Inchoations / Opening Scene (Atlan)

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Inchoations / Opening Scene (Atlan)

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Rifts Speed Tribes!

Inchoations & the Great Brouhaha
  • The start of a noisy confused disturbance in 68 P.A. (2354 A.D.)
  • 42 years prior to the creation of the Tomorrow Legion
  • Somewhere on old Highway 87 (Amarillo to Lubbock TX)

The cracked asphalt roadway wavered in the heat of the Texas badlands. On your (Hovercycle or Motorcycle) you cruise across the wastelands with purpose.

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Texas was simpler before the Coalition States decided to claim the region in late 68 P.A. (has not happened yet in our game). A post, post apocalyptic wasteland where gangs raged and traded goods and fought off each other and more often monsters that emerged from Rifts in space and time.

The oldest Speed Tribes of the badlands of Lone Star, or Old Texas, were mostly racing up and down the paved remains of Highway 87 (north - south) and Highway 20 (east - west). The old American state was referred to as either Lone Star or more often, the Texas Freelands.

No CS from the mid west were in the area, Texas was a sort of unofficial no mans land. Gangs, Comanche, and ancient ruins often occupied by demons and monsters, it was simple enough: live or die, kill or be killed, pray for freedom and find a tribe for safety. Ride Fast. Fight Hard. Stay Alive.

The entire region would soon be transformed by a epic discovery. That story is still to be told... I digress.

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A few moths ago an up and coming mercenary leader, Captain Sabre Lasar, had the foresight to convince several mercs/tribes of wanderers to join forces and beat down some supernatural monstrosities he called the
The Splugorth are an evil Lovecraftian-like inter-dimensional race of conquerors in the Palladium Rifts Megaverse roleplaying universe. Beings whom are malevolent and sadistic, enslavers and manipulators.
. You found yourself hitching up with the charismatic Captain Lasar and another esoteric mercenary named Hudson Blackwell. Lieutenant Blackwell was one of three lieutenants who worked for Lasar in the retaliation on the invading and slaving Splugorth. For the month you were working with the Lasar Mercs, you were assigned to Blackwell's platoon. During the month with Blackwell defending Texas from slavers you learned the Lieutenant was in fact a rare Black Dragon, originating from a far off dimension. Hudson, as he insisted you call him, shook your hand and thanked you after the mercenaries defeated the slavers and separated into smaller tribes of mercs. One of the nice finds, loot, you picked up while working with Lasar and Hudson was the vehicle/mount you now have.

Raging across the badlands you have run a few small jobs on your own. Now, roughly six months after the gathering Lasar put together, you have been contacted by Hudson Blackwell. While racing across the badlands over cracked and ruff asphalt a "magic" pigeon swirled across your view and started circling you with unreal speed as you rode. Stopping and eyeing the bird warily it suddenly spoke in perfect American.

"Greeting my old friend! It is I, Hudson! I could use a mercenary of your caliber right about now, someone I know I can trust. I got a job. It pays well. If you can, meet me at the Snake Pit in Crossroads. I'll introduce you to our client, Erin. Semper Celeritas"

You have been to the city of Crossroads before and know it is less than a days ride from where you are.

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Crossroads is a town with a regular population of just under 8000 and quite often up to another 2000 transient visitors at any given time. It is located near where pre-rifts Kernville used to be, and, for the Pecos Empire, is a relatively modern and safe community. The town gets its name for being in a geographical, center more or less, of the Pecos Empire.

Since it is relatively large, as empire towns go, and located centrally, it is a major trade center in the budding Empire.

Located in the Pecos Empire, the Lone Star State, the people of Texas have had very little contact with the East Coast including entities such as the Coalition States (CS), who most have heard of and most have never actually been in contact with. And absolutely no contact with the west which is cut off by the great barrier mountains with its dimensional anomalies.

Crossroads is a thriving community of artists and craftsmen. In addition to stage performances, primarily comedies and song and dance, and musical events, there is a full-time movie theater that offers a good selection of pre, and post rifts films. There are two dozen pawn shops, large and small, plus a handful of Shoppes that specialize in artifacts both pre, and post rift, and even alien artifacts. In addition to pottery, various knickknacks, customers can purchase and or commission objects of art such as paintings and sculptures or specialty items. Custom made saddles, saddlebags, boots with ornate unique designs, gang insignia etc. are in high demand among the Pecos bandits in the region. Over a dozen tattoo parlors also thrive in town.

A large Carnival has set up shop in the town of crossroads. There are gambling halls and sporting arenas that can seat up to 8000 people. Besides gambling, these halls provide a variety of entertainment in which the same manner as a saloon halls of the old wild west ones did.

