Lexie

Lexie smiled at Karelia, she had the experience that if you smile to someone unknown, he might hesitate to kill you for just the second you need to try to escape..

"Well a cigarrette would be great, if you can spare one....oh and I have a contribution as well!" She took out a bottle of whisky from her pack..

"I ...I kinda like whisky..." she mumbled.."For medical reasons of course..but..ah nevermind!"

Lexie lit the cigarrette Karelia handed her and inhaled the smoke, looking very content


"Hmm I probably didn't introduce myself very well..I'm Lexie Grey, but don't ask me where I'm from, because I don't know..ehh don't remember, all I know is that I once lived in a vault....somewhere!"

Karelia

Karelia found that while she felt a bit sorry for Lexie and her apparent amnesia, she was also jealous. Jet provided a temporary relief from her constant struggles, but nothing as permanent or therapeutic as pure forgetfulness. Karelia found her mind wandering, thinking about how different she might be if her past had all been forgotten.

Too bad it's all still there.

She tossed her cigarette butt to the ground and stamped it out with her foot.

"I can't imagine what's takin' so long," she began, "I swear this guy was just waiting for us when we first came in, now I guess nobody can find him."

She wondered if she should crawl back under the gate before Gale did come.

Autumn

She appraised the young woman who'd stopped her. Hannah, that was her name. "I'll-" Autumn barely finished the syllable; she turned to see her father approaching through the alley. "He's here." She said instead to Hannah.
Gale strode toward them, his shotgun slung over his shoulder, carrying Autumn's bolt-action rifle in his left hand.

Karelia

She was confused for a very short moment when she heard a high-pitched 'ping' from the gate behind her. She suddenly understood when she heard the report of a rifle in the distance. Someone had fired at them and missed.

"Get down!" she said to Lexie and Jonathan. She crouched behind the refrigerator machine and loaded a magazine into her rifle.

"You both have guns, right?" It seemed like a dumb question as soon as she asked. Who traveled the wastes without a weapon?

Lexie

Lexie jumped when she heard the ping..and did not hesitate when Karelia shouted at her to get down, she immediately hid herself behind the refrigerator

A gun? Oh jeez, I forgot...

"N..no...I don't have a gun" she said "anymore" she continued whispring

Jonathan Guntherson

"Get down!" Karelia shouted all of a sudden as she and Lexie dove behind Frigerizer Z. Jonathan took one last sip of his beer with a raised eyebrow.
"Down? Why do y..." His question was cut off by a fountain of dust erupting at his feet.
"Yikes!" He muttered as he joined the two women.

"You both have guns, right?" Karelia said, already loading her own. It hadn't been a question, more like a statement. Lexie reluctantly admit that she did not, while Jonthan patted a bulge under his tattered labcoat with a grin.
"Why, I do have one. A fine weapon, one as lethal as the finger pulling the trigger." He boasted, pulling out the tiny .38 pistol as a pair of rounds impacted the bulk of the mobile refrigerator. In an instant, Jonathan's grin was gone, replaced by a scowl of pure rage.

"MY BABY!! YOU DARE TO HURT MY BABY?!!!" He roared, leaping out of cover and pointing his pistol in the general direction of the wastelands. He hadn't actually figured out yet where exactly the shots were coming from or who was shooting but at the moment, he didn't care.
"No one hurts FRIGERIZER Z and gets away with it! NO ONE!" He yelled and pulled the trigger. The answer was the sound of a hammer tapping an empty chamber, and a bullet taking off the man's hat.

Jonathan's anger had vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
"Oh, well that could have gone better. So umm...hi, mind if I join you two again?" He mumbled as he got back behind cover. He looked at his hat lying on the ground and sighed.
"So much for a perfect day."

Karelia

And I thought I was crazy. she thought to herself, wondering how she got into this situation. Her only help wasn't really much help at all. A girl with no weapon, and a crazy man with a useless one. She did genuinely like them both, though, despite their shortcomings. She just hoped they'd all live to laugh about it in a few minutes.

She rested her rifle on top of the machine and took a quick look at their opponents. Raiders. Nasty, disgusting, vile, raiders. She fired a shot and one fell to the ground, but the return fire forced her to get completely behind cover again.

