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Character Portrait: Mike Mcalister Likes to make friends, loves to travel, stays in shape.
Character Portrait: Shisa-gure "Jhon" Rinji unimpressed, dry and very chill dude that is also a sniper for hire
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That last bump send flying through the window the last remains of Jhon´s drowsiness, even for his small figure the back of the truck wasn't a comfortable place and the music isn't loud enough to entertain him. He hadn´t talked to much with the rest of the group and they remained silent which was bordering on annoying, besides the Sergeant and Gomer who were bickering among themselves like old ladies, but with all things considered the Sgt. may be right about this being the right time to get to know each other at least in a social scene. Since they actual usefulness wouldn't be apparent until shit started to sprout around them...

Looking to the other people in the truck it was obvious that the Sgt´s question wasn't very serious "no one comes to a place like this unless they are desperate, escaping from something or bored to the point of popping a cap on their own foot just to ride the high"

This thought provoked a small chuckle to try and escape his mouth but his usual unimpressed expression remained "Why indeed am I here... the answer must obviously lay with the comfy accomodations, the amusing company and the excellent whether" Jhon mused sincerely which landed him on the conclusion that he actually didn't much care to explain his reasons even to himself. Fruitia meant one thing and only one for him, "To be honest Sargent... I came here to have fun, real fun!... but mostly to explore and report" He answered while unattaching the scope from his riffle and turning his body towards the window.

This holes and bumps filled tunnel was soon to end and he wanted to see what this place was hiding and found if this so called exploration mission was going to be a fluke or a entertaining ride. Adjusting the sight to a good distance from his eye so as not to loose it with the inevitable bumps he decided that indeed the time for proper introductions was at hand "If I may sargent, I doubt the dessert has a music preference so why don't we turn the volume up it may even wake some friendly locals from under the sand" he winked towards the rearview mirror before going back to his sightseeing...

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Mike puts his hand on his door handle waiting for a good time to ditch the truck and head home.

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The increasing bumps of the rough road were almost soothing once you got used to them. Even with the country music grating at the edge of her attention, Tuva had her eyes half closed when the bickering started. She listened with half interest and rolled her eyes at the sergeant's weak defense of his musical taste. She leaned her head against the window, trying to catch a glimmer of the landscape beyond in the darkness, though she doubted it would have been much of note. Welcome to the desert. Population: sand.

"So! Fresh meat. Why you poor bastards in the company of me n' Gomer here? How bad you fuck up to be on the exploration detail?"

Tuva grinned, moving her head away from the window just in time to avoid a particularly nasty jolt of the truck. She'd served under her fair share of sergeants in the past- it was always nice to get one who didn't seem choked by a stick up their arse.

She listened to the other conscript make some vague excuse about exploration and fun. From the sergeant's attitude, she guessed only one of those two things were on the menu. It also made her wonder how badly she must have pissed off her last superiors if they were sending her on a suicide mission. She'd thought they got on rather well, although, there had been that incident...

Regardless, she decided to distract from Jhon's request to turn up the music by joining the conversation.

"I don't know about fun, but exploration certainly sound like my original briefing," Tuva said. "Though from the way you're describing it Sarge, I'm guessing my job will be to keep you lot alive as long as I can. Doctor Crane, at your service."

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"here goes" Mike whispered then opened the truck door and leaped out. He landed in the dry sand just after a bump and watched as the truck got out of eyesight. "time to head home". He got up and headed the opposite direction of the truck and hummed a calming tune to help him back home and through the hot desert

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The tunnel was long and dull there where remnants of what most likely was a very active highway but is time had long past and the small indications of anything zoomed in his scope, showing Jhon a clear shoot to the entrance.

Gomer didn't take the bait about the music volume but the serius face on the other side did put a name to herself and a specialization

"I don't know about fun, but exploration certainly sound like my original briefing. Though from the way you're describing it Sarge, I'm guessing my job will be to keep you lot alive as long as I can. Doctor Crane, at your service."

