Stay Down: The Lives and Times of Yorkmizer's Finest (IC)
Michael R. Yorkmizer was the latest in his families line to take up the mantle of Guildmaster. After the death of his father Darius B. Yorkmizer, the responsobility of maintaining the system that protected at least a quarter of the known world fell to him. Thankfully, he was good at his job. A new town had recently reached out to them for protection, seeing as the local Warlord had started demanding not only money, but also their children as tax. That was about the point most towns came to the Guild.
The offer was the same. One squad of mercenaries, sent to establish the town as protected. They would get everything free and would stay for one month, at which point they would send a report if more was needed and return if the town was secured. Michael was sure they only needed a week, but tradition was tradition. So he had gathered the best of those that had just finished their "Formative Years" as the Guild called them. The training and trials that made the toughest fighters out there.
They would be grouped together in garage 6, where a semi-truck waited with the Guild's logo painted on the side. The paint wasn't chipped. This truck was new. Their weapons would have been locked up in the armory right now. No guns were allowed in the compound unless you were on guard duty. It didn't stop some members with slick hands, of course. There was a little time until they were to pack up and be sent off to their first real job. Time to get to know the team, it seems....
Co-post (Siksta and Moon)
In the bay of G-6 a large semi stood like a silent sentinel and Dawn lovingly ran her fingers along its side like an attentive guardian, excitement filling her at the thought of finally going out on a mission. She looked over her shoulder at a solidly built red head watching her, a grin on her face. "She's mine...keep your grimy hands off." New, the truck did not need her attention, but she lifted the hood anyways to look at the pristine interior. Standing on the tire to get better leverage, she leaned in, her back end aimed at Griz, and tugged on the wires and battery connections...just to make sure.
Dawn closed the hood and climbed up, crab crawling up the windshield, and gaining access to the roof. There she sat, her legs dangling over the side and her long black hair hanging in her face as she grinned down at him. "I'm on top of the fucking world!" she screamed. "Get your fat ass up here with me."
Griz laughed winking at the woman as he finished up polishing his truck.
"Yours!? I'm the one driving this big beautiful bitch, she's my precious." He climbed up the same way Dawn did, scrubbing the woman's dirty boot prints off the vehicle as he went. "And you're nasty Grease Monkey hands are defiling her!" He and Dawn had been visiting and revisiting this truck ever since they were told about being chosen to go on their first mission. The bunkroom being co-ed helped with unit cohesion--they were like siblings or at least step-siblings, so sleeping together wouldn't be weird. Dawn and Griz were prime examples of that. But Grizzwald had already claimed a spot in the back of the semi as his bed.
He reached Dawn's side and began wiping up her dirty handprints even going so far as grabbing the woman's ass and moving it so he could get more spots. "Don't worry Annabelle I'll keep you clean." He cackled madly to himself.
Shaking her head, she grumbled, "...stupid name..." and punched him in the left arm. Immediately she regretted it, her knuckles throbbing after impact with his prosthetic armor. "Damn it, Griz...get some padding on that thing." She shook her hand, a fine mist of blood droplets spraying the truck. "See what you made me do." Pulling a rag from the back pocket of her pants, she began rubbing the truck clean. Wrapping her knuckles with the cloth she punched Griz again, then slid off the vehicle before he could hit her back.
Griz laughed as the woman punched his roboarm. "That's what you get for dirtying up my wonderful Annabelle! And it's not a stupid name you're a stupid name!" He was gonna say something clever when she righted her punch and actually hit him in the joint where the arm met his shoulder. Now that hurt--the man let out a kind of yelp and nearly fell off the roof of the truck, but he saved himself, then jumped down and squared off with Dawn. "I challenge ye to a duel!" And with that he threw his rag at the woman then lunged trying to give her a swift swat on her upper thigh or knee. It was a training game they were taught when sparring. Thigh is two points, knee is three, hip is one, and the point is to get in close and force your opponent to yield by disorienting and kind of hugging them in place.
Being smaller had its advantages and Dawn used them against him, first by dropping to her knees, then rocking sideways, slapping at his legs at she went. She rolled, jumping up, then backwards, growling at him as she locked her legs in a ready stance. "I think you missed," she teased, sticking out her chin, then laughing. Actually he had struck her thigh, just barely, but it counted...but she had no intent on telling him so.
Grizzwald hopped out of range as he felt Dawn's hit, but he also knew he hit her.
"Nope got you. You have such nice firm thighs Dawn, hard for a man to miss knowing he touched them. Kinda like last night." The Driver winked lewdly at her, making things weird was always an option. If you could distract you opponent with some kind of comment stupid or gross you could use those inches to get them.
He slowly circled around her eyeing her up. She was one of the quickest in the group, but he had reach on her. Timing his next lunge he quickly dove into a combat roll and smacked the woman's hip for another point. He was trying to get her knee, but he misjudged the roll. He quickly got to his feet and moved to the right preparing his next hit.
..and the next hit was dead on...Dawn allowing him to strike her with no counter move. She turned into his attack and grabbed him by the waist, encircling him with her arms and legs and holding on tight. Her teeth bit into his side, although not enough to cause serious harm. "Say uncle..." she coaxed through a mouthful of shirt-encased flesh.
Griz let out a growl of annoyance with a hint of pain. Damn it he fell for that again. The rules were clear she had him, but he didn't have to be a gracious loser about it.
"Fine uncle now get that out of your mouth, you have no idea where it's been!" He then reached his roboarm back and swung it down slapping Dawn hard on her ass with the wooden hand. "Good game lil step sis." He quickly worked himself out from her hold and teeth and clambered his way back onto the truck cackling again.
There was a flicker in the onyx-colored eyes, brief, but fierce in their intent, as the man closed himself in the vehicle. Dawn stood rooted to the spot, glaring at him. "Fucker..." she spat, then puffed out a breath and rubbed herself where she had been hit. The anger came suddenly, stemmed from her pain, which she forced herself to swallow. "Later, pretty boy," she whispered, knowing she would get him back for that swat. She gave him a smile....All is well in crazy-ville, she thought, turning quickly when the garage door opened, admitting another member of their team.