The Wastelander hero made his way through said desert with a ottsel riding in the seat next to him. They probably didn't realize they were in a new world not until Daxter pointed out the obvious. "Hey, Jak.... we aren't in Spargus anymore..."
Jak turned when he realized the vehicles were no longer Marauders and there were giant cars with big spikes on their wheels.
Somehow, the stranger has picked up the attention of a particularly nasty road gang. They're widely known as Buzzards, and the spiked vehicles are more or less their calling card. They're exceptionally tenacious today; chances are they're hungry.
Or not. Maybe they're just pissed off. There looks to be heavy dark smoke boiling up off the dusty road far to the left, the sign of a fire or explosion, and as the strangers watch, a lone figure on a motorcycle zips around the outside of the ranks of Buzzard vehicles at high speed.
Maybe they're not after him at all. Maybe they're just stirred up by the presence of another enemy.
The stranger, too, seems to be firing on the Buzzards, although it's tricky for her. Her left arm is partly a metallic prosthesis, clamped on the bars of the bike for steering. She fires with the right hand, not bullets but some sort of incendiary bolt from a crossbow.
The Buzzards are not precisely defeated, but maybe they're dissuaded by their prey finding backup. They fall back as Jak pulls up by the biker. She, however, doesn't look all that welcoming, green eyes narrowed suspiciously behind dark goggles. "Depends what it costs," she shouts back, only slowing her pace a little, and swerves again, heading back toward the rising smoke. "But feel free to shoot at them if you want to."
The enemy of her enemy is not necessarily a friend, but definitely a person of interest.
Jak nods, keeping close by "I'm not looking for anything in particular... you heard of anything called Eco here?"
"I need it for my powers..."
"I'll explain later.."
Daxter shot more at the Buzzards and yelled back "Yeah, TAKE THAT and don't come back!"
Once Jak was certain the Buzzard gang was gone, he stopped to look at the stranger. His hankerchief was still over his mouth muffling his speech a bit but you could still hear him.
She gives him a long, skeptical look, and shakes her head wordlessly. Clearly 'eco' is not a word she knows, and she's reluctant to question further right now. Eventually, she will have questions, though, because both occupants of the other vehicle look decidedly odd to her eyes.
She slows her bike when he stops, but doesn't want to be still for long. "Are you two guns for hire or something? You seem lost."
"I am the backup," she says wryly, shrugs one shoulder, and steps off the bike to approach. "The smoke is from my city's trade caravan. We got attacked."
She looks them over again. "You can call me Furiosa. Either of you any good with an engine?"
Daxter eyed Jak for a second and raised a eyebrow "If you are the [i]backup[/i], then who's... the main guy?"
Jak nodded and got out of the dune buggy "Furiosa, I'm Jak, you could also call me Mar if you'd like, This is Daxter... he's... a ottsel and used to be human at one point but you'll find he's just as good at what he does."
Jak looks over at the taller female "Furiosa, I'm excellent at engines.. I've worked with cars all my life.. All i need is some water and I can get your car up and running like new." "Dax, come help me down here for a second.."
"Guy?" She repeats skeptically, and smirks. "What I mean is, my friend is driving this run, not me. I'm playing escort. Damn Buzzards ran us into soft sand."
She shakes her head. "Never heard of an ottsel. If you can work, I don't care what you are or what you were. Follow me. We have enough water to share."
"Then I'm sorry you didn't get away with them by traveling here," Furiosa says dryly. "The Buzzards are scavengers. No conscience. They eat their own dead."
She means that literally. "I would advise you to stay away from them, wherever you plan to go from here."
As they get closer to the smoke, it becomes clear that there is a large truck, rather than just a car, foundered in the sand and smoking due to a dying engine fire. There are also marks along the side of it that suggest it's been hit with a very large blade. Two men painted white, and an older woman in multilayered clothing, are leaning over the massive engine and frowning. Under the shadow of the rest of the vehicle, a few other people sit tending wounds and watching for further trouble.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sarken
(no subject)
Date: 2016-08-03 12:26 am (UTC)Jak turned when he realized the vehicles were no longer Marauders and there were giant cars with big spikes on their wheels.
(no subject)
Date: 2016-08-03 04:34 pm (UTC)Or not. Maybe they're just pissed off. There looks to be heavy dark smoke boiling up off the dusty road far to the left, the sign of a fire or explosion, and as the strangers watch, a lone figure on a motorcycle zips around the outside of the ranks of Buzzard vehicles at high speed.
Maybe they're not after him at all. Maybe they're just stirred up by the presence of another enemy.
(no subject)
Date: 2016-08-03 04:52 pm (UTC)Jak sweared around, hoping to avoid being crushed into by the buzzards but by now Daxter was already pelting the gang with speedy gunfire.
Jak pulled up aside the figure, a red handkerchief over his face, and goggles on his eyes. "Need some help, stranger?!"
(no subject)
Date: 2016-08-04 12:53 am (UTC)The Buzzards are not precisely defeated, but maybe they're dissuaded by their prey finding backup. They fall back as Jak pulls up by the biker. She, however, doesn't look all that welcoming, green eyes narrowed suspiciously behind dark goggles. "Depends what it costs," she shouts back, only slowing her pace a little, and swerves again, heading back toward the rising smoke. "But feel free to shoot at them if you want to."
The enemy of her enemy is not necessarily a friend, but definitely a person of interest.
(no subject)
Date: 2016-08-04 01:35 am (UTC)"I need it for my powers..."
"I'll explain later.."
Daxter shot more at the Buzzards and yelled back "Yeah, TAKE THAT and don't come back!"
Once Jak was certain the Buzzard gang was gone, he stopped to look at the stranger. His hankerchief was still over his mouth muffling his speech a bit but you could still hear him.
(no subject)
Date: 2016-08-05 02:30 am (UTC)She slows her bike when he stops, but doesn't want to be still for long. "Are you two guns for hire or something? You seem lost."
(no subject)
Date: 2016-08-06 03:19 pm (UTC)Daxter eyed Jak and nodded over at the stranger "So.. what's your name.."
Jak nodded "We could be called guns for hire in our world... but we are just strangers here..."
(no subject)
Date: 2016-08-07 03:35 am (UTC)She looks them over again. "You can call me Furiosa. Either of you any good with an engine?"
(no subject)
Date: 2016-08-07 08:31 pm (UTC)Jak nodded and got out of the dune buggy "Furiosa, I'm Jak, you could also call me Mar if you'd like, This is Daxter... he's... a ottsel and used to be human at one point but you'll find he's just as good at what he does."
Jak looks over at the taller female "Furiosa, I'm excellent at engines.. I've worked with cars all my life.. All i need is some water and I can get your car up and running like new." "Dax, come help me down here for a second.."
(no subject)
Date: 2016-08-08 01:00 am (UTC)She shakes her head. "Never heard of an ottsel. If you can work, I don't care what you are or what you were. Follow me. We have enough water to share."
(no subject)
Date: 2016-08-08 07:30 pm (UTC)Jak nodded and Daxter hopped on his shoulder, letting Furiosa take the lead toward the car that needed the repairs and toward her friend.
(no subject)
Date: 2016-08-11 02:35 am (UTC)She means that literally. "I would advise you to stay away from them, wherever you plan to go from here."
As they get closer to the smoke, it becomes clear that there is a large truck, rather than just a car, foundered in the sand and smoking due to a dying engine fire. There are also marks along the side of it that suggest it's been hit with a very large blade. Two men painted white, and an older woman in multilayered clothing, are leaning over the massive engine and frowning. Under the shadow of the rest of the vehicle, a few other people sit tending wounds and watching for further trouble.