[Taocow PBEM] Chapter XII - Through The Looking Glass Once
mightymartianca at gmail.com
Wed Jun 13 20:22:34 BST 2007
> > [GM]
> > "Looks like you'll meet my pa first! He's the one in the armored
> > truck!" he says proudly. "You better call him Major Pournelle. He's
> > on 'official' business as he calls it."
> > [/GM]
> With utmost discretion, Ted checks the counter on his rifle's e-clip.
> Should things turn ugly, he will be ready.
> Before the people arrive, Carlos will say to the boy, "Amigo, where
> exactly are we?"
"That town over there is Fort Peters." the boy said. "You're in the Kingdom
of Poughkeepsie. My pa says that it used to be part of a country or
state or somethin' called New York. It's so big it takes a day to ride from
here to Fort Wansom. I've never been there, but my friend Garth says
you can see the ruins of Old New York. I think he's probably lying, 'cause
I don't think he's been further than Miller's Pond. Here comes Pa! I hope
that lady friend of yours doesn't start a fight."
> Alex begins to slowly trundle towards the armored vehicle. While most of
> her life was spend in more southern climes than this one, she has
> trained extensively in winter environments and it does not really bother
> her. Her body armor would protect her in the arctic circle anyway. She
> simply hopes that this encounter does not go like several previous
> encounters had
Three of the riders surround Alex, while the other five move closer to the
rest of the company. The armored vehicle, a rather clunky-looking affair
that probably had its beginning as some sort of truck, has a battered
SAMAS rail-gun somewhat roughly attached to the roof. No one on
horses or in the vehicles is in any kind of uniform, though all have a
red bar pinned to their chest.
The door of the vehicle opens with a metalic scrape, and out hops a
tall, wide-shouldered man who must weigh at least two hundred and
fifty pounds, most of it muscle. He has an energy rifle strapped to
one shoulder, two pistols in holsters and a sword hanging from his
belt. He's wearing a wide-brimmed cowboy hat under which can be
glimpsed a thick head of black hair. His face is handsome and
chisseled, and there is wariness but no malice in his eyes.
He walks up to Alex, his hands at his sides. "I am Major René
Pournelle, head of the Poughkeepsie Watch." he says in a slight
Quebecois accent. "We saw you enter through... that entrance.
Who are you and what are you doing here, and how precisely did
you get here? I see you have injured, so I suggest we get over
these preliminaries quickly, so that we can get aid to them."
Aaron Clausen mightymartianca at gmail.com
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