The Four Corners - A Treasure Hunter's Tale [A New Nappy RP]

[Swat 3]

I head to the contacts house, collecting my pay. He also gave me a GPS, what fun.

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[blazerblock2]

     I eventually reached Albahara, the capital of the south.  A large city, with a market with a wide selection of things.  It was also the place of my dwelling.  I owned a nice little hut here.  Anyways, as I walked within the gates of the city, I looked back.  A sand storm was coming, and I remembered the man I had left behind.  I could only hope he was alright.  I'd better get back to my hut, get some shut eye.

[fawkes..]

Nolan regarded the boy who just now got aboard the transport. He looked just about ready for the west continent, but seemed a little young and inexperienced. He also wondered if he could possibly get in the way of his plans. Nolan sits there in silence. If the boy wanted a conversation during the ride, then he would have to talk to him.

Jack checked his equipment, cleaning his pistol and making sure everything was in order, he wasn't nervous, he just wanted to be prepared. After a while he stole another glance at the person sat opposite him and decided that that was the type of guy he wanted watching his back, he just had to get friendly with him. Only problem was this guy hadn't said a word since he sat down and it didn't look like any where coming soon. Confidently Jack sat up, looked at him for a few seconds until he was sure he had his attention then said
''Hey''

[Watcher In The Myst]

Alex walks onto the next VTOL to the South, a dufflebag with his weaponry carefully concealed inside under some clothes, alongside about $100,000 in cash. He plans to buy a top-notch VTOL, maybe a Skyhawk or a Atmos V.

[blazerblock2]

     After getting to my house, I set my equipment down and get into the shower, and after that, I hopped right into bed.  I was tired.  I said my prayers to Allah for the man who I had left at the temple, hoping he wouldn't be killed by bandits or animals.

[Mikoyan]

I search through all the buggies, finding nothing but extra fuel in jerry cans and 2 wrapped up tarps. I look out on the horizon greeted by an unwanted sight, "Hivno..." I say, looking at the approaching dust storm. I quickly wrap one of the tarps around one of the buggies and gather all the fuel cans and dead bodies. Once everything is rounded up, I drop everything inside the whole Naz dug and hop in, covering it with the second tarp. I drag the bodies from the corridor over and lay them out neatly in front of me. With everything ok, I put my bag on the ground and rest my head on it... I'd sort through everything tomorrow.

[Tingalz]

''Hey''

"...Yes?"

[fawkes..]

"...Yes?"

''Just us two heading west then?''

[Jokey365]

I had noticed my sneaking was getting me nowhere because of how slow I was going. I was almost caught multiple times and the exit was nowhere in sight. Unless the group of guys with big weapons managed to clear all of the suckers out, I was trapped. I owe everyone money! I don't want to die in here!

[RedGajin]

Zebellan sprints down the corridor, following Rickters directions as he yells them out from behind him.

"Take a left! That should get us to the main excavation site,"  Rickter yelled between gunshots. Zebellan took the left into a wider corridor which opened up to a large open cavern. One of the creatures burst out from one of the small pockets in the wall and tumbeled onto the ground. It stood up and let out a screech in Zebellans direction. Zebellan raised his shotgun and fired twice. Both shots
met their target and the mutilated body of the Fareye was sent flying back to the ground. Zebellan burst into the cavern, Rickter close behind.

[Tingalz]

''Just us two heading west then?''

"Does that surprise you? If you did your research, you would know that it's not a very nice place. The only reason I'm going here is for that treasure that I don't even know for sure is here."

[Tomcat]

Name: Tomas Martinez
Age: 28 (Remember the fact you're a miner/farmer/whatever that decided to go hunt for treasure and is sticking to the idea)
Gender: Male
Personality: Talkative and chatty, which is unique among most treasure hunters. Hardheaded but honest, he's willing to tell someone that he has a problem with them.
Appearance: Hispanic.
Inventory: 6mm marksman rifle, hunting knife, light armor, heavy winter camo, kelvar rope, plasteel spikes, and two ice axes. (Try not to go over the top)
Clothing: Merino wool head to toe clothing, light jumpsuit underneath, and white camo camo covering.
Skill: Expedition (good at climbing cliffs or natural stone walls), Silent.

[fawkes..]

"Does that surprise you? If you did your research, you would know that it's not a very nice place. The only reason I'm going here is for that treasure that I don't even know for sure is here."

''Well, to be honest with you, I was planning on heading east, but the bloody VTOL pilot decided he'd be funny and not wait for me. Only just managed to get here in time didn't I? The names Jack by the way''

[Mikoyan]

I jerk awake from a dream, everything right where I left it. A small amount of sand had accumulated under the tarp and there was a chilly draft through the corridor of the temple. It felt odd. Observing the bodies, I noticed a lot more ammo than I had glanced at on the bodies earlier. After sifting through everything I found the following items.

x3 - MP-446 handguns / 16 full magazines all together
x3 - M4s / 16 full magazines all together
x1 - M249 / 2 belts
2 extra water bottles, a small toolkit, and the clothes they wore.

Basing on the sounds outside I assumed the storm was still rolling through and I knew the bodies would soon start to smell. I strip the bodies to their underwear and lay the weapons on their extra clothes to keep the sand out of them. After the bodies were together, I begin to contemplate on how to get rid of the bodies... Quick.

[blazerblock2]

     I awoke in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, I had a nightmare, but... what was it about?  I can't even remember anything, the last thing I remember from it was just a loud bang and flash.  I don't know, it's probably for the best that I don't remember it.  I got up and went to the sink, splashing some water in my face -- it felt good.  From the sounds outside, the storm was probably still blowing over, and it didn't sound too friendly.  I heard signs blowing and a few other things tumbled across the desert.  I felt bad for any poor bastard that was still out there.  I got back into bed and wrapped myself in blankets, keeping warm, but I never went back to sleep.  I simply laid there, my eyes open and glued to the front wall of the shack.