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| Topic Started: Jan 11 2015, 05:48 AM (2,240 Views) | |
| loneviking | Jan 11 2015, 05:48 AM Post #1 |
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Master of Disaster
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The sun was always hotter then most planets on Deadwood. The sweeping wind blew sand across the long barren dunes consisting of a mixture of dirt and sand. Small settlements reminiscent of earth that was frontier towns were scattered about the planet, but they were few and far between. People tend to come to deadwood for two reasons. 1) To hide from someone, or 2) to dispose of something. Lear West found herself in the latter. She awoke in a sweat as the glare of the suns rays blinded her. She was covered in bruises that made her body recoil in pain and sand. She could instantly feel the dryness building in her mouth from lack of water. She was lightheaded and disoriented as to how she got here.. She then recalled getting punched in the face by an associate on a job that had gone wrong. Lear recalled taking odd jobs now and then, but nothing was like her time on Glory. Amongst the beating hot and the dunes, she was alone. She saw sand as far as she could see in either direction, with what seemed to be mountains in the North. A quick check of her person would reveal that all she had left were the tattered clothes on her back. |
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| Lear_West | Jan 11 2015, 06:04 AM Post #2 |
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The sand put off as much heat as the sun, and as Lear propped herself up her hands burned on the godforsaken stuff. Stretching a little, she tested the extent of the damage, and found she was pretty badly beaten up. Everything hurt. Her hair hurt. "Gorrammit...." The only response was a gust of wind throwing sand into her face. She tried to spit it back out but her mouth was too dry. Felt like waking up after a long night with a bottle, but less good memories. Her head was fuzzy, and she knew that she needed shade and water quickly if she wanted any more memories, let alone the ones from how exactly she ended up on this dead rock. Standing was a demonstration of pain, but she got herself upright, and with no better options, pointed her self towards the blobs that resembled mountains in the distance. The first few steps were a challenge, but she slowly gained her balance and her feet started listening to her brain. Her face felt like it was on fire, and she could feel dried blood matted in her hair. But the sun. It stared down at her with an almost intentional desire to roast her brain. "What I wouldn't give for a rutting umbrella...." |
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Lear West Equip: Ma's Rifle, Dom's knife, service revolver and Lane's revolver in her holster. PDA | |
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| loneviking | Jan 11 2015, 11:43 AM Post #3 |
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Lear stumbled through the searing desert in pain. The sand felt like hot, stinging coals against her body. She thought at one point she saw a pool of water, but alas it was the dehydration speaking. After what seemed like a life time of suffering she made it to the mountain wall. She saw a small path leading upwards to a higher ledge. |
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| Lear_West | Jan 11 2015, 11:56 AM Post #4 |
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Each step felt like she was wearing cement shoes in 3 feet of water, and Lear was starting to actually worry. But the ledge was high enough she might be able to see some way out of the mess she was in. So onward she trudged. It took three times longer than it should have but she made it. As she saw that there was a little overhang that provided about a foot of shade, she got excited, and stumble. She hit the ground hard, skinning the palms of her hands when she caught herself, but she had landed with her face in the shade. "Tiny wins. I'll take 'em." Lear laid there for a moment, eyes closed, letting her body rest for just a second. THe coolness of the shade didn't last long though, as the sun warmed rocks started to bake her from beneath. Sighing, she knew her respite was over, and she sat up, peering off into the distance to the east and west. "C'mon, man.... one little break would be nice right about now...." |
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Lear West Equip: Ma's Rifle, Dom's knife, service revolver and Lane's revolver in her holster. PDA | |
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| loneviking | Jan 11 2015, 12:03 PM Post #5 |
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Lear stared out among the dunes and saw nothing but sand. The dry wind would occassionly howl and lick her skin with tiny beads of sand. Out of the corner of her eye she could see a faint blue glowing light coming from around the bend of the ledge. If she were to inspect further she would discover an entrance to a cave which led into the mountain. |
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| Lear_West | Jan 11 2015, 12:12 PM Post #6 |
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"Oh sweet baby jeebus, thank you..." The wind said you're welcome with another mouthful of sand. Nevertheless, Lear stood up, wiped her mouth on the back of her tattered and... "Oh, well damn..." bloody sleeve. "Wonder if it's mine." With a shake of her head, Lear walked to the corner of the ledge, and carefully stepped around to the mouth of the cave. Pressed against the rock, she took a moment to slow her breathing and calm her mind, opening her senses up to any tiny bit of information the air had to give. A sound, a smell, something beyond the soft glow of blue coming from the cave. The glow reminded her of a computer screen or something electronic, but she had no clue without sticking her head around the corner. That thought was significantly less appealing to her than normal due to the fact she was unarmed, but what choice did she have at this point. Silently, she slipped around the corner and entered the cave. |
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Lear West Equip: Ma's Rifle, Dom's knife, service revolver and Lane's revolver in her holster. PDA | |
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| loneviking | Jan 11 2015, 12:32 PM Post #7 |
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As Lear entered the cave, all of her senses sparked to life. The smell was unbearable. It would overwhelm most people and cause them to gag instantly. The smell of rot was heavy in the air. The autolights scattered around the cave provided some light with it's flickering blue hue. The cave appeared smaller then one would think. She then saw two figures. Both sat silently facing each other against opposite walls, about 15 feet apart giving her the impression that they were each a corpse. Edited by loneviking, Jan 11 2015, 12:37 PM.
