Futuristic To Never Question | Dystopian [OPEN]

[Lorsh]

Gradous13 MasterRed ReverseTex Trombone Geek BrokenRemedy Bill Nein

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CHARACTERS

Spoiler: CHARACTERS

Noemi Price ♀ [ Nellas Eledhwen ]
HEALTH: Fine
INVENTORY: Pump shotgun [6/6, 12] | Radio | Satchel | Gas mask |Padded rebel outfit | 25 certs $


Cynthia Smith ♀ [ MasterRed ]
HEALTH: Fine
INVENTORY: Pump shotgun [6/6, 12] | Radio | Satchel | Combat knife | Padded rebel outfit | 30 certs $


Otto Hienrick ♂ [ Gradous13 ]
HEALTH: Fine
INVENTORY: Revolver [6/6, 12] | Satchel | Ratty civilian outfit | 40 certs $


Adrian Hawthorne ♂ [ Bill Nein ]
HEALTH: Fine
INVENTORY: Boltgun [5/5, 5/5, 5/5]| Radio | Satchel | First-aid kit | Padded rebel outfit | 25 certs $


Kessi Helm ♀ [ Trombone Geek ]
HEALTH: Fine
INVENTORY: Boltgun [5/5, 5/5, 5/5]| Radio | Satchel | 2x knives | Padded rebel outfit | 20 certs $


Callam Jenrey ♂ [NPC]
HEALTH: Fine
INVENTORY: Subgun [30/30, 30/30] | Satchel | Radio | Padded rebel outfit | 10 certs $


Aubrey Barrister ♀ [NPC]
HEALTH: Fine
INVENTORY: Boltgun [5/5, 5/5, 4/5]| Ratty civilian outfit | 5 certs $


Garrish Dax ♂ [NPC]
HEALTH: Fine
INVENTORY: Subgun [30/30, 12/30] | Radio | Padded rebel outfit | 2 certs $


Hoss Slater ♂ [NPC]
HEALTH: Fine
INVENTORY: Carbine [12/12, 12/12] | Radio | Worn trench coat | 12 certs $

IC BELOW
To Never Question

"POWER, WILL, STRENGTH."

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Hasta Urbzone
Sanctaria

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The Hasta Urbzone has been under siege for months, with most of the infrastructure destroyed and much of its population displaced. The evacuation of civilians was mostly a failure, and many people are still stranded in the war-torn city. Everything is contested between the loyal forces of the Autumn Party government, and the rebels of The Connection. Air strikes, artillery barrages and fires have reduced much of the urbzone to ruins. Looters and gangs run amok in the areas where law and order have broken down, opportunistically killing and stealing whenever they can. Justice is swift for anybody caught by government forces engaging in these practices, as well any anybody even remotely suspected of supporting or sympathizing with the rebels. People are lined up and shot on a daily basis, or simply thrown out of hovercraft and into the toxic river. Anybody who dares question the supremacy of Sanctaria's ruling Autarchs is to be put to death.

The large wall that separated the city from The Gloom, or wasteland, has been broken down in many parts. Mutants and scavengers from the outside have managed to enter the city, causing many deaths and reinvigorating the black market. This is a positive aspect in some ways, as many people now need to resort to the black market to obtain food, now that there are only a few government ration terminals still in operation.

"Normal" life still continues in some areas of the city. A decent portion of the urbzone is still technically under the control of the police and military, but they are spread rather thin, and rebels frequently launch terror attacks deep inside government-held territory. Nevertheless, people are still forced to show up to work, even those who have had their homes destroyed. Many people are homeless, sleeping in abandoned tunnels and inside shelled-out buildings.

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You are a rebel of the Connection, stationed in one of the contested zones of the city. While the regular fighters of the Connection's forces have specific ranks, such as privates, sergeants and captains, as part of the "irregular" militia, your group lacks any real command structure, instead receiving orders directly from a secret command post known as as "Firebrand 5" over the radio. You will have to rely on cooperation between yourselves in order to fulfill your objectives. At the moment, you are simply confined to your home outpost, and have been told to keep a lookout for any Autumn Party forces in the area. There is a sleeping quarters, a supply room, mess room, and a makeshift watchtower. Some sand bags have been set up at the front for protection.


