'So Shiny, So Chrome' takes place 13 years after The Fall, a combination of the Oil Wars that came to a climax with a nuclear event. Our setting is the Wasteland, once the Australian outback. Wildlife mutated by radiation prowls the wasteland; weather is harsh and highly unpredictable; roving gangs of survivors fight for what remains of precious resources.
What a day, what a lovely day.
----- Season: Winter Weather: Days 8°C/Nights -10°C
Winter has descended once again on the Wasteland as merciless as ever. Days are cold, and with little cover the high winds are all the more biting; even without snow, hypothermia and frostbite are a constant threat. The only relief is that many of the Wasteland's creatures are in hibernation.
[presto][/presto] Yue was sold at the word 'spicy', even if she hadn't the foggiest idea what 'cajun' was supposed to mean. She waited and watched as he fulfilled his end of the bargain, opening the drum crudely lashed to the tail end of his car and siphoned fuel (it smelled like gasoline, so she was certain it was fuel) into the tank of her bike; idly she wondered why he felt the need to cover up his face. As it were, he wasn't exactly subtle with his stature and long gray hair.
She'd long since given up trying to hide her face outside of sandstorms; nobody was going to mistake her for a man, even under the oversized clothes she'd stolen from the guards at her camp some years back. The rope belt holding the huge trousers up to her waist and the bulky coat disguised her figure, certainly, but her lack of stature gave her away quickly.
Re-wrapping the block of tobacco in the flimsy fabric it had come in, she waited patiently as he put the hose back into his trunk... and returned with something bulky wrapped in a cloth in one hand, and a box in the other.
"You need to carry more protection out here in the wastes lass. It's not much, but consider it a gift from old Crash."
Hesitantly, Yue unwrapped the fabric to find a weathered-looking handgun; it was probably a safe guess that the box contained the ammunition.
The man was just full of surprises.
"Now, did you want the meatloaf or the cajun spicy rice and chicken meal?"
She took the jumble-eye-a.
It had been a long time since Yue had had rice or chicken or peppers, and though it was a far cry from her native Chinese cuisine she felt oddly homesick digging into her rations. They ate in relative quiet for a moment before Yue looked up just a bit from under her eyelashes.
"I do not know how to shoot."
That wasn't entirely true; Yue knew how to operate a gun, but she was a terrible shot at best. Might as well take the opportunity for some real training while it presented itself.
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Crash started in on his meat loaf, choking down the thick brick that passed for bread as he listened to her talk. When she said she didn't know how to shoot, Crash almost choked on the air itself.
"Bloody hell, how did you manage to survive this long without knowing how to shoot?! I can show ye how if you want, it's not that hard. Cleaning the gun is more difficult than shooting it in my opinion." Crash said before taking another bite of his meal.
He quickly finished and set aside his MRE packet then reached into his car and brought out one of his big revolvers. He held the gun pointed up to show her the length of the barrel.
"Okay lass, first lesson is ye sights. There are two at the back, and one at the front." He said pointing at the different sights. "The trick is to line up the front sight in between the two back sights. That's where your bullet will go. After that it's simply point and click." He said lowering the big revolver and pointing it at one of the bushes dotting the land. He lined up a shot at the base of the bush and squeezed the trigger. The report from the big bore was almost deafening in the quiet landscape. The bullet found its mark and sheared the bush off at the bottom trunk. He turned back to face her, making sure the revolver was pointed low and away from her.
"Always remember to squeeze the trigger, never yank it or you'll pull ye self off target. You try with that 9mm I gave ye." He said.
[presto][/presto] Yue didn't comment on Crash's frankly atrocious table manners, half-choking on his own meal while she savored hers; both from it being 10 years from having anything spicy, and the sheer volume of salt. The Vuvalini were able to grow a few fresh vegetables, but she doubted any of them could say they'd had chicken and rice in any recent memory. Of course, Crash really did choke when she mentioned being unable to shoot.
"Bloody hell, how did you manage to survive this long without knowing how to shoot?!"
"Good poker face." She replied without the faintest trace of humor... Though, in retrospect, it was sort of funny that putting up a good front had gotten her as far as it did. Yue smirked. "Apparently small, loud Chinese woman with a pipe is scarier than War Boys."
Her body didn't quite clear 5 and a half feet, but Xiang Hua proudly bragged that her daughter's temper personality was ten feet tall. It had to be, in the world of multibillion-yuan, international business, especially when you were a woman.
What Yue wouldn't give for the extra 4 inches her sky-high heels had once afforded her... not that it would make much of a dent in the height difference between her and Crash.
"I can show ye how if you want, it's not that hard. Cleaning the gun is more difficult than shooting it in my opinion." He said, rounding the car to reach into the cabin and pull out one of the revolvers he'd discarded earlier.
This time, it was considerably less tense as he demonstrated how to aim and how to shoot. She jumped at the crack of the gun going off, looking rather helplessly at her new 'toy'; Yue had bluffed with rifles before, but she'd never actually held, let alone loaded and fired a handgun. She looked up at Crash again, sheepish.
