Meanwhile, back at Barstow, Eric was plastered to a cot down in the mines.

'I'm starting to think about it.' he chuckled before rolling off the top of the dune and starting a jog for his ATV. I've got a proposition for these Firebranders.' He had an idea, and it brought a devious smile to his face. Going to sell most of this junk to him? Borderline definitely.' 'You think they're working for Bloomfield?' It looks like they're collecting everything they can load that's worth a good dollar.' That said, he pulled out his radio and called in. '.and as long as the money flows,' the figure said to himself, pulling up his goggles to reveal eyes the color of old rust. 'Imperial' was a dirty enough word out here, but that did not stop the money from flowing.

They were stripping the base dry and there wasn't a damn thing anyone else was going to do about it. He was observing the goings on around the base, watching what the victorious vultures were doing through a electronic horizon scanner. He was covered by a black overcoat, and his face was obscured by a pair of goggles and a red mouth-covering bandana. 'Yo, heard you talked to Bloomfield,' she greeted Sammy in a raspy, tired tone, 'Any way I can holler at him? I need to make an order and have the trucks pick it up on their way back if you don't mind.'Ībout five hundred yards from the wreckage of Lancaster, a figure was lying prone on the top of a dune. She walked over to Sammy, looking like hell: bags under her eyes, grease stains everywhere, and topped off with a cigarette in her teeth. Her main problem though was that ZC-UMP: VERN-270000c high output thruster assemblies were not exactly common Only one company still made them after absorbing the old Zeonic Corporation: the Anaheim Conglomerate And the only way to get to get one quickly would be in Vegas, or more accurately, through Bloomfield. In the meantime she caught a ride to Lancaster, she needed to replace the leg motor. All she was waiting for now was to get the armor sections back from the machine shop and have them (re)installed and (re)painted, the only jobs she would leave to the techs. She replaced the right Vulcan with one of the many spares about, repaired the head section, dealt with the little shrapnel damage to the leg, and had her lost saber found and brought to her. Now after a very long night and better part of a day she had the entire internal assembly back up to 100% with the exception of the right leg's main thruster. Her scream of horrified anguish when she saw the extent of the damage back in the hanger several hours ago had alarmed several of the techs until they found her ranting about the man who did this to her beautiful machine and silently slunk off as they let her do her work. She had spent the better part of the their downtime fixing her suit and still hadn't slept yet. Kate was currently not to be trifled with. (Firebrand players may start in Lancaster or Barstow. Trucks were assisted by two (stolen) Leo from Firebrand. Naturally, the road has been infested with more pirates who wants a piece of Firebrand's victory spoils, so the desert has become even more of a battlefield for mercenaries / solo players. That's on top of their personal scavenges. Granted they're just Leo parts, but the model has been popular with rich teenagers who buy a used Leo and modify them for high performance.īloomfield has paid Sammy bunches, and with her tight-knit group, it's divided so that the pilots get the majority share, and that majority is split evenly in cash, so that there aren't complaints. They have a total of eight or nine Leo scrap, more spare parts scavenged in the blown-up base. It only took three hours and one fleet of shipment for Sammy to basically break even for the entire cost of their operation-bullets, power (for beam equipment), and in a few pilots' case, MS repair. She has a handful of scavengers by her sides, picking up everything that was dropped during last night's battle. While the Empire ran south with their tails tucked between their legs, the Firebrand successor wasted no time ordering fleets of semi-trucks to-and-from Las Vegas and Lancaster, running shipments six hours after the battle died. That is, all day in the foot of the ruined Lancaster base. Of course, their de-facto leader, Sammy, has been busy all day. The day after their successful bombing, a few members of the Firebrand Revolution get some rest.

Wow to the looter go thespoils