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A man weathered beyond his years steps up behind the bar to address the patrons at Devil Dan's...

"I am Randy Lawrence. previously leader of the Slaythofen ATeam of scouting. Now I am in charge of "The Alley", the name of the recently auctioned settled land north of Sars here..."

He continues after taking a chug from his mug, for courage or simply to help vocalization...who knows...

"Well I won't bull#### ya, it's a pain in the ass to get to, there is the possibility of getting someone like the bridge trolls bouncing ya 3 times there and back, but it's pretty much open to anyone scouting sars and needing a place to repair rare parts , and at your pleasure to drop off extra parts. It is a massive space of cleared land and we have big plans with it for production, but that is a good ways off yet."

"So far we have the amazing haulers and renowned scouting team of Madhat signed up as partners and we are getting substantial aid from the famous(or infamous) members of Longo's Merry men. Also pledging support are the Redistribution of Metal and Los Banditos Marodos Negras.

Our plans are to get a small mechanics shop up and running for repairing rares and general building up. We do not plan nor foresee warring with any other camps. None are close by anyway, nor would have much to gain from attacking us right now."

That is all for now.
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Sitting at one of the smaller tables off in a forgotten corner of the bar (judging by how often the waitress came by), four rookies of the Shattered-n-Bloody crew sat watching, wide-eyed, as one after another, hardened veteran gangers strolled in and went about trying to forget about what lay outside the walls of Sarsfield (they wish they could, each still had nightmares about losing their ride on the way in and having to fight their way to the gates against horrific creatures they'd only heard about prior).
One grizzled, rode-hard-and-put-up-wet chap took a place at the bar and started spouting off about an alley or something.
The four had been deep in conversation, planning their escape from this hell-hole they'd been sent off to by their Boss almost 6 months ago.
Since being in Sarsfield, they'd been outside the walls exactly...never. And that was fine with them. The last 4 of their crew that tried it, well, they'd watched from the walls as their cargo van got shredded by bandits not 5 minutes after rolling out.
They stopped their talk long enough to catch something about clearing land for production? And it was a good ways off in the wastes? What kind of crazy even thought about living outside the walls? He was obviously some loon who'd managed to beg enough for a beer out on the streets and was flashing back to his hey-days or something.
Next thing they knew, he was talking about needing partners or some other thing...and a war? That got their attention. But he trailed off again, blathering something about going to war with the other camps? Other camps? Hell, they didn't even know there was one...and judging by the looks of a couple of the, uh, shadier folk sitting about, neither did they...until now.
The guy might as well have rolled out a big banner saying "Free stuff here for the taking! Follow me! I'll lead you right there!"
Which, thought Vernon Walker, the de facto leader of this little splinter group, might not be a bad idea.
Of course, that would entail going outside. So, scratch that idea.
They'd just managed to get hold of a couple pieces of equipment that might allow them to haul their sorry butts the heck out of this place and never look back.
What was that guy saying, again?

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Posted Apr 16, 2009, 12:47 am
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Sarah 'Mall-Rat' Hall, the lone ganger of the Gearjammers in this backwater, eyed the four wide-eyed SnB crew. Tall and curvy, her long black leather 'duster' emblazoned with the 'Glowing-eye Deaths Head' of the Gearjammers Logo. Heads turned as she stepped up to the SnB table and sat without an invitation. A woman like her needed no invitation and rarely asked for anything she wanted. She got what she wanted everytime. She knew the magnetism (both, physical and personal) that she commanded.

"I noticed your ears perked up when talk of joining a camp was mentioned." The four 'cherries' sheepishly avoided looking directly at her, stunned that such a woman would even talk to them. "Was I wrong?" She asked, slightly flattered and smirked.

The four exchanged glances and shifted in their seats nervously not speaking, one of them unconsciously bounced his knee till he realized what he was doing.

"Well boys," She said, scooting the chair back rising to her full height. "If you aren't interested in joining a good camp, I'll waste my time elsewhere I suppose."

She hesitated, waiting for a response.
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Posted Apr 16, 2009, 1:38 am Last edited Apr 16, 2009, 1:51 am by JD_Basher
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Jared Awad, section leader for the Highwaymen steps up "Well there's not many of us down here at the moment, we will do what we can to help out"
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Posted Apr 16, 2009, 7:19 am
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"never heard of the 'redistribution of metal'" says martha.. "are they an offshoot of Retribution of Metal?"

