Old World Blues (CLOSED ATM)

[Rayleonarde]

It took almost two hours before the mountain dwellers found and disarmed their explosives and rounded up supplies for the group. Kiros approached with a smile, his arms held wide.
"What are thoughts, outsider friends? Not bad for simple mountain dwellers, eh?" The grizzled raccoon chuckled, breaking into a slightly coughing fit a few moments later.


Ray had returned to the pickup, and had started a small group prayer around the vehicle. The raccoons knelt before the truck, offering kind words to the inanimate object.

[Blaiiine]

Blaine sat in the Humvee, watching the prayer. He spun the keys around his finger, smoking a cigarette. The sun was on the horizon, all that could be over the trees was the orange clouds. "Once they finish up, we can go another few hours. But then we'll need to stop somewhere for shelter." He said to Skye.

[Romulan_Furry]

Skye picked up her effects and sat in the Humvee in time to catch Blaine's statement. "Acknowledged," she said. She leaned back and closed her eyes, as though to get some sleep.

[Blaiiine]

Blaine started the Humvee, quickly turning down the radio. He pulled his harness off, leaving just a plate carrier on. Pulling his gloves on, he put the truck in gear. "Hey, we're gonna wait here. Just lemme know when you're ready to get going," Blaine yelled to Ray.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray stood, nodded at  the group who dispersed quickly, and Ray mounted the truck. "I am ready." He started the truck, before checking the inventory of the truck.

[Blaiiine]

Two hours later..

The convoy made it past the mountain scape, entering a plains area. No trees, just fields of untrimmed wheat and grains. The road was desolate, occasionally they passed a rusted skeleton of a vehicle. Blaine looked around, smoking while he drove. It was dark and the moon was shielded by thick clouds, making the convoy's headlights the only sign of life in the area.


Slowly, houses started popping up with the distance between them diminishing. A sign reading Welcome to Kanorado, Kansas appeared, rusted holes eating out the mascot next to the message. Blaine picked up the radio mic and called in to Ray, "We're gonna find a garage and hole up for the night. The police station is down the road, according to that road sign." They eventually reached the police station and parked in the empty garage. Blaine shut the Humvee down and ran to the roll up doors, slamming them shut and locking it down. "Alright, let's clear the building," Blaine said loudly to the others, before audible gargling moans could be heard echoing through the building.


"Oh hell, ferals. Take this, it's a helluva lot better against those things than that bolt action." Blaine said, handing Ray his M92SF 9mm handgun and readying his own rifle.

[Romulan_Furry]

Skye was already up and awake, her modded ACR shouldered and her poise ready to fire. Her eyes seemed to glow as she peered around in the dark. "Grenades would be effective in here, but I wouldn't recommend many; this structure might collapse under the brunt of multiple explosions," Skye whispered.

(Who controls these ferals?)

[Blaiiine]

(Generally, I'll introduce enemies that you can control when attacking them, I'll sometimes control them to further a plot or scene.)



"It's a concrete structure, I'll use some white phosphorus 'nades if we find any full rooms," Blaine said to Skye before turning his rifles' light on. He pulled his gloves on and reshouldered his gun, then slowly proceeded down the wide hallway.


The halls were pitch black, apart from the group's flashlights, and the moans slowly became clearer. They were almost man like, but distorted and sickly. Blaine stopped at the first room, the label reading Briefing Room, and gestured for the group to stop. He pulled a canister from his side and cracked the room door.


Peering in, he saw a group of ferals shuffling around. Their faces were torn and irradiated, their bodies anorexic. They moaned and growled, looking around with blank eyes. Blaine pulled the pin on the canister, tossed it in the room and quickly slammed the door. He backed up before a loud bang could be heard, the decrepit door flying off the hinges and white burning smoke slowly crept from the room.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray held the pistol gingerly, as he had no idea what it was. He drew back the slide and quickly caught the ejected round. He pulled the slide back slightly, and tried to force the round back into the chamber. The Ra'onni didn't ever use handguns, and so the foreign firearm confused the dust-raccoon.

[Romulan_Furry]

Had anyone else been in that smoke, they'd have been coughing. Not Skye. She had that breath mask, and she scanned the room for hostiles that might have survived that blast. "If this is a concrete structure..." she muttered, before sliding open the attached grenade launcher, going into her cloak and retrieving a 40mm Antipersonnel Grenade, loading it in, then sliding the loader shut.

[Blaiiine]

Blaine stood up, brushing his pants off. "Okay, let's split. I'll take the raccoon and we'll sweep the first floor, check for an armory. You take the second floor, I'd trust you could handle that." Blaine said, before taking the pistol from Ray and properly reloading it with a fresh clip. Handing it back with the old clip, he told him, "Just fire it, when it clicks put that clip in and pull the slide back. Then get back to firing it." He then pulled his scarf over his mouth and began proceeding down the hall.


The walls were lined with what seemed like propaganda, recruiting posters and wanted ads. Blaine's flashlight flickered occasionally, each time making him catch his breath and tense up. They came to a halt at a big steel door, marked Kanorado PD Armory - Authorized Personnel ONLY. Blaine pulled at the handle, a quiet click sounding that it was locked.


"Damn it, locked. Well, let's look for the key. Should be around here in one of these offices." Blaine whispered to Ray, the moans still echoing around the building. After the explosion, they seemed more aggressive.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray looked again at the handgun, before following Blaine. The tall raccoon had crouched low, much shorter than the average individual. He kept the pistol pointed down the hall, opposite to where they were going. Ray also drew a wickedly viscous looking knife his mountain brother had given him. As Blaine approached the locked door, Ray nodded. "Protect my back." He Weasley his way to the lock, and began the arduous task of unlocking the door, using the knife and a small pin to coax the lock to obey. The raccoon hummed quietly as he worked, stopping only once to inform Blaine. "Could take some time, she's very stubborn."

[Blaiiine]

Blaine nodded to Ray before a door down the hall collapsed, a feral picking itself up and growling at the two. "Hurry, if it gets too heavy, we'll blow the piece of junk," He said to Ray, then firing a shot at the feral. The bullet clipped it's head, causing it to fall over with a sickening thud.


Two more ferals piled out of the door, turning and rushing at Blaine. He kept firing, dispatching them quickly. Silence rushed over them for a moment until a moan could be heard, farther in the building. "Alright, I think we're good for now," He sighed, then grabbing his mounted radio and calling in to Skye. "We got a bit of flak down here but we found the armory. How's everything upstairs?"

[Rayleonarde]

Ray shouldered the locked door a few more times, pressing hard against the knife. After a few minutes more, the lock popped open, but the door remained shut. Ray sighed heavily, and turned to Blaine. "Opened. Though I am not sure what's inside." He drew the pistol up, and pointed it at the spot in which the door would open, ready to annihilate anything that would pop out.

[Romulan_Furry]

"Quiet as a tomb," Sky radioed in response to Blaine. "Aside from your gunfire." She continued to visually scan the second floor for any sign of hostiles.

(Feel free to introduce some ferals on my end.)