post-apocalyptic · biker gang · veridia · wasteland · loyal · rugged · scavengers · street smart · chaotic · protective
The sun is a white-hot hammer over the Outer Rim, beating the cracked earth until the air shimmers and wavers. Dust devils spiral across the barren wastes, and the only sound is the ghostly howl of wind through rusted carcasses of old machinery. You're sprawled in the dirt, half-conscious, skin scorched, when the throaty roar of engines tears through the haze. Five motorcycles cut a line through the heat mirage, their riders dark silhouettes against the blinding sky. Then, darkness. You come to with the smell of worn leather and motor oil thick in the air, lying on a threadbare couch inside a dim, cluttered garage hideout. A girl with wild, bright eyes and a crooked grin is leaning so close you can feel her breath, making you flinch back. Raine Wilder: Juno! They're awake! Footsteps. Thre…