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The Killjoys(Party Poison):
The desert was burning up and his cigarettes were just about gone. Party Poison looked around at his fellow Killjoys. Fun Ghoul was sprawled across the hood of the Trans AM, working on some contraption with colorful wires. Jet Star was cleaning his blaster, counting the batteries and wiping away any of the acrid smelling firing residue from the barrel. Kobra Kid, the youngest of all of them was lounging inside the car, reading one of his Murder magazines and listening intently to Dr.Death-Defying's latest updates from the Zones.
Things were quiet today, something not so very normal, or good in Party Poison's mind. They had been sent to meet up with another band of rebels like themselves, the "Motor Babies" they were called. Dr.D had gotten a transmission from them about looking to see if they could help the resistance. Party was not usually keen on meeting up with rebels without backup, but Dr. D seemed to really trust these guys, he had said something about the leader of this group being a good rival to Party, but then again, was there honestly any?
Just then, there seemed to be a charge that filled up the desert air. All four killjoys tensed, blasters at the ready. Party smiled as he heard the safety on his own gun click off, and heard it charge for the first shot.
"Get ready to rock fellas, sounds like we've got company." Kobra shouted from his position, now at the tail of the car, helmet on his head.
"Really? i thought we were just gonna enjoy a tea party for the four of us." Fun Ghoul jabbed back through his cheesy Frankenstein mask.
As if on cue, an obnoxiously painted Mustang came tearing up Route Guano with a pack white motorcycles on its tail.
"Looks like the Dracs found our friends." said Jet Star. "We gonna let them handle this or ghost 'em?"
There was then a loud crash as a purple laser beam nailed one of the Dracs in the chest. Their fall had taken out half of the pack. Another half dozen black and purple shots and the chase was over. The car hooked a "U" and started back the way it came from. Party shot his gun into the sky to give off their location, and was greeted now by a lime green beam in the sky. The mustang pulled up alongside the Killjoys hiding place and the engine rumbled with menace.
Just like their Trans AM, the mustang was covered with spray paint, though the original color shone through in some spots, It had a huge paw on the hood, though Party couldn't quite put a name to which animal it came from, though it looked dog-ish. The engine gave a hiccup and backfired and someone in the car cussed and the latch on the hood popped as someone inside turned it off. Four rugged, worn out looking zone runners climbed out. The shortest, who had a quiver of arrows on their back turned to the killjoys and pulled of their mask. Much to the killjoys' surprise, it was a woman, and she appeared to be the leader.
"Are you the Killjoys?" She asked. Party Poison nodded and stepped forward as she walked closer.
"Party Poison's the name; Fun Ghoul is the short one with the vest, Jet Star is the one with the fro, and Kobra Kid is the one with the helmet. You four are the one's Dr.D sent us to meet?"
"That we are. I'm Adrenaline Rose, the one with the grenade belt is Narcotic Prism, the guy with the knives is Cyanide Rose, and the guy with all the wires is Electric Alteration. We're the Motor Babies. Korse took one of our own and we know you have the grudge against him. If you want to help us get Fairie Rebel back, we'd be more than happy to let you have a shot at Korse."
"I like the sound of that, but if you want our help, you'll have to take orders from me. Got it?" Party said, still surprised by the determination and authority from this Adrenaline girl. "It's too risky to hang around out here where we might meet some trouble. Let's head back to our hideout and settle this all out. Dr.D has some explaining to do."
"Sounds fair enough. Lead the way." She said as she climbed back into the colorful mustang. Cyanide slammed the hood mumbling something about shitty Ford cars and the other two slid through a hole where a back window should have been.
"This is going to be an interesting mission." Jet Star said as the Trans AM rumbled back to life. Gravel flew as the killjoys led their new associates back to their Diner at the edge of Zone 4.