Dutch Thriceman
Chapter 1, Part 4 - Let's keep moving
The old city was, for the most part quiet, the occasional animal aside. Tibor and Alina quickly made their way due west. Navigating the old city wasn't easy, collapsed streets and other impassable terrain made old maps fairly useless and travelling takes much longer then before the Choke. As they came upon an old market square their audio receptors picked up noise of powertools. They readied their weapons, odds were high rippers were about.
Alina was on edge "Shit, you hear that, do you think..."
"Easy now, keep your rifle down, we don't know what's ahead just yet." Tibor was a bit more relaxed, he had a few run-ins with rippers before. It was a price paid by making a living out in the lawless territories, rippers were essentially criminal gangs who preferably picked off lone Proxies to scrap for parts for personal use or resale on the black market.
As they entered the square their suspicions were confirmed. "Let's get them, we got to help!" Alina exclaimed.
"It's too late for that poor sod, no point." Tibor remarked calmly, he noticed one lookout was keeping it's camera on them while the other two were busy dissecting.
Alina however was pissed "But we've got to.."
TIbor cut her off "NO we don't, let's keep moving. While they're still bussy. And make sure we're not being followed."
Upset Aline agreed. "Ok, fine."
Such is life, in the badlands. Freedom, at a price.
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I'm really happy with the scene/build, I hope you'll enjoy it too.
Chapter 1, Part 4 - Let's keep moving
The old city was, for the most part quiet, the occasional animal aside. Tibor and Alina quickly made their way due west. Navigating the old city wasn't easy, collapsed streets and other impassable terrain made old maps fairly useless and travelling takes much longer then before the Choke. As they came upon an old market square their audio receptors picked up noise of powertools. They readied their weapons, odds were high rippers were about.
Alina was on edge "Shit, you hear that, do you think..."
"Easy now, keep your rifle down, we don't know what's ahead just yet." Tibor was a bit more relaxed, he had a few run-ins with rippers before. It was a price paid by making a living out in the lawless territories, rippers were essentially criminal gangs who preferably picked off lone Proxies to scrap for parts for personal use or resale on the black market.
As they entered the square their suspicions were confirmed. "Let's get them, we got to help!" Alina exclaimed.
"It's too late for that poor sod, no point." Tibor remarked calmly, he noticed one lookout was keeping it's camera on them while the other two were busy dissecting.
Alina however was pissed "But we've got to.."
TIbor cut her off "NO we don't, let's keep moving. While they're still bussy. And make sure we're not being followed."
Upset Aline agreed. "Ok, fine."
Such is life, in the badlands. Freedom, at a price.
_______________________
I'm really happy with the scene/build, I hope you'll enjoy it too.