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Generator Maint. with Blaze & Ghost

A meeting of the gang was called the second Jesse was back underground. He then filled them all in on what was up there; some weird new place full of grass, electricity and running businesses. They nearly had a harder time believing that than Jesse's next story about how he met a robot and she was going to come down with another robot to take a look at their generators.

But other scouts soon went topside to confirm the same and came back, mute with disbelief. Granted, few of them wandered far from the subway, just like back home; habits die hard, especially ones that keep you from dying hard. But they all the saw the same thing; a place with no zed, bright and clean and like some kind of park or mall from the times before things fell apart.

When the day finally arrives for Blaze to visit, Jesse's waiting for her topside, using his tongue to wet down a fresh cigar. Well, fresh at least that it hasn't been lit yet. It looks a little crumpled, but these things are hard to get, darn it.

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"They've got to learn better than that. I don't like taking down other humans, but sometimes it's got to be done. There's no reason for your people to get killed again trying to teach them."

At least it's hard to get too grim when Jesse's praising her Ghost. Blaze nods fondly. "Ghosts are something real special. We're blessed to have them."

Hers returns about then, opening a canister of odd, shining crystals and announcing, "

All right, I've completed the basic repairs and upgrades. But I need to see those rifle components we collected. I'm going to try and improve the generator efficiency. The current design loses a great deal of thermal energy.

"Rifle? Thermal? Haha, damn, this here is why I ain't an engineer." He laughs. "I ain't got a clue. I'd be about as useful as an eyeless needle tinkerin' with this kinda stuff. Hey, Ghost, I was just sayin' too," now addressing the littler bot now that he's here, "thanks for all yer help. Means a lot to me and mine when someone's good to us. You've got favours comin' in from The Rotten any time you wanna call 'em. You and Blaze both, y'hear?"

The Ghost looks up at him, its case expanding and shifting as if to widen its optic. It's harder to read than its Exo companion, but it seems like it might be abashed. "Why, thank you. It's a pleasure to be of help to our friends. And if you ever need any help-"

"Or an extra gun," Blaze chips in, pulling out some electronic components, all glistening clean silver. They're also rather sturdy though, being intended for use in various firearms.

"-Then you only need ask. After all, our worlds are in much the same situation."

Jesse laughs again. "Damn straight. Same here; we may not have the tech y'all do, but we got brawlers worth their weight in bullets. We may be dead but that makes us crazy resilient." Smirking, he sniffs and does a gesture that'd be thumbing at his nose if it was still there.

"Blaze was tellin' me too that any of our tech might still be useful to y'all. Next time we find a box o' VHSes, we know who to call."

"We'll keep it in mind," Blaze says, giving him a light salute, one fighter to another. She'd be loathe to drag Jesse and his people into most of the battles she picks, but battles aren't all the same and if she's learned anything so far, it's that life is one surprise after another.

Besides, come down to it she can't really argue with a man choosing his own risks.

"Oh! You still have VHS tapes?" From the sound of it, the Ghost considers this on par with lost papyri.

"Not really, but we find them from time to time. Come across the home of some collector. DVDs and blu-ray turn up too. Sometimes a betamax. Anything we don't wanna keep for movie night yer welcome to. Or even some of those too, assumin' you fix to return 'em. Was also talkin' to Blaze about computer stuff. Dunno what you'd want, so if we can swing it, we might just salvage anything remotely techy to toss yer way."

Thank you. Our past holds many mysteries, and every detail we fill in could be the key to solving one of them. Actually... if you happen to find any maps, especially geological or underground surveys, I'd be grateful for a look at them.

" Blaze shoots it a surprised look at that.

"Well, I dunno if it's what you had in mind, but we got loads of maps of this here subway system and some of the sewers as well. Since that's where we stick to and rebuild homes from. But I gotta wonder, what good is it gonna be knowin' about this stuff when we don't even got the same world? Or is it just gettin' ahold of tech and writin' so you can better decode the stuff y'all already collected?"

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That’s a large part of it. It’s fair to assume our Earths shared an awful lot of history before their paths diverged. The fragments we have may contain cultural references or context that we lack the background information to figure out. As for maps, I would probably look for something on a broader scale. There are whole continents that even our Hunters haven’t mapped, hardly explored for centuries. If we knew more about their terrain and resources, we could isolate areas where other survivors might be hiding. And surveys from this era would show any features that were erased or altered in later records.

