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Post by Orca on Mar 19, 2007 15:40:58 GMT -5
Fabrizio took a moment to glance off in the direction their attackers had disappeared in. Secretly, he hoped against hope that was the last they had seen of them. However, in the same sense, he had an idea that it wouldn't be.
"We shall," he said, and then, deciding that was too somber, he added with a small grin, "with haste."
Though somewhat haltingly, the now dented and scuffed Vector made his way back onto the street. It felt good to have level road under his tires again, and he suspected he would feel even better once he got some fresh Premium into his system.
((This just came to me. How about in the time frame between now and tonight, we shift perspective onto the tuners as they regroup? I have some ideas to make their involvement a little more dynamic.))
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 21, 2007 13:10:28 GMT -5
(((((OOC: Sorry... I just needed to catch up on some sleep that I missed... But yeah, that would expand on the storyline a little bit... Let's do that...))))))
Rosa nodded and drove in silence the rest of the way to the next town. She needed sleep after that fight, because even if she had gotten the least amount of damage (some of her side spikes were just a little bit bent), she was worn out. But something else was bothering her.
Had she done the right thing by driving her spikes into those tuners that attacked Fabrizio and herself?
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Bruno sat rubbing his dented fender. It was sore from being sent into that pole when he tried to attack that Probe. Even though he wasn't the one to think very much on plans, the Bronco was thinking up ways to get back at her for doing that to him. Either way, the Probe would pay dearly.
StrikeZone was even worse. The spikes that had been driven into his fender hurt horribly and he wasn't in the best of shape right now. Something vital inside him must've been damaged and it looked as if he wasn't going to go anywhere or do anything anytime soon. Of course, he too, was seething and wanting revenge.
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Post by Orca on Mar 22, 2007 8:18:39 GMT -5
Castor was akin to as far as damage went. He would need some medical attention to weld together the ribbons of metal that had been his right, aft quarterpanels.
The RSX sat off to the side in the dusty, dingey old warehouse. Their headquarters wasn't as elaborate as that of larger, more powerful gangs. But it would suit their needs for now.
Archer was the only one still in motion. He paced erraticly, occasionally muttering to himself. Sometimes he would stop and look at the injuries his comrades had sustained, and shake his hood as if in disgust.
This went on for a good fifteen minutes. Finally, the 240SX came to a complete stop, turning to face the others. His expression was calm while tense, as were his words. "I think we're all agreed. We underestimated our quarry today."
((Basically, the idea I have with Archer is that he is a secretly-ambitious sort. So, in this case, he's looking for reason to seize temporary control, with Strike out of the picture due to him needing to recover. And, if you didn't have anything in mind, I could start drafting ideas as to what these guys call themselves.))
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 22, 2007 13:19:17 GMT -5
"Yeah," Bruno nodded, "That one with the spikes is going to get it. She hurt Strike and Castor."
Strike was only about half-asleep when he heard his name mentioned. The pain from the spike wounds were intense and he bit his tongue to keep himself from crying out. He listened quietly to the conversation of the others, yet he was a bit suspcious of Archer. That tuner was always looking for ways to take temporary control of the gang. Strike had to keep a close eye on Archer, just to make sure he wouldn't try anything, but right now, he wasn't in any position to prevent Archer from taking over.
(((((OOC: Heh... and Bruno would just about follow anyone who's in charge, even if it's Archer. And yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing what ideas you have for these guys.)))))
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Post by Orca on Mar 22, 2007 13:42:11 GMT -5
"We will make an example out of both of them," Archer went on, half thinking out loud, half addressing the others. "I don't know exactly how just yet, but we've never let anyone who has trespassed on our turf get away victorious. I do not intend for this to be the first time."
Castor also listened in. As far as smarts went, he had more to pull from than Bruno. He was definately subordinate, but he had never been partial to Archer's presence. The 240SX was a good fighter and could keep his cool; his biggest flaw was focusing too much on the big picture, on what the gang could be rather than what it is.
Many gangs vyed for this dozen square miles of territory. Many gangs were larger and more organized than their rag-tag band. They held onto it with all possible vigilence.
