'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.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 22, 2015 22:21:55 GMT -5
"Just one." Anna was still not sure if she wanted to laugh or throat punch him for the joke earlier. Probably laugh. Already being around people and under shelter was making her itch to laugh and watch what she said. Too bad she was so out of practice. She kinda wanted to squirm when he looked at her.
"Where's the best place to apologize for being an ass?" She looked away from him, and turned around as if she were really looking. She was, actually, taking it all in again hoping she'd remember everything he was showing her and not get lost. She could see out across the desert, everything seemed so wide open from this vantage. It was a little over whelming.
"I don't know how to... stop being a bitch anymore. I really didn't mean to chase you out of my quarters. You said I could be myself, I'm trying. I just..." She had made a circle back around to Crash but she never finished what she was saying. Anna didn't know how. Her sister would have known what to say. She was pretty and kind and she'd have had this tall, strange man wrapped around her finger before he knew what was happening. "Where to next?"
Crash watched and listened to the girl's questions. He finally looked her square in the eyes. "Lass, it's been a long time since I had the company of a gorgeous young woman, so it should be me apologizing for being a little to forward. Be who you are and true to yourself in here" He said pointing at her heart. "That's all I ask of ye. Be true to yourself and to us and grace us with your special talents. I'm just a washed up old mechanic and sailor. I was too wrapped up in those eyes of yours to think you wouldnt be interested in me. Now come on, lets show you the chow hall." crash said changing the subject and not trying to sound like a desperate old coot. He walked down the stair case and stopped at the first deck they came too.
"This is the deck above the living quarters. Heading towards the bow you'll get find the mess hall over here on the starboard side. You're allowed two meals a day. The third has to come from MRE rations are you're own abilities. A little further towards the bow is a gym and a rec room. The gym has a few operating weight benches, a tread mill, a few heavy bags and a boxing ring for sparring. The rec room is across the hall, it has a few billard tables that are still in good condition, and believe it or not one working pac man machine that I rigged to work for free." He said then turned back to the woman. "Don't get suckered into playing for bets, most of the pathfinders that play are sharks and love to play the rookies for anything they can get. Anything you want to know about this deck?" He asked her
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 22, 2015 23:03:00 GMT -5
He kept saying he was old but she didn't think he was that.. elderly. She tried not to think about what he'd said about her eyes but it had been a long time since she had been given a compliment. The next level of the tour was a nice distraction. Two solid meals a day and she might just start looking alright again. Anna was just happy her stomach didn't rumble just then. And the thought of an actual gym would have been delightful ten or so years ago, maybe one day when she'd eaten her share of meals and slept more hours in a night than not.
She nodded when he told her not to get suckered into playing for bets. She knew she would at some point, but at least she was warned. As usual there was a bit of silence when he finished talking. "Where's the booze hidden on this deck?" Anna grinned just a little wondering how long it would take to build back up a tolerance to whatever rocket fuel they called alcohol.
Crash grinned a bit at the question "While alcohol is not kept on this deck, it's usually a byob ship. However if your a good girl I may just let you into my whiskey or my rum later this evening, that is if you're not to scared to let me back into your quarters." He said almost sarcastically. He then motioned her to follow him again.
He went down the stairs past the living quarters and dropped down to the work deck. He started towards the stern and came into a large room that resembled a warehouse. Two fully armed guards stood at the entrance and there was a long line of people waiting to see a muscular, balding man at a gated off entrance. Crash turned to Anna again and swept his right arm over the room.
"This is the depot. And that big bull of a man is Quartermaster Bear. He runs the depot and the gear assignments. If you need ammo, tools, armor, pretty much anything you would use, you come see Bear. You'll have to sign for everything and return it mind you. If you don't he will be knocking on your door. And he won't be there with coffee. Do not get caught on the other side of the fence though, otherwise orders are shoot to kill." He made sure to stress the last bit. He then walked out of the depot and towards the bow of the ship. Another two full armed and armored guards stood at the ready in front of a massive locked door. Crash pointed at the door and then looked at Anna. "That is the Armory. Again that's a place only scrapper and I can go. If you even get close to that door, the guards kill you." he said. As to emphasize the point both guards chambered rounds into their weapons. He turned to look at Anna "Any questions lass?"
