Old World Blues (CLOSED ATM)

[Rayleonarde]

Ray looked up at Blaine, and stood. And stood. And stood, until he reached eye level with Blaine. Ray tilted his wrapped head, and silently pressed a massive empty shell into the extended hand, a common greeting by his people.
"Good suns, brother. My name is Ray," rasped the raccoon, his voice muffled by his headwrap. "I will ride in the toothless four-by?"

[Blaiiine]

Blaine paused for a moment, bewildered. He looked back at Skye, then back to Ray. He did that for a moment until realizing Ray had asked him a question. "Uhh, yeah. Yeah, the technical," Blaine said as he led Ray to the truck. He climbed in back and loaded the .30 caliber machine gun mounted in the bed. "You're good on ammo and fuel. I hooked you up a radio and a music player," Blaine said, pointing to inside the cab. "Once the doc gets down here, we'll head out to the market and hit the road. Just follow us in the Humvee." He said, putting the green shell in one of his pouches. He leaned against the Humvee and awaited the rest of the group.

[Romulan_Furry]

"If it's music you want, I have some music you can play from that thing," Skye said from the passenger seat. "I keep music on hand, myself. It's in my pack. Keeps me from going insane from the silence."

[Skall]

Gail followed Ray, Skye, and Bear to the two vehicles, dipping her head in apology for holding them up. She had a carry-on with her, a large first aid kit that could treat anything from scrapes to code-blues. She had quickly brought one from the clinic, since she didnt want to haul it all the way upstairs and back down.


She set it underneath the passenger seat in the remaining vehicle and extended her free hand to Ray. "Hi, I'm Gail Felan."

[Blaiiine]

Blaine pulled an old, battered case from his duffle bag. He opened it and revealed an old CD. "My dad gave me this. It belonged to his dad, who was around before the bombs. Still has some good music," He said to Skye. Blaine put it in the music player and shut it back off. "We can take turns," He said before looking over to the technical. "And from the looks of it, we'll be leaving in a moment." He grabbed the key and started the Humvee, the engine roaring to life and smoke coming out of the exhaust.

[Romulan_Furry]

Skye's expression portrayed a look of melancholy as Blaine mentioned the topic of his grandfather who had lived before "the bombs". Her grip tightened on her breath mask, remembering something as she looked down again at the back of her left hand.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray looked at Gail, and pressed his rough, scar-strewn paw into hers, his being a closed fist (another common greeting for when one had no shells). He wasn't too good at the handshake thing. Ray started the pickup, and waited for Blaine's vehicle to move, while he spoke to Gail.
"Good suns, sister. I hope that your medicines will be available, but not necessary." He smiled, though the headwrap wouldn't really allow that to be shown.

[Blaiiine]

Blaine glanced at Skye, noticing her melancholy expression, but thought it'd be best to leave it alone for the moment. He put the Humvee in gear and gestured for the marines to fully open the depot door. As soon as they finished, he drove out and began driving towards the market. They passed by villages and a few smaller craters, older than any of them. "We don't have much time before we get on the main road, so be quick at the market," Blaine said over the radio, the marketplace coming into sight ahead of them.

[Romulan_Furry]

Skye didn't answer verbally. A faint hiss and click sounded as she returned the breath mask to her face, her hood still up. "Tell me something, Bear," she requested, "Does the marketplace usually see any kind of trouble?"

[Blaiiine]

"Haven't been up long, but this close to the 'border'? Occasionally, there's a small attack but that's rare." Blaine replied, still looking at the road. They pulled up to the market and he stopped the vehicle, climbing out. He grabbed his rifle out of the Humvee and shouldered it before grabbing a few empty ammo cans. "I'm gonna stock us up on bullets for the gun and get some supplies. You wanna come along or..?" He asked, his arms full.

[Romulan_Furry]

Again, Skye didn't verbally respond, instead getting out of the Humvee with her modded ACR in her arms, her stance that of a watchful escort. Her thumb flicked off the safety as her eyes scanned the immediate vicinity.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray slowed the truck to a halt behind the Humvee, and immediately tensed up. He shifted uncomfortably in the seat, flexing his fingers across the wheel. "I do not like this," he hissed quietly. "I smell ambush." Ray put the truck in park, and immediately climbed onto the roof. Reaching behind himself, he withdrew what appeared to be a mess of pipe, with a scope and a few handles. The raccoon gripped one handle, and forced it forward. Segments of pipe rolled on hinges as they clipped together to form a massive rifle. Ray loaded what appeared to be a twenty millimeter shell, painted bright green, and began scanning the nearby buildings.

[Blaiiine]

Blaine haggled and argued with a weapons dealer, finally reaching a deal on the necessary ammunition. Filling the cans, he looked around for anything off. Once he finished, he took his newly bought supplies and lugged them back to the Humvee. Blaine noticed Ray providing overwatch with a unique rifle. Shrugging it off, he leaned over to put the ammo cans in the back. As he leaned, a loud crack and whiz could be heard. Then a flash of a bullet hitting right where Blaine's head was before he leaned over, causing him to drop to the ground. He readied his rifle, cursing as the market goers ran off screaming. A few of the local mercs took shelter in the nearby tavern. "Can anyone see where that damn shot came from?!" Blaine yelled, slightly peering around the side of the Humvee. Another loud crack and whiz sent him back behind cover.

[Rayleonarde]

"Belltower!" Cried Ray, who turned to target said structure. "Did not see where at!" He kept a keen eye on the tower, bringing his scope up to survey the area. Ray hoped a glint of a scope, or at worst the flash of a rifle, would give him some sort of target.

[Romulan_Furry]

"Dammit!" Skye cursed as she ducked behind cover. "I hate it when I'm right..." She cautiously peered at the bell tower, looking for something that might indicate the position of this sniper.