Down in the Gutter: IC, Surviving to See Tomorrow is Goal #1 Options

[grendel]

00:39:07 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - The Pizza Bank, NE 137th Pl and 124th Ave NE
Legion

Legion continued to move forward, mindful of the young ganger's sudden defensive posture. Had the roles been reversed, he would be cautious as well.

"Just somebody passing through, looking for a cigarette."

He gestured behind him, but didn't take his eyes from the young LoCoS ganger.

"In fact, given a choice, we'd all just like to pass through, no muss, no fuss, no trouble at all."

[adamu]

00:39:10 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - The Pizza Bank, NE 137th Pl and 124th Ave NE

Grack

Could drundeah zakhan right now.

Adjust grip on axe.

Legion talktalktalk with LoCo ujnort. Over before he could make speech.

Step forward. So quiet.

Legs first, so knows its coming.

Another step.

Then the gut. Live long, but no way to save.

One more step...Night not dark. See everything. See Ink.

Zakhan can wait. He made my star shine. He mixed beauty with power. He is part of my legend. Must not fight Legion.

Silence the Fang.

"Skraa Ink!" Step into light. "'This war is over. Now it's time to rebuild.'" His words. His pretty speech. "No more fight. You are strong. You made me beautiful."

[Meriss]

00:39:10 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - The Pizza Bank, NE 137th Pl and 124th Ave NE

Ink

Ink took in the speaker, trying to get a bead on the shape and get one shot off.

Then there was a low crunch on his side left side, Shit!

He turned, pointing the gun at the incoming Plague rat.

He heard "Skraa Ink! This war is over. Now it's time to rebuild. No more fight. You are strong. You made me beautiful."

He dropped his gun arm "Shit, ese. Grack? Where'd you come from? So who's your friend that likes his smokes?"

[rob]

00:21:10 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - At the intersection of 126th Ave NE and NE 142nd Ln
Bockscar

I break right as I go through the door and badmarsh goes down; rifle ahead and searching for corners, doorways, and other funnels.

Gotta work quick before the bystanders around Badmarsh panic; give 'em something to do before they fucking think. Shout "Bring him in here NOW! Get him in cover and use this!"

No chance in hell they'll know what 'this' is, but my left hand snatches up and rips the red-foil-wrapped trauma patch off my eapaulette and flicks it back to the door. Fuck. That was mine. I'da been left if I needed it.

Crouch into the heel-toe walk; general direction of the raiders, keepin' an eye out for windows that overlook them, keeping low to minimize my sillhouete from outside. First things first.

[adamu]

00:39:10 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - The Pizza Bank, NE 137th Pl and 124th Ave NE
Grack

"He's Legion."

Spit on ground.

"Doesn't want to fight."

[Meriss]

00:39:10 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - The Pizza Bank, NE 137th Pl and 124th Ave NE
Ink

Ink looks the young gang leader up and down. "The big hefe huh? Carlos always made you sound bigger, ese. Like you was troll sized or some shit. They call me Ink."

He holds out a blood encrusted hand "No problema ese, it ain't mine"

[Unarmed]

00:39:13 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - The Pizza Bank, NE 137th Pl and 124th Ave NE
Doc

Doc kept to the shadows as Grack made introductions. He recognized the LoCos vato, as the tattoo artist that was pretty chummy with Nevada, and Doc thought he remembered selling him Cocaine at least once. Doc's spanish was actually half-decent, and he thought he'd try greeting the ganger using the language. He stepped out of the shadows, as Legion and Ink were saying their hellos.

"¿Qué onda, ese?"

[grendel]

00:39:18 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - The Pizza Bank, NE 137th Pl and 124th Ave NE
Legion

Legion grasped Ink's forearm, wrist to wrist in a warrior's salute. That the young ganger was carrying a coating of blood that wasn't his didn't matter at all. He shrugged in reply to Ink's statement.

"I make a habit of being not what people expect. Seems like some of my crew know you. Think it'll be okay with Carlos if we just pass on through?"

[Meriss]

00:39:18 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - The Pizza Bank, NE 137th Pl and 124th Ave NE

Ink

Ink nods at Doc "Da nada, hombre. Que pasa a tu?"

The gangers eyes cloud with pain for a moment at Legion's question. "Nobody 'll mind hefe, they're all muerte. Every last one, ese. I am the LoCoS now."

