<div class="floatleft">(http://images.buddytv.com/btv_2_800076001_1_590_-1_0_/10-characters-we-hop.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/5611/f/2008/361/b/c/steam_truck_wip_1_by_chiaroscuro.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Jeremiah Wesson<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Rosy</em>'s Cab, Highway 13<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kendra, Crystal, Open<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong> Questioning his life choices.</div><br/><br/>It was just suppose to be another simply ferry job on top of his normal Run. A couple of passengers seeking passage to the next town over. A couple hundred extra credits per passenger. He done it hundreds of times without issue before. Yet this time just had to be different Fuck, that should teach him to be taken in by a couple smoldering eyes, and damn nice tits. Now his Maxim 6 Super Diesel, affectionately called<em>Rosy</em>, is roaring down one of the few usable roads left in this god forsaken landscape. Fire, and black smoke belched from her Exhaust stacks like a furious volcano as the twin supercharger howled like demons in ecstasy. Forcing hundreds of cubic meters of air deep into the Truck's combustion champers. Cramming the Fuel air charge into the cylinder to be crushed mercilessly until the friction caused by the combustion caused the fuel charge to explode. Forcing the piston back down. The engine did this 10,000 times a minute.<br/><br/>In the Cab of<em>Rosy</em>, Jeremiah gripped the large rosewood steering wheel of his monster rig. His eyes quickly moving from the forward Windscreen the bank of gauges that told him everything from his road Speed, RPM, Engine Temp, Transmission Temp, Brake temp, Tire Pressure, etc. From this seat, looking at all these analog gauges, Jeremiah knew exactly what was going on all around his rig. A glance down to the Speedometer was showing that the rig was reaching speeds of nearly 90mph. Normally Rosy could go much faster had she been unladen, but  at a road weight of over  100,000 pounds. She was going to be monstrous to slow down. Jeremiah growled underneath is breath as he concentrated on his driving. Dust billowing out from underneath each of his road wheels.<br/><br/>Jeremiah chanced a glance from the road when one of the girls he was ferrying spoke about how the ones attacking them didn't realize that Peace was a much better option. He just gave her a disbelieving look. "How bout ah pull us ov'r, and ya ask them?" He growled as He could already see any profits getting eating up with horseshit! However the girl, Crystal if he remembered correctly, mentioned how she would be right back before climbing out of the cab caused Jeremiah to bark in frustration as he turned his eyes back towards the road.<br/><br/>The next one to approach always gave him the willies, and the most pause to accept their request. Even more so now as he could see her morphing her hand into something before jacking straight into the UI of his truck. Kendra mentioned how she wanted to know who they were, and what they're after. "The Fuck should ah know!? And don't ya fuck up my truck, or Ah'll charge ya extra!" Jeremiah barked. He hated people mucking about on his truck. There was only a very small group of people that he trusted to maintain Rosy, and only one of them was present, himself.<br/><br/>A flash of reflected light caught his attention in his side view mirror, causing his head to turn from Kendra to see the reflection of a Hover cargo slowly pulling along side. He bared his teeth like an angry animal. A quick glance forward showed that he was on a particularly long stretch of Road so he could affect to concentrate on what's behind them for the time being. Reaching up, he yanked on the rope that would sound<em>Rosy'</em>s horn (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2a3YzWJpLok). Deafening bellow erupted from the cab in warning to all attackers. Jeremiah was through fucking around. He watched, and waited as the hover cargo was coming further, and further along side. When he was certain they were close enough, he jerked the wheel, intent on bashing the hover Cargo with 110,000lbs of Truck, and trailer.<br/><br/><em>Rosy</em>was a bit slow to respond, but that was to be expected from a machine with so much mass. The nearly seven foot tall front wheels howled in protest as Jeremiah commanded them to turn into the Hover cargo. The mass shifting to the right, wanting to keep with Newton's laws of Physics. However the power of the Maxim 6 Super was not to be defied as entire rig tilted way from the Hover cargo from no more then three seconds before it came careening back to follow the monstrous tractor.<br/><br/>There was a sickening crunch of alloyed metal and dura plastics as it collided good ole fashioned steel and iron. The reaction was near instant. While the hover cargo's anti-grav lifts allowed it to traverse over nearly any terrain at a hair rate of speed than normal cars, and truck. It was at the cost of mass, and the amount of cargo it could carry. The Cargo was much, much lighter than<em>Rosy</em>. It could do nothing against the mass being driven against it. The Cargo's driver panicked, and tried to defiantly push back against the Maxim. His inexperience would be costly this day.<br/><br/>One of the rear Road wheels caught on the lip of the Fender well for the Hover Cargo's front right's gravity displacer. The wheel ripping into the plastic and pushing the corner of the hover cargo down. The lip of the Cargo's frame digging into the hard packed earth before it would catch. Causing its momentum to shift from Forward to down. The rear end still wanting to move forward was pitched upwards, sending the Hover cargo into an chaotic cartwheeling tumble away from the Maxim 6 Super.<br/><br/>Jeremiah spared only a moment's dispassionate glance as the Hover cargo slammed into the remnants of a large tree. Crumpling like an empty beer can. Though cause its propulsion systems were completely electronic, the crash lacked the explosive climax of its fiery demise. Only a brief surge of electricity as the batteries were crushed, and short circuited. "Dats wat ya git fer trying to take mah rig." Jeremiah snorted.<br/><br/>Turning his attention back to the road ahead, Jeremiah grabbed the polished brass knob of his tall shifter. His foot stomping on the clutch as he yanked the shift into the next gear before dropping the clutch. More dark smoke, and fire belched forth from<em>Rosy's</em>single stack. The twin super chargers howling in ecstasy as the Maxim leaped forward trying to gain lost time.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ROLLS</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Mac84 rolled: 8d6<br/>Comment: Jeremiah attempts to use Rosy to bash against Hover cargo on Left side. <br/>Result: 2, 5, 6, 4, 3, 2, 1, 4, <br/>Yang:2<br/>Yin:2<br/></div></div>