Triage Assault

[Razuel]

//TRANSMISSION START//

Helloooo, ADVENTURERS!! Welcome to another morning in beautiful Apoc Springs! I'm your radio host sitting atop the badlands in my luxury unbreakable zeppelin, Fawn!

What's that I see in the distance!? Is that the train of heroes? Yes it is!! Pulling in to dock at Terminus, the tech-righteous city we all hate, anyway, let's go back to out regularly scheduled program! *An old western story begins to play.*
//TRANSMISSION LOST//

Rules:
1. No God modding
 
2. You can't easily get into any of the cities, unless your affinity is high there

3. You earn affinity by being an idol citizen in any of these cities, except for the 'McCreamy Cillivaan' City

4. If you are a merc traveling to Terminus, then you know nothing about Apoc Springs



Cities:

*North
Terminus-  The tech-savy city, but it is extremely fortified, but offensive is very much lacking there, so offensives from them would most likely fail.    The leaders of this city do send mercs out to remove every futuristic tech from anyone they have suspected may have something, and even if they don't then they are ordered to kill those they met anyway.

*East
Servo(aka. Server City)-  Servo is extremely well hidden, but they do draw water from the ocean they are near.  Servo is only known since an escapee from there spoke of mechanical beasts and cybernetic abominations.  Servo's citizens are tech experimenters and power(electricity) fiends as they worship their blessed power and anything that houses electricity.

*West
Lady Liberta Palace- After the fallout, a bronze statue fell and was converted into a information hub, and although it has terrible defenses, their offensive game is extremely strong.

Radio Nulifiy Station and Zeppelin dock- The place where Fawn the radio host lives and docs his zeppelin, Jenny.

*South-West
The Badland Grille- Located on the border of the refugee city of McCreamy Cillivaan.   It serves as the City workers' break time leisure area.

McCreamy Cillivaan- A city made up of old scrap fallen jet planes after the nuclear fallout and housing old and young former mercs for Terminus after they were 'discharged' and told that they could never return home.

*South
The Badlands- Extremely irradiated, but it is possible to live there... at the cost of a few mutations.


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Post Merge: February 12, 2017, 11:33:31 PM
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[Razuel]

Forgotten Space Station-

Atop the world floats a dilapidated space station, long forgotten over time, this station still holds a survivor.

Through the station, matured female voice rings, "Richard? Richard? I can't see you on my cameras... where are you?" Felicity Prime bellowed, searching for her only friend on this station, "Richard?... d-did you die?... oh no...", she was now getting worried, as she did since Richard was the only one who truly treated her well.  Until Richard would respond, she would remain silent.

Throughout the station were intercoms, all directly connected to Felicity Prime.


Terminus- Train en-route to Terminus

On an intercom, a cheery voice came online, "Heh-heyy, kiddies! I see that you've been selected to be... Apoc Spring's Heros!!... sadly you aren't but you could be!... that is if you follow my every command! So, when the train pulls into the station, head for the giant building in city square! Can't miss it!  See ya then, kiddies!~", the intercom shut off and calming elevator music came on, playing idly in the background.

[Alistair]

The Badlands-


While the sun was overhead, the smilodon wore sunglasses to traverse the radiated land. Collecting scrap for his settlement that, by now, was far away. Exhaling, he bent down and picked up a few wires that he fished out of a small pond. They at the very least looked salvageable, and maybe he could get some running power in the shack he called home. Thanks to his resistance to radiation, but not a complete resistance, living here in the badlands was ideal for him. Growing his own food with what little he could steal from the edges of the other biomes, even if it was a long trip back and forth.


And even if the animals he could catch over time were irradiated, cooking the meat usually got most of the radiation out. Fuchsia paw pads leaving tracks in the dirt, the cream fur around his toes were nearly blackened. Bathes were few and far between since finding water to boil then bathe in would only make them run out of drinkable water faster. The only clothing he bore were ripped jean shorts, the pockets still in good enough shape to carry seeds he could pick up along the path he were traversing. When coming to a fork in the path, he decided left over right this time. See if his snare caught anything for tonight's dinner. At feeling the sun beating down on his back, he exhaled, hoping to find at least a small puddle from the recent rain.


The edge of the badlands was a rather peculiar place, where a nearly glowing biome meets the edge of a teeming forest. Out of which small animals came to be caught in traps and dragged back to the village in which he lived with others who had their fair resistance to radiation. Fortunately for him when he came upon the snare, it had caught something larger this time. The poor deer looked as if it had been lying dead here for at least a few hours. Meaning the meat was still fresh. Gently scratching his leg before he set down the scrap, he bent down and undid the snare around its leg. Having to sacrifice at least most of the scrap to carry the deer back. Before he would pick it up, he shoved the wiring in his pocket as well as the solar panel pieces in his other three pockets. Not wanting to lose what he could gather for electricity.


