The Battle of Pine Ridge
Harry hadn't been in his right mind when Judgement Day came. He'd been lost to his programming long before, having surrendered to the machine that kept his demon at bay, following his directives.
That didn't mean he hadn't seen it.
There was a bright flash and a terrible noise, followed by a shockwave that sent The Dog skidding. Harry hadn't been looking right at the flashpoint, but it was too damn bright not to notice. And the memory came flooding back, jarring loose from the layers of years.
He remembered the flashes of light, remembered registering the heat with his sensors, remembered the shock of the people in the town he'd been stationed in and the panic that had followed after. He remembered losing connection with headquarters, and shifting into autonomous activity mode. He remembered trying to act, as best he could, to keep the peace, at the direction of what remained of the city government. Those commands grew less and less humane as the years had passed, as the settlement descended into chaos and confusion. He remembered defending authorities from the people when they'd finally had enough, and getting hit with an EMP. Then there was a blankness, and then a reboot, some years later, as The Convoy people found him in the ruins.
All of this memory flashed through Harry's mind as he clutched the door of the Dog for dear life. And then...
And then it was over, and Harry pulled himself back inside. He ached a bit, and felt a little scrambled from the sudden memory rush, but once again, he'd made it through. So he went to check on Kelly, hoping that she was still alive, and that he could keep her that way long enough to get her to medical aid.
The Driver rolled on.
((OOC: Rolling Agility with a -1 Wound Penalty.
17:02, Today: Rusty Harry rolled 9,2 using D8-1,d6-1, rerolling max with rolls of (8+2)10,3.
Well, sweet. so that's 1 level of Fatigue and nothing else.))
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