Brother Edgar was for his part, surprised and relieved when the man's head exploded.  He was pretty sure the road gang wasn't having much more of the truth he was preaching.

The road gang panicked, and one of their lieutenants, who was only vaguely aware of what Brother Edgar might be capable of, pointed a finger at the purple robed Doomsayer.  "He did it!"

They scattered, some in their vehicles or motorcycles, some on foot, with some charging straight into the mutants, some seeking cover against the unseen shooter, and some just flat out running away.

The veteran Templar however realized that whoever had just fired that shot clearly had no allegiance with the gang.  Nevertheless this had ruined his attempt to kill the rear guard as they were the first to turn around and flee.  Dayne stuck his sword through the stomach of the lookout he'd crept up on, but there was a jeep full of armed gangsters which had just turned around to flee, and the first thing in their sight was the Templar.  They revved the engine and were just about to run him over when they suddenly veered sharply to the left.

Dakota Jack had kneeled behind the dead lookout's motorcycle, using it as cover, and proceeded to riddle the front seat of the Jeep with a spray of bullets.  The windshield glass proved completely inadequate protection for the driver and passenger, whose fresh corpses fell in such a way as to jam the driver's foot onto the accelerator and turn the steering wheel all the way to one side, sending the jeep wildly out of control into the middle of the fray with its two still living passengers screaming and firing their guns wildly.

Also, for the Posse in general, I'd like to pre-emptively mention that the box thing that holds ammunition is called a "magazine", not a clip, although the ammunition that comes in a magazine often comes in a clip of some kind to help loading it into the magazine.  =)

Tony

In reply to Brother Edgar (msg #31):

Cory, I posted that to the Shared background thread.

Also, for the Posse in general, I'd like to pre-emptively mention that the box thing that holds ammunition is called a "magazine", not a clip, although the ammunition that comes in a magazine often comes in a clip of some kind to help loading it into the magazine.  =)

Tony

Magazines

Call them clips and I will beat you unless you are actually referring to a clip.

Basically a spare magazine costs $20.

M4 magazines are so common that they're only $15 each. AR15s, M249s, the HK416 and possibly other guns yet to be named accept M4 magazines.

Note that Revolvers, Lever Action Rifles, and Bolt Action Rifles do not use detachable box magazines as a general rule, although there are a few Bolt Action Rifles which do use detachable box magazines.  However these designs are generally meant to be loaded with stripper clips or loose rounds so we will use the mechanic for speed loading single rounds.  The same goes for nearly any firearm that holds 1 or 2 shots.  If you're not sure, ask the Marshall.

Speedloaders are available for revolvers at the same $20 price.

A few firearms really do use clips, and for our purposes they cost $20 and work the same as magazines with one exception: a Revolver which uses a clip can be reloaded using the appropriate skill like a Preloaded cylinder.

Laying on the ground, taking cover in his natural surroundings, the Templar waited to make his move.  His head barely crested a ridge, letting him see the events unfolding before him.  Arthur Dayne, a legend in martial prowess even among his fellow Templars, remained undaunted despite the overwhelming number against him.  He reached into what appeared to be a bundle of rags, his hand gripping tight upon the hilt of the legendary sword passed down to him from one of his bretheren that had fallen before his own time.  Slowly, he slid the blade out, careful that its sharp edge would not rip the rags to shreds, lest he lose the disguise he had created for the blade.

As he was about to rise and make his presence known, he saw the bullet rip through the man he was about to slice open, and while he felt a touch of righteous indignation that his own kill had been taken from him, he knew that a good thing had been done.  The gunshot, however, had roused the attention of the leader's men, and now his efforts would become even more cumbersome.  In one hand, he held steady his blade, holding in his other hand the piece of metal that had come to pass a shield for him.  It was light-weight and would not burden him overmuch, but at the same time, neither would it guard him from the most deadly of fire.  It would buy him time, and hopefully save him from taking wounds he might have otherwise avoided.

The Templar turned to his erstwhile companion, a man he had met some time before that had been wronged by the gang that had taken advantage of people in this area for some time now.  Arthur Dayne was not one that would fight for someone else's cause unless they came along to help.  Self help was the best help, and while the Templar would willingly sacrifice his own life for the cause of righteousness, the people that would benefit from that sacrifice better damn well be willing to stand on their own two feet.  In fact, the man that was beside him at the moment was not the only one there.  A whole passel of his crackshot kids and relatives lined the periphery of the area, waiting for the moment they received the sigal.

"I trust that you will guard my back, good sir," said Dayne to his companion, at which the man only nodded weakly and muttered something.  Sighing with resignation, Dayne waited for the time to strike.

Watching the men before him look about in confusion, searching for the gunman that had laid one of them down, the Templar did not waste a moment squandering the little remaining advantage he had.  As he rose, his first act was to bring his blade to bear, ending the miserable life of one scumbag that stood in his way.  Before he had a chance to be killed, he determinedly carved up the area around him, his blade coated with crimson and the sound tainted with screams of surprise and dying moans of agony.  Intermittent gunshot fire peppered the area with more corpses that were better off planted six feet deep than walkiing the earth.

Arthur Dayne sliced his way towards the Doomsayer that had been speaking earlier.  These mutants had done no wrong, and neither had some of the people exploited by this gang of wrongdoers.  His shield began to catch bullets, though.  All he could do was hope that he made it in time, and that the people who had enlisted his help came through to back him up.

Smoker Nix (Scavvie/Mechanic)