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Joey slid out from under her latest project, wiping grime off her forehead as she searched for the tool she needed. Dex looked up at her and whined, thumping his tail on the floor. Joey paused in her search to reach down and rub the dog’s ears, and he licked her fingers in return. Joey smiled, finally pulling out the tool she needed. She returned to the mechanical device before her, carefully checking every component. The rust and corrosion didn’t affect the overall capability of the small vehicle, and Joey actually kind of liked the look. She stepped back to admire the salvage motorcycle with a motley of parts from the original, other motorcycles, and a wrecked Armed Terrestrial Transport she had raided.
As Joey was admiring her personal ride, Winston, her adoptive father came in. He commented on a few things to be adjusted, but was mostly pleased with her work. After he had left, Joey set out in search of Max, wondering what that kid was getting into now. She waved at everyone she passed, earring waved and smiles in return. Dex followed at her heels, playfully nipping the sack she had slung over her shoulder.
As Joey was walking down the dilapidated streets of the once beautiful cityscape, she herd the familiar whirring of an HTV. “More Newbies!” She yelled, announcing the arrival of the people from Quarantine. sevens started gathering at the landing zone of the HTV, waiting for it to open an reveal the new inhabitants of colony seven. The Makers never sent supplies, just more mouths to feed. They were hoping the glitches would die off after all. Joey squished to the front of the crowd, Dex trailing right behind. Joey smiled when she reached the front, ready to meet her new neighbors.
(All newbies are on this transport and just coming off, everyone else is gathering to bring in the newbies. The setting for Colony Seven is a big city that is in ruins, think of someplace like Chicago but destroyed.)
Joey slid out from under her latest project, wiping grime off her forehead as she searched for the tool she needed. Dex looked up at her and whined, thumping his tail on the floor. Joey paused in her search to reach down and rub the dog’s ears, and he licked her fingers in return. Joey smiled, finally pulling out the tool she needed. She returned to the mechanical device before her, carefully checking every component. The rust and corrosion didn’t affect the overall capability of the small vehicle, and Joey actually kind of liked the look. She stepped back to admire the salvage motorcycle with a motley of parts from the original, other motorcycles, and a wrecked Armed Terrestrial Transport she had raided.
As Joey was admiring her personal ride, Winston, her adoptive father came in. He commented on a few things to be adjusted, but was mostly pleased with her work. After he had left, Joey set out in search of Max, wondering what that kid was getting into now. She waved at everyone she passed, earring waved and smiles in return. Dex followed at her heels, playfully nipping the sack she had slung over her shoulder.
As Joey was walking down the dilapidated streets of the once beautiful cityscape, she herd the familiar whirring of an HTV. “More Newbies!” She yelled, announcing the arrival of the people from Quarantine. sevens started gathering at the landing zone of the HTV, waiting for it to open an reveal the new inhabitants of colony seven. The Makers never sent supplies, just more mouths to feed. They were hoping the glitches would die off after all. Joey squished to the front of the crowd, Dex trailing right behind. Joey smiled when she reached the front, ready to meet her new neighbors.
(All newbies are on this transport and just coming off, everyone else is gathering to bring in the newbies. The setting for Colony Seven is a big city that is in ruins, think of someplace like Chicago but destroyed.)
“That’s a stupid price for a piece of rusted junk, you old fart!” Max yelled out at the man who was the one responsible for selling most of the small pieces of Mechanics but Max barely went to him, actually he was here only for the one piece he was missing and other scrapers didn’t have it but this guy did. It was in o.k. Condition easily fixable but the price was stupid!
“Well then why do yer want the ‘piece of rusted junk’ then brat” the man countered Max.
Max pinched the bridge of his nose “because I need it obviously” he said with a annoyed sigh, he’s been going back and forth with this guy. He was surrounded by stubborn idiots, he himself was stubborn but at least he has the brain cells to back it up, unlike these people.
“Then pay up brat” the man slurred at him in a thick accent.
Max’s eyebrow twitched once more before he heard the call of new comers, he immediately sighted the transport vehicle and quickly looked up at the man to see that he throughly distracted at the idea of newcomers. Curiosity was always the downfall of humans after all, in this case the down fall of the stupid mans wallet and the uprise of his.
He took a step to the side sliently as he kept his eyes on the man for a moment who was no longer paying attention to him. Like any street kid, he learned the art of shop lifting pretty quickly in this colony. That and it made it so much easier to just take things instead of paying for it. He quickly yet calmly flashed his hand out grabbing the small yet kind of important piece he needed, and placed it in his bag without so much as a glance at the man.