"Oh... right names and favorite thing to do while the bullets fly, those are what people want when they ask your info, Well it´s nice to have a patcher and a very official one it seems... I should probably be more like that" Rinji let this thoughts fly pass him as the dullness of the tunnel magnified in his sights

"Well met Doc It´s nice that someone's job is to keep us alive so we don't have to... and for that noise I´m Shisa-gure Rinji or Jhon if you are trying to be formal and I´ll be your eyes Like on cue a sound of a door opening and followed by the distinc sound of a body impacting against the ground reached Jhon´s ears.

He calmly but as fast as possible readjusted his focus to search for hidden enemies, the young conscrip had fallen from the truck, It was improbable that they had been shoot since he had scanned the whole tunnel with his rifle´s scope but maybe he had eff up, "It would be against my luck... or maybe this rickety truck´s locks weren't strong enough to resist the rough terrain" he mumbled to himself before adjusting his posture and attaching the scope to the riffle

"Man down Sargent, the front is clear for turning and no guns on sight, I'll cover our rear"
"yeah... exactly like I thought, this is going to be a fun mission"

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"that's was TOO easy" mike looks back to where the truck was going and shrugged "eh, at least i'm out of that stupid truck". He turns back around and keeps heading home. About an hour later he is on the ground resting and all his combat gear is gone because of the extreme heat of wearing it. "almost there.....almost there" Mike kept saying to himself to keep his hopes up.

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"Well lady and gentlemen, I would say it is a pleasure to meet you if I meant it."
Sgt. Baker yelled over the engine, fists still guiding the heavy truck and eyes straight ahead. Gomer looked boredly on out of his passenger window.

"Specialist Crane! I suggest you drain yourself of any other braggadocios sentiment because where we are going you won't have time to be full of yourself. Do I make myself clear!?" He barked the order in a manner that would give anyone who had been in a boot camp flashbacks.

"As for you Shisa, I hope your idea of fun is making alive things dead, and exploring for what little food we will need once we establish firmer roots in the area. And I must admit, you are a crazy son of a bitch." He chuckled and looked over at Gomer.

"Even shit for brains don't wanna be out here. And he loves killin almost as much as me. Now! As for you , the miscreant who can't stay still!"
He turned his steely gaze back towards Mike, but he was already flying out the door. Gomer whipped his head back as the door behind him opened, him and Sarge looked on for a second. Then, after a split second, they both started laughing hysterically.
"That has to be a new record, right sarge?!" Gomer said. "He didn't even MAKE it there!"

Sarge continued to laugh as well. "That's alright, if he knows better'n me then let him build his own little utopia out there!"
He leaned back in the seat as the door Mike had bailed out of slammed shut.

Gomer was still guffawing like an idiot in the front, as he turned back to the two remaining in the cab.
"One down, two to go!" He laughed again, turning around and beginning to raise his hand towards the volume knob on the radio. His hand was immediately smacked away as Sarge screamed at him.
"I done told you dumb fuck. I'm in charge, and its my damn radio!"
Most of the smoke had cleared out of the cab, but the stubby remains of Sarge's cigar was doing wonders to fill it back up. They bounced along, driver nor navigator giving any clue as to how much longer the drive was to be.

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"Well met Doc It´s nice that someone's job is to keep us alive so we don't have to... and for that noise I´m Shisa-gure Rinji or Jhon if you are trying to be formal and I´ll be your eyes."

Tuva nodded a greeting in return, turning to get a better look at the other conscript as he spoke. He seemed younger than her, perhaps by a few years, but he was certainly built like a soldier and from his attitude, she guessed this wasn't his first day on the job. That settled her, a little, and she was about to open her mouth with a reply when an order was barked from the driver's seat.

"Specialist Crane! I suggest you drain yourself of any other braggadocios sentiment because where we are going you won't have time to be full of yourself. Do I make myself clear!?"

