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Azuremoon
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'A New Frontier. Leading Manhattan into the future in the 'dispute' with Boston. Giving your people the edge.'
The words of the Scout Master, who now was marching at the front of the little line they'd made, rang through Oliver's ears as her feet prodded along the asphalt. The sun was high, the sky was clear, and despite the cool temperature... it was hot. Between the heavy gear and the sun reflecting off of the asphalt, it felt like nestling between the hind legs of a sweaty-hog. Who also happened to be on fire. The only comfort from this was that soon they'd be in the Lincoln Tunnel. Out of the sun and out of sight of... well, anything that wasn't them.
It wasn't like there was anything off of 'New York' that *didn't* want to kill them. Everything did. Whether it be the monsters, a... zombie, a pissed off mutated rat or house cat to another Raider. It all wanted to rob, rape and kill them. and, as she knew from her time as a Raider, it wasn't always in that order.
"Oliver!" The Scout Master's voice broke the uneasy sound of their un-uniform march, "Break to the right and keep an eye on our twelve-o-clock and six. Take Forester with you to watch your six."
The girl regarded the order and looked around. She had no idea who the hell 'Forester' was. The only names she knew was 'Scout Master'. She'd been told the couriers names, but the only one she remembered was...Navmos? Whatever.
Without knowing her, one would probably assume Oliver to be a guy. Outside of just the name, she didn't walk with her hips like most women and her uniform any curves of hers. Her voice was gruff and her hood, which she hated and wish she could take off, hid her features. Every scout she'd been on most had called her 'mr.' or 'sir'. She never corrected them. If they were attacked by Raiders, she'd prefer them think her a man then know she was a woman.
Oliver broke from the group, not waiting or looking for Forester and just assuming he too heard the order and would 'be on her six'.
She knew this order meant get to the 'treeline' and by treeline, in New York it meant the nearest alley and stay one block ahead of the group. This meant shade, but alleys were... dangerous. She found her 'Scout Masters' always picked her for this job, and in her head she couldn't stop but think it was because they'd seen on her papers she used to be a Raider and that made her expendable.
Pricks.
The words of the Scout Master, who now was marching at the front of the little line they'd made, rang through Oliver's ears as her feet prodded along the asphalt. The sun was high, the sky was clear, and despite the cool temperature... it was hot. Between the heavy gear and the sun reflecting off of the asphalt, it felt like nestling between the hind legs of a sweaty-hog. Who also happened to be on fire. The only comfort from this was that soon they'd be in the Lincoln Tunnel. Out of the sun and out of sight of... well, anything that wasn't them.
It wasn't like there was anything off of 'New York' that *didn't* want to kill them. Everything did. Whether it be the monsters, a... zombie, a pissed off mutated rat or house cat to another Raider. It all wanted to rob, rape and kill them. and, as she knew from her time as a Raider, it wasn't always in that order.
"Oliver!" The Scout Master's voice broke the uneasy sound of their un-uniform march, "Break to the right and keep an eye on our twelve-o-clock and six. Take Forester with you to watch your six."
The girl regarded the order and looked around. She had no idea who the hell 'Forester' was. The only names she knew was 'Scout Master'. She'd been told the couriers names, but the only one she remembered was...Navmos? Whatever.
Without knowing her, one would probably assume Oliver to be a guy. Outside of just the name, she didn't walk with her hips like most women and her uniform any curves of hers. Her voice was gruff and her hood, which she hated and wish she could take off, hid her features. Every scout she'd been on most had called her 'mr.' or 'sir'. She never corrected them. If they were attacked by Raiders, she'd prefer them think her a man then know she was a woman.
Oliver broke from the group, not waiting or looking for Forester and just assuming he too heard the order and would 'be on her six'.
She knew this order meant get to the 'treeline' and by treeline, in New York it meant the nearest alley and stay one block ahead of the group. This meant shade, but alleys were... dangerous. She found her 'Scout Masters' always picked her for this job, and in her head she couldn't stop but think it was because they'd seen on her papers she used to be a Raider and that made her expendable.
Pricks.
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