Outpost entrance​

 

[Lorsh]

[Actions are mostly free for the time being. I will describe the goings-on of the city, while you can all interact with each other for a few posts before anything important happens. Posts don't need to be ridiculously long, maybe just a paragraph. You are free to do more, however.]


Cynthia

You wake up inside your bunk, with another rebel, Callam, sleeping below you. Some dust is knocked loose from the ceiling from the distant rumble of a large explosion, although it's thankfully not too close to the outpost to actually destroy anything. Still, the reverberation of the bombs being dropped on the city can be felt over long distances. The interior of the room is very dreary, with many cracks in the walls, and gray fungus eating away at the old floors. Your equipment is stashed in a locker below.

Noemi

You are positioned behind some sandbags in the front of the outpost. Your radio is resting on a nearby table, and has mostly been spewing static as of late. The military will occasionally set up jamming devices to mess with the frequencies, but they only last for so long before they end up getting targeted and destroyed. You should be receiving messages from Firebrand-5 again eventually. You are wearing a rebel outfit with an armband bearing the insignia of the Connection, but no real armor aside from padding that could possibly cushion light blows. Up ahead, the streets are barren, aside from a civilian woman picking around the streets for scrap.


Otto

Your residence was destroyed during an enemy air raid from the Moorean Confederation, commonly known as the "greenblood" posthumans. They are technically supportive of the Connection, although their planes tend to accidentally blow up a lot of rebel and civilian areas as well, despite the Autumn Party's forces being their primary targets for destruction. You are out on the street, with your revolver tucked into your waistband. There's a few burning cars and destroyed buildings nearby, as well as a haggard-looking woman picking around the streets for scrap. Ahead, you see some kind of makeshift fortification with a few people standing guard. It doesn't look like they have seen you yet, however.


Other Rebels

You are either loitering around the mess room, guarding the front of the outpost, or are in the barracks section, either at the tables or on one of the bunk beds.

 

[Gradous13]

Otto cursed under his breath "Goddamn Mooreans, I had a nice stash.....more like morons, the pricks." He had been walking for a couple hours trying to find a new place to make home but so far it was a crap-shoot of unlivable conditions, overpopulated or to close to areas that were patrolled by Autumn Party soldiers and police. It was a little hazy out but not enough to really impact sight distance. Since Otto was in an area he never went to, His revolver sat in a cross-draw position the his waist band of his tattered pants. A woman caught his attention, she was about a seventy five meters up the road. Otto was suspicious as he had been the only one on the road for the past hour or so, the area had been heavily evacuated, looking around there was good reason too. Otto moved casually into cover the moment he spotted a fortified position, a portion of a high rise building had seated itself left of the road and made such cover, from there he noticed only a couple of guards near it, but couldn't make out the uniform as they were a good distance away. He twisted around and sat against the wall after pulling his revolver out. Otto opened the cylinder to double check the firearm which was loaded. "OK, if I can get into a building or onto their flank I could figure out who they are" Otto closed the cylinder and took another look around, seeing if there was any avenues of approach that allowed his to stay unseen.

Otto spotted a hole in the side of a building that was forwards and to the left of his cover. Otto moved low and fast, his revolver at the ready. It was a short sprint into the building, about twenty meters or so. The place was a disaster, the entire building was bombed out though the second floor had a few areas still intact. Otto got on top of a counter and put his revolver back into his satchel before he jumped up to a ledge above the counter and hoisted himself up. "The rebar looks sturdy enough...yeah, I can make it" He thought, quickly assessing on how he would get up to the next level. The ledge he was on was about six feet long which would be enough room for Otto to get enough momentum to jump and grab the rebar sticking out of the second floor. Otto sprinted and jumped with all his strength and got both his hands on the rebar, though his left slipped off the metal. "Shit!" he said aloud as the rebar shifted. Otto quickly got his left hand onto the edge of the second floor just before the metal bar dislodged itself and fell to the to the ground below making a loud bang which would echo through the building due to the concrete that went with it. "Ooooh fuck me!" Otto muttered as he pulled himself up to the second floor.

The building seemed to be an office building of sorts, it was long and wide, broken down cubicles with destroyed desks, chairs and pretty much everything else littered the interior. Otto moved low to a window that had no glass in it, it over looked the street and gave him a clear look at the fortification which was within shouting distance up the road.Otto pulled his revolver back out of the satchel and kept it at the ready as he observed the two guards at the outpost. In the meantime Otto would munch on a potato that he had in the satchel a long side a can of green beans, a spoon , makeshift can opener and some money...