Blaze starts, her optics narrowing as if to question this suspicion of the Golden-Agers, but the Ghost looks her way and forestalls her question patiently.

“…For example, in order to hide secure military installations.”

“…Oh.” That's... not so bad a reason.

"Huh. Yeah, if we see anythin' with some geographical-type info, we'll nab it. Never thought that our worlds could still be the same, globe-wise. Kinda funny to think of it like that. Someplace where there's still a Spokane, but with robots, heh." He tilts back his hat so he can scratch at his patchy hairline, but quickly puts it back once he's done so. Someone might be insecure about their hair loss.

"Still. Sounds like yer government-types are as every bit forthcomin' as ours. Which is to say they're closed up tighter 'n a nun's habit."

"If your continents are all different it'd still make some interesting comparisons," Blaze remarks thoughtfully. That the Darkness put a halt to the Golden Age dreams of space exploration is one of the injuries her people long to set right. The romance of walking new worlds burns strong.

As for the government, she waves it aside, helping the Ghost arrange the components it wants. "They probably were. But it's all different by our time. The City government doesn't do a whole lot of keeping secrets. Not security-wise anyhow. That's the Guardians' business."

"Well, we've got the seven continents; this one right now being North America, west coast. Sound familiar?" He hopes so; thinking that their worlds might have some parallels when, before, he thought they was nothing alike. It's always nice having things in common with others.

"Yer gonna have to refresh me again on what all the Guardians do. That your gang or...?"

Jesse watches the item-sorting with interest! Wondering sort of what they all do or how Ghost uses them. He won't ask, though, because he knows the explanation will go over his head.

"Oh, yeah, I know that name." Blaze sounds a little proud of that, to remember the detail. "There was some sort of empire here, right? Cryptarch's mentioned it a couple times. It's the place with all the eagles slapped onto things."

She'd run Jesse through all the little gizmos if they weren't talking, though since they're gun parts Blaze would have an easier time explaining them as part of their actual weapons. She has a rough idea what her Ghost wants to make of them, but she's learning the how as she assists it: the little bot's far better at field rigging than she is. Eventually it starts turning bits over and connecting them together in ways she only half follows.

"Sort of. We're the City's military - Earth's military. Those the Ghosts choose from among the dead. Reforged in the Traveler's Light to defend our worlds." Also to capitalize words a lot. "You've got the Hunters, who're scouts and gunslingers. Warlocks, who're more scholarly types. And us Titans, holding the front lines." She slaps the mark slung at her hip. The grey cloth is tattered and ash-stained from battle, but the white stripes embroidered on it have been carefully maintained.

"Empire? Y'all mean the United States? Yeah, that used to be a thing. States still are, but not so much the empire part. Though that gang I told y'all about, the Government, they're still playin' at havin' things under control. Right now, they're busy makin' a land grab for Canada durin' the zed chaos and snatchin' up my people like boogeymen." He spits again; he really doesn't like this particular entity or the people behind it and that gesture seems to be how he expresses it.

He listens raptly, maybe a little wide-eyed, at Blaze's explanation. "Shoot. I don't know what else to say other than all that what you just said sounds so dang cool. Of course a big metal miss like y'all is out there at the front, guns blazin'. Hence the name, I bet! Y'all are somethin' else and I gotta say it; I'm glad to have met y'all."

"They can't even control their own ground and they want to expand into someone else's?" She's extremely dubious, just on strategic grounds. She admires daring, but that's dumb. And worse than dumb, from the sound of it. The way Jesse talked about them earlier, the kidnapping thing sounded sort of small-scale, but now... "Just how many people have they taken? They still have them?"

She rubs one antenna, looking as abashed as an Exo who's pleased as punch can. "I- thanks, Jesse. I'm glad we met too. I mean, you and your people got dragged right onto death's border and you're still rebuilding, still fighting for one another. Knowing we've got people like you even without the Traveler behind us makes me damned proud to belong to the same planet."

"Right? Sayin' somethin' about how it's manifest destiny, the zed comin' and leavin' Canada vulnerable to someone else. Load of bull-honky if you ask me. Get the states zed-free and then help the rest, that's how I'd do it if I had their firepower. As it is, we've gotten one of ours back from their snatchin' ways. One guy we called Chucklin' Chuck, an' that was only cuz we beat the Government at their own game. Got him his papers statin' he was a US citizen an' provin' he was afforded the rights of bein' one, as opposed to their law statin' anyone undead is no longer a person." Another spit. Screw the Government. "Chuck only made it out cuz who keeps ID anymore these days? Well, we will be from now on, obviously."

