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 Romeo seeks revenge |
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Ankh comms Romeo offering to sell a bike - he's obviously suspicious that Romeo might jump him, but Romeo pays for the bike and acts like he's not pissed off about Ankh's betrayal, just for a chance of getting a shot at Ankh.
Turned out it was credits well spent.
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You dodge your way across the street, barely avoiding passing hovercraft and rogue cyclists.
High Street (in New Carthage)
A bizzare mix of punkers, zoners, cromags, and others crowd the street from sidewalk to sidewalk. Holo-signs and neon bathe
the crowd in a flickering light; faces move by you like meat under fast-food heatlamps. Groups accrete and dissolve as biz
ripples through the masses; gunshots ring out, and screams go unheeded. Early morning traffic pushes through the listless
crowd.
You can cross north, the street runs east, and an intersection lies west. Sound and light spills from a bar to the south.
A concrete ramp leads down into a parking garage under the Syndrome.
It is now summer.
There's a thin film of smog in the sky.
Ankh is straddling the Owens Archer.
Memorial Plaque is here, bolted firmly up against the wall. The NCNet com kiosk here is covered with graffiti and old band
flyers. A NC Transit Bus is idling at the curb, awaiting passengers.
Joey81 is staring vacantly into space.
Joey81 glances up, as if stirred from a trance.
Joey81 says, "Can't talk. Eating soyburg."
Joey81 munches happily.
nod
You nod your assent.
l owens
Massive cowlings and vents protrude from its wide body. The Owens Archer's design focuses on utility and raw horsepower,
leaving aesthetics by the wayside. The Owens Archer's sweeping fuel tank blends with its massive engine cowlings and
filter inlets. AdapTech smartwheels and a variable speed drive-by-wire suspension transfer the Owens Archer's power to the
road via superconducting gyros and electronics.
Ankh is straddling the Owens Archer.
Owens Archer is rumbling obnoxiously loud.
Ankh nods soberly to you.
l ankh
Ankh
A man of average height and build, with short straight black hair. He eyes the area curiously not unlike a cayote might,
wary of predators but also of any prey that might happen by. His stride is wide and purposeful, composed and decisive.
Ankh is wearing an impact-resistant motorcycle helmet, the visor snapped in place and reflecting High Street (in New
Carthage) in a gleaming curve of mirrorshade. Ankh is covered from neck to ankles in a matte black nano-weave bodysuit.
Across the chest is a flashy E in a lightning-bolt design. Strapped to Ankh left shoulder is a heavily oiled holster. He
wears a stiff grey vest, zipped up the front. Ankh's entire left arm is covered with ammo clips held in place by black
elastic pockets. This allows the wearer to reload with maximum efficiency. Ankh wears a pair of slightly baggy forest camo
pants, made of a rather thick, durable-looking material. Shallow pockets line each leg, and a thick waistband holds up the
obviously protective garment. A small, black nylon boot sheath is strapped around his right calf. Scuffs and grit cover
the toes of his matte USAF workboots.
He is in excellent health.
Ankh is empty-handed.
The Owens Archer emits a double chirp as its security system resets.
Ankh swings his leg over the Owens Archer and slides off.
Owens Archer stops its rumbling as it automatically shuts off.
follow ankh
You begin following Ankh. (Ankh doesn't trust you to follow, and will try to evade).
The doors of the bus slide shut.
The NC Transit Bus drives away, heading east.
throw static to here
You get out your G-21X Static grenade.
kill ankh
You throw a G-21X Static grenade to the High Street (in New Carthage).
Romeo approaches Ankh, takes aim with his wR-InK .44 Mamba, and fires.
say And this is for fuckin' me over.
You say, "And this is for fuckin' me over."
mode
Your combat mode is 'normal'.
Modes are: allout, aggressive, normal, cautious, defense, and throw.
A cloud of R/F chaff spreads across the area.
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High Street (in New Carthage)
A bizzare mix of punkers, zoners, cromags, and others crowd the street from sidewalk to sidewalk. Holo-signs and neon bathe
the crowd in a flickering light; faces move by you like meat under fast-food heatlamps. Groups accrete and dissolve as biz
ripples through the masses; gunshots ring out, and screams go unheeded. Early morning traffic pushes through the listless
crowd.
You can cross north, the street runs east, and an intersection lies west. Sound and light spills from a bar to the south.
A concrete ramp leads down into a parking garage under the Syndrome.
It is now summer.
There's a thin film of smog in the sky.
A Owens Archer is propped up on its kickstand, riderless.
Memorial Plaque is here, bolted firmly up against the wall. The NCNet com kiosk here is covered with graffiti and old band
flyers. A cloud of R/F chaff hangs over the area.
Joey81 is staring vacantly into space. Ankh is here, locked in combat.
Romeo lithely dodges past Ankh's punch.
Ankh unzips his left shoulder holster.
mode aggressive
Combat mode switched to aggressive.
Ankh reaches into his left shoulder holster and pulls out a FedArms .44 magnum.
mode normal
Combat mode switched to normal.
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You are carrying:
a credstick a .44 mag clip
a left shoulder holster (worn) a .44 mag clip
an outfit (worn) a .44 mag clip
a set of dreams a .44 mag clip
a lighter a .44 mag clip
a .44 mag clip a wR-InK Street Style Duster (worn)
a .44 mag clip a wR-InK .44 Mamba (in hand)
a .44 mag clip
Your load barely slows you down.
Ankh strolls towards Romeo, firing his FedArms .44 magnum in disciplined shots that blast into Romeo's head.
You feel a bit shaken by your flesh wounds.