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Donald Ramirez original sarsfield representative of 'Redesigning of mental' slaps the back of his rather red bald head " Kids today, pah there all illiterate "
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"Uh...guys." says Willian Fiqueroa. "Guys...." he said again, giving a little chin-tilt as his cohorts in non-mayhem looked at him.
As one they then turned their heads in the direction he'd indicated...expecting the worst considering his eyes were bugging out of his head.
David Harris dropped his left hand to the thigh holster at his side in reflex; his hand found the grip of his .40.
And then they saw her. And all thoughts of metal guns went away and Harris, the Shattered-n-Bloody wheelman at Sarsfield, thought "...this is my rifle this is my gun...this is for fighting, this is for fun."
Then blushed twelve shades of red. His ears lit up like beacons and he was suddenly aware that it was very hot inside the bar. Didn't they have a/c?
The only one of them with any manners, as they watched the statuesque woman walking towards them; Vernon Walker, the 'honcho' for this little enclave, made to stand...then, decided better...it was like being back in junior high and getting called on when you'd been staring at Jill Hayden for the last half hour.
Women were scarce enough in the world. Women that looked like this one...well, wars had been fought.
David Tremaine waited for Vernon to say something. Vernon was their 'lead,' so he should speak for them. He looked at Vernon...Vernon was looking at Harris...who was shaking...Harris couldn't take his eyes off the woman and Fiqueroa was looking everywhere but AT the woman.
"For the love of..." he thought and turned in his seat to face the lady. Damn she was good looking. And tall...had to have legs all the way up to....
"Uh...we, um...uh..." ya, he was suave. She knew it. She wanted him. "We...well me and...I mean, and uh..."
"Tremain, put a cork in it." Vernon finally spoke up. He cleared his throat, took a drink from his now-warm beer. "Who's askin'..."
He stopped talking abruptly. Now that he was starting to think with the bigger head...he was noticing things...besides her cup size...and what he saw first was the 'colors' on her overcoat.
And then he remembered what their...HIS Boss had told him before she sent them out here.
"If you have to talk to anyone...and I'm not saying you should...but if you do have to...remember: engage brain before engaging mouth."
So he shut up. Took a couple seconds. Looked at his 'crew.' They were going to be about as much help as...well, as they'd been since they got to this hole.
Then he realized the woman was saying something about camps and standing up...and all he could do was stare at her crotch...leather pants...tight in all the right....
He mentally slapped himself. His vision cleared. She'd just made them an offer...an offer from one of the most well-known crews in Evan.
"No...uh, ya...no, really...sit." he managed to blurt out. Was it hot in here?
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Posted Apr 16, 2009, 11:30 am
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goat starer said:
"never heard of the 'redistribution of metal'" says martha.. "are they an offshoot of Retribution of Metal?"



"Er frudian slip I guess...whatever that means",  says Randy.  "Oh well i'm no Orator.  Piss on it...I got a Lorry out there wait for me to capture..."

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Posted Apr 16, 2009, 6:38 pm Last edited Apr 16, 2009, 6:38 pm by Joel Autobaun
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" A lorry you say" Jared asks. "Now that we can help with, all new ready to roll"
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Damon_Angel said:
"Uh...guys." says Willian Fiqueroa. "Guys...." he said again, giving a little chin-tilt as his cohorts in non-mayhem looked at him.
As one they then turned their heads in the direction he'd indicated...expecting the worst considering his eyes were bugging out of his head.
David Harris dropped his left hand to the thigh holster at his side in reflex; his hand found the grip of his .40.
And then they saw her. And all thoughts of metal guns went away and Harris, the Shattered-n-Bloody wheelman at Sarsfield, thought "...this is my rifle this is my gun...this is for fighting, this is for fun."
Then blushed twelve shades of red. His ears lit up like beacons and he was suddenly aware that it was very hot inside the bar. Didn't they have a/c?
The only one of them with any manners, as they watched the statuesque woman walking towards them; Vernon Walker, the 'honcho' for this little enclave, made to stand...then, decided better...it was like being back in junior high and getting called on when you'd been staring at Jill Hayden for the last half hour.
Women were scarce enough in the world. Women that looked like this one...well, wars had been fought.
David Tremaine waited for Vernon to say something. Vernon was their 'lead,' so he should speak for them. He looked at Vernon...Vernon was looking at Harris...who was shaking...Harris couldn't take his eyes off the woman and Fiqueroa was looking everywhere but AT the woman.
"For the love of..." he thought and turned in his seat to face the lady. Damn she was good looking. And tall...had to have legs all the way up to....
"Uh...we, um...uh..." ya, he was suave. She knew it. She wanted him. "We...well me and...I mean, and uh..."
"Tremain, put a cork in it." Vernon finally spoke up. He cleared his throat, took a drink from his now-warm beer. "Who's askin'..."
He stopped talking abruptly. Now that he was starting to think with the bigger head...he was noticing things...besides her cup size...and what he saw first was the 'colors' on her overcoat.
And then he remembered what their...HIS Boss had told him before she sent them out here.
"If you have to talk to anyone...and I'm not saying you should...but if you do have to...remember: engage brain before engaging mouth."
So he shut up. Took a couple seconds. Looked at his 'crew.' They were going to be about as much help as...well, as they'd been since they got to this hole.
Then he realized the woman was saying something about camps and standing up...and all he could do was stare at her crotch...leather pants...tight in all the right....
He mentally slapped himself. His vision cleared. She'd just made them an offer...an offer from one of the most well-known crews in Evan.
"No...uh, ya...no, really...sit." he managed to blurt out. Was it hot in here?