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 22, 2015 23:31:31 GMT -5
At his sarcastic comment, Anna muttered something about scared, my ass and there may have been some vague threat about a prison-style shanking. All in dark humor, of course. Then, more lively, "I figured everything I've done for you so far would at least get me a drink or two. I have to be well-behaved on top of everything else?"
Down on this deck though, things were serious. In her head the gears were turning, not because she was trying to figure out how to misbehave but because it was just then that she realized what a big damn deal it was that Crash had gotten her a room so close to his, that he'd been the one to ask her to join this group. This was big. When he asked her if she had any questions, she shook her head no and tried to be as small and unassuming as possible. She took a half a step back and tried to put Crash between herself and the heavy door.
"Did I mention that while I'm thankful, I fully realize that's not enough for what you've done." Her words were quiet, hopefully only he would hear them. "And don't say no thanks needed, just be the wonderful butterfly you were born to be." She couldn't even finish that without laughing, even if she was mostly serious.
Crash smirked at the behaving comment and replied sarcastically, "Well I can think of a thing you can misbehave on top of if you like." before he just laughed and shook his head. He motioned her to follow him again. He dropped down two decks to the engineering and water processing deck. Again he went to the stern first and stopped as the corridor opened up into the now defunct engine room.
"THis is the old engine bay. The nuclear reactor is still operational and chugging along at 70 percent power. I wouldn't venture in here to much though. The place is really condemned and very rarely used. Every once in a while a few of the mechanics and myself will come in here to perform repairs to keep the reactor going. He stepped back around her and moved towards the bow of the ship. He came into a room that had several filtration tanks.
"This is the water treatment plant. Here water is purified and grey water is reclaimed. This place while it does function at full tilt, is very fragile so we try not to tax it to hard. also we have sealed off the bow bas this area since its technically below ground and unstable. Any questions on this area?" He asked her, hoping for some more coy sarcasm.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 23, 2015 0:09:40 GMT -5
"Hmm? What's that? You want me to do what? First you tell me I have to be a good girl, now this? Make up your mind, man." So he was going to turn everything she said sideways? "Because, it's going to be even more difficult not to misbehave if I can't push the plumbing to its limits." And instantly regretted saying that. Anna screwed up her face and laughed. What the actual fuck did I just say? She turned around and this time did not wait for him to lead the way. She took them back to the steps, but hesitated there not knowing where he was going to take her next. She'd need another smoke if this didn't stop. Life had sort of forced her to quit, like she needed any bad habits right now. She watched him as he was catching up to her. She had this strange feeling that he had not enjoyed being this ridiculous in a long time. "What now?" Seems like the tour of the ship is over."
He watched her walk away and simply shook his head. He didn't know if she was playing coy, or being sarcastic. Either way he figured it was going to be an interesting day.
"We have one more stop to make, and that's the hangar bay. It's the deck we skipped and thats where you're truck is." He said as he stepped passed her and up the stairs. He lead them up to the hangar decks and thats where it got loud. Lots of banging and grinding and cracking came from the forward hanger bays. As the stepped into the open hangar, they found themselves in a beehive of activity and 3 to 4 dozen vehicles in different stages of work being done on them. Crash spoke up as they walked through the hangar.
"This is the area where most of the work is done. The mechanics keep the fleet going and everyo ne usually pitchs in from tire changes to paint jobs." Crash said as they walked up to Lightning and his massive raid truck thunder. There where a few mechanics readjusting the armor plating he had robbed from the super structure and they were painting the whole thing aircraft carrier grey. "Lightning you've met, this armored beast is Thunder. It's an ex military assault unit that I've modified into a mobile wrecking ball with a .50 cal turret. By the way, your truck is the one parked next to Thunder." Crash said as he walked over and yanked a tarp off of the blob of a vehicle. Under the tarp was a 2004 Dodge Ram 2500 Cummins turbo Diesel with a heavy brush guard. It was several shades of primer and welded sheet metal on the hood and bed walls. The truck was lifted 6 inchs and had military humvee runflats installed. In the bed was a mounted experimental rail gun from the science department.