That didn't matter. The RSX's loyalties were to StrikeZone.
"You do not intend?" Castor repeated, looking dubious despite his own pains. Slowly, he stood up. "I don't seem to remember hearing Strike say you were in charge."
"He doesn't have to say as such, Cast," Archer growled, "It's common sense, and how the chain of command works. He is incapacitated, and in that event, the second most experienced subordinate attains command. You may not like it, but there's no getting around the fact that I have more street experience than you and Bruno put together."
He turned back to look at the semi-comatose Talon. "It's about time we made a statement: that this patch of desert is ours and no one has the means to take it from us, no matter how superior their numbers may be. And unless I heard wrong, that was the same motto we had last I checked."
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 23, 2007 13:20:41 GMT -5
"Yeah," Bruno readily agreed, "Let's go show these tresspassers that we're not gonna let them take what is ours. It belongs to us. And we can teach them a lesson that they'd never forget because they hurt two or our own."
Strike's eyes widened. He had never heard Bruno use that many words in a single paragraph before or give a certain situation much thought. He was in serious pain, but he just had to say something just to try to set Archer straight.
"...A-Archer..." he broke in, his voice strained, "...Don't go trying' to go over my hood here... you don't know what these two tresspassers are capable of... especially that Probe with the spikes... I've seen her fight before... and she's very vicious..."
He shuddered and sank down on his frame, giving in to the pain of his injuries. Strike knew that Archer might question his leadership abilities with this sad attempt to remain in control of the gang.
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Post by Orca on Mar 24, 2007 9:05:38 GMT -5
"No offense, but I've seen enough of their combat skills to make an educated guess, Strike," Archer replied fluently, gazing at his incapacitated leader with a mix of pity and (perhaps) disgust. His voice practically dripped with confidence.
"Vicious though she may be, I saw the way she came to her friend's aid when she had given you and Bruno the slip. All I am asking for is the opportunity to prove that no matter what her defenses, there is a way to make her answer for venturing through our land."
"Have you forgotten she's one of the DRH?" Castor spoke up again. He managed to stiffly make his way over to stand at StrikeZone's side. Technically, Archer was the newest addition to their little following. His experience surpassed everyone else's here, but the RSX had been with Strike since the gang was founded.
"Have you thought about what could happen if they learned that Probe has become a target to a rival gang? They'd crush us within a week."
"Aren't you tired of living such a down-trotted life? Of existing in other gangs' shadows?" The confidence was still there. "We don't even have to make a big deal of it. We fly under the radar, and make our move only when we know we have every advantage at our disposal. Keep things very hush-hush."
He turned to another tactic. "Besides trespassing, Bruno, don't you want them to pay for the damage they've caused you? Strike? Cast?"
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 25, 2007 13:00:03 GMT -5
(((((OOC: Okay, I'm not really feeling up to making long posts today...)))))
Bruno thought hard, but the only answer he could come up with was, "Yeah. I want them to pay. Let's teach them a lesson."
StrikeZone sighed, wincing at the pain that his injuries were causing him, "You're making a big mistake, Archer... If the DRH find out... they'll turn us into scrap metal..."
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Post by Orca on Mar 26, 2007 5:44:35 GMT -5
((That's all right. And I've come up with at least one prospective name for these guys: Road [or Route 66] Renegades.))
"Key word being 'if'," Archer said easily, "The mistake has not been made until it has been found to be an error. And I'm confident this will all be settled within the month."
Deciding he wasn't doing much to reassure the Talon, he added, "It won't be just me and Cast going after them, Strike. You know as well as I there are one or two long-distance connections we could take advantage of."
Though only four were constantly present in their western New Mexico turf, their gang numbered a total of eight if you included those who kept a low profile elsewhere in the country.
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 26, 2007 9:24:36 GMT -5
Strike knew about the long-distance connection that were part of the Road Renegades. Most of them kept a low profile so they wouldn't be bothered by the police. Yet, one of them was his own cousin, Krystal, whom he knew would be furious if she heard what happened to his part of the gang. She would definately have to be notified, and knowing her personality, she would rain down fury upon the two tresspassers, especially that Probe.
