Rainier Story +Apoc worlds+
Night is starting to fall, and the grumbling has begun. Being short on fuel, food, and work, can cause even the most disciplined crew to bitch. Keeping the crew busy has always been the best way to minimize their grousing, but tonight has the makings of a greater-than-usual bitch session.
The circuitous and indirect ride from Bellevue over the past weeks had been trying. Several of their number had been lost. Some from the action of hostile gangers, but more from the weirdness of the greenery - the canopy of trees. They had gone mad. Some wandered off, others just went mad and had to be neutralized.
[For those who went mad and became violent, how were they neutralized or put down? Killed, bound? Abandoned? Other?]
Overall, though, they were a good crew. They did what they were told, and were not inclined to rape and pillage as so many others like them were want to engage in.
From atop the husk of an old, rusted and white delivery van, Rainier can see the streets heading west. And lights. Maybe a half mile more and they'd be where the lights were. A place in old Seattle known as Bell Town. And, the lights ... they were not oil or kerosene, were they? Was that ... were they powered by ... electricity?
Glancing back towards The Bloodless Sons, Rainier noted they were laagering up. It was an old term, one that came from an old man still with the crew. He was German, wasn't he? He had an accent. In any event, he had told Rainier that when they circled their bikes as they did for a perimeter, it was known as a laager. The term had stuck. So, they laagered,
"We need fuckin' gas!" Rainier hears from one of the crew. "These bastards ain't gonna fart us much further without it!"
[Who is speaking? Is he a troublemaker? Or loyal, though complaining? What's his name?]
This was always a concern. Fuel. Most their bikes ran on old gasoline or the new-fangled bio-fuel. But, some required more specialized fuel - and one even used hydrogen cells (fucking VERY rare!). After so many years, the easy fuel has been plundered, and those refining the bio-fuel demanded a lot for their products. Rumor was that Bell Town was rich. Well, that they were civilized, and that was the same thing, right?
"So, how 'bout it, boss? We gonna get some gas?"
The voice from the laager draws Rainier out of his contemplation.
This message was last updated by the player at 23:48, Sat 06 Aug 2022.