They topped up the vehicles from the fuel they were given by the Convoy to reach Boise. Then with nothing else needing looking into, they departed.

The crossing of the Ghost Storm was easier this time around. There were no potentially fatal incidents, the Templar named Tasmin didn't need to save Jane's life again, Trejo wasn't there to save Roadkill but thankfully it wasn't needed. Whatever discomfort they felt slowly faded away as they began driving east on the shattered remains of I-84.


Marshall's Note: What order for the vehicles? Any other bikes out other than Jason?
This message was last edited by the GM at 11:01, Sat 12 May 2012.

In reply to The Marshall (msg #1):

"Good luck and blessed be. Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again!"

Having done her duty in healing the Posse, Tasmin waved and started to ride off. Unlike them, she was heading north (motorcycle packed as if for a long journey).
This message was last edited by the GM at 11:21, Sat 12 May 2012.

"Bye! Be safe," Smoker called from his perch, waving to Tasmin as she rode off.

Jason rides along side Tasmin til she leaves. "Safe trip Templar. I will see you when you get back to Boise." With that Jason slides a little in front of the little convoy. Keeping about a minute or two ahead of the lead truck mainly to spot bridge outages and roadblocks.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #3):

"See ya templars" Roadkill calls out

He really would like a full on assault with a templar haord but with hostages, Guess you have to go in quiet. He looks around the truck to see who is with him.

"Gillies can you drive us. I want to make sure guns and things are ready to go."

He checks the cab to make sure there are no obvious weak points or things to fall or cut people when people they start jumping in for cover. Also he wants to get the feeling of traveling up top at speed.

"Peter mate, Gillies is in front till we get within range and i will take over driving and pull over and you bikers can decide what you want to do. Jason keep clear of the truck, Gillies can sometimes... be dangerous."
This message was last edited by the player at 16:04, Sat 12 May 2012.

In reply to Roadkill (msg #5):

Ian jumps in the cab of Roadkill's rig.  He take over the "shotgun" position.

"Define dangerous please. Like I have to worry about staying out of the way or keep an eye on the truck if it gets close shoot the tanks and light a match dangerous?" Jason almost sounds like he is joking.

"Nah nothing explosive, just think of Gillies as a blind man wearing lead shoes. You are but a speed bump in the road. It like to go as fast as possible"

In reply to Tasmin the Templar (msg #2):

Rowan bows "may the road and the weather be kind to you, and good fortune ride with you". Rowans hands scetch in formalblessing as once again her fingers glow slightly.
"For my friends life I give you thanks, and respect due to you."
I know full well that i could not have healed the damage she took going through the wall"
Go in peace
This message was last edited by the player at 18:28, Sat 12 May 2012.

"Well that's nice Roadkill. Blind man with lead shoes and you trust him with your rig. That's funny man very funny."

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg #4):


Turning around to pace Jason, Tasmin started to ride slowly as the convoy got itself sorted out.

She carefully passed Smoker's radio over to Jason. Trejo had borrowed it to communicate with the rest of the vehicles while out in front, and now Jason had taken over the role of point man.

"You too, noble Squire. Here, take your friend's radio. Trejo said it belongs to the one named Smoker and he forgot to give it back."

As you may have guessed while you waited, with me gone there are now no more Templars at the Temple aside from Simon. This is why he asked for your friends for help. I must be off in the other direction, although I would rather accompany you or else stay to help prepare Boise."

Accepting Rowan's blessing, Tasmin (probably a fellow Neo-Pagan) called back to her, "Rowan! Yes, the Goddess was working through me to help save Jane. If you had not first started her heart, I would not have been able to repair the damage inside to her liver, pancreas, kidneys, lungs, spinal cord. Her life was a gift that was not destined to end there."
This message was last edited by the GM at 02:53, Sun 13 May 2012.

Smoker's walkie-talkie (loaned to Jason) crackled.

"Excuse-moi! I am not blind, I see in many spectrum. I am a champion Formula One driver, now stuck be'ind the wheel of dis garbage scow. Per'aps I was a little over-aggressive at first, but now I am resigned to my fate and drive like Roadkill. As if I were a little old lady on 'er way to Church on Sunday in Trois-Rivières."

The robot autopilot took over, moving the rig carefully in front of Peter but behind Jason. This was the last known order of march so until it was changed, Gilles would try to conform to this.

In reply to Gilles the Driver Bot (msg #12):

Ian laughs at the comment from Gilles, "The way you drive I bet that little old lady was a menace to the poor SQ offices."

You can tell he is trying to bring a bit of humor and light up the mood.
This message was last edited by the player at 02:36, Mon 14 May 2012.

After checking the channel on the loaned walkie Jason switches his headset over and responds. "Hey Gilles pull over I got Smoker's radio. Gotta get it back to him boss' orders. Wanna chat about your Formula One days on frequency 4.2 Baker. Call that Mark II. This will be Mark I." assuming that Gilles pulls over then Jason climbs part way up and tosses the radio to Smoker. "Trejo wanted you to have that back." Jason turns and mounts the bike that he seems to have inherited.

On his best behaviour, Gilles pulled over to let Jason return Smoker's radio to him. Now all parties were in communication. (Jason with a headset in the lead, the CB in the cab along with Gilles, Smoker on the roof of the trailer and Peter's truck CB and IBS helmet radio.)

As requested, Gilles switched to the Mark 2 channel. "D'accord. I was programmed by using driving algorithms based on a Forumla One driver from Quebec named "Gilles Villeneuve". He was one of the best in the world, very aggressive. Until he died during a race a hundred years ago. A Junker named Misha downloaded part of the AI code from an ancient computer racing simulation to program me.

"I see in visible light and infrared, I have a built-in radio, can listen and of course speak. But I do need to be rechared by a Junker after 10 hours of minimal drain, 4.5 hours with everything on. Right now I am at 92% charge."

In the cab, Roadkill (listening or not) noted the LED display for Gilles' battery was at 9 bars.

As was usual for their driving order in the past, and true to their current mission, Peter brought up the rear with his technical. He kept distance from Roadkill's rig, just in case of any potential problems or accidents....he didn't want to be running into the back of the rig because he didn't leave himself enough room to manuever. But he kept up and vaguely listened to the radio chatter, mostly tuning it out. For once, he kept his eyes on the road and didn't glance back at Jane at all while he was driving. He seemed focused or determined or maybe just angry. It was hard to tell.

In reply to Gilles the Driver Bot (msg #15):

Sitting up the top of the truck Roadkill thinks
'this isn't so bad, the fresh air the view, the *pufft* "The bugs! Screw this i'm taking the driving seat again"

Before he knows it the truck pulls over and Jason hands over the radio. A good time to get back in the seat. Still wanting a break Roadkill lets Villeneuve drive for the next hour before taking over

1315 Hours

As the Posse left Boise (and Tasmin resumed heading northwards), the clouds overhead became darker and soon, a cold rain was again pouring down on them.

I-84 was not a pleasant drive. It followed the Snake River Plain in a half circle from Boise down to Twin Falls and clear through to Montana. To the north of the highway are tall mountains, and to the south is the Snake River along with numerous canyons and vast expanses of soggy prairie.

The rain from the mountains washes down through the plateau to the river and constantly warps the highway. The convoy regularly splashes through massive pools of water from backed up drainage culverts blocked by debris.

During more civilized times (that is, before and during the period of all-out war between North and South) Idaho DOT road crews and the US Army Corps of Engineers kept it in good condition. These days, between the water, the ghost-rock craters, and the damage caused by occasional battles of the Last War, it’s more like an obstacle course than a road. It’s 130 or so miles from Boise to Twin Falls. It’s 130 or so miles from Boise to Twin Falls. Daphne made good time on her bike — about five hours, as it’s relatively easy to swerve through the wrecked cars and debris occasionally blocking the Interstate on a 2-wheeler.


Traveling in the technical and rig they wouldn't get there in nearly the same time. In fact, their overall speed was about halved. They would arrive in the morning. For this night, they'd just have to pull off the road and sleep in their vehicles if they couldn't find a convenient building.

Marshall's Note: I need 1 Drivin' roll from each driver. The Rig and the Technical have Handling -1 (so Roadkill and Peter each have a -1 penalty), the bike has a Handling of +3 (so Jason's Drivin' roll is +3). TN is 5 (Fair). Post rolls with IC posts or in the Roll thread.

Smoker, Rowan and Jane can all make Difficult (TN 9) Searchin' checks to locate some kind of structure near (but not too near the road) to camp in, otherwise, it's the vehicles.
This message was last edited by the GM at 12:15, Mon 14 May 2012.

In reply to The Marshall (msg #18):

"What a place" Roadkill sees the destruction all around and when driving the rig turns and swerves as if he has it on a string.

"I kind of want to be sleeping in this truck and not in a semi destroyed place i think, what you think Ian"
This message was last edited by the player at 12:44, Mon 14 May 2012.

As the rain sets in it gets harder to see for any good distance. Jason barely slows though winding up nearly ten minutes ahead at one point. He waits until he sees the rig's headlights then continues on slower than before.

Smoker huddles down, pulling his shemagh over his head, and peers through the rain.

Looking at the rain, Ian says, "Ya, at least we know that the cab is dry.  If we are going to rescue the hostages I would like to see every one have some half decent sleep."

In reply to Sgt. Ian Sullivan (msg #22):

Due to a lack of glass, the inside of the vehicle cabs were not particularly dry. The armoured shutters needed to be open wide to see the road and so let in a great deal of rain. Although, it was better than being on the trailer (Smoker), riding (Jason) or in the back of the technical (Jane and Rowan) despite having rain gear.

Peter, dressed in his IBS, was probably the most dry. Roadkill and Sullivan had rain blown into their faces through the vision ports. Rowan and Jane huddled under a rain tarp in the back of the technical but still needed to keep their heads out to keep watch, and Smoker did the same on top of the trailer. Jason was the most wet as he not only had to contend with the torrential rain but massive pools of runoff.

A section of intact roof overhead and a fire would do wonders. Once they stopped and rain wasn't being blown into the vehicle cabs they would provide reasonable shelter. Roadkill's sleeping compartment remained relatively dry as would the inside of the trailer.

Peter got out and stretched once they found a spot to park for the night. He didn't relish driving at night or in rain, but both was far worse. So he was glad they were stopping, even though it would make them not reach their destination until later.

He looked at Jane and Rowan. "My apologies, ladies. I would install a topper to the back but then we'd have to work something out for the very large gun."

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #24):

Jane grinned down at Peter.  "That's ok.  It saves on showers and baby is getting used to it by now."

Jane leaned over the edge of the truck and spoke in a softer tone.  "Besides you'll get to dry me off later."

In reply to Jane Guin (msg #25):

Usually, the convoy would find a structure to camp in, build a fire to dry off. They wanted to spend as much time on the road as possible, so they pushed it until the darkness started to fall. And fall it did, quickly, due to the heavy rain clouds. Dark mountains reared on their left, the Snake river rumbled angrily on their right.

Smoker, Jane and Rowan peered through the rain, looking for trouble (which was  less likely due to the rain) or maybe some shelter. None of the watchers on the vehicles was able to spot a suitable building or structure. The plains between the mountains and river were empty except for the odd ruined town or burned-out farmstead or ranch.

Roadkill and Peter seemed to be in favour of sleeping in their vehicles. This had the advantage of being convenient. The technical would really only sleep 3 at most (2 in the front bucket seats, 1 on the bench in back) and not particularly comfortably as the seats wouldn't allow you to stretch out all that much. As well, the technical was now more bulletproof than waterproof! The rig was more comfortable. The sleeper compartment behind the cab would sleep 1 comfortably, while of course everyone could sleep in the trailer. Unfortunately, you couldn't light a fire in the back of the trailer, or at least not a big one (and the rear doors would have to be open). You could still light a fire beside the vehicles (or in between) and put a tarp over to keep the rain off, but still wet.

Jason had more luck than the other searchers just as the last of the light died under dark rainclouds. Just before Glenns Ferry he spotted a small trailer park in a gully just off the Interstate to the right. Before the war it must have been a pretty sad place to live, with a few dead trees and barren hills with scattered clumps of tough desert grass and salal (bushes). Now everything was all brown and muddy.

There were some intact double-wide trailers that they could hide the vehicles between. Some of the trailers looked intact enough to provide shelter. Typically, bandits liked to tag their turf to show ownership but all the tags and graffiti sprawled on the trailers looked old and weathered, this was not likely the current home of some road gang. Jason didn't see any lights or smell any smoke.

Marshall's Note: It's either the trailer park or the open prairie. Let me know your choice. As mentioned the vehicles are more bulletproof than weatherproof so they probably won't be as comfortable as a building with an intact roof. Of course, buildings might be occupied.

https://maps.google.com/maps/m...pn=0.008042,0.013111
This message was last updated by the GM at 19:31, Tue 15 May 2012.

