The Adventures of Rajada: page 8
As the armored van pulled up to the three of them, RTSPlayer gave another quizzical look to G-MO. The side panels of the van peeled upwards, revealing racks of modified Nerf weaponry. Rajada began to casually size up each implement. "I didn't see you call in a- OOF!" G-MO grunted as he caught a large, heavy Hyperstrike tossed to him by Rajada. RTSPlayer chuckled a little bit before being knocked off his feet by an even heavier Wildfire. His backside hit the sand with an embarrassing thud. "I'm okay!" RTSPlayer said, quickly scrambling to his feet. G-MO cracked a little smile then went back to examining his weapon. Rajada selected two Triplestrikes for himself, but these Triplestrikes had been modified to slip over his hands, gripped by handles inside the back of the gun.
"What’s this for?" G-MO asked, pointing to the electro pack attached with a coiled tube to the side of his Hyperstrike. "Oh," Rajada replied, "that's for the alternative firing mode. Keep back, maintain a 30 foot radius, aim away from face and all that." "Oh, okaaaay..." G-MO replied, tilting the gun a bit more away from him. "Let's go." Rajada opened the door of the van to reveal three empty seats. RTSPlayer blinked, surprised. "You have a roving, remote-controlled van full of guns?" he asked. "Technically, they're drones," Rajada corrected him. "Drones? You have more than one? Do you realize how crazy you sound right now?" "More than you know," Rajada muttered, stepping into the van and closing the driver side door. "Shotgun!" RTSPlayer said motioning to the passenger side door. "Hyperstrike." G-MO responded, pointing his gun to the air. "Dang," RTSPlayer said as he took the middle seat.
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The crash site was surprisingly empty. Rajada began to move towards the wreckage of the ship, but RTSPlayer stopped him. "Hey, don’t you watch movies!?" RTSPlayer whispered. "We’re gonna round that corner and there’s gonna be hundreds of goons waiting, and they might even have that battle suit ready to blow us into oblivion!" But G-MO had already rounded the corner. "You watch too many movies." G-MO retorted. But just then the battle suit jumped from its perch on the wreckage, slamming down on the sand and creating a shockwave that knocked G-MO back against the exposed metallic frame of the ship. RTSPlayer ran to his aid, but G-MO was already unconscious. The battle suit spun up its weapons. Acting quickly, RTSPlayer grabbed G-MO by the arm and dragged him inside the wreckage, Hyperstrike still dangling in his other hand. As RTSPlayer lifted him into a compartment, he suddenly found himself surrounded by four masked goons. RTSPlayer froze. "Eeep." he said softly letting go of G-MO. G-MO's Hyperstrike fell to the ground with a clatter, wedging the trigger on an exposed bolt. The electronically modified shot screeched from the tip of the barrel, contacting one of the goons, then arcing to the others. "Sorry!" RTSPlayer shouted. The goons screamed as they faded into nothingness.
Rajada dove behind cover as the first volley of darts screamed past him. Peeping his head above the wreckage of an engine core, Rajada let loose a rapid succession of rockets from his modified Triplestrikes. They spun and reloaded as quickly as he could fire them, but he was still barely chipping away at the shields. A scattering of explosive Nerf Cannon balls detonated around him as he ducked back into cover. Rajada frantically looked for something he could use as a distraction to move from cover. Peering through a hole in the nearby wreckage, Rajada spotted RTSPlayer trying to find the safety on his Wildfire. "Hey!" Rajada yelled to him over the sounds of weapons firing. RTSPlayer ran up to the tear in the hull. "How do you turn this thing on?" "Never mind that, where's the Hyperstrike, I need it!" RTSPlayer stared. "Oh! Oh right the Hyperstrike! I left it with G-MO. I'll go get it!" RTSPlayer spun around and ran back to where he had left G-MO. Rajada lobbed a few more direct hits, firing over cover. "Time to lose those shields." Rajada muttered. Flicking a switch on one of his Triplestrikes, a stripped down Whomper unfolded from a side panel. Rajada did the same on his other gun and replaced them on his hands. Dashing for the tear in the hull, Rajada let loose two Whomper shots and dove for cover. The raw electronic power in the Whomper balls fizzled the shields on the battle suit before the pilot could respond. Rajada peered through the hole at RTSPlayer. "The Hyperstrike! Where is it?" he yelled. "It's not here!" RTSPlayer responded. "G-MO is gone!" "What?!" Rajada yelled. RTSPlayer began to panic, Rajada spun around and picked off more masked thugs that had appeared out of nowhere. RTSPlayer fell to his knees, trying to think, but the incessant sounds of gun fire drowned out his thoughts.
WHAT SHOULD HE DO?
1. Come out of hiding and propose peaceful negotiations.