Karelia pulled a pistol from her belt. She held the barrel, extending the handle to Lexie, who crouched beside her.

"If they get close," she explained. They were probably going to. There was no way that she could pick all of them off before they did.

Lexie

She held her breath, the last second's events stunned her. She knew perfectly well she was a drawback to the others, being without a weapon...and that very nice girl Karelia, whe appeared to be so perfectly self confident...and she knew exactly what to do..

And my gun's back in the vault, because I was stupid enough to leave it behind..or??? Did I really...gah...

When Karelia handed her the gun she took it without hesitation...she understood the girl, understood what she wanted her to do...

Question was....was she able to?

Linda

The stuttering buzz of an energy weapon led an undertone to the high crack-crack of the Raider's rifles, as a glittering ruby cresent carved through the night, lighting the air with crimson flashes as she fired again and again, ranging shots as she depressed the trigger with both fingers.

Using this blaze of burning light as a cover, she rolled behind a fallen tree, letting the returned shots thunk into the thick wood, or scatter into the air above her head. Eyes alight with cold amusement, she waved at the others hiding behind the strange boxy thing.

Jonathan Guntherson

Jonathan picked up a rock and weighed it in his hand, then dropped it again.
"Bloody hell, no way I can throw that far." He cursed under his breath and then gasped as he heard a sound somewhere between the crackle of lightning and the buzz of a radio.
"Oh my, what's next?" He asked himself as he peered out at the raiders through the underside of Frigerizer.

Karelia

At first, she was taken by surprise by the sudden appearance of lasers cutting through the air. Upon finding its source, though, she heaved a great sigh of relief.

"It's a friend," she assured Jonathan.

She felt a bit sorry for the man's contraption, as it was getting pummeled with bullets. Better it than them, but there was so much fire being concentrated on them, she couldn't even get a chance to fire another shot.

Another joined the fight, this time it was the single guard atop the gate. It was a young man, and not an excellent shot, but she appreciated the effort. Maybe it could buy her a few seconds to finally get a bullet flying. It did, and the guard even took down a raider of his own.

She poked her head up, scoped in and fired. Another raider's head exploded, and she laughed as she ducked back down behind the fridge machine. Her laughing stopped though, when the guard fell to the ground outside the gate.

Lexie

"Oh my God stop it..stop it STOP IT!" Lexie screamed as she saw the guard's head explode

She grabbed Jonathan's arm and cried out in agony , totally terrified and hysterical

Karelia

The guard had fallen nearby, and Karelia was stretching to reach his gun. It was an assault rifle, and she figured someone could use it. Probably not Lexie, judging by her reactions. She seriously considered taking her pistol back.

"Not the time," she said, in a poor attempt to calm Lexie. Karelia was never good at those types of things.

Her task was difficult, as she was trying to stay behind the protection of Jonathan's vehicle while still getting to the rifle. She got a hold on the guard's boot and dragged his body closer. She could reach the gun, but couldn't pull it free from the death grip it was caught in.

"Persistent bugger," she commented to herself.

After a few yanks, it finally came free and she tossed the thing to Jonathan. There probably weren't too many cartridges left in it, but some was better than none.

"Sorry," she said with a shrug to Lexie. She knew the girl probably didn't want the body closer to them, but there really weren't many options right now. She waited for Linda to fire again and give her another free second.

Linda

Crawling through the dusty grit behind the fallen tree, with patches of bark flying, following each burning tracer that cut the air, fortunately thier ill-maintained weapons in combinations with a lack of real skill stopped any from actually hitting her.

Reaching the end, the tangled mass of burned roots, perfect for her to slide the blocky muzzle of her rifle through and fire blindly, depressing the trigger and only tilting it in the general direction of the incoming shots, until the battery popped from it's holder with a metallic hiss.

Jonathan Guntherson

Jonathan could do nothing but look on helplessly. He had no experience with situations like these and as such had no idea how he could comfort Lexie.
"Relax, it's all going to be fine. Now please point that pistol elsewhere, milady. I believe that it's lacking a safety feature." He spoke, while watching Karelia wrestle with the guard's rifle from the corner of his eyes.