"So where you headed, hefe? Mind if I come with?"

[Lindt]

00:30:47 Saturday, November 1, 2070 – Intersection of NE 124th Ave and NE 132nd St
Child

Child took a second to himself before responding.
"Legion is a living legend. And since hes still alive, cause no one, not even those bat shit Raiders, can kill him, Im all for it. We aint got shit to loose by at least talking to the man."

He adjusted the strap of his shotgun.

"Gimme a hand dirtying up this bike and we'll head out."

Child grabbed a handful of muck and rubbed it along the bright orange and yellow of his bike, trying at least temporarily, to cover its true owners colors.
With some help the job went fast, and within a few moments Child and Fool where starting their treck north along 124th.

[Abbandon]

00:30:47 Saturday, November 1, 2070 – Intersection of NE 124th Ave and NE 132nd St
Fool

As Fool finished helping smear "stuff" all over the bike to help hide its true identity and tried his best to get his hands clean again he spoke up. "Hey, im going to use my cybereyes to scan for people as we drive along. I'll give ya a slap on the shoulder if I see anyone and that will be your cue to slowdown so I can get a good look. If I slap you on the shoulder again that means floor it because they arent friendlies. OK?

I'll kinda be like that dude in that one movie who is up in that bat's nest or bird's nest or whatever they called it who looks out for other ships and land. You get to be the captain."

[Unarmed]

00:39:21 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - The Pizza Bank, NE 137th Pl and 124th Ave NE
Doc

Doc felt his speech slipping back into english.

"Nothing much, ese. If you still got a nose for the yayo, you know who to see, right?"

Doc paused for a second, thinking that bringing up Ink's drug use shortly after the death of all of his comrades might not have been the best idea.

"My old crew's all muerte too, ese. That's why I'm not flying any colors. You should come with us, you'll be in good company."

Still, Doc knew full well that the decision was not his to make, and his eyes fell on Legion.

[grendel]

00:40:38 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - The Pizza Bank, NE 137th Pl and 124th Ave NE
Legion

The LoCoS destroyed as well? Carlos dead? How many has the war claimed?

This was news to Legion, and unwelcome news at that. More than just the Hammerpack had been destroyed, he knew that already, but the damage suddenly seemed more extensive. With so many gone, what would happen to the power structure of Kingsgate? Who would seek to expand their territory? Who would play it cool? The variables in the equations gave him a headache, and he shook his head once. There would be time enough later to weigh the events of the past month, to sift their meanings and examine the repercussions. Now was not the time. He looked back to Ink.

"We're headed south, looking for a place to crash and rebuild. Be a brother to me like you were to Carlos and you're welcome to come with us."

[WinterRat1]

00:21:10 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - At the intersection of 126th Ave NE and NE 142nd Ln
Bockscar

Bockscar cautiously but quickly moved through the house, hoping to catch the Raiders before they realized what had happened. Unfortunately, the angle of the building relative to the Raider position was such that he had to get to the back of the building to have a chance of seeing them. Motioning Nevada to follow, the two of them crept quietly through the building.

Behind them were the clumps and thuds of the girls' heels as they tried to drag Badmarsh into the building and to safety. A second sharp rifle crack, followed by loud screams and panicked running indicated that more than likely, they had not been successful. A dull thump sounded through the room the pair had just left, sounding far too much like a body hitting the floor for either Bockscar or Nevada to harbor any illusions about what had probably happened.

As bad a sign as that was, what was perhaps even more ominous was that in the last few seconds, the submachine guns at the Raiders end of the alley had fallen suspiciously silent...

[Meriss]

00:40:41 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - The Pizza Bank, NE 137th Pl and 124th Ave NE

Ink

Ink mulls over Legion's suggestion for a few seconds before responding.

"Hefe, you got yourself a hermano" He holds his hand out again to cement the bond.

"So, Doc does this mean I get a discount ese?"

[Unarmed]

00:40:44 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - The Pizza Bank, NE 137th Pl and 124th Ave NE
Doc

At Ink's suggestion of a discount, Doc laughs, immediately bursting out: "No fucking wa..." His mouth shuts abruptly. Appearances, appearances. "Let me put it this way: you ever see me give anyone a discount?" Doc smiles, his ruined face contorting into a grin that was intended to be comforting, but ends up looking nothing of the sort. "I don't have any shit on me, either, but if I can get to my place and then work a bit of magic, I can get you some at a price that's fair."

