGAINST THESE BASTARDS AND THERE GOD DAMN REVOLUTIONS!"

Reginald stopped screaming. He hoped that most of the people hiding in their tents, would at least be a little willed to fight. Then again, some people in Bucketown might not have even heard him. Who knew what was going to happen because of his little speach?

As he went up to the church, he saw four town guards standing outside of the door. The fuck? The towns being attacked and Gerade gave himself two more guards for protection? Bullshit. One of the guards screamed at Reggie. "Get the fuck back! No one goes near Gerade!" Reggie raised his hands in the air. "Look, I ain't a member of them raider fuckers. Do I look like a raider? I'm an old man. Here." Reginald grabbed his energy pistol, and tossed it to the first guard. "Hold onto that. I got a message from Trapper. Wants me to tell Gerade to get his ass over there. I got a way to do it, too." The guard looked supsicous. "Tell me what you're planning. Then I'll think about letting you in." Sighing, Reggie began the process of explaining the plan.

In a minute, he was let in. Another minute and Gerade was wearing a police coat and a stolen hat, Reginald had decided on keeping the energy pistol. He waved to Gerade as he left the building, wearing his disguise. Soon, his old bones took to a jog, and in a few seconds he entered the store. Reginald was hoping what he described to Gerade to tell trapper would work. He hoped it would, at least. Reginald, however, had decided on staying inside. Moving back, he sat ontop of the Altar, and waited for the hell about to arrive.
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Betty had been out and about town that day. She had needed to restock on supplies, and had been looking for Eli for awhile. She had had an interesting couple of days, certainly. She certainly had slightly reformed her ideas on accepting drinks from random strangers, though. Marlowe hadn't turned out to be complete pond scum, but he seemed to be an exception that proved the rule.

She played with the switchblade she had found in her pocket earlier, left by some unknown stranger. Who the hell is Joey Fixit? Well, he wasn't a bad artist. Poor taste in subjects, though. She crumbled up the paper and tossed it aside. Someone else could appreciate the supposed artistry. It wasn't a good thing for a lady to have around, though.

However, before too long she heard gunshots, yelling and screaming. Sounds of a fight. It got progressively louder and louder. She cautiously ran in the direction of the sound, and saw some kind of fight occurring. She couldn't tell what it was over, but it didn't look pretty. Someone yelled something about raiders, but Betty couldn't quite make out the words as he ran by. Didn't matter, Betty had heard enough.

She hoofed it as fast as her legs could go to Bobo's bar. The fight didn't seem to be reaching this side of town yet, and maybe it would be a safe place to hide. Before too long, she arrived, panting hard. She regained what she could of her breath, pulled down her dress a little (the power of cleavage was always strong) and walked inside as purposefully as she could muster.

"There's...some kinda fight goin' on out there. I heard someone scream raiders!" Betty yelled, catching the attention of the patrons seated around.

It seems like it had been a good day to start drinking early. There were many patrons of various size and shape, with equal numbers of weapons. All male, even. There didn't seem to be another woman in sight. Wasn't much of a surprise that all their attentions snapped right to Betty.

"What we supposed to do 'bout it, girly?" Some smart ass called out.

Betty shook her head and shrugged. "I dunno, help protect the town? God knows what could be goin' on out there, but the place is under attack!" Betty shook her head. "Anyone who helps would certainly be a hero to me..."

She smiled coyly at the crowd. They seemed to buy into it, since many chairs scooted.
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At unity bridge
Jesse managed to convince the ghouls to join him. A posse of ghouls are preparing for any fighting, and are readying themselves for the trip to Buckettown. Although they are willing, they've yet to get underway.

Neutral outcome


In and around the Trapper's Trek
Reggie has managed to convince Trapper to outfit some of the men inside, and your urgings have also convinced some of the other residents to hole up in and around it. The trap is being set. Neopatriots are on the way, and flashbangs have stunned many patrons. What the criminal in the center of town will do is unknown.

Positive outcome


Around Doc Nance's
John's orders may have been sound at the time, but they where made in the heat of the moment. Rushing behind Nance's helped thin the first bit of charging raiders, but one of them was perceptive enough to take an ally and sneak around the other end of the building. He sprang from behind, killing one man with a mighty blow from a club. His spear-weilding companion skewered two others, and John was trampled as townpeople ran. This area is now under the attackers control.

John is injured.
Negative outcome


On the path between the church and Trapppers
Gerade has left the church, as per Reggies plan, although it is a perilous journey. He is forced to take cover in the path on the way to Trappers Trek because of stray gunfire.

