Post by The Rising Dragon on Jul 31, 2011 13:40:30 GMT -5
"Works for me!" Rua said, already climbing back into the junker APC. The front loading ramp folded up as the engine started up, and it quickly roared to life--while the machine was undoubtedly old, it sounded as if it had been kept in good condition.
Post by Steinerman on Nov 27, 2011 20:31:27 GMT -5
The arrival of the other Hospitallers made moving the bike a trivial matter, to say the least. Michael was actually quite positive that Nicole could have lifted the entire thing by herself, with the help of her arm. But he hadn't wanted to give away the fact that she had such a device. So the group worked together to lift up the machine and carefully scoot it into the back of the Humvee.
From there, they quickly loaded up into the vehicles, with Nicole manning the gun and two of the other soldiers carefully riding along on top, to make room for the extra passengers. "We'll lead the way to the convoy," Michael called loudly to Rua, "If you see any sign of bandits nearby, give us a shout."
A moment later the Humvee slowly picked up speed and headed off towards the highway and the rest of the Order Convoy.
Post by The Rising Dragon on Nov 28, 2011 5:54:20 GMT -5
Rua doubted that they'd encounter anything this far out. The smarter gangs would've seen the convoy's approach and would've known to stay the hell away--Stamarian military was nothing if not efficient. He'd seen before how quickly a single patrol on the road had dispatched a marauding biker gang. It had only taken ten minutes, and in that ten minutes, every single rider had been shot or flayed open on a blade rifle. The corpses had been piled and set aflame with gas from their own bikes.
He was certain he wasn't the only one to have witnessed such feats on the road.
Relayia settled down on his shoulder, gripping onto his cape tightly with her little claws as he gunned the junker's engine and followed after the humvee, turning the APC about to follow them down the dusty trail and back to the highway.
A little over forty-five minutes later, Michael and Sergeant Adams watched Rua's APC head back off into the desolate wastes.
"Interesting kid," Uban remarked causally as he leaned against one of the Humvees.
"Quite." Michael agreed with half-smile. "Knight Dragonheart's brother, searching for the Guyana Prospect. Intriguing, to say the least."
Uban gave his friend a long look, "You hope he finds it, don't you." He stated bemusedly.
Michael shrugged, "I enjoy history of all kinds, it would be a magnificent find. And if he so happens as to hit a flat tire and call for our aid, I might just get to see it." He answered lightly. "Not that I wish him harm, mind you." He added on hastily. "It's just that I'd like to see it, if it doesn't inconvenience anyone."
Uban chuckled but nodded along all the same. "You? Wishing somebody harm? How's that phrase of yours go?" He questioned. "'Light Forbid'? That sounds right."
He glanced back at the APC's dust-trail. "Still, interesting kid. I just hope this is the most eventful part of our trip, I don't want any more weird guests."