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Freya Arrington

"As long as we can rebuild, there is always hope."

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a character in “Of Chrome, Steel, and Oil”, originally authored by Gamer_Templar, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Duchess"
Job: Cybernetics Expert


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PHYSICAL

Gender: Female
Age: 25
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 164 lbs

Strengths:
- Rational
- Strong-willed
- Efficient combatant against automata

Weaknesses:
- Stand-offish demeanour
- Instinctively distrustful towards outsiders
- Acrophobic, scared of heights

Alterations:
Mechanical Right Forearm
A mechanical prosthetic built to replace the arm that was lost in a drone attack. It has since been outfitted with a device that can administer an electric shock to incapacitate organics or overload circuitry.






MENTAL

Personality: Despite knowing full well the importance of remaining within a group for survival, Freya tends to keep her distance from most of the others due to her known heritage from a noble family before the Fall. She has no shame in it, quite the opposite, but she is aware of how the divide between the upper and lower classes led to the Fall in the first place. Not really one for small talk, most of her interactions with the crew tend to be brief and blunt, seeing as much of her time is spent tinkering with electronics. Still, longer conversations with some of the other crewmates are not unheard of.

Sexuality: Most likely heterosexual, although Freya puts romance pretty low on her list of priorities. Kinda more important that you live to see tomorrow, no?

Neurological Tendencies: Seems to prefer talking to robots and other automata rather than people.

History: Before the Great Fall, the Arrington family were nobles famous for their work in the field of cybernetics. It was this reputation that helped them find a place to call their own in New Paris, where they became a respectable if reclusive pillar of the community over the years. When Freya was born, she started learning the family trade as soon as she was old enough to help out around the workshop. Long working hours and the scars that remained between nobles and commoners kept her from reaching out in search of many friends. Oddly enough, it was the drone attack on New Paris that forced her to reconsider this solitary way of living. Having lost not only her parents but also her arm in the attack, Freya joined Captain Generich's group out of necessity and has stayed with them ever since. She yearns to one day find a new settlement to call home, hopefully one that is more easily defensible.






WEAPONS & GEAR

Weapons: Freya's weapon of choice in a fight is a plasma pistol. Though it has a slower rate of fire than a solid projectile sidearm, it packs superior stopping power, particularly against armoured or mechanical targets. She also has a knife that could either be used in close quarters combat or as a tool.

Gear: Asides from the clothes on her back and essential tools, Freya has a powered exoskeleton she recovered from an old military base that enhances her strength and endurance to a degree. This exoskeleton even has a pair of additional appendages that can be fitted with a few power tools to help with repairs. Lastly, Freya has a small, four-legged robot with limited intelligence that can assist in repairs or combat to some extent. When not in use, it can store itself in Freya's vehicle.






Vehicle

Type: Dune Buggy
Addons: In addition to having steel plates welded on to protect the driver, engine and cargo, the buggy also has a top-mounted fully rotating gun turret with two weapons, a machine gun and a light EMP cannon. Since Freya has her hands full with driving, the turret is manned by her robot.
Markings: A skull and cross-wrenches painted in white on the bonnet. Even Freya has a sense of humour, it seems.
Storage and Gear: The vehicle boasts its own radio and even a small sensor suite, along with enough storage space for personal possessions, spare parts and even a few packs of dry rations for emergencies.

So begins...

Freya Arrington's Story

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Character Portrait: Marcus Lowe Character Portrait: Steven Cade Generich Character Portrait: Valerie Mathis Character Portrait: Lenn "Stylus" Angelo Character Portrait: Sanya Cabaret Character Portrait: ACD-P001 "Azazel"
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Melodic sounds of classic rock emitted from the stereo of the moderately large jeep heading the convoy down a desolated city street. The strums of guitar and solemn voice of its singer echoing against the tall monolithic buildings covered in foliage and age old grime. They where empty husks now. Steven Generich tapped the steering wheel lightly as he hummed under his breath along with the old song. His headset device displayed the wavelengths as they played and Steven watched them dance across the buildings ahead as the music played. The name of the artist was lost to time now as Steven had found the old data disk in the desk of some dead codger's home, took a bit of cleaning and the fuss of a somewhat irritated Cybernetics engineer to get it to work. He'd been pestering the group with the music for about an hour now, letting the rare sounds of music fill the dead city.