When she finally got it free and tossed it over to him, he clumsily caught it with his free hand.
"Now milady, there is nothing left to worry about. FRIGERIZER Z is as durable as a concrete wall and there is no way they're going to get through with what they have, not at this distance. We're perfectly safe here. So umm....mind to let go for a moment so I can try out this gun?"

He turned his attention away from Lexie to inspect the rifle for a moment. It was a crude weapon, he concluded, and quite in need of some repairs, lots of cleaning and a few upgrades.
"With the right tools, I bet I could turn it into a fully automatic grenade launcher with water-balloon tracer rounds." He mumbled. Still, it would work for now. He popped open the firing chamber.
"I've got three rounds, here. How much do you have, milady Karelia?"

Hannah

Hannah winced when she heard the ping of gun bullets coming from the gate. When the thought registered in her head that Karelia and the other two people were outside her eyes widened slightly and she looked at Autumn and Gale in alarm. "They need help, I think some super mutants or Raiders are outside the gate."

"They?" Gale asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.

"Karelia and the two travelers at the gate. C'mon!" Hannah knew it probably wasn't the best idea for her to order Gale around, but she cared about the people outside's survival. She saw Autumn open her mouth to say something, but then shut it and followed the other girl as she turned to walk away, grabbing her rifle. Hannah hoped she wasnt too late to save her newly found friend.

Gale

He tossed Autumn her rifle and unslung his 12 gauge. Haven's citizen's dispersed, not everyone was a warrior, many had to look to their family's own protection. Gale and Autumn exchanged a nod, the gate and anyone under attack from the raiders was their priority. Both followed close behind Hannah; when they reached the gate, Gale used the winch to raise the gate high enough for them to simply duck under.

"Autumn, use the guard tower to cover us." He told his daughter. She nodded and dashed up the ramp to the tower. Turning to Hannah, Gale said. "You might need to point out the travelers from the Raiders. Lead the way." The captain gestured under the gate.

Karelia

"Eight," she answered. There were three left in her current magazine, and five in another.

"But it doesn't help that I can barely get a shot off," she complained. Jonathan probably didn't hear it, as another wave of bullets battered their makeshift barrier, drowning out the sound of her voice.

I take back everything bad I ever thought about this crazy thing. FRIGERIZER Z, as Jonathan called it, was doing a fine job of keeping their bodies bullet free.

Lexie

Focus, Lexie, just focus, you'll be ok...Just remember how you got away...that day, do what you have to do, just do it!

She took a deep breath, let go of Jonathan's arm, sat completely motionless for a few seconds...Then all of a sudden she was calm and focused, she grabbed the gun as if she had done nothing else in her life and aimed thoroughly...

The FRIGERIZER really served as a good shelter, but Lexie did not really grasp that, she had kinda stepped out of her mind like being in trance..

She fired the gun and in one round she hit two or three of the attackers...then reload..

Lexie's eyes were totally empty....as if she wasn't present at all

Hannah

"They're behind the weird refridgerator thing. Don't ask I have no idea, I left before I learned what it was all about." She told Gale before getting on her stomach and inching forward, cautious of any incoming bullets. Hannah heard Karelia tell someone that it was almost impossible to get a shot off, then more bullets being shot off, probably from a pistol.

"Need some help?" She asked Karelia, trying to get a good shot at the approaching Raiders. Finally after a few moments of twisting around she managed to shoot down one of the Raiders.

"Yeah, you ever get that lawman guy?" Karelia said.

"Definitely," Hannah told her and whispered back at Gale, "A little help would be a nice addition, don't you think?"

Gale

He dove down behind a large flagstone. A pair of raiders turned to keep the newcomer suppressed. Propping his shotgun against his piece of cover, Gale pulled out a smoke grenade from one of his packs. Gale paused to check the direction the wind was blowing.

A windsock atop Haven's wall showed the wind direction was away, blowing towards the raiders. Suppress this! Gale tore the pin from the grenade and lobbed it between them and the attacking raiders. The guard captain grabbed his shotgun and waited....

