Rowan smiles "you are welcome all to healing I had avaialble."
"I regret that I have no more made ready and no time at preasent to make more up""Once I have time I will gather more up but first i need to follow the trail and recover my bike and friend"
 Rowan stips down to basics and steps out into the rain to get clean.
Then redresses and steps close to her love, "I must follow the trail lover, trickster is in the side pannier and I want my bike back as well"

Smoker settles down to his work, content to work through the night if that's what it took. He could always sleep in the back once the rig was rolling again.

Unslinging his sniper rifle Schaeffere nodded, looking a little dubiously at the rain and darkness.

"I understand, I will accompany you, then. I do not have night goggles, but my night scope should suffice. We will haff little time."

He said to Peter, "we'll give it a half-hour. That's about as long as it will take for rain to obliterate a track, such as a hovercraft will leave. I have a radio and we won't be going more than a mile. Any further and he will hit paved road, impossible to track. Either the biker is hurt or scared and has hidden nearby, or is halfway to Las Vegas, so I don't see us going much farther than that."

Taking off his Ghillie suit and turning on the Mauser's starlight scope, Schaeffer got in the sideacar. "Rowan, you shall drive. Stop every hundred metres and turn off the headlamp. I shall scan. We continue until we hit paved road. Good?"

"I did it because it needed doing Daphne. I appreciate the thanks, but Modeen once stood among the actual Templars. He fell from grace and became a Servitor. I take no pleasure in the kill. I am glad that we could save as many as we could." He pauses and looks at Roadkill. "Do not touch Modeen's corpse Roadkill. It needs to be properly destroyed. To make certain that the Manitous do not make it walk. More the point it was a Servitor. I made the kill and have his blood on my hands if he is tainted I am already being subjected to it so let me handle it. Okay? Rowan can you help me wrap Ian for transport and burial in Boise?"

"Oh sure. So you killed him then? I would have assumed the big guy would have got him."
*Hack* as a head comes off

"No way these other guys will be coming back. We will burn them all when we leave."
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In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 686):

Rowan nods "I can"
But make it quick please I have my own to find and save
Rowan helps Jason wrap the body and chants a blessing over it

"You are dead.
None should ever die alone.
I am here to help you with your death.
There is only love, the greatest Mystery.
I reach behind my fear.
I open my heart and my eyes in the light of this love.
Our lives are formed of many others and we form other lives in turn.
And when we are here with you after you die we honour your life.
There is only love.
The love of the Goddess gives birth to the universe.
The love of our parents gives birth to us.
The love of our friends and family sustains our life.
Kindness, love, and pleasure,
We are formed from these and we form each other.
When we die we leave them behind us.
You have left your family.
You have left sex, and even gender.
You cannot be a woman or a man and enter the other world.
You have left behind your body.
None who have bodies can pass into the other world.
The Goddess is taking you back now, the Great Mother.
Her womb is the Earth that will recieve your body,
Your body is a seed now, a seed of other lives.


As she chants her fingers glow slightly as she sketches circle and road leaving a gap for the soul to depart
The chant continues
"In this space and time we have gathered to honour you"
"Depart now in peace and with our love and memory to carry you home"
Rowan stands sketching in the air the circle and pentigram of her way and bows.

"Now if you will pardon me I must try and find my friend and bike"

Peter gave a nod to Schaeffer. "I'll keep my helmet on for you then. Be safe." He slid the infantry battlesuit helmet back on so they could radio if needed. He then got the truck into a better position if any hostile came towards them and began helping with making the house more defensible.

Pulling up the hood on his own IBS to keep out the rain, Schaeffer watched Rowan prepare the body for transport.

"Ah, ya. I can transmit on CB channel as well, your truck radio has longer range."

"Rowan, you ready to go?"

Rowan nods and climbs on the bike her gear stowed in the side car

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg # 691):

Starting the machine with a kick, Schaeffer carefully rode the bike down the muddy track. The 3-wheeler BMW was pretty stable so there were no problems. When they got to the bottom of the hill, he stopped and scanned the way ahead with his scope.

"Huh. I am seeing something in the middle of the road. Perhaps one hundred metres. It looks like your coyote friend, Trickster? Let us see what he is doing."

He slung his rifle after putting the scope caps back on. A few minutes later they rolled up and saw the coyote was sitting on Rowan's pack. Schaeffer waited for the two to talk. Trickster said (in coyote), "where have you been? The bad man rode away. I grabbed your stuff out of the bag and jumped off without him noticing! I don't know where he went."

" thank you trickster, I was healing people and did not realise till to late some one had pinched the bike", Rowan turns to her love "well Trickster got the last of my stuff, but does not know where the person ran off to.
Rowan looks around, "is it worth trying to follow further love"

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg # 693):

Having seen Rowan "talking" to Trickster before, and the coyote seeming to respond, Schaeffer still had some trouble believing they were really having an actual discussion.

Sighing, Schaeffer loaded the bag onto the seat behind him and looked around using the starlight scope. "In this rain... Nien. Seems hopeless. We cannot be finding a track now it is raining and is an air cushion vehicle. He will either find a place to hide and wait the night out, or have kept going. Cannot tell if he was wounded, might be changing the picture.

"Let us get to the paved road. If he hasn't passed out from injury or otherwise stopped by then, let us return at that point."

