All players now have common bond with each other. Welcome to the 77th CIT
Welcome to Shamlin, post implosion
The explosion or rather implosion sucks the entire barn, food stuffs, and anything else not nailed down into a yellow vortex. A loud Pop and there was nothing left of it. The only thing marking ye old barn was a two foot deep indentation, and a hole in the earth about the size of a mac truck. Fortunatly the heroes of the 77th CIT come out ok getting out in the nick of time.
Looking up the team can see a towering glitter boy a good five feet taller than any glitter boy known. It’s armor shines brightly in the fading sun’s light. The hatch pops open revealing the face of a smiling grackle-tooth. The grackletooth whom Antipas would recognize as Kozco spits from his well placed perch inside the armor, ” Well I’ll be a D’norr’s uncle. Some fancy team work there, not since the Tolkeen war have I seen a group of folks move like they were on the same page.” The Glitter Boy’s boom gun which was pointed towards the barn relaxes and through a series of hydraulics finds it a secure placement on the back of the power armor( just to the side of a laser engraved UR-10 marking).
Durango shakes his head possibly near some place close to Al, ” Ohhh... Why am I seeing red...” If a grackle could blush Durango would be as he quickly tried to scoot back. ” Ahh that was amazing... Pa, just look at them. This one here is super strong!”. Of course refering to Al. ” Then, those ones grabbed the Wood Herpes one... Then the one from Pete’s mags took his shirt off...”
Behind him a throng of folks are watching the exchange gasp at Durango’s recap in dramatic fashion. All are either a grackletooth or human. A little girl, about 13 years in age comes up to Durango with an old earth wheel chair with polished metal, red padding, and orange wheels. Durango softly directs her to Luke and she approaches him with the chair. She offers a hand and meekly says, ” Uhhh... Sir... uhhh... Sir.... Uhhh....” Durango quickly comes over trying to smooth out the offer of help.
The grackle has a toothy grin perhaps still realing from the glimpse of red he saw on Al but he musters through, ” Lets get you up into this here Weelie, we can go get some grub at the snack shack and drink to dogged health.”
The Pa, Kozco, in the oversized GB armor nodded somehow getting a cigar into his mouth lit and everything. The grackle snorted blowing out smoke through the open face hatch. The laser drilled pylons anchoring the suit in place retract and the suit moved forward. The surprise in the grackletooth’s voice was evident, ” Antipas... Is that really you son?” . The grackle laughed to himself, ” Haven’t seen you in these parts for about 30 years just before your uncle left to build a better Federation of Magic.” The suit stood upright taking in the red of the 77th. ” My... My... Just look at you all. The name is Kozco, and welcome to Shamlin. What brings you all here, and coming flingin’ out of our imploded barn of all places?”
The little you can see of the town from where you are looks like with the exception of the wood barn the rest of the town is fashioned out of old earth junkers. Its like the town must have stripped cars, trucks, and semi’s for their metal fashioning them into homes and shops.