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Thriller Wasteland Samurai Motorcycle Club

Discussion in 'Role Playing Forum' started by Reynar_Tedros, Jun 17, 2020.

  1. Ktala

    Ktala Force Ghost star 6

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    Sep 7, 2002
    Treka LaRue (Kiki)
    The Oasis

    As Treka and DOG searched, she heard a high pitch whistle that cleared the air. DOG looked over confused. She gave a short soft whistle of her own, and DOG turned, to follow.

    "We got tracks!" Marcus hollered. "Let's go!"

    Treka paused. She then saw that Raaphael had pulled up next to Marcus. "KAZAN! LIA!" She yelled over the chorus of motorcycle engines. "Flank from the left and right. The Shogun and I will take point!"

    The call for blood. It did nothing for Treka. Her eyes were still fixed down the trail. She could now see that the buggies had stopped in the near distance, their souped up engines remaining on, humming through the quiet of the desert. Treka knew this drill. She was sure their snipper was lurking somewhere. But what Treka kept her eyes on was past those who had stopped. There was one dune buggy, still moving away from them. Treka looked over at DOG, making a few gestures, and then slapping her hands together. DOG took off running, to follow. He would not get too close however, his task was to simply keep the buggy in sight. His companions were trying to keep the group so busy, that they would lose sight of their target.

    With DOG following, Treka turned back to look at the group. She pulled down her cover and yanked free her shotgun. She leaned forward on her bike and waited.

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  2. Reynar_Tedros

    Reynar_Tedros Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    Jul 3, 2006
    The Oasis

    The standoff lasted for a brief moment, the two Gentlemen buggies idling there at the edge of the Oasis for a short while, each filled with four men of identical appearance, nature, and intentions.

    The driver of Buggy One saw the large canine take off past them, following the tracks of Buggy Three, which was likely far enough away now that it was invisible to the naked eye. "You three, get out and take care of the Samurai, I'll go get the mutt," the driver ordered, and the other three Gentlemen obeyed. The driver slammed his foot down on the accelerator and wheeled the buggy around in a cloud of sand, chasing after Dog. It didn't take long before the buggy came up alongside the loyal animal, and the Gentleman behind the wheel, maintaining speed, reached for a wooden baseball bat with spiked chains wrapped around the barrel, and readied his strike.

    Meanwhile, the three Gentlemen left behind focused their attention on Treka, each of them armed with their own spiked baseball bats and hideous grins beneath their mustaches.

    "Dirty little thing, ain't she?" one of them said.

    "Aye. She's got potential, though," another replied. "Little bit o' cleanin', she'll fit right in with the Ladies, eh?"

    "Guess we oughta be gentle with her, then," said the third, cupping the end of his bat in his hand. "Don't wanna damage the goods."

    Marcus, meanwhile, saw the three Gentlemen approaching Treka, and looked over at Kazan and Raaphael, who rode at the ready for attack. He would leave Buggy Two for them. Raaphael had already begun to charge towards it, Kazan close by. If the two of them could each take out one side of the tires apiece, the Gentlemen would be stranded and have no choice but to face them head-on, and the Shogun had no doubt his warriors would have little trouble dispatching the leather-clad thugs.

    Treka, however, wasn't quite as combat ready, though she could certainly hold her own. Marcus revved the Emperor's engine and sped over to the three Gentlemen approaching her. He readied his katana as he neared, sand kicking up behind the motorcycle, and while two of the Gentlemen were able to dive out of the way of Marcus' reach, the third wasn't so lucky. He obliviously turned his head just in time to see the sharp steel slice through the air, and blood spurted from the stump of his neck where his head rested a second ago. It landed on the ground with a thud, and Marcus braked and turned his bike around next to Treka, watching the two surviving Gentlemen scurry to their feet with fear in their eyes.

    "You wanna take 'em?" Marcus asked Treka as he calmly pulled a piece of cloth from the back pocket of his jeans and wiped the blood off his blade.

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  3. Ktala

    Ktala Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 7, 2002
    Treka LaRue (Kiki)
    The Oasis

    Treka turned back to look at the group. She pulled down her cover and yanked free her shotgun. She leaned forward on her bike and waited. She noticed when one of the drivers began to chase DOG. She dug in her shirt and pulled out a small whistle. She gave it a short blow, but no sound was heard from it, and then tucked it back into her shirt. DOG would know what that meant.