She frowned, unsure what part of her job description made her come off as arrogant, but then the sergeant wasn't the first of her superiors to have made that assertion. A colourful description by a former lieutenant came to mind, though to be fair she had been trying to put his leg together with two planks and a handful of bandages at the time, and the man had refused to deplete the morphine supply for a "flesh wound". Said flesh wound had almost taken his leg off, but he had seemed more concerned with her attitude to the problem than the actual problem.

"Crystal, sergeant," she replied, and would perhaps have added to it if Mike hadn't chosen that exact moment to open the door and jump from the truck.

"What the-" Tuva turned against the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the so-called miscreant. Her words were cut off by laughter and banter from the front seat, neither of her superiors seemingly interested in checking on their lost companion.

"One down, two to go!"

The door shut, and the truck kept moving. For the first time since the drive had begun, Tuva began to wonder what exactly she had got herself into. Dangerous situations she could deal with, but a sergeant that not only encouraged his men to fall, but seemed to delight in it, well. That was another matter. She sunk back, staring in disbelief at the seat in front of her as though it could offer any answers.

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Mike was about 30 miles from his home and was not regretting his decision. He was watching the ground pass by as he walked along the dessert following the tracks the truck left behind. Mike looked into the sky just to see the sun. "Beautiful" he said sarcastically. "Could you please turn down your brightness a little?" Mike looked back at the ground and kept walking.

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Meanwhile, far further up ahead from the ground in the roving desert of death they had only just entered into stood what remained of a large city. Of course, after so long and with no one to maintain it the desert had begun to eat the city back up and pretty much nothing worked anymore. Occasionally one could find something that worked, a system or two that had been designed to last or withstand explosions, isolated systems that were protected. Anything stashed in a vault that over one million dollars was spent on in it's design, as well as the surrounding systems which were also built to last.

But, that stuff would make up less then one percent. At least, that is what Ixian believed. However, this place could not be called a true a city. After all, it did not have many people in it, certainly not the original inhabitants or their descendants. No, Ixian could technically count for that group. But still, this place was an absolute hellhole now.

Even Ixian, with all of his abilities, knew he could end up dead any second if he was not careful, or was just unlucky despite his caution.

As the sweet wind of the desert brushed past his cheek, he decided to check from a safe, nice rooftop the surroundings. If he could stay far away from any of the dangers in the desert, Ixian felt his chances of surviving skyrocketed. As for what he was looking through, it was the scope of a Sniper Rifle he materialized. He might look young, but technically he was older then all of them if you count stasis time, and he was sure something the scientists did to him damaged his ability to age...though, not growing and undying were two very different things.

"What the fucking hell..."

Swearing out of surprise, with his sound of his voice not matching the words at all, he saw a truck a good distance out...but also a man, who was walking. Alone. At night. In this forsaken desert.

And he could already see them moving in to surround and kill him under the cover of night. They blended in with the shadows, approaching him while being sure not to make sound or become seen. Various predators of the desert.

Ixian pointed the gun at the man's head, aligning it with the scope. Even though he was dozens of miles away (based on Ixian's guesswork as he doesn't actually know how long a mile is) at least, because Ixian had a clear line of sight, excellent eyesight, and the Sniper Rifle the scientists forced him to learn about so he could materialize it was amazingly powerful, he could make that shot right then and there. If he did this, it would be a painless, instant death.

"I should just give you some mercy now, and kill you before they get to you. Because no matter what, your chance of living...is zero".

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"This is some good fucking exercise" Mike bends over to catch his breath. He lays down in the sand. "Now is a good time to get some rest." He slowly drifts off to sleep.

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The mournful, tinny music continued to ooze its way lazily out of the speakers. Between the cigar smoke and musical monotony, the three roamed on through the night. Bands of stars and the floodlights atop the cab the only illumination for who knows how many dozens of miles. Gomer even had his doubts on Sarges memory, and if he could pinpoint the original camp they had set up. For hours it seemed they drove on at a slow but steady pace, weaving through dried creek beds, dodging remains of barbed wire fence and the occasional giant yucca plants.