His mad lifts a little at the candid little conversation between them. "Aw shoot. If we Rotten gonna be one thing, I'd like us to be tenacious. And hopeful. Especially hopeful. Lookin' for a cure is what keeps us movin' at this point and I ain't gonna stop doin' that until I'm back in the ground."

Her optics narrow - and then flare in disbelief and anger. "What? As if you can just declare a sapient being's not a person when it suits you?" Her fists are closed again. "We need to go get them back."

At least there's no faulting Jesse's goals. "Good! People underestimate hope too often. And if a cure's what you're after, we could do some asking around. I don't know about bionics, but the Warlocks are always playing around with death and resurrection. Maybe they'll have some ideas."

"I'd love to, but they keep their security like Fort Knox. We got in once to mess up their time cuz our Chuck was boxin' clever; used his engineerin' smarts to look for security flaws so we could bust in and break up some of their operations. They patched it up once we were out, but did our hearts good to know we ruined their week and set back their operations.

"But hell, if y'all and Ghost wanna raise hell with 'em one of these days, maybe we can arrange somethin'." He gives Blaze a wink. "But yeah, they declared all zed non-persons so no one loses sleep over shootin' 'em. 'Cept we got lumped in with them. Hence stickin' to the underground like we do. Ain't the best world to be a Rotten, but we get by."

Blaze lets out a respectful grunt at their success. A glance at her Ghost is answered with a dip of its gaze, like a nod. "We'd like to. There's no security system a Ghost can't crack. Or a door I can't. No sense standing by when we've got the firepower to help. These people need someone to teach them what a government should be doing. And your people need out of that hellhole."

Having finished assembling a rather odd little component, the Ghost seals it up in spinmetal and takes it over to start installing in the generator.

"Hell, let's do this! We'll have to plan for it and start mappin' out routes and find the best spots in their walls to break in, but I've got a few cowpokes always itchin' to bust some heads. Especially Government ones. Senator Davis ain't gonna know her head from a hole in the ground, we'll hit her so fast. An' with a robot no less! Hoowee, but I hope we get to see her face when you show up and start raisin' hell."

She looks surprised for a minute: she's gotten pretty used to charging off alone. But then she figures, why would Jesse and his people want to be left out of the fight? If anyone's owed a swing at Davis and her cronies, it's these guys. And the Canadians. (Canadian zombies get to go first.) So she nods, chuckling grimly.

"That's the way I like it. Hit them hard, hit them fast, then hit them again while they're confused. If they start taking people again they should remember what's coming for them. How much is there to plan out, anyway? Crack the doors, take down the opposition, retrieve the prisoners."

Blaze, it's a rescue mission, not a regular strike. Her Ghost might need to remind her of the difference. And the fact they're talking about going up against fellow humans...

There's probably a few canuck zombies in the Rotten ranks, so they do indeed especially deserve the first swing. Jesse wouldn't even begin to argue that.

"Well, y'all gotta be careful with the politics bein' what they are around here. We rush in and start pullin' down walls and settin' fires at the Government's camp, then we turn around and find out the Riffs came in behind and are karate choppin' my boys in the neck. Gotta make sure there aren't any other gangs that are gonna take advantage of our advantage, y'hear? On the flipside, could be someone who's gonna wanna break a piece offa Senator Davis too. The Pharmacists might be willin' to get in there and axe a few of their patrols. Buncha little anarchists over yonder."

"Hrm." That doesn't suit her too well, although she kind of sees the sense in what he's saying. "Always the politics. But I guess it would screw with the objective if we got caught up with a free-for-all melee." Nor, if she recalls the risk, does she want Jesse and crew getting seriously hurt. But she's a soldier by nature, and her respect for getting the job done outweighs - even if only marginally, sometimes - her eagerness to fight.

"Aaaalways the politics. Funny that even gangs got 'em, huh?" He slaps his knee in a 'ain't that the goshdarnedest thing' gesture. "Frankly, I ain't got much love lost for any of the gangs other than the Pig Farmers since they help keep us fed, and some nice nameless bunch that started out from Seattle. I mean, we COULD start off makin' nice with the others BEFORE we haul out and bash some Government heads, but that takes time too."

"Guess so. Alliances are best, but they're worth the work you put into them." She shrugs. "Your ground, your call. You reckon it's time, just pass us the word."

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