    Meanwhile, she watched the other dunebuggies. Three of the 'Gentlemen' headed for her. Now Marcus knew she was not one to do much for killing.

    But these guys were an exception. She had a deep, loathing of these types of people. So she merely kept her shotgun trained on them. She almost chuckled. Three for little ole me? The thoughts that ran through her mind were very dark, and it included feeding some body parts to DOG. But a roar of a motorcycle engine told her she didn't need to worry. She knew the sound of that bike. Her head turned slightly, just in time to see Marcus come up, katana ready. He shot past the three, managing to neatly remove one head, as he came and turned his bike near Treka while the remaining two scurried to their feet.

    "You wanna take 'em?" Marcus asked Treka as he calmly pulled a piece of cloth from the back pocket of his jeans and wiped the blood off his blade.

    Treka grinned darkly. but didn't reply. She just grunted, nodded her head, and revved her bike, and shot forward. To the first man near her, she dispatched with her shotgun, giving him a blast to the head as her bike reared about. She wasn't about to bother with using a blade. A blade would be considered almost honorable. These were scum, who didn't deserve the honor. The other man, she took out the man's stomach. She didn't kill him, yet. If Marcus looks her way, she would look back over, shrugging her shoulders. "'case you need answers." She pumped the weapon, readying the next shot. She moved her bike out of arms reach, but behind the man, as she waited for a signal.

    DOG meanwhile, had heard the silent dog whistle. He also heard the buggy nearing him. Whistle meant two things. First, it was one blast, which meant he got to play the game that he loved to play with the group. Keep away. He suddenly dodged, and moved out of the way, a sudden sharp turn, to move him away from the vehicle. His job was to keep from getting touched, by the vehicle, or anything in the vehicle. His second was to start baying as loud as he could. He still was on task, for now. But if the guy attacked him, then DOG was going to have a chance to enjoy a tasty snack.


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  4. Shadowsun

    Shadowsun Jedi Master star 4

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    Kazan, The Saint
    On the Hunt

    The Bronze Dragon roared, bellowing down toward one of the Gentlemen's buggies. Its maw ready to consume blood and iron. It took a strong willed rider to control the intensity of the beast, something Kazan had in spades.

    As he drew closer to the buggy, he nodded to Raaphael a silent understanding of the task that needed to be enacted. He veered off to the left side, his arm outstretched, handgun in hand. His finger squeezing on the trigger.

    BANG! BANG!

    Two shots, one for each tire. Confident that they had made their mark he stowed his hand gun, withdrawing his katana from his back. He was ready, ready to spill the blood of these so called 'Gentlemen'

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  5. The Jedi in the Pumas

    The Jedi in the Pumas Jedi Master star 4

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    OOC: Sorry for the late response. Absolutely missed all the tags and thought I was waiting on an update.

    Raaphael Winsoon

    -The Oasis

    She needed no gun. She had naraku. Hell Incarnate.

    Raaphael swerved to the side opposite Kazan and at the same moment he fired his shots, Raaphael pulled the handlebars of her bike backwards, lifting the bike onto it's rear tire. High above the buggie, looking down on its inhabitants from high on her bike, her expressionless face must have seemed eerily calming...

    That was before she used the weight of the bike returning to it's front wheel to power the impaling of the front wheel of the buggie with Naraku. The spinout would be violent, sand would whirl around them, but she would keep beside the buggie until the Gentlemen came to a stop. Because as soon as they got out, she would quench naraku's thirst.

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  6. Reynar_Tedros

    Reynar_Tedros Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    The Oasis

    The Gentleman swung the spiked bat at the dog but missed as the canine dodged the attack at the last second, showing a surprising amount of agility for a creature of its size. The mustached man nearly lost his balance and fell out of the side of the buggie, but regained his stability in the driver’s seat and swerved the vehicle around. He’d concluded that the buggie wasn’t quick enough to track the nimble dog down, so he’d have to do it the hard way. His favorite way.

    Killing the engine, the Gentleman stepped out of the vehicle and stared down the dog with a sadistic grin, dragging the bat behind him and making a track in the sand. “Here, doggy doggy,” he teased. “Daddy’s got a treat for you.”

