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Authors: Dave Rowlands
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relay stations, safe havens no more than a couple of hours apart by foot where any envoys from either faction can easily hide inside and barricade while waiting for help that was easily summoned by the many flares kept within each. Each station, Viking told us, had been built to last. A large enough horde would obliterate them, naturally, but with the armed patrols of Imperial Guard and Mech-Techs spreading out from each settlement along all of the major routes on a daily basis the number of Dead was kept to a minimum.
We spoke with Ginger up at Coober's Nest as well, though all he really wanted to know was when Scout was coming home. She assured him that she'd be heading out soon enough, another day or two at the most, then she'd see about acquiring a vehicle. There were enough of them still around the place, some needing only a little work in order to get them running again. They hadn't all been commandeered for the patchwork wall.
The real surprise was hearing from The Smart Couple. They'd found the place they had been searching for, they told us, and were now completely secure. There was a hint of glee in Smart Guy's voice when he said it, too. Smart Girl implied that there were people there that we needed to speak to, but they were unwilling to speak over the radio. We'd encounter them in time, though.
Then, there was The Colonel. She and her men had found the AR-18 facility easily enough, securing it had been simple as well, in fact unnecessary. Her remaining troops had secured the surface approach as the sub-surface rail network was guarded more than adequately. The Colonel told us that someone was with her that wanted to speak with Apocalypse Girl, who promptly snatched the radio from my grasp and switched it off angrily. She would say no more than before, just that she would prefer not to go there unless it was unavoidable.
noon
Butler led the way to the dais that had been rigged next to the giant shiny balls standing one atop the other in the centre of what had once been a reasonably large commercial district. Whoever the current Ball-polisher was, I mused, was doing a fantastic job keeping the fuckers shiny. The Queen awaited, dressed as always in the same skimpy outfit she had worn on New Year's Eve with a pair of sturdy jeans beneath and a large pair of boots. Her blonde mane flowed behind her as she stood regally, surveying the crowd of several hundred of her subjects that stood before her. More flocked to the stage as we climbed up, Butler leading the rest of us that had braved the depths of the Dead and Ghoul infested shopping centre that lay only a few hundred metres away.
The Queen made some speech about our bravery, heroism blah blah fucking blah. It was a job that needed doing, and that is my final word about it. Her Majesty, on the other hand, kept on about it for nearly an hour, practically gushing when talking about the many Dead that fell to my blade. The applause that met her proclamation that I was to be named Champion of Adelaide and was reasonably thunderous and when I was expected to make my own speech, all I could think to do was tell the crowd that all I did was what I saw was necessary to help out, and that everybody else needed to do the same thing. Whether that be providing food for people, or shelter, or simply clobbering every Dead you see.
evening
After a relaxing afternoon spent listening to some of the music that Deathwish had brought out with him, the first time we had actually had the time to do so since the early days at The Commune, really, Apocalypse Girl and I went to dinner with The Queen. Roast chicken tonight, cooked to perfection, as always seemed to be the case here.
The Queen wanted to know all about our incursion into the shopping centre. Every detail, no matter how trivial, fascinated her and Apocalypse Girl's incredibly vivid description of the corruption that had infested the Dead-napping
We spoke with Ginger up at Coober's Nest as well, though all he really wanted to know was when Scout was coming home. She assured him that she'd be heading out soon enough, another day or two at the most, then she'd see about acquiring a vehicle. There were enough of them still around the place, some needing only a little work in order to get them running again. They hadn't all been commandeered for the patchwork wall.
The real surprise was hearing from The Smart Couple. They'd found the place they had been searching for, they told us, and were now completely secure. There was a hint of glee in Smart Guy's voice when he said it, too. Smart Girl implied that there were people there that we needed to speak to, but they were unwilling to speak over the radio. We'd encounter them in time, though.
Then, there was The Colonel. She and her men had found the AR-18 facility easily enough, securing it had been simple as well, in fact unnecessary. Her remaining troops had secured the surface approach as the sub-surface rail network was guarded more than adequately. The Colonel told us that someone was with her that wanted to speak with Apocalypse Girl, who promptly snatched the radio from my grasp and switched it off angrily. She would say no more than before, just that she would prefer not to go there unless it was unavoidable.
noon
Butler led the way to the dais that had been rigged next to the giant shiny balls standing one atop the other in the centre of what had once been a reasonably large commercial district. Whoever the current Ball-polisher was, I mused, was doing a fantastic job keeping the fuckers shiny. The Queen awaited, dressed as always in the same skimpy outfit she had worn on New Year's Eve with a pair of sturdy jeans beneath and a large pair of boots. Her blonde mane flowed behind her as she stood regally, surveying the crowd of several hundred of her subjects that stood before her. More flocked to the stage as we climbed up, Butler leading the rest of us that had braved the depths of the Dead and Ghoul infested shopping centre that lay only a few hundred metres away.
The Queen made some speech about our bravery, heroism blah blah fucking blah. It was a job that needed doing, and that is my final word about it. Her Majesty, on the other hand, kept on about it for nearly an hour, practically gushing when talking about the many Dead that fell to my blade. The applause that met her proclamation that I was to be named Champion of Adelaide and was reasonably thunderous and when I was expected to make my own speech, all I could think to do was tell the crowd that all I did was what I saw was necessary to help out, and that everybody else needed to do the same thing. Whether that be providing food for people, or shelter, or simply clobbering every Dead you see.
evening
After a relaxing afternoon spent listening to some of the music that Deathwish had brought out with him, the first time we had actually had the time to do so since the early days at The Commune, really, Apocalypse Girl and I went to dinner with The Queen. Roast chicken tonight, cooked to perfection, as always seemed to be the case here.
The Queen wanted to know all about our incursion into the shopping centre. Every detail, no matter how trivial, fascinated her and Apocalypse Girl's incredibly vivid description of the corruption that had infested the Dead-napping
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