*goat starer* Posted May 17, 2009, 11:56 pm	2am - In Southern Pride the gate guards gaze sleepily out into a desert lit by the shimmering aurora. they turn as the gatehouse door creaks open, settling back as they see a familiar face entering with a steaming pot of coffee. setting aside their automatic rifles they each push their enamel mugs across the table. 2.05am – Outside the bunkhouses a guard is dozing. His shotgun leaning on the table beside him. An illicit bottle of spirits on the table beside him is half empty, proof against the bitter northern desert night. He does not stir when the shotgun is lifted out of reach, only waking as a firm hand is clamped over his mouth and the cold muzzle of a automatic presses against the back of his neck. 2.10am - In a corrugated hut beside the lockups the sentries are playing cards. They have taken a fair amount of money from the two camp members opposite. The pot for this hand is building nicely. Relaxed by the friendly atmosphere one man looks at his hand ... a straight... should be enough. he reaches forward to toss another handful of dollars into the middle of the table "I'll see your ten and raise you twenty" he says confidently, looking up to meet his opponents gaze. Expecting to see concern he instead finds himself staring straight down the barrel of a .45. time freezes. he feels he can almost see the chambered round. "Do you think you can beat this hand?" the woman opposite says softly. 2.30am - across Southern Pride black clad men and women are moving silently through the camps. guards are quickly overpowered without raising the alarm. With military precision they fan out, seizing key buildings - lockups, garages and bunkhouses. 3am - a few people stir as engines start in the camp compounds. A few wake and wonder blearily - a late returning patrol? a trade run looking to get the early jump on the pirates? 4am - The morning sentry shift at Southern Pride climbs the stairs to the guardhouse. It is empty. a cold pot of coffee stands on the table beside two empty mugs. The guards rifles are leaned neatly against the wall. Awake now they look out into the courtyard. The gates are open! One man runs for the stairs as the other rushes to the alarms. Nobody in camp is sleeping now as the night is rent by the ringing of bells and the shouts of the guards. 4.15am - Pandemonium reigns. The careful planning for emergency is thrown into disarray. Scouts run for camp defence vehicles that are no longer there. Combat teams hasten to designated muster points to find that not all of their crew have arrived. Hasty roll calls reveal people missing from many gangs. fingers of suspicion begin to point at those whose colleagues have left and apparently taken the camps fighting vehicles with them. The proud established camp is a scene of chaos and panic. 4.30am - a knock sounds at the door of the Matthew 'Pearl Jam' Cameron in Southern Pride. He is speaking urgently into the radio and looks up, furious at the interruption - as if things were not bad enough without everone wanting to talk to him! Thankfully he sees it is his old colleague Maynard Moore. "we found this" says Maynard putting a piece of cream card on the table in front of his friend. "it was in your car". Matthew turns it over, eye drawn to the red star printed in the top left corner. "Oh crap... how the hell am I going to explain this to Trooper?". Printed neatly across the middle of the card in red stencilled writing is one line. Welcome to the Revolution! We hope you have an enlightening war. Comrade General Arnold Ramos, Special Circumstances
*goat starer* Posted May 18, 2009, 12:53 am	6am - the names of the missing are filtering through...
*Longo* Posted May 18, 2009, 9:41 am	"Trooper" Paul Anthony walks into the bar. He walks over to a man slumped in a chair on the one dark corner of the bar. He kicks the chair out from under the sleeping man, who falls to the ground. His eyes open up, and the look on his face is one you could only imagine of a boy after his first wet dream. "Wake up Arny, your dreaming again." Anthony then goes over and orders a draft.
*goat starer* Posted May 18, 2009, 10:14 am	Posters appear around Badlands. The mechanics and gang members kidnapped from Southern Pride will be executed unless the Revolution recieves the following: 1 Radar Guided Missile System 1 million dollars in cash Your people will be left in the desert with their legs bound for the animals! Your vehicles will be abandoned for the pirates. This will serve as a lesson to all who stand in the way of PROGRESS! Comarde General Arnold Ramos Special Circumstances
darthspanky Posted May 18, 2009, 10:56 am	wait we would like to bid on those mechs as well 1 rgm and 2 mil is our bid if you can get them to our fl camp. ramos can rest assured knowing we will take ccare of em
*Grograt* gary.r.horder@gmail.com Posted May 18, 2009, 11:03 am
*goat starer* Posted May 18, 2009, 11:11 am	interesting
*goat starer* Posted May 18, 2009, 1:47 pm	OOC well it will certainly make people think about the risks involved in pooling characters and vehicles. Its not intended to really piss people off... Was a cunning use of a game mechanic that took a lot of preparation (and that I think 'works' in an RP sense).