    Meanwhile, his compatriot who’d had his gut blown out by Treka‘s shotgun squirmed and moaned in the sand beneath the Samurai, his life leaving his body as quickly as the blood that began to puddle beneath him. He looked into the barrel of the weapon the woman had trained on him with eyes that watered from the pain and waited for the shot, hoping it would come and end this unbearable suffering for which he could find no word to describe.

    Marcus watched the proceedings, and waited for Treka to either make the killing blow or save her ammunition and let the man bleed out on his own. He gave Treka an indication that the man was worthless to them, that he was in no condition to be of any use, and that she could dispatch of him in whatever way she saw fit. Either way, they needed to hurry, to catch up to Dog and to continue tracking the remaining buggie.

    On the other side of the Oasis, the buggie that had attacked Raaphael and Kazan was now rolling end over end as the two Samurai had taken out three of its tires. It came to a stop upside down in the sand, and one of the Gentleman screamed, his broken arm pinned under the railing.

    The other three leather clad men slowly crawled out from the vehicle, dazed from the impact of the crash and oblivious to their violent fates that rested in the hands of the Samurai.

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  7. The Jedi in the Pumas

    The Jedi in the Pumas Jedi Master star 4

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    Jun 23, 2018
    Raaphael Winsoon
    -The Oasis

    She wasted no time. None at all.

    Her steed's engines were killed. She had crossed the distance to the overturn buggy. Not with a sprint nor even a jog. A brisk walking pace with Naraku in her hands.

    The gentleman with a broken arm was silenced as Naraku plunged into the sand and, at Raaphael's elegant swing, slid through the flesh of his neck and his spine. Separating the man's head from his torso. She barely gave him a look and continued walking towards one of the other scrambling vagabonds. Slave traders. Monsters of the wasteland.

    No...

    That would be romanticizing them and she was not going to do that. They were worst than monsters. They were men. Just men. Capable of great good and great evil and all the good and evil in between. She knelt down, her emotionless face almost seeming bored. The beautiful uncaring visage of the Daimyo would be the last thing this man saw. So she grabbed a handful of his hair and plunged Naraku's blade into his stomach; her plain face watching as his contorted in anger and then agony before his spirit left his body for another kind of wasteland.

    She held his gaze, mindful that the other two would be trying to gain their bearings soon. She would kill them too if Kazan was too slow to punish them. She was confident he would not hesitate to dish out the death these men had earned. Earned either today or any of the past days they had spent terrorizing, raping, and killing...

    She held the gaze for a moment longer, before both hands grabbed the dead man's head and snapped his neck with a violent twist.

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  8. Ktala

    Ktala Force Ghost star 6

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    Treka LaRue (Kiki)
    The bloody Dunes,

    Treka eyes slid over at to see Marcus response. She quickly got her response. Frankly, she would rather let him bleed out. These were the worse of the scum that she could think of, and leaving him to suffer would do him just fine.

    But she had DOG to think of. If she took to long, it would take a while to catch up with him.

    "Yer lucky day."

    Treka let another blast fire from the barrel of her rifle and then spun around to take off on her bike once more. As she moved, she slug her rifle behind her, and once more blew on her whistle, as she leaned forward, now following DOG's tracks, and the tracks of the other vehicle, her bike flying over the dunes as she revved her engines.

    ---

    DOG

    DOG moved to escape from the man. The game was still keep away. But now he had gotten off the noisy thing and was trying to catch him on foot. The ma stepped out of the vehicle and walked towards DOG.

    “Here, doggy doggy,” he teased. “Daddy’s got a treat for you.”

    DOG heard the whistle blast once more. DOG immediately switch directions and began to circle around the man, staying out of reach. If the man swung at him, DOG would attack him, waiting on this swing, and going for the jugular vein or wrist, which every was the easiest for him to take him down. And he would keep attacking until the man stopped moving. DOG's armor would help protect him. The man, would not be so lucky.

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  9. Shadowsun

    Shadowsun Jedi Master star 4

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    Jun 26, 2017
    Kazan, The Saint
    The Oasis

    Kazan brought the engine of The Bronze Dragon to a faint whimper, parking it by the side of the rolled over buggy. He clambered off his bike, the sand shining red from his armor. He marched with a calm confidence, his katana held in his right hand. Patient and ready to end the Gentlemen's suffering. He loomed over the two Gentlemen struggling to escape from the wreckage. He glared over them, a towering manifestation of justice.

