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Super-Earth
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- Jul 24, 2009
Allister cursed under his breath as he flattened his back to the large rocky outcropping he had taken cover behind. It was supposed to be a clean sting, as he and the posse from the village he had rounded up had been waiting for the local bandits who'd been raiding the caravan. It shouldn't have gone so damn wrong as it had, but then She had shown up. Her and a caravan of bloodthirsty Raiders just swooping down onto the nice tidy operation he'd planned, causing just about as much panic and havoc as he'd tried to doggedly to avoid. He'd seen three men torn up by bullets as the attack begin and the bandits had decided to take that chance to try and take him down as well. At least he'd been able to show those damn fools why he was sheriff around these parts, his restored Colt 1911 sending them toppling down with bullets between their eyes, even as the auto fire had torn up the road around him, even as the rest of the posse dove for cover. He'd had no time for that though, not with outlaws who needed to be shown what the penalties were out here in the Wastes.
But between the Raiders and bandits and keeping the rest of his men alive, it seemed that he too might be seeing his own comeupins for underestimating the wastes, as he dug through the pockets of his long, red leather duster for the third time, already aware of just how devoid of ammunition they were. He'd had to drop his rifle when a raider had come at him with a rusty nail-bat, breaking the chamber when he'd blocked, but he'd shown that bastard up good, breaking his knee in before bringing the mess of nails, bat and broken rifle down into his skull. Five more Raiders had gone down under a hail of fire from his paired colts, and his prized restored steyr aug had gone dry laying down covering fire as the wounded were dragged back to town by the others.
And now it was just him, him and a brace of empty weapons, and the most capricious, sociopathic, homicidal insensate wench this side of the wastes. They'd been squaring off for years as she and her band had moved into the territory surrounding his fortified town, and he'd known it would just be a matter of time before on of them finally took the other one down, but he never thought it would have gone down like this, a massive cluterfuck, gone so sour as to have left a bloody swath on the asphalt as the dust and debris blew in to cake over the gory mess. And here he was, covering behind this damned rock, with her not 20ft away with nothing but his long knife to show for it. He swore again as he pulled off his ruddy red bandanna and wiped the grime from his chiseled features.
But between the Raiders and bandits and keeping the rest of his men alive, it seemed that he too might be seeing his own comeupins for underestimating the wastes, as he dug through the pockets of his long, red leather duster for the third time, already aware of just how devoid of ammunition they were. He'd had to drop his rifle when a raider had come at him with a rusty nail-bat, breaking the chamber when he'd blocked, but he'd shown that bastard up good, breaking his knee in before bringing the mess of nails, bat and broken rifle down into his skull. Five more Raiders had gone down under a hail of fire from his paired colts, and his prized restored steyr aug had gone dry laying down covering fire as the wounded were dragged back to town by the others.
And now it was just him, him and a brace of empty weapons, and the most capricious, sociopathic, homicidal insensate wench this side of the wastes. They'd been squaring off for years as she and her band had moved into the territory surrounding his fortified town, and he'd known it would just be a matter of time before on of them finally took the other one down, but he never thought it would have gone down like this, a massive cluterfuck, gone so sour as to have left a bloody swath on the asphalt as the dust and debris blew in to cake over the gory mess. And here he was, covering behind this damned rock, with her not 20ft away with nothing but his long knife to show for it. He swore again as he pulled off his ruddy red bandanna and wiped the grime from his chiseled features.