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« Reply #225 on: October 13, 2010, 03:26:47 am »

Percy decided to do double duty by sending Pitivo down from the cupola to rest properly and 'get a bite or two.' He settled himself into the familiar confines of the gunner's chair, picking a spare headset from the built-in metal box over to one side. He tested the turning then spinning the cupola around three or four tuimes and sighting in on various rocky targets. he noticed the farseer scope on teh port gun (they looked to percy's eye to be some kind of take on a Vickers gun, large-bored and fast-firing. he looked out through the various vision blocks, sometimes with teh spyglass, sometimes through the scope on the guns, keeping and eye peeled for anything in the immediate vicinity.

"Harris?" he said into the intercom headset mic, "I'm taking over up here for Pitivo while he takes a rest. Poor fellow's been up since god knows when."
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« Reply #226 on: October 14, 2010, 11:41:05 pm »

Miri was happy to see Raby among his people.  It gave her a small pang of home sickness but she knew that she would not return there.  The memories of Paavan were too strong, they would sweep her away.  It was better to be here doing something worthwhile than moping.  She gazed out the porthole and broke in to a smile as she saw a blue green flash of cloth and got on the speaker tube.  "Look professor they have given us a luck sign.  We are fortunate indeed."
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« Reply #227 on: October 15, 2010, 03:53:48 am »

"Oh, really? I'd better wave back at 'em, then." Percy got up, climbed the short ladder to the ptop edge of the gun enclosure, life the edge of the canopy and waved ethusiastically to the last Vardo in the line that was visible in the distance, including the handsign for wishing 'Plenty Luck and Prosperity' that Papa Sanzo's travellers had taught to him so long ago, getting the same and better in answer from the departing Caravan.

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« Reply #228 on: October 20, 2010, 08:25:25 am »

The East road went quite far before turning around towards the north. The terrain was more open than in the straighter route, making it easier to spot any potential trouble. There appeared to be no other vehicles, besides a few scrap trawlers in the distance. The lonliness was picturesque, in its own way.

Suddenly, a cloud of dust was kicked up on a ridge beside them. A figure slid down it haphazardly, before coming to a halt right in their path. The man waved his arms wildly, attempting to get them to stop.
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« Reply #229 on: October 20, 2010, 11:29:18 pm »

Percy racked the turret around rapidly to train the guns on the figure in the road as Harris tried to stop the Juggernaut of the rig without digging the treads into the roadbed;  the Child finally slid to a creaking, angled halt, the muzzle of the Maxim (still protruding from the Driver's gunport) literally poking its muzzle into the man's face.Percy , seeing that the maxim had the drop on the fellow, slowly racked the turret around to scan the surrounding countryside. Noting presented itself as a target. Odd...

He yelled down at the fellow, "That's a wonderful way to get tank-trod, don't you know that?! State your business, and make it quick!"
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« Reply #230 on: October 21, 2010, 03:07:54 am »

The man stared up, wild-eyed. He was wearing tight leather, a trailing crimson scarf and a pair of goggles keeping up his shock of straw hair.

"My business? Getting out of here!" he declared. With preternatural agility, he leapt up before a shot could be fired, running on top of the vehicle.

At that moment, a group of five men appeared on the ridge. They wore grey coats and caps, clearly being part of the Yorkshire military. Their leader pointed at the man.

"There 'e is! Ya thieving pig! Halt!" They started to shoot at him, rifle bullets clanging off of the hull of the Child.
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« Reply #231 on: October 21, 2010, 01:59:15 pm »

What to do! Percy didn't have enough information about either pursuers or pursued to make a valid judgement, but he didnt want to start a battle on the spot, either. There might be a Yorkie column nearby for all he knew. He did the only thing he could do under teh circumstances.

BOOMMM Went the blunderbuss that Percy pulled from his coat's right thigh pocket, and fired into the brassy sky as he stood up on the firing step of the turret and poked his head and shoulders clear of the canopy. The pistol-ball payload flew up out of harms way as he drew the shell pistol from the other pocket and pointed it at the scruffy tank-climbing refugee. "GET OFF THE TANK!" he screamed, helped by the natural indignation common to tankers everywhere when somebody climbed on their 'baby' without permission ."WE DITN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TA BOARD! 

"NOW, STAY THERE!" Percy yelled, once the man was off of the Child.