Jonathan Guntherson

Jonathan winced as more bullets hammered his machine and gripped the rifle a bit tighter. When Lexie let go of him, he did not hesitate, nor did he wait to see what she would do. He simply dropped flat on the ground and took aim.
"At their current distance, and taking into account the specifications of both bullet and rifle, I should be able to fire at their location from beneath FRIGERIZER Z's undercarriage. Though it will be close." He explained, though he wondered if he could even be heard over the cacaphony of metal striking metal.

"Man, I'm glad they built those pre-war refrigerators to last." He thought as he closed one eye, took aim and fired his first shot, grunting as the butt of the rifle slammed painfully into his shoulder. The bullet hit a tree a good six metres from the raiders, snapping off a branch before ricocheting into the ground.
"Ok...a tad more to the left and..." His monologue was cut off as some of the raiders began to drop and others turned their attention elsewhere.
"Bloody good shot, lady Karelia. We might just send them running if we keep it up." He cheered. But then he realised that the effects he'd observed were nothing like her rifle would cause.
"Wait a second." He muttered, just as something on a ballistic arc soared into the raider's position.

"Did you just do that, lady Lexie? Geez, now I'm the one who's getting scared." He continued, shaking his head while the grenade went off.

Lexie

She fired once more and another raider met his ancestors....Her face was numb, her eyes empty, she didn,t hear Jonathan's words. Lexie was trapped in her own mind.... mechanically firing and reloading her weapon

Karelia

Lexie went from one extreme to another in a matter of seconds. Both got people killed. Lexie was making a target of herself, firing repeatedly while completely exposed. The smoke grenade offered a brief reprieve from most raider fire, though there were still bullets flying. Karelia waited until Lexie went to reload before tackling her to the ground and wrestling the gun away.

"Nice shots," she said to Lexie with a wink, "Try takin' 'em from back here next time."

She saw blood on the ground, and didn't know if it was her own or Lexie's. Either way, it meant they got out of the open at just the right time. She began checking herself for bullet holes; it wasn't uncommon for people to take bullets while hopped up on jet and not realize there was a problem for hours. Karelia didn't want it happening to her again.

"You okay?" she asked, motioning towards the blood.

OOC: minque: How's that work for a save? And I remembered you saying in the planning thread about something happening to Lexie, so I left that option open. if you want her to be hurt, the blood's hers. if not, we can say it was karelia's.

OOC: Works fine with me, Lexie's the one that got hurt!


Lexie

She didn't wake up from her trance-like state when Karelia wrestled her down, she just let it happen, as usual when she was like this. She just let it happen and made no resistance.

The fact that she was hit by a bullet in her left side and blood was soaking her t shirt and dripping to the ground didn't seem to bother her.

She just looked at Karelia with that empty gaze...before she passed out




OOC: So now she's out for a while, if that's ok with the rest of you

Karelia

"Damn!" she yelled, "It's her. Is there a doctor?"

Now that help was here, and that smoke grenade blocked their view, she could afford to stop shooting. They could take it from here. She was no doctor herself, but she knew enough to put pressure on the wound. Blood was everywhere, and Lexie looked at her for a short moment before blacking out.

"I don't know what to do,"

Jonathan Guntherson

Jonathan tried to look up, and cursed loudly as he smashed his head against the undercarriage.
"Ouch!" He cried and crawled out from underneath Frigerizer.

The man dropped to his knees next to Karelia and looked at the wound with worry.
"The only doctor I know off happens to be the one who got shot." He complained loudly while shaking his head.
"Ok, I guess I can figure out the basics. Umm...desinfect the wound with alcohol...Now where did I drop that beer can?" The situation didn't look good.

Autumn, guard tower

Unlike the traveler's outside the gate, Autumn refued to let her guard down. She braced her rifle's sling against her left elbow to steady her aim. *Come on you dogs.*

A figure emerged from the blue smokescreen, pausing to orient herself. Autumn's Mosin cracked, the woman went down. She didn't pause to check if the raider was dead or wounded; two more rushed out of the fog.

Hannah

Ignoring the scene in front of her, she kept on firing at the oncoming Raiders running out of the fog. Hannah could provide cover for the travelers and they could take of Lexie. At least, I hope they can, she thought grimly.