Neutral outcome


At bobos bar
Betty has rallied a good number of drunken fighters, and they prepare themselves to enter the battle. Their drunkeness might help or hinder, but either way, they're heading out of the bar now, ready to fight.

Positive outcome
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

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(OOC- HE-HE, HA-HA! Now, we got to wait for munks forces to post, alright folks? Now, we just made a posting order. Once they're done posting, you go like this. Golog, Merchant, Clearing, then Me (Cewebwalz). Got it folks? Now, I expect you to ask me anything. And I do mean ANYTHING about the fight with Munks Coalition. Just send me a PM. And if anyone else wants to join the fight, send me a PM as well. I'd be grateful for volunteers.)
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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OOC: When do you want me to start this all, I guess tomorrow? By then I'll have my Kama rifle
Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider
Age: 25-28
SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x]

Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1
Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2)
Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin

Kills 12

Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen.
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She waited for all the men to leave, walking with caution as they each pulled out their guns. Some of them more than one. They were big, they were mean and most of them were piss-drunk. One particularly frisky bar patron smacked Betty's ass on the way out. She decided it would be better not to make a scene about it--better to seem available and willing. It would help with morale. Nothing boosted the spirits like an attractive girl willing to put up with mild sexual harassment.

After they had all exited the building, Betty followed behind them cautiously. She didn't want to get caught in the cross-fire. Dying was low on her list of activities for the day. However, it seems like it hadn't taken long for shit to hit the fan here, as well. A man ran from the direction of trappers, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"THEY'RE HEADIN' FOR THE TRAILER! THEY'RE HEADIN' FOR THE TRAILER! THEY'RE HEADIN' FOR THE GODDAMN TRAILER!" The man took a deep breath before continuing to scream his panicked message. His voice seemed to rise above the entire crowd. A gunshot rang out in the air, Betty nearly jumped out of her skin.

Before she ran in the other direction, she yelled, "HEAD TO THE TRAILER! HEAD TO THE GODDAMN TRAILER!" She pointed frantically in the direction of the trailer. They quickly got the message and started in that direction, while Betty darted into the nearest alley. She ran as quickly as she could, not heeding where she was going, almost running completely blind.

This came to an end when she plowed into an elderly man in a police coat, halting her and sending them both crashing to the ground. The man made a pained noise as Betty landed on top of him. Betty quickly got up, offering a hand to the man in the pre-war police coat, helping him off the ground as well. He kept his head down, shadowing his face.

"Ah shit, I'm sorry, sug. Though I'd fuckin' killed you!" Betty said, patting the man on the arm gently. The man nodded solemnly, lifting his head. His face was awful familiar. Awful awful awful awful fami--"Holy shit! Father Gerade? Are you okay?"

"Your mouth is quite profane for a woman of your age and looks, child," Father Gerade now stood up straight, his face in full view. It was the man himself. Not decked in his usual vestments, though. "Nevermind. Please help me, dear daughter! Some men are after me, you must help me get to safety. They'll kill me--and the whole town will go down with me."

Betty nodded sternly, and began to lead him through the back alley. In the commotion, no one seemed to notice them slip past and into the back door of Bobo's bar.

"Back so soon?" The barkeep said, a slight smirk on his face.

"First time I've heard you say anythin'!" She shook her head. "Don't matter. Please hide this man. He's in deep shit."

"What's in it for me?" The barkeep leaned over the bar.

"Anything, sir. Anything." Father Gerade said, waving his arms desperately.

"Alright...I got a back room. I'll take you there." The barkeep gestured towards a door.

Gerade and the barkeep disappeared in to the back room, leaving Betty in the empty bar alone. She took this time to push around the tables, positioning them in front of the two doors. They were heavy as hell, but she eventually got two shoved into the correct positions.
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John Marks layed on the ground facing the sky. He had just been trampled over, by some retreating Town Folk. This is what I get for helping people out?, he thought. John could still here gun fire, and thought he should get a move on. He started to get up, and he felt a sharp pain in his ankle. He grunted a little, and managed to stand up.

"Ok," he thought aloud, "now what?". He started to look around, checking his surroundings. He could go too Trapper's Trek, or he could go to Doc Nance's. Then, something broke John's thoughts, it was Colten with five other men.

"Are you okay, John; you look like you've been hurt?" asked Colten. John smiled, obviously in pain, and said "I'm good, now, we got to take back Doc' Nance's. We're going to need those medical supplies soon, because not everyone can survive a bullet." The men nodded, and the started to run toward Doc' Nance's.