They where riding up to the subway station at the edge of town to meet their scouts, whom Steven had sent ahead to make sure the area was clear to settle for the week. The entire Northern Italian city had been a dead zone due to radiation and a recent in-habitation of a cluster of Sentries and a massive flock of drones but Steven had decided since the radiation had gone down it was time to see if the place was ripe to settle for a few days. As luck would have it the Sentries seemed to have left the city to wander north and out of their way and the flock was downtown and pretty easy to avoid. He would have the scouts keep their eyes on the skies to make sure they don't wander to the south end, where they where set to stay.

They arrived at their site, a massively overgrown subway station. It was difficult to even spot the front doors. Steven pulled to a stop in front of the stairs leading up to it. He glanced down at the tank indicator. Less than 1/4 gallon left. "Check your tanks we go out for fuel and food tomorrow. Tonight we unpack and rest." With that he stepped out of his jeep and looked up at the hulking building before him.

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He lead the group inside and immediately began to take survey of what they had. There was a pond in the center of the building. "I want this water checked, look for a source look for where it leads, see if its safe to drink or use for bathing. Tents can be set up along the sides, the middle will be for the cook and his truck, see if we can get it through that gap over there." He gestured to a portion of the wall where it had collapsed.....I'm worried about that hole in the ceiling. Drones could come flooding through that there if they spot us. I want the entrance ways to the tunnels blocked off with some of this rubble. Don't want any sort of tunnel grubber coming up and slitting our throats at night."

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Character Portrait: Marcus Lowe Character Portrait: Steven Cade Generich Character Portrait: Valerie Mathis Character Portrait: Lenn "Stylus" Angelo Character Portrait: Freya Arrington Character Portrait: Conner Sharp
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"Slice"

Conner drove around to the side of the building with the collapsed wall. The debris looked easy enough to drive over, but he figured it would be better to use it to help seal up the tunnels. He got out of the truck and started moving the rubble to the side until he could help the others with sealing up the tunnels. He got back in and pulled the mirrors in and the truck went through the hole with without much trouble. He parked in the middle where the captain told him to go and checked the gas gauge, riding on vapors. He could probably only get a few more miles out of that, hopefully Duchess could get some sort of rig made to convert his compost into a useable fuel. He pulled up the parking brake and went to the back. He started to unhook the bungee cords and Velcro straps that held all the supplies and food in place while the truck was moving. He opened the fridge to take inventory of what he had, it wasn’t much. About ten pounds of elk meat, three pounds of venison, about a gallon of mixed fruit juice, six pounds of ground beef, and about half a gallon of fresh cow’s milk with about three days before it spoiled, and a small tub of fresh butter. He smiled remembering the day they found that cow grazing in that meadow, if they weren’t so hard to take care of it would have been great to have kept it alive. He moved on to the pantry. A few pounds of jerky from the various animals, about five wild onions, some wild mushrooms, a bunch of potatoes, more spices than he could name, some dried tea, dried fruits and eight bulbs of garlic. He started forming the night’s menu in his head as he went out to help the others block up the tunnels. He kept his mind on his work as he went about grabbing the debris from earlier and started filling in the nearest tunnel entrance.

As the light of the day started to fade, he was almost done with the tunnel he was working on, it just needed a few more bricks. He grabbed a cinder block and filled in the last of the gaps. He looked around and saw that the others were nearly done with the ones they were filling too and the fire pit was already roaring. He grabbed some kindling and got a fire started in the stove in the truck. He got a simple venison and elk stew going in a big pot. It was the most efficient use of what food was there. He’d have to go out hunting soon or at the very least foraging. His mind drifted as he simmered the stew, working his culinary magic to get the gamey meat to be so tender you barely had to chew. He remembered making this sort of thing with his dad and it brought a tear to his eye. He brushed it away and called out to everyone else. “Food’s ready, get it or starve!”