*jimmylogan* Posted May 18, 2009, 1:54 pm	OOC - As I said in the lobby, was meant to be a game thing & RP, nothing else. Or maybe it's the "one too many comments" about doing laundry? Just kidding... Seriously, everyone is "safe." JL
*goat starer* Posted May 18, 2009, 3:53 pm	OOC... latte.. if you are responding in character it helps if you read the original post. We didnt trick them into doing anything.. we kidnapped them at gunpoint. In Character Posters go up in Badlands. PEOPLE OF BADLANDS REJOICE!! The peoples republic is now richer to the tune of 1 million dollars following the craven capitulation of the capitalist tyrants of Southern Pride! The money will be spent on a new school for the children of Badlands.
darthspanky Posted May 18, 2009, 5:17 pm	'what only 1 mil no rgm? i knew those goodies in sp would cave-in and return the mechs. latte probly threatened to put bounty hunters on em. they woulda been much better off at our camp and we offered more money. and our children in fl camp can beat up the brainwashed children in sp schools we should war sp for being a bunch of latte loving capitalist.' says the saint of fl.
*goat starer* Posted May 18, 2009, 6:09 pm	"its ok... we can get you some more... and every one of them at a nice slow acting poison before they left... they paid a million for a bunch of walking corpses!"
*goat starer* Posted May 19, 2009, 12:43 am	the large crowd from many gangs at the Special Circumstances table watch Sir Ector - Ector the Spectre to everyone else. he cuts a lonely figure every day scratching more friends off that list.. even the two drunks he has pulled a chair next to seem uncomfortable. His beaming smile carries the manic light of somebody who is all alone in the world but surronded by the ghosts of lost friendships, loves, comrades.. Once popular but now isolated by his madness, destined to live out his days in a shack, still believing himself to be the Emperor of Badlands.. surrounded by cats. "Another rousing chorus of Elanor Rigby for Ector lads?" asks Ramos.
The Paranoid Tourist Posted May 19, 2009, 4:00 am	"Machine Gun" Mark Jackson sits down to his regular breakfast of a triple bourbon and the morning paper at his regular tavern table. The others there are embroiled in irrelevant conversation as he reads, but suddenly they grow quiet. They watch jackson as he takes a long, slow pull from his whiskey. "What's wrong, boss?" asks Danielle "The Bird" Vogel. "Seems a few gangs decided to pull a bit of covert action at Southern Pride. Carted off "The Cult" Joiner." "Sounds like he's finally lived up to his name." chuckles Vogel. "What'd they do with him?" "Ah, the prisoners escaped. Might've prevented a full scale war." Jackson puts down the paper and points to his empty glass. A waitress comes by and refills it. The others are a bit surprised by this, as it normally takes only one triple bourbon to help the sleep out of Jackson's eyes. Jackson's face turns cold. "Want us to set up a raiding party against the fools that pulled the stunt?" asks Vogel. Jackson snaps out of concentration, "Huh? Oh, no. Let the dogs have their day. I'm sure they'll laugh but what did they really accomplish? I'm sure they'll be real proud of themselves now, but they've got nothing to show for it any more. No, no. Here's what I want you to do; bring me Robert "The Cult" Joiner." "What do you want him for?" "That fool got himself kidnapped by a bunch of amateurs. I want to know why he had his head up his ass."