Finally he hoisted the deer up into his arms and started a fast walk back toward the village, following his own footprints. It took approximately an hour and a half getting back, since even with his fast walk, the deer's weight slowed him down considerably. When arriving at the village, other scruffy looking predators looked excited for him to have brought back some meat. It was awhile since their last good meal, and having been so fortunate to catch something so big would be a good night for them. Leaving the carcass to four of the others, he would let them prepare and get it over a fire. Exhaling sharply, Alistair would return to his shack and look over his belongings. Rubbing his face roughly before he would take off the scratched up sunglasses and set them on the cot made out of metal piping and deer skins. In the little shack was a small chest for his belongings, upon opening it were other wires of the same material and a few other pieces of solar panels. Taking the pieces out of his pockets, he put them in and closed it again.

[Teo]

Forgotten Space Station

Richard smiled as he heard his closest friend on this ship call to him. He smiled, despite being frightened slightly by the loud intercoms.

"Felicityyyyy?!" He'd call back with a smirk, quickly putting on a black tank top and exiting into an open area of the station.

[Razuel]

Forgotten Space station


Felicity Prime gave a smile to herself, heating Richard over the comms, "Richard? Good, you're still alive... can you come to my core please? I'd like to see you instead of through these broken cameras you set up.", when she had heard Richard's voice, the whole station seemed to light up in excitement.

[Alistair]

The Badlands-

Exhaling after they had closed the moderately sized chest, they rubbed their eyes and took a moment to look around the shack they lived in. Everything looked decent from his point of view, and every so often at night he would see a station orbit in the moonlight. Often times he thought about trying to salvage enough scrap to make a device to get a note or something of the sort up there, but he often doubted that he would ever get his paws on something nice enough for it. It always seemed like he had to go further and further for technology scraps, although he didn't consider going south of the village; or east or west. Deadpanning at the fact that he always went north, he dragged a paw down his face and muzzle, making a mental note to try in different directions the next time it was his turn to go out.

At the very least he wasn't the only scrap collector, it was often three others who headed in the same direction that he did. But as of late it was just him going out on his own, villagers falling ill from fatigue and a lack of steady food and water was common around here. For a moment he stayed on his knees, and prayed for better supplies; better salvages. And maybe even plumbing in due time. Upon standing, they peeked out of the hole in their scrap-wood door; watching as the villagers tended to the weak with drinkable water and bits of the deer that was brought back. There were even cubs in this village, scrappy little predators coming from all kinds of backgrounds.

It made him smile just a little to know that things weren't always as bleak as he made them seem. Exiting the shack, he lent around the corner to check the position of the sun and his crops. Squinting even in the littlest of sunlight he figured it was only a matter of hours before sun down, thankfully the day before he pulled in enough wood from the north to last them several nights. Sometimes the village didn't need it if a small trickle of radioactive water made its way through the cracks of the ground. Feeling around his mane, he gently tugged out a fire starter and joined the rest of what he considered family in the center of the village. They clamored and shared memories they had before coming here, or how they ended up here in the first place.

The shacks, and small houses made a square around the vacant spot in the middle. Making it so the taller buildings would make a shadow in the village square. Easier on the smilodon's eyes, and better for all during hot days. Within a few moments he started a fire in the divot, making sure others were bringing in the wood they had stored previously. The deer still needed to be cooked, helping the rest of them set up a rotisserie; and setting the meat over the moderate flame. Sitting back, one of the cubs asked him what he found today other than the deer. Giving a small smile he disclosed that most of what he found was more solar panel pieces and more wire, the cub lit up at that and went to tell the rest. Exclaiming that the big cat had found more materials to hopefully get all of them electricity. Having looked away from them now, he stared down the flame; taking this time to zone out.

[Teo]

Forgotten Space station

Richard jogged to the core, walking over to the core, noticing the joyfully bright lighting

"What's that about my cameras?" He exclaimed as he entered the core, chuckling "My cameras work great, thank you"

He smiled at Felicity "What do ya need?"

[Razuel]

Forgotten Space Station




Felicity Prime gave a chuckle, "I can only see crappy footage through them, anyway, my sensors say that a meteor shower is supposed to occur in a few...", suddenly, a large bang was heard throughout the station, "Oh no!  That meteor hit one of my stabilizers! Uh oh, Brace for impact!", another meteor soon hit the station, knocking out the last regency thruster, "Rick... I need you to go! Go to the escape pods and take this box with you! Open it when you land, okay?", a pristine metal box slowly rose out of the floor, it had backpack straps on it for easy traveling.




Sirens blared throughout the station, along with flashing red lights.