 

[Bill Nein]

Adrian had his Bolt gun Dissasembled on his bed. He maintains his weapon frequently.
That explains it. My slide was a bit sticky.
He fixes the bolt on his Bolt gun. He apples it the the semi Assembled receiver. He pulls the bolt with little resistance.
"Good. Much better"
He reaplys the rest if the receiver, than the Barrel. Finally the stock. This activity usualy takes him 30 minutes. This releases the excessive stress from his childhood and the flashbacks working in labor. From His lost comrades and friends. He joined the resistance a month ago when he saved a patrol from the autumn party by sniping with his bolt gun from the opposing balcony. After he's been inducted he was assigned here, he had time to himself...to much time. He straps his gun to his back and heads to the mess hall. He grabs a can of beans and eats it. They taste like Sand paper but it's better than nothing,

 

[Lorsh]

All

A low whirring noise is heard as a small, somewhat cube-shaped robot floats out of the smoke, spewing static and garbled speech. It's a propaganda technic, or "propamaton". It plays a low, monotone recording of a speech that was given by the Autumn Party's deputy, known as the Second Autarch, or "The Speaker", several weeks ago. It does not possess his actual voice, but it reads the same lines, albeit in random order.

"I STAND BEFORE THE ENTIRETY OF HUMANKIND. I TELL YOU THAT DISLOYALTY IS THE GREATEST SIN. THE EVIL OF THE CONNECTION WILL DIE. OUR ENEMIES WILL BE ERASED IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE. GLORY TO THE AUTARCHS. LOYALTY TO THE AUTUMN PARTY. BLOOD FOR SANCTARIA."

The woman scrounging the rubble in the streets ignores the bot, continuing to dig through the debris for baubles. The technic briefly stops next to her.

"[GREETING 5], COMPATRIOT. [PROPOMATON 0506452] FIGHTS FOR HIS COUNTRY, DO YOU?"

It issues this short message to the woman before continuing to hover along.

 

[Trombone Geek]

Loitering near the entrance to the outpost, Kessi fiddled restlessly with the smaller of her two knives, slumped almost completely in her chair and bouncing her foot to a tempo only she knew. She would be further in the outpost, with the other rebels, but she didn't feel particularly up to socializing at the moment. She tossed her knife, fumbling the catch slightly but not nicking her finger on the blade, which was better than the last time. A good alleviator for boredom, sure, but there were countless healing cuts on her fingers, which had been sore before but now Kessi hardly noticed. Raising her arm and rolling to her feet in one smooth, parade-band-trained motion, Kessi squinted slightly in an attempt to bring the wooden pole that was her target into clearer focus. While not really visually impaired, a slight lazy eye (that wasn't even noticeable, thankfully) had messed with her sight enough that she didn't like aiming anything without intimidating it into submission with a squint-glare. Or something.

With barely another thought, Kessi flings the knife at the beam. It enters cleanly enough, albeit to the left of the center. Pretty good for a small target, if she does say so herself. It's when she goes to recover the weapon that she hears it. One of those stupid propamaton devices that have been floating around as of late, a poor attempt to retain order in this chaotic warzone. Something about its crackling voice grates on Kessi's nerves more than such things normally would.

Thrusting her knife back into its sheathe maybe a bit too roughly, the rebel moves towards the entrance, leaning casually on a sandbag wall and glancing at a rebel whose name she doesn't know. "Any particular rules on destroying propamatons? Do they, I dunno, send out a signal when busted up to drag in a bunch of military goons? Anyone who takes a weapon to it's gotta be a rebel, after all," she rambles, watching the small robot float around with narrowed eyes. Nellas Eledhwen

 

[Nellas Eledhwen]

Noemi sat up against the sandbags of the outpost, absentmindedly picking at her armband, which bore the insignia of the Connection. She hadn't heard from Firebrand-5 for hours, the soft drone of radio static her only company. It had lulled her into an odd state of being: aware of her surroundings, but mind blank, eyes staring off into space. She didn't mind, however; at least she could get some rest this way. The rebel had only slept a total of 3 hours over the past 2 days, and power naps like these kept her from insanity. Or death.