[presto][/presto] As if it weren't obvious enough, when Crash came to stand behind Yue to show her how to fire her new gun, the size difference became painfully obvious; the top of her head didn't even reach his shoulder, and his hands easily covered hers showing Yue how to hold the gun properly.
"The gun is ready to fire, all you have to do is double check your target and squeeze the trigger lass." He said in her ear, "Hold it firmly, it will kick when you fire it."
Yue glanced around for just a moment before deciding on a large beetle crawling across the ground.
The gun jumped in her hands from the kick, and the shot missed, sending up dust where it hit a foot or so away from the beetle; she did, at least, manage not to drop the thing despite being surprised by its recoil. A little more certain, she aimed again, taking just a little longer to line up the sights, and...
Where the beetle had once been, there was now a piece of shell and a tiny crater; Yue couldn't help herself but grin, proud to have actually hit something (on purpose).
"Are you always so generous to strange women?" She asked coyly, looking over her shoulder at him.
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Crash watched her miss the first shot then nail the second. He looked her in the eyes when she asked her question and blushed when he realized how close he was to her. He laughed as he took a step back.
"Only to those who prove they are worth it." He said still laughing.
'What the hell are you doing Flannigan?!' Crash screamed in his head.
He settled down and looked her in they eye. "So are you done milking your snakes or do you have more to drain before you head home for the evening?" Crash said trying to change the subject.
[presto][/presto] Jarius laughed a little and stepped back as he seemed to realize how close they were, reminding Yue very much of a blushing schoolboy, albeit a very oversized one. For how little she knew about this man she'd known all of an hour, it was strangely endearing to see him stumble over his own words.
"Only to those who prove they are worth it." He said, still laughing and seeming nervous.
That could mean damn near anything, but why not roll with it?
"Worth it how?" She asked, re-engaging the safety on the gun.
With no holster to put it in, Yue opted to stuff it into her belt (a piece of rope she'd snatched from her refugee camp without any actual plan for what to do with it), tugging her jacket down over it; not ideal for quickly drawing it, and it was getting to be too warm again for long sleeves, but she'd take it over being sunburned any day.
"So are you done milking your snakes or do you have more to drain before you head home for the evening?" He asked in a rather transparent attempt to change the subject.
Crash chuckled sort of sheepishly. Gods, what was he doing? In the middle of the wasteland flirting with a woman who catches venomous snakes for a hobby and has never shot a gun before today...Was Loki making him his personal entertainment today?
He glanced past Yue's shoulder and noticed the sun and cursed inwardly. He was still a few hours from the Wash still and he knew Scrapper was waiting on him. Fan bloody tastic.
He looked at Yue and bowed a bit. "Your a good shot for just picking up a firearm. As far as first dates go, this has been one of the best. Maybe for the second, leave the snakes be. But unfortunately I still have a long way to travel." He stood back up and looked her in the eye. Then he turned and strode back to his car, grabbing the brick of tobacco and tossing it in the back seat.
He opened the door and turned back to Yue with his eyes gleaming just a bit. "Look for me in Bartertown, or just keep an ear out for old Lightning here. Her whine is very distinctive."
And with that he plopped into the driver seat and fired up the big muscle car. The whipple supercharger filling the air with a loud high pitched whine. He blipped the throttle twice, turning that whine in the scream before waving one hand and dropping the car into gear. His wear tires barked as he shot off, the muscle cars engine filling the air with the roar that would challenge the god of war himself.
AS he ran through the gears and brought the car back to traveling speed he started berating himself.
'real smooth jack ass, a regular rico suave' you can be you daft dolt.' he said to himself. He let his boot ride a little heavier, trying to make up the time he spent with Yue, wondering if their would be a second date.
[presto][/presto] Was it a bad thing that flirting with this odd, tall man was sort of... fun?
Perhaps not. Before the world had been nuked into oblivion, Yue could distinctly remember being in college, the ringleader with her two best girlfriends Sying and Mei, watching the male students go by and making eyes at them and giggling; damn if it didn't seem so superficial in retrospect, but it was a time she very much missed, and it pained Yue to realize her friends probably hadn't made it.
They were smart. They were beautiful. But Yue was made of a tougher stuff than they were.
"You're a good shot for just picking up a firearm. As far as first dates go, this has been one of the best. Maybe for the second, leave the snakes be. But unfortunately I still have a long way to travel."
Yue frowned, a little surprised by his rather abrupt excusal; while he strode back to his car and loaded things up, she walked leisurely towards the driver's side, putting her hands on the door just as he closed it. Now that he was sitting down, she was at the right height to lean in through the open window and plant a chaste kiss on his bandana-covered cheek.
"Very well. But no snakes next time."
He tore off into the desert, and for a while Yue watched him go; so far as she knew, there was nothing but salt in that direction. So either he was driving off to his certain death, or...
Yue sighed. Jackie wasn't going to be pleased to know that there were men so close to their home.