Upon our first meeting it was clear that my new partners, Tesla and Bridgette, and I were being tested. Our first mission? Escape the Z-Zone without further assistance. Placed on a rooftop in an indiscriminate sector, the three of us were left to our task.
Two plans of thought were quickly developed, Tesla, felt entering the building was the clearest way to descend. Bridgette and I felt the fire escape would be the most effective and quickest way off of the roof. Still unsure of our new partner, Bridgette and I decided to take the fire escape while Tesla moved through the interior of the building.
As we neared the bottom of the fire escape we saw a group we’d come to find out were a gang that went by the name “Da Squids”. After eliminating them an obstacle we found it a surprise that they survived in the Z-Zone before we came into interaction with them.
Obstacles out of the way we began our trek on foot through the Z-Zone. A short way through our walk we encountered a small Ork boy we’d come to know as Tucky. Tucky was nearly an orphan, the only family he had was a sister who was involved enough in gang activities that Tucky didn’t receive much in the way of parenting from her. He aspired to be a runner one day and his enthusiasm intrigued us and his knowledge of the area was helpful in putting us in the direction of a vehicle.
Iron Mike’s was the best place Tucky knew to send us in search of a vehicle. In a building that could best be described as a garage of some sort, we found the grizzled Ork known as Iron Mike. Knowing we needed a vehicle, we forged a deal with him to take out a rival garage owner. He required collateral for use of the car. The only collateral any of the three of us were willing to part with was my rosary. It was a fair trade though, because we were also able to get our hands on his brass knuckles that were emblazoned with his name as a bit of my own collateral. A fitting souvenir.
Car in hand, as well as Tucky in the car, we head straight out of the Z-Zone. It might not have been the most noble of decisions, but, it was the choice we made and we’ll have to live with it. I’ll make sure to do something nice for Iron Mike at some point in time.
On our way back to the University of Denver we came upon a group of motorcycles and more “Da Squids” members assaulting someone. With the issue of them being directly in our path and our previous interaction the only option was eliminating them. Deciding that it was best to interrogate at least one, we returned the final “Da Squid” as well as their target to Heavy upon our return as well as Tucky, finding him to be an asset, even as a child.