ICC- Kilrick Salvage Inc.

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welsh

Junkmaster
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This starts a new role play thread. Unlike Lone Wanderers, its not driven as a "novel" like story but as straight role play. In this story, you may participate in a group that is going to post nuclear New York to retreave an item.

Rules- no super men- No power armor, no mini-guns, and if you have power weapons, you got no ammo and finding it won't be easy.

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My name is Kilrick. I do salvage.

People tell me they want something, I go and find it. That simple.

Yesterday, the Major came by my hut and told me he had a job.

I'm supposed to take this "scientist" into New York where he is to retreave some item and bring it back. Sounds simple. Help him get to New York, retreave the item, bring him back alive. Then get paid.

Pay is rich. 50,000 credits.

Makes you wonder what's so damn important, doesn't it?

Oh and you keep everything we want to bring out.

So I'm assembling a team.

This is a team that can kick ass and chew gum at the same time.

No bullshit.

We're talking New York, a city that eats pussies alive.

I haven't been to New York in 5 years. ANd the last time I was there, I swore I would never go back.

But I guess 50K in credits can change a mind, or maybe I just grow forgetful.

Or maybe, what the fuck, I mean, what's worth living for if not money.

So I am looking for a crew.

They got to be tough.

New York, man. It's a bitch.

We're talking critters like you ain't seen before.

We're talking about gangs that won't kill ya until they gang fuck ya, and then they just might eat you afterwards.

You see they don't grow food in New York.

What they grow is mutie killers, robots mounting minis, man eating ghouls, and abominations.

Yea, abominations, that's what they call them because there ain't any better word for it.

We go in, we collect, we leave. We take what we can, and try to come out with our skins.

Whoever makes it out, splits the prize. If you don't live, you don't collect. Your widows and orphans, well, they're just fucked like the rest.

We'll use the tunnels, the bridges, we'll use what we find. We leave as soon as there's enough of us. Go down the river 150 miles. Then we try to get into the city. Search in the day time, dig it for the night.

'Cause there ain't no nightlife anywhere like what they got in New York.

So what's the deal?

You in, or do you want to live forever?
 
I grinned, nodded, and said "I'm in."

Then I went back to cleaning my M16, taking it apart, poking and prodding it with an oiled rag.

"Jakes with ya the whole way mate."
 
I smiled. That's one. Jake's a partner. I could count on Jake, and one person you can count on is to be prized around here.

After the major left I went about the vil spreading the word.

The City is about 150 miles south, down what used to be a river. Once this town was connected somehow with the City.

Once upon a time this was an industrial town, but by the look of it, the industry died even before the war. Now it's just a haven for scum and villany. Refugees and deserters, tramps and con men, gamblers and lowlifes. Most of these folks woudl be criminals, but there ain't no law. No law means nothin's illegal.

But its got walls of rubber tired, and a gate, barbed wire and a mine field. We call those improvements. So its safer than being out there.

Technically it's in Green territory.
That's why the Major likes to call the shots.

But I don't work for him.

I'm what they call an independent contractor.

So I went to the local water holes and spread the word. Good gossip travels fast. If others were interested, I'd find out eventually. They would know were to find me.

After I had done the rounds, I stretched out at the office. Jake was still cleaning his rifle. Work had been slow of late, and we were both thinking about the money.

The Major had told me to come around the Inn at night, so leaving Jake at the Salvage shop, I went to pay my dues.

The Major was waiting, as he usually does, in the big suite at the inn. He had a couple of his goons outside, but they had gotten soft. Like the rest. Not enough action these days cause the war has been quiet.

They let me in with a knock, telling them Kilrick was here.

Inside the Major was sitting behind his big desk with the map laid out. There were two other soldiers, a man and a woman. Both strong and both with crappy reputations. The man with the long scar down his cheek was called Deeds. The woman, a strong, powerful black woman, was named Jasmin.

Also present were an older man, balding and scrawny. I took him to be the scientist. The cargo.

Sitting on the couch next to him was a woman, a knock out. Long and lean, with short cropped black hair and firey eyes. She was dressed like the doctor and took her to be his assistant, his daughter, his lover, or maybe a mix of all three. My eyes strayed on her a bit longer than the rest.

This might be better.

"Bout time Kilrick."

I nodded and took a seat. The chair, an old leather thing, fit my 6 foot form comfortably. I glanced at the girl, and noticed she was watching me. I also saw that Jasmin had a smirk.

I ain't much to look at. 6 foot, black haired, black eyed, of mixed heritage. But it had been enough for Jasmin on more than a few times.

"So what's all this." I asked.

"Dr. Franklin is your passenger. You technically will follow his instructions." Said the major.

"I will get him there and go where he needs to go to get what he needs, but I call the shots on this trip." I replied.

The doctor interrupted. "But that....."