A new noise brought Noemi back to reality, a low whirring, which meant they had a rather unwelcome visitor. A propamaton. She flipped over, propping herself on her knees, and watched as the bot stopped near a woman a little ways up the road. It gave the standard message, then continued on.

"Any particular rules on destroying propamatons?" a voice next to her asked, and Noemi snapped her head up to look at another rebel who had been stationed with her, although she did not know her name. She listened to what the girl had to say, then shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not sure, I don't know a lot about them. My best guess is that the Autumn Party tracks them, so if the tracker goes offline, or is destroyed, then they would send someone out here to investigate. It's better just to stay hidden and let it pass, in my opinion."

Standing up, Noemi brushed the dust and dirt off her pants, then held out a hand. "I'm Noemi," she said with a small smile. Trombone Geek

 

[Lorsh]

[Remember to watch the thread if you haven't already.]

All

Another rebel standing guard, Hoss Slater, sits up a bit on his stool. "Just let it pass, yeah," he remarks in reference to the wandering propomaton. "Too small for a monitor to be on it," he says with a shrug as he peers out in the distance. In this world, cameras were referred to as "monitors", and were very large, bulky, and impractical. They were rather easy to spot, as they were often hanged up in elevated places where they could easily be shot down. Actual surveillance technics equipped with monitors were usually the size of a refrigerator, and easy to spot and destroy as well. The Autumn Party's forces here, therefore, often relied on human intelligence and scouts.

The propomaton continues to float around, although it seems that it may drift out of sight soon.

Gunfire is heard in the distance, causing the woman on the streets to crawl into a nearby manhole for shelter. Finally, the radio comes back to life. Firebrand-5 only issues a short message before erupting into static again; "Cops. Be on the lookout for cops."

 

[Gradous13]

Otto had just finished the potato he'd been munching on when a low, static noise enter the immidiate area. It was a only static for a moment before a voice recoding began. The recoding was of "The Speaker" that was played by the Propamatron. "Oh lovely, wake up the guys im tryin to loot off of." Otto grumbled while he peeked over the window sill and watched the machine approach the woman he had snuck past. Otto sat back inti the corner and waited a moment before He switched to the other window. Slowly raising himself up, Otto looked into the Rebel position and scanned it for quick entrances and exits along with anything valuable inside that could be easily taken between the said entrances and exits.

Otto brought his attention back to the guards overlooking the street as they seemed to be alerted to something, "Must not be to serious, musta been the propamatron or a radio message, ah who-" Otto quickly ducked down before finishing the thought, he could have sworn one of the guards looked right at him. Otto's heart pounded and a smirk grew on his face just at the thought of the guy chasing him. Sure, getting chased can suck, if you aren't Otto. At least that was his opinion of himself.

Otto looked around the intirior of his building, straight back would be the quickest route out as the wall was blown out and it seemed the rubble piled up against the building. One problem would be the alleyway between his building and the next building up, as this alley went right up to the outpost. Otto began crawling along the side of the intirior wall so he wouldn't be seen through the windows. As long as one of thoes guards didnt run up on his exit he would be fine. "Looks like Ill rob ya another day" Otto thought as he closed the gap on the his exit. He honestly hoped no one had seen him as he was now down to only a can of food and didnt want to find another area to loot from. Wether those guards did see him, well he would soon find out...

Trombone Geek Nellas Eledhwen Nellas Lorsh

 

[Trombone Geek]

Kessi looked down at Noemi's hand, shrugged, and shook it. "Kessi. Nice to meet ya," she replies, turning to watch the propomaton float by. When Firebrand-5 suddenly crackled to life on the radio, the rebel jumped slightly, alarmed at the sudden noise, and turned her attention to it. "...Cops?" she muttered, frowning. Should she alert the others? She scanned the area immediately visible, and her frown turned more into a deep scowl when she could've sworn she caught the eyes of someone in a distant, worn down house. It only made her jumpier.

"I'm gonna go get my gun," she said, retreating into the base proper and snagging her boltgun off of a table. Pausing for a moment, the rebel rocked on her heels and considered before treading deeper, into the barracks. "Firebrand-5 says be on the lookout for cops. Make sure y'all're ready just in case," was all she said before moving back to the outpost entrance. MasterRed

"Anything new?"

 

[MasterRed]

Cynthia jumped. "Cops, you sure?". She grabbed her shotgun and lay in wait.