There are even some red light districts with brothels, cockfighting and dogfighting and drug dens, houses of illusion, psychic experiences and a host of unique pastimes for a reasonable price. The local law-enforcement is mostly made up of a militia or basically a large gang well outfitted with weapons and armor. They are referred to as the City Guard.

Hover vehicle racing is a common occurrence and there are Juicer games. About the only thing that Crossroads draws a line at is actual blood sports, they are forbidden within city limits. All in all this could be considered a Las Vegas of the Pecos Empire.

The town is run by a board of commissioners. The Guard, or militia is made up of citizens and full-time freelance military forces. One perk of signing up with the militia is after two years you are given citizenship and a license to work in the city and have your own shop. It is illegal for unlicensed persons to set up businesses within the city, this does not in anyway affect independent mercenaries working in the area.

Roughly 30% of the population is human, another 8% are augmented humans such as cyborgs, juicers and crazies. The majority of Crossroads is made up of roughly 62% dimensional beings (D-Bee's). The commissioners for the city of Crossroads are currently starting a new project of building a wall around the city, although this may take several decades to complete.

One of the more famous bars within Crossroads is known as: the Snake Pit.


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Now you find yourself sitting at a table located in the seedy bar, the Snake Pit, waiting. A few drinks later the double doors to the bar swing open and you recognize your old Lieutenant.

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Literally the piano players stops playing, as everyone eyes the newcomer, then the music starts back up and murmurs and conversations carry on. Dressed in black leather pants, biker jacket and cap, Hudson grins and you recognize the dragons large golden dragon ring on his right hand. The evening darkens outside, silhouetted behind Hudson as he walks deeper into the bar after eyeing you. With night, the hot day starts to cool off. As the black dragon settles haphazardly into the seat across from you he smiles and before he can say anything a D-Bee bar maid, Harriette, an easy to look at mole-like humanoid female bustles up to the table and asks Hudson what his pleasure is.

"A refill for my mate and I'll have what he is having. Lace mine if you please."

Returning his attention to you, Hudson continues:

"It has been a second hasn't it mate. By the Dragon Kings of Tolkeen, so many stories to tell and we were only together a ... what five weeks or less!"


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PLAYER INSTRUCTIONS

To start out, you can recant (like an Interlude) a story of the time you spent being a mercenary working with Hudson and Captain Lasar fighting Splugorth and defending Texas from slavers! Feel free to embellish and make it a truly worthy of being a bar story tale.

After your post I will carry on with more narrative. Thanks and enjoy.
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Re: Inchoations / Opening Scene (Atlan)

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Atlan was off in his own world when the magic pigeon appeared and nearly fell of his ride. But the news of a new job was good news indeed. Blackwell always paid very well and never shorted them.

The ride back had him thinking about some of the jobs they had worked together with the guy. Sometimes he was willing to get in there and get his hands dirty with the rest of them and other times it was more like he was sending them out when he knew they could handle it.

Remembering the job that allowed Atlan to buy his armor got him thinking. The guys had all planned the job as a pretty easy escort. Some lady wanted a safe way out of Pecos and the team had pulled it. Somehow she could afford half the platoon just to get herself to safety. So when two squads and a couple of specialist showed up, no one really thought much of it.

But within no time things where showing signs of danger. The lady would stop on the side of the road to examine flowers for no reason. Or demand a break from sitting in the hover car, refusing to let it go a reasonable speed.

Each time she made one of these obscene request they would find out they barely missed falling into an ambush. She was some kind of mystic and her plan was to eventually make it all the way back to some tower she was originally from in the on the other side of the Mississipi.

But then the darklings came, like some sort of strange arcane devouring shadow beast. They were completly invulnerable to magic of any kind even the mystics, only the Cyber-Knight Falton and the vehicle weapons could actually hurt the things as they soaked up shots from the small arms like as if nothing more than the buzzing of flies.

Then out of nowhere in the middle of the battle Blackwell showed up like an avenging angel. We did not expect him or even think he knew where we where because we were so far behind schedule. But the dragon showed up in his full glory with a giant rail gun designed for hovor tanks mounted on his back and weilded it like an old aarmy vet as he started blasting away at the things.

Atlan like the others was terrified at first. But that was when he learned Blackwell was a dragon and learned to keep it hush. Only four of the men survived that one, and it was the only time Atlan had ever crossed the great river.

Heck more than one adventure never to forget.

Lars wrote: Wed Jun 10, 2020 6:58 pm "A refill for my mate and I'll have what he is having. Lace mine if you please."

Returning his attention to you, Hudson continues:

"It has been a second hasn't it mate. By the Dragon Kings of Tolkeen, so many stories to tell and we were only together a ... what five weeks or less!"
Speaking in his strange presice form of American Atlan nods a greating to his old boss and friend. "Thanks. It has been a while. I was just remeinicing about Lady Terrana and when you saved us from whatever those things hunting her where. Those where intersting times."