In reply to Brother Edgar (msg #26):

Ian looks over the gang tags at the Trailer Park, he quickly checks a note books and not seeing any "known" active gangs on the tags he thinks that there has been no major recent activity there.

The trailers look drier then just sitting in the vehicles over the evening.

Peter opened his mouth to reply to Jane but then stopped himself. Saying something about her being wet just seemed a bit too on the nose. He snorted in asmuement and then found a pair of trailers to hide his technical behind, picking one that looked sturdy and would provide shelter inside nearby. He would sleep there.

Jason as point man arrived a few minutes before everyone else. As the rest are pulling in to the Pointe Vista Village. He spots a series of trailers that look slightly less shabby than the rest. "Guys I found a trio of trailers a little further in. Two are serviceable but the third is the find. It has a fireplace that has been adapted. It would be nice to be dry tonight." Jason gives directions to the trailers.

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg #29):

Rowan joins the Squire in finding some where for them to sleep, as far as she is concerned the back of the Semi will do fine on the road, next to her bike
This message was last edited by the GM at 20:46, Tue 15 May 2012.

Jane's smile grew wider as she saw Peter's mouth open to say something but then shut.  "I'll stay by Peter and the technical tonight.  You guys can find me there if you need me.  Hopefully I will be dry by then."

"A fire would be nice to dry out, I'm soaked... as usual. Why cannot we live someplace the sun shines?" grumbled Smoker, scrambing down to investigate.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #32):

There's not much left of the destroyed trailer park.

Smoker and Jason find a parked trailer that's mostly intact and dry inside. It's been used as a camping area before. There's a fireplace in one end with a crude smoke hood, and a separate room for sleeping. Aside from a funky smell (nothing unusual) and considerable mold, it's as dry and comfortable or more than anywhere else.

It was now pitch dark due to the heavy rain. Everyone else had chosen a place to sack out. Jason started a fire, clothes were hung to dry. He settled in next to the fire. Peter and Jane were in the rear sleeping area and he wanted to give them some privacy. Smoker, Rowan and Sullivan were in the rear of the rig's trailer, which was dry if not particularly warm. Roadkill locked himself in the cab and retired to his bed in the sleeper compartment.
This message was last edited by the GM at 03:23, Thu 17 May 2012.

Peter brought a towel out of one of his bags. He gave a very innocent looking smile to Jane when they were alone. "I now you wanted to get dry, so I brought this for you."

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #34):

Jane grinned as she walked over to Peter.  I thought that you'd help dry me off.  You mean I have to do it all myself?  Besides you owe me a kiss if I remember right."

Jane stood there waiting.  A promise was a promise and this was one that she totally intended to collect on.

He held the towel out towards her but lengthwise in both hands as if to envelop her in it. He couldn't hold the expression any longer and started chuckling. "Ohhhh I wouldn't be mean enough to make you shiver yourself. Once you are dry, I'll reluctantly share my body heat with you." He smiled at her. "Now strip.....out of the wet clothes so we can get you dry." And maybe wet again. He held off the kiss deliberately while he made her get dry first.

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #36):

Over in the rig's sleeper cab, Roadkill slept, tortured by his own dream.

He awoke with a start, hearing some metallic scratching at the rig's passenger side door. The scratching continued as he got his wits about him.

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Interstate 84

                             Semi-Intact Double-Wide Trailer
                         _______________________________________
       _________        | J P    |                      Fire    |
      |         |       |        |                  S           |
      |      MG |       |        ]_____                         |
      |_________|       |        |W/C             |(Living Room)|
       Technical        |________|_____|______   _|_____________|


                 _________________________________________    _____..____
                :    N                          Hoverbike |==| R     \   D
                |            Rt                           |  |        \   D
                |    I                                    |  |        /   D
                :_________________________________________|==|_____  /___D
                                        Rig                       ?``



0          5         10 yds.
|__________|__________|

R = Roadkill
S = Jason Sinclair
J = Jane
P = Peter
N = Smoker Nix
I = Sgt. Ian Sullivan
Rt= Rowan/Trickster

? = ?
This message was last edited by the GM at 04:58, Thu 17 May 2012.

Smoker is sprawled on his back, snoring...

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #38):

Waking up from his dreaming/nightmares he hears the scratching.

"Whaat *yawn* Trickster get!"

He waits a bit and get annoyed at Tricksters annoyance and bangs on the back of the Cab, even though he knows it wouldn't wake Rowan up, it at least made him feel better.

"I am going to blow your puppies head off if you don't get him!"

He checks the shells in his shotgun
This message was last edited by the player at 12:33, Thu 17 May 2012.

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #36):

Torture works both ways and if Peter was going to make her wait to get dry she would make him wait too.  She slowly peeled out of the wet clothes and moved to hang them up to dry before returning to his arms for drying off and the promised kiss.

"You are so generous to share your body heat.  I'll take you up on that offer."  She grinned and during the night if (when) his nightmares returned she would try to pull him closer to give of her heat.  She had wanted to do this many times for she knew that he didn't sleep well and hoped that having her there would give him a couple more minutes.  She hoped more but then she had already had her miracle today and didn't want to strain any good karma points by asking for more.

In reply to Roadkill (msg #39):

Although the rain had slowed in the predawn hour, it hadn't stopped entirely. This served to muffle sounds more than a few feet away.

Nearby, in the double-wide trailer, Jason awoke to Roadkill's mumbled warning. Eyes closed, Trickster lay beside Rowan but pricked up his ears. Everyone else slept on, if uneasily.

Inside the sleeper, Roadkill realised it couldn't possibly be the shy semi-feral coyote that Rowan befriended when a hand reached through the side window shutter (which he'd locked as a matter of course) and slid  back the bolt on the passenger side door, unsecuring it.

Marshall's Note: Due to a host of factors the rig, like most, is secured by deadbolts, not mechanical or electronic key locks (which are rare after the Final War).

Roadkill and Jason need to make Quickness checks.

Rowan, Smoker, Sullivan, Jane and Peter can make Fair (TN 5) Cognition checks to be awake and aware enough to react next turn.
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:32, Fri 18 May 2012.

The hand looked human-enough in the darkness. As Roadkill checked his shotgun and decided what to do, the door opened and a bulky man-sized shape swarmed in. A foul smell washed over him, reeking of spoiled meat and decay.

He glimpsed some kind of large autocannon on its back, a gleam of surgical steel held in a rotting hand.

"Your penis and testicles... I neeeeeed them to be complete.... give them to me, pleeeeease....."

The horrifying patchwork figure looked like a man. Or the roughly-matched parts of several men stitched together in a surgical manner. Possibly a woman or two in there, somewhere.

Thing? (Queen)
Sharp Scalpel
At passenger door of rig
2 Actions: Unlock door, climb in and Overawe attempt. Resist using Guts (add +2 for Grit) TN 3.
This message was last edited by the GM at 02:41, Fri 18 May 2012.

Peter laughed and toweled Jane off, then gave her the promised kiss. He snuggled up to her as they slept....but as usual the sleep wasn't good. He hated his subconscious. It always fucked with him as hard as it could.

The beach again. The truck. But this was different. No bodies, bad guys or destroyed wrecks. He wasn't sure but he was fairly certain that he felt more creeped out by it being pleased than he did when it was angry. It had liked what he had said? Its urgings were too familiar to his own. He shuddered.

Waking up to banging from the area of the rig Jason starts to doze back off when he hears Roadkill yelling about a coyote. Damned coyotes always finding a way to survive off of nothing. One less stupid mongrel wouldn't hurt a damned thing. Standing up rather groggily Jason checks the P90c and flicks safety off flashlight on. And prepares to hunt varmint.

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg #44):

Roadkill thankful for having his gun already ready throws caution to the wind and fires both barrels at the hulking freak show he sees before him.

With his ears ringing and not giving a hoot about if the beast was standing or not, he went for the door trying to quickly get out of the truck.

Roadkill (Jack: 4 Actions)
Sawed-Off Shotgun (2/2)
Sleeper compartment
1st Action: Fire both barrels at freak
2nd Action: Move to door, open bolt, get the hell out!
3rd Action: Finally open door.
4th Action: Sleeve Card
This message was last edited by the GM at 10:37, Fri 18 May 2012.

Roadkill triggered both barrels into the thing. The explosion in the close space deafened him. Roadkill: -2 shot shells, weapon is now empty.

Both buckshot charges hit the target in the head, shredding its outer covering of skin and tissue on its face in a spray of hot steel. Exposing the steel underneath. Whatever it was rocked back, clearly affected by the buckshot, but not dead by any means.

At that point, however, Roadkill was struggling with the deadbolt and heavy driver side door, trying to get it open. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, he finally succeeded and shot the bolt back while shoving the door with all his might, almost falling into a fast-approaching Jason (carrying a compact SMG with flashlight attached). Ears ringing, Roadkill went to one knee in the mud while Jason skidded to a stop in front of him.

New Turn: Everyone is awake. Those who succeeded their previous Cognition Checks (I think that's only Peter, and maybe Smoker if he makes his roll) can function right away, those who didn't are still awake but must take an Action getting up. Remember, drawing a weapon takes an Action.
This message was last edited by the GM at 10:38, Fri 18 May 2012.

Smoker struggles awake, wondering what all the racket is about.

"Keep it down out there..." he mumbles, not moving yet.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #47):

Ian hears the shot gun going off, he shakes himself awake.

He grabs his SMG checks the mag and the flash light on it.  Over the radio in his helmet he calls out, "What is happening?"

Silence came from inside the cab. Then a creak as the far passenger door was opened, and a squelch of footsteps in the mud, heading off into the darkness.

Rowan rolls out of her blankets
"You know trickster one day a good nights sleep will be in Order, what can you sense little friend"
This message was last edited by the GM at 20:57, Sat 19 May 2012.

Smoker remains sprawled where he is, listening and wishing he could go back to sleep.

Smoker (Six: 1 Action)
No weapon in hand
Rear of rig trailer
1 Action: Sleeve Card
This message was last edited by the GM at 21:17, Sat 19 May 2012.

"Everyone hold position please I don't want to shoot you on accident. Something attacked Roadkill. Gonna see what." Jason says into his radio. He quickly climbs to the open cab and then through after the thing.

Jason Sinclair
                 FN P90c (24/24)
                  Action 1 climb into cab
                Action 2 climb out on far side
                Action 3 Hold Action

Peter doesn't know yet what's going on. He heard what sounded like gun shots, a shotgun shot to be more exact. He reaches down to pull his own auto-shotgun into his hands and looks around. "Jane! Wake up! We got trouble!"

Peter (1 Action)
Auto-Shotgun (15/15 +7 slugs)
Location: Trailer
Action 1 Draw weapon

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #53):

Jane slowly comes awake, finding that she liked being next to Peter but didn't want to move yet.  His words of "We got trouble" helped her assemble her thoughts fast.

She finally rolled and reached for her SAW.

Jane (1 Action)
Location: Trailer
Action 1 Draw weapon
This message was last edited by the player at 00:51, Sun 20 May 2012.

Ian hears that over the radio, and moves over to Rowan to relay the message(OOC, she does not have a radio?)

H&K MP5 (30/30)
Action 1 Draw Weapon
Action 2 Move to Rowan and relay the message quietly.

The coyote sniffed the air.

"Something smells really bad out there! If it wasn't so rainy out I'd find a safer place to hide, like outside. 'Scuze me." Trickster slunk off to the hoverbike that was parked in the front of the trailer.

The rain still drummed down on the metal roof of the rig and trailer, and the nearby mobile home, slightly less than before but still cold.

Leaving a stunned Roadkill to stand there holding an empty shotgun, Jason climbed into and cleared the rig's cab. It smelled terrible inside, a mix of gunsmoke and rotting flesh. Scraps of tissue and an unidentifiable fluid decorated the passenger seat area, on the inside of the door, on the cracked seat and in the footwell. Then he plunged into the darkness on the other side, feet squelching in the mud. His tac-light beam was swallowed in the night.

Slowly, the rest of the camp came awake. No one other than Jason seemed eager to pursue whatever it was that Roadkill shot at, instead basically holding their positions.

Marshall's Note: New Turn, need Quickness Checks for new Actions.

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Interstate 84

                             Semi-Intact Double-Wide Trailer
                         _______________________________________
       _________        | J P    |                      Fire    |
      |         |       |        |                              |
      |     (MG)|       |       \______                         |
      |_________|       |        |W/C /           |(Living Room)|
       Technical        |________|_____|______   _|_____________|
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                 _________________________________________    ____ \_____
                :    N                          Hoverbike |==|       \   D
                |            R                      t     |  |        \   D
                |    I                                    |  |        /   D
                :_________________________________________|==|____  _/___D
                                        Rig                     R  /
                                                                  J



0          5         10 yds.
|__________|__________|

R = Roadkill
S = Jason Sinclair
J = Jane
P = Peter
N = Smoker Nix
I = Sgt. Ian Sullivan
Rt= Rowan/Trickster

? = ?
This message was last edited by the GM at 09:04, Tue 22 May 2012.

