This is a Freebuild for the Marauders and part 2 of my character's backstory.
Hope you enjoy!
About this creation
Date: August 9th 2085
Location: The region of Earth once known as Mobile Alabama.
After floating in the gulf for what seemed like days I awoke in a campsite under the docks.
Jack: Ugh... What happened?..
*Jack gets up from the cot.*
Aurelian Scout: Oh good. You're up.
Jack: Where am I? Is this Prison?!
Aurelian Scout: No. It's not prison.
Jack: This isn't the OTHER place is it?! I didn't think I was that bad!
Aurelian Scout: No. You're still alive. Kids...
Jack: What a relief! So who are you guys?
Aurelian Scout: We are members of the Aureli-
Jack: I can see that. I meant names.
Aurelian Scout: Oh. I'm Kyla Ryther. The one with the rocket launcher is my cousin Ryan and the one at the table is my brother Rico. Which reminds me, He needed to ask you some questions.
Jack: About what?
Kyla: He didn't say. Now come along.
*Jack follows Kyla*
Officer Rico Ryther: So you're the one my Kid Sister rescued.
Jack: Yes sir.
Kyla: I found him next to the box.
Jack: Box? Hey! My loot made it!
Rico: Loot? You're a Pirate?
Jack: Yup! I was here visiting my Grandpa.
Kyla: That explains the cutlass.
Jack: It's my Grandpa's. He gave it to me before he was arrested.
Rico: Is your Grandfather by chance Old Man Brickton?
Jack: Yeah. You know him?
Rico: He's the biggest supporter of Aurelia in the city! He even gave us a boat!
Jack: That explains why he was arrested.
Kyla: If there's any way we can help you let us know. It's the least we can do.
Jack: Let me think...
Rico: A ride home? Some weapons? Your pick of whatever is in that box?
Jack: All of the above Please.
Rico: Ha! Sure kiddo. Ryan! Bring that box over here!
Jack: I wonder what's inside...
Ryan: It's probably just some rations or uniforms seeing how they ain't come a lookin' for it.
Jack: Not with how strong the guards were! It's probably guns! Or Data Pads! Or-
Rico: A load of trash?
Jack: Are you joking?!
Kyla: Let's take a closer look just to be sure.
Kyla: You're right. It's a load of junk.
Rico: Sorry kid. The most valuable thing is the box. the rest is just scrap.
Jack: Awesome! You keep the box and I'll take the scrap.
*Jack grabs the contents of the box and runs over to the table to start tinkering.*
Ryan: Good to see some youngins' are still easy to entertain.
Rico: Enough lollygagging. We need to load up our stuff and get out of here before the GI find out we're here!
After a couple of hours the Aurelii were ready to ship out and I was still tinkering.
Rico: Hey kid! We're almost ready to leave. You finished yet?
Jack: Almost. Just five more minutes...
When the time came to leave I had made a Cutting thingy and a Wrenchy Staffy Thingamabob. (I sucked at naming things.)
Rico: Where did you get those?
Jack: These? Oh they're just scrap.
Rico: Ha ha. Of course they are kid.
Ryan: So where you live Buddy?
Jack: In Monroeville. Just drive up the river and I'll tell you when to stop.
After a little while we were on the Alabama River. It used to be a busy place but with the rise of hover barges the river was pretty much only used by citizens and smugglers.
Date: January 3th 2095 Ten years later
Jack: A lot changed in the past ten years. but the most of it happened exactly one year ago today. The Earth shifted galaxies. Some thought of it as a curse or a sign of the end I see it was a blessing! When the fixture opened in Birmingham the citizens of Alabama were some of the first to sign up for the colonization. Heck! even the GI left the state! since protecting the gulf border was no longer necessary. But some decided to stay behind. Myself included. So While the rest of my family moved off planet I stayed behind to salvage the things people left behind. And today I was headed to the Warehouse Grandpa and I tried to raid. But travel was difficult with the gators. Oh yeah! I forgot to mention the gators. With no humans the animals started to take over and something in the gas from Birmingham must have screwed with the gators genetics. They now would climb trees, dig holes to trap prey,and make sand bars in the river to trap boats. I hope they don't start becoming sentient because I have enough trouble as is with the weeds!
Jack: I ain't stupid ya dumb gator! I can see that sand bar! I'm walking the rest of the way!
After a lot of walking I finally reached the Harbor.
Jack: Well This brings a whole new meaning to the term "Concrete Jungle."