Movement could occasionally be seen outside of the cab, if one was quick enough to catch it. A pair of eyes, few and far between would glisten momentarily in the headlights. It was unclear if Sarge had seen them, but if he had, he was not acknowledging it in the slightest. Gomer, on the other hand, had found the most relaxed position he could in the cramped front seat, leaning up against his assault rifle and one of his feet on the dash. No bump or squeak of the suspension, or wail of the obnoxious slide guitar could make him stir. He was out for the count.

Finally, just when the sky was turning purple with the first rays of sunlight, Baker performed a maneuver that Even jostled Gomer awake, rocking the whole cab back and fourth as though the truck might roll. When the correction was made however, it was clear they had jumped some sort of embankment onto the first road they had encountered since leaving civilization. Not only that, it was paved. Sarge put his foot on the gas as the truck lurched into passing gear, tires welcoming the difficulty-free surface.

“Weeelllp, not too long now conscripts, and we will have arrived and forward station Ute. Your new home for the next year.” Sarge once again spoke with an authoritative yell to be heard over the music he refused to turn down.

Gomer, who still seemed half asleep and was currently looking up and out of his window, tiredly said

“Or maybe the rest of yer life.” He chuckled lazily.

“Oh shut the fuck up Gomer. At least those two look like they wouldn’t walk straight into a bonfire, like you would, Mister Jack Daniels.” The slightest bit of exacerbation with his cohort ringing though.

“Now. Take in a bit of the scenery before its tryin’ to kill ya. “

Cranking down his window, The sergeant spat out the remains of his cigar, still lit, into the dry, dead field of weeds on the side of the road. Without a second thought, he pulled out another cigar and began to light it, steering the truck with his legs as he did so. They only remained on the road for a short time as they were traveling thrice as fast as their previous pace now. Slowly a gigantic bluff began to appear, casting a miles long shadow in its wake. The Rising sun crowned above it, flooding the pink and red desert sand with sunlight. A forest in the distance was slowly approaching, and trees began to pass by the road. Then, signs in front of old, concrete foundations. The signs read of old gas prices, with their respective vendors above. Finally, a large sign that very boringly stating “Fruitia Welcomes you!” in a font that screams science nerd.

Bigger buildings began to pop up, all in various states of disrepair. Warehouses with gigantic parking lots in front of them, the occasional civilian car still dutifully waiting for its owner as it slowly becomes one with the pavement. Tall, imposing chain link fences topped with barbed wire surrounded most of the buildings. All were broken and downed in several places however, rendering them useless. The gates ironically still stood next to their guard posts. But still they drove on, and soon the reason why was apparent as the road began to wind up onto the plateau. The sun was fully up as they pulled up to a small, stout building atop the plateau, next to an imposingly tall radio tower. The loud buzz of electricity came from within the building, and one could see that there were power lines, somehow miraculously still standing running down the plateau, back towards the warehouses and complexes they just passed.

The truck lurched to a stop, and Sarge killed the engine. Gomers boots were already on the pavement walking towards the building. He opened the door and walked inside, as the sound of a breaker being thrown echoed out of the metal shack. The radio in the truck turned to static.

“Finally!” Gomer cried with genuine relief.

Baker simply turned the radio off, stepping outside of the truck and looking back down the road towards the grassfire he had started.

“Welcome to the edge of the world, conscripts. These ruins represent the edge of the map.”
He faced away from the rising sun, waving his his cigar at he forest of pine creeping up the foothills in the distance.

“We do not currently know what, if anything strategically valuable is in those foothills. They are still 7 miles away across uncharted and rough terrain.”

Taking a long puff he added: “But we’re going to know. We refuel here, and get some rest. Now! Help Gomer with the gas cans in the shed.” Baker continued to look towards the mountains in the horizon, mind already contemplating the next move.