    He was Kazan.

    He was the Saint.

    [​IMG]

    He lifted his boot on the head of one of the squirming men, it wriggled underneath his might, unable to get free. He began to apply pressure as he got out his katana, plunging it through the head of the other Gentlemen. As he did so he flatted the skull of the other one, blood spurting out, painting the sand.
    There was no emotion to his actions, no remorse, no joy, no guilt, no pleasure. It just was.

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  10. Reynar_Tedros

    Reynar_Tedros Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    Jul 3, 2006
    The Oasis

    The Gentleman heard the rumbling of the motorcycle cease as he crawled his broken body through the sand, and knew that his fate was sealed. He could hear the Samurai's footsteps approaching as he blinked the coarse sand out of his eyes that had begun to water, from fear of his certain death or an evolutionary reaction to the sand, he didn't know. Her approach was slow, calculated, just as he'd always heard the Samurai were. The stories had come from all over, and his belief of them had only been reaffirmed as he watched through blurred eyes the woman slice his friend's head off of his body like the frayed end of a cigar. She'd barely paid the dead man a second glance as she made her way towards her next victim, towards him.

    She knelt down before him, his eyes now clear so as to gaze into those cold, bleak irises and know that the angel of death herself stared back, his soul just the latest to which she would soon lay claim. She grasped a handful of his hair and he braced as she plunged her lengthy blade into his stomach, not as merciful to him as she was to the one before. He tried to scream but his mouth gave only a faint gasp as his body writhed in agony, and all of the sins and all of the pain that he'd caused and inflicted throughout the course of his short life here in this desert had rushed to the front of his mind as the blood of his body spilled to the sand gathered there beneath him, and he knew that his debt had been collected.

    He turned his head and his eyes glazed over at the sight of the second Samurai on the other side of the overturned buggie, where the other two Gentlemen would soon meet their own ends. If this woman before him was the angel of death, the Samurai on the other side was the devil himself, his face hidden behind that demonic helmet of protruding horns and fangs bared to feast on the souls of those whose penance was due, of whose sins were unforgiveable but tallied all the same. The demon's sword plunged through the head of one Gentleman, while the heel of his boot crushed the skull of the other into a flattened display of blood and bones. There was no emotion from the devil Samurai, just as there was no emotion from the angel, and as she grabbed his head and angled her hands to snap his neck and end his life for good, he wondered if they were all monsters in the end, and these thoughts turned to nothingness as the crack of his neck cast them out into that blissful void where there was no sight nor sound nor thought at all.

    Meanwhile, Marcus watched Treka make her decision to let the Gentleman bleed out on his own as she turned and kicked her motorcycle into gear, following the tracks of the buggie that had pursued Dog. The Shogun turned his head to face Raaphael and Kazan as they finished off their own jobs, and motioned for them to follow him. It was time to leave the Oasis and this brief distraction behind, and resume their hunt for the Gentlemen who'd foolishly captured the innocent Ventura girl, unaware of the grave mistake they'd made in service of their nefarious natures. He kicked the Emperor into gear and roared past the last living Gentleman, who was slowly crawling as if to some unknown destination as the last of his life slowly poured out of his pathetic mortal shell.

    When Marcus and Treka caught up to Dog and the final Gentleman standing between the Samurai and their destination, the canine was circling the mustached man, who held a wooden baseball bat with nails hammered sporadically into the barrel.

    The Gentleman looked away from the dog for a moment to see the two Samurai seated atop their bikes, and he thought he could hear two more approaching, which meant that they had made it past the other seven Gentlemen back at the Oasis. His eyes, full of much less confidence than they'd had a moment before, moved back to the animal, whose large body was hunched down close to the ground, ears high, tail still, teeth bared and ready for a feast the second the opportunity presented itself.

    "Looky there, doggy," the man said with a malicious grin. "We've got ourselves an audience. Let's not keep them waiting!" As fast as he was able, which wasn't very fast at all, the Gentleman closed the gap between himself and Dog, and swung the spiked bat with all his might at his four-legged opponent. It was a blow that would doubtlessly prove futile, and open himself up to attack from any direction.

