IC: Bleeding Edge Options

[last_of_the_grea...]

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This post has been edited by last_of_the_great_mikeys: Jan 4 2004, 07:55 PM

[Large Mike]

For some strange reason, Mick, Painkiller, Kake, and Nick all open their eyes at the exact same moment. Everyone else is asleep, and it's just immediatly pre-dawn. They think a second, trying to figure out why they've been suddenly and inexplicably awakened from their slumber, when the sound comes again. It's a car door slamming closed.

All of them, instantly on their feet, rush to whatever window is nearest. Out front, four cars have made a barricade, and there seems to be *alot* of people ducked behind it. Out back, there seem to be huge hunks of metal propped against the back fence, with people pointing weapons over it. For just a moment, everything is dead silent. And then, someone speaks over a microphone from the front barricade. You can't see who it is, as they are behind one of the cars. "So?"

At that point, you notice that between the various houses and in the alleys all up and down the street, there seem to be *alot* of people. There's no time to count, but there must be well over one hundred people gathered outside. There are people of all races, nearly half of them aren't bikers. There are at least a half dozen different gangs, although none of them from the immediate neighbourhood.

[Fresno Bob]

Nick grabs his rifle and starts going around kicking or punching everyone awake, depending on their height off the ground.

"C'mon! C'mon, dammit! They've got a goddamn army out there! We've got to do something! Shit!"

[last_of_the_grea...]

WHen Nick whacks Mickey awake, he blinks open and listens to his warning. He's up in a flash, jacket on and weapons in place. HE looks out the window to asses the situation. Drek! It IS an army! Renraku's out in force! Not good.

Well, this is why they had plan B. Lure 'em in and blow 'em up. He sets to waking everyone, Diablo first. "Get your boom-board, chummer. It's on! I hope the mines we'd set can blast a path out of here."

He wakes Yellow next, keeping her with him. He didn't get her that arm just to have her die on him! "It looks bad, Yellow. I'm going to see if we can implement plan B. If so, there's going to be a nasty surprise for the Wild Riders. I don't think that zip gun is going to cut it." He hands her his predator2 and the 2 spare clips. "A loaner. Try not to lose it."

[Fresno Bob]

"No, here, take my T-250! You're probably better with shotguns.", Nick says, grabbing his shotgun and bandolier of shells, and thrusting them into her arms. Then he slides on his armored jacket, and puts on his helmet. It would be good against a knife or a hammer.

"Wait...Kake's truck. We could probably plow through the lot of them with it. Although...Here, Girl, Widow! Get a hammer and nails and boards and start barricading the place! Push furniture in front of the door, anything!", he shouts.

"We're so screwed!", Nick whispers to himself.

[Large Mike]

Everyone is awake now, and everyone is scrambing to do something helpful. It takes an agonizing several minutes to find a hammer and nails, but in the mean time everyone pushes every spare bit of furniture to the windows and doors. Mother and Girl are actually loading up on weapons and leaving the barricading to others. Widow joins them. The two fuss over Girl very quickly and efficiently. Like two mothers sending their little girl out on her first date...except, you know, with guns.

Whoever has the megaphone speaks again. "I said, 'So?' What will it be? Liberty, or death?"

[Fresno Bob]

Nick crouches down behind a window, and peers over his shoulder, looking at the assembled army between the boards.

"So, Mickey...you think we shoul tell them to fuck off? We could join. Might not be so bad. Then again...Fuck.", Nick says, pulling out his cigarettes.

"Hey, one left. Lucky me.", he says, taking it out and tossing the pack to the side. He thumps the butt of his AR against the floor of the doss.

"Where are those fucking russians?"

[Grey]

Ricks watches the choas go on around him and then looks up to Bubba, "My friend, I'm stepping out for a moment, please keep an eye on me."

With that, Ricks sits down and leans back against the wall, the then lets his spirit drift up and out of the house so he can get a better veiw of the situation.

[Grey]

Ricks eyes snap open as he jolts back into his body.

"Fuck me! Micky, this ain't likely somethin' ya wanna hear... but there's around a hundred or so folks out there... and about fifteen or so of them are active. I don't know about you, but I ain't likin' these odds too much."

[Fresno Bob]

Nick shuts his eyes.

"Fuck fuck shit fuck!", he shouts, "Fifteen of them!? Why can't you mage bastards go get nice corp jobs, and leave the streets to the firearm inclined?"

Nick sucks the cigarette down in one long drag, then pitches it onto the ground.

"We still have to give them an answer. You know what? Fuck them. I say blaze of glory. He who lives on the streets is not long for living, or some shit like that. We should put it to a vote though.", Nick says, rising to his feet. He walks into the bathroom and bangs his AR against the tub a couple times.

"Hey, Orlov! Get the hell up! We've got trouble, and I didn't buy you so you could sleep in the tub."

[Large Mike]

Orlav mutters something in Russian when the first brick goes through the window, followed be a grenade.

[Fresno Bob]

Nick pours a bucket of cold water on Orlov's face.

"Seriously man, get the hell up."

[last_of_the_grea...]

Mickey shakes his head at Nick's idea. "THere will be no blaze of glory here today. We planned for this, Edgers. Have faith. Remember the plan and we get out of this alive and able to kick hoop later. RIght now, the first phase of the plan is to turn over the house. RIght? Turn over the house."