Before gettign to business the two chat and share stories for half an hour or so when finally Atlan asks. "So, what ius this job you have for me, will there be others I know on the mission, or just me?"

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PPE: 11/15
ISP: 10/10

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Re: Inchoations / Opening Scene (Atlan)

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@Atlan nice opening post! You have earned a bennie for that post.


Sounds of patrons drinking and eating in the bar, the Snake Pit, mingled with a cheap piano that played in the background.

Blackwell laughs “Lady Terrana. First time I revealed my true form if I recall. I wasn’t going to. But. Couldn’t loose you guys. And she was paying a lot. Heh.”

Leaning back in the chair Hudson glances around the Snake Pit before answering Atlan. It was still early. Most of the rowdy crowd will arrive soon though.

”In a few days at noon, we are meeting a bloke by the name of Desmond Bradford. He says some of his contractors were captured and he wants them back. Sounds like his men are working for the Coalition States. Says he was contracted to search for oil here in Texas and some bandits snagged a few of his men when they were traveling. He’s going to give us details and instructions. Claims he knows who has them and where they are, but doesn’t want to send in his mercs or ask the CS for help. Seems to think that would piss off his employers. Says these captured fellas have some vital company info on them. He’s offering 100k for the info and 20k per man rescued.”

Letting that soak in a moment Hudson goes on after a sip of his laced drink. Burps. Laughs and looks, a little pale.

”Gah. This drink is good. Now here is the fun part. Next appointment is with Erin Tarn who wrote that underground book the CS hates. Yeah. She’s in town. Wants to write another book. More of a first hand experience book. So she and some Lazlo dudes stroll into Texas and come across a group of guys claiming they have fled from the CS and a contractor company after finding something amazing. Some relic. They steal the details saying where it is and try to set up a buy. But it goes badly. Erin’s group try to save these blokes from some tribe of mercs but only Erin escapes the firefight. The guys with the details are captured and her Lazlo escort all killed. She contacted me, I met her few years ago, and wants to hire us to find these poor captured fellas and then rescue them. She’s interested in the information too but actually seems more worried about the dudes. We are meeting her at 2 in the afternoon, same day as Desmond.”

Grinning Hudson nods.

”One leads to the other. Now. Here’s how I wanna do this. We tell the guy Bradford we are down. No problem. Then we chat with Ms. Tarn and tell her we are down. We rescued the blokes and see what the relic is before deciding on how we play that. Lazlo has fronted 200 k for taking out the tribe, dead or alive and rescue of the men. I don’t know what tribe of mercs it is yet. But we will figure it. We collect on that then maybe collect with Bradford too. I for one am not keen on a CS presence in Texas though. Unless the relic is too juicy to let go.”

Raising his glass up as a toast to Atlan, Hudson says, ”Whatcha think?” Then the dragon flinches and looks around, before returning his smile to Atlan.

The front doors of the Snake Pit crash open and Hudson ducks.

“Sorry. Been a bit jumpy. Black cloud over my head. Anyway. I’ve reached out to several of the others from our battle with the spoogies days. Here’s to, riding fast, drinking lots, and swimming in credits!”

Carry on with conversation with Hudson if you like. (Be just a few days before I get group post up).
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• Jim - Sparkmort Zipwidget: Male Tinker Gnome Power Armor Ace
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• Murp - Rupetta Martin: Female Human MARS Merc Soldier (X-CS)
• Freemage - Lance: Male Dog Boy Techno-Warrior (Cyber[netic] Knight)
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  • Setrakian - Dragon Juicer - FoM Jungles (Retired)

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  • Valentine - NPC
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Re: Inchoations / Opening Scene (Atlan)

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Atlan listens as @Hudson explains the details of his the jobs that he has so far. Atlan is not ashamed to admit that it is a lot more creds than he has. "Hum, that is some serious credits. So what do you know about this Erin girl? The name sounds a little familiar, but I do not recall where from." The whole time he is talking he is fidgeting with his armor using his lower arms, making sure stuff is right.

After listening to that he asks. "What about the other guy. 'Bradford' ever work with him before? Do you think we can trust them, or should we go into this expecting a double cross, and be extra vigilant when we come out?" Gesturing with his dominant arms. "Don't get me wrong, I need the cash for some plans and I really want to get some upgrades to this helmet, so I am in. I just want to know whatever I can before we head out."

Bennies:
Wounds: 0/3
Fatigue: 0/2

PPE: 11/15
ISP: 10/10

Gadgeteers Used: 1/4
Gadget PPE
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  2. Force Field (deflection) 8/8
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