No Strings on Me

Spacer is mortally wounded and her ribs are shattered from the gunfire. Flesher is able to douse the wound with QuikClot™ and puts pressure on the area which slows the bleeding... for now

The two shock troopers dive out of the way of Sergei's suppressive fire while the crew jumps out the window into the waiting truck bed. Prophet lights the tires and peels away from the building towards the desert highway beyond. It doesn't take long before the VTOL is hot on their trail, heavy machine gun fire strafing the ground behind them. Things are looking pretty bad when all of a sudden the radio crackles...

Looks like you guys could use a hand...

A convoy of vehicles appears on the horizon just over the next berm with four armored cars leading the charge! Nomads hanging out the portholes on top fire rocket launchers at the VTOL taking out both engines and pitching the aerial vehicle hard into the ground! A massive explosion blooms behind the pickup truck and everyone in the bed can feel the heat singe their hair.

Four more VTOLs appear on the horizon and the convoy pulls a U-turn with your stolen pick-up in the center position.

We have a pipeline a half click from here, oughta give us cover from the birds while we slip out the back. Peddle to the metal boys!

The convoy hauls ass to what looks like a massive flood drain that used to service a thriving city but now only gapes ominously in the desert waste. One by one the Humvees charge through the opening and switch on floodlights to show the way. After a few seconds the pipeline splits and the convoy takes the right tunnel which breaks out into a long abandoned stone quarry some minutes later.

The convoy pulls to a halt under a caved-out overhang on the cliff face and you see a small community of trailers in what is essentially a man made cave structure. A litter is rushed over and Spacer is hustled off the truck and over to the mess tent where Flesher is brought supplies and sanitizer. A few of Prophet's clan help to move the sarcophagus off the truck and over to a canvas tent which is given to your crew for rest and recuperation.

A half hour goes by, then an hour, and finally Flesher stops sweating as she begins to close on the semi-sterile surgery. Fortunately the meds are available to stave off infection and it looks like Spacer will live.

"Damn, that was an 'ell of a thing to see! Looks like you lot been getting famous since we parted ways."

Carlisle laughs and claps Flesher on the back as he passes out cold beers to the whole crew.

"Take all the time you need to get yer 'eds straight, my camp is your camp."