Game opens with some discussion on how the world came to be and some minor character descriptions. Then, with some fanfare, our story is birthed into the wild untamed lands of Rifts Earth.
February 3rd, 108PA (03feb2426 AD), Borough of West Sunbury. A winter rain is falling, drenching the drowning flora and fauna and making a muddy mess of the streets and byways between the aging buildings. It is cold, grey, and overcast. A chill air seems to descend with the rain as four town militiamen, in their own way, deal with the effects of the frigid wetness.
Fairuza, a very tall human cyborg, stands resolute against the dreariness of the weather. The sloppy wet mess of this winter is a far cry from the blistering white hell of the winters in her homeland. Standing under the awning at the front of the store, she could almost feel like it was Spring. Ever since tripping through the rift that dropped her here, the people of the town had been leery, but the mayor was also a cyborg and a lady with a past that led her to become so much machine. That was enough to get her shelter and some looking after. The townsfolk have a hard time finding a way to communicate with her, but being of small words in a small town, they surprisingly made do.
Arius breathed uneasily in his furs and armor. His home was in the wild, not among the concrete jungle no matter how small. Still, living within the boundaries of the Borough of West Sunbury, he felt a kinship with the townsfolk like one might feel a kinship with a local sports team. One shows up to the games every once in a while because its a distraction and they have cheap hot dogs. In this case, the place needs protecting and they have cheap hot dogs. Besides, the mayor appointed him patrol lead for his team, and someone has to lead these noobs through the woods.
Mafortion watched with fascination as Yukky, Crunchy, and Salty eyed each other and him and feebly tried to make conversation. Candy Crush had welcomed him into town about 9 days ago and offered him a position in the militia protecting this settlement. That was a full 9 days after he was born, so things were looking up. There was a sort of fog in his head right now as he took in everything going on around him. It seemed like people came and went and had all sorts of things to do and kept on about how there were dangerous things out in the world. He was so excited he could barely contain himself let alone his form.
Jacen rubbed the implants protruding through his hideous head. The Mayor is an idiot. Who draws straws, slaps four strangers together with barely two rifles between them, puts them in a truck, and says "go keep the city safe, heroes!"? If there was to be any shred of a hope in Hades of survival, he was going to need to be on toes gathering information and making sure these guys knew what they were doing. Breaking the ice with Robovixen over there didn't go so well at first, but they made a connection. That's good. Ordinary Guy and Castaway over here at least spoke English, so that was a plus. Luckily, things were kinda quiet so maybe they won't get killed on their first patrol.
The four stood standing at the corner of 308 and State just outside Thompson’s Market. It’s about midday, and the beginning of the patrol starts in about ten minutes. They passed time with idle conversation just waiting for the other patrol team to report back so they could take the one of two up-armored SUVs and the patrol can start.
Thompson’s market is a medium-sized two-story building that’s seen a couple reconstructions over the years. Through the window, the clerk is seen busy checking out a young woman and her son. Three aisles of supplies and foodstuffs are shelved neatly and there doesn’t seem to be anyone else in the store. A vehicle approaches from the South as a young lady and her child leave Thompson's market. Jacen, a tallish human who was born at the top of the ugly tree and stopped to seduce every branch on the way down, calls out to the faded red pickup containing four tough-looking farmhands. It appears to be carrying supplies from one of the farms between here and Butler Prefecture.
The vehicle whirls around the corner and pulls into a parking space. The driver gets out and tells Jacen gruffly that they came from their shift at the farm. Arius questions the fourth field hand and takes a quick look in the back of the truck to see some tools and a couple bushels of vegetables. Mafortion looks on in fascination as all this goes down, taking curious note of how people in this town do things. Fairuza, also a stranger in this strange land and having worked out some rudimentary communications with the rest of the party, looks around while the last farmhand who didn't go inside is questioned and then released.
The approach of an oncoming vehicle draws Fairuza's attention and she alerts the party. A beat up and up-armored SUV pulls out of Zanella's Feed and General Store and turns toward Thompson's. It pulls in and out steps two white males, one Hispanic female, and a d-bee in light armor, all with thick coats, and light weapons. One of the men scans the new patrol then the farmhands inside Thompson's Market. He looks intently through the glass of the store for a moment before shaking his head and fetching his gear from the SUV. Arius, struggling through the headache of being in civilization or primed to efficiency because of it, approaches the quizzical patrolman and asks him what's up. The patrolman gives him a tired look. "Those men, I got a funny feeling about them, but I can't be sure. We can check them out if you want?" Arius shook his head. "Nah, you guys had a rough day. Go on. We got it from here." The weary patrolman acknowledged and walked off with his gear to his truck.
Meanwhile, Jacen and Mafortion get the report from the patrol leader while Fairuza is distracted by a passing fascination with the pre-rifts beverage dispenser in front of the store. After hearing about an Ork raiding party being turned back to the West and a small herd of about 6 Rhino-Buffalo passing by to the North, Jacen asks what the previous patrol had reported. The patrol lead mentioned something about Veronica Hillard over in Dassa Combined School having trouble with her power armor but needed to go take some notes of the area on the outskirts of the Borough to the East. Arius pulls the group together and begins to set up the patrol radio as the previous shift dispersed to their own vehicles.
To be continued…