Taking his leave was easy enough and simply walked away towards the transporter, the group of people that was gathering blocked his path but luckily he was small enough to just weave his way through their legs into the front. He quickly spotted Joey there and jogged towards her.
“I got the piece I was telling you about, that could fully optimize the hovering function of ” He said once beside her not caring to much for the newcomers “it should stabilize the energy output, meaning we don’t have to use as much for the vehicle!” He spoke to her, “it should last longer, I calculated last night that it should last a day longer than it currently is” he mumbled out as he double checked in his head, staring at the ground for a few moments before nodded.
“Yeah, a day longer easily” he confirmed.
“That’s a stupid price for a piece of rusted junk, you old fart!” Max yelled out at the man who was the one responsible for selling most of the small pieces of Mechanics but Max barely went to him, actually he was here only for the one piece he was missing and other scrapers didn’t have it but this guy did. It was in o.k. Condition easily fixable but the price was stupid!
“Well then why do yer want the ‘piece of rusted junk’ then brat” the man countered Max.
Max pinched the bridge of his nose “because I need it obviously” he said with a annoyed sigh, he’s been going back and forth with this guy. He was surrounded by stubborn idiots, he himself was stubborn but at least he has the brain cells to back it up, unlike these people.
“Then pay up brat” the man slurred at him in a thick accent.
Max’s eyebrow twitched once more before he heard the call of new comers, he immediately sighted the transport vehicle and quickly looked up at the man to see that he throughly distracted at the idea of newcomers. Curiosity was always the downfall of humans after all, in this case the down fall of the stupid mans wallet and the uprise of his.
He took a step to the side sliently as he kept his eyes on the man for a moment who was no longer paying attention to him. Like any street kid, he learned the art of shop lifting pretty quickly in this colony. That and it made it so much easier to just take things instead of paying for it. He quickly yet calmly flashed his hand out grabbing the small yet kind of important piece he needed, and placed it in his bag without so much as a glance at the man.
Taking his leave was easy enough and simply walked away towards the transporter, the group of people that was gathering blocked his path but luckily he was small enough to just weave his way through their legs into the front. He quickly spotted Joey there and jogged towards her.
“I got the piece I was telling you about, that could fully optimize the hovering function of ” He said once beside her not caring to much for the newcomers “it should stabilize the energy output, meaning we don’t have to use as much for the vehicle!” He spoke to her, “it should last longer, I calculated last night that it should last a day longer than it currently is” he mumbled out as he double checked in his head, staring at the ground for a few moments before nodded.
“Yeah, a day longer easily” he confirmed.
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"Twelve seven nine three whatever shall be is fine with me... band-aids work wonders," Cheslin muttered to herself, grinning proudly as she applied the bandage to her knee. This was one of those fancy band-aids, the clear, thin ones, the ones she usually kept for herself.
She stood up and tested her weight on her injured leg, nodding in satisfaction when no blood seeped out of the wound and then glancing out the partially broken window of what was once some sort of apartment building. She liked to explore the colony, and find obscure, emptied out rooms that people hadn't found yet to set up shop for a day or two before leaving. It kept things interesting, but also kept her from keeping track of where obstacles were, like an inconveniently placed hole in the floorboards that she had the displeasure of falling into moments earlier.
From outside she heard a commotion, and another glance out the window confirmed her suspicion that more Newbies had arrived. Cheslin packed up her supplies into a well-loved first aid kit and scurried downstairs, narrowly avoiding the hole in the floorboards before stepping outside into the dim sunlight. The last few years or so, the sky had taken on a seemingly murky tint, likely due to past generations' atmospheric pollution.
Taking a deep breath, a faint hiss resonating from her mask as it filtered the air, Cheslin wandered over to where everybody else was gathering, awaiting the Newbies to exit the vehicle. She stayed on the edges of the crowd, knowing she'd have her chance to meet everybody in time, and sitting cross-legged in the dust next to a nearby pile of rubble.
"Twelve seven nine three whatever shall be is fine with me... band-aids work wonders," Cheslin muttered to herself, grinning proudly as she applied the bandage to her knee. This was one of those fancy band-aids, the clear, thin ones, the ones she usually kept for herself.
She stood up and tested her weight on her injured leg, nodding in satisfaction when no blood seeped out of the wound and then glancing out the partially broken window of what was once some sort of apartment building. She liked to explore the colony, and find obscure, emptied out rooms that people hadn't found yet to set up shop for a day or two before leaving. It kept things interesting, but also kept her from keeping track of where obstacles were, like an inconveniently placed hole in the floorboards that she had the displeasure of falling into moments earlier.