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Character Portrait: Marcus Lowe Character Portrait: Steven Cade Generich Character Portrait: Valerie Mathis Character Portrait: Lenn "Stylus" Angelo Character Portrait: Sanya Cabaret Character Portrait: ACD-P001 "Azazel"
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The sound of motion, the grinding of stones and movement of rubble would travel down the worn and damaged staircases into the subway tunnels below echoing against the crumbling concrete, reverberating like it would on the tiles of the bathroom wall. The sounds of movement and voices would reach the ears of two men...if they could still be called that. The first of the two was an older man and had a bit of a hunched back and a tuft of vibrant orange hair sprouting from his head like some kind of greasy tangle weed. The second was taller, more human looking and had more muscle tone to his body, both wore tattered clothing and light armor fashioned by leather and bits of reforged Sentry metal. Both had ocular implants installed by a sadistic looking Cybermechanic that took place of their eyes. The skin seemed to be growing back over the implants messily, tearing at the edges and looking badly scarred. The mech itself was meticulously done. Night and heat vision. The looked at each other and seemed to communicate with the slightest of gestures, neither of them making a sound. The little man glanced back towards the camp and scurried away, dropping whatever scraps he was carrying on the ground, no doubt to warn whomever else lived down there.

The remaining man made his way towards the camp. He moved with the skill of a man who always kept his ear to the ground in thoes echoey tunnels. Not a sound was made yet he breezed through with practiced navigation. His ocular implants glowed a deep turqoise giving him full vision of the tunnels ahead. He stopped just before breaching the light that shone down the stairs and crouched in wait in the shadows, pulling a plasma pistol from his waist just in case. His goal however was to keep hidden completely and observe. He could just barely see the tires of the cook's truck and noted how the intruders seemed to be blocking off the access to their tunnels. His jaw tightened. These people had to go.

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Even driving in the latter half of the convoy Freya could hear the music playing from the Captain's jeep all the way in the front. When she had been first presented with that old data disk she was less than thrilled at the prospect of trying to get it working again, but at the end of the day it was worth it to revive a rare piece of the past. She made a mental note to ask Stylus if she knew anything about the song's origin as the convoy set up camp at the old subway station. Before she got out of her vehicle, Freya quickly checked the fuel gauge. Running low, but hopefully they would be able to pick up enough scraps to be able to keep moving.

The camp site looked promising so far. Sheltered from the elements, and there was even water flowing in from somewhere. However, the one thing she was very wary of was the gaping hole in the ceiling of the station. Too many bad memories from New Paris. Freya was eventually distracted from this train of thought by the smell of cooking. Dinner was being served, and she hadn't eaten in several hours. Didn't take a genius to put two and two together. Taking the time to set up her own tent first, the technician wandered over to where Conner had set up shop, just in time to overhear the Captain's remark about running low on food.

"With any luck the scouts might be able to scrounge some supplies to keep us going for a while longer," Freya stated, nodding to both Captain and cook in greeting.

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Character Portrait: Marcus Lowe Character Portrait: Steven Cade Generich Character Portrait: Valerie Mathis Character Portrait: Lenn "Stylus" Angelo Character Portrait: Sanya Cabaret Character Portrait: ACD-P001 "Azazel"
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Marcus sat on a large rock by the fire, a steaming bowl of stew clutched in his hands. He dunked his spoon into the bowl and brought it up to eye level. It was mostly a meat stew, elk and venison if Marcus' nose was to be believed. The spoon traveled to his mouth, and the taste of the stew filled his mouth with a comforting warmth. Marcus had spent the last three days eating MRE's, the stew was a delicious and welcome break. "This is some damn good grub, Slice." Marcus followed the statement with a salute with the spoon, and promptly proceeded to devour the bowl's contents.

Marcus sat by the fire, the parts to his rifle neatly spread out around him. He had cleaned, oiled, and inspected all of the parts, going over each one until every part was satisfactory. He assembled the rifle, quickly and methodically reassembling the weapon. Once the rifle was once more whole, Marcus loaded five rounds into the gun and flicked on the safety. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and began to walk around the camp. Trigger, Stylus, Azazel, and Camper were all down in the tunnels, searching for the river's source, leaving The Cap, Duchess, Slice, and himself topside. Girl Scout was still out, she'd reach the camp sometime tomorrow. It was a very uneasy situation, having the group as split up as it was. The scout group in the tunnels worried Marcus the most. Four members of the group were down in unknown territory, following a stream that went who-knows-where.