He goes to the window...then ducks as the brick flys toward it. He shakes his head again, then sees the grenade drop in! HIs eyes nearly bulge out of his head and he bolts for it. WIth all the explosives set up in the house there's no way he's letting that thing go off in here! He scoops it up and drops it out the window...not at the army out front. That would ruin the plan!

"STOP WITH THE GRENADES! I CALL FOR PARLEY."

[Large Mike]

The grenade goes off outside, with a barrier of slightly lower quality furniture between it and anyone. The megaphone barks, "I'm listening. Say your bit."

The voice is *very* calm and seems almost... amused.

[last_of_the_grea...]

Mickey steps over to the window, looking out at the leader. "I am coming out the front door, unarmed." He went to the front door, telling all the Edgers, "Do NOT fire unless they fire at you." Then he stands to the side of the door, opening it. If no shots ring out, he steps into view, hands open and at his side and steps onto the porch.

"Quite the impressive army you have here. A greater force than we could go toe to toe with at this time. What'll it take for us to walk out of here alive?" His voice is calm and he has that half-vacant stare he always has. His trigger finger twitches as he speaks. "As valiant and noble as going down fighting might be, the death and destruction of the Bleeding Edge at this time does not suit me very well."

[Large Mike]

The voice from behind the car stands up. You're intensly aware that there are at least a dozen guns pointed at you. The man with the megaphone is a smiling dreadlocked guy with no shirt and dozens of tattooes. "Simple, we take a chunk of your earnings, and you take orders from us, when we feel like giving them. Simple as that."

He lights up a cigar. "And don't think I'm going to accept any of this saying you'll do it and backstabbing business. I have an order to show I mean business. I need the life of a lieutenant."

He grins, showing gold-capped teeth, and exhales smoke.

[Fresno Bob]

Nick hears the explosion and charges out, then calms down when he sees Mickey calling for Parley. When he hears the man's answer, he says to Mickey in a hushed voice.

"We're not killing anyone of our guys. I say we answer by shooting him in the head. I'm a good shot. I'll do it.", Nick says. He stays in place, waiting for Mickey's answer, but starts looking around for a good position to try a headshot on the man from.

[Grey]

Ricks whispers under his breath, just to make sure no one accross the street can hear...

"There may be something I can do here... Only trouble is, one of the other Mages on their side may detect it. If you want, I can attempt to take control of his mind."

[last_of_the_grea...]

Mickey stepped from the doorway, shaking his head at Ricks and Nick. He slowly approached
Dread-head to within 10 meters, his open hands at his side, his leather jacket open so they
could see his armoured vest. He tried his best to appear unconcerned about all the weapons
pointed at him.

"Quite the feat, getting entrenched so quickly and quietly. My compliments to you and your
army." He looked at all nearby, making sure they all heard. "However, though you have the
superior force, no Bleeding Edger will kill another, lieutennant or otherwise. If you want
this territory, you will have to occupy it yourselves. We will fight you to the very last,
with everything at our disposal. It will be brutal and bloody. Since the Hellbringers are
right next door, I imagine you would like to have as few losses as possible. So, allow me to
make a counter offer."

He looked directly at Dread-head, standing tall, as an equal talking to an equal. He brought
his wider experience to bear, hoping that he'd set the hook with his description of the current
situation.

"Allow the Bleeding Edge to gather our personal possesions and leave. The house and the
territory that came with it will be yours with no losses." In a lowered voice he said, "Quite the
fief you could bestow, hmmm?" He brought his voice back up again and continued. "The Wild Riders
gain new territory at no loss, HQ intact. The Bleeding Edge move outside the territory. Such a
coup could only raise your reputation. Would these terms be acceptible?"

[Large Mike]

The dreaded man scratches his chin, the dawn light creating a passive, pleaant scene behind him, in the face of all this violence. Some birds at the apex of the house chirp. His gold teeth show again.

"That includes the Loser territory. That's both HQ and all turf. And we're taking the hookers. We'll escort you to the boundary of our territory, and if we ever see any of you in colors or with any more of two of you together inside our borders after this, we kill you. I'll be nice and let you guys keep your bikes and that big truck over there. Take it or leave it. Makes no difference to me. I was kinda looking forward to a fight today."

[last_of_the_grea...]

Inwardly he sighed. Just how long had they been watching the Bleeding Edge? He gave a little grin and said, "Just how long have you had this territory in mind?" Well...looks like plan A wasn't going to work as good. Only 1/4 of the force arrayed against them would get caught in the blast at best. With no territory to run to, it'd be suicide to blast the place today.

"Allow me to keep a few of the girls, at least. I worked hard to get them and invested a lot. There's a personal interest involved."

He started to think about where to go from here. He could have Diablo hand over the boom board to the Hellbringers, let them boot the Wild Riders good...

[Large Mike]

Mother, inside, watches pensivly what's going on outside. She seems to reflect for a second, and runs upstairs.

[Grey]

What the fuck? I join up and the next day have to hand over my girls? Man... fuck this, Ricks thinks to himself.

[Large Mike]

"I tell you what. Three. You can keep three. But I better never see them. Cause I'm in a killing mood. Deal?"

[Fresno Bob]

Nick leans against the frame of the doorway as he watches the proceedings. When the terms of surrender are laid out, he goes back inside.

"I fuckin' swear, Ricks...if I catch this dreadhead bastard, I'm going to grind his fucking face off on my bike's back tire.", Nick says.

Then he sees Mother run upstairs.

"Hey, where's she going? We need everyone down here.", Nick thinks to himself. He runs upstairs after her.