From outside she heard a commotion, and another glance out the window confirmed her suspicion that more Newbies had arrived. Cheslin packed up her supplies into a well-loved first aid kit and scurried downstairs, narrowly avoiding the hole in the floorboards before stepping outside into the dim sunlight. The last few years or so, the sky had taken on a seemingly murky tint, likely due to past generations' atmospheric pollution.
Taking a deep breath, a faint hiss resonating from her mask as it filtered the air, Cheslin wandered over to where everybody else was gathering, awaiting the Newbies to exit the vehicle. She stayed on the edges of the crowd, knowing she'd have her chance to meet everybody in time, and sitting cross-legged in the dust next to a nearby pile of rubble.
Inside the vehicle, Kamakshi silently looked around at those currently present, wondering who would leave first. She was certainly not eager to get her rather nice looking dress dirty, though she supposed that it would be inevitable given where she now lived. Kama barely refrained from huffing out loud, simply silently fuming about the fact that she was sent here because she was supposedly 'too creative'.
Inside the vehicle, Kamakshi silently looked around at those currently present, wondering who would leave first. She was certainly not eager to get her rather nice looking dress dirty, though she supposed that it would be inevitable given where she now lived. Kama barely refrained from huffing out loud, simply silently fuming about the fact that she was sent here because she was supposedly 'too creative'.
They run their hands over the paper. Thin, worn pages, yellowed by time, dog-eared and dusty.
The transport vehicle is pulling up. They hear the low growl of the engine, choking on sandy air, the crunch of the hot rubber wheels rolling against grit. It'll fly, soon. They'll miss it if they stay longer.
But... who cares? Jamie thinks, thumbing a page about the desertification and reforestation of land. The larger water barrel is cold against their back, and the sole patch in the roof has been covered with white tarpaulin, an inverted pyramid to catch and filter dew.
Water trickles down wrapped tubes, mended pipes, patched hoses. A faint breeze blows through a hole in the wall where a blanket has come loose from the covering, tattered tartan red pooling onto the floor. But the wide room is empty and cool, and the buzz of the machines and voices are already distant.
Lighter soil may benefit from spaced pits filled with manure and diking rather than of tilling. Contour trenching provides deep percolation and does not suffer from water or Aeolian erosion, leading to a larger retained amount of fertile soil particles; however like terracing it is a work not for one man alone...
They rub at their eyes, roll the little pouch in their free hand, reach and flip a page. Run their fingers lightly down the spine - some pages are missing, some unreadable - feeling the weight in their hands. The reflection of blue plastic tints their skin in a hazy glow. Hours. Hours they'd been reading this, sometimes by candlelight for which they'd traded all their bolts.
The book itself cost two cans of fruit and their shoes. The boots they wear now are too big: old hand-me-downs with holes the size of a child's fist. No one would want to see the freak cook (who you hear before you see, judging by how the damned boots squeal like rats when you stick 'em), clumping down the dirt track like an ogre in rags. It'd scare the newbies off, no doubt it would.
They turn another page and carry on.
They run their hands over the paper. Thin, worn pages, yellowed by time, dog-eared and dusty.
The transport vehicle is pulling up. They hear the low growl of the engine, choking on sandy air, the crunch of the hot rubber wheels rolling against grit. It'll fly, soon. They'll miss it if they stay longer.
But... who cares? Jamie thinks, thumbing a page about the desertification and reforestation of land. The larger water barrel is cold against their back, and the sole patch in the roof has been covered with white tarpaulin, an inverted pyramid to catch and filter dew.
Water trickles down wrapped tubes, mended pipes, patched hoses. A faint breeze blows through a hole in the wall where a blanket has come loose from the covering, tattered tartan red pooling onto the floor. But the wide room is empty and cool, and the buzz of the machines and voices are already distant.
Lighter soil may benefit from spaced pits filled with manure and diking rather than of tilling. Contour trenching provides deep percolation and does not suffer from water or Aeolian erosion, leading to a larger retained amount of fertile soil particles; however like terracing it is a work not for one man alone...
They rub at their eyes, roll the little pouch in their free hand, reach and flip a page. Run their fingers lightly down the spine - some pages are missing, some unreadable - feeling the weight in their hands. The reflection of blue plastic tints their skin in a hazy glow. Hours. Hours they'd been reading this, sometimes by candlelight for which they'd traded all their bolts.
The book itself cost two cans of fruit and their shoes. The boots they wear now are too big: old hand-me-downs with holes the size of a child's fist. No one would want to see the freak cook (who you hear before you see, judging by how the damned boots squeal like rats when you stick 'em), clumping down the dirt track like an ogre in rags. It'd scare the newbies off, no doubt it would.