"Now, whats all this about?" Perc y called to the Yorkshire soldiers. "What's he done to make you chase 'im all the way here?"
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« Reply #232 on: October 21, 2010, 09:03:28 pm »

Harris sat behind the controls shaking his head in disbelief chuckling at the mad audacity of their temporary passenger. From the control room there was little he could de about the situation so he set about checking the various dials and readouts to make sure his emergency breaking hadn't done any damage to the rig's components.
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« Reply #233 on: October 22, 2010, 02:19:18 am »

The cracking of the blunderbuss caused Pitivo to wake with some trepidation. Grumbling and dealing with his bed head as he slipped on his gauntlets, grabbed his revolver, and searched for the source of the racket, his eyes half closed with fatuige.
"Sassa frassin, raga fraggin..." He grumbled as he heard the thumping of footsteps on the roof of his sleeping quarters.

He trudged his way to the rear of the rig before clambering halfway up the ladder, aiming his gun at the source of the racket.
"Shuddup!" He barked with intense annoyance as his shot rang through the clear, desert air as the bullet sailed through the unknown assailant's leg.

"Some people are trying to sleep!" He growled.
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« Reply #234 on: October 22, 2010, 03:46:41 am »

Percy rolled his eyes at this latest turn of events. "Sorry!" he called down to the sandy-haired tank climber, "but I did warn you to get off; there're others aboard here who're a bit less diplomatic than I."  He turned back to ward the soldiers, who had clambered partway down the rig-ward side of teh slope, the better to parley with the rig's impromptu spokesmen.

"Sorry about that, our regular turret-man has been up all hours on guard recently, so he's a bit angry at the interruption to his nap." He called more softly down to Pitivo, "Always a good idea to run riff-raff off of the rig, Pitivo, but please don't shoot anyone else until we can get this sorted out; for all we know there's a Yorkie column other side of that ridge. We can probably fight free, but it's to Yorkshire we have to go for the sake of the contract, and I'd prefer to avoid having a firefight with their bordermen over a misunderstanding, if possible."
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« Reply #235 on: October 22, 2010, 04:44:18 am »

Miri heard the thumps and the gunshots and came out looking bemusedly at Pitivo's grumpy, sleepy face.  "Professor I should patch him up?"  She was rather interested in the men in gray.  The moved like pack dogs and she imagined they could be just as snippy and territorial.  Their dark haired leader looked at the wounded thief like he was sizing up a bone.  There was a rather colorful history there she imagined.  It was strange how much people and animals resembled each other when you really looked. 
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« Reply #236 on: October 22, 2010, 11:39:27 am »

"Is it alright if our healer works on his leg?" Percy asked the apparent leader of the squad, which was now very close to the Child, having realized that Percy and the other riggers would probably not shoot them if they remained peaceable, however heavily-armedly and pensively so they might be.

Percy gave the outward appearance of being completely relaxed; in reality, however, he was like a tightly-coiled, compressed spring, ready to snap into Battle Mode instantaneously, if either Sandy Hair or the border guards offered a sudden threat. He was also ruled by his diplomatic, rather sociopathic side, however, which meant that he was also cagey as all hell right now in the face of a squad of possibly-heat-mad foot soldiers with an itching collective grudge-bite. A veritable steel saber, wrapped in calm, cool-headed, deferential diplomacy (or the closest thing to it Van Scagg could muster from within himself) was the weapon needed here...
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« Reply #237 on: October 22, 2010, 06:09:03 pm »

The Yorkshire squad leader panned his weapon back and forth. He realized that despite being professional soldiers, the tank in front of them was nothing to scoff at.

"That man's a Lancashire spy." he growled. "And this is deep York territory. Never mind patching him up and hand him over."

The tank climber coughed. "I would say I am an observant national... and an unlucky one at that!" he protested.

"If you folk want to go on your way you'll hand him over." replied the Yorkshire leader sternly. "This doesn't concern travelers. This is a political issue - a serious one."
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« Reply #238 on: October 22, 2010, 09:08:17 pm »

"Miri? Friends? Any objection to handing the Jonah over to the authorities present?"  HE called to the soldiers, "come and git 'im. Miss Miri, please allow them to do their duty."  A little urgency crept into his voice as his anxiety mounted. He didn't really like the way things were going, and it all felt just a little bit off. Why was the squad all by itself out here, and why did Percy feel like there should be the noise of a column somewhere close by? It wasn't as if soldiers didn't ever go off patrolling in single squads, but still...