Hannah went to reload and more Raiders went down from Autumn's rifle and Gale's shotgun.

Aidan

Aidan had followed Sam out of the bar taking the remains of the whiskey in one hand. Gunfire sounded from outside the gates, he ran towards them not really caring if Sam followed. Karelia had been gone a while, he wandered how much she had to do with it. Not that it bothered him.

The gate was raised just enough to duck under. They're arrogant enough then,[i] he thought, [i]I like it. He ducked under then dived to the side as more shots erupted. He looked around and realised the shots weren't aimed at him, just the drink making him a little jumpy. He took another swig to calm his nerves. At least no one had seen. Thick smoke blossomed from a grenade in front of him. The mixture looked like it could do with a bit more soda to him. He pushed the thought aside. There was some device the side with people crouching behind it. One might have been Karelia. She could look after herself though.

He felt one of the three grenades he had on him. The smoke was far to thick though, he needed a clearer idea of where to throw. He ran round the side of it keeping low in cover. The attackers were mainly using rifles, almost certainly raider scum. He paused behind a large rock, it would be ideal once the smoke had cleared a little. He took another sip of whiskey before putting down the bottle and pulling out the pin. There was another burst of fire, much nearer. Too close in fact, they could only be just inside the smoke. He judged the distance, this was going to require a little cooking off. He let the lever up just before he threw.

OOC: Sorry I wasn't here earlier. Various commitment kept me from saving the day getting online.

Sam

Sam gave a start as he heard a gunshot, then another, before Aidan shoved past him and scrambled under the gate. Sam followed, standing up and yelling in surprise as a bullet grazed his ear.

Cursing furiously and clutching his now bleeding ear, Sam dropped to his knees and scrambled forwards, taking cover behind what appeared to be a fridge on wheels. Sam didn't bother wondering about what the hell it was and instead tried to get his head down and not be shot.

Thick white smoke was rolling across the battlefield, and Sam couldn't see where the targets were. Obviously they were far away, rendering his trusty combat shotgun useless. Instead he drew his magnum and peeked over the top to see if he could get a shot off. Hopefully the smoke would thin out soon.

Jonathan Guntherson

"Ah, right. You're doing a good job of keeping that wound pressed close, milady. That should give us a few more moments. Hold on, I'll get the desinfect..."
Just as he reached for the beer can, a large boot stepped on it, crushing the fragile tin and spilling the remaining drops.
"Hey, what the?!" Jonathan yelled in surprise, pulling back his hand in a hurry. For a second he thought that one of the raiders had taken the opportunity to get around their cover and kill them from up close but when he looked up, he saw a blonde man aiming over the top of Frigerizer with a large gun.

"Sir! If you're not too busy and have medical experience, could you please help us?" Jonathan called out to the newcomer. A quick glance around revealed to him that while he'd been focussed on Lexie's injury, a whole group of people had come to their aid. The firefight was in its final stage and none of the raiders were in the position to worry about those behind Frigerizer Z anymore.

Karelia

Karelia saw Sam and Aidan join in the fight, but they'd really just walked into a standoff since the smoke was between them and the raiders, making shots difficult.

"The whiskey," she said to Jonathan, seeing the problem that had formed when Sam stepped on the beer can. Not that she had been about to let him pour beer on the wound. The bottle Lexie was sipping earlier was laying on its side next to the FRIGERIZER's tire, forgotten after the fighting started.

She was reminded of Aidan's presence when a grenade exploded. With a peek over the top of the FRIGERIZER, she could see through the thinning smoke that the raiders were nearly all dead. One of them she thought she could hit, were her hands not full holding back blood flow.

Aidan

A blast of grit hit him as the grenade detonated. Aidan stood again and looked though the thinned smoke. The blast had killed a couple of raiders and there weren't enough to bother with another grenade. One was standing looking shellshocked, another by his feet was lying in a puddle of his own insides crying for a coup de grace. Aidan squatted behind his rock and took another sip of whiskey, it was local stuff and tasted foul, not that it bothered him much.

He wandered why the man hadn't already been shot, standing up when Karelia was hunting was a good way of loosing your head, or at least developing a hole in it. He waited, once the standing one was dealt with there would be scavenging. That meant caps, and caps mean drink and explosives.