In reply to The Marshall (msg #57):

Roadkill followed through the cab to get his Mossberg 500 with tac light and jumps out the other door behind jason.

"It wanted balls Jas, it wanted may glorious manhood." Roadkill looks to Jason and shrugs "you know how to find it"

Roadkill looks on not having any idea how to find the thing.

Roadkill (three: 1 Actions)
Mossberg 500 (8/8)
Going through cab
1st Action: moving into truck and getting Mossberg 500
2nd Action (Sleeve card): Jumping out and talking to Jason
This message was last edited by the player at 02:30, Tue 22 May 2012.

If whatever it was had left, Smoker decided to go back to sleep rather than fret about it.

"C'mon, let's go see what's goin' on. You better get to the truck in case there's big trouble." He headed outside from the trailer and looked around to see what was going on.

Peter (2 Actions)
Auto-Shotgun (15/15 +7 slugs)
Location: Just outside of Trailer
Action 1: Movement and talking to Jane
Action 2: Looking for what was shot at.
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:32, Wed 23 May 2012.

In reply to Trickster (msg #56):

Rowan Chuckles holding her Ak and looking out into the darknesss.
" Can not say I blame you trickste, If you get into the side box on the bike you should be out of sight".

"Every one okay" she asks of the group?

Rowan (King: 1 Action)
AK (30/30)
Rear of trailer
Action 1: Ready AK while moving to door, talking.
This message was last edited by the GM at 23:43, Tue 22 May 2012.

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #61):

"What the fuck are you guys laughing about! Smoker! get your arse up or I will shot you in the the god damned balls you bitch!"

It is beyound him that the fact that something attacks and no one gives a shit. He thinks of Trejo and the Colonial and how it might have been better to be with those that understand that death is staring them in the face.


<OOC  I kind of forgot we are still in combat still. edited down>
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"Rats! Whatever it was, it's gone. Is there any threat now?" grumbles Smoker as he scrambles up and looks round blearily.

Smoker (King, 2 Actions)
Unarmed
Rear of Trailer
Action 1: Wait
Action 2: See later post

This message was last edited by the GM at 09:26, Tue 22 May 2012.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #63):

rowan contines to Kneal by the door of the truck ( still inside the rear of the semi.)
She looks at Smoker "My little friend coments the badness is still out there"
This message was last edited by the GM at 09:08, Tue 22 May 2012.

  When Roadkill starts his little rant Jason snorts. "You keep it up I might let whatever it was come back." Jason laughs. He checks his load out turns on the laser sight and starts walking a short way straight in front of him.

OOC: Jason Sinclair
   FN P90c (24/24)
   Sleeved card: move and check weapon
    1st Action: Repeat Search check (.  )
    2nd Action: Aim
    3rd Action: Held 

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg #65):

Ian looks over to Smoker and says, "I am not sure if it is gone, cover me when I open the down and check on what is happening in the back of the rig"

Ian opens the back door of the rig and looks around.  He will keep the flash light turned off at this time.

SMG (30/30)
1st action open rig back door while talking
2nd action search the area
3rd sleeve card
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:43, Wed 23 May 2012.

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #60):

Jane nodded to Peter.  When she can, she makes her way to the truck and check out that things are ok.

Jane (Ten, 4 Actions)
HI SAW (60/60)
Mobile Home
Action 1: Wait (talks to Peter, simple "0 Action")
Action 2: Move to Truck (running, 16 yards). Doesn't quite make it, Picks up Pace (+3 yds).
Action 3: 19 of 20 yards, almost there, picks up pace again (+4 yards).
Action 4: Vaults into truck bed (makes Fair EN5 Nimbleness check)

This message was last edited by the GM at 00:38, Wed 23 May 2012.

Roadkill is unsure on what to do. Should he stay or go he thinks.
Looking around he has no idea on what is out there.


Roadkill (Six: 2 Actions)
Mossberg (8/8)
1st action Talking while Searching with via guns light
2nd Action: Sleeve Card
This message was last edited by the GM at 09:33, Tue 22 May 2012.

"All right, Ian."

Smoker draws his handgun and peers out dutifully.

Smoker (Five, 1 Action)
.357 Magnum Colt Python (6/6)
Rear of Trailer
Action 1: Waited
Action 2: Move to rear door, draw revolver.

This message was last edited by the GM at 09:28, Tue 22 May 2012.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #69):

Patchy was pissed at not only missing the opportunity to harvest Roadkill's genitalia, that bastard had shot off his face!

Damn him, he's going to pay!

Running away in shame and anger, he slowed to a walk by a bushes, then stopped and turned around to look back.

With rising anger saw flashlight beams playing around, looking for him. Well, you found me, fuckers!

"YOU LITTLE BITCH, YOU OWE ME A FACE NOW, TOO!"

He deployed his 12mm minigun and aimed at the bobbing flashlights, firing on full-auto. With horror, Roadkill and Jason saw a machinegun opened up at them from close range, a stream of pink (Hellstromme Industries standard) tracers screaming out of the darkness at them. They heard the whine of a minigun's electric motor, bullets whanging off the truck around and behind them...


Patchy (Deuce 2 Actions + Hole Card)
12mm HI Minigun (120/120)
20 yards from truck
Action 1: Draw 12mm Minigun
Action 2: Fire full Autofire (ROF 9) at Roadkill and Jason.
This message was last edited by the GM at 10:32, Tue 22 May 2012.

  As Jason dives behind the rig he yells at Roadkill "If you and me get out of this I will personally shoot you in the butt. Do hear me you blasted Yankee?" his Southern drawl is very pronounced when he says this. As he is diving he kills the flashlight.

"Did you hea....



Jason was quick but Roadkill was on the back foot and as he turned, something caught the peak of his hat, knocking it to the ground.
Roadkill takes a few quick steps to the cab and jumps inside the truck for cover. Hoping it won't be torn apart by the minigun.



"Why does everyone want to do stuff to my body!"

Roadkill (Dodging)
Taking cover in the trucks cab
Mossberg (8/8)
Dodging

People started to slowly come awake, draw their weapons.

Exiting the mobile home, Peter asked Jane to man the .50. Jane sprinted by him, heading for the technical, vaulting into the truck bed.

Inside the rig's trailer, Sullivan and Smoker drew their weapons and moved to the rear doors and looked out into the darkness. Rowan readied her AK and moved to the door as well, relaying what Trickster (her "pet" coyote) had told her. The red dot of the rifle laser played into the darkness.

Outside by the rig, Jason and Roadkill pursued the mysterious figure back through the cab of the truck. They stood, peering into the darkness. It became terrifyingly obvious that the fight wasn't over when there was a roar of minigun fire and whanging of bullets off the rig's armoured sides as pink tracers streaked towards them in the darkness. As the incoming fire seemed to be primarily aimed at Roadkill, he dove into the open cab door to escape them.


NEW TURN: Please post Initiative.

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Interstate 84

                             Semi-Intact Mobile Home
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      |    (MG)J|       |       \______                         |
      |_________|       |        |W/C /           |(Living Room)|
       Technical        |________|_____|______   _|_____________|
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              --: N                             Hoverbike |==|       \   D
                .  R                                t     |  |        \   D
                .I                                        |  |        /   D
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0          5         10 yds.
|__________|__________|

R = Roadkill
S = Jason Sinclair
J = Jane
P = Peter
N = Smoker Nix
I = Sgt. Ian Sullivan
Rt= Rowan/Trickster

T = Patchy
This message was last edited by the GM at 06:46, Thu 24 May 2012.

In reply to The Marshall (msg #73):

rowan looks at the other two. her hand wavers back and forth, in an uncertainty way as she covers the door hlding her action


Rowan (Ace, 2 Actions)
AK-47 (30/30)
Rear of trailer
Action: Sleeve Card
This message was last edited by the GM at 20:30, Wed 23 May 2012.

As the rounds from the 12mm tracer rounds start zipping past Jason starts running. He takes cover around the front of the semi. He turns and aims then fires a burst from his P90c.

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg #75):

Jane had her SAW slung over her shoulder as she had climbed into the technical so that she was able to get Baby ready.  Once that was ready she quickly started to search for a target using her flashlight and if she were lucky enough to find one (obviously not one of her party) then she'd be ready to fire a six round burst...otherwise she'd hold.

Jane (3 Actions)
M2HB  "Baby" (93/105)
Location: back of Technical
Action 1: Ready MG
Action 2: Search for Target (with flashlight)
Action 3: Fire 6 round burst if find target, otherwise hold.

Smoker continues to observe from the back of the rig, weapon in hand.

Smoker (Five, 2 Actions)
Colt Python (6/6)
Rear of trailer
Action 1: Search
Action 2: Sleeve Card
This message was last edited by the GM at 12:18, Fri 25 May 2012.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #77):

Roadkill thinks about moving the truck or at least getting Gillies to do so. He tries to close the door and then go out the other door to get an idea where everyone is.

Roadkill (Card 5: 2 actions)
Closing door and getting out on the far side of the cab
Mossberg (8/8)
Action 1: carefully close door
Action 2: Get to the other door and reload shotgun

In reply to Roadkill (msg #78):

After hearing the mini-gun go off Ian decides to not become a target of it.  He moves up to Smoker and says very quietly, "We need some way to get the team together.  That thing will chew us apart"

Ian (1 action + 1 sleeved card)
M4 (20/20)
Action 1: move and talk with Smoker while keeping an eye out for the attacker.

Closing the passenger door, Roadkill exited out the far side. Jason was nearby, leaning around the front of the rig, protected by the engine block and ram plate.

Everyone seemed to be in a degree of cover, as far as Roadkill could see. Peter was behind the truck, Jane was in the back of the technical, manning the Ma-Deuce and sweeping the darkness with her flashlight. Rowan, Sullivan and Smoker were hidden in the back of the trailer. Jason, of course, was beside him.

In the light of his flashlight, Jason saw a figure in rags standing about 20 yards away. Holding a minigun, steam hissing off the barrels as rain struck it. It appeared to be missing it's head. A wisp of smoke curled up from the stump of the neck, as well as the odd spark.

Marshall's Note: Okay, now combat's over.

"Shooter is down guys. Repeat Shooter is down." Jason walks over to the body keeping it covered with the P90c until he gets close enough to be sure it didn't have a second head or something.

Peter looked around but didn't see what was causing the disturbance. He was about to call out to ask what the hell was going on. That was about the time the minigun went off. Peter hit the deck, knowing the difference between his own machinegun and that thing firing their way. But it wasn't shooting at him. He got back up into a crouch and the thing was dead by the time he brought his gun up to bear again.

"I'm gettin' too old for this shit."

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #82):

Jane chuckled at Peter's comment.  "That's ok.  I'm sure there will be more opportunities for you to shoot things.  Besides, out here?  Dead does not always mean dead."

Roadkill looks towards Jason.
"What, are you kidding? Who fired? who killed it?"

Roadkill looks around again confused.

"It just fired that gun, did it shoot itself?"

Roadkill heads towards the front of the truck and points his gun at 'the thing' to help light on it.

Jane doesn't immediately stand down.  She hadn't been kidding when she had told Peter that in the area they were at some things weren't dead when they appeared to be.  It was better to stay on guard longer just in case.  Besides, she was still pissed off for them waking her up when she had been snuggled so nicely into Peter.  That by itself was grounds to want to shoot something.

  "Yeah no idea Roadkill it is missing it's head and it had one when it shot at us. It has sparks as well as blood shootin out of his neck. No idea what it is at the moment. The minigun is Hellstrome Industries. His head is just gone. Not shot off plain ol' gone."

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg #86):

Ian hops out of the trailer looks around.  "I hope that was the only one around here.  Anyone heard of anything like this?"

In reply to Sgt. Ian Sullivan (msg #87):

replying to Ian

"no idea. It wanted body parts and can handle a shotgun blast from point blank"

roadkill keeps his moss pointed at the figure as he moves towards it

"i got this side Jason"

Still wary he makes sure to arch to his left so as not to be walking directly towards the mini guns current firing position.
This message was last edited by the player at 09:48, Mon 28 May 2012.

Head banger going off is Rowans opinion

There didn't appear to be any more of what it was out there.

Whatever it was... it was wearing rags for clothes. With waxy white skin gleamed in the rain. Aside from the smoking 12mm Minigun clutched in its dead hands, there were no other visible weapons. The linkless auto-feed ammo belt fed under his left arm to a backpack. Some sort of stubby boxlike shape peeked over the left shoulder.