The heat from their four blushing faces could be felt from the far side of the bar. Sarah smiled and winked at Vernon as she pulled the chair back and flipped her long coat over the back of the chair, sitting and joining them at the table again. Vernon's face went crimson when he realized she was looking directly into his eyes.

"So, I'm Sarah." she said reaching across the table, waiting for an expected handshake. "Are you the one I should talk to about our offer to join our camp or are one of these cuties ready to speak up for the SnB crew? She looked to the three others in turn and giggled... "Barkeep!" she yelled, raising an arm high, startling all within earshot of the loud voice coming from such a woman. "Another round here if you please, These boys look warm..... and thirsty!"

The ONE thing the SnB crew noticed as she retook her chair (other than the smooth leather pants) was the crossed leather straps across her chest that held a single Rifle and an SMG slung on her body, under each arm, to be hidden by her coat but either readily available to be swung forward for action if needed.

"I have an offer for you 'gentlemen' that your bosses might be interested in hearing about." She continued looking at Vernon who finally raised his chin and looked back at her as the drinks came from the bar.

She continued when the waiter left. "I have been contacted by MY boss to offer YOUR boss an invitation to be a member of our camp."
"All that is required is that you bring to camp ALL of the car parts and electronic parts you can find. You get, in return, access to our Marketplace for ANYTHING we produce at FAR less than cost, Water and Food, all you can carry that you can sell in any market you decide to sell them in."

She took a breath, "The weapons we provide can be sold for 100X what you pay the camp for or keep them for yourselves to use. The food and water average 300X what you pay for them in camp when you sell them."

She smiled, "Whaddya think?"
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Posted Apr 17, 2009, 2:53 am Last edited Apr 17, 2009, 3:14 am by JD_Basher
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"Ahem", Randy clears his throat..."Yhhh Sarah...is it? Sorry I've not met you before, that's more to do with my lack of reputation than yours.

Are you sure about recruiting these boys to work at Rogue's Ridge? Or am I mistaken, you are talking about another camp south of badlands? Sorry to interrupt, I am in agreement. These four are like deer in pirate headlights. They belong in a daily labour job that can be found at a camp."

He turns to the four directly, "I can vouch for what she is sayin'. Rogue's Ridge is a ship sharp place and is run fairly, they will not steer you wrong. Pardon me, I'll get back to my table to plan another convoy."