God, don't let this be some kind of Bandit trap,  Percy prayed, and shouldered teh blunderbuss, his hand hovering gripping tohe top railing of teh turret near the outside breast pocket of his traveling coat,  where he had pocketed the revolver he had assembled and loaded at the healer's hostel. The shell pistol would wipe out the patrol in just a couple of shots, especially at this range, but there was a danger of shrapnel and worse hitting Pitivo and Miri.
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« Reply #239 on: October 22, 2010, 10:38:23 pm »

Harris was tightly coiled at the controls, everything seemed to be in perfect working order and with Percy having mercifully left the listening horn engaged Harris had a good idea of the situation... and he didn't like it one bit. The whole situation smelled like a ripe midden heap. A squad like this wouldn't be far from it's command, but he couldn't see any dust clouds of a large column in any of the scopes.

A tank this size there was little he could do from here, unless... yes there was one trick he had at his disposal, and he could even pass it off as a byproduct of the hard breaking. Harris was quite stunned at how well the rig had handled it. Even before these thoughts flashed through his head he started manipulating controls with hair's breath precession, pressure began accruing and momentum stored without the rig actually moving.

A quick control shift at anytime would cause quite a jolt in the rig, he wished he could warn the other crew to hold on... but he couldn't without drawing the attention of the increasingly unwelcome passengers. The situation would need to resolve itself quickly however, what he had setup was quite dangerous if the potential energy was left to acquire for too long.
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« Reply #240 on: October 23, 2010, 01:36:31 am »

Percy turned his head as he sensed a change... Old steamtankers tended to develop a sixth sense for such, what with steam powerplants being the way they were, and while Percy had not been in a tank in a few years, the old habits were still there -- and there was something suddenly different about the feel of the behemoth under his feet, and vibrating into the palm of the hand that held onto the turret's inner topmost railing. He craned his neck around and looked at the funnel, just aft of the turret; no change there, just coal smoke and very little steam, the conservation steam pipes being well-connected... Then it hit him -- there was just a bit more smoke coming from the funnel, and from the open hatchway came the sound of the pops and smack!-like noises from the boiler far down in the belly of the beast as its internal pressure increased, the dings and dents from the installation process popping out smooth, and differently-heated surfaces reacting to the expansion of one versus the other.

Harris, lad, what'd you just do, you mad sainted genius!? Percy thought, then said, "Miri? Pitivo? let's all get aboard; there's nothing more we can do here, and we're burning schedule time." He kicked the inside of the turret twice, and called out when everyone was aboard, "Let's go, Harris! Hang on tight, everyone!"
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« Reply #241 on: October 23, 2010, 04:25:50 am »

Miri had decided she did not like politics up close.  It was far too much a strange beast that bit it's own tail and wondered where the pain came from for her to put herself in range of it's flailing. She moved backwards closer to the rig and farther from the man.  "Sorry.  If it helps it is a very clean shot and should heal well on it's own."  There was a sparkle on the ground near the spot the strange man had fallen.  Miri thinking it was the round from Pitivo's gun, picked it up and pocketed it.  Old shell casings could be melted down and remade.  They did a lot of remaking at home because trade was seasonal and limited.  Gathering scrap had been a habit fostered since childhood.   Stepping aboard the ship Miri felt the small bit of warm metal in an absentminded way and realised it was not a bullet at all.
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« Reply #242 on: October 23, 2010, 06:36:24 am »

Harris hears the call and for explanations later he calls over the general intercom inside and outside the Rig "Dammit I told we we shouldn't have braked that..." as he talks he slips out the brakes and pushes the main drive lever halfway. Crashes and bangs can be heard through the rig as unsecured items tumble to the floor as the rig gives several shuddering lurches as the drive wheels for the tracks slip and grip due to the excessive torque being applied to them before it resumes it normal smooth roll. The chaos on the roof of the rig is no less dramatic as soldiers and runner both lose their footing resulting in several sprains, headaches all round and probably a concussion or two.

