10-16-2016, 10:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-16-2016, 10:41 PM by Aadibah.
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Patrick had frozen mid-swing with his sickle, standing over the tall, dry prickly patch of brush he was about to clear. About half a mile ahead of him, where his eyes were fixated, were what looked like four jeeps hauling ass towards Carrefore.
For a few moments the young boy stood there, before the whites of his eyes suddenly doubled in size. His legs flew out from underneath him, still gripping the sickle tightly in his hand, as Patrick took off back into town. In less than a minute he cleared a hundred yards back, sprinted past his grandfather and some others who had been idling and chit-chatting.
“Bandits! Raiders! They comin’ in! Git ‘eh troopers! Git ‘eh guns!” He yelled at the top of the lungs, voice cracking occasionally. As he dashed past, townspeople turned their heads to out of town, where dust clouds were being kicked up the vehicles. Immediately all the men dropped what they were doing, tools and papers and other items falling on the ground, as they all ushered the women and children indoors as well as began handing out an array of small arms. Everything from scoped, modern automatic rifles to muskets were passed around. Any man that could not get a firearm opted for a bludgeon or a dagger, one man even brought out a crossbow.
The rally of the men was unorganized and sloppy, the second each one managed to get a weapon was the second they positioned themselves on a rooftop, behind a makeshift barrier, or standing right out in the street. One by one they began to open fire on the advancing vehicles, a series of snaps and pops and occasional echoing booms from black powder flintlocks.
As the jeeps closed in, they began to swerve side to side and spread out in order to avoid as many bullets as possible. The man with the crossbow managed to get a good shot in, an arrow sinking itself into one of the raiders in a passenger seat. The man in the seat behind him pulled a shotgun out of the dead body’s fingers as well as some ammunition before shoving it overboard.
The townspeople continued to pepper the jeeps for a few minutes before receiving return fire from the raiders, which was significantly less accurate coming from the constantly moving vehicles. When the jeeps finally reached the edge of the town, their tires kicked up a cloud of dust and sand that engulfed their entire perimeter. The men defending the town suddenly found themselves blind and confused, whereas the bandits disembarked with goggles and face masks. The raiding team began to sweep through the immediate area, breaking down doors into taverns and stores and warehouses. For the most part they avoided firefighting, but every few minutes several shots rang out as led was exchanged briefly.
It was when blaster fire began cutting its way through the thick dust cloud, and white-armored soldiers began moving through that raiders began shooting to kill. For the most part, the future age armor was able to keep the petty projectiles from piercing the wearer, but a few troopers had to fall back after a bullet made its way into a kink. Their aim was also leagues ahead of the rag-tag bandits, cutting down a third of their numbers before they managed to hold the advance. It was here when the fighting evened out for both sides, the raiders running around and grabbing all sorts of trinkets, tools, food, anything they could get their hands on. The Stormtroopers taking potshots and escorting civilians out of the fray.
“How good are you without your rifle?” Tony and Aadibah were double-timing it with another squad, sprinting down the streets to the source of the gunfire.
“You’re fucking kidding right?” The woman managed to spite out between breaths.
Technically you could still take them on pretty well. But the pneumatics aren’t bulletproof. Just tell him you’ll be fine, don’t let them know about it just yet.
“I’ll be fine. If I managed to close in on one I can take them down.”
“That’s good to hear, but stay at the rear.” The two of them filed behind three other random troopers, the one closest to Tony handing over to him an extra helmet. Aadibah snapped on a pair of goggles when she saw the dust cloud, albeit dissipating pretty quickly by now. The improvised squad moved in, and a shadow slipped into the open. There was a bright light that flashed past, nailing the silhouette square in the forehead. Moving further in Aadibah could see it was one of the raiders, with a light-machine-gun, that had almost just cut all of them down.
Tony turned back and waved to someone the prime could not see, “Thanks Shana!”
For a few moments the young boy stood there, before the whites of his eyes suddenly doubled in size. His legs flew out from underneath him, still gripping the sickle tightly in his hand, as Patrick took off back into town. In less than a minute he cleared a hundred yards back, sprinted past his grandfather and some others who had been idling and chit-chatting.
“Bandits! Raiders! They comin’ in! Git ‘eh troopers! Git ‘eh guns!” He yelled at the top of the lungs, voice cracking occasionally. As he dashed past, townspeople turned their heads to out of town, where dust clouds were being kicked up the vehicles. Immediately all the men dropped what they were doing, tools and papers and other items falling on the ground, as they all ushered the women and children indoors as well as began handing out an array of small arms. Everything from scoped, modern automatic rifles to muskets were passed around. Any man that could not get a firearm opted for a bludgeon or a dagger, one man even brought out a crossbow.
The rally of the men was unorganized and sloppy, the second each one managed to get a weapon was the second they positioned themselves on a rooftop, behind a makeshift barrier, or standing right out in the street. One by one they began to open fire on the advancing vehicles, a series of snaps and pops and occasional echoing booms from black powder flintlocks.
As the jeeps closed in, they began to swerve side to side and spread out in order to avoid as many bullets as possible. The man with the crossbow managed to get a good shot in, an arrow sinking itself into one of the raiders in a passenger seat. The man in the seat behind him pulled a shotgun out of the dead body’s fingers as well as some ammunition before shoving it overboard.
The townspeople continued to pepper the jeeps for a few minutes before receiving return fire from the raiders, which was significantly less accurate coming from the constantly moving vehicles. When the jeeps finally reached the edge of the town, their tires kicked up a cloud of dust and sand that engulfed their entire perimeter. The men defending the town suddenly found themselves blind and confused, whereas the bandits disembarked with goggles and face masks. The raiding team began to sweep through the immediate area, breaking down doors into taverns and stores and warehouses. For the most part they avoided firefighting, but every few minutes several shots rang out as led was exchanged briefly.
It was when blaster fire began cutting its way through the thick dust cloud, and white-armored soldiers began moving through that raiders began shooting to kill. For the most part, the future age armor was able to keep the petty projectiles from piercing the wearer, but a few troopers had to fall back after a bullet made its way into a kink. Their aim was also leagues ahead of the rag-tag bandits, cutting down a third of their numbers before they managed to hold the advance. It was here when the fighting evened out for both sides, the raiders running around and grabbing all sorts of trinkets, tools, food, anything they could get their hands on. The Stormtroopers taking potshots and escorting civilians out of the fray.
***
“How good are you without your rifle?” Tony and Aadibah were double-timing it with another squad, sprinting down the streets to the source of the gunfire.
“You’re fucking kidding right?” The woman managed to spite out between breaths.
Technically you could still take them on pretty well. But the pneumatics aren’t bulletproof. Just tell him you’ll be fine, don’t let them know about it just yet.
“I’ll be fine. If I managed to close in on one I can take them down.”
“That’s good to hear, but stay at the rear.” The two of them filed behind three other random troopers, the one closest to Tony handing over to him an extra helmet. Aadibah snapped on a pair of goggles when she saw the dust cloud, albeit dissipating pretty quickly by now. The improvised squad moved in, and a shadow slipped into the open. There was a bright light that flashed past, nailing the silhouette square in the forehead. Moving further in Aadibah could see it was one of the raiders, with a light-machine-gun, that had almost just cut all of them down.
Tony turned back and waved to someone the prime could not see, “Thanks Shana!”
Such terror you are facing
Isn't it wonderful?
Isn't it wonderful?