They turn another page and carry on.
Allie was looking extremely scared and uncomfortable onboard the hovercraft, her damaged red dress shaking along with her.
“Alright!” One of the soldier’s onboard announced, clapping his hands. “If you guys won’t pick who goes first, I will!” He roughly grabbed Allie by the shoulders, causing her to yelp, and pushed her forward, making her tumble off the craft. She was able to manage a landing on her feet, but her dress was even more torn. She looked pleadingly back up at the craft.
Many of the (dominantly male) soldiers onboard laughed. “Have fun in hell, kid,” the one who pushed her off said, leaning on the entrance to the ramp. “NEXT!” Another soldier grabbed the next newbie and pushed them off, and this continued until everyone was on the ground. The ramp slowly creaked back shut until the HTV was once again airtight, which was when it turned and flew away, taking the unprogrammed soldiers and Allie’s last hope of rescue away with it.
Allie warily turned to look at the Sevens. They scared her, being so fierce and battle-worn, and she was just a girl who wasn’t completely blank. And this was her punishment? She waved shyly before shrinking a little into herself, hoping they wouldn’t hurt her for weakness.
Allie was looking extremely scared and uncomfortable onboard the hovercraft, her damaged red dress shaking along with her.
“Alright!” One of the soldier’s onboard announced, clapping his hands. “If you guys won’t pick who goes first, I will!” He roughly grabbed Allie by the shoulders, causing her to yelp, and pushed her forward, making her tumble off the craft. She was able to manage a landing on her feet, but her dress was even more torn. She looked pleadingly back up at the craft.
Many of the (dominantly male) soldiers onboard laughed. “Have fun in hell, kid,” the one who pushed her off said, leaning on the entrance to the ramp. “NEXT!” Another soldier grabbed the next newbie and pushed them off, and this continued until everyone was on the ground. The ramp slowly creaked back shut until the HTV was once again airtight, which was when it turned and flew away, taking the unprogrammed soldiers and Allie’s last hope of rescue away with it.
Allie warily turned to look at the Sevens. They scared her, being so fierce and battle-worn, and she was just a girl who wasn’t completely blank. And this was her punishment? She waved shyly before shrinking a little into herself, hoping they wouldn’t hurt her for weakness.
Live today. Don’t wait for tomorrow.
Jake walked forward through the crowd towards the newbies. They were scared looking, eyeing the dirty crowd of Sevens nervously. Jake had been like this before, when he had first come to Seven. But soon, he earned his place among these rough and tumble group of glitches. He was proud to be one of them.
And soon, these newbies would be to.
They just had learn.
Jake walked forward through the crowd towards the newbies. They were scared looking, eyeing the dirty crowd of Sevens nervously. Jake had been like this before, when he had first come to Seven. But soon, he earned his place among these rough and tumble group of glitches. He was proud to be one of them.
And soon, these newbies would be to.
They just had learn.
Basically Redoing my Clan's Lore- for the third time.
Zecarayus heard the HTV near from his work space. "Already?" He said to no one in particular, then began gearing up as if he was going out into the wasteland. The gear itself would help in case any of the new arrivals decided to get physical. He finished gearing himself for the meeting with a handgun holstered on his right side and a walkie talkie in hand. The thing was old tech for sure, but out here it was currently the more reliable way of talking within the colony. He buzz onto the 2nd channel, one that medics and food handlers were usually set on. "All medics currently within the colony please be on standby. I repeat all medics currently within the colony please be on standby, the new arrivals are here." He then changed the channel to the one reserved with the leader. "Ryan we have newbies at the drop point, I'm heading there now. I repeat, we have newbies at the drop point, I'm heading there now." After he was done telling their leader what was going on, he put the device away and had just made it outside.
He found a rubble pile high enough to stand on to see beyond the crowd of sevens that had gathered around the area to where the newbies had now began being thrown out of the HTV. Zecarayus had seen this many times already, but it didn't stop making him feel bad for the poor newbies that were being torn from the only world they knew rather forcefully. Once the HTV had begun to close up its hatch and began to depart, zecarayus then began making his way to the newbies. Once he was at the front of the crowd he got a better grasp at the new additions.
