A Exploration Of The New and Uncivilized

[Kalli]

The Skirmish in the Dunes

The machine gun made a loud 'ch-chnk' as the bolt was pulled back and let go, Jeff holding the handles that were behind each trigger. The machine gun itself rotated- the four barrels pointed down a few huts as a unfamiliar car appeared, rusted and brown, but covered with numerous pipes attached to the doors and front. As it kicked up smoke with the two men inside would begin taunting and cheering, Jeff would unleash a wall of bullets, shells flying out of the side of the machine gun as the car would be riddled with large holes. It spun out of control, it then would proceed to flip onto it's side before rolling three times, each time it'd lose more pieces of itself, parts flying everywhere before it finally slid to a halt, a smoking wreck. Kalli finally got all her gear prep'd while laying down to avoid blocking Jeff's view, once the shooting stopped however she got onto her feet and nodded to him with a smile "Good shooting."

"I need you to stay here, we're trying to get the word around about regrouping back here." Jeff stated, letting go of the machine gun's handles and turning them toward Kalli. "Whittorn is busy trying to get some of the defenders back here." Jeff then proceeded to walk under the turret's barrels, putting on his cap and dropping down into the sand. His metallic post-apoc looking armor clattering against him as he landed.

"But what if no one comes back, and where is everyone anyway!?" Kalli yelled as Jeff began to walk away.
"Everyone ran off to help the defenses once the reports came in, we got a few men still here though. Anyway, if no one comes back I'm sure you'll just take the car and drive off if your senses tell you to do so. You're a prime, you can live by yourself!" Jeff yelled back casually while continuing to walk, after some time he would take grip of his rifle and jog off, Kalli watched as he disappeared off into the smoke and fire that laced the paths and houses.

Placing a talon onto the edge, Kalli then looked about the place- all the vehicles were gone, except Whittorns obviously, and there were a few guards about near the other paths in and out of where they were. The campfire was long gone, nothing more than black ash, and the sand was marked with the tires of vehicles and the underside of boots. The vehicle that Jeff shot was right in the center, still making a creaking noise as the door would shake, something smashing it from the inside. Kalli then grabbed her rifle, aiming it while using the truck's hood as cover. Eventually the door of the broken car would open, a man without weapon nor right arm would crawl out, screaming. At first, it disturbed the prime- a call back to the battles of her past, but eventually it came to be even more disturbing then that, for the man was actually getting ready to charge at her.

Ripping a pipe off the underside of his wrecked car, the limbless covered man would charge, his face down to his right leg were covered in his blood, his own or his one alive driver. Screaming with a combination of pain and fury, his weapon was raised above his head, his run with a limp as a cut went through his trousers and lower legs. Kalli proceeded to shoot him, pulling the trigger twice as each bullet would go through his head, leaving a puff of red smoke before he hit the ground. As the blood would pour onto the sand and a few of the convoy guards looking over their shoulders at the scene, Kalli lowered her gun.

More explosions and screaming could be heard in the distance, the chanting of their enemies could be heard as well depending on how close the explosions and car engines were. Are these the Malicious Sons? Kalli thought to herself, We should be able to hold them off she tried to reassure herself and looked down at her rifle, taking out the clip and slamming it back in, pulling on the gun's bolt. After the shell clattered against the flat bed, a car engine could be heard getting closer, Kalli's eyes darting upward and looking toward the guards in the distance. They proceeded to roll out of the way, sand kicking up as they dived and smashed against the sand, even more sand would cover them as the car charged on through going at full speed right past them.

The prime's adrenaline was finally affecting her body, waking her up and making her hands shake. She dropped the rifle and leaped onto the turret, turning it and pointing the end of the barrels at wherever the loudest noise was. For some time there would be nothing other than that one vehicle, minutes passing as a few more guards would rush into the center, making sure their comrades who've been here for a longest time were okay taking defense positions. Over time it would get gradually worse, more and more smoke and fire could be seen in the distance, meanwhile some guards were being dragged in bleeding, unconscious, or already dead. The screams and cries of the wounded filled the center as they were placed on sleeping bags that were lying around, the few medics that were there were doing their best at keeping them alive.

Then the car came back- slamming itself through a hut while sliding on it's tires, the burning sticks rolling off it as the vehicle was pushed to full speed. Kalli saw it- the driver looking straight at her with a death stare, causing the prime to curse to herself as the turret moved slowly. As the sand cloud got closer, she finally had the turret aimed, pulling the trigger quickly. Like with the previous car, the bullets tore holes through the vehicle, the windows shattering and the driver being torn to pieces as his flesh ripped and exploded. But that didn't stop the vehicle, with the foot still to the peddle the vehicle would slam into Whittorn's truck, knocking Kalli off into the sand like a ragdoll.