In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg # 694):

Hopping up into the sidecar with Rowan, she could smell the coyote's wet fur. "We going to ride now? I like it! Kind of wet."
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In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg # 694):

Rowan nods
"Thank you love"

Smoker finished rearranging tires to his satisfaction and paused for a smoke before putting the spares on. Looked like it would take all he had to ensure that each axle was properly supported! Now would not be a good time to get another flat...

Down the hill, Schaeffer, Rowan and Trickster rode out to the road, checking bushes along the way. The biker must have gotten that far safely because there was no sight of him or the hoverbike. They returned safely, making their way cautiously up the slope.

Every ten minutes or so Schaeffer checked in on the radio to let them know everything was okay.

Up on the hill, Smoker laboured away at fixing the truck using the massive hydraulic jacks and spare wheels. Trejo helped him, and Smoker realised just how fucking strong this dude was! Like, probably one of the strongest guys he'd ever seen. He had no problem lifting and moving around semi truck wheels weighing hundreds of pounds. Trejo barely broke a sweat when he lifted up and righted fallen motorcycles weighing hundreds pounds, although it was hard to tell in the rain.

None of the (estimated) four surviving bikers showed their faces again. They were on foot in the Wasted West, far away from any colony or town. Their chances were not great unless the missing portion of the Destroyers returned. Even then, without Modeen it seemed the gang was finished, but the eight surviving members of Modeen's Anti-Templar posse had been absent. (Schaeffer sniped the ninth, tenth and eleventh, the twelfth and last was Gregory, who they killed earlier at the airport.) It was likely this threat wouldn't go away permanently even if their power was broken and what cohesion they possessed shattered with Modeen's death. The main thing was this threat to the Templars and Junkyard was greatly diminished.

The pile of headless corpses grew large as bodies were dumped beneath the tree where the Templars were once hung. Other bodies of the hanged dangled in the darkness, branches creaking as a breeze shifted their corpses.

Standing watch, Peter and Jane realised that the thousands of crows that had inhabited the unholy Orchard of Despair seemed to have vanished with the coming of night.
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In reply to Smoker Nix (msg # 697):

Leaving Smoker for a while to work on his own, Trejo grabbed Jason. He had gathered several gallons of spook juice in a jerry can. Handing Modeen's axe ("Despair") to Jason he said, "cut down Aaron and the three other Templars. Jodi, Muhammad and I don't know the other chick's name. Khloee, I think. We're taking them back to Boise for burial.

"I'm going to cut the rest of these other folks down and gather the body. Don't know who they are, victims of the Destroyers, looks like, been here for months or longer for some. Around two dozen. Then I'm going to make a pyre for these souls outside the front gate of the orchard."

He called out to Roadkill, "when I cut the bodies down from the trees, we're going to burn the fucking orchard. Before it gets too wet. The fires may attract attention... let it come. You might want to set these biker pendejos on fire at the same time, boss, for the same reason."

Modeen's Axe:


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"Thanks, Trejo, you've been a blessing, man," said Smoker as the man left to attend to other matters.

In reply to Trejo (msg # 699):

"Oh yes!"
Roadkill calls out with glee

"Let them burn, let them all burn and lets see who and what comes in the night"
Roadkill stops and then thinks

"You know big guy, I always like your plans. Heres hoping the rest come back and we can end all their exsistances"

By the time they return Rowan is in a right temper, mostly with her self for not having isolated the starter on the hover bike.

She will check over the bikes the biker gang has no need of any more and come to that any other vehicles.
Along with weapons, looking for grenades and AK ammo, and other items of use
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Peter listened to Trejo and the nodded slowly. He thought that he liked the idea of what Trejo planned on doing. He glanced at Jane. "Unless you wish to do so, I will help Trejo get the bodies down and help with the fires."

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg # 703):

Jane thought over the plan and then leaned into Peter for just a minute before replying.  "I've seen this story enough for a lifetime.  I'll let you do it this time if you' don't mind.  I'll stand guard while you guys do that.  As much as I like to think nobody will come once the fires are lit, it's not pratical thinking."

Overhearing what the two are saying with his amazing PC ears, Roadkill butts in

"Hey hey Jane. I hear ya. We aren't burning these guys till the morning like i said."

Roadkill shudders a bit
"I ain't wanting to encourage meat and two vege hunters here."
Roadkill shudders and goes a bit white with fear.
"Never again"
Roadkill grabs his crotch, just to make sure that they are all in place.

In reply to Roadkill (msg # 705):

Pausing to take a quick break, Trejo looked up at the rain, then at Roadkill.

"It's raining pretty hard, chief. So you gotta choice: burn now, or don't burn at all. That's the way it is. I'm gonna burn Modeen's victims and the orchard now.

"If someone comes, they will come. There will be light, but the rain should hide it."

The rain continued to pour down. With several people helping, the Destroyers' victims were cut down in short order.

Their bodies were piled outside the orchard, although still up on Skeleton Butte. Using jerrycans of Spook Juice siphoned off wrecked motorcycles, they were set on fire. Greenish flames licked into the black sky.

Then, the orchard was fired, again using Spook Juice and the clothing stripped from dead bikers to set each tree on fire. The trees burned through the night. Anyone who slept (or tried to sleep) in that accursed place had terrible dreams of fire and blood.

Marshall's Note: Roadkill seemed to be against burning the now-headless bikers at night, but everything else (the victims and the trees) was put to the torch simply because with the rain, it would be impossible to burn them in the morning if they were left out. Now, I assume it's still night.
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