Smoker hops down and comes over, cautiously. There might be something worth scavenging, after all.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #91):

Smoker approached the eerily-frozen figure. The man appeared to be an automaton underneath the patchwork human skin.

It's head was there, it had just had just tipped back and fallen off, laying behind it's feet. Aside from the minigun it had a box-like grenade launcher sticking up behind the left shoulder, from the ammo backpack.

Fascinating... what kind of control mechanisms does it have? Smoker's curiousity got the better of him as he took a closer look.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #93):

Ian, using his flash light is looking around as well.  He is making sure that what ever it was was alone.

In reply to Sgt. Ian Sullivan (msg #94):

Jane still stays with Baby although it is uncertain if it is because Peter was there, Baby was there and a bigger gun than the SAW, or she just didn't want to go looking at anything creepy right now.  They were all valid reasons and she could even add on to it that she didn't trust something not to jump out at them.  In the end she still kept searching with the flashlight and stayed on watch while the others decided if it was safe(r) or not.

"Well that's nice. It's a Tin Man. A rogue Combine Automaton that grafts body parts onto itself. Means the gear is likely chipped. Jane can you come get it? At the very least the ammo. I don't want a big thump going off and alerting the bastards that we are coming." Jason shifted his focus from the dead bot to the woods around him.

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg #96):

"What are the chances that there is more then one of them around here?"

In reply to Sgt. Ian Sullivan (msg #97):

Looking at the mini gun and then at the top of the truck

"Damn that would look good up top there. What has to be done to dechip these things as a mini gun would be totally worth it"

Roadkill goes over to Jason and give him a friendly punch to the shoulder

"Put it on your bike even"

"It won't be a trivial task to dechip them," muttered Smoker, checking to see if they were indeed chipped.

Peter made a face. A rogue automaton grafting human parts on to it? Disgusting, even for the Wasted West! He shook his head but couldn't help himself from moving towards it when he saw Scavenger Smoker going. He stopped when the discussion of Black Hat chips was brought up. He moved back to the technical.

"Stupid delusional would-be conqueror booby-trapping everything."

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #100):

"Ok ok ok. Lets sort this shit out. Scavenge away and I will check with Gillies to see what time it is. Get going Smoke"

Roadkill walked over towards his truck. He stopped and turned to everyone and  spoke.

"The time we have now is the last time we will all be together. Do not fool yourself. Make your peace with your friends as this"
He points to the automation "can pin us down and make us ineffective, therefore me, you, all of us will die."
He looks at Rowan, Jane and Peter
"Those that you seem to love will die"

He looks to smoker and nods
"And those you know and trust. Those that we can clearly trust. "
He looks at Ian and Jason, pointing as he says Jason's name. The one man that came to his aid, The new Templar.

Tomorrow and the next day will be like no other"

Roadkill turns and heads back to the truck and says one last thing that he would never usually say

"Thank you Jason, You are a good man"

<quote Roadkill>


Rowan inclines her head.
"But in the end it is the one thing we have that the Terror of the west can not match our love for one another".
"Lets be on our way shall We?"

"Bitter much, Roadkill? That kind of talk is what turns folk into road gangers intent only pleasing themselves until their short lives end, making a short life shorter and end in violence and self-loathing."

He shook his head and walked slowly around his truck, inspecting it for any damage the automaton might have done.

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #103):

Rowan climbs down out of the truck and walks towards the Autominatum,, curious to know what made it go, then hearing the warning about boby traps apruptly alters course to the pick up, and takes cover behind it

Smoker began carefully examining the headless automaton.

Examining the inside, he realised that the unit was booby trapped! It could go off at any moment.

"Drat! This thing is booby-trapped!!!" says Smoker, backing away.

"Back away slowly. Anything could set this thing off at this point." Jason says walking backwards slowly. Waiting just waiting to hear the sound of an explosion then nothing.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #106):

There are times to back away. Then there are times to run like the devil is at your heels.

Smoker started to back up, a very slow procedure. There was a white flash, then nothing.

Everyone else saw an explosion flash in the darkness, Smoker flying through the air.
This message was last updated by the GM at 12:10, Thu 31 May 2012.

In reply to The Marshall (msg #108):

Rowan waits for the crunch knowing she will have work to do soon

In reply to The Marshall (msg #108):

Jane winced when she heard/saw the explosion.  _{That's why I'm why I didn't stay there.}"  Jane looked around and noticed that Rowan was watching also and know thew that she would be ready to give assistance.

"If I can help you with anything Rowan, let me know."

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #109):

The air stank of explosives and vapourised lubricant and solvents, sharp as gunpowder and brimstone.

Explosion ringing in her ears, Rowan reached Smoker, saw he was in very poor shape. There were serious wounds to his head, upper chest, lower body and left leg. She couldn't find any vital signs (no pulse, respiration, pupil dilation).

In reply to The Marshall (msg #111):

"Grab my bag jane pleasE". Rowan runs over and starts CPR

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #112):

Rowan professional experience told her that the patient was flatlined, with head trauma in addition to multiple chest wounds. Whether she understood or not, emotionally, was another question.

In reply to The Marshall (msg #113):

her mutter would be damn it not another one, she will get his heart started with the shocker and then start treating wounds

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #114):

Nothing works, the patient is completely unresponsive. He has no pulse, shocking his heart will not start it again.

In reply to The Marshall (msg #115):

Rowan keeps trying long after it is obvious that smoker has gone.
She is damned if she will give up
"Templar get over her and use your healing"
She yells

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #112):

Jane does as Rowan asked and after handing it to her stands by to help if she can.  Personally she didn't think anything could be done but then weirder things had happened.  The best she could do was to follow directions and help protect Rowan if anything came for her.

With great sorrow Jason walks over and puts a hand on Rowan's shoulder. "Rowan I'm only a Squire I can't heal him. I will try but do not put a great amount of hope in it." Jason bends down and starts to go into himself to bring forth the power of the Saints like he was taught. His hands grow a little bright, but .....
This message was last edited by the player at 01:15, Fri 01 June 2012.

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg #118):

Ian hears the explosion and her rushes back to see what happened.  Hearing of Smokers death his expression hardens up.

"Why is always it always the young ones." he mutters under his breath.

Peter flinched when the explosion went off and he crouched down instinctively. He then turned towards it, in time to see Smoker's body hit the ground. He winced visibly, then he slowly straightened back up with a heavy sigh. "Damn. Why did he have to go near it?"

Smoker wasn't responding, and Rowan knew in her heart that Smoker was a goner. She flashed to Michaela, Arthur. Then further back to before the war, mostly traffic accidents, some shootings along the Maryland Turnpike and in the clubs and bars and convenience stores. Jason took over and Rowan and Jane stepped aside to let him work.

Now, Jason was not a Templar. He had not been blessed by Simon, not been welcomed into the knighthood. Yet, the Saints worked in mysterious ways, they already subverted the laws of time and space. They bestowed their blessings however they chose, and it seemed they chose Jason.

His hands began to glow, something they'd never done before. They got so bright it was like he had two spotlights in his hands shining down on Smoker's wounds. After a moment they could smell burned hair and ozone, see feathers of static electrical bolts strobed down onto the body beneath him.

Life returned into Smoker's lifeless body. The wounds on his head and torso were healed. His left leg was still hurt (Heavy Wound) and Rowan was now out of healing poultices, but he was alive!

In reply to The Marshall (msg #121):

Roadkill sits in the truck, trying to get the remains of the thing out and then the explosion went off. He sat there, somewhat in shock as Rowan and Jason managed to save Smoker.

*sigh* "lets just get out of here, we are expected elsewhere"
His tone was dejected as he started the engine. it was early morning and sleeping for another hour or two would do little.

In reply to The Marshall (msg #121):

Rowan watches in astonishment as the wounds heal
and as she and the Templar finish work she turns, and does something the party have never seen her do before,
She kneels and bows her head touching the ground.
" I give thee thanks Lord, I do not know what Power worked through you, but clearly your superiors should be made aware of it.
"So Shall i do, this my word on it I Rowan Dawson Servant of the Green way so Swear."

Rowan recites clearly from memory

Ever Mind The Rule Of Three
Three Times Your Acts Return To Thee
This Lesson Well, Thou Must Learn
Thou Only Gets What Thee Dost Earn1

"Lets get him in the back of the pick up and made comfortable, and then I need to scavenge for some herbs and other things and make some healing poultices up."
This message was last edited by the player at 07:54, Fri 01 June 2012.

  Jason looks at his hands as they just did something that he was always told would never happen. "That was strange. Good, but a little strange."

"Uerghhhh...."

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg #124):

Rowan Smiles "helping and healing always feels good to me Jason"

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #125):

Rowan
looks at Smoker.
"Idiot" she says in a firm but friendly voice.
"Say thank you to Jason, he just saved your life, and you oue him big time"
Now lets get you in the back of the Technical where you can be kept an eye on

"Feel like I have been chewed up and spat out," says Smoker. "Thank you to Jason, though... it might have been even worse... Where do you want me?"

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #128):

Rowan "Back of the Pick up Smoker."
"Need to keep an eye on you for a few hours friend"

"Everything was dark... then I saw a light up ahead. Warm and dry... felt safe. Then I opened my eyes... never been so glad to see your ugly faces! But I think I could sleep for a week."

Smoker struggled up, yelped and lurched. "Could I have a hand, please?" he asked, clutching on to the nearest object for support.

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #126):

"I was a Ranger before al of this Rowan. That was helpin' what I just did was somethin' totally different. I can only hope that you and I have some sort of destiny to warrant that kind of attention Smoker." Jason said as he gathered his things and got the bike ready to go. "Your welcome by the way and it wasn't me it was the Saints."

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #130):

The miniute Smoker tries to stand, Rowan is helping him.
"Some one bring the Technical over here please and lets get him loaded on toghter shal we"

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg #131):

Rowan fingers flicker brifly as she acknowledges the above help in her own way.
She looks at Jason "well I was a paramedic and that is what I still am, just with a few extra skills".
"As to destiny, who knows!"
"All i really want is for peace to come again."

Rowan smiles as she settles down beside Smoker so she can continue his care

"John Denver had it right you know"

Its hard to tell the truth
When no one wants to listen
When no one really cares
Whats going on
And its hard to stand alone
When you need someone beside you
Your spirit and your faith
They must be strong

What one man can do is dream
What one man can do is love
What one man can do is change the world
And make it young again
Here you see what one man can do

Peter had gotten into the technical was preparing to move out as Roadkill had "ordered". He saw an odd glow coming from one side but it didn't last long. He blinked a few times. What was that? Someone messing with a flashlight over there?

Rowan called out for the technical and he frowned. Were her legs broken? He sighed and shook his head as he turned it on and then backed slowly up towards her. He stopped and looked lazily out to see if she would get in. Then he saw Smoker. Smoker wasn't dead. Smoker was being helped into the back of his truck. His jaw dropped open and he stared for a long moment.

He finally shook himself and coughed. "Odd fucking way to start the day."

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #134):

"Jane could some one tell road kill I will need to stop and find some incredients durring daylight hourse, that is if he wants smoker fighting fit"
Rowan gets Smoker settled and covered against the night chill with his leg elevated, slightly

"While I feel Smoker should be healed as best as we can we can only spare a little bit to search for the herbs Rowan. Every minute puts someone closer to death. If need be I will go ahead of all of you to make sure that we make our meeting with the scouting group. Too much is at stake to bungle this." Jason says as nicely as possible.

Smoker was barely settled before he nodded off...

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #137):

Ian is thankful that Jason was able to find his faith and was able to bring Smoker back.

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg #136):

Rowan nods understandingly, "I know Jason. But if I can find the ingreients I can make a politce that will heal his damage, and get him fighting fit"

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #139):

"I'll go with you Rowan.   If you show me what to look for then I'll be all the more knowledgeable.  At the very least I can try to help keep guard and/or protect you."

In reply to Jane Guin (msg #140):

"Thank you Jane, Better check with Road kill I think he wanted to move out"

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #141):


Jane grumbled but called out for Roadkill.  "Hey Roadkill.  We got time for Rowan to get some herbs?  She needs to restock and we need all the help we can get for healing.  I would go with her and we'd try to make it short."

"Are you guys joking?"

Roadkill turns the trucks lights on and then off again.

"How bout we travel on and wait a few hours for" he pauses "the sun, look I got to take a piss so you quickly look and when I'm back we go"

"When we out of here Jason stay back or ride out front, up to you, Gillies has got it in the dark"

In reply to Roadkill (msg #143):

Jane chuckles and then looks over at Rowan.  "You heard him.  Want to look now or wait for the sun to come up?  I've heard that some herbs and stuff should be gathered in the dark but never knew if that was one of those wives tales or truth.  Your call Rowan."