*JD_Basher* jd.basher@charter.net Posted May 19, 2009, 4:06 am	The Glowing-eye Death head shined from the broad back of the HUGE man leaning on the bar. He was Simon 'Inside' Lane, lead driver/trucker for the Gearjammers. His voice was raspy as he spoke, made that way by a well placed HMG round. "Gotta give the "steel-cahones" award for the try on Southern Pride." "Whhhadya mean 'TINY'?.. A drunk said as he swayed into Simon. He spilled his drink on the bar and put his hand on Simons' shoulder to level himself. Simon, feeling the drunks touch, grabbed the hand on his shoulder and squeezed. Simons' hands were HUGE! The smaller hand in his looked like a childs'. He felt the tendons pop and made the drunk kneel in front of him. Simon's scarred face looked down at the drunk and 'smiled' the best he could and said softly, "don't call me 'tiny'." Simon rose to his full six foot nine stature and turned leaning back on the bar. "Them 'red-star' blokes sure put a scare in a few of the camps! Gotta give them that!" Simon reached down and helped the drunk he hurt to a stool. "Dex, anything he wants.." motioning to the man cradling his hand. He turned and rasped again, "Just like that Mech scam done earlier, this one had FEW takers ...... IT WAS a good one though!" Simon reached for his beer and held it thoughtfully. "The ones who didn't fall for this should be put on the 'Darwins List of Up-and-Comers!'"
Mad Mike Posted May 19, 2009, 4:48 am	"well," says mary marble of the mad mad crushers, " we wondered why goat joined rorkes, seemed a little strange. our mechanics are much more protected and have very very loyal bodyguards. the war with cry havoc has us all on our toes." "a nice little move to allow us to better look at our security." she finishes.
*sam* Posted May 19, 2009, 10:41 am	Quote: "Dex, anything he wants.." OOC: this isn't Dex's tavern.. but I can't find any reference to the name of the barkeep here at the Gráinne Uaile.  Any good ideas for a name/description? (In Gateway we have 'Ulf Desertrunner' BTW; a solid, red-bearded viking type)
darthspanky Posted May 19, 2009, 1:55 pm	'i wonder who will be next to join the i stole a mil from latte club?' says a midget stripper
darthspanky Posted May 19, 2009, 2:30 pm	'there looking for you guys, look for their squad thats hunting for ya its called "looking for latte mr punka**" they doubt youll even try tho you only send bh to fight for ya' replys the midget
*Lugal* Posted May 19, 2009, 4:41 pm	darthspanky said: 'there looking for you guys, look for their squad thats hunting for ya its called "looking for latte mr punka**" they doubt youll even try tho you only send bh to fight for ya' replys the midget 'Marshal' Urso looks over to her drinking companions, fellow Marshals Johnson and Sears. "It's amazing how articulate those Klingons can be, considering how much pink paint we shoved down their throats!" Sears is laughing too hard to respond, but Johnson shakes his head, "Just so sad to see a heavily armed and renowned buzzer turn tail and run from our Lawmaster."
*Longo* Posted May 20, 2009, 4:10 am	*sam* said: Quote: "Dex, anything he wants.." OOC: this isn't Dex's tavern.. but I can't find any reference to the name of the barkeep here at the Gráinne Uaile.  Any good ideas for a name/description? (In Gateway we have 'Ulf Desertrunner' BTW; a solid, red-bearded viking type) "Eddie Doyle." "Eddie 'Cheers' Doyle." http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/nationworld/2008835084_apcheersbartender.html
*goat starer* Posted May 20, 2009, 1:26 pm	how about Comrade Eddie Doyle
Flaming savage Posted May 21, 2009, 3:01 pm	How bout Gráine?
*Lugal* Posted May 21, 2009, 5:06 pm	Longo said: "Eddie Doyle." "Eddie 'Cheers' Doyle." http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/nationworld/2008835084_apcheersbartender.html Just read that article.  I second the nomination.
*sam* Posted May 21, 2009, 5:52 pm	OK, it's official. I have stuck the names of the bartenders on the forums listing. The only one we're now missing is the Firelight Tavern.
*Grograt* gary.r.horder@gmail.com Posted May 21, 2009, 5:54 pm	what about Nancy Drew, as its a mystery who actually scouts there...Badooom
darthspanky Posted May 21, 2009, 6:07 pm	we really need a mistress moronica fl sounds like a good place. or at least let it be a female midget
Flaming savage Posted May 22, 2009, 7:00 am	How bout Henrieta 'Born in' Firelight?
*goat starer* Posted May 22, 2009, 11:34 am	big marge