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Furiosa ([personal profile] eumenis) wrote2016-07-28 10:31 pm

PSL post (for datbackstory)

Even after Immortan Joe is dead and the Citadel won, they all know Gastown will be a problem. The lack of leadership from the People Eater doesn't make much difference; he was never a war leader so much as a businessman. The ranks of Gastown boys, flamers and polecats, are decimated, but guzzoline draws all sorts of desperates. Where trained soldiers are lacking, mercenaries are easily obtainable. All it would take is one charismatic leader to fill the power vacuum, and they would have the might of a very large city coming at them.

Of course, Furiosa and the Sisters have faced terrible odds already and come out better than they had any right to. She dares to hope even if the worst happened, they could survive and win. But if they can head off trouble at the pass, they should make the attempt. As the only one of them that's ever actually been to Gastown before, Furiosa is the only sensible choice for diplomatic effort. She's not much of a diplomat when it comes down to it. She can talk down a frightened feral, evidently, but diplomacy requires more patience than that.

Still, after several days of meetings in the city--some of them more like physical sparring matches than discussions--she thinks things are going well, and feels like she can breathe again. She slips away from the half-dozen war boys she's brought along as an entourage, and goes walking in the quieter alleys, the hovels on the edge of the marl pits. Half of them are being swallowed by sinkholes, and the rest are foul, but she won't be attacked here. The population is too sparse this far out.
datbackstory: (Startled)

[personal profile] datbackstory 2016-09-05 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
The Spine is all too happy to start to obey until she says the second part, that she'd try and hold it off. Nothing about that made him feel better, as he was prepared to offer to do that in her stead, as between the two? He was a much less attractive meal. Which meant that when those questing mouths breached the sand near Furiosa's heel, he spotted them.

"Furiosa, on your six!" Already running her way instead of towards the car, trusting that Throttle would get it running while he made damn sure that the strange creature wouldn't be pulling anyone under the sand again. If Furiosa was quick enough to backstep? Well she'd see three of those horrible tentacles, all intent on grabbing tight to whatever they could of her to drag under.

The running, the noise were hint enough that the creature's prey knew it was there, it would have to be quick. Not that it mattered much, it had been able to pull the last prey's vehicle under why would this be any different?
datbackstory: (ever since the first time I opened my ey)

[personal profile] datbackstory 2016-09-08 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
He was relieved that she reacted so swiftly, but noticed the reaction of the uninjured tentacles at the shot. Implications are there, but no time to really test them, it was time to leave, far beyond time to leave.

"C'mon!" Not even thinking twice about taking her hand not the one she needed to shoot with, but he didn't want to turn and run without some physical link, some guard against another attempt as they ran for it however tenuous it was.

The creature had learned quickly that those large vehicles? Were often full of tasty prey, so it was all too happy to go right after Throttle and the car. Only Spine would be able to tell where it was going, optics brightening in alarm as he realized.

"It's going for the Septireme!"
datbackstory: (was just a scratch)

[personal profile] datbackstory 2016-09-10 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
When things were calmer, when adrenaline had faded, The Spine would apologize for grabbing Furiosa without so much as a warning. There were more important things to worry about, like the front tires of the car sinking a good four inches, the creak of metal hinting that the creature had grabbed hold of the undercarriage somewhere and had a good hold. And the way the car was jerked and tugged by the grip, the bot worried that Throttle would have trouble escaping before the creature had the car under the sand.

So when they got close enough, he let go of Furiosa's hand, sand spraying as he skidded to a halt, grabbing hold of the car by the rollcage, bracing against the sudden tug from the creature trying to drag it under. Heels drove furrows into the dirt, but with a shift of his stance the bot seemed to be holding his own, keeping the car from being dragged under by the mysterious creature.

"Throttle get out of there!" He didn't know how long he could keep the Septireme above the ground, didn't want to risk the Warboy going under with it. Steam hissed from vents as his grasp tightened, metal crumpling under his fingers with a creak, the creature trying to drag the car under screeching it's frustration at being stymied.
datbackstory: (Steam powered)

[personal profile] datbackstory 2016-09-14 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
He didn't even think about how absolutely ridiculous the situation was, or how things might look. More concerned with keeping Throttle from being dragged under the ground. When he finally saw the warboy all but fall out the window, he finally let go with a startled huff of steam, stumbling back to keep from getting caught up.

Whatever the creature was, it wasn't expecting the sudden loss of resistance, and as the car was suddenly dragged much farther, much faster, there was a screech from under the sand before everything went deathly silent and still aside from the slide of sand into the sumbmerged vehicle, the small pings and creaks of the metal settling.

The creature hadn't cared for being hit by the Septireme like that, and with the abundance of easier prey elsewhere? It was not sticking around for this group.

Not that The Spine had waited to see this, moving to help Throttle to his feet in case they had to run, optics bright as he turned his attention to the car. "...don't think it was expecting that much resistance, it's leaving pretty quick."