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Re: CDDA: Adventures in Cataclysm
« Reply #5160 on: August 14, 2019, 04:48:06 am »
The sun had begun to set by the time Jennifer and Cherise had managed to free themselves of the unpleasant social situation in which they found themselves. A woman named Carrol had approached them demanding to know what they were doing sneaking around. Jennifer had been at a loss for a moment but Cherise had been ready, reaffirming Jenny's choice for her first ranger. Cherise had responded with an old standby that had marked her as unaligned with the refugee center.

"Sorry to bother you ma'am, but do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior, Jesus Christ?"

Carrol had scowled deeply and tightened the grip on her glaive. Hoyt and his thugs were familiar with the ploy, but not afraid of what it could mean for the orchard and it's denizens.

"We told you fucks to come Openly if you wanted what Hoyt's selling." She said more than a little menacingly. Carrol did an about face and headed back the way she'd come, only turning long enough to throw an insult at the women, and a command to hurry the hell up. Jennifer's first impression of Hoyt and the people who surrounded the man was soon proved to be spot on. He was dangerous, and the feeling of thinly veiled menace seemed to drop away to be replaced with open hostility when the rangers insisted that they hadn't come for drugs. Until that was, Jenny mentioned milk. Hoyt calmed quickly, but there was still an air of hostility. A bridge had been burned, but he was still willing to deal with them. He wouldn't bargain though, and Jennifer ended up paying the mans exorbitant price for the one jug brought in by Carrol after a long wait.

Now, walking along the road and discussing what they'd seen, Jennifer looked closely at the milk. To her, it looked like regular milk. To Cheena though, it looked wrong. Without a word, she popped the cap on the old fashioned glass bottle and overturned it.

"What are you doing? You paid for that!" Cherise gasped. Jenny shook her head slowly, and told her that it was poison. "What do you mean?"

"We wasted his time, his assistant or whatever put something in it. From what I've been told by the chef and the people he has taking shipments from this Hoyt guy, he doesn't ship his product in bottles like this. It was filled individually on the spot, just for us. That Carrol lady took her time, didn't she?" Jennifer explained. Cherise thought about it for a moment, then nodded. Carrol had taken more than enough time retrieving the bottle. Enough that she could have filled many bottles in the time it took her to return. "Plus," Jenny said, ears perking up as Cheena made her aware of something else, "Someone is following us."

They waited, listening to the silence of dusk. Crickets, wind, and silence. Cherise heard nothing but her senses, honed by her time hunting humans and mutants, suddenly went off. Jennifer hefted a stone and cursed herself for not bringing a holdout while Cherise drew the strange handle she'd had taken out momentarily earlier. With a quick movement, Cherise had drawn something from her sleeve and attached it to the handle.

"You're still wearing your armor?" Jennifer asked, astonished that Cherise had been able to conceal something like that under her clothes.

"Just the battery and the power circulator. I need them for the axe." She explained. Jenny didn't have time to ask when all became clear. A click and snap, and the handle had extended in Cherise's hand, then a lightsaberish 'fwoosh' and a jet of blue fire erupted from the end of the handles extended shaft. To Jenny, it really did look like an axe, albeit one made of blue light. The heat was obvious, even from as far as Jenny was standing. The implement would heat up quickly, and the burns on Cherise's hands suddenly made sense.

Something moved off the side of the road back the way they came. Someone or something moving away, headed back to the orchard.


A little later, when they were sure that they were alone again, Cherise rubbed the palm of her hand while Jennifer examined the handle. She'd never seen anything like it, and doubted very much that Captain Sandell had either.

"It's a plasma weapon," Cherise explained, "The Mark Seven can usually discharge the heat produced, but not for very long since I never had the full suit."

"Where did you get it?" Jennifer asked wonderingly. Cherise shrugged, and took it back.

"A 'gift' for being especially good at what I did. Now it's just a really useful shameful reminder." The other woman continued looking uneasy and guilty. "I did what I had to, but it wasn't moral. I'll certainly go to hell." Now she looked sad, but only for a moment before the emotion melted away. The two of them decided to head on in the opposite direction of New Paris. If the drug dealer was intent on having his people follow them, then it wouldn't be good to have them followed back and revealing their true allegiances. Hoyt believed they were Gods Army, and that suited Jennifer just fine. It got darker and any sign of pursuit soon dropped away for good. The plan now was to keep going until they found one of Jennifer's safe houses.

"It'll be good for you to know where they are, if you decide to stick with the rangers." She explained, "Some of them are in some rather dangerous areas too, so those ones you won't have to worry too much about bandits or anything like that in. Xrays are still a problem though." Cherise soaked in the information, and considered. She probably would join, now that she'd experienced a bit of time with the mutant spy and had time to think about what she was offering.
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