The Flying Bullets, Playground 1 Options

[Lord Revan]

Gale

He dove down behind a large flagstone. A pair of raiders turned to keep the newcomer suppressed. Propping his shotgun against his piece of cover, Gale pulled out a smoke grenade from one of his packs. Gale paused to check the direction the wind was blowing.

A windsock atop Haven's wall showed the wind direction was away, blowing towards the raiders. Suppress this! Gale tore the pin from the grenade and lobbed it between them and the attacking raiders. The guard captain grabbed his shotgun and waited....

[jack cloudy]

Jonathan Guntherson

Jonathan winced as more bullets hammered his machine and gripped the rifle a bit tighter. When Lexie let go of him, he did not hesitate, nor did he wait to see what she would do. He simply dropped flat on the ground and took aim.
"At their current distance, and taking into account the specifications of both bullet and rifle, I should be able to fire at their location from beneath FRIGERIZER Z's undercarriage. Though it will be close." He explained, though he wondered if he could even be heard over the cacaphony of metal striking metal.

"Man, I'm glad they built those pre-war refrigerators to last." He thought as he closed one eye, took aim and fired his first shot, grunting as the butt of the rifle slammed painfully into his shoulder. The bullet hit a tree a good six metres from the raiders, snapping off a branch before ricocheting into the ground.
"Ok...a tad more to the left and..." His monologue was cut off as some of the raiders began to drop and others turned their attention elsewhere.
"Bloody good shot, lady Karelia. We might just send them running if we keep it up." He cheered. But then he realised that the effects he'd observed were nothing like her rifle would cause.
"Wait a second." He muttered, just as something on a ballistic arc soared into the raider's position.

"Did you just do that, lady Lexie? Geez, now I'm the one who's getting scared." He continued, shaking his head while the grenade went off.

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Jul 7 2009, 04:43 PM

[minque]

Lexie

She fired once more and another raider met his ancestors....Her face was numb, her eyes empty, she didn,t hear Jonathan's words. Lexie was trapped in her own mind.... mechanically firing and reloading her weapon

[Dantrag]

Karelia

Lexie went from one extreme to another in a matter of seconds. Both got people killed. Lexie was making a target of herself, firing repeatedly while completely exposed. The smoke grenade offered a brief reprieve from most raider fire, though there were still bullets flying. Karelia waited until Lexie went to reload before tackling her to the ground and wrestling the gun away.

"Nice shots," she said to Lexie with a wink, "Try takin' 'em from back here next time."

She saw blood on the ground, and didn't know if it was her own or Lexie's. Either way, it meant they got out of the open at just the right time. She began checking herself for bullet holes; it wasn't uncommon for people to take bullets while hopped up on jet and not realize there was a problem for hours. Karelia didn't want it happening to her again.

"You okay?" she asked, motioning towards the blood.

OOC: minque: How's that work for a save? And I remembered you saying in the planning thread about something happening to Lexie, so I left that option open. if you want her to be hurt, the blood's hers. if not, we can say it was karelia's.

[minque]

OOC: Works fine with me, Lexie's the one that got hurt!


Lexie

She didn't wake up from her trance-like state when Karelia wrestled her down, she just let it happen, as usual when she was like this. She just let it happen and made no resistance.

The fact that she was hit by a bullet in her left side and blood was soaking her t shirt and dripping to the ground didn't seem to bother her.

She just looked at Karelia with that empty gaze...before she passed out




OOC: So now she's out for a while, if that's ok with the rest of you

[Dantrag]

Karelia

"Damn!" she yelled, "It's her. Is there a doctor?"

Now that help was here, and that smoke grenade blocked their view, she could afford to stop shooting. They could take it from here. She was no doctor herself, but she knew enough to put pressure on the wound. Blood was everywhere, and Lexie looked at her for a short moment before blacking out.

"I don't know what to do,"

[jack cloudy]

Jonathan Guntherson

Jonathan tried to look up, and cursed loudly as he smashed his head against the undercarriage.
"Ouch!" He cried and crawled out from underneath Frigerizer.

The man dropped to his knees next to Karelia and looked at the wound with worry.
"The only doctor I know off happens to be the one who got shot." He complained loudly while shaking his head.
"Ok, I guess I can figure out the basics. Umm...desinfect the wound with alcohol...Now where did I drop that beer can?" The situation didn't look good.