"Shut up." Said the major. "Really you all work for me. So yes, you will do what Kilrick tells you and shut up. Kilrick, you will take him where he needs to go."

"So why this little trip?" I asked.

The girl spoke, her voice low and hoarse, but sexual. "You get paid for the travel, not the questions."

"Friendly aren't we?"

"It's a need to know basis, and you don't need to know." She replied.

"ANd who might you be?"

The major cut in, annoyed. "That's Dr. Stowe, who is Dr. Franklin's assistant. She's also going."

"More passengers?"

"Yes, more. Youl also take Deeds and Franklin. They're to make sure you do the job and bring the goods home."

I noticed that the Major was more interested in the goods than the people, but let it go.

"You didn't mention added baggage." I said.

"That's the deal." Said the major.

"I don't want 'em. I can bring my own crew."

"Like I said, that's the deal. Take it or leave it."
Said the major.

"Alright then. Find yourself another contractor."
I said, got up and walked out.

When I got back to the shop, Jim was still there. "Anybody?"

"Nada mate. But its early yet. And the negotiations?"

"Are currently in renegotiation. I figure we can squeeze them for another 20K easy, maybe 30. They want us to bring some more passengers."

"More fresh meat?" Asked Jake.

"Jasmin and Deeds." I replied.

"Mother fuckers."

Jasmin and Deeds and a rather sour reputation.

"Yes and another. A girl."

"Ah." Said Jake. Rather he understood or not, I wasn't exactly sure.

The door open.

"Speak of the devil and the devil appears."

And in walked Dr. Stowe.
 
Jake looked her up and down, she was quite a ... girl. She had a dirty aura around her, probably a slut, not a rare thing round here. She'd probably notice jake, standing there, all 6 foot 7 and 325 pounds of him.

From the look of it she also had noticed Kilrick.
"So, whatchya being here for sheila? Tryin to perswade us to take along a couple of bad reps?" Asked Jake, whilst still cleaning his gun for the trillionth time. Any more cleaning, and he'd probably clean the barrel right off.
 
Dr. Madelaine Stowe looked over at Jake, eyed him up and down. He was quite an eyeful but this wasn't the time.

Besides, he didn't make a heck of a lot of sense.

Looking at Killick she said, "What the hell did he just say?"

"He wanted to know what you were doing here and maybe if you were here for a good time."

"Well he should have just said that."

"Jake's from the Aussie colony south of here."

Some years back a ship carrying a group of refugees had run aground down river. They had set up a colony, planning to fix their vessel and move off. But then a storm had come and had carried the ship into some rocks, ripping out her rotten hull. So the aussies had stayed.

"Still got to answer his question?" I said.

Maddy Stowe. One look at her I knew it was going to get hot.

"I want you on the job." She said.

"Why me?" I figured I would play along just to see where it was going. Maybe I could come up with more lines from Apocalpyse Now.

"Because you're the only one I trust to do it."

"There are other companies." I offered. Lowlifes sure, but they would take the job for half the money. Then you would never see them again.

"Nothing I would trust." SHe said, and meant it.

I had been waiting for a job, and for my sins they had given me one.

"It's too cheap." I said.

SHe moved across the room, opening up a folder she had brought with her. "It's a simple op. I want you to take a boat down the river about 150 klicks. Find the target and return. Any problems, terminate, with extreme prejudice."

I was thinking she had seen the same flick. "WHat about Charlie?"

"That's why we pay you the big bucks cowboy."

"YOu got to make it worth my while."

She crossed her legs slowly, giving me a long good look. Her legs were better than I had remembered and I had only seen them a little while ago. And it was worth the second look.

I looked at her in the eye. No compromise. Not for a piece of ass.

"Major didn't say shit about 3 more passengers." I said.

"I can add to the fee. Say 10k for each?"

That was quick. "ANd I don't like Jasmin or Deeds." I said.

"Jasmin, well that's now what I heard." She said. Apparently she paid attention to the good gossip.

"Jasmin is a different person behind the wall then when she goes outside. Too quick to pull a trigger. And Deeds, he's a fucking psycho. "

"They are there for my protection, and Dr. Franklin's"

"Yeah well they are more likely to get you killed." I said.

"That's why you are in charge. To take care of us all."

I didn't say anything but looked over to Jake and nodded. We both understood what it might mean if we had to take care of Deeds.

"I still need to get a crew together. But in the meantime, if you want to stay and keep us a bit of company."

SHe uncrossed the legs. Nice legs. And she smiled. Just like the way a cat smiles before it eats a mouse. Then she shook her head. "Wouldn't want to distract you boys none. Besides, maybe we can discuss that later."

ANd she walked out.
 
