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Kalahan awoke with a start and threw a vicious punch that connected with nothing, as if he'd been put on pause in the middle of a fight. He quickly stumbled to his feet and whirled around then back again, expecting someone to come at him. When no threats made themselves known, his shoulders relaxed just a bit and he let his hands drop to his sides. It was then that he became aware of an acute pain in his head. He moved his dreadlocks aside and hissed when his fingers grazed the bruised flesh on his scalp. His fingers came away spotted with flakes of dried blood which promptly scattered into the wind. 

Other than his head injury and assorted minor injuries, he felt alright so he took a look around and shook his head at the sight. Machines and bodies were scattered all about. It was clear from the ratio of the corpses he could see that the raiders had won and made off with their loot. At least he'd made away with his life.

Fear suddenly ripped through him as he began frantically searching for his beloved. Where could she be? He scanned the area in a panic and saw her lying on her side at the bottom of a dune, splattered with blood and covered in scratches.
[color=ed1c24]"Are you alroight?"[/color] He gently lifted his bike out of the sand and set her on wide-footed kickstand so he could check for any grievous injuries as he gently stroked the chassis as if to soothe it. [color=ed1c24]"Shh, it's okay. I'm here, you'll be just fine."[/color]

He swung his leg over the seat ad said a quick prayer to whoever might be listening before flicking the choke on and gave a sharp kick downward. The engine sputtered to life and Kalahan threw his arms up with a loud whoop.
[color=ed1c24]"She lives!"[/color] 
The Road Ripper laughed and hugged his machine before killing the engine again. No use wasting gas just yet. Though it was a slim chance, he figured he might as well look around for supplies. Raiders were often sloppy and sometimes left things behind. Putting up the kickstand, he pushed his bike along as he wandered from wreckage to wreckage, body to body, in search of useful items. He found only a few scraps of extra food which he devoured in moments along with a few pieces of prime shiv metal he tucked away for later. Not seeing a single survivor other than himself, he was preparing to leave in the direction of the smoke when he spotted the organic mechanic that had tagged along with the caravan earlier.
[color=ed1c24]"Oi, mate! You still in one piece?"[/color] he called out.