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Джон Дахкея — главарь банды и грабитель, ставший законником. Он, по-видимому, является коренным американцем апачей (по крайней мере, частично) с территорий Техаса/Аризоны "Дикого Запада" 19-го века, скорее всего, около 1880-х годов, если быть более точным.

Заметки Scorched Earth

Заметка Дахкеи #1 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png От старых привычек трудно избавиться. Полагаю, я живое доказательство.

Я очнулся совершенно голым неизвестно где с неизвестно чем, застрявшим в моей руке, но всего несколько недель спустя, а я уже снова граблю людей под дулом пистолета. Это место может быть не Техасом и не Аризоной, но я тот же Джон Дахкея.

Я не знаю, почему это вызывает у меня беспокойство. Раньше я не возражал против такой жизни, но тогда я точно не выбирал ее. Я просто наткнулся на это, или, по крайней мере, так я себе сказал. Вот тебе и все. Может быть, это просто то, кто я есть.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #2 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png Иногда пенни, с которыми человек не расстается добровольно, стоят меньше, чем слова, которыми он поделится с любым незнакомцем. Некоторые из моих новых партнеров этого не замечают.

Блонди особенно слеп к этому. Он всегда ищет предлог, чтобы нажать на курок, и он чертовски упрям. Он даже до сих пор злится, что мы зовем его Блонди, как будто кто-то из нас может выговорить это его имя.

Но если бы Блонди руководил действиями, этот охотник не рассказал бы нам о сборе группы, собирающейся на юго-востоке, и у них будет гораздо больше, чем шкуры животных.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #3 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png Не могу поверить, как это было легко. Начнем с того, что здесь было не так много охранников, а те немногие, что у них есть, скорее вызовут у вас улыбку, чем пулю. Мы только что вошли.

Поселение даже больше, чем мы ожидали. Это впечатляет, если не считать защиты. Все работают вместе, чтобы построить свой собственный маленький рай, но не факт, что это продлится долго. Если вы спросите их, они поверят своему лидеру, женщине по имени Райя.

Остальные рассредоточились, чтобы найти, где хранятся припасы, но мне любопытно. Может быть, я найду эту загадочную женщину. Может быть интересно.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #4 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png Не знаю, что привело меня в эту пустыню. Мой старик сказал бы, что это духи наших предков. Другие люди могли бы сказать Бог. Как бы то ни было, после разговора с этой женщиной я теперь понимаю, что зря тратил то, что мне было дано.

У меня здесь нет прошлого. Нет плакатов с моим ухмыляющимся лицом, нет отрядов, охотящихся на меня. Я могу быть любым человеком, каким только захочу. Итак, сегодня я делаю выбор — здешние люди не заслуживают того, чтобы их грабили. Чего они заслуживают, так это защиты, и я тот человек, который их защитит.

Черт, может быть, они даже назовут меня шерифом.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #5 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png Блонди не одобрил моего решения. Я никогда не был хорош в убеждении, поэтому я позволил своему пистолету решить мою проблему. После этого остальные со мной согласились.

Убедить Райю было гораздо проще. Она знала, что охрана поселения не самая лучшая, и что если бы я хотел неприятностей, то уже устроил бы их. Когда Райя говорит, люди слушают. Я могу многое сказать, наблюдая за ней, но в таком беззаконном месте, как это, слов недостаточно. Нам не потребовалось много времени, чтобы прийти к соглашению.

Ну, полагаю, мне лучше осмотреть войска. Может быть, некоторые из них умеют стрелять.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #6 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png Теперь я знаю, что чувствовал старик, когда учил меня охотиться. Мы перестали сходиться во взглядах еще до того, как я покинул племя, но я всегда буду благодарить его за время, которое он потратил, говоря мне одни и те же проклятые вещи снова и снова. Должно быть, это сводило его с ума внутри, но он никогда этого не показывал.

Нелегко было подражать этому терпению. Половина этой жалкой кучи зелена, как трава, а другая половина скорее держит копье, чем ружье. По крайней мере, они улучшаются, пусть и со скоростью патоки.

Ее Высочество иногда заглядывает, но, к счастью, просто посмотреть. Это было бы еще сложнее с отвлекающими факторами.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #7 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png Сегодня у моего разношерстного отряда было первое настоящее испытание. Некоторые из наших сборщиков столкнулись с этими большими ящерицами в нескольких милях к западу от деревни, и одному из них удалось позвать на помощь. К счастью, остальные спрятались в ущелье, и мы вернули всех живыми и невредимыми.

Ну, кроме француза. Он забыл, что когда ты стреляешь в этих больших ублюдков, они стреляют в ответ. Потребовалось несколько часов, чтобы вытащить эти колючки из его руки.

Когда мы вернулись, мне кажется, я слышал слова "спасибо" больше, чем когда-либо в своей жизни. Я действительно не знал, что сказать в ответ.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #8 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png Горожане могут быть благодарны за мою защиту, но это не значит, что я им нравлюсь. Я не против. Если они ищут светских милостей, им следует найти ее высочество..

Райя ненавидит это прозвище. Она думает, что я называю ее высокомерной, и я полагаю, что это так. Немного. Не могу представить, чтобы руки этой женщины видели мозоли до того, как она попала сюда.