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| Lear_West | Jan 11 2015, 12:36 PM Post #8 |
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Bile instantly rose in Lear's throat, and she swallowed it back with a shudder. "Finally, I have company." she grumbled as she walked over to the corpse on the right. By the smell they'd been dead for awhile, but not overly long. She wondered if they arrived at this tropical destination the same way she did. Hoping to find something of use, she knelt next to the body and started to inspect it. "Please have a flask. I would have a flask. Good, expensive vodka. That would be perfect." |
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Lear West Equip: Ma's Rifle, Dom's knife, service revolver and Lane's revolver in her holster. PDA | |
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| loneviking | Jan 15 2015, 08:43 AM Post #9 |
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Upon searching the decaying body of the man on the right, Lear discovered a letter folded up in his pocket and then found a key in his bone like hands. He bad been dead a few weeks judging by the amount of decay. What was left of his youthful appearance was now gone, betrayed to bones and rot. If Lear were to inspect the other body, she would observe a man who didn't appear dead for too long. He was shackled at one of his legs and had a small crate near him with some rations and water to last another day or so. He had a thick beard and smelled of feces and piss. |
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| MacTrom | Feb 28 2015, 04:37 AM Post #10 |
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As Lear inspected the body, she felt a slight movement; barely a twitch, but a response from her touch. Then she was distracted by the thunderous roar from outside. She recognized it as the sound of a landing craft, mid sized, powerful, and very close by. She turned back to the man and checked his pulse at the neck again. There! A single throb of contraction! She shook her head in disbelief. Then there was the gentle tap at the cave entrance. Turning, she could see a figure silhouetted by the out door light. Hooded, neck wrapped in a scarf, and heavy jungle fatigues. Boots to match, with the obvious hilt of a dagger projecting from the top of one. The stranger stood quiet for a moment, letting the dim light of the cave filter through the goggles it wore. The figure stepped into the cave proper, clearing the entrance and reaching up to push the hood back off its head, and then the goggles down onto her neck. She smiled at Lear. "Hello, dearie. Did you call for a lift?"
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But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free I've got nothing but affection for all those who sailed with me Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow. Things should start to get interestin' right about now ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |
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| biffcalhoon | Mar 2 2015, 09:02 AM Post #11 |
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Something has changed. I'm not alone! Biff began to bring himself out of his trance. This was such an extremely long time out. Longer then he ever had to sit. As he became more aware he was assaulted by the stench of his own filth. Sounds and people talking though he wasn't sure yet what was being said. Lear looked in disbelief at the woman at the cave enterance. "Yes to say the least." She grabbed the key out of Cole's hand and unlocked the chains holding Biff to the wall. She saw him move slightly. "He's going to need medical attention he looks to have been here for awhile. Where did you come from? How did you found me" |
![]() Narrator of: Family Ties Bind Tight This Is My Quest - A tale of regret. Nobody's Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone - Cole and Biff go walk about. | |
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| MacTrom | Mar 5 2015, 11:27 AM Post #12 |
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With a broad, disarming smile, she waved openly to the cave entrance. "My ship, the Roanoke, parked just outside. She's small but well equipped med bay. I picked up a distress signal, and though it was aimed at someone else, I managed to decode it and since I was close, dropped in." She moved to help get Biff to his feet, and then, with Lear supporting, they moved the limp body to the ship, carefully laying him on the diagnostic bed. A series of commands entered into the medical console, and various scanners got to work checking him out. After he was settled in, she turned to Lear. "Professor Alec Riverton, welcome aboard. There is a common bunk room, through that hatch, past the lounge and out the opposite hatch. Make yourself at home, if you will." |
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But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free I've got nothing but affection for all those who sailed with me Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow. Things should start to get interestin' right about now ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |
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| MacTrom | Mar 9 2015, 01:54 PM Post #13 |
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Once her passengers were settled in, Alex took the pilot's seat on the small bridge and punched in her next destination: Simmons Hollow, a small outpost on Deadwood. A short jump into atmo, and some conversation on the WAVE to secure landing rights, and the Roanoak came to alight on the small landing pad adjacent to Simmons Hollow. Alex stepped into the med bay once the ship's thrusters had droned into silence, and checked the readouts for the wounded man. She nodded to herself, as Lear stepped in behind her. "Looks like your friend is fit to walk. I have some business here, and I understand the local bar is a good place to make contacts, if you're looking for further travels." Continue this story at Cold Trail |
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