Shiba drove through the wastelands grinning to himself as he drove knowing he was going to start his own tribe and take down scrotus. He wanted to cause true mayhem and blow up everything the warlord had before he would make scrotus eat a boom stick. As Shiba drove by he could see the scarecrows near the black top that was once the road. Shiba didn't used to be like this he used to remember living like a normal person where security, hope, and happiness were around and nobody had to kill another just for scrap. However Shiba has now gone insane but he has his voice in his head from when he used to be normal talking to him and trying to come back into what used to be normalcy.

Shiba soon drove up to the meeting place he told the others about. It was in the big nothing which was named that because their was hardly anything here and for them meeting in a place that was more or less secluded compared to being near gastown was a good thing. The meeting place was inside the big ship that was spit in two here, it was a perfect place to start up their tribe and meet up for the first time one way in or out and the place still had armor to protect them if need be. Shiba drove inside which was obviously empty with nothing but sand and a couple pieces of scrap left but soon it would be filled with his hopeful new allies. (chums hideout if you look at maps, sorry I couldn't actually get a picture of it)

Shiba then got out of his car and sat on top of the hood you know we used to be sane once, we didn't need to kill like this his voice told him and shiba groaned oh shut up you, its fun to blow up everything Shiba said laughing and he could hear his voice sigh to him maybe if were lucky being with other people might make you sane again Shiba pretended to contemplate that before saying nope! Then again Shiba laughed loudly causing a sigh from his voice. Now all they needed to do was wait on the others to join them...

Around 6 years ago
Just outside the 'Imperiu' borders
The engine of the old motorbike purred like a lion as Sasha gripped the pistol in her small, slender thirteen year old hands. She aimed down the slide at a scarecrow, patterned with bullet holes and missing any crows to scare. She squeezed the trigger, the bullet firing out and skimming the scarecrows face before landing succinctly in the sand behind said scarecrow. She let the gun drop to her waist, still gripping it tightly in a mixture of anger and disappointment.
"I missed again" She bemoaned, spinning on her heel to face her father. Her father was a strange man with a strange past. He said very little to anyone, but his daughter, was practically never seen without his chaperon and goggles on and was a bloody history teacher before the world went to hell. Of course, his past life was kept a secret from the members of his tribe, such knowledge would only serve to make him appear weak.
"Don't fret, buttercup you're getting a lot better, almost took his head off with that one."Spoke her father in his usual monotone voice reminiscent of numerous librarians and teachers around the world pre-apocalypse. All of a sudden his head shot to the left like a bloodhound that had found it's prey. His eyebrows narrowed under his goggles and he quickly mounted his bike. "C'mon, sandstorms a-brewin'" Sasha scurried over to the bike as she was told to. Loyalty and naivety were a package deal.

Present day
The Big Nothing
Sasha peered through the dust covered binoculars, more akin to a telescope because of the massive crack that travelled down one of the lenses. She watched as one of the members of their makeshift 'alliance' arrived on scene, complete with obnoxious muscle car. She let her binoculars drop to her chest as she pushed herself up from the surprisingly cool sand and got onto her bike. She checked her guns, the tech 9 hung loosely at her side and the m1911 sat securely within her boot. She lowered her goggles over her eyes and revved the engine of her bike. She at least hoped the people in the alliance weren't anywhere near as mental as some of the people she'd met during her small time in the wastes.

Sand flew and spiralled in the air as, Sasha's bike bounded across dune after dune and sped through the desert known as the big nothing. Her torn and tattered gloves gripped the handlebar tightly as she slowed and skidded into the entrance of the snapped ship. She walked it into the ship, pushing her thin scarf up over her mouth to conceal her identity in combination with her goggles. Of course, her long, curly red hair was a dead give away to anyone who knew her previously. She held her submachine gun cautiously as she spoke to the man.
"You part of the alliance?"

"The Big Nothing. Never really called that before. It used to have a name that meant something populated with people, animals, plants, trees and other things of the such. But now, it's a barren wasteland for miles and no longer considered truly habitable minus those brave and daring enough to traverse its territory. But nowadays what could truly be considered 'habitable'? Gastown maybe, but it was a place you had to...have to tread carefully-"

"Just stop Russ. I've been there plenty of times. I'm quite familiar with the city and with this entire desert. Right now we have a possible business proposition to look into. Someone by the name of- He said in a low gurgle, the voice box in his mask crackled slightly with each word. His partner gave him a sidelong glance as his one hand moved from the steering wheel to a small folder in which he gave to his masked friend.

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"Shiba Pop-woosh, Shiba Ortega. Also goes by Boom Stick."

"Not all that orginal." His partner snickered.

"Yeah well, heheh, he's kinda got a foot in the looney bin and the other hanging on to the past from the few things I managed to scrape together for info. So-" Russ looked over at his friend sitting next to him. The man's arms rested in his rifle.