In reply to Jane Guin (msg #144):

Rowan
Thanks Jane.
"I think day light would be better and less stressful."
"I really do not want to meet one of those creatures in hte dark"
"Hopefuly with tricksters senses and m our searching we can get enough to make several poltices"

Roadkill took his piss, then mounted up his truck. It seemed they would not spend the several hours necessary to find ingredients for Rowan's healing poultices. It would be futile in the pitch darkness, anyways.

Using the driver bot's night vision, they slowly moved out onto the Interstate. It was slow going, and dangerous. Gilles muttered in French. Peter followed the tail lights of the rig, trusting that whatever the more massive vehicle could avoid, the smaller pickup would avoid as well. Still, they traveled at about half speed at best.

Dawn broke and the sun rose ahead of them an hour later, revealing the angry Snake River to the right, dark mountains to their left. It was time to decide to stop for breakfast or keep going. The rain started to slack off, so there was that, and it did leave a clean smell in the air.

They took a short break for a cold meal, then back on the road as dawn broke. Gilles switched off to conserve power. Driving by low-light really took it out of him and he needed Ghost Rock to recharge.

A few hours after dawn travelling along I-84, they sighted the ruins of Twin Falls ahead. The city was across the Snake River on the wide soggy prairie, mountains rising on either side.

The Interstate here was littered with wrecks and they needed to slow down and drive carefully. It looked like the people of Twin Falls had been caught in the middle of evacuating the city when the bombs fell. Rigs were flipped and jackknifed across lanes of crushed traffic, cars were squashed beneath and between SUVs, then caught fire and exploded. A burned bus still held charred skeletons.

Rusted-open and split suitcases and luggage spilled rags onto the cracked and crumbling concrete. Tires crunched over smashed safety glass.

Marshall's Note: I need Drivin' rolls from both Roadkill and Peter. TN 5 for the technical, TN 7 for the rig. Both vehicles have a -1 penalty for poor handling.

In reply to The Marshall (msg #147):

Rowan looks out over the wasteland.
The sight of mans stupidity depressing her.
She turns to Smoker and Jane, " Some where I read that it would take a thousand years to recover from world war 3"

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #148):

Jane, in her usual spot by baby, had been looking for anything that might spelled trouble when she heard Rowan speak.  "Yeah, I heard that somewhere but does anyone ever recover from a war. Part of me says I hope not.  Not to sound negative about it, or positive, but I sometimes think that if we can recover then they will just have another one later one.  Maybe if we don't recover or as fast they'd think harder about starting one to begin with.  Or perhaps we should just take those in charge and put them on the front line.  Think that might change their opinion?"

Peter was glad they weren't staying around for the girls to go flower picking and herb searching. Any place you were attacked at by a rogue automaton wanting men's genatalia (even if they were Roadkill's) was a place to be away from as soon as possible!!

He ate in the cab, door shut, not feeling safe after both the dream and the attack. He was relieved to be driving once more when they left. He wasn't excited about the terrain they were driving over, but beggars could rarely be choosers he had found. He kept his eyes out for danger...and salvage!

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #150):

As they neared the off-ramp and interchange that would lead south over the bridge over the Snake River and then towards the ruins of Twin Falls, they slowed as the abandoned and destroyed vehicles got thicker. Overhead on a partially-collapsed overpass, a wrecked semi balanced precariously. This was one of the "hover-tractors" that were becoming more common before the war. Luckily, it didn't topple over and remained there, precariously.

The vegetation, where not scorched or dead, seemed stunted, barely surviving or recovering.

It turned out their contact procedures were not needed. Across the river, they could see the city. At that time, the CB radios crackled.

"Romeo Kilo, this is Jaeger. I authenticate "Sour"."

These were the call signs they'd arranged with Schaeffer. "Jaeger" was Schaeffer, Romeo Kilo was Roadkill. The sign was "sour" and Roadkill would reply "kraut" to complete authentication. By each having a piece of the "puzzle", they knew who the other was.

"Romeo Kilo I hear is great, what's going on, you old sour kraut you. What to do, what to do, I am all yours ja"

Smoker stirred and opened his eyes.

"How're we doin'?"

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #153):

Jane looked down at Smoker.  "You're still alive and we haven't gotten into another fight.  Have had worse days."

Smoker's grin widened.

"Leg hurts like hell... other'n that, not too bad considerin'... need a piss, though. An' a drink, if there's any water goin'"

His mind ran back through what he could remember, which to be honest wasn't a lot. Taking every precaution to make a non-invasive investigation that shouldn't have disturbed... hey! Darn chip must've been hooked into whatever passed for lifesigns in the Tin Man. Hence the only way to avoid it was to stay clear... even more clear than he had. One lives and learns. Or stops living.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #155):

Jane gave a semi ladylike snort.  "You just keep needing to piss.  You gotta hold it because I don't want you to do it here.  We'll get some water for you soon probably. As long as Rowan and other medical type personal say it's ok."

She looked down from her surveillance and smiled at him even to show no hard feelings but she did mean every word.

"OK, Jane," Smoker returned the smile, and began to doze again.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #157):

Jane turned to look at Rowan and grinned.  "That's the most agreeable he has been in a long time.  I think I'll enjoy it while I can."

In reply to Jane Guin (msg #158):

Rowan, chuckles lightly as she checks Smoker over

"Truth Jane, now all we have to do is switch Roadkills 'NICE' switch on"
Finding that Smoker is sleeping she sits back for a moment
"I am concerned though about what is going on, we seem to have become the focus for some thing, and I find my self woundering who and what and come to that why the strings are being pulled"

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #159):

Jane nodded.  "Truth in that Rowan.  The main question is which side wants us more.  We've been hunted by evil and come across it, some might even say some have worked for it for a bit until they saw better, but there is good out there also fighting with us or for us.  Still not sure on that part.  So perhaps we shouldn't try to turn on RK's "nice" switch...today...that might be seen as miracle and I've think we've witnessed enough miracles during the last couple of days. Wouldn't want to use up our quota's of miracles all at once."

Jane grinned at Rowan.  "So...tell me more about herbs and stuff."

In reply to Jane Guin (msg #160):

Rowan nods
"Well it is no secret I guess, though the preperation is kept within the craft"

"As to herbs, there are many herbs that mankind has used over the years some of them effective and some not, what I search for is a very specific set of ingredients."
"Frogs or amphibians green leaves clean water, a drop of my blood."
"Mixed and prepaired with the correct incantation they form a poltice".
"That will heal cuts bullet wounds claw strikes and so on.".

"What was done here is way beyond any thing I have ever been taught"

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #161):

Jane nodded.  "I don't expect you to tell me your secret incantations or whatever it is you do.  I still would like to know about the herbs and things.  Your faith is what makes you...you.  I also know that you have a lot of knowledge without even using your faith.  I figure there is lots I can learn just by talking to you.  These past days have made me  realize that one never has enough time to live and learn.  I've started living again now it's time for me to start to learn again."

Jane had looked into the mirror where she could see Peter's eyes when she said "starting living again" and then looked down into Rowan's when she said time to start to learn.

rowan nods.
"It is a matter of perspective is it not"
"Do you learn to live or live to learn"
Okay this comes from some where else, like any teacher when you figure it out tell me.
Rowan chuckles "an inteligent lady like you will have it guickly, me it took a little time"

quote:

No matter what they tell us
No matter what they do
No matter what they teach us
WHAT WE BELIEVE IS TRUE

No matter what they call us
However they attack
No matter where they take us
WE WILL FIND OUR OWN WAY BACK

I will not deny what I believe
I can not be what I am not
I know my love will last forever
THE CIRCLE TURNS RIGHT BACK

If we listen to the wind we will hear her say
No matter what they tell you
No matter what they do
No matter what they teach you
WHAT YOU BELIEVE IS TRUE

For I will give you self control shelter from the storm
Our life is ours forever.
WE WILL FIND OUR WAY BACK

Rowan looks out into the Morning light
"The question is this who or what is speaking"

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #163):

Jane chuckled.  "I know I am doomed now.  Whenever anybody says "an intelligent lady like you" I know I'm doomed never to know the answer.  I like that quote.  It can mean different things to different people...especially in different times during their life.  Take what you just quoted.  I'm not sure what the answer is or if there is an answer.  For instance I am torn between two answers which really could be one answer.  My two answers would be love and faith.  Simplistic perhaps but still that is what came to mind this point in time."

In reply to Jane Guin (msg #164):
rowan smiles
"Doomed, we are that, one life one death in this life time"
"But yes your answer is one I like."
"But not one I expected, That in itself is a lesson is it not?"
"In assumption of an answer."
"You see because we take responsibility for our own actions we are taught to question and examine what we learn".
"We do not believe in heaven and Hell as do Christians."
"But yes I believe in evil and the powers beyond the veil, in the outer darkness"
"The beings that were the cause for much of the trouble that caused the war are one example"

Jane tilted her head to one side she thought about what Rowan said.  "Heaven and Hell.  Such a complex question that has taken people centuries to determine the undeterminable.  I believe more in good and evil but is it because it is more tangible?  That is hard to say.  Few have looked upon absolute evil but banter the words around based off of actions every day people do...good and evil that is. Not that I am saying you are bantering the words about though.

_{Love and Faith.  Two of my favorite words.  Words that I almost forgot about having love and faith for yourself as well as others.}"

In reply to Jane Guin (msg #166):

"Good words to live by Jane"
Out entry in to the circle is
In perfect love and perfect trust
"But in Answer to your question and statement"
"There is absolute evil."
"The reckoners are examples of that"

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #167):

"Aye.  No argument there."

Peter concentrated on the road. Occasionally he glanced back at the truck's bed, at the 2 women....and the prone Smoke too he supposed. Once again, watching how much their were talking, he was both glad and sad that he wasn't back there. It did get lonely sometimes with no radio and no one to talk to while driving. But he soldiered on as always.

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #169):

Ian paid attention to the road ahead.  He did not want to be ambushed.

In reply to Jane Guin (msg #168):
Rowan takes a good look around, then adds

"But philisophical discusions apart what would you like to learn about."
"First aid and Paramedical skills I can certainly teach you more of if you would like to learn."
As she waits for Janes answer she takes a look at her patient

The ambush site was at the foot of the highway bridge, just across the river. This is where they expected to go. The Interstate stayed on the north side of the river, but all the bridges were down further east. So the only route was along heavily damaged roads south of the river, near the ruins of Twin Falls and through the Ghost Storm. This danger was why the route was so unpopular and travellers avoided this part of Idaho in general.

Schaeffer's voice crackled over the radio. There was a fair amount of static and interference, almost as if the voices from the Ghost Storm over the city across the river were trying to call them over the ether.

"Be advised. The ambush site is abandoned, we tracked them to "Skeleton Bluff". Keep proceeding east along I-84. I'll be waiting about two kilometres down the road. How copy?"

The rain had slacked off. The prairie was still brown and dead, but now it was muddy.

Smoker opened his eyes and shifted a bit to get comfortable.

"How we're doin'?" he asked.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #173):

Rowan smiles as Smoker wakes up
" You will live Smoker, She says softly.
"But you are not doing the 100 yards sprint today"
"I need some time to get some ingreedients to make a poltice to heal your leg"

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #173):

Jane chuckled at Smoker's use of the word "we".  "We're doing fine.  You on the other hand have seen better days.  At least you're still on this side of the ground so your day isn't a total waste."

Smoker grinned.

"Air goes in and out. Blood goes round and round. Any variation, you've got a problem... but 'We' are a team, even if I'm a bit out of things right now."

He looked a bit worried.

"Am I gonna be left with a limp or anythin'?"

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #176):

Rowan considers, "no I do not think so long term".
"Short term stay off it and fight from this position suporting my self and jane"
She places a hand on Smokers shoulder her voice calming.
"I do not believe the above ones, who ever you recognise, gave of their powers to keep you alive only to criple you"
Rowan chuckles, "mind you I would not push their patience by trying to be ground zero in a large explosion any time soon."

"None too sure about 'gods' said Smoker. "Leastways, if they were any good at their job they'd not have left such a mess. But I shall try and avoid explosions anyhow... too darn noisy!"

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #178):

Rowan looks out of the wreckage of a civilisation, "I am not sure I defined the beings as Gods Smoker."
"Above ones was the term I used, or ascended is another term for them."
"Shall we say beings beyond my understanding".
For whatever reason, they have not yet given up on the idea of restoring the balance of all, and in this time and place, move through you, the templar's and the rest of the group to bring about something they desire.
"Twice in the last few days I have seen events happen that are so very far beyond my understanding that I would count them as miracles".

