Rifts - DMH - Camp Union
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"Vi dont get too cocky...we got a fight ahead of us" Megana spoke with caution...
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Vi squares her shoulders and calls out to Nate, “You need training. After this hunt, those Dogboys are gonna think they can outdo us. Time to prove ’em wrong. Step up.”
Nate exhales, nods once, and trudges off with Adam, who’s already clapping him on the back and muttering encouragement like he’s trying to ignite a spark before the storm does.
Megana shoots Vi a look. “Don’t get cocky. We’ve got a real fight ahead.” Her tone isn’t scolding, yet more like a seasoned warrior reminding another that confidence and recklessness are cousins.
Breakfast chatter flares back to life as everyone finishes eating and starts layering up for the brutal cold. The meal sits warm and heavy in their stomachs, the kind of food meant to fuel a battle. Warriors split into their hunting groups while Adam, now officially named war chief by Chief Crystal Rock, steps forward and begins lining everyone up with crisp authority. He lifts a stone axe overhead, grinning at Dusty, Vi, and Megana. “You three are with me.”
Soon, two dozen warriors push out of camp and into the blinding storm. Snow lashes sideways, turning the world into a white blur. The APC is buried again and everyone immediately digs in, hacking and shoveling until the tires and doors emerge from the drifts. A three‑foot crown of snow still sits on the roof like a mocking hat.
Dusty lifts a hand, and the windshield clears itself in a single sweep of invisible force. "Nice when the wind listens,” he laughs, popping open the back port. Tribal warriors pile inside, wide‑eyed at the warmth and strange comforts. Even Vi and Megana pause, remembering how good it feels to be inside something that isn’t made of hide, wood, bone, or prayer.
Dusty hands Megana the driver’s seat, knowing she’s better in whiteout conditions. Adam stands behind him, bracing himself as the APC rumbles awake. He points toward the storm‑shrouded horizon. “We cross the river first. Cold enough now that the ice won’t crack, even with all of us aboard. The den should be two miles past that, near the sandstone caves.”
As the APC lurches forward, young Nate keeps sneaking glances at Vi. They're quick, nervous, almost hopeful.
If he’s got a crush, then he picked the worst possible day for it.
Nate exhales, nods once, and trudges off with Adam, who’s already clapping him on the back and muttering encouragement like he’s trying to ignite a spark before the storm does.
Megana shoots Vi a look. “Don’t get cocky. We’ve got a real fight ahead.” Her tone isn’t scolding, yet more like a seasoned warrior reminding another that confidence and recklessness are cousins.
Breakfast chatter flares back to life as everyone finishes eating and starts layering up for the brutal cold. The meal sits warm and heavy in their stomachs, the kind of food meant to fuel a battle. Warriors split into their hunting groups while Adam, now officially named war chief by Chief Crystal Rock, steps forward and begins lining everyone up with crisp authority. He lifts a stone axe overhead, grinning at Dusty, Vi, and Megana. “You three are with me.”
Soon, two dozen warriors push out of camp and into the blinding storm. Snow lashes sideways, turning the world into a white blur. The APC is buried again and everyone immediately digs in, hacking and shoveling until the tires and doors emerge from the drifts. A three‑foot crown of snow still sits on the roof like a mocking hat.
Dusty lifts a hand, and the windshield clears itself in a single sweep of invisible force. "Nice when the wind listens,” he laughs, popping open the back port. Tribal warriors pile inside, wide‑eyed at the warmth and strange comforts. Even Vi and Megana pause, remembering how good it feels to be inside something that isn’t made of hide, wood, bone, or prayer.
Dusty hands Megana the driver’s seat, knowing she’s better in whiteout conditions. Adam stands behind him, bracing himself as the APC rumbles awake. He points toward the storm‑shrouded horizon. “We cross the river first. Cold enough now that the ice won’t crack, even with all of us aboard. The den should be two miles past that, near the sandstone caves.”
As the APC lurches forward, young Nate keeps sneaking glances at Vi. They're quick, nervous, almost hopeful.
If he’s got a crush, then he picked the worst possible day for it.
"I plan to live forever. Or die trying..." Vila - Blakes 7
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Re: Rifts - DMH - Camp Union
Vi looks around all the fighters," well sense we are walking into a lions den , I do suggest that the inexperienced of yall be i. The center while the more experience fights be upfront . But I want first crack at that fucking dog boy."
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Megana hops into the driver seat buckles up as she turns on the apc's engines and wait for everyone to settle in and be ready for anything. "Let me know when everyone is settled in"
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Vi addresses the warriors, "Well, since we're walking into a lion's den, I do suggest that the inexperienced of yall be in the middle while the more experienced fighters be up front. I want first crack at that fucking dog boy."
Megana hops into the driver seat, buckles up and waits for everyone to settle in. "Let me know when everyone is ready."
Dusty looks around as Adam calls out, "The dogman is the new girl's! You save him for her!"
The back hatch closes as Dusty taps Megana's seat, "We're good to go!"
Megana hops into the driver seat, buckles up and waits for everyone to settle in. "Let me know when everyone is ready."
Dusty looks around as Adam calls out, "The dogman is the new girl's! You save him for her!"
The back hatch closes as Dusty taps Megana's seat, "We're good to go!"
"I plan to live forever. Or die trying..." Vila - Blakes 7
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Megana nods and begins to drive the apc towards the frozen river as she keeps concentration on where their going and surrondings
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Vi sits quietly and tries to meditate as they travel .
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Megana guides the APC toward the frozen river, jaw tight, eyes scanning every drift and shadow. Vi, in contrast, sits with her eyes shut, trying to meditate through the tension. Halfway across, the ice groans under the machine’s weight, sharp pops echo beneath them, but the ice holds.
On the far bank, Megana and Dusty both spot the familiar tree they once climbed. “Stop here,” Dusty says, sniffling as he leans forward. “We know the pack is southwest of this point. We need to slip in, hit them hard, and thin their numbers. Wolves understand revenge. The fewer left alive, the safer we’ll be.”
Adam raises a brow. “You’ve spent time out in the wild?”
Megana remembers that he has. Dusty was the Fort Hammer hermit, the fur trapper who lived half-feral on the outskirts. He never traded wolf pelts, though. Dusty pulls his fur hat back on, earflaps down. “Let’s see if we can find tracks.”
Megana peers through the windshield. Visibility is awful; maybe fifty feet across the river, a hundred at best under the trees. Nothing moves except the blowing snow, swirling in restless sheets.
On the far bank, Megana and Dusty both spot the familiar tree they once climbed. “Stop here,” Dusty says, sniffling as he leans forward. “We know the pack is southwest of this point. We need to slip in, hit them hard, and thin their numbers. Wolves understand revenge. The fewer left alive, the safer we’ll be.”
Adam raises a brow. “You’ve spent time out in the wild?”
Megana remembers that he has. Dusty was the Fort Hammer hermit, the fur trapper who lived half-feral on the outskirts. He never traded wolf pelts, though. Dusty pulls his fur hat back on, earflaps down. “Let’s see if we can find tracks.”
Megana peers through the windshield. Visibility is awful; maybe fifty feet across the river, a hundred at best under the trees. Nothing moves except the blowing snow, swirling in restless sheets.
"I plan to live forever. Or die trying..." Vila - Blakes 7
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Vi opens her eyes ," want me to come with ?? Or you want Adam with you?" Vi points to the big guy .
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"So whats the plan dusty. "Megana side eyes the old man waiting for answers