"Where to boss?" Russ looked over to him with his head cocked to the side. The silence in the car was only filled by the sound of the engine roaring and the sand running through the tires. Russ's partner pulled out the picture of the ship they would be meeting at and tossed it onto Russ's lap as he picked it up and looked at it before looking at his friend, who pointed off slightly to the left of Russ. "28 clicks due Northeast. I want to set up exceptionally early today. From behind his mask he gave a slight smirk as he friend hit the gas, lurching the car forward as it accelerated towards its destination.

It didn't take to long to get there. The ship was in a semi secluded area with only one way in or out which was, more or less, a controversial decision. "Here we are boss. This........thing" Russ had parked up on a hill that kept the ship in sight but them hidden. His partner got out of the car and looked over at the ship, his eyes squinted due to the sun. His head turned slight towards Rusty but cocked to the side.

He looked over at him. "It doesn't appear that anyone has showed up yet. I want you to make contact with them while I provide overwatch for you." Russ just groaned. "Why can't you just make contact with them this time Pop-Woosh?" He turned to see Pop-woosh heading down to the ship before he slammed his hand on the car and followed suit, a double barrel in his hands.


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Zahir sat on the third deck from the main deck on the ship, tucked away in a darkened area that would provide him with the perfect spot to protect his friend while giving him the necessary camouflage. His partner Russ, remained at the bottom of the ship between both halves. "So! When are they soppused to show!?" He yelled allowed, though yelling was unnecessary thanks to the accuostics of the place. Rusty sat on piece of bent metal that was warped in such a way to give him something to sit on. He would whistle to himself as he waited but the wait wasn't for long. A hour or so passed by before the sound of an engine could be heard. Rusty stopped whistling as soon as he heard the engine approaching. "You got me covered right boss?" He asked aloud. Silence answered first before the sound of a round being chambered was heard. The obvious "yes". Rusty grinned under his mask as he watched the man approach before pulling out a picture. 'This is Shiba boss, be ready.' He thought to himself.

As the man had entered into the ship in his car and Zahir could see inside the driver's seat. 'Well as expected. The idealist behind this folly of a fantasy arrives first amongst the clan.' As the man exited the car, Zahir's scope was zeroed in onto him. Any sudden movements and the man would become another carcass in this forgotten wasteland. Zahir had kept his old rifle from before Armageddon; A Cheytech .408 M300 Intervention, carbon fiber chassis, 29" titanium barrel with precision rimming with silencer, High-powered scope with effective range of 900 yards with nightvision, all in all, the works were done to this weapon. He gave it the moniker Alrramah min Almayit, "Spear of the Dead".

It was funny that Shiba didn't take any recognition of his presence but then again, the man was a bit looney. He checked his shotgun to be sure he put rounds into it. He did, didn't he? After checking he decided to look at the sky for a moment before he heard the sound of another vehicle, this time a motorcycle... LOOK AT THAT BITCHIN BIKE! Behind the mask was a jawdropped Rusty as his hand came up to point at her as he mumbled "That's a HOT bitch on a bitching bike. Please tell me I'm not the only one seeing this."

Zahir had looked over to the approaching vehicle that disrupted the already semi quiet ship. Thankfully they hid their car from sight should they be ambushed. At least they would still have an escape. His eyes squinted as he focused his rifle over to the woman. He raised his crosshairs up until they were over her neck. "I believe we are STEEL HORSE HOTTIE!" Rusty chuckled from his spot as he made his way over to the group, already aware that should the wrong movements be made, someone would die. His head was cocked to the side as his shotgun rested over his shoulders. He turned to the man. "You must be Shiba Ortega. Black magic user, a sorta looney tune if ya ask me but aren't we all. I heard you had a small business proposition for me and Pop-woosh?" He said with a bit of cockiness to his voice.

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Shiba grinned as the two others came in apparently they were the first ones to come so Shiba didn't like waiting much. If the others showed up great if not he still had enough to get their first mission underway. He grabbed one of the boom sticks from the back of his ride and jumped on the car looking dramatic Hello to both of you one the firey red head of bikes and the other the proxy for the other guy, by the way do me a favor about that and tell him that Im not stupid Shiba told him laughing wondering if they thought he was stupid as well as insane when he moved I saw his silhouette. Now then as you are all aware im here to build up an alliance to destroy scrotus. That over muscled fucker has done horrible things to good people and he has done it without lifting a finger. I Say we take the fight to him and build an army doing it, if you both will direct your attention Shiba said pointing his boom stick a few miles south of their position towards the camp currently in control of the war boys. On a scale of 1-5 in terms of danger this was a one and would be good practice for them.

now we are all going to grab our equipment and take that camp over. by take over I don't mean to just get rid of the current occupants I mean we destroy their oil pumps so they have no reason to come over to our side of the desert. This will be our turf so their shouldn't be any reason for them to come other then to die. If you are with me then get on your rides! Shiba said laughing as he jumped into his car through the window with a total dukes of hazard window jump as he started his engine and made his baby ROAR! Roaring thunder is leading the charge baby!! Shiba yelled out happily waiting for the others to get in their rides for their first assault...