Crash turned back to Anna "It runs off of diesel, its armored underneath and the glass is bullet resistant. The contraption in the box was an experimental rail gun. Never could get it to work. Never could get the right amount of juice to it from the truck. Other then that everything in it still works, including the a/c and cd player if ya can find one in playable condition. Take care of her eh?" Crash said to Anna, hoping he didn't overwhelm her with information.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 23, 2015 0:45:57 GMT -5
Anna looked from him to the truck as he told her about it. The noise on this deck was actually something Anna could get used to. She could get lost in the noise and not think too much, even if at the moment she was over thinking everything. Memories of her life before the world went to hell slammed her and caught her a little off guard. She had been so young then. At the time she hadn't realized how young she was and she had no idea how little she knew. Anna had realized quickly she was not the strong girl she thought she was. She had learned hard life lessons on the long, empty roads. Back then, she hadn't even known how to change a tire. Something so laughably stupid and she had no idea what to do.
"Take care of her eh?"
Anna nodded, "I will." She looked at Crash one more time before walking over to the truck. She ran her hand over the top rail of the brush guard as she walked up to the driver door. The keys were in her pocket but the door was unlocked. She pulled herself up into the cab and sat there, one leg hanging out the door, looking over the interior. This'll be alright. A little spark of hope ignited in her for the first time in a long while. She tried to fan that little flame instead of thinking about her sister, and how she could be out there looking for Ava even if she had to walk a million miles to do it. Here, she'd have to always have ties to the Pathfinders. Looking out over the deck, her eyes landed back on Crash. Being tied to this place might not be so awful, but it meant giving up on the eternal search for her sister. It meant acknowledging that she was dead, or worse. It meant spending less time looking for her and more time living. Watching him, Anna wondered if it would be worth it.
Finally, she spoke again. "I'm going to need you to show me how to break this down and put it back together too." She tried on a smile. Her sister would have never wanted Anna to live like she'd been living these last couple years. "I can't promise I'll behave though, this kinda makes me want to be bad."
Crash grinned at the lass and simply leaned against the front fender of the truck. He pulled out his cigarettes again and lit on with the ancient zippo before pocketing both again.
"A young lass such as yourself wearing overalls and covered in grease, be still my mechanic's heart! If you want to learn I can teach you. Machines are rather simple once you understand the premise." He replied. "She does look good on you, I'll tell ya that. Hopefully she'll protect ya and serve ye well. Now that the tour is over, we can go have that drink of whiskey if ya like?" He asked. He knew it was early in the morning for most people, but in his mind it was never to early for whiskey.
He watched her eyes, and can see she started to relax finally and it warmed his heart. "I can see you relaxing, good. Maybe now you realize that I was being sincere and not just trying for your sexual favors when I offered you a place with us." He said truthfully. Hopefully she would continue to relax.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 23, 2015 1:13:42 GMT -5
Be still my mechanics heart and Anna lost it and started grinning like an idiot. She was beginning to understand that he was really thinking half the things he said, and she was sure that he didn't say them just to be funny. She found it amusing anyway and it was right about then she tucked thoughts of her sister away for the day. She had a feeling she'd spend the night crying over Ava but it wouldn't be the first and certainly not the last time, but this might just be the beginning of letter her go.
"I can see you relaxing, good. Maybe now you realize that I was being sincere and not just trying for your sexual favors when I offered you a place with us."
"Maybe... if you're good." Her tone implied she didn't think he'd be able to be good long enough. She slid out of the truck, not short by any means but with the lift it was still a bit of a drop even for her. "Whiskey, if that's what you've really got, now. That would be terrific after the last few days." She joined him at the front of the truck, but turned back to look at it. It was Christmas in the middle of the damned wasteland for one little girl.