Over the internal intercom Harris calls out "Everyone OK back there? Perhaps we can deal with our guests topside in a more controlled fashion? I don't think those still conscious are in any real position to cause a ruckus."
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« Reply #243 on: October 24, 2010, 07:52:34 am »

"BLOODY HELL!" Percy yelled as the tank bucked and shuddered like not-quite-broken stallion. "HARRIS! Stop this bleeding --OW~!-- Juggernaut before you kill us all!" HE knew Harris did it intentionally, and was glad of it, but appearances had to be kept up; he hoped the others, Harris Especially, understood that. The Soldiers had hung on, but two had dropped overboard and lay sprawled awkwardly in the sand, and the leader was knocked unconscious, his head lolling to one side almost as if he were drunk. All were as battered as if the aforementioned stallion had stomped on them, and Percy himself had a nasty bruise on his forehead and apparently a cut, from the blood running into his left eye. Pitivo and Miri, from what little he could see for certain, were unharmed but shaken up.

Miss Miri, Pitivo, sorry to impose, but it looks as if we have six patients now instead of just one. I know,m they brought it on themselves, but goodwill earned now might just serve us well in the days to come. lets get them down below  and put 'em in the room we had our bandit prisoner in, and sandy boy locked in the other extra cell, before more people show up, and get them patched up and such while we get back under way. When the leader wakes up we'll get a destination from him, whether column, post, or hospital, but for now, lets just keep moving forward."

"What'd you pick up, Miss Miri?" Percy asked later, after he, she, and Pitivo gathered for a cuppa in the galley. HE examined the metal object she handed him, and mused, half to himself, "huh. this is a stamp...or a seal? hand me that bread slice, will  you Pitivo? Percy crushed the still-soft, warm scone in his left hand, producing a the gummy, spongy mass that usually results when bread is thus abused, and then pressed the stamp/seal into it, design-first. The result was a coat of arms. "Well, now, how about that?" he said, slightly nonplussed.

Awhile later, the leader and the rest of the soldiers were coming around in pain and disorientation as the Child barrelled down the road, and Percy went in to talk to them.

"It's all right, gentlemen, the rig bucked the way these Family Crest model UPC tanks do when they have to stop the way we had to, and the driver forgets the proper post-emergency-braking procedure to get started again. I thought Harris was a better driver than that, but then I myself hadn't been in a tank for a few years until recently, so I might have done the same thing myself if I had been at the levers. The important thing is, how are you lot feeling? Don't get up, Squad Leader,  you've had a nasty bump and you frankly don't look very good in that part of your scalp right now. Just lay back and tell us where to take you, and enjoy the ride. No worries about your prisoner, either, he's locked up next door in our other empty crew cell." A loud thumping, and yelling for water ensued, suddenly, from that direction. "Ah, haha, and it sounds like he's awake. Odd, we left him a cup of water for when he woke up..."

Percy continued trying to reassure the soldiers, "Your weapons and ammunition are all stacked in the corner, there, all of the guns and magazines unloaded, for safety's sake. You are, after all, our guests, and Miri's patients -- only fair, since its our tank you got injured on, and after I had essentially invited you aboard, as well. Dreadfully sorry about that. Surely we can get you to the nearest military hospital or whatever sort of facility you prefer."

Percy could be the very soul of hospitality when it suited him -- provided he was allowed to be thus...
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« Reply #244 on: October 25, 2010, 07:45:12 am »

Miri sailed in with her nearly pristine working white jacket and the arm band with bright crimson flashing.  She had pulled the jacket out from an oil cloth pouch in the bottom of her pack.  Miri only wore it to impress and this was looking like a a good time to be at her most professional.  "Ahh you are awake.  Please have some tea, it will help ease your pain I think.  Endure my questions for a moment and then I will flit away."  She ran simple tests to make sure there was no lingering damage.  "You all should rest a while more. Sudden movements will not feel so good I think."  Her mind went to the seal in her pocket she was torn on saying something. Gathering from the professors reaction it was important but she was not sure how it was so and she did not trust the solders to continue being civil when they knew of it.
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« Reply #245 on: October 27, 2010, 08:41:46 pm »

Percy let Pitivo climb into the turret since the fellow was wide awake now anyway, and then went forward to the cockpit and relieved Harris at the controls. "I'll take he rfor a bit, Harris. If you would go back and sight-check the coal bunkers, and come back and tell me, so we can get our heads together on how far we can get without refueling."