He was late, 'engine trouble' would be the simplest answer. If by engine trouble meaning he had to get two cups of dirt out of the air intake so he didn't throw a rod, then sure. As it was the treaded hearse plowed along at a comfortable speed with minimum kick-up thanks to the dustflaps keeping everything as subtle as can be. As he road, he had one ear jacked into a delightful little device, about the size of a smoke pack and all black. It took the sun and made music, sun there was plenty of, so there was plenty of music for him to listen to as he made his way to the cracked ship.

He wasn't the only one coming so he hoed they wouldn't all be lonely, or nuts. All in all, he arrived with as little ceremony as he could, watching the standoff as if it were nothing new. "Quit trying to see whose is bigger, anyone with a shotgun or rifle is compensating. She's bigger." This is said as he shoulders a shotgun and a rifle over each shoulder and walks the rest of the way into the split vessel. "I've got a crate of shotgun, a crate of rifle, a crate of pistol. A fifty-five of aqua and two hundred MRE. I can take it with me, you can shoot me and take it but I'm taking someone with me. Or I can leave it here and we can all not die together for a couple of weeks."

Rust only could cock his head to the side at the newest newcomer. "We're only watching our back buckko, not trying to see who got bigger balls but then again, I got a well known sniper on my side who could take you all out but that's not important." He started to walk out of the ship towards a car that had pulled up, the driver unable to be seen. "Let's just get a move on, psychosocial over here-" Pointing his finger that held his shotgun at shiba. "Wants to go after scrotus so it'll be best just to move out. We've kept up with his movements amongst others so we'll hightail it out there now so that way we can setup." He hoped into the driver's seat as he closed the window hatch. "First time in a while I forgot about the shadows." He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "Wake me up when we get there." "You got it."

Shiba grinned and roared his engine once more before he put it into gear leading the party to their destination. Shiba was enjoying this and they haven't even started attacking yet! Maybe it was because he had people following him into battle this time. Shiba drove through the dunes and sand that covered the once beautiful black top.

Shiba stopped the ride before they got to close for the enemy sniper to see them. The place was small compared to what is expected of a camp but it was still defnded by war boys and general defences to keep us out. They had a sniper that could pick us off if we got to close and they had their flame tank, a flame tank was really just a gas tank they pumped into a tube to shoot fire at anyone who got to close to the gate itself, then their was just the actual gate but busting through it was easy for a tough car. Time for shiba to step up he got into the back of his car which was open and he turned to them rust counter sniper them before we get to close if he is down then they have little to alarm them other then our roaring engines, im going to take out their flame tank so we can bust through the gate, finally newbie who hasn't told me his name yet bust through the gate. After that we let hell loose people, all this starts after you take out their sniper hit them fast and hard people. I want to see their faces as we storm their hidey hole Shiba said laughing loudly as he got into his car seat waiting for the sound of a sniper firing before he went to do his job...

The engines all roared to life like death's howl in the desert sun as they drove in a pack, Shiba leading the pack and The Phantom of the Desert providing support on the long drive. Zahir picked up the radio on all available channels and spoke. Turn to frequency 23 and remain on that." A moment would go by as he switched over to the same channel. "Ghost to Shiba, Ghost to Shiba. For now on until we are done I will go by the call sign Falcon 1, I will refer to you as Echo 1, The one with the truck, you are Iron 1, The one with the Motorcycle, your Horsemen 1. I'll shoot off to the nearby canyon and provide over watch for you all. Do not engage until you get my signal. The last thig they'll expect is another sniper so they will most likely be drawn to me. Once they are....Move in for the kill. Over and out."

Zahir tapped the side of Rusty's as they deviated from the group, heading to a cliff point that overlooked the campsite and, quite possibly, any snipers that would be in the area. A few minutes would go by as they made their way up to the cliff, parking just out of view. Both rusty and Zahir had exited the car with rusty holing his rifle and Zahir picking up something rather large from the side. A recoilless rifle, better known as an anti-tank rifle, and placed it on the ground before taking the rifle from Rusty. He layed himself down, facing into the campsite as he scanned the site, taking notice to the fire tanker and a few other major vehicles before moving up to the hillside where he took notice to the scout and sniper. Quickly he took the sniper into his sights and slowed his breathing until it was shallow and placed his finger on the trigger. Inhale...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale...Pulling the trigger while maintaining that breathing and then. "POP" The hammer hit the primer detonating the gunpowder, realeasing the round as smoke traveled hbehind it. twisting through the barrel as it exited with a death sentence to carry out, making its way over the canyon and into the neck of the enemy sniper. Soon enough the scout that was with the fallen sniper panicked and began looking around as Zahir crawled over to the recoiless gun and placed its crosshairs in between the flame tank, aimed for its flammable contents. His breathing shallow once again, he pulled the trigger, a much louder and more pronounced boom came from the rifle as dust and debris flew up from where it sat, the round hitting the tank and began to burn intensely.

Soon enough yelling and screaming was heard shortly followed by gunfire aimed at Zahir and Rusty, who was, mooning them? "HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA GET SOME BITCHESSS!!!" Zahir rolled his eyes as he pushed the rifle backwards and raised his smaller, and deadlier, Death's Spear. "Hopefully they got the signal" He said aloud as he put round after round down into the campsite.