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Vernon was in love. Puppies didn't look at their mommies with as much 'hang-dog' in their faces as did he.
His crew sat, staring at him like he was insane. They worked for Julie Baca...and they didn't call her "The Horror" for no reason, either. Here he was making a deal to go to work for someone else? They were dead if Baca found out.
The grizzled dude who had been talking about some camp or another earlier had walked over and said something to the broad...they'd sort of heard him...each of them was fixated on some part or another of the statuesque woman sitting at their table.
It only took a second or two for them to sort of recover.
"Uh..." Harris started, but was stopped when he felt a hand on his right arm. It was Fiqueroa, their wheelman, brow furrowed, giving his a barely perceptible shake of his head.
At that moment, Walker, their defacto sort-of-boss in this dump called Sarsfield, pulled a buck out of his pocket and tossed it in the direction of the guy called himself Randy.
"Go get yerself some 'hair of the scorp' old-timer...I don't have time to listen to you blather on. This lady and I have business to talk about.
"Now, shoo." and he dismissed the obvious veteran with a backhanded wave...the guys guessed, trying to impress the hot pocket sitting at their table.
David Tremaine, the crew's shooter, eased his chair back from the table a couple inches...nice and slow. They couldn't see it...but they saw his arm move just a bit...and the almost inaudible 'snick' of a holster strap being unsnapped. That would be "Mary," his .40. He said he called it Mary 'cause when he pointed it at whomever he was about to remove from this crumby world...they inevitably said something about a Holy Mary Mother of...something or other...by then he'd popped them. One of these days, he said, he was going to have to wait for the ending. Last words and all...he should show them that much respect before capping their sorry arses.
Tremaine looked at Fiqueroa and Harris with one of his patented blank poker faces...which meant he was telling them to shut the hell up and sit there...since their backs were sort of to the Randy-guy. If there was going to be something...Tremaine was going to have their backs...literally.
Walker was saying something about how they could handle some work for the chick's camp or whatever and shaking her hand...a little too enthusiastically they all thought.
He was a dead man. If Julie didn't cut certain parts of him off and feed them to him when she found out...the nasty wasteland warrior-looking dude would. Either way, somebody was getting hurt...and Tremaine was planning on not being the last one.
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Mary Mendenhall and Rebecca Cooke were arm wrestling at a nearby table, drifting in and out of the nearby conversation. Both girls had lived in Sarsfield all their lives, and when the Untouchables - now the Underdogs - had drifted into town several months back they offered good money for their assistance with deliveries coming in and out. It had been a few months since the last lorry left, though, and they had a feeling its driver and passengers hadn't survived the trip.

As usual, Rebecca slammed Mary's arm to the table, making her wonder again why they constantly bothered with this futile competition. They had little else to do, though, except train until called upon.

"Rogue's Ridge, eh," Rebecca suddenly piped in. "Never been there myself but some of my colleagues said it was a nice place while they were still members. Just make sure you can bring them a lorry full of scrap metal every other day or they'll boot your ass to the curb."
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Sarah Hall moved 3 tables over faster than the four gentlemen from SnB she was talking to had ever seen any woman (or man). A flash of polished metal seared the stifling air as her 12 inch blade was ripped from her 'calf-sheath' and stuck into the table with a flurry of motion.

"Hey!" Rebecca yelled, half standing. Her other arm was held firmly to the table by her shirt sleeve pierced by Sarahs blade.

Pointing in Rebeccas face, "Lissen here missy", she hissed. "Your bosses were given the chance to stay members or leave Rogues Ridge of their own free will!" "THEY chose to leave!" "All we ask of members is to be active! No Lorries are required!" Bring what you can in ANY size car and leave as loaded as you want, no more no less! Gottit!"

"You MIGHT want to get your facts straight before spouting off again unless you want a wider smile on that pretty face of yours 'sweetie'!"

She pulled the blade from the table and returned to where the four gangers she was dealing with stared, mouths agape and wide eyed. She raised a long leg and put her boot on the chair seat as the blade was replaced in the scabbard now visible on the inside of her calf.

She sat again at her chair, which hadn't moved an inch when she leapt from it a moment ago.

"Well," she said with a back-handed flip of her hair, "Where were we?"
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Rebecca looked down at her shirt, growling low at the tear made in the sleeve. "Come on, let's get out of here. I feel like driving."

Mary looked sheepishly at the other girl. "What car are you planning on driving? I don't think that the boss will approve of us going and buying a car on our own considering there's only two of us to go out scouting."

Rebecca glared back at Mary. "Well, maybe now that our boss is hittin' the traders so hard in Sommerset and hitting the pirates in the Badlands he'll spare a few more hands this way.

Mary shook her head. "Not till he gets that crew in Firelight the hell out of there."

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In all fairness, I did voluntarily leave RR as I didn't really have time to participate, but I did feel like I was contributing to the best of my abilities at the time (Losing my good transport vehicle to FL Manhunters didn't help). I'm a little worried that the focus on camps is going to leave casual players like me out in the cold.... although I've finally got enough of a fleet in SS that I can do enough solo scouts to keep me occupied.  :thinking:

Apologies to JD for saying he booted me out... was more of an in character thing.
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OOC:

Yeah this was all 'in character'... No offense taken or meant Mr. "T". You DID say that you didn't feel that you would be able to contribute as much as you would like since you were moving 'south'. You are MORE than welcome as a member again if you would like.

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"Hey loudmouth!" Sarah turned her head as the two women reached the door, It can be dangerous outside them gates, Take care!" Sarah smiled at the frowning Rebecca as she shoved her friend out the door of the tavern and slammed the door behind them.