Ankh's chest armor deflects Romeo's wR-InK .44 Mamba round, leaving the armor only slightly scratched.
Romeo twists away from Ankh's attack, crouches, and fires his wR-InK .44 Mamba into the unprotected back of Ankh's chest!
ht
He is covered with bloody gashes and wounds.
ht ankh
He is covered with bloody gashes and wounds.
Ankh flees for his life!
Ankh screams in agony as Romeo's wR-InK .44 Mamba shot blasts his chest!
Ankh glances both ways and heads north across the street, dodging traffic.
You dodge your way across the street, barely avoiding passing hovercraft and rogue cyclists.
kill ankh
High Street (in New Carthage)
A bizzare mix of punkers, zoners, cromags, and others crowd the street from sidewalk to sidewalk. Holo-signs and neon bathe
the crowd in a flickering light; faces move by you like meat under fast-food heatlamps. Groups accrete and dissolve as biz
ripples through the masses; gunshots ring out, and screams go unheeded. Early morning traffic pushes through the listless
crowd.
You can cross south, the street runs east, and an intersection lies west. The battered old shell of Hubbard Army lies
north.
To the south, you see someone standing. Some vehicles are to the south.
It is now summer.
There's a thin film of smog in the sky.
Ankh is here.
Romeo approaches Ankh, takes aim with his wR-InK .44 Mamba, and fires.
A violent explosion of flesh and blood erupt as a slug from Ankh's FedArms .44 magnum tears into Romeo's chest, exiting
through the other side.
You struggle to keep your balance as bullets tear deep into your body.
Ankh sways slightly as his right calf armor absorbs the brunt of Romeo's wR-InK .44 Mamba attack.
The back of Ankh's right calf erupts in a smoking exit wound as Romeo's wR-InK .44 Mamba spews out spent shell casings.
Ankh flees for his life!
A violent explosion of flesh and blood erupt as a slug from Romeo's wR-InK .44 Mamba tears into Ankh's right hand, exiting
through the other side.
Ankh heads east down the street.
You head east along the street.
kill ankh
High Street (in New Carthage)
You can cross south and the street runs east and west. The red sign of Video Shack glows in the north building.
To the southwest, you see someone standing. Some vehicles are to the southwest.
It is now summer.
There's a thin film of smog in the sky.
Ankh is here.
Romeo approaches Ankh, takes aim with his wR-InK .44 Mamba, and fires.
Ankh calmly adjusts the sight on his FedArms .44 magnum, takes aim again, and fires a devastating shot into the center of
Romeo's chest.
You are sure the next bullet that rips into you will surely be the last...
Ankh is thrown onto his back by the impact of Romeo's wR-InK .44 Mamba blast.
Ankh tries to escape, but you manage to prevent him!
.hold my pistol sideways as I .fire, "DIE!"
You hold your pistol sideways as you fire, "DIE!"
ht
He is deathly pale and bleeding from multiple stabs and slashes.
Ankh flees for his life!
ht ankh
The slug from Romeo's wR-InK .44 Mamba buries itself in Ankh's head armor.
Ankh glances both ways and heads southwest across the street, dodging traffic.
I see no "ankh" here.
You dodge your way across the street, barely avoiding passing hovercraft and rogue cyclists.
kill ankh
High Street (in New Carthage)
A bizzare mix of punkers, zoners, cromags, and others crowd the street from sidewalk to sidewalk. Holo-signs and neon bathe
the crowd in a flickering light; faces move by you like meat under fast-food heatlamps. Groups accrete and dissolve as biz
ripples through the masses; gunshots ring out, and screams go unheeded. Early morning traffic pushes through the listless
crowd.
You can cross north, the street runs east, and an intersection lies west. Sound and light spills from a bar to the south.
A concrete ramp leads down into a parking garage under the Syndrome.
It is now summer.
There's a thin film of smog in the sky.
A Owens Archer is propped up on its kickstand, riderless.
Memorial Plaque is here, bolted firmly up against the wall. The NCNet com kiosk here is covered with graffiti and old band
flyers. A cloud of R/F chaff hangs over the area.
Joey81 is staring vacantly into space. Ankh is here.
Joey81 [to Romeo]: Say - have you driven a Fusaka lately?
Joey81 smiles.
Romeo approaches Ankh, takes aim with his wR-InK .44 Mamba, and fires.
Ankh's FedArms .44 magnum shot grazes Romeo's right upper arm.
You are sure the next bullet that rips into you will surely be the last...
Ankh tries to escape, but you manage to prevent him!
Romeo calmly adjusts the sight on his wR-InK .44 Mamba, takes aim again, and fires a devastating shot into the center of
Ankh's chest.
The wR-InK .44 Mamba impact saws open Ankh's chest with multiple craters of erupting blood and spraying gore!
ht ankh
He is barely conscious, mangled and bloody. His chest is disabled.
ht
He is deathly pale and bleeding from multiple stabs and slashes.
Ankh screams in agony as Romeo's wR-InK .44 Mamba shot blasts his left foot!
The wR-InK .44 Mamba blast shreds Ankh's left foot into a rapidly expanding cloud of flesh, blood, and formless gore!
Ankh slumps to the ground unconscious.
kill ankh
Romeo puts the barrel of his wR-InK .44 Mamba at Ankh's head and pulls the trigger, splattering his brains on the ground
with a deafening blast.
Ankh's body twitches as the unfortunate soul expires.
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JLaughter001
My Monkey is Blue. Yours Should Be Too.
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Dang. If Ankh had stood his ground that would have went the other way. Good brawl!
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Carpe_Diem
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Yikes! Yeah... that fight could have totally went the other way if he stood his ground.
Good job, though!
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