Almost as if on cue, Marcus began to hear gunfire coming from the subway tunnels. Marcus immediately took off, having reached a dead sprint by the time he hit the stairs.

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"Slice"


The captain was the first to respond to the call for food, though he usually was out of respect for the chain of command. "Stew, huh? We must be really getting low on food."
He murmured. Slice wasn’t sure if it was a rhetorical observation or a genuine question, but he had figured out by now that every question was usually serious.
“We’re getting a bit low for a group this size, yes. I have it all listed here in my inventory.” He answered as he handed the captain the list of food supplies. The captain was soon followed by Freya who had just set up her tent.

"With any luck the scouts might be able to scrounge some supplies to keep us going for a while longer." She replied as she gave the captain and himself a nod of greeting.

“One can only hope, I’d don’t think there’s a whole lot of wildlife out here to hunt ‘cept for rabbits and I think I might have seen a fox or two, but those guys don’t feed a lot of people.”

Marcus was the next one up to the truck for dinner. Slice scooped out a bowl for him. He took it to the fire and smelled it first then dug in.
"This is some damn good grub, Slice." He called to him from the fire.
“Thanks.” He replied. “Wow” He thought. “He must be starving if he’s complimenting the food. He’s usually my biggest critic.” He knew the rest of the group was still down in the tunnels following the stream so he started cleaning up the kitchen before it drove him crazy. A few minutes later he heard gun fire. He pulled his short sword off the sling holster on his back, he wore it at all times, jumped out of the truck and pulled a remote from his pocket and pressed a button. There was a chirp sound followed by the roll-down steal armor on the truck retracting to cover the vehicle and locks latched automatically. He pulled a trigger like switch in the hilt of the sword and the edge of the blade started to glow a pale blue with a laser like plasma. He was ready for almost anything.

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Character Portrait: Marcus Lowe Character Portrait: Steven Cade Generich Character Portrait: Valerie Mathis Character Portrait: Lenn "Stylus" Angelo Character Portrait: Sanya Cabaret Character Portrait: ACD-P001 "Azazel"
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"Slice, I need you and Duchess to stay up here and keep watch of the camp we can't all be diving under the tunnels and leaving our camp wide open for attack. Nomad, you're on me. You watch my back, got that?" Captain jumped into command mode the second he heard the gunshots. He took up his gun, leaning against one of the tents he helped pitch a few minutes earlier. The Beowulf, a .50 destroyer of flesh and killer of vehicles, it should be enough to cut down a few tunnel rats. He jogged off towards the tunnels, expecting Marcus to be right on his tail as he cocked and loaded his gun and taking the safety off. "Azazel should have this under control but I'm not taking chances. We shoot to kill and get our people out of there."

He took the stairs quickly, eye on the sights, checking the corners before making his way down the tunnel along the side. The three figures that had been blocking their way back had shifted to attack mode rifles shooting short bursts of bullets down the way, suppressive fire on Azazel, who seemed to have completely decimated the rat who tried to disable him. The others met their death bloody with shots to the chest torso and throat from the combined shots by Trigger and Camper. Captain had a real hard time seeing down there and his torch was back in the back of his jeep. He cursed under his breath, not wanting to fire blindly towards where he knew his own group had been headed. He squinted into the darkness and suddenly a sharp pain pierced the back of his scull. Bright blue lines appeared outlining his vision as he saw it separating the few shadows he could make out and identifying them by shape and size. He could see Azazel, roughly and with the aid from the flash of guns and plasma he could make out the attackers raining fire on the group. Captain took a breath and squeezed the trigger for several short bursts. A few shots hit the concrete leaving giant holes and sending tiny clouds of concrete dust into the air and busting open pipes full of water and dead electric lines. He hit them however one square in the back with three shots and the other, the swordsman in the back of the head. The third one he clipped just barely, taking out his entire ear. He squeezed the trigger firing off rogue rounds that ricoched along the tunnel. "Are you lot ok? Anyone hurt?" The captain called down the tunnel, lowering his weapon.