Hannah

Seeing that no one was particularly ready to kill the the last Raider so checking her bullets to see there were a couple left in the magazine Hannah took aim and he went down. She finished scooting the rest of her body under the gate to come to a standing position.

Hannah bent down to see if she could provide any help with Lexie. She didn't see much she could do. "Does anyone know how to help her?" She asked Karelia.

"Not really, but hand me that whiskey bottle will you?"

Karelia

Hannah handed her the whiskey and Karelia used it both to clear off some blood and to disinfect. She put her hand back over the open flesh immediately; it was bleeding badly.

She noted that someone had already turned on the engine to open the gate.

"Is there a doctor in town?" she asked, hoping to not be forced to rely on her own 'field medicine', which was really just a collection of raider tricks for staying alive that she'd seen and heard of. Some worked well, others were based on myths or outright lies.

Jonathan Guntherson

They were joined by a short woman who helped Karelia tend to Lexie. With the gunfight now over, and realizing that he would just get in the way if he tried to help the two, Jonathan sauntered over to his hat which lay in the dust a few steps away from him. He picked it up and dusted it off. Then, after scowling at the bullethole in it, he put it back on his head and sighed.

"So much for a perfect day." He mumbled to himself.
"Hey you! Get out of the way!" A stranger called out suddenly, shoving him aside. Jonathan opened his mouth to protest, but then he saw the suitcase the man was carrying. Someone had painted a red cross on it. Several men and women followed him, some part of the local militia, others assistants of the doctor and yet others just random people who had come to watch or salvage.
"'Thank goodness, lady Lexie will be alright now, I guess." Jonathan thought with relief.

As the medical team approached Karelia and Hannah, Jonathan walked towards the raider's position that was still partially concealed by smoke.
"Like hell I'm going to let a bunch of vultures take away all the spoils. Not after what those bastards did to my Frigerizer!"



OOC: I don't think we have a PC medic, so I just had some random Haven dude pop up. If anyone objects to this, I'll edit.

Karelia

Karelia backed away and let the real doctors work, though she stood close by. She was breathing heavily from the adrenalin, and bent over for a moment. resting her hands on her knees. It wasn't until after she stood again that she saw the red stains. With a sigh, she wiped the rest of the blood from her hands onto her jeans and went for the cigarettes that sat in her front tshirt pocket. As she lit one, she saw that the doctor had put Lexie on a stretcher, and they were now moving her into the town. The dead guard was also on a stretcher, covered by a dark blanket and following her through the gate.

I'll visit her in the clinic tomorrow.

Karelia retrieved her guns and the remainder of the whiskey before sitting down atop the FRIGERIZER, "Just when you start to relax, something happens,"

It was a lesson one learned quickly in the Wasteland, as forgetting it often left a person dead. Karelia was strongly reminded of that tonight.

Autumn

She followed the response team out of Haven's gate, taking in the battlefield from ground level. The responders carried an injured woman inside, as well as the guard stationed at the gate. While Autumn hadn't known the boy, she needed to hold someone responsible for his death. Since the raiders were already dead, that left the people that had provoked them to attack in the first place.

Autumn spotted one of the three travelers from before by a large piece of wheeled scrap. Unholstering her .45 pistol, she stormed toward the wasteland scum. "Get off that refrigerator!" She ordered, flicking the ambidextrous safety off.

Karelia

Karelia's expression was a quizzical one, as she didn't know what her offense was. Once she realized that there was none, she reacted in her typical way: tactlessly.

"I just got ambushed by raiders. I'll sit on any refrigerator I damn well please," she said, taking a slow drag on her cigarette to emphasize her point, "An' I ain't about to listen to some snot-nosed brat just 'cause daddy's got her a gun. Now go play militia girl somewhere else."

She took a swig of whiskey, and as she looked at the bottle, she entertained thoughts of whacking this girl across the face with it.

OCC: Ok, I can't promise I'll be able to get online with regularity until Friday night. If this is too heavy-handed, just say so.