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He had braced himself and the riffle for the turn but instead what came was a burst of laughter coming from the sergeant, Rinji pulled his face away from the sights, it wasn´t a surprise for him that potentially losing a conscript wouldn´t cause much of a reaction but still... "the kid could´ve been useful, a funny guy or some sort of edgy killing machine...
Sigh"
a small snicker escaped his lips but his face quickly went back to his uninterested expression while he took in the reactions of his ´companions´ after which Jhon went back to scanning his suroundings...




The next hours of the trip were dull and uneventful even when they breached the desert and the dilapidated remains of a town were visible, the only thing worth noting was the seemingly well preserved road and the things, his scope was good enough to help Jhon detect them but they were a stealthy bunch of critters "... and some of them are tiny too, cute, maybe this things will sing us a more suiting lullaby... or maybe they aren´t even there... hahha"

“Weeelllp, not too long now conscripts, and we will have arrived and forward station Ute. Your new home for the next year.” ...

It could be worse the scenery was made by dead leaves, dead air, dying buildings deadly things and sand which was decorated by a lovely welcoming sign. The Sergeant and Gomer continued to show their bickering old lady demeanor while the Doc seemed to be measuring and ready, for Rinji this scouting mission was a simple paycheck and some time off the exhausting regulations, an easy but long reconnaissance job in a undying land with the bottom of the barrel and multiple pointy things tryin to kill them "...yeah, I was delusional to think this one was going to be different". After a the not completely abandoned city gave way to a incline leading to a radio tower, this was a neat addition to the scenery, and propelled the idea of desolation even deeper into the area " they will most likely listen to us and drive out here for us immediately if we found something interesting like... sand"

“Welcome to the edge of the world, conscripts...."

The place was interesting for Jhon with easily accessible nests for him to watch from and although not fairing better than the rest of the area it presented itself as a purpose fulfilling post, the forest visible beyond it was another thing altogether, it was causing an itch on Rinji to go and explore it, to find out if the nice little deadly things he saw in the desert were waiting for them there., walking all around the truck towards Tuva´s side of the truck, he focus his sight on her turned to look at the third sit that had remained empty since the tunnel and nodded towards the desert "Kids are not impervious to have shitty decisions, shitty orders or simply shit happen to us, on the other hand at least we think we know how to clean" He reattached the sights, adjusted his riffle to his back "Sadly the welcoming party seems to be otherwise delayed... It could be cute too count how many eyes watch us tonight, if any" and humming he continued to grab two gas cans and help Nanny G with the task...

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Ixian could not help but be shocked at the display he just saw. The man...had he...did he just fall asleep, in the middle of the most dangerous place in the universe (in Ixian's eyes), without even setting up camp or any sort of camo or defenses?! Had just just gone and fallen asleep when he was being surrounded...no, now he was already surrounded with no way out, by predators?!

Ixian could not help but take pity on whatever people raised him...he tried to remember the specific words for them...guardians? Patents? Something like that, Ixian shrugged it off as he focused the barrel on the man's head through his scope and pulled the trigger, sending a bullet at extremely high speeds through the night air and right at the man's head.

"There...at least this way, he wont be alive when they tear him to pieces".

Ixian said that as he turned off the scope after firing, but then he remembered the truck he saw before.

"Wait...are they new people? For real?"

Ixian focused back on the men. It looked like they were heading towards the Industrial Yard just outside the city. If they just stopped there and left it at that, it would be fine as Ixian wouldn't have to worry if they were dangerous or bothersome, but if they continued they would surely hit the city and then they might cause issues.

"I guess I better keep an eye on them...its not quite worth it to go my..."

As Ixian was talking to himself, he began to hear it. It was only for a second, but it was enough to cause Ixian to stop looking out over the building and hide himself by ducking behind the short wall that was on the roof. From the sound of it, the "song" had come from below, street level. Ixian was curious to know what was going on down there, but not enough to deal with a Kehklor...a monster that no one had ever looked at and lived.

Ixian already did not hear the music, but he was not so stupid to check so quickly.

"I wonder if those guys got a brochure telling them what a hellhole this place is..."