[Lord Revan]

Autumn, guard tower

Unlike the traveler's outside the gate, Autumn refued to let her guard down. She braced her rifle's sling against her left elbow to steady her aim. *Come on you dogs.*

A figure emerged from the blue smokescreen, pausing to orient herself. Autumn's Mosin cracked, the woman went down. She didn't pause to check if the raider was dead or wounded; two more rushed out of the fog.

[seerauna]

Hannah

Ignoring the scene in front of her, she kept on firing at the oncoming Raiders running out of the fog. Hannah could provide cover for the travelers and they could take of Lexie. At least, I hope they can, she thought grimly.

Hannah went to reload and more Raiders went down from Autumn's rifle and Gale's shotgun.

[Olen]

Aidan

Aidan had followed Sam out of the bar taking the remains of the whiskey in one hand. Gunfire sounded from outside the gates, he ran towards them not really caring if Sam followed. Karelia had been gone a while, he wandered how much she had to do with it. Not that it bothered him.

The gate was raised just enough to duck under. They're arrogant enough then,[i] he thought, [i]I like it. He ducked under then dived to the side as more shots erupted. He looked around and realised the shots weren't aimed at him, just the drink making him a little jumpy. He took another swig to calm his nerves. At least no one had seen. Thick smoke blossomed from a grenade in front of him. The mixture looked like it could do with a bit more soda to him. He pushed the thought aside. There was some device the side with people crouching behind it. One might have been Karelia. She could look after herself though.

He felt one of the three grenades he had on him. The smoke was far to thick though, he needed a clearer idea of where to throw. He ran round the side of it keeping low in cover. The attackers were mainly using rifles, almost certainly raider scum. He paused behind a large rock, it would be ideal once the smoke had cleared a little. He took another sip of whiskey before putting down the bottle and pulling out the pin. There was another burst of fire, much nearer. Too close in fact, they could only be just inside the smoke. He judged the distance, this was going to require a little cooking off. He let the lever up just before he threw.

[Colonel Mustard]

OOC: Sorry I wasn't here earlier. Various commitment kept me from saving the day getting online.

Sam

Sam gave a start as he heard a gunshot, then another, before Aidan shoved past him and scrambled under the gate. Sam followed, standing up and yelling in surprise as a bullet grazed his ear.

Cursing furiously and clutching his now bleeding ear, Sam dropped to his knees and scrambled forwards, taking cover behind what appeared to be a fridge on wheels. Sam didn't bother wondering about what the hell it was and instead tried to get his head down and not be shot.

Thick white smoke was rolling across the battlefield, and Sam couldn't see where the targets were. Obviously they were far away, rendering his trusty combat shotgun useless. Instead he drew his magnum and peeked over the top to see if he could get a shot off. Hopefully the smoke would thin out soon.

[jack cloudy]

Jonathan Guntherson

"Ah, right. You're doing a good job of keeping that wound pressed close, milady. That should give us a few more moments. Hold on, I'll get the desinfect..."
Just as he reached for the beer can, a large boot stepped on it, crushing the fragile tin and spilling the remaining drops.
"Hey, what the?!" Jonathan yelled in surprise, pulling back his hand in a hurry. For a second he thought that one of the raiders had taken the opportunity to get around their cover and kill them from up close but when he looked up, he saw a blonde man aiming over the top of Frigerizer with a large gun.

"Sir! If you're not too busy and have medical experience, could you please help us?" Jonathan called out to the newcomer. A quick glance around revealed to him that while he'd been focussed on Lexie's injury, a whole group of people had come to their aid. The firefight was in its final stage and none of the raiders were in the position to worry about those behind Frigerizer Z anymore.

[Dantrag]

Karelia

Karelia saw Sam and Aidan join in the fight, but they'd really just walked into a standoff since the smoke was between them and the raiders, making shots difficult.

"The whiskey," she said to Jonathan, seeing the problem that had formed when Sam stepped on the beer can. Not that she had been about to let him pour beer on the wound. The bottle Lexie was sipping earlier was laying on its side next to the FRIGERIZER's tire, forgotten after the fighting started.

She was reminded of Aidan's presence when a grenade exploded. With a peek over the top of the FRIGERIZER, she could see through the thinning smoke that the raiders were nearly all dead. One of them she thought she could hit, were her hands not full holding back blood flow.

[Olen]

Aidan

A blast of grit hit him as the grenade detonated. Aidan stood again and looked though the thinned smoke. The blast had killed a couple of raiders and there weren't enough to bother with another grenade. One was standing looking shellshocked, another by his feet was lying in a puddle of his own insides crying for a coup de grace. Aidan squatted behind his rock and took another sip of whiskey, it was local stuff and tasted foul, not that it bothered him much.