Not surprising they were all in the least confused at what was going on. What was concerning however was the number of them being more finely dressed. The last thing we need is more mercantile trade. He thought to himself, before beginning to speak. "Welcome glitches!" He would shout out to them, waiting a moment to give all the newbies a chance to focus on him. "In case you didn't know, this is colony seven out in the wastelands. Now, I am here to give you two options. You can either follow me into our little home to where you will work for the good of the whole colony, or you can try your luck out in the wastes." He finished, pointing his left hand in the opposite direction of the colony out into the ruins of the city. He would lower his hand, keeping them at his sides and said one last thing before waiting to hear their reactions. "Personally, I think you have better odds of not only living but living a better life within the colony since we have significantly less radiation and things likely to rip your face off then out there." Given zecarayus's tone, it would be hard to tell whether or not he was serious about his last statement.
Zecarayus heard the HTV near from his work space. "Already?" He said to no one in particular, then began gearing up as if he was going out into the wasteland. The gear itself would help in case any of the new arrivals decided to get physical. He finished gearing himself for the meeting with a handgun holstered on his right side and a walkie talkie in hand. The thing was old tech for sure, but out here it was currently the more reliable way of talking within the colony. He buzz onto the 2nd channel, one that medics and food handlers were usually set on. "All medics currently within the colony please be on standby. I repeat all medics currently within the colony please be on standby, the new arrivals are here." He then changed the channel to the one reserved with the leader. "Ryan we have newbies at the drop point, I'm heading there now. I repeat, we have newbies at the drop point, I'm heading there now." After he was done telling their leader what was going on, he put the device away and had just made it outside.
He found a rubble pile high enough to stand on to see beyond the crowd of sevens that had gathered around the area to where the newbies had now began being thrown out of the HTV. Zecarayus had seen this many times already, but it didn't stop making him feel bad for the poor newbies that were being torn from the only world they knew rather forcefully. Once the HTV had begun to close up its hatch and began to depart, zecarayus then began making his way to the newbies. Once he was at the front of the crowd he got a better grasp at the new additions.
Not surprising they were all in the least confused at what was going on. What was concerning however was the number of them being more finely dressed. The last thing we need is more mercantile trade. He thought to himself, before beginning to speak. "Welcome glitches!" He would shout out to them, waiting a moment to give all the newbies a chance to focus on him. "In case you didn't know, this is colony seven out in the wastelands. Now, I am here to give you two options. You can either follow me into our little home to where you will work for the good of the whole colony, or you can try your luck out in the wastes." He finished, pointing his left hand in the opposite direction of the colony out into the ruins of the city. He would lower his hand, keeping them at his sides and said one last thing before waiting to hear their reactions. "Personally, I think you have better odds of not only living but living a better life within the colony since we have significantly less radiation and things likely to rip your face off then out there." Given zecarayus's tone, it would be hard to tell whether or not he was serious about his last statement.
Kama stood with the other newbies, listening intently to the person who caught their attention. She couldn't help but scoff at his ending statement. Surely there wasn't even a choice, given how dangerous this place was? Kama silently eyed the styles the locals seemed to wear. Typically she was used to either clean or eccentric clothing everywhere she went. Here, most wore clothing fit for the hostile environment, which unsettled the girl quite a bit. Kama wondered if she could get her hands on some sewing equipment and fabric. She'd bet that she could liven this place up if given the chance.
Kama stood with the other newbies, listening intently to the person who caught their attention. She couldn't help but scoff at his ending statement. Surely there wasn't even a choice, given how dangerous this place was? Kama silently eyed the styles the locals seemed to wear. Typically she was used to either clean or eccentric clothing everywhere she went. Here, most wore clothing fit for the hostile environment, which unsettled the girl quite a bit. Kama wondered if she could get her hands on some sewing equipment and fabric. She'd bet that she could liven this place up if given the chance.
Jake watched the newbies intently, wondering how many of them would pick the wastelands over Seven. He say many of them eyeing the ruined buildings warily, and then the wastelands. Sure Seven was in ruins, but it was home.
Zecaryus's colorful description of the wastelands definitely made Seven sound like paradise, but only time would tell. He knew fear would determine many of the newbies' choices. Some might decide to brave the wastelands, but they would never survive. Without proper gear, they would become victims of radiation. Those who did chose to leave were never seen again.
Jake watched the newbies intently, wondering how many of them would pick the wastelands over Seven. He say many of them eyeing the ruined buildings warily, and then the wastelands. Sure Seven was in ruins, but it was home.
Zecaryus's colorful description of the wastelands definitely made Seven sound like paradise, but only time would tell. He knew fear would determine many of the newbies' choices. Some might decide to brave the wastelands, but they would never survive. Without proper gear, they would become victims of radiation. Those who did chose to leave were never seen again.
Basically Redoing my Clan's Lore- for the third time.