He eased in as Harris eased out, and let the rig run at the same speed and with the same settings as Harris had been using, except that he let off on teh throttle just a tad to conserve fuel. HE wondered, briefly, about the possibility of refitting the rig to burn coal oil instead of anthracite, but discarded the Idea, as it would be more expensive than they could afford, and besides, the rig wasn't actually theirs, after all.

They still had no other idea for a destination than the Atrium at Sheffield; the Squad Leader had apparently been unable to stay cogent long enough to think of a destination, and the other men had kept suggesting Sheffield, where there was some kind of military installation next to the old smithing and industrial district, which was still active even now. It meant a jaunt to the southwest, but there seemed no other option if they wanted to get the soldiers to a viable medical site.
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« Reply #246 on: October 30, 2010, 08:32:46 pm »

The Squad Leader shook his head, clearing it.

"Ahm, thank 'e." He muttered, taking stock of the situation. "I suppose Sheffield is fine for a stint of medicine but me an me men need to get that ruffian back to York Atrium." He gestured to the supposed fugitive who seemed to be sleeping, unconscious, or faking either of those.

"I'll smooth o'er this incidence as long as tha' mission is complete." asserted the leader. "In fact... if'n this rig can go fast enough it may be best to make a run for York. The less time spent dawdlin' the better."
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« Reply #247 on: October 30, 2010, 10:37:05 pm »

Harris is just passing the infirmary/cell on his way to check the auto-loader and hears the squad leader talking, after a quick grimace he walks into the room and leans up against the doorway.

"Ahh you're awake! Good, good. Sorry about that, you know how these girls get when you haul them up suddenly. Our employer would kill me if I got bits of someone stuck in the tracks. Anyways we're making a beeline for Sheffield right now, the older gents takin' a stint at the controls for a bit."

Harris takes a look around the room assessing the condition of everyone, the squad leader definitely seems the worst for wear, but should recover easily. "Miri, would you be so kind as to let me know when you've finished treating our guests here? Just gimmie a holler over the intercom. I want to have a friendly chat with the lads here but I don't want to get in your way, that an' the Professor would probably shoot me if I don't check on those hoppers."

With that out of the way Harris heads down to the engineering section and starts crawling over the machines to check everything properly.
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« Reply #248 on: October 31, 2010, 05:09:50 am »

Miri could feel the weight in her pocket that was the seal.  Such a small thing was such a heavy weight in her mind.  She had not shown anyone other than the professor her secret.  Miri trusted him as a sort of signpost to help her through the more complex social things she was rather rusty at.  "You can speak with Harris reclining like rajahs.  I do not wish to test the fates. Call if you need me."  She turned to the speaking tube and called for Harris. Perhaps she would speak with the professor again and ask him what he thought the seal was for but first she had another patent to tend.  She walked across the hall to the thief and closed the door.  For now she wanted to speak with him alone and make up her mind about what was going on with out the other side butting in.  Miri moved in close sitting in such a way that she could stop him if he tried to escape or hurt her.  He had been checked for weapons and he was bound but the scars on her right leg were proof that sometimes those were not enough.  "You can open your eyes now if you like.  We are alone and your breathing is too deep and erratic for you to truly be at rest.  It is a time to be honest, Yes?"
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« Reply #249 on: November 03, 2010, 06:52:20 pm »

Percy heard Harris' report on the bunkers and the rest of the engine machinery, and chuckled at Harris' recounting of his suggestion that Percy might 'shoot him' if he delayed when talking to the soldiers.

"Well, sounds like we have more than enough coal to reach Sheffield Atrium, but York? We'll need to take on coal at about halfway, and I mean a full load. we've got five more warm bodies aboard now, that's about an average of say 190 pounds apiece, round figures, so..." he fished his abacus from his coat pocket, rested it on the swinging Nav table, and while watching the road, clicked the beads around until he arrived at the answer, "nine hundred and fifty pounds, say about five bushels of coal for each 200 pounds... eight and a bloody half... we're burning at least seventeen extra bushels now per run. Increase the distances, and the number exponentiates, and York's about a hundred miles further on." He left Harris at the controls and went back to talk to the Squad Leader.

"Here, now, lad," Percy said, "We can take you to York itself, but we'll have to coal up to capacity at some point at or before halfway, and more water would not be amiss, either -- or our vehicle will grind to a fireless halt. Is there a coaling facility along the way that we could be given access to? Otherwise its Sheffield, I'm afraid, and refuel and rewater there --assuming we are allowed to do so."
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