• Blood & Dust - A Post-Apocalyptic Pseudo-Western Character RP
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"Seems to me like ya oughta put a lock-down on that rail 'fore that container's on the other side o the mississippi canyon, cause that's when yer trail goes cold, Marshall." "At the moment, no. Nobody besides the local sheriff and his deputies. They already have enough shit on their plate with bandits in the city. The rest of the Marshals are out in the wastes, helping the Rangers. So...that's where you all and I come in. We track 'em down, arrest or eliminate them, and bring the artifact back. If they take the train out...we go after them. A manhunt doesn't stop just because they jump the border. Not when the Marshals are involved."
"An this one?" He said, pointing to Jasper. "Jumpin them borders aint much of a thing, but yer lawman here's gonna have us a walkin duck hunt case we need to go into the union?"
"An this one? Jumpin them borders aint much of a thing, but yer lawman here's gonna have us a walkin duck hunt case we need to go into the union?" "If we do have to venture into Union territory, then Jasper will help us deal with Union forces. He's a former Union scout, so he knows their tactics. How they operate. If the worst happens, we'll find a way to blend in till we get the artifact back." responded Masterson. "If at all possible, we need to move quickly to make sure it doesn't reach Union territory in the first place."
Mariuz turned his motorbike off, kicked down the stand, and took a breath of hot air. Ah, stale with a hint of garbage. Not bad, he's definitely been worse places. Texas has been good to him so far, might as well take his chances here as well. He took a long around, finding himself outside some bar called the Lucky Lady. "At least I made it here with some fuel left in the tank," he muttered to himself as he banged on rusted drum between his legs. He got off the bike, adjusted his pants and turned to take inventory of his pack. "Hmmm...3 fuel cans, empty...5 various magazines of ammo...2 bed rolls...salvaged crap...cool." He counted on his fingers, making a mental note of it all. He stretched his arms, turned, and walked into the bar. The smell hit him first, oof, been awhile since his senses were dazed. Alcohol, perfume, and god knows what else but he quickly adjusted. He pulled his mask down, spit, and walked further in. Surveying his surroundings he saw a roughly empty bar, and what he assumed were purchasable women, walking around. One stood out behind the bar, with an aura of command around her. Must be the head girl he figured, and walked over to her. He took a seat as she took notice of him, probably sizing him up. "Hello, name's Mariuz." He introduced himself with a nod, and took off his hat placing it on his lap. She smiled back at him and said, "Welcome I'm Lilith and this is my bar, what brings you here? You're definitely new in town." "Hahaha what made me stand out? The fact that I'm covered in dust or that I'm not one of your regular four costumers?" He replied with a chuckle as he scanned the mostly empty brothel. She laughed at that one, "Ahhh you're a funny guy huh. Careful, one day that come back to bite your ass!" She shot back with a wink. "What can I get you?" He looked behind her at collection of spirits and didn't recognize anything he liked. "Ummm give me something rough." He got out a five dollar bill and slid it across to her. Also looking for somewhere to unload some wares. Got salvage and need to refuel. Currently just exploring around. Maybe a job or two wouldn't be too bad if the opportunities good..." He said to her almost trailing off. She snatched the crumbled bill and talked as she poured his drink. "Well there's a market off that way, can sell or buy pretty much whatever you want. Fuel station is on the North end of town, and as for jobs...." She took a second to think and she placed the glass in front of him. "There's actually something you might be useful for. See that back door?" She gestured behind her towards the dark end of the bar, "go ahead and knock on that door. Mention I sent ya." Mariuz thought for a second to himself, said fuck it and knocked back the drink in one gulp, searing his throat. "Ahhh that's damn good. Thanks for the help I appreciate it." He took another fiver, handed it to her, and strode over the door before stopping midway. Should I sell my shit and replenish first? Nahhh. He continued his stride up to the door, hearing hushed voices on the other side. He cleared his throat, and knocked.
Jasper stepped over and opened the door, as Masterson continued talking to the others. "Yeah?" he asked, peeking out.
Mariuz put his head up to the door, and it was suddenly opened, startling him. A tall man, obviously not entirely human, stood in front him. Solid build, strong face, and a badge on his chest. Mariuz composed himself, "Hello sir, Mariuz is the name. The lady back there referred over in this direction. Looking for a job or opportunity if you're hirin'?" He tried to peer into the room and got a glimpse of a party of various people all paying attention to someone deeper in the room. "Uh..nothing illegal though right?" He added on, inquisitively.