Autumn

She regarded Karelia for a moment, then shook her head. "I had you marked when you walked into Haven." Autumn's mind started to swim. "I just have to look at you and I can see you're one of them."

One the militia responders, Ethan, came to her side. He turned to where Gale was working with two others to gather the bodies. "Captain, we could use you over here."
Gale turned in time to see Autumn toss away the pin of a grenade, Ethan grab her from behind, Autumn's throw go high. And the grenade bounced under Frigerizer Z......

Karelia

"You had me marked?" she said to the girl as she walked away, "You little-"

She stopped mid-sentence as she dumbly watched a grenade leave the girl's hand, sail through the air, and land right beneath her seat. Of all her many regrets, her biggest at that moment was that she never did whale on a brat with a whiskey bottle.

"Sam! Watch out!" she shouted to her nearby friend as she abandoned the FRIGERIZER to its fate, hoping that Sam would be quick enough to do the same. She jumped farther than she thought she could, and hit the ground with a roll. She was face down on the ground with her arms covering her head when the thing exploded. When she finally did stand up, her balance was a bit shaky.

Karelia found that her pistol was in her hand, ready to fire. With a deep breath, she made a conscious effort to put it back in her belt.

Ugh, she's lucky a whole militia here's got her back. If this was any other place, any other time, that girl would be dead and I'd be laughing.

"That one's yours, right?" she asked Gale, though she pointed at Autumn, "Well keep that doggie on a shorter leash, 'cause if she tries to nip at me again I ain't gonna play nice. She'll get put down."

It was a fair enough warning in her mind, though she hoped that Gale took it as a warning and not a threat. She didn't think it really mattered though; she had a sneaking suspicion that after this little incident she wasn't staying in Haven anymore.

Jonathan Guntherson

Jonathan bent down and picked up a rifle that had fallen on the ground.
"Oh sweet, this baby's got a scope, and a mount for attaching bayonets! Just wait till I mount those on my pistol. Oh yeah." He said to himself with mad glee. Just then, he heard an odd explosion behind him. Surprised and with eyebrows raised, he turned to see what all the ruckus was about.

"Wuh, I thought we were done with the fighti....FRIGERIZER Z!!! No, my friend! What have they done to you?!" He screamed as he saw the flames licking at the machine's wrecked hulk.
"Who did this?!! I swear, I´ll tear their freaking heads of their skulls and feet it to their toads! I spent years building it!!! Now answer me! WHO!!!! DID!!!! THIS!!!!!` He raged, holding the rifle at the barrel and waving it at random people.


OOC± Yeah, he´s pissed and not sane enough to take a look at the situation and figure out who the culprit is, or that she´s got the entire militia behind her. And my keyboard is messing up all of a sudden. ~ that tilde was a plus/sign and the slash was a normal line.

Hannah

When Auntumn's grenade exploded under the refridgerator Hannah was close enough to be thrown back. When she finally rose a little shakily to her feet, she saw Karelia and Jonathan looking utterly pissed and Autumn walking off a little hatefully.

"You okay Karelia?" A man asked who she assumed was the leader of Karelia's small group of companions asked. The ex-Raider didn't respond but continued to stare after Autumn. Hannah shook her head slowly. Gale needed to watch Autumn more carefully if he expected her to live through all the people that hated her. Which among those seemed to be Karelia now. And me, seeing as she's pissed me off badly a few times before this, Hannah thought to herself.

Aidan

When the last raider fell Aidan stood and went to loot the fallen. He was rifling through the pockets of a laser burnt corpse when there was an explosion. Instinctively he dropped, Grenade, frag, probably local made, he thought and glanced up. It had gone off by the strange fridge-based thing Karelia had been behind and by the looks of it had been thrown by one of the local militia. He pulled out his 10mm and cocked it with his mutilated right hand then walked deliberately over to the contraption.

When he got there the other man who had been scavenging was waving a rifle around and shouting. He glanced and saw that, other than some scrapes, Karelia had been lucky. He stepped up to the militia and pulled out a grenade. “Is there a problem here?” he asked, pushing his right index finger though the pin.