As Maddy left, another person walked in. A skinny, tall man, going by the name is "Remmington" stepped in. He has a black, crude looking mohawk with the rest of his rest completely shaved. His left eyebrow was pierced, and so was his lip in the middle. He had a small chin goatee, giving him a punkish look. He had many tatoos up and down his arm. Kilrick could notice little holes in his inside forearm and elbow, from Herion.

Wearing nothing but baggy blue jeans, a white shirt, some combat boots and black fingerless gloves, Remmington was sure to intimidate the average man.

"..Hey Kilrick, Whats up?" Remmington said.
 
Kilrick smiled. Now we got three.

"I reckon you're here for the job?"

Remmington nodded.

"We're negotiating, 50K starting, and I figure we can get it up to 90. Goin' downtown New York."

"Fucking place will eat ya alive." Said Remmington.

"Yeah we got company. Deeds and Jasmin." Kilrick said.

"So I best come heavy."

"You got that right. We leave when the details are sorted out, but in the meantime, we need to recruit."

OCC- If we can't recruit enough folks, I suggest that we play second characters. This is going quite well so far. Mean and dirty.
 
"...If you need someone else, I know this dude, T.J., who'll probobly join...he owes me big" Remmington said, as he scratched himself, smiling devilishly. T.J. was a heroin dealer, who lived downtown in a run-down shack.

"Oh..Did I tell ya, last night I got this chick to lick my balls and then-" Kilrick intertupted Remmington as he went on another 'this chick' story. Remmington laughed childishly, he was obviously tripping off the H.
 
"Well now, think I know a goodish bloke too, half cousin three times seperated and all that bullshit. Good bloke, smaller than me, but damned if he couldn't shoot an eye out of a mosquieto with a nine mill." Said jake.
"Names Jack, gritty sun of a bitch'll let you sit on his head while he walks over a fucking lava flow for the right number of bucks." Said Jake again.
"Think I should give em a holla?" Asked jake.
 
Kilrick thought about it. Jake's cousin was a fair shot and as trustworthy as Jake himself. Having a heroin dealer and a junkie on this trip might complicate things, but Remmington was an old pro on the field, and if he did smack it was usually to take off the edge.

"SO we got five." Said Kilrick. "I am not yet sure that's enough and there's a big pot to split. Thing is, a lot of us probably won't come back. We are also going to need back up if Deeds and Jasmin turn on us."

"Ya can count on Jack, 's a stand up sort." Said Jake.,

Kilrick nodded.

"Just the same, while we negotiate best we keep recruiting talent. At the same time we might go out and shore up supplies. Weapons, food, ammunition, medical. That kind of thing."

The others nodded.

"Maybe wheels?" Offered Remmington.

"Might be a good idea."

OCC- This new rp can be more tactics and more heavy armor, heavy weapons than in the past. But I want to keep the flavor of it as mean and dirty.
 
"Meet my lil' friend!" Remmington said as he stepped outside. And in the shattered, faded evidence of a street layed an ol' red F250. The paint was chipped off, and only the frame was left on revealing the large desial engine. The cab was primitively made, with a large calibur weapon mounted on top of the cabin.

"...See, I got some wheels...So, you wanna meet T.J.?" Remmington said as he leaned on the truck as everyone made there way outside.

"Couldn't hurt, I guess" Kilrick said.
 
And they all piled in, Jake took the mount, remington went to drive and Kilrik went passenger.

They wern't aware they were being watched. Good, let it be that way, that was best. He thought to himself. They must not notice him, he knew that. As the vehichle started up, he moved.

Jake thought he caught some movement in the shadow... Seeing as how the eye is attuned to sense movement, or so some of that bullshit went. All Jake knew was that the hair on the back of his neck was starting to stand on end.
"YOU GETTING A STRANGE SENS'TION? LIKE WE BEIN WATCHED MATES?" Bellowed Jake.
Killrik frowned. "Yeah."
 
Remmington revved the engine was the truck speeded up towards the downtown district.

"...So, what are we getting in New York?" Remmington said, keeping his eyes on the road, but ocassionally looking over at Kilrick.

"They haven't told me exactly" Kilrick said.
 
Kilrick smiled. "They have been keeping it a secret to surprise us. I am guessing we will find out before it's over, and in the meantime, it's a job and I could use the money."

Remmington smiled. "I hear that, beside's nothing happening in this shit heel town anyway."

Jake was looking over the wheels. "This will make it easier. What does it run on."

"Got some old plasma cells. But we'll need more." Said Remmington.

"We'll get them. Maybe that might be part of the negotiations. But we're also going to need guns. Big guns and lots of 'em."
 
"Maybe to save the hassle, why not as soon as we are yonder, that we just snuff em both? Bloody poofs the both of em. More trouble n they worth." Said Jake.
Kilrick had to think about it. Could be a good idea, might not be a good idea, who knew?
"Tell you what, I'll get back to you on that." Said Kilrick.
 
