Darkwind - Viewing Topic: A Young gunwolf's mistake

Nyne Rogers
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A young man sat at the bar of Dexter's Tavern. His name was Tracy Noland, the charismatic young leader of the Gun Wolves. He had just returned to active duty after losing a foot in a wilderness skirmish...
-What'll ya have? Dexter asked

-Just a cold beer will be fine. Tracy responded

Dexter grabbed a mug of brew for the gunwolf and sat it down next to him. The young man barely flinched..

-Penny for your thoughts kid? Dexter asked.
Tracy blinked and looked up at Dexter.

-Sure....ya see, I have this new recruit named Jason..hes sitting in the hospital right now because he got ####y and got himself hurt in a combat event...I knew it was a bad idea..you see...it all started when i tried to convince him not to go....
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"I know it isnt the greatest idea, but.....we need the cash," Jason argued.

Listen man, you really dont need to do this, you havent even recovered from your last injuries..i know you want
to help out but dont be a hero..." Tracy reasoned. "These combat events can be even worse than the wilderness...
some of those gangs....they just dont care about human life.....they will not hesitate to kill you..."

Jason winced in pain, his ribs still broken from a skirmish with the Desert Hyenas. It didnt matter though
this is what he had to do. He had to prove himself, he wanted to make-up for the lost of his comrade, Ray James....

"Whatever Tracy..." He murmered under his breath as he left.

When he arrived at the arena, Jason saw the car he was going to be driving for the combat...

"A Hearseman," he thought, "How Foreboding.."

He was the only gunwolf participating in this combat event....a bad idea
and another ill sign that things might not go as well as he had orginally
hoped......He wiped the thoughts from his mind and cranked the engine.

The old hearse grumbled to life as he shifted into gear and floored the pedal...

His first target was a member of Jessi's Nutters, Jason tried his best to catch the gangmember
in the sights of his grenade launcher....

Grenades were landing everywhere, the first line of hearses exploded with the impacts yet still managed to press
forward....Jason's first volley was a miss.

"Damn," he thought, "this is not a good way to start a match.."

His next grenade managed to hit its mark and tore through the armor, unfortunately an enemy's grenade managed
to catch him in the side...the hearse shuddered from the impact..

Realizing an opponent was straight in front of him, Jason poured on the thrusters
and slammed into the passenger side door, sending the car onto two wheels.

When the ammo ran out, the event deteriorated into a brutal slugfest...with masses of twisted metal
slamming into each other, crushing the old machines into piles of scrap.

Things finally started to look well for Jason,as he smashed into an opponent head on causing the hearseman
to screech to a halt. Unortuantely, the same care managed to pull around and fire its flamethrower....the napalm melted through Jason's
left armor, catching the interior on fire. Jason managed to block some of the incoming flames with his hand but
it was badly burned in the process....the blow still being hard enough to cause a moderate concussion.

"Oh my God, Im going to die.." Jason screamed in his mind...his nerves leaving him causing him to lose his bowels
and his nerve to fight....

"I RESIGN!!!", Jason signaled the referees..

The young gunwolf hunkered down into a stinky, burnt pile for the rest of the event, praying he wouldnt get caught in the crossfire by another flamethrower blast
or grenade.......Maybe Tracy was right after all...
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-Thats one hell of a lesson, sometimes these newbies gotta learn the hard way, i really wouldnt beat myself up to much about it Tracy...you hear me...? Dexter asked

-Yea i hear you...hey...do me a favor...next time Jason comes in here...i got his bar tab..okay? Tracy requested

-Sure thing kid

Tracy finished his beer and bid Dexter farewell, he walked out into the brisk night air..

-These kids have no sense...gettin themselves shot up...he'll be lucky if he gets to see thirty....Dexter sighed as he went back to work.

......................... vet
Posted Jun 23, 2008, 6:21 am