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Out in the desert, a lost soul treads through the starlit sands, wrapped in thick cloth, a ragged hooded jacket and pants. His back burdened by a heavy pack. He sways back and forth with each heavy step, grunting slightly as his feet, only wrapped in torn cloth for protection, had grown a sore with all the travel, not that he could feel it too well, as they were also numbed some from the cold.

"God, I miss boots," the man speaks, his voice thick with a foreign accent, something Slavic, his breath emitting in a white haze. He rubs his bald head from underneath his hood and sighs, deciding it best to stop for now. He looked over his shoulders, to his sides, almost with paranoid scrutiny, before putting down his pack and seating himself beside it. He wipes his goggles' foggy lenses, and took another look around. "Wait... wasn't settlement here?"

Fishing through his bag, he pulls out a wrinkled piece of paper, an old map that has been taped together and parts of it crudely drawn in pen, with arrows and circled spots denoting places of interest, along with stains of various things, food, oil, and what seems to be a thumbprint of dried blood. With his other hand he fishes out some crumpled up tin, that he unwraps some and pulls out a couple strips of what seems to be some kind of jerky made of who-knows-what kind of meat. Stuffing his face he scans over the map. "Mmmf... aha!" he exclaims, mouth still full, swallowing hard, tapping a part of the map. "Of course! I am... absolutely lost aaaaaannnnd total dum-dum," he mutters, hanging his dead in pathetic defeat. "Maaaaybe shoulda taken left at Albuquerque."

After a while, something came to his ears, stirring him to slowly raise his head. Steadily it got louder and louder. Tilting his head, he cuffs his ear to try to funnel the sound better. It sounded to be... music? As he got to hear it better, it became hard to tell if this was better or worse than what they played back at the colony. "Nah, that being rude, besides, yay! Music meaning habitation!" he says to... himself. He puts away his map, but then something occurs to him. "Wait, it getting louder, then is it... moving..?"

Caught in headlights, vision nearly blinded, he only just manages to instinctively kick himself out of the way as sand and dust sprays over him, and some even getting into his mouth. Spitting and coughing, he shakes and pats himself down to get the sand off him. Snapping his head around to look at what it was, it became clear to him that it was some kind of truck. As if reinvigorated, he hurriedly snatches up the straps of his pack, pulls up cloth over his mouth, and with a weaving motion skips along in the sand to get his footing as he chases after the vehicle at a breakneck pace, following within its tread marks in the sandy earth.

After a while, near breathless, he'd caught up, heaving and gasping, hands on his knees, buckled over, looking back at the rising sun briefly, a curious sigh of relief escaping his mouth, before turning back. Taking careful steps he scans over the party that had apparently exited the vehicle, his excitement slowly turning into a chill up his spine as he finally notices that they appear to be military. With a hard swallow, he trudges forward anyways, hands up preemptively, y'know... just in case.

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Even with her worry, it was hard to ignore the time passing since her last proper rest. In the end, Tuva's head once again sought the comfort of her seat's headrest. She caught glimpses of stars in the sky, her mind drifting to happier times- the last times she could remember having had the time to take in the night sky, as her eyes began to close, and her worries subsided, at least for the time being.

She woke up in what seemed like no time at all, but what had probably been closer to a few hours, to the sergeant's booming voice over the sound of the motor and the music. The sun had blessed them with the first signs of its existence, and at the sergeant's encouragement she looked out at the world beyond. It was... unremarkable. Dead fields stretched toward the horizon, broken off by tall hills that rose up around them. Then, as the sun began to make its existence known in full, she noticed something that looked like a forest. Then, Fruitia.

They came to a halt, finally, and Tuva wasted no time in getting outside to stretch her legs.

“Welcome to the edge of the world, conscripts. These ruins represent the edge of the map.”

She was looking around when Jhon approached her.

"Kids are not impervious to have shitty decisions, shitty orders or simply shit happen to us, on the other hand at least we think we know how to clean"

She followed his gaze toward the empty third seat and nodded. She didn't know where the third conscript was, but at this point he was probably better off than them. Hopefully the walk back from the place where he'd jumped out wasn't too long. When the sun rose... Well. She didn't want to be the one caught in the desert without provisions.