It wasn't a bad idea. Together Deeds and Jasmin were dangerous. But smoke them too early and it might compromise their op. Like it or not this was Green territory and Jasmin and Deeds were Greens. Besides, they might need someone in official uniform further down the road.

SO if they were to smoke them, they would have to wait until they were near New York or in New York. ANd they would have to do it without the good doctors knowing about it.

"We'll think about it" Said Kilrick. "But right now we need to speak to someone about firepower."
 
OOC: I know this is long and long prose isn't the point of this Rp but I wanted a reasonable intro for my character before we get quickfire.

IC:

Three loud gunshots rang out in the cold, crisp night air. Kilrick looked around searching for the source of the disturbance. Jake on the gun swivelled to the right, preparing to fill any attackers full of lead. Remington concentrated on navigating over the bad road.

“Die you motherfucker!” the loud cursing floated out of the darkness. Kilrick motioned for Remington to slow the vehicle. The salvage team felt secure in the car and knew that most punks would be no match for them. Still, the men were ready for trouble. They were always ready. That was why they were still alive.

“Try harder, you – urgh!” Two men came rolling out into the street. Jake swung the M-60 quickly in their direction, covering the grappling pair.

Kilrick watched the two men fight, in what was obviously a deadly contest. The one on the floor was losing slightly. He was partly obscured by the larger man lying atop him. Then the big guy cried out in pain as the trapped man brought a knee up into his back. He followed up the attack with a punch to the face and as the bigger man rocked back under the blow, his floored opponent, now with greater freedom of movement, shoved his bulk off his abdomen and onto the dusty road.

Then he was on him, a blade appeared in his hand and it flashed down over and over again, filling the street with the sound of a butcher’s knife cleaving into meat.

The survivor stood slowly, flicking blood off the dripping blade. He was tall and had close cropped bright blond hair, almost certainly bleached. Despite the youthful vigour and style of the man, the greying stubble on his cheeks suggested that he was easily in his thirties and maybe approaching forty. He was dressed in grey fatigue style combat trousers, a black T-shirt and grey utility jacket. His disconcertingly pale blue eyes lifted to the halted vehicle and they took in the large machine gun pointed at their owner.

“Fuck me.” Muttered Kilrick. The tall blond man nodded a greeting and smiled as if pleasantly surprised.

“Kilrick! It’s been a long time.”

The experienced salvage contractor watched the tall man approach and his mind flashed back to his experiences with the man. What the fuck is Reik doing here? Thought Kilrick.

“Reik.” Kilrick ventured cautiously.

“Any chance of a lift? It’s cold out here and I have misplaced my ride.”

Kilrick was unsure; Reik was tough. Real tough. But he was no match for all the others in the truck.
 
Still, one had to make difficult choices some time.

REmmington and his source, Deeds and Jasmin, and what ever the fuck was waiting down in New York.

And Reik was good with a knife.

"Yep, and maybe we should talk business. There's a job....."
 
Reik nodded thanks, then seemed to notice he was still holding his knife. He stooped to wipe the blade, then sheathed it on his hip.

A job would mean getting out of here, thought the ex-soldier. About time he got out of this crap debt-collecting, scavenging, hired-gun racket. It was getting boring and repetitive. He remembered salvage work and it was better than dealing with two-bit scum and the loan-sharks they owed.

"Someone got the creds to hire you? Hm ... must be big." Reik climbed aboard, lugging a heavy looking bag into the rear compartment. "What I hear these days is that you're number one in this business." He looked around at the others. "This your crew?"

They seemed a motly bunch but then the ruffians who were tough enough for salvage work were from all walks of life and came in all shapes and sizes.
 
Remmington, unsure of the new comer, Reik, continued on the bumpy road. After about ten minutes of driving through flat, countryside, the truck stopped infront of an old school house. It was obviously abandon, and almost in collapsable condition. It was made of brick, and the windows were boarded up. But through the wooden planks, light peered out. And ontop of the school a sign hung, "Bada Bing". It was a whore house and drug distribution shop.

As Remmington put the truck in park he said, "Wait here, I'll get him!". Kilrick eyed him, and then nodded slightly.

After leaving the truck and Kilrick's view, Remmington continued into the building through a hole in the building. As Remmington got T.J., Kilrick and the rest talked quietly for quite some time before Remmington and T.J. came running out.

T.J. was a tall, skinny black haired italian. He was built like Remmington, and talked like him too. T.J. was wearing some baggy blue jeans, a white shirt with a black overshirt overneathe. He was carrying a duffle bag containing who-knows-what.

Remmington got back into the cabin, as T.J. throw his stuff into the cab and got in next to Reik. Reik greeted him, as if he knew him. Jake gave him a dirty look, swiftly then continued to look around as if he guarding something. Kilrick did the same.
 
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