"How are you, anyway?" She tried to look up at him while they walked, but that was such a stretch she gave it up. He'd made what seemed like a speedy recovery. She knew he was still hurting but was actually surprised he was on his feet at all. She was still weary to the bone and she'd not gone through half as much as he had.
Crash simply winked at her and turned to walk back to the stairs. "My shoulder feels like it's been shot, my body aches, and my head still hurts. But I'm alive, and I have to keep going. The apocalypse doesn't take a day so, so I can't, as much as I may want to at the moment." He said as they hit the stairs. Crash jogged up them gingerly, his boots making echoing slaps onto the grated steel.
As they hit the living quarters deck he turned back to her. "How about yourself? I see you're no longer favoring a hip and you have more color in your skin so you seem to be doing all right?" It was more of a fishing question. He had noticed her listing to one side in bartertown but never saw the wound.
Before she could answer they got to his room and he opened the door and ducked inside, reaching far under his cot and drug out an almost full gallon jug of wild turkey whiskey. He turned to her and smiled "Ye continue to doubt old Crash, one day ye might learn lass!.: he said jovial.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 23, 2015 10:09:21 GMT -5
"You wanna know what happened?" It was more of a statement than a real question, the way he spoke seemed like he wanted to know what happened. She leaned in the doorway to his quarters for a moment, watching as he reached under his cot. She grinned when he pulled out a large jar of whiskey.
"Ye continue to doubt old Crash, one day ye might learn lass!"
"I dunno, I'm pretty stubborn." She closed his door and kicked out a chair at the table and sat, one booted foot in the seat and she wrapped her arm around that knee. "I'll tell you what happened if you stop calling me lass... and ask whatever you want. You said earlier you wanted me to be out with whatever was on my mind. You don't get to hold back either." She did feel better, she was a little bummed she'd have yet another scar though but all in all she was lucky she didn't die from some crazy wasteland infection but mostly she didn't want to be treated like she wouldn't confess all her sins as easily as he had.
Crash sat on his cot and reached over to a nightstand and brought out two glasses. He then put them on the table and poured them a double in each glass before corking the bottle again.
"Well if you don't want me calling ya lass, What do you want to be called then? And yes I'd like to know what happened to ye. tell me you're story!" He said as he grabbed his glass and leaned back, his shoulders hitting the bulkhead and him letting out a wince from his wound before finally, slowly, resting in a leaning position and watching her.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 23, 2015 10:42:42 GMT -5
She watched him wince, and kinda felt bad. Part of her felt a little guilty, he might not have been shot at all if he hadn't been running around Bartertown to drag her ass away. "Anna has always worked just fine until now." She had a real smartass grin on her face as she put the glass to her lips. She took a sip of the whiskey, good stuff too, and wanted to laugh because it was so much better than the horrific stuff that was mostly passed around these days. This drink didn't make her eyes water and her gut burn. "Call me anything else, just not lass." She wasn't being mean, in fact she almost sounded like she was asking with a pretty please with a cherry on top. Lass made her feel like she was still in school or... she didn't know, she just knew she'd rather hear him call her Anna or hey you than lass.
"Well, that particular story you know some of. When my car and all my shit, years worth of collecting things," And everything Ava had left behind, "Was stolen, I was asleep in the backseat when one of them jerked me out by my boots. That, is a rude fucking way to wake up." She downed a little more of the whiskey. "I had my shotgun. He was trying to jerk it out of my hands and I couldn't get a good aim. His buddy finally got it away from me. I'll be damned if I'm going to get shot by my own gun. The short of it is, after fighting with them forever, the bastard accidentally shot his buddy in the back and I caught some of the spray." Thank the Gods or she'd have had a shattered hip and Anna would be bones in the desert for the birds to play with.
"But it was when he shot the guy a second time that it really got me. I don't know what he hit, what the guy had on him, a canteen maybe? It took a while to pick out all the little pieces. It'll heal but it won't be pretty. And it put holes in my jeans." Those jeans already had holes in the knees and pockets but they were her favorite, and now only, pair. And that was the most Anna had probably said in one sitting in a year or better, helped along by the fact that she'd finished what was in her cup already, she hadn't realized it.