The one tunnel rat with his ear blown off screamed and writhed on the tracks holding the side of his head. His large round blue eye implants waving back and forth as blood dribbled down his neck and between his filthy fingers. "Where the hell is Camper?" The Captain demanded.


Meanwhile down in the lower tunnel a small troupe of tunnel dwellers approached the sniper carefully from behind. She would have just briefly seen several pairs of bright blue lights before getting a rifle butt to the head. Camper would be carried, her weapons and devices confiscated off her person and her wrists tied together with leather strips. She was being held in the old maintenance offices just a few stations down track where the gentle trickle of water becomes a wide flowing river flowing around the dead remains of a derailed subway train. It was a makeshift cell and she was restrained against piping that came out of the wall and ran up the wall to the ceiling. The door to the cell was heavy and metal with blue lettering sprayed across it. There was one other figure in there with her. A red head like the rest but his eyes where not altered, they where a pale gray as was his skin, lacking pigment, almost papery. There where shadows under his eyes and his teeth seemed rotted to hell. He was human alright, but the look in his eyes looked anything but. He would be the one asking questions and making demands.

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“Yes sir.” Conner replied as the Captain barked out the order. Though, he was not really thrilled with the idea of just the two of them being left to guard the whole camp on their own. Conner immediately went to the collapsed wall in the station where he had driven the truck in as he knew that would be the prime location for breaking in to their camp. It looked like Duchess was patrolling between tunnel entrance and the main entrance to the station. That was one of her more admirable qualities; she wasn’t much of a talker. He knew she came from the wealthy side before the great fall, but he didn’t care about that too much, now it was all about just surviving. It was no longer a battle of classes, it was all about humanity prevailing in the face of adversity.

He pulled down his goggles and set them to thermal vision; if anyone or anything was planning an ambush, he’d see it coming. He had his sword drawn in his right hand and ready to go. Something about this whole thing felt ominous, like something was trying to divide the group so they could pillage their supplies. All the more reason he was not happy being one of the last ones on the surface. He was glad that he had the security system set up on his truck, though. Even if they did manage to kill him and the rest, and managed to get into the truck, the automated booby traps would take out who ever or whatever tried to get into his truck before he deactivated the security.

He scanned the area. There was nothing out in the darkness but a few small animals not even big enough to hunt. The sounds echoing up from the tunnels were less than encouraging, however, but he wasn’t about to go down there.
“You got anything over there, Duchess?” He called, more to break the eerie silence than because he was actually worried.

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Truth be told, Freya was relieved that it was the Captain going down into the tunnels and not her. The woman didn't consider herself a dedicated combatant first and foremost, and the idea of being caught in a gunfight in darkness didn't appeal to her one bit. She watched as Conner drew his sword and take up position near the hole in the wall. What he intended to accomplish with a close combat weapon in the event of an ambush Freya had no idea, but if he got shot because of it then it was his problem, not hers. She made a half-hearted attempt at patrolling the camp but she quickly gave up on the idea and instead went over to her dune buggy and opened the side door. However, instead of getting inside the vehicle she checked behind the driver's seat where her robot was, nestled in its interface that allowed it to control the top-mounted turret. She rapped her knuckles against its plating to "wake it up" for lack of a better term when Slice asked what she was up to.

"Getting someone to help us hold the fort," she answered as the turret blinked into life and began a sensor sweep of the immediate area for any hostiles. With that job out of the way, Freya got into her vehicle to monitor the sensor displays. Perhaps she'd even spot the scouts as they returned to the camp.

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With help from the map and the batteries in his flash light, Jason navigated the tunnels with much more ease. Having a clue of where he was going,  that you were not lost, calmed him. He went on cautiously however and kept his guard up. There was a lot more things down there, too many for just a small camp like the one he came across to account for. There was more down here than just a few survivors and Jason didn't want to figure out. The gunshots he heard before were still in his mind, he still proceeded with caution, watching his every step and the path before him , as well as behind him. The last thing he needed was to get shot in a miserable smelling place as these tunnels. 