Rowan sits there for a moment, considering her words

"Long ago in a film I heard the following quote."
"I have found it to be true to me"

I move in rhythm with the earth.
I am held steady
My true path never wavers for an instant
My purpose is clear before me as a wide road
Of no more importance to the universe than a leaf is to a tree
I am still
I share the life
I am one with it
I guide upon the wilderness
I take no advantage
I give no quarter
I defend my own
I am as strong as I need to be
Powerful or weak
I am become whatever I would chose to be
I give what I can no one owns me
I am sacred to my self; no one can touch myself
I am free
I am my only master


Rowans voice is calm soothing.
"What ever the reason Smoker, in the here and now your presance is still required"

Smoker frowned, trying to understand things he'd never really thought about before.

"Well, cannot argue with that. Leastways, I am still here... and aim on maintaining that, bein' a bit - heck, quite a lot - more cautious than I even was..."

He shook his head.

"But if there's any critters up there that can influence things down here, maybe they oughter put in a bit more effort and make it more pleasant for us who are here without the option..."

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #180):

Rowan sighs
"I am not sure they can Smoker."
"Some thing stops them from acting directly them selves".
"I think they have to act through people willing to be pointed in the right direction".
Rowan rubs her face
"I wish my teacher was alive and still here, she could explain this far better than I do".
"But you are right it would be so much easier if they acted them selves"

"Guess I'll just have to bumble along as best I can... and rely on my friends, the ones right here... Any chance of a drink, I'm parched?"

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #182):

Rowan laughs "oh smoker don't you think I bumble along just like you and the rest."
"I am sorry i talk to much".
"Here". Rowan suports him as she hands him a water canteen.
And makes sure he does not choke him self.
"here have a little to eat as well, but slowly okay"

"Thanks," said Smoker, availing himself of what was offered and, embarassing as it was, help in consuming it.

"You must have some tales to tell..." he said when he was done.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #184):

Rowan for a moment looks totaly lost and confused.
" Don't we all Smoker."
" If I understood all i think I have seen then I would truely be wise"

Rowan shakes her head and smiles ruefully
" And as sure as we three are in the back of this vehicle I am not that"

Jason who has been out front a ways hears the radio call from the Colonel and starts keeping an eye out for him.

"By doubting we come to questioning, and by questioning we come to perceive the truth," said Smoker, looking surprised.

"Something I read once when I was a kid. Didn't make sense then... now I think I'm beginning to understand."

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #187):
Rowan continues the matra

"From truth comes understanding"
"From understanding comes knowledge"
"And from Knowledge the correct path to take"
 Or at least so I was taught"

"10 four big Kraut. Romeo doing as advised. Over and out"

Roadkill follows the directions given

The posse navigated around the wreckage that was choking the interchange.

After a few minutes travel south, they saw Schaeffer standing beside his WWII replica motorcycle with sidecar. He was waiting by the side of the road, waving at them. Schaeffer was dressed in his combat armour and helmet, M4 carbine slung across his back.

"I am glad to see you all again! Come here, we will talk. I believe we have tracked the Destroyer and his gang to Skeleton Bluff. We have been waiting for you to move in."

In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg #190):

roadkill pulls the convey over, driving past the colonial a bit, knowing that his beard will want to jump out and... who knows, lovers do crazy things. He doesn't and would rather not have to see, hence the passing so Peter can stop in front of the Colonial.

"OK Ian, I hate to say it but I will no longer be my fun easy going happy go lucky self until this is over. General RK is now here"
He opens his door and then stops and turns back
"I'm not really a general, that would be insane but you not what i mean right? It is life and death. We piss around then we die"

Roadkill, General RK, gets out of the truck with his sawn-off and smg holstered and Mossberg in hand. He turns his bullet holed cap around so it is backwards and a serious look comes over his face. He lights a smoke and looks around. Cloud cover all round with the odd burst of rain. The wet road smelt kind of good as it always does but the grey dim horizon was foreboding, then again, it made any sort of assault advantageous. Maybe they will never see it coming until it is too late but then maybe so might the posse.

RK walks over to where the Colonial is, hoping that Rowan has finished with her greeting.

Jason dismounts the bike after pulling it off to the side. He checks his guns and ammo clips. Having holstered his Sig in a shoulder rig. He takes the P90c and walks over to The Colonel and says "Nice day to put a scourge of the Wastes today huh. Roadkill had a girlfriend stop over we had to kill her. Now he is sad. Isn't that right Roadkill!"

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg #192):

Roadkill looks at Jason for about 5 seconds then nods.
"yeah"
He looks to the Colonial still keeping his very serious look about him
"Lets just say they can get very possessive"
He gives his junk a wee bit of a squeeze
"If we get routed here and have to fight our way back, then we have got all manner of freaks out there, i tell ya, the only one who seemed to care is Jason, The thing wanted my god damned junk"

Roadkill shakes his head

"Not Jason but whatever it was that we encounted"

He looks at the colonial and tilts his head to the side thinking

"A friend of yours?"

Suddenly he realises he lost his seriousness. Damn he thinks. How do those soldiers do it.

"No problem.  We all need to be on our A-game for this."

He hops out of cab when it stops.  He does a quick check of his M4, make sure that there is no issue with it.

He walks over to the Colonel and says "Good Morning, I hope that you night was less eventful."

"So have we gotten any recon of his location yet?"

Peter followed Roadkill but kept silent on the radio. No need to chatter on the air waves where anybody could hear. They'd be able to talk soon enough....once Rowan was done filling the colonel's mouth leastwise.

He pulled up near the parked German and stopped, turning off the engine. He stayed still for a moment. He wasn't happy about this suicidal mission still but he tried to put his doubts and anger out of his mind. They wouldn't help him on the job.

Finally, he climbed out of the truck but left the door open as he kept reaching in for things. He was wearing his Infantry Battlesuit with helmet on. He slid a machete into a sheath attached to his belt. He put the Redhawk in a home-made underarm holster, with the Snub nose under the other arm. He stowed the Tokarev into the belt in the small of his back. He pulled out the Auto-shotgun into his hand and finally shut the technical's door.

He turned to face the Colonel at last with a nod of greeting. "Good to see you alive, Colonel. Where are the others?"

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #195):

Jane stayed with Smoker while everybody went to greet the Col.  She nodded to him and knew that she would be debriefed when and if she needed it.

In reply to Jane Guin (msg #196):

Rowan smiles her thanks at Jane as she climbs out of the back of the technical.
" Thanks Jane" she adds, then wanders over to see her love.
Sliding through the back she tucks her self in by his side, "morning lover" she says softly.
Then stands to hear what he has to say

"Don't stay here on my account," said Smoker to Jane. "I'm feeling a lot better now, even if not up to a sprint or a wrasslin' match!"

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #198):

Jane looked down at Smoker and smiled.  "You're suppose to say thank you.  Weren't you taught that?  They will tell me what I will need to know.  If not Peter than Rowan will.  If I am here than I am by Baby in case anything springs out at us.  This way I can help cover all our asses...even yours."  She then added.  "What?  You're tired of my company already?  Jeesh.  Patients.  No pleasing them."

Thank you, then..." said Smoker, with a grin. "Not used to all this lazing around, Jane."

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #200):

Jane nodded.  "Yeah, I know.  It would bug me too.  Sometimes though we have to do it if we want to continue fighting...whatever evil is out there.  Been where you are not that long ago Smoker.  It...Thought it was my time but I guess it wasn't.  Take it easy for a little bit more.  You'll be up soon."

Jane handed her water canteen down to Smoker.  "Here.  Have some but take it in small sips.  I don't want to undo any good work that has been done to you.  Also don't want to clear up your puke....so if you puke you have to clean it up."  She tried to hide her smile when she said about puking but couldn't quite.

"Thank you," said Smoker, accepting the canteen and taking a drink. "Don't feel like puking, though. Ache all over and the leg hurts like hell.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #202):

Jane nodded.  "Yeah but at least you're alive to feel the pain.  Beats the alternative as they say.  You'll be up in no time at all."

Schaeffer seemed stiff and formal as usual, although he did unbend long enough to give Rowan a quick hug around the waist. Then he was all business.

After the description of the "tin man", he shook his head. "No, not a friend of mine! Sometimes Combine automatons will get corrupted programming. Believe they are human. Try to... graft skin onto their exoskeletons. Very dangerous, you were lucky."

He looked over his shoulder at Skeleton Butte, a few miles away. It was a low, sandy hill.

"We tracked most of Modeen's gang to a hill called "Skeleton Bluff". Then they split up. We believe some of the prisoners might be there. Or at least their remains. They are keeping watch, we decided not to move in until you arrived.

Schaeffer then let them in on what they'd done the previous day:

"Roadkill's friend Daphne led us to the ambush site. She couldn't tell us a lot about the attack, she was taking cover. I determined that there were something between fifty to a hundred motorcycles, plus several cars and trucks. One large construction vehicle, like a bulldozer. Weapons ranged from small arms to grenades, one rocket and either a Ma-Deuce or even a 20mm flak kannone.

"There were many bodies at the ambush site, including one Syker prisoner. Modeen apparently had one prisoner, a Syker, put to death. Bald head, wore a BDU jacket with "Fightin' 43rd" on it. Perhaps Modeen did not want the headache of such a powerful prisoner?

"As far as I can tell, all the larger vehicles split off proceeded south from here, through the city. The motorcyclists came this way, we tracked them to Skeleton Bluff. Most of the bikers left the bluff, perhaps some remain."

"There is a problem... Skeleton Bluff is a hill, good lines of sight. It will be impossible to approach in the rig and remain unseen. We can all travel in the technical and on the bikes to the rear, then approach on foot."
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In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg #204):

Roadkill listens and takes it all in

"I reckon my good man that we use all we have" he stops and puts his hand up to the colonial "We got bikes and Petes beast so all we need to do is keep Gillies powered up and hooked up to radio as a back up escape and retreat option. We break in, call in the rig and break out. Bang, and we are gone, with all we need"

Roadkill laughs a bit

"We have got to use every bit of explosives we have and go for broke"

In reply to Roadkill (msg #205):

Ian listens in and says "That does not sound that bad of a plan."

In reply to Sgt. Ian Sullivan (msg #206):

Roadkill smiles

"You mean the explosives right, I know you hate these bastards and would love to level the area"

Roadkill thinks... "What would an explosive mixture of ghost juice do... as a parting gift"

In reply to Roadkill (msg #207):

Rowan "well if it helps I have 3 Spook juice coctails ready to go"

In reply to Roadkill (msg #205):

The driver bot understood what was requested, and was confident it could wait, and then navigate where needed when called.

It's voice crackled out of the CB radio speaker. "D'accord, let me know."
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In reply to Gilles the Driver Bot (msg #209):

Hiding the rig behind a partially-collapsed building, the rest of the group set out on the bikes and the technical.

There was a slow and steady rain. While this made travel miserable it would help to cover the sound of the engines, up to a point.

It took about a half-hour, but they carefully worked their way around to the north side of Skeleton Bluff. Schaeffer, Trejo and Daphne already scouted out the route so it was certain there were no sentries along the way.

Finally, they reached the foot of Skeleton Bluff. There, they met Trejo and Daphne. Schaeffer suggested that Jane and Peter stay there in the technical, everyone else walk the last half mile up. If they needed heavy fire support, the the truck-mounted Ma-Deuce could be in play within a minute or two.

They made it up to the top of Skeleton Bluff without seeing anyone. When they arrived, they saw the driveway passed through a double line of trees, pre-war landscaping in front of a large house of some kind. Before Judgement Day the grass and trees would be kept alive by water pumped up from a well or piped up from the prairie below. Now the grass was dead.

But the trees, the trees were still somehow alive.

Whatever was keeping the trees alive probably had something to do with the dozens of corpses that were hanged from them. Some ooked like they'd been there for weeks or months. Rags and bones were piled beneath the trees. Others bodies were fresher. Some of the heavier corpses had necks stretched by the weight of their own bodies. The lighter ones swung in the breeze.

There were none of the expected scavengers around, grown fat and bold feeding on the corpses left in the Final War. None except for hundreds of black crows sitting on the branches. The driveway between the trees was littered with dead branches, and dozens of dead crows.

The posse swept the house and surrounding area. There were no bikers here, no Destroyer. Peter and Jane were brought up, and Gilles started driving up on his own. Marshalls' Note: Everyone's together now, or soon will be.

Fearful of what she might find but desperate to find answers, Daphne ran from tree to tree, crunching over bones and dead branches as rain dripped overhead. She didn't find her Aunt, but she found one of the caravan guards. There were no other bodies from the caravan (so the rest of the corpses were prisoners brought from elsewhere to be hanged there). This left 11 hostages still in the Destroyer's hand.

Looking up at one of the hanged, Daphne said, "I'm sure it's Barb! One of the guards! She's a Doomsayer, even if she's not wearing her purple robe! Huh, maybe she figured Modeen would take her out if he knew she had powers. Guess it didn't help..."