Doc looked down 124th avenue. "We should get moving."

[rob]

00:21:11 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - At the intersection of 126th Ave NE and NE 142nd Ln
Bockscar

Second shot, thud, shit going on behind me. Bad case of someone else's problem.

Hear feet, screams. Yell, hopefully just-loud-enough-to-carry, "GET DOWN!"

Glance to the only chica with some sense around here, quick - "Help them. Got the back." Don't even break stride. Still moving forward; reroute towards where the back door should be.

My hand moves onto the slide of the grenade launcher. Gonna give these assholes a fucking present if they try to flank us...

[grendel]

00:42:03 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - The Pizza Bank, NE 137th Pl and 124th Ave NE
Legion

Legion grasped Ink's hand again, formally welcoming him into the gang. A smile ghosted across his lips as he turned to look at his motley crew.

We're going to need a name soon.

He nodded when Doc spoke, though. The day was not over by a long shot.

"Yeah. Grack, Thumper, push on. We've got to make it south of Heartbreaker's territory before we can start to look for a place to crash."

[Lindt]

00:33:05 Saturday, November 1, 2070 – NE 124th Ave Headed North
Child

Child rolled his newly camo'd ride out into the street.

"I think you mean Crows Nest. Yeah, I saw Capt Blood too. Good flick."

He cranked the bike over and listened to it idle for a brief second. The unfamiliar weight of his bitch rider taken into account, Child nudged up on the gear shift pedal and took off at a reasonable pace. Last thing he wanted to do was crash and burn.

It felt good to be headed some where, with someone he knew. A few hours ago, the world had ended, and knowing that there where still people he knew alive gave Child a much needed rise in spirits. Riding was his second favorite thing to do, and tonight was just the kind of time it needed to be more then transportation. Tonights ride was a new start, perhaps a start of something better. Either that or the last chance he would get to stretch his wings and fly.
Not that any of that mattered. Dark street, full of junkies, junkers, and the occasional remnant of the months long war had every nerve ending on his body singing a different song.

[Abbandon]

00:45:00 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - South of NE 137th Pl and 124th Ave NE
Legion, Thumper, Grack, Doc, Ink

Having absorbed another wayward soul, the group of 5 gangers turned to the south again and began walking, who knew how long it would take to clear Kingsgate and make it south of the Heartbreakers turf. Gunshots were still ringing out in the night and then everyhing returned to silence. There were only a handful of lit up windows in the surrounding buildings as most people turned them off so that they could see outside and also eliminate any shadows that could be used to target them from the outside.

The group was brought to a halt again though as the low sounds of a motorcycle engine idling along reached their ears like some enemy gangers on patrol. Legion gave the command to clear the street and take cover. Legion could see Thumper readying the pistol he had pulled from the dwarf and gave him a wait command.....

00:45:12 Saturday, November 1, 2070 – NE 124th Ave Headed North
Fool, Child

It had been slow going for Fool and Child. They slowed down for a number of people who only turned out to be bums who were just unabe to get off the streets even in ti chaos. Once they themselves has to pull the bike over and hdie when they had approached an intersection and heard another bike. The bike blew by quickly like i was either running from something or trying to get someplace quickly, probably both. They had cleared that intersection and were coming up another when Fool's cyber eyes finally caught sight 5 shadows emerge from the darkness. He gave Child a tap on the shoulder to slow down again but he could tell some of the shadows had already heard something.

The 5 shadows froze in their tracks and as Fool and Child got closer Fool was able to make out more and more features. One was obviously a troll. what the hell was that..an orc that had a big hole on each side of his face where his cheeks had been..disgusting. After the initial shock it seemed like he should remember who that was and then it occured to him that the Hammerpack did indeed have a guy who fit that description. As he began to take in the guy who was in the middle who seemed to be leading the others Fool saw him gesturing wit his hands and then they all split and disappeared off the street taking cover whereever they could. Not before Fool had a chance to halfway recognize who the middleman was. He was pretty sure it had been the man they were looking for. Legion. The leader of the hammerpack. A man who had survived many gang destructions and who might be able to sympathize with Fool and Child and take them in.