 As he went on there was a point where he could hear other voices. He could not make out what they saying or where they came from but he was sure they were from people, that he wasn't going insane hearing things. Jason assumed that these were the voices of those Survivors he heard fighting not too long ago and decided to continue quietly. He had no clue where they were but if he could hear them maybe they could hear him and they, having just finished with whatever skirmish, may be still be in "shoot first loot later " mode. As silently as he could, Jason moved on stopping only to look over his shoulder and navigate the tangled Web of tunnels with the makeshift map.

 Eventually, after some time of wandering in dark, he eventually came across a stream. He took a knee, checked the map looked to see if he was on course to the surface, and then filled up his canteens. There was a possibility that this water was filthy but that didn't matter to Jason. He was used to drinking filthy water, and even if it was clean,  his shitty immune system would let him down one way or another.

"Just a little more.". He told himself and arose to continue. A ways from where he found this stream of water, He found stairs that led up.

 "This must be the exit I'm looking for.". He said and did not think twice about what was up there. No longer concerned with noise discipline,  he walked right up the old rickety, damaged stairs, unknowingly heading to the guarded camp of the very people he had avoided in the tunnels.

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Character Portrait: Marcus Lowe Character Portrait: Steven Cade Generich Character Portrait: Valerie Mathis Character Portrait: Lenn "Stylus" Angelo Character Portrait: Sanya Cabaret Character Portrait: ACD-P001 "Azazel"
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"Alright, on your feet!" The captain yanked the filthy blood stained tunnel rat to his feet by the collar. The man wailed and whimpered still grasping at the place where his ear had been, The captain grabbed one of his blood spattered wrists and yanked it behind his back followed by the other. "You're coming with us to answer a few questions about where my comrade is and exactly how many of you cretins are down here."

The captain growled threateningly into the man's good ear as he tied his hands behind his back. Aside from the constant wailing the man made no sign to show he heard, understood, or cared about the Captain's threat. Captain didn't care, the man would grow to fear them in the end. He wadded up a peice of scrap cloth that he tore from the man's own clothing and stuffed it in his mouth to shut him up. "Hey, doc, he won't bleed out on us from the ear will he?" He called over his shoulder then he turned to answer Marcus' inquiry. "We're going back up. Too many wounded to go splitting up again and I want to learn all I can from this cretin about where Camper might be. I want all of you who don't need patching up to grab a meal and check supplies for torches and the like. It's getting dark soon and those tunnels will be pitch black, anyone with enhanced sight is going with us as soon as I get a peep from this guy."

It was just as the group reached the stairs up that Captain heard movement. He stopped the group and signaled for absolute silence. He flattened against the wall forcing the captive to stay with the group and crept over to grab a look at the man that was ascending towards their camp. "Marcus. Knock the guy out he looks like a scavenger from the surface." Christ threats are popping up everywhere all the sudden....maybe I made a mistake bringing the group here.





Meanwhile in Camper's cell, the awful looking man had gotten to his feet. He was tall and thin but somehow a threatening aura manage to emit from his rickety frame as he drew a curved knife from his belt. The filthy blade glinted weakly in the dim glow of backup lighting. He ran his knotted, scarred fingers over the flat of the blade, eyeing Camper with a filthy glare, drinking her image in with his strange clouded eyes. "You're a beautiful girl, you know. I don't often have a beautiful girls visit me here. Usually it's filthy men. That's alright though.....I will only enjoy carving you out more....if you don't tell me what I want to know."

He approached Camper and crouched until he was face to face with her. His cat claw sharp knife scraped across the skin of her brow and down the side of her face to her jawline, his rancid breath blowing into her face with every steady breath he took. "How man of your people are there?"

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Leylla finished skinning the animal she recently caught. The animals are getting more cautious., sooner or later she would have to move to another hunting ground and leave the animals at peace for a few months. She proceeds to debone the animal carefully, leaving the bone on the legs, stowing the rest of the meat in a small plastic pouch. She placed the skin in a makeshift bucket with a strong smelling, yellow solution. That should set the skin, she could make another leather patch with it once it's finished. She chuckled, she knew saving piss would come in handy.