Then, they started to hear gunshots, directed at them. He heard the sound of a bullet going through the skin, and he determined someone had gotten shot. He kept running for the back wall of Nance's, and didn't look back.

John took out his revolver, and aimed at one of the raiders in the alleyway, and fired. He heard one death moan, which was good.. Now, John's group was back where they had started, the back of Doc' Nance's. "Ok, here's the plan, I need you five guys to guard the outside, while me and Colten secure the inside, got it?

All the men nodded, including one who had just been shot in the arm. John and Colten stood of opposite sides of the door, ready to go in. The door was boarded up, and they couldn't get in. He pointed at two men, "I need you to take this down."

They obeyed the command, and started to take down the boards. When they were almost done (and he wished they would have gotten the last board), a couple assualt rifle rounds went through the door, killing the two men. John quickly kicked in the door, and then hit the wall again.

More gun fire came out the door, and then fell silent. Colten had his .10mm out, and he aimed it over the door, and fired a couple of shots. "Son of a bitch!!!" yelled a raider inside. "Now!!!!" yelled John, and they quickly jumped through the door.

There were four raiders inside the store (including the one who had just been shot). John shot the man who had been shot, to put him out of his misery. Then, Colten started to fire at the Raiders. One of them went down, and another got his in the leg. John had already taken cover behind the counter.

The last standing Raider aimed his rifle at Colten, and fired. Colten's neck exploded like the bullet itself came out of his neck. John didn't need to even need to look twice, Colten was dead. "You evil MOTHER FUCKER!!!!" yelled John in Anger.

John stood up behind the counter, and fired a round. It landed between the Raider's eyes, and he fell back onto the floor. John collapsed behind the counter, and held his hands to his face. Tears started to roll down his cheeks; he had barely know Colten, and he knew they would've been good friends.

The remaining parts of his "group" came running in through the Back Door. One man pushed a piece of furniture beside the door, to make it look like it was still closed. Then, they all took postions behind the counter, two facing each door.

John, after a minute or two of sobbing, got his composer back, and aimed his gun out the door. One of his men was going to run some of these meds to the other Town Folk, and it sure wasn't going to be him, for sure.



"I AM THE LAW!!!!"

John Marks

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Intense fighting drew Frank away from his station guarding a crack in the wall, he had seen little action where he was for the last half an hour and few people had crossed him, he decided to move out with the two men under him.
They traipsed up cautiously and leaned up against the wall, as Frank peaked round he was stunned to see a majority of the enemy up by Finn's settled and smoking but a few where still on edge.
"Right, we realise we're leading this attack so we need to orchestrate a decent attack, load up our weapons, I'll take the first shot with my revolver, then my magneto then my kiga, that way my most reliable weapons will be fired first and hopefully, we'll take a few with us if we go down, you guys need to fire from an elevated position so get up into this building and get ready by the windows."
The two guards nodded and loaded their guns before moving up into the house.
Frank gulped and loaded all his weapons up again, he checked the barrels, assigned the various ammunition and lifted his bandanna up above his mouth.
He made the sign of the cross and clutched his hands together before firing.
The shot came as a surprise to the group and it took a while to realise what had happened but once the man went down and blood began to emanate and congeal with the sand, they sprung into action. Frank steadied his pistol and made an attempt to fire again but as he shot, the group began upturning tables and soon, veritable cover was set up.
This is when the guards cover fire came into effect.
Short bursts began to reel off from the windows, catching two men and killing them outright while another of the raiders was injured and fell back against a wall.
It was obvious that the guards had alerted themselves to the enemies to soon however as one of the offenders raised a machine gun and blasted the men, putting them out of action instantly, whether or not they had been killed was yet to be seen but for now, Frank was alone.
He grasped his magneto and fired off a short blast at the barricades sending wood splints from the table flying. The wood was well worn but Frank didn't have the ammo to waste in making holes, he sat back and waited for someone stupid to come out and be a hero.
They did but it wasn't as planned,
both men starred at each other but Frank fumbled for his pistol an dropped it, the man lunged and pulled a knife of Browning, stabbing him outright into his arm. Frank yelped and grasped his kiga.
After a number of minutes of wrestling, Frank managed to blast the man into oblivion but at what cost. If he wasn't transferred of covered, he was a dead man.

Actions; Injury: arm. Kills: 4 Injuries: 1
Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider
Age: 25-28
SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x]

Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1
Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2)
Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin

Kills 12

Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen.
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