Fool leaned forward and shouted so that Child could hear him. "I think we found Legion but they scattered." Pointing up ahead, fool continued "Come to a stop up there. Keep the engine going though I could be wrong..."

[Abbandon]

00:45:24 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - Along 124th Ave NE somewhere between 132nd and 137th.
Fool

Fool raised his hands into the air to show they were empty and held them their but stayed on the bike. "Unless im mistaken one of you guys is Legion of the Hammerpack...if Im right or if any of you are Hammerpack we need to talk. If none of you are Legion or Hammerpack just say so and we will be on our way peacefully.."

Fool scanned the area but nobody's face was exposed completely, all he could see were eyes. He was only going to give them a few seconds to respond before he slapped Child on the shoulder to get the hell out of there.

[grendel]

00:47:11 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - Along 124th Ave NE somewhere between 132nd and 137th.
Legion

With a hand on Grack's shoulder to keep the young ork from charging into battle, Legion glanced up and down the street. It was unlikely that this was some kind of bait or trap, but it always paid to be careful.

"Stay frosty, boys, keep me covered," he whispered, nodding to Thumper and Doc. He remember that Ink had a weapon as well, and glanced at the young ex-LoCoS ganger, relieved to see it in his hand and his eyes on the targets.

Maybe not so motley after all.

"Keep your hands where I can see 'em. Stay cool and let's talk." Legion pitched his voice to carry over the noise of the idling motorcycle, but not further. He didn't want to attract too much attention still out in the open like this. Stepping out from the shadows of the alleyway, he moved forward until he was within a couple of meters of the motorcycle. He rested his sheathed sword on his right shoulder and settled his face into something a little less threatening and manic.

"I am Legion."

[Abbandon]

00:48:23 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - Along 124th Ave NE somewhere between 132nd and 137th.
Fool

"You have a reputation for surviving gang wars even when your crew gets destroyed... not only that but rebuilding and forming new gangs and coming back bigger and badder than before..." Fool's arms were starting to get tired but he continued to hold them in the air.

"Me and my friend are the only surviving members of the Side Street Rollers and we thought you might take us into the fold since we now have something in common. We are ready to pledge our loyalty and do whatever initiation you guys would have us do. My name's Fool and im farely good with a knife and this here is Child and he is good at fixing anyhting with wheels, mostly bikes. So how about it omae?".

Fool's hand was ready to come down on Child's shoulder at the first sign of trouble..

[grendel]

00:48:57 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - Along 124th Ave NE somewhere between 132nd and 137th.
Legion

And then there were seven. Seven's a lucky number.

Legion motioned Fool to put his arms down.

"No real initiation, you've survived the war, that alone means you're tough enough. The last of the Side Street Rollers, huh? Didn't realize that they'd come down and hit you so hard. We're pushing south to Heartbreaker's turf to regroup and rebuild. You're welcome to come if you'd like, I can always use another set of hands to haul the load."

Pausing, Legion rested his sword against his leg while he tapped out and lit up a fresh cigarette. The casual gesture brought the rest of the gang out from the shadows, clustering along the sidewalk in various stages of (dis)interest. He motioned to them as way of introduction.

"The rough looking one over there is Grack, that's Thumper, the tall one's Doc, late of the Eightballs, and Ink is the sole surviving LoCo. So you're in good company."

[Abbandon]

00:49:11 Saturday, November 1, 2070 - Along 124th Ave NE somewhere between 132nd and 137th.
Fool

Fool hopped off the bike and walked over to Legion and gave a warrior handshake, hand to wrist. "Wow I've heard of all you guys. Short on numbers, big on talent eh? Yeah either the Steel Demons or the 405 Hellhounds firebombed our base and fragged everybody. What about you guys? I thought the Hammerpack territory was up north?"

Fool fell in step with the rest of the crew deciding to walk with them now that he was one of them. He returned handshakes when they were offered and gave head nods to those who made eye contact. Fool tried not to show it but a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He had felt so exposed being in Kingsgate with nobody else to lean on except Child. It looked like if wanted it to stay like this he was going to have fight for it, more than he did in the SSR. Fool reached down and ran his hand over the handle of his blade vowing to do just that.