'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.
He felt her shiver as she leaned against him. He used one foot to hook onto a wool blanket that was flattened against the wall and pulled it up with his leg till he could grab it with his hand. He pulled it up over the both of them.
"I kinda like how brash and straight-foward you are. As long as you promise me to always be that way and never hide anything from me, I'm good."He said as he slipped his left arm gingerly around her back and side.
He sighed and shook his head a bit. "Although if we plan on sharing a bed, we will need to move into a big room. I still think my old quarters are still available farther towards the stern. Officer quarters are bigger, and have an actual bed. Didn't really have a use for all that space, that's why I moved in here..."He trailed off as he noticed she was nodding oh leaning against him.
'you daft old coot! you bored her right to sleep!' he though and grinned. He settled in the best he could and just held her.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 25, 2015 10:38:44 GMT -5
"I kinda like how brash and straight-forward you are. As long as you promise me to always be that way and never hide anything from me, I'm good."
"Good, because I don't plan on changing." She grinned and snuggled in, letting her eyes close, just listening to him. In her head she thought she responded, said something about did he want his own space? But it wasn't until he stopped talking that she realized she was drifting away. Her eyes popped open and she pulled the blanket up and half over her face, her nose an ice cube stuck to her face.
"Don't stop, I'm listening." She intended to but they both knew she'd be asleep soon, even if she was fighting it wondering if he was really going to change rooms just for her. So when she did fall asleep, Anna dreamed dreams of running through the desert chased by darkness and every time it nearly caught her, arms would grab her up and take her away. Sometimes she woke in the back of her car alone. Sometimes she found herself in a room similar to this one, sometimes she died, sometimes it was just a girl that looked like her. Once, it was him and she spent the rest of the night hunting the dark.
Crash knew she was out and laid there a few more moments, feeling her twitch and hearing soft murmurs in her sleep. He would have to get with Scrapper about moving back into his old quarters. He didn't think he would have an issue with it but he still wanted to run it by him. Soon sleep took him, and he drifted off into his own subconcious.
He startled awake sometime after dawn, he knew it was still morning because he could hear the distant ramblings of the mess hall. He looked down and saw her still nestled in to him and out like a light. He rocked her gently
"Come on now, we have slept the morning away. It's time to get up are the ship will be a buzz with rumors of all sorts of things." He said jokingly.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 25, 2015 12:43:41 GMT -5
Anna heard that Irish accent well before she processed what he was saying. "Motherfuck." She groaned, and swung her elbow at the man who was shaking her, even if it was gently, awake. But then, her brain flipped on and she realized that even if he was trying to joke about it, it was very true and she still had to make that walk back to her room looking like she did.
Her hair was a god awful mess that she tried to push from her face but it didn't quite work that way, those black waves did what they wanted, not what she wanted. And she was crabby simply because it was morning and a little because it was strange waking up with someone. She had forgotten that she couldn't just lay there and be miserable in her head, but she wouldn't have traded that moment for anything, even if she was too sleepy to articulate it. She sat up and pulled the blanket off of him and wrapped it around herself and meant to smile or... something, to make up for cussing him and taking a swing at him so early but Anna couldn't help it and when she looked at him it was just a glare instead. A sleepy, puffy, wild, glare.
It took her a minute to stand, but she did and leaned over to peck a kiss on his cheek. "What do you have to do today?" Anna wasn't sure when she'd have any regular duties, or what they might be. She needed to scrounge up a few more supplies for herself while she had time, but her stomach growled. She picked up her jeans and shimmied into them but did not button them, the blanket almost falling off her shoulders, and found her boots. They dangled from one hand, the other holding the blanket around her while she watched him.
Crash leaned back from the flying elbow. She was a spitfire even when she just woke up. He simply chuckled at her as she moved around the room gathering her things.
He swung his legs off the bed and stood, squeezing by her to get at the mirror on the far wall.
"First things first, I'm getting some breakfast. After that I planned on going downstairs to the flight deck and giving Thunder a quick once over, once I'm sure my assault truck is ready for duty, I planned on going over you're truck and doing some minor maintenence on it. At some point today I'll get with scrapper about moving into my old quarters so we have an actual bed instead of a canvas cot. Unless you want to stay in your room?" He said as he examined his bandages. He looked over his left shoulder at her as he posed the question. He didn't know if she wanted to be stuck around his as 24/7 or keep her own quarters.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 25, 2015 13:22:05 GMT -5
Anna set her boots down in one of the chairs and reluctantly tossed the blanket back onto his cot, listening to him but not responding right away. She lightly, almost playfully even though her face still screamed grumpy, slapped his hands away from the bandages and, standing on her toes inspected them herself. They were probably still okay, but would need to be changed later. She picked at the edge of the tape holding the bandages on the backside of his shoulder to make sure it was still sticking. From behind him, she peeped around him and looked up at him in the mirror. "I'll change them and clean the wound for you later." Her voice was soft and still sleepy.
Anna's hands went from the bandage to his middle, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his back, breathing in the smell of him. Like sand and grease and the weird way the wool blanket smelled. When she finally answered him, she did it with her face smashed against him, her words muffled. She could fall back asleep that way. "I don't want to sleep alone."
Officer''s quarters it was then. He smiled at the feel of her buried into his back. He wondered if Scrapper really would throw a fit about it.
'I could always pull rank on him and remind him he is on MY ship.' Crash though sarcastically.