Sarah DID wish them well, enemies are easily made out here in the wastes.. Friends were harder to come by.

Sarah turned back to her four entranced males....
"OK, What was I saying again?"... "Oh yeah", she eyed Vernon again, "I believe you were stammering something?"
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Vernon Walker sat, watching the discourse between the women who'd butted into their little business deal to harass the hot broad he'd been talking to...seemed like there was some bad blood there for some reason or another.

No big surprise, he thought, this chic' seemed like a fighter. I'd like to 'fight' with her some night.... he said to himself.

At that moment, a dust-covered slug walked into the bar, slapping his coat, shaking off the road like a big old dog after a good roll in the dirt.

"...uh," he started, slipping a small leather satchel out from under his coat. "Is there a..." He removed a rumpled letter from the pack and read from its front.

"...Vernon Walker here?" he finished, looking up.

Vernon sat up. "Ya, over here." he said. The messenger walked over.

"Evan Delivery Service. Message for Vernon Walker. That'll be $250." the guy said, standing there.

He finally gets something from his fearless leader...and it comes COD? He stood and dug the 'stake' cash out of his zippered jacket pocket that their Boss, Julie "The Horror" Baca had given him the day they'd rolled out for this waste of a town.

"Here ya go." he said, peeling off $250 from the wad. He held out his hand for the letter as the guy took the scratch. The messenger stood there, eased his goggles up over his forehead. "Seriously?" he said.

Vernon was confused. Hadn't he just paid the guy? Why wasn't he giving over the letter? One of his compatriots in exile cleared his throat, shifted in his chair. Vernon, brow wrinkled in consternation, turned to look at him. David Tremaine, hand still under the table and STILL on his gat', gave him an incredulous look and mouthed the word "tip."

"Huh?" he replied, aloud. "What do you mean 'tip?'" I just gave the guy two-fifty!"

"Oh for the love of..." It was David Harris, their wheel-man, who stood up, shoving his chair noisily back across the barroom floor. He reached out and snagged the wad of cash from his cohort...peeled off a $50 bill.

"Here ya go, pal. Thanks." he said, as the messenger took the cash and handed Harris the letter.

"Kind of you, sir." said the dusty mailboy. "Evan Delivery Service hopes you have a productive and safe day."

He smiled, trudged over to the bar and slapped the fifty on it. "Set me up, barkeep!"

Harris stuffed the wad of bills into an inside pocket of his jacket and sat down, dragging his chair under him as he did, then sat back to watch.

Vernon looked like the proverbial scorp' in the headlights.
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Posted May 7, 2009, 11:54 am
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Vernon was reading the note he just paid handsomely for.

The message read:
To: Julie Baca / Current leader of "Shattered and Bloody"
cc: to: any members of the SnB crew in the following towns, Somerset, Elmsfield, Gateway, Badlands, Firelight, Sarsfield: (include all)

From: Barton Garcia / Current leader of the Gearjammers (Rogues Ridge)

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Ms. Baca, The Gearjammers are announcing an opening in our camp to the North-East of Somerset, Rogues Ridge. We received a message from one of our more notable operatives in Sarsfield that your crew may be just the kind of members we are looking for as members of Rogues Ridge. We operate a well established camp with members well schooled in all phases of mechanics and weapons production.

I believe that your membership in Rogues Ridge would benefit us both.

From what my operative in Sarfield says, you operate a saavy crew yourself. Why not join forces and send your application to Rogues Ridge as soon as possible.

Thank you for your time and will look forward to accepting your application to Rogues Ridge in the near future.

Yours,
Barton Garcia/Gearjammers
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end message:
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A peg legged patron at the bar stands up, un-pins the notice and carefully folds it up, handing it to Sarah.

"Pin it somewheres else", says Randy Lawrence, 2nd in command of the Slaythofen demesne. "I lost my leg helping set up the Alley and clearing Sarsfields roads. We get to cherry pick here. Take your camp summons to Somerset where your boys and girls bust their humps."

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Sarah takes the paper from the hobbled man and grabs the long drapes of her overcoat and curtsies, bowing to him.

"You got it handsome!" she says with a smirk.
She rises again and says with a wink, looking him straight in the eye, "Didn't mean to hijack your board like you have been the traders out there!" Everyone in the bar heard that.

She blows a kiss at him and spins toward the bar, her hair falling on her back neatly as she struts away.
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Posted May 15, 2009, 12:29 am Last edited May 15, 2009, 12:31 am by JD_Basher
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