"Sadly the welcoming party seems to be otherwise delayed... It could be cute too count how many eyes watch us tonight, if any"

"Eyes?" she turned to him, unsure what he meant. Critters? Scorpions? Or... something else?

As if on cue, she heard the sound like someone dry-heaving from behind the car. Was Gomer having an asthma attack? She stepped around, checking to see if there was anything she could do to help and saw, in lack of a better word, a stranger. Hands raised, well protected against the sun in torn and ragged clothing, the man had his arms raised at the site of them. Tuva, almost instinctively put her hand on her hip where her service gun was fastened, loosening the button that kept it secure as she stepped back.

"Hey, Sarge? Are we expecting company? Because, uh. We have it."

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“Don’t worry conscripts, whatever is watching us has eyes. Anything with eyes more than likely has a face.” Sarge about faced to stare at everyone. “Anything with a face can have it forcibly removed from the rest of its body! We have been generously provided by the great nation of which you reside with enough ordinance to blow the face off of anything that could have, can, or will give us the evil eye.” Gomer rolled his eyes at the Bravado he had no doubt heard a thousand times before.

“Hey Sarge, are we expecting company? Cause, uh, we have it..” Tuva Posited.

Sgt. Baker had no sooner looked in the direction of Vole as he approached before he was in motion. Within a split second the officer had knocked the man to the ground, putting his knee on the mans shoulderblade and shoving a pistol to the mans temple.

“Stop resisting!” he demanded. Gomer was quick at his heels, taking the mans satchel.
The figure desperately wheezed out an answer as his pockets were rummaged through.

“No! No resist! I merchant!”

Sarge’s voice remained almost calm, keeping the man pinned on his chest.

“Bullshit! Ain’t nobody out here to sell to. What is your destination civilian?”

Trying to crane his head back to look at the man pinning him to the ground, Vole was met with a beefy hand shoving his head back down. “Stop resisting!” He then stood up, rolling the man onto his back. With a kick in the ribs sarge placed his boot on the mans chest. Vole, reeling from the kick in the ribs, sputtered out a panicked answer.

“Scattered settlements... other scavengers, I trade for to them. I would been in other town, but... sand shift, markers change, I get lost, so I see truck, I follow truck. Would not you too?"

Gomer held up a well used map he had found in the satchel as proof. “I think he’s fer real sarge. Still nothin west a where we are though.. Nearest settlement he’s got on here is Poncha pass, 17 clicks Northeast.”
Giving a small chuckle while still chomping on his cigar, Sarge leaned down and flicked the glass on Vole’s gas mask. “Well ya must have taken a wrong turn at Albequerque then. Whats with the getup? Whats hazardous? Do we require environmental protection ‘Merchant’?”

Vole had put his hands up and away from his many pockets since he was on the ground, but used his left to reach up and adjust his goggles. Nervously he answered:

“Th-This? Ah yes… keep sand out, sun out too. Oh! And Plus! My eyes, eh… Not so good.”

The boot was released from his chest. The wheels in sarges head seemed to be turning in double time. For a few seconds he say idle, looking at the man laying on the ground and still panting heavily. Finally, to even Gomers surprise he offered out an open hand.

“Congratulations conscript, you have just volunteered to accompany us. We just so happen to have a seat open so you don't have to ride on the roof.“

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Still somewhat dazed, Vole processed over the events and, instead of being shot, he was offered an open hand. He was never one to snub a kind gesture, he took his hand and, pulled onto his feet he took a moment to dust himself some and catch his breath, steadying himself.

