The expedition is driving south on the road, when they see a cloud of dust appearing. After a quick call to the tactician, they decide to prepare for the worst, and form a devensive line with the vehicles. Not a moment to early, as a truck appears from the north. It is painted bright yellow, and comes to a slipping stop. On top of what was once a fuel tank are now three mounted turrets, one of which features a launcher of some sorts instead of the machinegun that is welded on the others. Only the frame of the tank is still standing, and inside is a collection of random chairs, all are occupied by armed people holding on to the frame.
The driver gets out of the truck and eyes you for a moment.
"Who are you?"
"We come from the bunkers in the north, and are in search of people that survived. We can help each other, I suggest we combine our efforts to escape this blasted city, or make it liveable."
"I see. Give me a moment, while I relay details to the HQ."
The driver gets into the truck and starts talking in a radio system. Suddenly, red lights start flashing on the truck and a siren rips the silence. Before anyone can react, the raiders have opened fire.
(For full effect, start imagining Mortal Combat theme song right now.)
The raiders attack first, having the element of surprise! Luckily, they only manage to deal minor damage, and the rocket launched from the turret misses!
The combined forces of the expedition don't do much either, as they are mostly busy wondering what just happened.
Raidermade stuff apparently isn't very high quality, as the second rocket flies off into the scenery, and one of the machineguns overheats and explodes!
The minigun mounted on the buggy does its work, and so does the rifle in the hands of the sharpshooter. One raider is ripped open by a hail of bullets, while another makes a backward somersault when the bullet lodges itself in the poor man's brains.
The raiders, seeing you are not the poor fighters they thought you were, start fleeing!
A salvo from the minigun kills another raider, while a crossbow bolt splits the head of the rocket launcher guy! Not that he was worth the effort, with his skills.
As the truck disappears in the distance, you hear a voice over the radio saying: "You better brace yourselves, bitches. We'll come back."
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Topic: TBS Experiment: New Hope Survival (Turn 10) (Read 8718 times)