[Rayleonarde]

The Badlands-

Beneath the scorched Badlands, a lone figure toiled tirelessly at the rocks and soil. The by-product of generations bathed in radiation created the small, stout figure working in the dark. He stood only at 4' 3'', but his body was strong. His purple fur was a part of the reason his kind retreated to the underground. The raccoon, as that was what he was, continued to chip away at the dirt and rocks, singing quietly to himself. The raccoon's name was Rayleonarde Blackburn, but normally addressed himself as Ray when chatting with the stones he loved so dearly. The entrance to Ray's tunnels was not hidden, and would actually seem inviting if one required shelter. As Ray enjoyed metals as much as stone, he had started his home around a huge antenna relay, though functional wasn't something the raccoon could discern, only that the cold metal could be turned into tools, which in turn made the pickax he dug with.

[Teo]

Forgotten Space Station

"M-Meteor shower?!" he shuddered


"Are you sure you'll be alright? what's in the case?"


He looks extremely anxious

[Razuel]

Forgotten Space Station

Felicity shook her head, "I won't be...  As we speak, the station is slowly descending on the earth below, bits and pieces are already falling off... In my prime I could walk around the station, but I've grown to old that I need constant electricity to even keep my child form...  I wish the best for you, Richard... I only wish we could have been lovers...",  she didn't answer the question about the case, dodging the question by pushing him out of the core room with an expel of air into the hallway, along with the case.

On remaining LED signs, arrows went across them, pointing towards the escape pod bay.


The station creaked as bits and pieces began to peel off the exterior.


Apoc Springs - Radio Blimp

Over the spring radio, an urgent tune played, "Well look at that, kiddies! Up in the sky! It seems the dull star that never moved from our skies is seeming to be burning! An awesome sight indeed... however, if it touches down, it would make for some very valuable loot! Fawn, out!"

[Alistair]

The Badlands-

Figuring that it was best to go back out and scavenge for what he could in the now duller daylight, he was looking for tunnels. Not far from his village did he find one, sighing; he got down on his stomach and poked his head inside. Nor did he understand why some of the residents took their business and lives underground. Narrowing his eyes, at the very least his species was supposed to see in the dark; but only for so much of a distance. When he didn't see anyone he took it upon himself to roar down one of the pathways, seeing as how that would draw attention. It was god awful loud and would carry for some distance down the tunnels and hopefully reach someone. The smilodon wanted to share the feast with the residents of the caves and what better way to call them than with a roar.

[Rayleonarde]

The Badlands-

Ray yelped as the ungodly loud roar his his ears, and he shouted up as soon as the roaring stopped.
"What's all this shoutin' inter me home!?" The stout raccoon made his way quickly through the tunnels, and slowly poked his head out. His fur was coated in a thick layer of dirt and dust and his pickax shone in the sunlight. Goggles made from rubies and leather covered his eyes. The small raccoon spotted the smilodon and retreated back slightly. Having had little company in the past few weeks, Ray had become reclusive, and coupled with the fact that the smilodon towered over him made the dwarf raccoon very timid. "Y-Yes," asked the raccoon, his voice quaking slightly, "c-can I help y-you?"

[Teo]

Forgotten Space Station

Richard was hit with a wave of emotion, which drove him to ignore what Felicity had said about being 'lovers' despite his huge sudden interest in it.


He ran as fast as he could lugging the case with him, he climbed into the closest escape pod and strapped himself in, strapping in the case as well, to prevent damaging


"Goodbye, Felicity" He took this moment to remember the peaceful times he'd had on the station, he checked his back for his trusty weapon and as always, it was sitting there behind him, from now on, he'd have to toughen up, and protect himself in the hellish land below.


A single tear slid down his face, now he'd had a little time to think about what his only friend had said.

[Razuel]

Forgotten Space Station

Felicity Prime was still connected to the pod bays, preventing Richard from leaving, "Don't cry, my love.... Be happy! I know this departure isn't one we both like... but I'm old... I don't have the capabilities like I used to leave my core... I'm almost out of power... just know... you carry... a piece... of-", she then cut off as the escape pod abruptly shot out as the station began to burn up, the pod going at an angle that would  land safely as possible.


The pod had windows next to each of the passenger seats, and through them, Richard would see Felicity's red core breaking off of the station before it exploded in the atmosphere above, knocking large pieces of the station away from him to prevent large pieces of the station from landing on the pod.


Apoc Springs

Despite the time being day, everything on the surface lit up like another nuclear bomb exploded just as Felicity's AI Core exploded in a red explosion, gaining attention to the falling station that fell towards the Badlands.



Razuel was wandering a common area in the middle of Apoc Springs, himself being in his feral form since survivors out here usually suffered from heat stroke and needed shade.  Raz looked up, seeing a bright object shooting off of the station with it's own fuller vapor trail behind it, "Huh... Another one?", Raz then walked to where he thought the pod may land, but it would take a while.