Gale

"Irene, take care of things here." He ordered, storming after Autumn back into Haven. Seeing him going after Autumn, Ethan stopped and went back to help the other responders. Gale slowed his pace once he crossed under Haven's gate. No longer actively pursuing his daughter, the militia captain simply trailed her through the streets, gradually closing the distance.

By the time he reached Autumn's side, Gale was mentally prepared to be patient with her. He cleared his throat, knowing that Autumn was fully aware of his presence already. When she remained silent, Gale spoke up. "It seems that.... Karelia is no longer running with the raiders."

Autumn swallowed, then gazed meaningfully to her father. "A raider umbrella seller is a raider umbrella seller until the day it's a dead raider umbrella seller."
Gale considered the sad truth to that commentary, the traits that made the raiders what they were, unadulterated self-interest and a callous disregard for human life, were difficult things to abandon. Those that survived in this world were generally too embedded in that marauding mindset to ever truly coexist with other human beings.

"We have no prove she provoked the other raiders to attack Haven." He said after a while. "But whatever happens, you are not going to be involved." Gale stared Autumn in the eyes to emphasize his point. "Autumn, as a member of Haven's militia, you have a responsibility to it's citizens. And that responsibility is more than killing raiders, understand?"

She stopped walking and scrutinized the floor. "Yes, I understand. But she needs to be dealt with."
They locked eyes for a moment, finally Gale replied. "The patrols out in the city could use some help; for now, I want you to lend them a hand."

Autumn nodded, it wasn't the first time she'd been patrolling out in Detroit. Gale knew she perferred scavenging in the ruins to skulking around Haven's streets. It would also distance her from the situation here. Compared to the travelers, Gale was certain Autumn would be safer in Detroit.

Jonathan Guntherson

No one dared reply to him, repulsed by the mad gleam in his eyes. If it came to violence, there was little doubt that Jonathan would be taken down. But in his current state, it would take some effort and there was no telling who he might injure with his rifle.

Still too furious to contemplate the situation, Jonathan stomped towards the militia group.
"Answer me! Who the hell dared touch my FRIGERIZER?!!" He screamed.
"Tell me already, you bunch of mute silent rhodents!" Apparantly realizing that the weapon he was holding was a slugthrower and not a club, he shifted his grip and now levelled the barrel into the general direction of the group.
"The one who'd done this had better step forward or I swear, I'm going to splatter all your filthy tongues over the walls here! You damn cowards, attacking a defenseless super robot of awesome!! THAT!!! WAS!!! MY!!! FRIEND!!!" His finger crept towards the trigger.

Linda

Slipping from where she sat against the shredded stump, her hand traced it's way along Jonathan's arm, and closed her fingers around his wrist, and she shook her head discouragingly. She paused a moment, looking at the blackened box as a wheel creakily spun on it's bent axle, and stroked the back of the mad-inventor's hand, before pointing at the contraption and back at him accusingly, with another shake of her head.

Her off hand slid down her own side, picking at the buckle over her pistol, yanking it out, and holding it loosely, finger just inside the safetyless trigger-guard.

Karelia

Gale left without an answer, leaving 'Irene' behind to clean up and Jonathan was none too happy about his refrigerator. She thought of trying to calm him, but didn't really know how. What could you say to someone this upset about their refrigerator? Luckily, Linda seemed to handle it, and didn't even need to say anything.

Karelia was tired and angry, her hands were still red with Lexie's blood, her entire body was covered in grime from the explosion, her ears were ringing, and to top it all off, she found a white shard of FRIGERIZER lodged in her forearm.

"I need to sit down," she said mostly to herself and found a spot on the ground next to the wall. With a curse reserved for 'militia girl' Karelia pulled the shrapnel from her arm and winced. It was a minor wound, but still bled a lot so she held the gash with her free hand to stem the flow a bit.

Aidan

Aidan holstered his pistol and returned the grenade to its pouch. He wandered over to the madman Linda was comforting. He seemed to be upset about the blackened remains of a fridge which they had been hiding behind in the gunfire, a wheel hung crookedly from it and oil dribbled like black blood from the bottom.

He nodded to its owner, “It’s a pity,” he said, “But think of how much better it will be once you repair it.” It might help, or not, either way Linda seemed to be managing.

“You alright?” he called to Karelia.