Suddenly, Barb's body began jerking around on the end of her rope, gasping and struggling. She'd somehow managed to get the toes of one foot on the stub of a branch. It was just sufficient to keep her airway clear enough to breathe but her foot slipped off the rain-slicked bark. Now with the noose tightening, she was finally going into her long-delayed death throes.

Peter's face soured slightly at the thought of packing so many into the technical but it wasn't really a concern. "Now, hold up. Roadkill's gonna have to ride on a bike. Do you know how long it takes to get the stink of roadkill out once it sets in?" But then he grinned and laughed. He even let Roadkill ride up front in the cab.


He didn't like waiting while the other went up. It maybe have been "tactical" but he didn't like splitting up this close to potential fireworks. Soon enough they were brought up, however, and he dearly wished he'd stayed down at the foot of the hill. He kept his face mostly blank, but there were several times when he almost wretched, several times when his lip curled up in disgust and sympathy.

"We burying them?"

In reply to The Marshall (msg #210):

Hearing the sounds, Roadkill thinks it must be something undead but being that it was breathing then it must be alive. Roadkill runs to the hanging body and grabs their feet, pushing them up. Roadkill realises that it could be a trap but then again, life is just a series of traps and one must find ways out of them as they come.

"Grab my Machete and cut the rope!" He calls out to no one in general

In reply to Roadkill (msg #212):

Rowan Reaches grabs the machet and cuts the rope quickly
Wanting to save the womens life if it was posible

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #213):

Ian runs over to help as well.

"Shit I don't like this looks to much like a cult we took down in Pheonix. Bastards only had one tree they were doing this with. Don't get close. Colonel do you have a silenced pistol? If so shoot her down. If not then we try the blade." Jason asked before anyone could get near to the trees.

Hearing what Jason says while Roadkill is heading to the woman to help her he calls back

"Life is a shitter but if it was me i would want someone to help without worrying"

Roadkill grabs her feet pushing up and trying to balance her. He squints, as if that will save him from an explosion or something along those lines as Rowan and Ian jump into help.

In reply to Roadkill (msg #216):

Ian helps Rowan up so she can cut the rope while Roadkill keeps the woman steady.  After the rope is cut he assists Rowan and Roadkill in getting her down.  Ian has had some training on procedure on what to do with people hanging themselves and will bring up any helpful advice that he remembers.

(OOC) Ian has a knife on him if the machete is not on hand.
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"Is there anything I can do?" asked Smoker. He tried to get up but his leg was hurting enough he decided to wait for someone to say they needed him before trying to stand on it.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg # 218):

The incognito Doomsayer was quickly cut down.

She was hysterical at first. Trejo tried to Lay Hands upon her... and nothing happened. He frowned. "Madre Dios! It should have worked. Must be something about this accursed orchard..."

Finally, with Rowan's mundane 1st Aid skill and paramedic's bag, Barb was in enough shape to talk. At least rasp out...

“I threw a few Nukes at the bastards
when they attacked, but I ran out of juice.
When they captured us, they saw my
friend Jimbo was a syker. I just happened
to be wearing my “civvies” and I decided
to keep my mouth shut about being a
Doomsayer. Thankfully, the rest of the
caravan played along.

“The raiders took us all to a field
somewhere north of here. They had us
fenced in the open in an old cow
pasture. It was cold. Freezing. The gang
camped out all around us, roasting Godknows-
what on spits on their warm
fires, taunting us with the heat and smell
of food.

“Modeen, as you know, calls himself the
Destroyer. His posse, well, they're
called the Destroyers. His gang, too.
Real original, huh?

“Then there came the sound of fighting.
We looked and saw a Templar cutting his
way through several bikers. Several of us
rushed to help, but the rest of the gangers
already had their guns on us. I would have
blasted them, but I was still short on juice.

“The Templar got to the Destroyer’s tent
before he was surrounded by the 13 black
riders. He said he was Aaron McConnell.
He had been tracking the Destroyers for
months and had come for vengeance. He
challenged the Destroyer to fight him alone.

“The Destroyer came out of his tent and
said, ‘You’re the best Simon could do?
Come on then, Aaron.’ Just like he knew
him. Then he walked out into the pasture
and took off his helmet. The Templar said
something then, but I couldn’t make it out.

“Then the two of them went at it. The
Destroyer had that huge ax and Aaron had
a thin but fast sword. We all cheered for
him, and it looked like he got the better of
it for a while. Then the Destroyer laughed
and dropped his ax. Aaron moved in like
lightning and put his sword straight
through the bastard’s heart.

“The Destroyer staggered backward and
grabbed the hilt. Then he pulled it free and
laughed again, like the villain in some old
movie. Aaron stood stunned as the
Destroyer snapped his sword over his
knee and threw the lower half at the
Templar. It caught him in the gut and
Aaron fell to his knees.

“The Destroyer said one of us would
hang for this. I volunteered, both because I
had agreed to protect the caravan, and
because I thought my powers might come
back in time to give us a chance.
“They brought Aaron and me here.

They hung him first, in that big tree on
the hill. The Destroyer did it himself. He
told him something just before he let him
drop, but I couldn’t make it out. Then they
all walked down the hill and brought me
out into the orchard.

“I had enough juice for one last blast,
but after seeing what they did with the
Templar, I got another plan. It was
obvious they didn’t stick around to see
what happened, so I decided to just let
them hang me and hope they rode away.
Then I’d use my healing powers to save
myself, and maybe the Templar too. Then
we could make it to Boise and get a
whole freakin’ army of Templars!

“The Destroyers did just what I hoped.
They hung me, mounted up, and rode off
before I stopped kicking. I managed to
balance myself on a branch and tried to
use my powers, but nothing happened. My
hands were bound so I couldn’t even blast
myself free. Just a few minutes ago, my
branch finally broke and I started to
strangle. I reckon I’d be dead now if you
hadn’t come along.

“I don’t think there’s much hope for the
Templar now, but we should check. He’s
on that big tree at the head of the orchard..."

Sure enough, there was a particularly large, gnarled oak tree at the end of the row of trees lining the driveway to the abandoned mansion. They couldn't see a body hanging there, but somehow, they knew, one was hanging there all the same.



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In reply to The Marshall (msg # 219):

Roadkill looks and then looks back.

"We are too late, she has lost it."

In reply to Roadkill (msg # 220):

"Too late for what? Lost what? Start talking sense."

Barb coughed and took a drink of water.

Rowan Carries on treating Barb, then looks up at Road Kill.
"Only in the silence understanding."
"Only in the darkness the true light."
"Consider your words road Kill and realise how little sense they make out here with what we have seen."
"The lady here is neither mad nor disturbed beyond any of us"

"Who knows if the Destroyer is finished with this place? I shall keep a watch."

Shouldering his rifle, Schaeffer started towards the northeastern edge of the butte, to keep watch.

In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg # 223):

Nodding at Schaeffer, Trejo grimaced. He was not in a good mood.

"Sinclair, deal with Aaron. I'll go keep a watch from the southwestern corner of the butte. If the Destroyer comes, we need to see him first."

"Trejo I think she means Aaron McConell he left a few months ago to find Modeen. God only knows what he saw that made him do that." Jason starts jogging quickly up to the tree. Hoping he is wrong. As he got closer he saw the body of the Templar. He yells "Shit! I was right it's that Aaron. We got to get him down and now I only hope that he lives. Hold Aaron just hold on." Running towards the tree he drops the P90c to it's hanging strap and draws his knife to cut Aaron down.

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 225):

Trejos stopped, glanced at Sinclair.

"McConnel, huh? Damn. See if he's alive. I can't Lay Hands upon him either way. Perhaps nothing magical will."

He resumed his saunter towards the edge of the butte.

Peter wasn't as fast to act as some of the others in the Posse. They leapt to cut the woman down. That she was still alive after being hung was a miracle...maybe. He listened to what she had to say though, and even despite his healthy skepticism, he found that the story seemed to ring true.

He frowned and then suddenly people were leaping into action again. They were going to try and save a Templar who had stupidly walked into an entire enemy camp by himself. He followed after Jason and peered up at the tree. "So where is he then? You see him?"

Jason and Peter reached the huge tree first, followed by Daphne and the other posse members. Barb limped along as best she could.



They reached the massive, gnarled oak tree. The three hanging bodies came into view, gently swaying. Jason recognised Aaron McConnel's body. GM Note: he has a rep so

"My God..." whispered Daphne. "Barb said Aaron's sword wouldn't work. Guess we'll never know why, now."

Barb hobbled up. "Not so fast. If someone can get me some Ghost Rock, just an ounce worth, I can recharge. The Power of the Atom gives me the deathspeak miracle. It allows me to speak with the recently dead. Maybe Aaron knows why his sword didn't work. Does anyone have any to spare?"

In reply to The Marshall (msg # 228):

Rowan
Spare!
"That depends on what you want me to be able to do later."
"Mind you if we can not find out how to kill this man then later becomes a mote point."
Rowan gets an ounce out of the pack and hands it over, "there you go, mind you I would rather raise him than just talk to him"

"No. No raising that would just make things worse possibly. If you were an Indian shaman of eagle or buffalo or something maybe. But Aaron McConnel suffered enough in this life. He was among the greatest of us. His sword probably didn't work because..." Jason trails off afraid to speak the words that he knew to be true. Knowing that to say it somehow would make it true.

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 230):

Rowan
"I think you misunderstand My intent and my wish".
2I reffer to medical methods not raising as in bring back to life. ie the use of a difribulator to restart the heart, and CPR methods.2
"As to why the other could not be killed, I suppose he isa zombie"

"Thank you." She coughed again, her throat not yet healed from its recent abuse.

She took the chunk of Ghost Rock, then knelt by Aaron in prayer.
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Barb knelt by the body in prayer, the lump of silvery-grey material suddenly blazed green, and they could hear a faint wailing that's given off whenever ghost rock burns.

Daphne, looking exhausted, moved closer to Roadkill. Seeking some human comfort, from the only person she knew there, perhaps a reminder of earlier, happier times.

"Who summons me from the light?" says the wailing ghost rock.

"Friends," says Barb. "Friends who want to avenge your death. What can you tell us of the one who slew you?"

"He is Modeen, the Destroyer.

"He has given himself to the powers of Hell in return for incredible power. He is what the Librarians call a 'servitor,' and can only be killed by the sword of the first anti-Templar. This he told me as he hung me from this accursed tree. He believed this knowledge would be kept secret for he knew I was doomed, but I can now reveal his Achilles Heel to you. Use this wisely.

"Those among you can end this blasphemy’s life with this knowledge. You must hurry, though, for Modeen has set events in motion that even he does not understand.

"That is all I know. Let me rest in peace now."

  "Thank you Aaron I will see to it that Modeen hurts no one else if I can. Rest in peace friend. Trejo I gotta go back to Boise and quick. Simon must be warned and we need that sword." Jason gets up and starts to walk towards his borrowed bike. "I'm glad that I was wrong about you Aaron. You kept the faith until the end. May the Saints protect you. You guys follow as fast as you feel safe doing. 5 hours could make or break this battle. I told you it would come down to a duel. That is how this has to end. Please give Aaron a decent burial. " Unless someone stops him he goes to his borrowed bike and starts it.

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 234):

Trejo had come over. His expression betrayed nothing about Aaron and the other dead Templars. Or what Aaron had said.

"Hang on, Jason. Let's make a plan, here."

  "Plan! Trejo you do realize that in a days time max Boise is gone wiped out. I have worked to hard to give up at the goal line. You and I both know that I am waiting on your final report to Simon. I had nothing once the Rangers all died on me." Jason takes a breath "I won't go through that again. Those people are my friends and the closest thing I have to family. So let see the plan is get to Boise ASAP. Get the sword. And then kill Modeen.

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 236):

Trejo's face darkened and his eyes narrowed, but he understood where Jason was coming from.

"I want you to know what everyone else's plan is.

"If you rush off alone you're going to wind up just as dead as McConnell and his buddies. Too many Templars think with their swords and their balls."
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In reply to Trejo (msg # 237):

All this crazy shit of ghosts and magic swords is not his area but

"Run him over with the truck should do it without the need for a sword"

Roadkill shrugs. "I don't know"

In reply to Trejo (msg # 237):

Rowan nods in agreement
" That with all hounor due to them and my friend is so very true"
"So much good they could do, and so many die for no reason"

Peter grimaced at the thought of someone speaking with the soul of a dead person. It wasn't right. When Jason mentioned the Old Ways Indians, without realized he let out a growl and then spat on the ground. He stepped back away from the others, eyes narrowed. He listened to what was said, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

"What in the hell is the first Anti-Templar Sword and how do we get it?"

"Julia Aiken was the first anti-Templar. As to where her sword is it is in the Temple in Boise. Simon snapped it and said that no Templar is to ever use it again. Isn't that right Trejo. So unless one of you happens to be able to swing a sword better that me that leaves me to get in and take Modeen down. I figure I could get to Boise and back in the time it would take you to get there."