"Uh..nothing illegal though right?" "No. The opposite. Come in, and get caught up." said Jasper. He stepped out of the way, allowing Mariuz in.
The man stepped aside, to Mariuz's relief that he didn't just step into some sort of illegal gambling ring. He took a step inside, taking in the dark view. There were about eleven others in the room, various sizes and backgrounds, even a couple females. They were all sizing him up as it got quiet. The man at the front, big and commanding, welcomed him in. Not wanting to draw too much attention himself, he nodded and grabbed a seat near the door to listen. Interesting so far, he thought to himself.
Eagle drummed his hands. "Well marshal, let's get started then?" He nodded towards the others in an enthusiastic fashion. ------------------ Malin remained silent and listened to Masterson. She pondered if her diplomatic status even allowed her to be the deputized. Then again people living in the wastelands didn't much care if you had a fancy title. After all if you were ablebodied and fit you were you a potential slave and if you were armed you were a threat.
Diplo nodded back at Eagle, "I'm inclined to agree with my mechanical friend, the longer we leave this the further those scoundrels get from our grasp!" Diplo's fingers were drumming against the table impatiently now, "Plus I'm eager to shoot something! My defense matrix hasn't had a workout in a few centuries after all.."
Eagle chuckled and glanced at Diplo. "Easy there cowboy, let's not go rampant with the shooting just yet."
"Alright. Well, one of you can fill in the new guy. I need all of you to raise your right hand and repeat after me..." said Masterson. What followed was the swearing in process. Really a technicality. After he finished, Jasper walked around and handed out deputy badges from the box in his hands. They were made of some form of metal, silver and recently buffed so that they were shiny. The ones given to the Synths and Robots had a special magnet on the back so that it stuck to them instead of having to be pinned on. Etched on the front were the words REPUBLIC MARSHAL'S DEPUTY, along with the emblem of the Republic. "Now that that's settled, we can head out. We'll stop by the jail to get Boombox his weapon, and give a weapon to any of you that needs one. If you have a preference, speak up. I think we might have a decent selection over there. Afterwards, we head to the mechanics. If you have a personal vehicle, you may bring it with you, but the rest of you will be riding on a transport with me. Just make sure you gas up. Its a four hour trip to Dallas from here...hope some of you brought cards or something to read." stated Masterson once Jasper had finished. He looked to each of them, nodded once when he was satisfied, then headed out. Jasper followed, shoving a few badges in his pocket and tugging Eliza along as he went. The badges were if they recruited any more into their posse along the way, which sometimes happened. The group traveled outside, passing through town and over to the jail. A few more local deputies were inside this time, having returned from rounds around the town or clean-up duty after last night. Boombox was given his weapon back, and other weapons were retrieved from the gun cases and out of a back room. Ammunition was handed out to those that needed it, and soon enough they were on the move again. To the mechanic's shop on the north end of town. When they arrived, Masterson showed them to the bus. "This is a Marshal's transport. Some of you might have seen them before. Armored up, two machineguns on top, bullet proof glass protecting the driver. I'll be driving, Jasper will be on the machine gun up top. Mariuz, you can gas up at the fuel station over there. Just say you're with me, and they'll let you gas up for free. Follow behind us. Rest of you, load up." Everyone filed into the large bus a moment later, as Mariuz moved his bike over to begin fueling. Inside the bus, it was rather cozy. Comfortable seating, places to store weapons, even a pair of cages in the back for unruly criminals. Jasper ended up handcuffing Eliza to one of the seats in the bus, much to her dismay, before stashing her guns in a gun locker and moving on to his position. Masterson moved up to the driver's seat, getting settled in and firing up the bus. The engine roared to life, after having to be turned over a few times. Last time, it would barely crank. That IED did a number on it. Frank worked fucking wonders when it came to vehicles, it seemed. He tapped the fuel dial, and it registered at full. Good. They'd go as soon as Mariuz was finished with his vehicle, and that came about ten minutes later. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7mICybM1sRY The road to Dallas up what was left of I-45 North was rather quiet. Usually bandits would attempt to strike vehicles or caravaans that passed between the two cities, but that just didn't happen this time. They did pass by a group of Texas Rangers, though, so that might have been why. The Rangers were the military arm of the Republic of Texas, based out of Fort Hood. Historically, they were the remnants of the U.S. Army in the state of Texas, which managed to survive the nuclear armageddon all those years ago. They still used left over Army weaponry and gear, and to good effect. As Masterson and his posse passed, they got a wave from the Rangers. Apparently their commander recognized him or something. Masterson waved back, but the bus kept going. They had a job to do, and nothing was slowing them down. The American Wastes in Texas were what you'd expect, honestly. A dry, dusty wasteland, with the occasional bush or dead tree here and there. There were some animals, such as horses and cows. Both usually near a farmhouse or ranch. These were the brave types, the ones willing to settle outside of a settlement and risk bandit or raider attacks. The ones the Marshals were usually sent out to assist. As they continued onward towards Dallas, the farmhouses and ranches became fewer and fewer. Farther out from Houston, less likely to get help. Soon enough, there was nothing but baren land. The city of Dallas was a shadow of its former self, but was still the largest settlement in the Republic of Texas. All the railroads came and went from Dallas, venturing off into parts unknown. There was even a railroad that ran down to Houston, often to deliver supplies or move troops and gear. The most used one, though, was the one that headed up to Memphis. Memphis was sort of the bridge between the Midwest and the East. From there, you could take a train down to Orleans or elsewhere in the Bayou, or to one of the other settlements. For the time being, though, travel up towards New England or Knox was halted. Union and the Raiders, obviously. As the posse neared Dallas, the ruins of the Dallas skyline also came into view. Mere skeletons of the old skyscrappers, the glass windows having been broken or fallen out over the years. Some of the buildings weren't even standing straight anymore, having broken in half or fell over entirely. Beneath them, the settlement of Dallas was bustling. Walls had been errected around it to keep out bandits, and the group would have to pass through a checkpoint to move through. Apparently the thieves must have got through, as they didn't see a flatbed outside of the city. They stopped momentarily, Masterson flashing his badge through the windshield of the bus. Mariuz did the same as he was inspected, showing his own deputy badge. They were allowed through, one of the local deputies motioning for them to head on in. Inside, it was a much different look compared to that of Houston. Closed in streets, buildings everywhere. Some made from scrap, some just the buildings that had been standing there since before the war. There were resteraunts, shops, bars, saloons...everything one could want in a settlement. The bus continued on down the street, moving slowly as to not run over anyone or hit other vehicles, before pulling into a large garage. A marshal's station. "Alright. We're here. I'm gonna head over to the sheriff's office and ask around. If you want to poke around, do so. We'll meet back up at the Lone Star Hotel just up the street. They'll have some rooms we can use for the night. Jasper, keep an eye on Eliza." said Masterson, as he turned off the engine and stood. Jasper climbed down from his position in the machine gun nest, and gave Masterson a thumbs up.
Sami stood on the back wall, listening attentively. He didn't have much to offer at the moment so he let the others ask the questions. The prospect of being a deputy was quite intriguing to him, on one hand, he'd be primarily dealing with people but on the other, he might be able to help people like himself. " I'm in marshal. " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- " Ooooohwe, we got a ragtag bunch here, " Jonah said glancing at the two other mutants in the room. " Always glad to see mutants faces, and nice to meet both of you too. " His chair started making slight creaking noises as he practically hovered in his chair in excitement. Pausing, he turned to the marshal. " We'll get to stop and see some landmarks on the way, right boss? "
With her hair still tied up into a knot and with her light blue coat closed Malin eyed the others with a mix suspicion and curiosity. She stopped at Boombox. Malin smiled and a did a quick wave to get this attention. "As a synth do you feel threatened by the Union?" ------------------------- Eagle remained standing inside the bus. He had positioned himself next to Eliza to keep an eye on her. "Comfy?" He asked, followed by a chuckle.
((Bit late, @BirdCrow . We're already getting off the bus in Dallas. :V))
Sami didn't stray from the inside of the bus, preferring instead to stay inside and look over the weaponry he'd grabbed. A simple 38 revolver, chosen for long distance combat and a buck knife. He'd much prefer avoiding using the gun but he'd reckon that if it came down to it, he could. ------------------------------------------------------------ Jonah was off the bus before it stopped. "C'mon slow pokes, anyone know any fun places in town? " He yelled back.