"Finished getting dressed and we can go get breakfast. It might not be the Ritz Carliton that you'received used to, but it beats going hungry" he said to the woman that was trying to tie herself around his waist.
He looked into his own purple hued eyes in the mirror and cracked a smirk
'Crash old boy, you're going to have yourself a good day' he jabbed at himself.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 25, 2015 15:29:22 GMT -5
"Any breakfast is better than no breakfast, and breakfast with me is better than any fancy breakfast." Anna joked, still leaning into him. She reluctantly let go and scooped up her boots and went to the door, opening it and peeping down the corridor before stepping out.
"I'll just be a minute. This doesn't take much upkeep." A grin and she closed the door behind her.
In her room, She changed the oversize shirt for the familiar, hooded gray sweater she loved so much. She tied the now relatively clean shemagh loosely around her neck and, looking in the little mirror she had, grunted at her reflection before working the knots quickly from her hair. This wasn't a fancy placed, but by gods it beat living in the back of a car, or out in the waste. Anna cut her thoughts off to lace up her boots, wondering if he was waiting outside already.
Crash took his time slipping on an old jumpsuit he had. He slowly worked it over his left shoulder then zipped it up and pulled on his boots. He grabbed his bandana and put it on then stepped out of his room and slammed his door. Then strode over to hers and leaned against the wall on his right shoulder and mockingly shouted "dammit woman you be holding up my breakfast now come on!" Giggling after he did it. He wonder if she was going to slug him for it or not.
Scrapper looked at the information he had written down on his spiral note pad. He frowned displeased at it, but they where the orders he had been given by the boss. He held the pa speaker microphone in his hand and flipped the power on. The speaker crackled for a moment then he spoke into the PA, it would broadcast through out the ship.
"Crash report to primary Vehicle Hanger in ten Minutes, bring the new ensign" Scrapper said into the microphone, he then paused "Make that fifteen if so required."
He deactivated the PA and headed toward the hanger.
When he arrived Thunderchild sat parked in it's bay. he looked around and didn't yet see the other two.
Good, he thought, he walked over to a beefy Pathfidner and handed him a folded piece of paper," Number 7," he said to the man. The man nodded and dissappeared into the ship's bowls.
"Grab your mask and strap on your guns and meet me at the stairs, I'm going to grab my revolvers. Also bring your truck keys. Sounds like Scrapper has a game for us." He said looking at the bewildered Anna.
With that he jogged back to his quarters and hastily strapped on his gun belt and tucked his revolvers in their holsters. He made it a point to make sure he grabbed any extra rounds he could find in a quick glance over his quarters then left for the stairs, slamming his door as he went.
"Bloody hell, I'm glad he is pulling this now and not last night." He muttered under his breath. He stood at the stairs, waiting for Anna to appear and praying Scrapper wasn't planning on any heavy hitting today.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 25, 2015 20:59:47 GMT -5
She did as instructed, slightly confused but Crash seemed to know what was up. She made a note to herself to add holsters that she liked better to her list of things she wanted to procure for herself. She seemed to need so many things now that she was back in the world of humans again. She threw her leather jacket on just in case and the truck keys were hastily thrown into one pocket, the mask in her hands as she pulled her door shut and jogged to the stairs.
"Ready." She said to Crash, but she wanted to ask what was going on. She had a feeling she'd find out soon enough anyway.
Crash just nodded to her as he headed downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. The hit the flight deck level and Crash made sure to keep a brisk pace. He found Scrapper right about where he figured, in front of his beloved tow truck.
"Oy, whats the deal. Boss got us a game or you finally decided to put the newb through her paces?" He asked the mfp officer.
Scrapper straightened up as Crash and Anna appeared. He heard Crash's question as he set the closed notebook on the driver's side front fender of the hulking Thunderchild.
Scrapper didn't answer Crash directly but the question was answered when he turned toward Anna.
"This is a level one scramble," he said as he pulled out a worn but working conductor's watch from a pocket," Crash will be your trainer. You have exactly Five minute head start of the Thunderchild , when I catch and stop your vehicle you lose housing prievlge for a month and have to use the barracks. If I also beat you to the finish line you will pull night security detail on the peremiter for a week."
Scrapper tipped his head down slightly in a look that Crash knew well, it was the look of don't expect this simple race to be easy. What was it Crash always said to Scrapper, oh yes, I always expect the other shoe to drop with you. Well this time it wasn't a shoe, it was a steel toed boot.
"Now before you think you can use that speed machine Lighting , you best think again.You will have to use Thunder to win this challenge, which I had the fuel tanks purged and now you only have half a tank to complete Course number 7 with."
Scrapper checked the watch before looking at them both as he clicked the watch," Your five minute head start has begun."
Last Edit: Nov 26, 2015 8:35:47 GMT -5 by Scrapper
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 26, 2015 10:27:49 GMT -5
Anna listened, confused, but apparently there was no time for a Q&A. Scrapper started the timer on her while her brain was still registering what in the messiest fuck was happening. The look he gave Crash made her wonder if she'd spend the rest of her nights, for all eternity on night watch and sleeping during lunch on a bunk. She wondered if there was even enough fuel for her to finish the race, and in spite of everything a half grin crept onto her face. If the odds were stacked against her, fine. She knew she was going to have to prove herself here, and she was used to failing, was superb at it in fact. Today would be interesting.
She looked to Crash and held out her hand, ready to roll. She'd figure everything else out along the way. "Where are the keys?"