"The one who should be notified is Krystal..." said Strike, shaking slightly with annoyance at Archer's confidant tone, "She'll handle the tresspassers on her end and she won't let up... Just tell her what had happened and she'll definately help..."
Krystal, he also knew, wouldn't take no scrap from any insubordinate members of the gang, so it would be pretty tricky for Archer to take total control.
(((((OOC: Krystal is StrikeZone's younger cousin and also an Eagle Talon, but has a pealescent white paintjob with dark blue pinstriping along her sides. She'd be another one of my characters, yet she would also probably be an NPC.)))))
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Post by Orca on Mar 26, 2007 13:20:16 GMT -5
"I'll be sure to let her know. I'd be stupid not to." Archer wasn't perturbed by the mention of Krystal. In fact, he was counting on her aggression to help him succeed in this goal.
Contrary to what the others may think, the 240SX wasn't going off on some blind power romp. He wasn't out to show was a wholly incapable leader. He was just vying to show he was smarter than the lower ranks, than cars like Bruno (too clueless to know good direction from bad) and Castor (too thoughtful to deter from the norm). He wasn't meant to be insubordinate.
He was sick of the Renegades being rolled over by all their rivals. In a way, he was trying to instill a feeling of confidence in his fellow Renegades; they were just as hardcore a gang as they were before any of those showboaty newcomers moved in. It would just take a little feather-ruffling to do prove it.
"I also have a freelancer in mind. It would be suicide for any of us to tail our targets, now that they know what we look like. I'll arrange for them to meet up with Krystal in the next major Route 66 city, and they'll keep an eye on our quarry until further notice."
His business-like tone softened as he added more gently, "I would trust this to her entirely, Strike, but you of all people know she can be a little impulsive and act before she thinks."
((By freelancer I mean an individual tuner for hire. Archer would know a few, as he used to be of that sort.))
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 26, 2007 21:06:33 GMT -5
Strike glowered. He didn't like it when Krystal was insulted like that. If Archer had said that in front of her, she wouldn't have let him live. But the thought of a freelancer that would keep an eye on the Probe and the Vector was interesting news.
"Who do you know...?" asked the Talon.
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Post by Orca on Mar 27, 2007 5:32:06 GMT -5
Archer sensed the pause in reply. Castor was also looking on with supicion. He'd have to make this explanation good.
"I was thinking Laverne could do this for us, as he owes me a favor from way back," he replied, suddenly feigning casual interest in the ceiling, "He may not be the best when its comes to fighting, but given the situation, he'd be able to keep up with our targets easily, no questions asked."
He looked directly into his leader's gaze to convey what he meant. "Krystal, if she's so inclined, can be permitted to do the dirty work. We just need someone who's able to follow these folks without drawing attention to themselves in the equation."
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 27, 2007 9:37:16 GMT -5
Strike was beginning to think that Archer's plan may work, but was still a bit unsure if this was the 240SX's plan to overthrow him in the leadership of the Renegades. He squared himself as best he could despite his injuries and looked back at Archer.
"If you say that this Laverne will follow those two, tabs should be kept on them so we know where they're going, what they're doing, and what they're saying..." said the Talon, "I want to know everything there is to know about them... This information will be very useful and to our advantage..."
(((((OOC: Back to Rosa and Fabrizio yet?)))))
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Post by Orca on Mar 27, 2007 15:11:15 GMT -5
((Almost.))
"He'll watch them for as long as we need him to," Archer moved in, sensing StrikeZone was starting to see more of the big picture. "The best case scenario is that he manages to track them all the way to their destination. While you guys get yourselves patched up, he and Krystal would be your eyes and ears."
Castor's expression remained stern. "I'll go with whatever Strike decides on," he said with finality.
Archer looked shrewdly at his leader. "I wouldn't suggest this audacious idea if I didn't think we had a chance of pulling it off. You've still got the final say, as you will in the event of my punishment in the case that the plan fails."
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