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 241):

"Normally, I would suggest we ambush Modeen. Take out as many of his gang as possible, then I put a bullet through his head.

"That will not work because it will take time to fetch this item. Although, as Roadkill mentioned I would imagine that, even if not dead, he might find it hard to walk and swing his axe with broken limbs!

"I therefore suggest A couple bikes return to Boise. I will keep watch on this area. The rest of the posse leave, and find some place to hide around here. When the blade has therefore returned, we can put into motion some plan involving getting it close enough to Modeen to use. Perhaps some kind of ruse involving a disguise, or brute force using the rig and technical."

Schaeffer began putting on his ghille suit.

"I will not need my bike, it may be borrowed."

Trejo nodded.

"Yes, that is right. Although swords are communal in nature, no one was to use Aiken's sword. This will be different, and fitting."

"I will stay her with the Colonel. The trip there and back to Boise will be difficult. I would suggest you hide the rig and the technical while the rest of you take the bikes."

"Guess I'd better stay and take care of the vehicles, then," said Smoker.

"I appreciate the help, but it probably won't matter if there's one or two of us (or more) guarding them if twenty Destroyers attack.

"Better just to hide them, I can keep a watch while the Colonel keeps the orchard under surveillance."

Rowan "I am staying here, you need to do this fast and quickly and I am not that good a rider"

"Unless I counted wrong or something Colonel only three can make the trip in that amount of time. One on "my" bike and two on your bike."

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 247):

Rowan "Then chosse your people and get moving"

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 247):

"I do see what you mean. For speed's sake it's best to have one rider per bike (2 with the sidecar). We actually have three bikes (Trejo's, your's, Daphne's) total, a hoverbike (Rowan) and my sidecar.

"They will transport eleven riders total, six with no extra riders (one rider per bike, two in the sidecar).

"That said, myself, Trejo, Smoker and Rowan volunteer to stay. You are going. That leaves Roadkill, Peter, Jane and Sergeant Sullivan."

In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg # 249):

"Let me get my gear off the bike and tell Trickster he needs to find a new sleeping area".

Peter shook his head. This was turning it a bigger thing all every moment. A possible undead or something else enemy who needed a specific BROKEN sword to be killed? He restrained a sigh.

"All the same, I'd prefer not to leave my truck. I am all for some going to get the sword, but I don't know how to drive a motorcycle and it will be faster if none are riding double, correct? Too bad we can't just send a message and ask them to meet us halfway or send it here."

He wasn't trying to be obstinate, he was just making sure he was seeing things correctly. "Smoker, you could ride in the side car, if you want to go, that is. Nothing is wrong with your shooting arm."

He smiled and then turned to Jane. "Do you know how to operate a motorcycle? I would feel better if you were along with them. Having a good gun arm with Trejo and The Colonel opting out of this run would be good."

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg # 251):

Roadkill smiles
"Fact is I, like everything else, am a great rider. Give me a bike and I will head back too but no way will I be a mere passenger. We take all bikes with no passengers except one spotter in the side car, so then, lets go."

Roadkill heads towards the colonials bike.

"I'm used to have someone drive shotgun. You good with me taking your bike sir?"

In reply to Roadkill (msg # 252):

Smiling at Roadkill, Schaeffer handed off the keys to his sideacar.

"Please fill with petrol. The sidecar has a post mount for a machinegun, but not the Ma-Deuce. Hellfire SAW?"

"You have it correct, amigo. Makes sense you don't want to leave your truck. We have no radios that can reach, even if we did I didn't see anyone back in Boise that could make a delivery."

Roadkill takes the keys. A smile comes over his face. Almost feels as if he just got the keys from his dad to take the car out for a spin.

"hmmm. I almost feel under dressed to drive this. Right big gun and someone in the sidecar, lets go people."

Roadkill actually does a swift turn around and gets some gear more suitable for riding a bike. He also grabs his guns, machete and some Molotovs to put in the sidecar.

In reply to Roadkill (msg # 255):

Gilles' voice crackled from the cab of the rig.

"I will do as m'sieur Firecrow instructs!"

"Pete and Smoker will take good care of you Gilles, just don't accept any, suicide missions"

In reply to Roadkill (msg # 257):

Ian says "I am not that bad of a bike rider but it looks you might need me riding shotgun for somebody."

"Shotgun I think is Jane's spot. If she declines do you have a SMG or MG that you can use. If not you can use my P90c. It fires 3 round bursts. Just hope you are a better shot than me."

In reply to Roadkill (msg # 257):

Jane had been quiet listening to everybody for she didn't want to leave baby or Peter.  Still if they were to have a chance and to carry on then she had to do what she was ordered to do.

"I've...driven a bike before.  I can either drive or shoot."
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In reply to Jane Guin (msg # 260):

Raodkill in the middle of getting his gear on.

"Yeah that sounds like a good thing. Jane has her gun and can hook it up to the side car. What is that then. 3 bikes and 4 people or we going with 4 bikes and 5 people?"

  "Myself, you, Ian, and Jane are going. Jane is in the sidecar unless she would rather drive. If she drives someone needs to get an autofire or burst fire weapon. So I think that is 3 bikes and 4 people."

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 262):

Jane nodded.  "Unless you guys are better at firing my weapon then me, it would make sense for me to man the gun.  Of course if you kill me with your driving I"ll come back to haunt you and you have Peter to face afterwards."  Jane smiled although her eyes didn't quite match up.  Was she kidding?  Maybe.

Jame went over to Peter who had been quiet and pulled him off to the side a bit.  "_{It doesn't seem right to be going without you but I know you'll take care of our stuff.  I'll see you when I get back.}"  Jane grinned and licked her lips as she stared into Peters eyes as if memorizing them.  She then suddenly pulled him closer and gave Peter a brief but very thorough kiss.  "_{That's to tide us over until my return.  If something happens I now have something good to think on.}"

With a grin Jane went to get her gun and start to mount it on the side car.  Her smile stayed on her face throughout the whole time.

"Ha ha. Works for me. Lets get this show on the road."

Roadkill starts up the bike.

"Come on. No time to lose"

"Ride safe, guys," said Smoker.

I have my M4 here, it is not bad at taking down bad guys.  I am a half-decent shot.

Jane finished getting the gun mounted and made sure she had everything with her.  She gave Peter one last look of a half smile and a wink and then settled into the side car.  "Jeesh!  This thing is low to the ground!"  She had another reason to respect Rowan for riding in it as she knew that she'd feel every bump along the way.


ooc:  Do we have healing on this part of the trip?

"Take the drivers seat of the rig if need to buddy"

Smoker gasped. That was quite an honour!

Peter smirked at Jane's assertions, daring one of the men to try to say they were a better shot than she was. He chuckled when she mentioned they'd have to face him if she got killed, but only for a moment. Then he sobered when the thought that she might die while off on a run back to the Temple of Lunatic Swordsmen.

He sighed and looked up at her, allowing himself to be pulled off to the side. He not accepted the kiss but gave as good as he got. "You had better be careful and come back safe and sound or there will be hell to pay."

He gave a nod at that. And he meant it literally.

He watched them leave, his eyes glued to the back of her head.

"I wish I didn't have a bad feeling." He turned to slowly walk back to the technical.

The rain decided to hold off for a while.

Due to speed concerns, the Posse split up again. One element heading back to Boise at the best possible speed, while the other stayed behind and hid the vehicles.

Jason, Roadkill with Jane (in Schaeffer's sidecar), plus Sullivan (on Rowan's hoverbike) set off for Boise. Marshall's Note: I'll need 2 Fair Riding rolls (TN 5) for each vehicle. Jason's sportbike and the hoverbike are + 3 for handling, the sidecar is + 2.

Schaeffer helped hide the vehicles in the ruins of Eden, just to the north of Skeleton Butte. There, they would be able to meet up with the riders while keeping an eye on the rear approach to Skeleton Butte. Trejo, Rowan, Smoker and Peter would hang around Jerome, while Schaeffer put the top of Skeleton Butte itself under surveillance. His radio was just strong enough to reach Eden and keep the others updated (that is, if the notoriously bad radio reception after the war could be relied upon).

The rig and the technical were well-hidden inside a cluster of burned out buildings on the north side of town, debris was used to break up their silhouettes. After camouflaging the rig, Schaeffer, dressed in his Ghillie suit, disappeared into the dead fields and twisted trees, heading towards Skeleton Butte.

"I am in position," he reported via radio in around an hour.

In reply to The Marshall (msg # 271):

Rowan smiles at Sulivan her manour clearly warning him, "you take care of mybike Sullivan".
"I have paid good money out to restore it to it present standard"

"Copy that," responds Smoker, settling down to wait.

Rowan gives Schaeffer a hug and a kiss "go with the goddess love, may she watch over you out there"

Rowans Fingers sketch in blessing, and watches her love disappear into the darkness

Then gathers Trickster up and any one else that can be spared to carefully search for ingredients to make poultices up

Rowan wants to make a fair few up she has the feeling they are going to be needed
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 Jason guns the throttle as much as he dares and tears off towards Boise. Hoping the whole time that they aren't running massively behind Modeen. Knowing that when he gets to Boisehe is in for an arguement with someone hopefully not Simon. Hoping that reason will prevail. Knowing that he can't let fear paralyze the mission. None of the other seem to understand, but the job will get done of that Jason is sure. For now the simple process of riding and not wrecking.

best on Drivin roll was 11!,
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In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 275):

Riding the Colonials bike was a great moment in time for Roadkill. A time to forget about the fact that they are heading back whence they just came, to get a broken sword of some ones aunt or something, honestly he only half listens when Templars and religious matters come up. Beyond him in so many ways but he thinks he can't be great with everything.

The chance to nip around crap on the road instead of just riding over it, was a treat, for the dashingly handsome young truck driver. Sure, he was no body builder but modern life means that if he was the stereo typical trucker slob of old he would have died years ago and besides, there is no way he is going to wear small shorts.

"Feel it Jane! The wind and rain, the road at our feet! Well your arse seems you're sitting down there!"

Roadkill loves to drive and even though he occasionally does something a bit crazy to annoy Jane on the journey, the way he rode, even an insomniac might fall asleep it was that smooth.
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In reply to Roadkill (msg # 276):

Jane looks over at Roadkill and decides no, she won't kill him today.  It would be a shame, although tempting after that last zig around a miniscule pebble, to curtail his enthusiasm.  "Yeah...yeah.  funny...it's my on the road.  While I appreciate you missing the larger rocks, you can hit a pebble or two.  You don't always have to serve do you?"  If Roadkill took his eyes off the road (were they even on them?) then he would see that she was smiling as she said it.

Jane went back to what she does...looks for targets (and no, not rocks or Roadkill) for her to shoot at and tried not to think of this as a suicide mission.  If they needed some sword to put an end to whatever, then a sword they needed to get.  Who wielded it in the end didn't matter to her as long as it was on their side.  She had her own beliefs and figured that as strong as they were for her, they wouldn't be for that sword to work right so she didn't have to worry about it.

In reply to Jane Guin (msg # 277):

Ian says "I will ma'am."  He looks at the hovercycle with a minor bit of uncertainty, and mumbles to himself, "Just like training."

Ian get on the hover cycle and it looks like he is having some minor issue driving it but he is able to keep it under control.

(OOC, spent the bounty to get the skill)
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Rowan gives Schaeffer a hug and a kiss "go with the goddess love, may she watch over you out there"

Rowans Fingers sketch in blessing, and watches her love disappear into the darkness

Then gathers Trickster up and any one else that can be spared to carefully search for ingredients to make poultices up.
"Smoker you are good at scrounging give me a hand with this would you I need the following Eye of an amphibian, green leaves, hair, one cup of clean water."
"As much as you can find"

Rowan wants to make a fair few up she has the feeling they are going to be needed

"Sure... any kind of leaf?"

He started to poke around, looking a bit bemused. These weren't the sort of things he usually scavenged for!

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg # 280):

Rowan shakes her head
"Nope as long as they are green and healthy"

Smoker applied himself to this rather novel search and soon found what Rowan wanted. By then his leg was hurting and he settled down for a rest, dozing fitfully.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg # 282):


As everthing is gathered together Rowan smiles, "Thank you Smoker and Trickster, with what we have here I can make 8 poltices up, that means we can use one to heal your leg completly Smoker and keep 7 back for use."
"Give you good odds we will need them"
Rowan gets out her cook pot "if you will excuse me smoker some of what I do now is under oath to my way"
Rowan carefully works prepiaring and sorting things then once the poltices are made she stores them safey and uses the one to heal Smoker as promised.
Here you go friend. she says calling him over. "one lot of healing as promised"
Seeing Smoker is asleep she gently treats his leg where he is sleeping