There was the sound of tires crunching on rocks and the hum of an engine from the distance. Leylla's ears strained to hear more sounds. She stayed low and hidden behind the foliage, you never know if they're fast on their feet and start attacking before asking questions. She peeked out the small openings to see a bike closing in from the distance. The person riding it seems to be following a trail.

'Transportation, she may be part of a group,' She turned around and swiftly started packing away her supplies. 'I can ask her to guide me to another hunting ground, then i can leave.'


Grabbing the bloody legs, she packed everything into her motorcycle and drove after her. As she gets nearer, Leyla chucks one of the legs at the bike hoping that she would slow down enough to hear her.

"Do you mind if i follow you to the next hunting ground? I would appreciate it if you don't attack." Leylla accelerates to catch up. "I'll bail once i'm there, I just need to move to the next grounds."

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'Almost home...' She sighed happily at the thought of sprawling out by the cook fire.... and being able to get out of her Combat gear. The armor was comfortable enough and did it's job well but as someone who didn't enjoy fabric the armor was just that much more irritating.She was settled into the ride when something in her ticked. She turned her head to see a animal leg being hurled at her.

' What the shit!'

She avoided the dismembered limb by swerving and drew her side arm, blind-firing over her shoulder at who every just chucked the leg at her.

' What kind of attack was that?'

She thought as her head rattled from the muzzle blast from the pistol, damn thing made her ears ring. The sound of the .45 going off echoed in the ruined city, odds are the camp would have heard it. Her teeth hurt with how loud the thing was just beside her ear.

'Mental note, find a better way to do that...'

She took a sharp turn away from the camp, now moving perpendicular a mile or two down from it, they might have heard to gunshots. She raced down the old street, nimbly avoiding cars as she tried to get some distance between the two of them. She'd turn and draw on who ever it was. after she was roughly out of sight she pulled off to an alleyway and picked up her battle rifle off the front of her motorcycle.

She moved quickly back to the mouth of the alley way and set up a hasty ambush, waiting for the Motorcycle to find her.
Her heart was pounding in her ears and neck, she could feel her pulse race against the confines of the armor. With both eyes open she gazed down the sight of her rifle, her eyes strained for anything, any movement what so ever.

'Breath, relax... ' She had to remind her self, she was getting to worked up and she knew it. ' control... You are in control here... ' She inhaled deeply and exhaled through her nose, slowing her heart rate bit by bit. She took a knee and rested her forearm against the building she was using as cover, to make a sort of human bipod to help her keep steady. The adrenaline and panic made the sight jump about but she felt more confident that she did five seconds ago.

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Conner heard the shifting of rocks coming from the tunnels. He hoped that it was the group returning. “Hey Duchess, did you hear that? I think someone’s coming up through the tunnel.” He walked over really quietly and stood next to the entrance, his sword drawn and ready. He heard a group and an individual judging by the footsteps he heard. He heard the group stop while the individual continued to come closer. He signaled for Duchess to train the turret on the entrance. A few seconds later he saw the figure coming up the stairs and he emerged from the subway stairs. As the guy carelessly walked by, Conner swung his sward bringing it just inches from his neck. “Who are you and why are you here? And you better talk fast, or my friend over there is gonna put more holes in you than Swiss cheese.”

Meanwhile, off in the distance, he heard the sounds of two engines, one was a motorcycle, but he couldn't tell what the other one was. He knew that Girl scout would soon be here and there would be backup if they needed it. He also figured the group was the people who had gone down earlier. This guy didn't stand a chance if he thought he was gonna raid the camp.

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Freya continued to monitor the radar display while the turret did lookout duty on her behalf. Two blips came into range. Looked like their scout was being tailed by someone. Hopefully shouldn't be too much trouble; they knew how to look after themselves. The woman looked up just in time to see an unknown outsider literally walk right into their camp. While the stranger was being held at sword-point, Freya's robot wasted no time in priming the machine gun in case this individual turned out to be hostile.

As the sounds of the distant vehicles' engines could be heard, Conner started giving out the usual interrogation, although Freya couldn't help but roll her eyes in an irritated manner at that "Swiss cheese" line. Seriously, the man had a plasma sword and an auto-turret pointed at him. Threats were rather superfluous at this point, Freya thought. Still, was this guy working alone, or were there others around?