"Name is... Martin Sigma Vole, most call me Vole, and... thank you, I am sorry I-," it was then that he caught the very term he used. He pauses briefly, then chuckles nervously a bit under his breath. "You say... uh... conscript? I hear right?" Considering over the situation, he wasn't even sure what a military group was doing out here. In a way, maybe, this could work in his favor, he wasn't sure where he was anymore, traveling alone was maddening, and even military grade rations would beat another mouthful of snake and scorpion. Besides, it was the far more healthy choice to be compliant at this point. With almost an immediate change in stance, he draws up rigid and salutes Baker in the most respectful way he can muster. "Y-yes, sir!"

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Ixian:


Ixian watches as a man approached the truck and figures. Some kind of just faded into the background, as if they were just there as cannonfodder or extras meant to be used and disposed of on a moments notice. Others seemed more prominent and important though. The man of the Desert was one, and also there was a woman. Another was a fairly old woman...or at least, in Ixian's mind she was. That was because every woman he had ever seen had access to scientific advancements that had let them maintain a far more youthful and beauty filled appearance, or already were known for their beauty and charm as receptionists often were.

Therefore, Tuva Crane in Ixian's mind was an old woman.

He had seen plenty of old men though, so he made no mistake about their age. Ixian himself had already repositioned himself to be a bit closer to them. There was quite a bit (not that much actually) of distance between them, though in truth while Ixian knew the amount of time it would take to get there, he had no clue at all about the true size of the world. But with this new spot, he could see things a lot more clearly.

BY NO MEANS did he move because Kehklors scare the hell out of him! That would be slander!

But as he saw it was morning, there was one thing he remembered to do.

"Oh sweet desert, thank you for allowing me another night of safety and life. I hope that I continue to have your favor, and that I never make the mistake of incurring your wraith".

After everything Ixian had seen in this desert, he was a firm believer that the desert was alive, and maybe even sentient. He gave thanks for every night he survived, for every meal he ate, and whenever he traveled across the desert he would first apologize, and then ask for it's grace. Unless something truly disasterous happened, he considered no reaction as a good omen. And if by some miracle, he had good luck in this desert? He gave extra thanks.

One could not really be sure if it could be called a religion, but Ixian respected the desert. He respected it, and he respected the creatures in it. He apologized for every life he took even though he never hesitated taking it, and he avoided doing anything that would draw ire and attention to himself.

Ixian had a bad premonition though he would somehow get mixed up with these people, but he was sure that it was just a fluke.

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Re: Coming To Fruitia

Welcome to the site Aryan! Hah, no I don't go on the chat much but I'll try to stop by one of these days. I'm hoping to get a post up tomorrow, my brain is kind of shot from work so I'm gonna go to sleep.


Re: Coming To Fruitia

Yeah... you are right but technically in my head is something like Tuva, Mike, Sergeant & Gomer, Ixian and Rinji, with you me and mike interchanging our positions, the only thing that confuses me is the fact that some of us have 2 or more post and thats why I was asking if I should wait to even the thingy but I posted now so technically my brain is settled now its someone else´s turn, on another topic Hi Crichton I´m a newbie to this site although not to RPing, I tend to be in the chat whenever I´m around and some of the other too so if you have the time come, so I can explore your brain in a totally social, consent filled and creepy way... ajjajaja ;)

P.S: If you are in the chat all the time and I just so happen to miss you always or simply I´m dumb then ignore what I said...


Re: Coming To Fruitia

I don’t think we really have a set posting schedule, so I’d say post whenever you feel like you have enough material. That said, I thought I might give you a chance to post before me since you’ve probably been sitting on that post for a while now. Also, hi!


Re: Coming To Fruitia

Hi everyone! Hows life treating you guys/gals/whoever?

I´m passing through here to introduce myself and to inquire on a small thing, so as I said Hi everyone I play Rinji in this RP and I´m technically the newbie of the party if I´m not mistaken so yeah that, now onto the question: I saw that we have a new conscript on the truck or somewhere and I was interested in getting an idea on the posting turn, I have my post but at the same time I think it should maybe be Ixian turn since we have had some post each and to not pass him by or something... (I ask this here and not in the chat because I have some "Real Life" stuff and may be AFK for a while...)


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