"In an odd way this reminds me of home." "A garage reminds ya of home? Where ya from, Motor City?" said one of the mechanics that was nearby. The other two near him chuckled. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ "I'll help ya, partner. Two pair of eyes is better than one." Jasper looked to Eagle. "Yeah. Especially with this one." he said, glancing to Eliza. She simply returned a grin. He tugged her along, as the group departed from the garage. Masterson broke away from the pack, heading down the street. The sheriff's office was a few blocks over, along with the local prison. Both were inside of the old pre-war police station that was here in Dallas, so it was an easy landmark to remember if you ever got lost in the city. Which was easy to do, as sometimes you'd find yourself wandering out into the ruins of the city where squatters lived. And they weren't really the friendly type if you encroached on their territory. As he walked, he took note of a few strange individuals passing by him. Clearly raiders, from their looks. Quite surprising to see any inside Dallas, considering how raiders typically were. They probably weren't armed, as their guns would have been taken from them at the gate. This bunch was pretty fucking brave. One of them, seeming to be the leader, had a mohawk. Her hair was pure white in color, like powdered snow, and her eyes were an ice blue. A deep scar cut across her nose from cheek to cheek. She cut him a look as she passed, and smirked. "Howdy, Marshal." she said, her voice bearing a hint of malice as she exagerated an accent. He eyed her, pausing for a brief moment to watch them walk away. Why the hell were they here? He knew they weren't the ones that took the artifact. They wouldn't have stayed here if they did. He shook his head, and continued on. If they did something stupid, they'd get arrested or killed. Simple as that.
Malin frowned. "I saw alot of bunkers as a child. Visiting the many garages were always my favorite thing to do. Pre-war machinery is quite impressive when it works." -------------- As the group exited the garage Malin took the opportunity to record as much as possible. A small robotic orb, clearly built post-war, hovered above her left shoulder in an erratic fashion as Malin photographed and recorded the Dallas skyline, streets and citizens. -------------- Eagle stayed close to Eliza and Jasper. He hoped that his own reputation would be enough to deter anyone dumb enough to ignore a GEH like Jasper.
Mariuz realized he stepped into the meeting just as it was wrapping up, and the head deputy was going around giving everyone badges. He took one from the pile, and pinned it to his breast pocket. Shiny! He looked up and saw everyone was packing up so he started introducing himself to everyone as they walked out together. He learned the head guy was a Marshall, went by the name of Masterson and had a lot of pull in this town. They were after some stolen artifact they suspected was somewhere in Dallas. He just came from that way, but he held his tongue. Granted he didn't actually enter Dallas when he rode through. They walked outside, and he went over to his bike, got on, and headed up to the station to refill his fuel tanks. The Marshall said he had 10 minutes, and he was back in 8 right behind the bus. He saw the deputy from earlier on top of the bus, manning the gun. I hope they oiled it... He thought to himself as he signaled the Marshall in the mirror of the bus, and they were ready to roll. Goggles on, he enjoyed the view, although mostly empty on the long drive to Dallas. He could see the rest of the crew on the bus chatting, but he didn't mind the wind howling in his ears as he made mental notes of the land. After a long while, they finally came to the outskirts of the city. He could see a lot more activity now, and the broken relics of the past towered before them. They came up the first checkpoint, and he flashed his badge as instructed, and he was let through along with the bus. Getting to keep both his weapons is a nice perk of the badge. Soon enough they came to a stopping point, at a large garage converted into the a Marshall station. Mariuz parked his car right next to bus, put his goggles and hat on the seat, and saw the rest of the crew making their way off the bus, including Masterson. He heard him point out a hotel just down the street. He walked up a couple of them and said, "Anyone up for some drinks or games at the hotel? It's getting rather late..."
"Anyone up for some drinks or games at the hotel? It's getting rather late..." Eliza heard Mariuz, and commented promptly. "What, are you scared of the dark?" she said, with a bit of a chuckle. Jasper tugged on her cuffs' chain again, shutting her up. "It'd be best if we got something to eat first. Check out the gun shops to see if they have any better hardware than what we got from the jail back in Houston. You might find something you like." said Jasper, looking back to Mariuz. "Watch for pickpockets." he added, before heading towards a nearby resteraunt. Apparently hamburgers were on the menu. 100% beef too, according to the sign. It better be. Mutant meat was illegal inside the settlements, but it didn't stop some from slipping it in every now and then. They say it added a bit of spice to the flavor, but barely anyone was a fan of eating it.