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  11. Shadowsun

    Shadowsun Jedi Master star 4

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    Jun 26, 2017
    Kazan, The Saint
    The Oasis

    Kazan simply nodded as his Shogun met his hidden gaze. Sheathing his katana, he marched back to The Bronze Dragon, turning the key to reignite the flame of the beast. It roared back into life, speeding along to follow the remaining Gentlemen.

    He noted the final Gentlemen standing pitiful with his spiked mat. Kazan reached to his side, pulling out his trusty side arm. He aimed toward the Gentlemen, who had mistakenly taken a swing at DOG. He lined up the sight, adjusting for the slight wind, toward the space between the man's eye brows. He squeezed the trigger.

    BANG!

    Kazan continued to speed along, onward toward the final buggy that had made off with the girl. Time was of the essence after all.

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  12. Ktala

    Ktala Force Ghost star 6

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    Sep 7, 2002
    Treka LaRue (Kiki)
    The bloody Dunes

    When Marcus and Treka caught up to Dog and the final Gentleman standing between the Samurai and their destination, the canine was circling the mustached man, who held a wooden baseball bat with nails hammered sporadically into the barrel.

    The Gentleman looked away from the dog for a moment to see the two Samurai seated atop their bikes, and he thought he could hear two more approaching, which meant that they had made it past the other seven Gentlemen back at the Oasis. His eyes, full of much less confidence than they'd had a moment before, moved back to the animal, whose large body was hunched down close to the ground, ears high, tail still, teeth bared and ready for a feast the second the opportunity presented itself.

    [​IMG]


    "Looky there, doggy," the man said with a malicious grin. "We've got ourselves an audience. Let's not keep them waiting!" As fast as he was able, which wasn't very fast at all, the Gentleman closed the gap between himself and Dog, and swung the spiked bat with all his might at his four-legged opponent. It was a blow that would doubtlessly prove futile, and open himself up to attack from any direction.

    Treka watched. The man was slow and clumsy on the sand. He swung the bat with all of his might, which DOG easily dodged. But since the man swung so hard, it left him open, as he could not recover fast enough. And DOG did the give the man the chance to correct the mistake.

    As soon as the man's club passed him, DOG attacked, leaping up and going straight for the man's neck. His size and speed sent both him and the man tumbling down, with DOG being on top. DOG was busy holding down with all of his strength, his teeth clamped down on the man's throat and artery, blood shooting out, as the man tried to get DOG off of him. He tried to use his club to hit DOG, but DOG simply moved his body, avoiding the swings, as he shook the man like a rag doll. The only time DOG let go, was to obtain a tighter grip on the man's throat.

    Treka watched for a few moments, letting DOG have his fun. But then she revved her bike, shooting forward, riding down on where DOG was now thoroughly involved. Treka hated to spoil his fun, but they needed to rescue the girl. Treka rode her bike down. The man wasn't so snarky now. She whistled, and wiggled her fingers. DOG moved, whining. "Do, worry," she told him as she patted his head. She then looked at the man who had tried to attack DOG.

    "Idiot."

    She then blasted him between the eyes. She wasn't going to let anyone hurt DOG. She then climbed back on her bike.

    "One more. I could use the spare parts."

    She then roared her bike back to life, looking over at Marcus. She said nothing, the look on her face dark. She whipped the splattering of blood from her face. She gestured to DOG.

    "Find 'em"

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  13. The Jedi in the Pumas

    The Jedi in the Pumas Jedi Master star 4

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    Jun 23, 2018
    Raaphael Winsoon
    -The Oasis

    As the last Gentleman that stood in their way bled out on the sand, Raaphael pulled her bike up beside Marcus. Her face still expressionless. She was impressed at DOG's maneuvers and Treka's mercilessness. She blinked and nodded her head in the direction where the last Samurai had disappeared with the girl.

    She looked over at Marcus.

    "Do you think the Gentlemen knew who they were grabbing when they took the girl?" The Gentlemen trying to traffic Gregor's daughters did not make a lot of sense. But then again....the Gentlemen were not the brightest in the Wasteland. Their fate was sealed now and perhaps it was a meaningless grab job for an unfortunate target.

    Perhaps.

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