Turns out that hooking a laser cannon up to an electric tank vehicle was a great idea.
Rolled up to some walled off apartment towers and decided to melt the metal gate to get inside. Bandits. Lots and lots of bandits all over the compound. Well, slavers more like. The “workers” quickly scurried away as things got hot. Who knew that my unwelcome visit would kick off a firefight, right?
About ten to fifteen armed and angry dudes on the parking lot. Most of them wielding things like bats and other whack-you-over-the-head weapons. A few crossbows. A couple of military rifles. Well, I had a melt-you-as-soon-as-I-spot-you laser cannon so they didn’t really stand a chance. I rolled on in and let loose volley after volley of hot death. Then, a threat. A blind spot! A battle tank right around the corner. Could’ve wiped me off the face of the Earth but nothing happened. The guy in the gunner seat didn’t know what he was doing, I suppose. Sleeping on the job? He eventually got out of the tank and shot at me with a rifle but… damn, why?! He didn’t live to regret it.
A few stragglers hiding out here and there but they couldn’t hide. Laser cannon just kept spitting hellfire. You’re in cover? Not anymore, buddy. I’d honk the horn when things got quiet and as a reaction I’d hear people screaming in terror. They knew what was coming to them. Useful implant, this enhanced hearing CBM. Yeah, panic. I’d open up on the second floor walls and guys would throw themselves out the windows just to get away. Pretty sure I got one of them mid-air. Slice and dice.
Honk honk. Not much of a response anymore. Some slight movement on the top floors but that was it. Place seemed clear enough so I set the cannon on sentry mode, got out and started poking around. Souped up M14s and a few books on trapping and high level first-aid on the bodies. Good enough for me. Some disgusting dumpsters in the back. Blood and entrails. Burn marks. Cannibals burning the parts they didn’t want to eat. Who am I to judge? I just killed more than 30 people without feeling remorse of any kind. Sure, they had it coming, but… yeah.
Found the slaves hiding in the basement. The washrooms. Lucky for them I didn’t bring the buildings down. Some hero, huh? “Oh, you survived. I kinda forgot you were here.” Gathered them all up and explained the situation. No more captivity or forced labor. They’d need to find a way to make it out there. I left them with plenty of weapons and armor and hinted that they should go upstairs when they were good and ready. My guess would be that one bandit leader or another was cowering up there. Work things out with them any way they see fit.
Me, I’m just gonna keep rolling wherever these roads take me. Honk honk.