Slade climbed out of the truck. He looked to the horizon for a few seconds before moving on to one of the workers at the garage. "If ya see a horse that looks like it went through the same ringer I did, don't be scared. It's friendly if you show it some love." He looked back at the rest of the deputes "So, what are we doing tonight?"
Nearby the restaurant was a shallow alleyway sandwiched between two makeshift buildings. A pile of old wooden pallets was protected there by a tarp, suspended from the rooftop to the next wall over to protect from the elements, and a few transient-looking fellows were sitting around enjoying drinks in the shade. Conspicuously tucked up in the corner where he could watch the passers-by with suspicion was an older man who was considerably better equipped for travels than his contemporaries. His name was Wesley, and he peered at Masterson's recruits from under the brim of his hat.
Noticing the man watching his group, Jonah did the natural thing and went up and introduced himself. " Hey there! You live here? Whats it like? My names Jonah. Any sights to see? " Jonah jumbled out.
He heard one of the girls, being led in handcuffs, quip back at him about grabbing some drinks. He threw her an ugly look before she was yanked away by the deputy and one of the more robotic guys. Heard his name was Eagle, he was familiar with his reputation but never met him before, glad he's on our side. Noticing the rest of the crew seemed to go their own way, he went back into the garage saying hi the mechanics. "Hey guys, how's it going? Name's Mariuz, sort of a mechanic myself. What ya'll workin on this late?"
Malin spotted Jonah trying to introduce himself to one of the locals. She slowly approached while making sure that she was regarding the quite menacing-looking man.
Diplo stumbled off the bus, almost losing his footing and plunging face first into the dirt, he'd hoped that no one had seen. "Ahh Dallas.." He sighed surveying the broken skyscrapers and dingy shacks and structures littering the once bustling skyline, "Not quite what it used to be... But I dare say it's an improvement either way." Diplo chuckled to himself. Diplo noticed Jonah approaching the stranger, as well as Malin keeping a close eye on the interaction, he approached and stood alongside Malin, "These locals don't look terribly friendly and I doubt they're terribly fond of the fuzz. Do you think we should intervene?" Diplo leaned over speaking in a hushed tone to Malin.
Japser paused for a moment, glancing back to see Jonah attempting to speak to what might be one of the locals. Hopefully he caught what he said earlier about pick pockets. Malin and Diplo seemed to be keeping an eye on him, though, so they were fine for the time being. They proceeded on into the restaraunt, which had quite a few patrons already. Eliza sat with Eagle, while Jasper went up to the front to order. "Been a while since I had a burger." said Eliza, glancing over to Eagle as she sat back in the wooden chair. "Is that right, Lizzy? Never had one myself. Thought I'd try one to go while I was here." said a voice, on the other side of her at the next table. Eliza froze up almost immediately. Oh fuck. OH FUCK. She slowly turned her head, peeking out of the corner of her eye. And there she was. The one woman she was dreading to see. God fucking damnit. Why here? Why now? While she was in fucking hand cuffs and without her guns!? Next to her, a french fry now poking out of her mouth, was Sarah 'Snow' Drake. Another raider from Motor City. Her ice blue eyes and snow white mohawk gave it away. Sarah looked around the room a bit, before letting her eyes drift back to Eliza. And then she grinned. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_FTE1jshYq4 Motor City, fifteen years ago... "LIZZY. We've got some more meat. Boss wants 'em turned into fighters." yelled one of the raiders, standing atop of a scrap heap as he looked back to where Eliza was standing. "So? That's your fucking job, dumbass. Not mine." replied Eliza, looking back and pointing the bottle she had been drinking from at him. It was already half empty because some fuckhead had drank out of it when she wasn't looking. She wasn't losing the rest of it over stupid shit like training piss ants to be proper raiders. "Not this time, bitch. Boss picked you SPECIFICALLY for this. Wants you to pull more weight around here than just capping runners. So get that sweet ass of yours up here." said the man, turning and waving his hand back to the group behind him. A moment later, a now empty beer bottle hit him right between the eyes, shattering upon impact. There was laughing scattered about, as Eliza climbed up the rocks and debris