He wandered why the man hadn't already been shot, standing up when Karelia was hunting was a good way of loosing your head, or at least developing a hole in it. He waited, once the standing one was dealt with there would be scavenging. That meant caps, and caps mean drink and explosives.

[seerauna]

Hannah

Seeing that no one was particularly ready to kill the the last Raider so checking her bullets to see there were a couple left in the magazine Hannah took aim and he went down. She finished scooting the rest of her body under the gate to come to a standing position.

Hannah bent down to see if she could provide any help with Lexie. She didn't see much she could do. "Does anyone know how to help her?" She asked Karelia.

"Not really, but hand me that whiskey bottle will you?"

[Dantrag]

Karelia

Hannah handed her the whiskey and Karelia used it both to clear off some blood and to disinfect. She put her hand back over the open flesh immediately; it was bleeding badly.

She noted that someone had already turned on the engine to open the gate.

"Is there a doctor in town?" she asked, hoping to not be forced to rely on her own 'field medicine', which was really just a collection of raider tricks for staying alive that she'd seen and heard of. Some worked well, others were based on myths or outright lies.

[jack cloudy]

Jonathan Guntherson

They were joined by a short woman who helped Karelia tend to Lexie. With the gunfight now over, and realizing that he would just get in the way if he tried to help the two, Jonathan sauntered over to his hat which lay in the dust a few steps away from him. He picked it up and dusted it off. Then, after scowling at the bullethole in it, he put it back on his head and sighed.

"So much for a perfect day." He mumbled to himself.
"Hey you! Get out of the way!" A stranger called out suddenly, shoving him aside. Jonathan opened his mouth to protest, but then he saw the suitcase the man was carrying. Someone had painted a red cross on it. Several men and women followed him, some part of the local militia, others assistants of the doctor and yet others just random people who had come to watch or salvage.
"'Thank goodness, lady Lexie will be alright now, I guess." Jonathan thought with relief.

As the medical team approached Karelia and Hannah, Jonathan walked towards the raider's position that was still partially concealed by smoke.
"Like hell I'm going to let a bunch of vultures take away all the spoils. Not after what those bastards did to my Frigerizer!"



OOC: I don't think we have a PC medic, so I just had some random Haven dude pop up. If anyone objects to this, I'll edit.

[Dantrag]

Karelia

Karelia backed away and let the real doctors work, though she stood close by. She was breathing heavily from the adrenalin, and bent over for a moment. resting her hands on her knees. It wasn't until after she stood again that she saw the red stains. With a sigh, she wiped the rest of the blood from her hands onto her jeans and went for the cigarettes that sat in her front tshirt pocket. As she lit one, she saw that the doctor had put Lexie on a stretcher, and they were now moving her into the town. The dead guard was also on a stretcher, covered by a dark blanket and following her through the gate.

I'll visit her in the clinic tomorrow.

Karelia retrieved her guns and the remainder of the whiskey before sitting down atop the FRIGERIZER, "Just when you start to relax, something happens,"

It was a lesson one learned quickly in the Wasteland, as forgetting it often left a person dead. Karelia was strongly reminded of that tonight.

[Lord Revan]

Autumn

She followed the response team out of Haven's gate, taking in the battlefield from ground level. The responders carried an injured woman inside, as well as the guard stationed at the gate. While Autumn hadn't known the boy, she needed to hold someone responsible for his death. Since the raiders were already dead, that left the people that had provoked them to attack in the first place.

Autumn spotted one of the three travelers from before by a large piece of wheeled scrap. Unholstering her .45 pistol, she stormed toward the wasteland scum. "Get off that refrigerator!" She ordered, flicking the ambidextrous safety off.

[Dantrag]

Karelia

Karelia's expression was a quizzical one, as she didn't know what her offense was. Once she realized that there was none, she reacted in her typical way: tactlessly.

"I just got ambushed by raiders. I'll sit on any refrigerator I damn well please," she said, taking a slow drag on her cigarette to emphasize her point, "An' I ain't about to listen to some snot-nosed brat just 'cause daddy's got her a gun. Now go play militia girl somewhere else."

She took a swig of whiskey, and as she looked at the bottle, she entertained thoughts of whacking this girl across the face with it.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Jul 14 2009, 11:27 PM