Whittorn, Jeff, The Eldest and Aoki

The Colt 1911-looking handgun with a golden decorations would click, fully loaded.

Whittorn got out of cover, firing his pistol. The bandit screamed and fell off the car, slamming into the sand before two more shots went through his back. He flinched, as if shocked by electricity for that exact second before becoming still sinking into the sand, dead. Whittorn continued to fire as another car rushed on through, the windshield filled with holes before the vehicle slid to a halt, the driver pulling out a sawed off shotgun and aiming it at the lizard, his finger on the trigger. The sound of a gun firing could be heard- which proceeded with the driver's head exploding, Jeff running up onto the hood of the stopped car and firing a torrent of bullets into the windshield, killing the driver and his comrade trying to escape. 

"Well this brings me back to that time we were attacked by those hired assassins! Remember? I think you were dating one." Whittorn said jokingly, reloading his pistol while Jeff got off the car's hood, stumbling as he landed before rushing up to Whittorn.

"Oh please, don't bring that up again." Jeff said with a irritated tone, reloading his gun as well. The black rifle's clip fell into the sand, Jeff quickly pulled out a new one from his belt pouch. Him, Whittorn and numerous guards were sticking to the North side of town, attempting to defend some of the locals as well as their leader- The Eldest. Guards around them were rushing around, shooting out into the desert at incoming vehicles. They couldn't prevent them from reaching the town sadly, their bullets merely pinging off of the exteriors of each vehicle, the metal becoming dented and scarred. Depending on how many there were, some guards had to keep diving every few seconds, or else be run over by the psychotic drivers, and plenty of people were run over by such drivers.

Another group of people rode in from the dunes of the desert utilizing a pick up, going straight for Whittorn and Jeff. They both fired, standing still and aiming to the best of their abilities, four of the passengers in the flat bed of the truck firing back at them. But nothing hit the driver- one man standing in the flat bed was shot, falling off the truck with a yell with the three others next to him trying to grab his feet, but he cracked his neck against the sand and tumbled down with a cloud following the corpse. Their rugged, spiked truck sped up, slamming through the sandbags as Whittorn and Jeff fell to the ground. It slid- going in circle before stopping, the remaining passengers disembarking.

But they all fell back or slowly fell to the ground, as if they were shot by bullets, gasping for air and blood pouring from their wounds, arrows through their chests and hearts. Aoki lowered his bow, staring at the wounded Malicious Son bandit limp towards him before falling, giving his last breath. 

"Oh shit." Whittorn muttered, looking at the warriors as they came out of the shadows, drawing more arrows from their quivers and firing them at any passing vehicle. "Hey," Whittorn nodded to Jeff, who was just getting back up from falling "the locals finally woke up." Whittorn then nodded to the warriors, Aoki and the chief- who was covered in rough animal skins -jogging up to them. 

"The Eldest requires our help, we require your help." The chief stated, his voice deep and calm, yet demanding.
"Whittorn?" Jeff asked, looking at his boss.
Whittorn stumbled to his feet, "I'm up!"

The Eldest herself was defended by her four warrior escort, their shields up, appearing from a massive hut deeper into the town. The other group of four- Aoki, Jeff, Whittorn and the chief warrior -ran up to the escort, Whittorn himself looking at The Eldest, asking "Can you fend them off?"
The Eldest slowly looked up, her body shaking and face with desperation "Not unless you help, but first we must regroup."
"Same thought, actually! My men are regrouping at the center, if we get there fast-" Whittorn was cut off by the sound of a horn.

Dark black with blood dripping from the sides, a truck with a container attached to the back. It was followed by two more pick ups with more bandits, all holding on as they went over the dune like boat slamming through a tall wave. The truck itself had corpses nailed in on the sides, while a chair was attached to the top with a huge man sitting in it. This man never moved his eyes from The Eldest, staring at her even as the truck's container kept itself in the air before slamming into the sand, rolling along with the truck. The sun shining down overhead on the man's muscled, bruised and worn body. He wore a metal plate over his upper torso, dark grey pants and knee pads, his wrists covered by single bracelets that had sharp spikes sticking out from them. No matter the gravity or force moving the truck, he stayed in the chair, sitting in a thoughtful pose all via by the numerous straps that kept him there.

"If by 'fast' you mean 'now', then sooner is better!" The Eldest began to move slowly with her walking stick, everyone else following her while keeping their worried eyes on the corpse deocrated truck, which only would get closer and closer to the tribe...