to where the raider was now laying unconcious. "Go drool over Rayne's ass. Heard she was lookin' for you anyway." she spat, looking down at him. She nudged him off the scrap pile into the dirt below, then looked up to the group of 'meat' that they had gathered up. All of them were kids. Like she had been when she was snatched up and thrown into this life. Most of them looked as though they wouldn't last. Those would either be thrown into the pits to fight, or used as mutant bait. There was one, though. She looked about twelve, with blue eyes and light blonde hair. Kinda cute. Certainly didn't belong here, though. "You. Step up." said Eliza, pointing to her. The little girl did as she was told, looking utterly terrified that she was singled out over the others. "What's your name? So I don't have to call you something stupid, like whitehead or something." The little girl whimpered a bit, before finally stuttering out her name. "S-S-Sarah." "Well, Sarah...Welcome to Motor City." _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ "So how've you been, Lizzy? Cute bracelets by the way. They look nice on you." said Sarah, motioning to Eliza's cuffs with a finger. "...what the hell are you doing here, Sarah? Finally got tired of riding Dixon's dick?" said Eliza, looking about before glancing back to Sarah. She genuinely hoped that the guards actually searched this bitch before letting her in the city. Paranoia was sitting it. The fear that Sarah was just gonna kill her on the spot was inching into her brain. "Oh, looking for you. Like I've been for the past two years. As for Dixon, didn't you hear? I'm his right hand now. I took your place finally." said Sarah, picking up another fry from her plate and slipping it into her mouth. There was an audible moan which escaped her lips. "God, these are delicious. They don't make fries like these back home...come to think of it, they don't even make fries back home." "Are you really gonna try and kill me here, Sarah? There's fucking Marshal's deputies all around. As well as the local ones and the sheriff. And God knows who else." said Eliza, looking over towards Jasper and Eagle. "Oh, I know. The GEH is cute. Seems like a tightass though. Anyway, no. I'm not going to kill you. Dixon wants you back alive. He wants to make an example out of you." replied Sarah, smirking a bit before tossing another fry into her mouth. "Personally, I'd just shoot you. I mean, you couldn't do a damn thing about it right now. Or even if you weren't cuffed and had your revolver. Everyone knows I'm faster than you." Eliza looked to Sarah. To be honest...she was right. Sarah was faster. And had been faster for years. That's what scared her. Sarah tossed one last fry in her mouth, before standing. "Catch ya real soon, Lizzy. That's a promise." she said, making a finger gun gesture at her as she strolled out of the restaraunt. Leaving Eliza sitting silent in her seat. Fucking christ, she needed her guns.
"Hey, Donner," one of the bums called out, "I think this fella's talkin' to you." Wesley looked to the homeless man and spat some dust out of his mouth, as if he hadn't spoken in a while. "I know that, Clemmons. I'm just not sure what he's playing at." He turned back to Jonah. "I don't live... anywhere," he rasped in a confused tone. "What's this about?"
Eagle watched as Sarah left the restaurant. He slowly holstered his concealed 9mm currently held under the table. After sliding it into his holster he looked at Eliza. "You look like you've just spoken with Death hismelf." He gestured towards the door where Sarah left. "Problem?"
"Problem?" "The problem is I need out of these fucking cuffs, and access to my guns." muttered Eliza, much more serious than she had been prior to now. You could say it was Death itself, and it had left her in a cold sweat. Jasper returned a moment later with two plates. "Like I said, you're not getting out of those cuffs till Masterson says." he said, before sitting down with them. "Eat." He pointed at the burger before Eliza, which she eyed. Looked like one of those pre-war hamburgers, alright. Grilled beef, buns made from scratch. What looked like lettuce and tomatoes on it, which were probably grown over near the Bayou and imported. The ground was more lush over there, so crops faired a little better. Beef probably came from one of those ranches that they had passed on the way here. Hopefully this isn't my last real meal. She did as she was told, grabbing the burger with both hands and chowing down. Jasper looked to Eagle. "I'd have got you something if you were able to eat. Since you're...you know." he said, before biting into his own burger.
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