Но это еще не все. Возьмем это дело с той башней. У нее есть люди из самых разных мест, которые молятся этой проклятой штуке*, а она никогда не просила их об этом. Они просто хотят последовать ее примеру. Как будто на ней невидимая корона. Не могу решить, утешает это или беспокоит.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #9 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png Моя банда неудачников-законников наконец-то может собраться вместе. Прошла целая неделя с тех пор, как кто-то прострелил себе ногу или или обмочил штаны из-за Раптора. Может быть, я, наконец, смогу нормально выспаться.

Наверное, я на слишком многого хочу. С каждым днем Ности становится немного больше, и мне нужно решить еще несколько проблем. Эти гигантские жуки с того дня, например. Нашел двоих из них играющими с киркой в нескольких милях к северу от реки. Я никогда не слышал о каких-либо животных, использующих инструменты, если не считать легенд, которые старейшины рассказывали о Большой Сове и Койоте. Это кажется неестественным.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #10 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png Something damaged a water pipe outside of town yesterday, and when a crew went to repair it, they were attacked by a whole mess of mantises. My boys and I drove them off, but we were too late to save the engineers.

I know it sounds crazy, but I think those mantises cut through that pipe on purpose to draw us out. If I'm right, then I'm more concerned about them than anything.

In the stories about Big Owl and Coyote, Big Owl was the huge, scary one, but Coyote was more dangerous because he was clever. He'd trick man and monster alike, and everyone feared him. I never believed those stories, but I sure remember the lesson.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #11 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png I was worried that Raia would fight some of the new precautions my boys have been taking, but I guess I've earned a looser leash. I suppose I ought to lay off the "highness" talk then. Seems only fair.

The other day we even shot the breeze a little. First time we've talked about something besides what needs doing. Seems we're both a little worn out.

Unlike me, she's used to being respectable and responsible, but being in charge means everyone wants your time and attention.

This place hasn't been easy on either of us or anyone else, but I'm still kicking so far. Come what may, I don't plan on stopping.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #12 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png Something like this was bound to happen one day. The bigger the town gets, the more value Raia has to it, and what happens to valuable things? People try to steal them.

It wasn't a bad idea, holding her for ransom like that. Too bad for those raiders this is my town.

I picked most of them off with a rifle as they tried to force her onto a pack animal, and my men finished a few others as they fled. One tried surrendering, but I had to send a message. If you pull a stunt like that in my goddamn town, you wont get any mercy. Not a single shred of it.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #13 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png That woman's got some nerve. I save her hide and the next day, Raia's scolding me for putting down a "defenseless" kidnapper. Hardly even thanked me first.

What did she expect me to do? Give him free room and board for the rest of his days? Let him go so he can tell every bandit in the desert how soft we are?

I told her that if she didn't like the way I protected her then she can protect herself. Should have kept my damn mouth shut. Now I'm stuck teaching her how to shoot three times a week. Gonna be at it forever, too. She couldn't hit a bison's äss from five paces.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #14 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png I do believe that my pupil is the first dead eye Egyptian priestess the world's ever seen. It took a few months but Raia's too stubborn to quit.

I shouldn't have been so hard on her. Trying to keep your faith and traditions in a dog eat dog world isn't easy. HeIl I couldn't even do it myself, and that was before giant lizards were looking to take a bite out of my backside.

During one lesson, she told me this story about how her goddess had a nice side and a nasty one. I think she meant something else, but the way I see it we're the goddess. She's nice, I'm nasty, and we keep each other in check.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #15 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png Even after all this time in Nasti, I have trouble sleeping in the same bed every night. Sometimes I'll just toss and turn until I give up and go to sleep beneath the stars.

Hell, I'm not sure we ever slept in (the) same spot twice back in the Russo gang. Thought I'd live that way forever, wild and free like Doc Russo. Probably die guns blazing like him too. Sounded better to me than withering away with the rest of my tribe as the world passed us by.

I don't think Doc would recognize me now. I'm not the "Apache nephew" he taught to read and shoot. Matter of fact, if he were here, I'd probably have to shoot him.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #16 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png I expected those mantises to come back, but not like this. They came at the village from two sides at the same time, and the way they moved... they were more coordinated than any wolf pack. They worked together like men would.

Took nearly half a day to fend them off, and they didn't leave us without scars. If attacks like this become common, we're going to be in a heap of trouble, so I've decided to round up my best men to track these monsters down. We've got to at least find out where they're coming from.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #17 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png We've been tracking these damn things for ages. I can't believe the traveled so far just to attack us. Something like that has to be deliberate. I already knew these bugs were smart, but if they're that determined to kill us, then we've got to wipe them out here and now.

That's easier said than done. There's a whole mess of them here. Can't say I've heard of any mantises living in a group like this, but I'm no expert when it comes to animals. Certainly not in this crazy place.

At any rate, I've got to come up with some kind of plan. Shooting them one by one won't do the trick.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #18 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png I'm glad I decided to take Sasha with me. The Russian showed up in Nosty less than a month ago, but she already knew her way around a gun. Says she learned it in a place called Gru. Never heard of it, but apperently they teach you all sorts of tricks there like how to make bombs more powerful than dynamite.

The caves the mantises are holed up in are filled with sulfur, so if we set Sasha's bombs in the right spot, we should be able to wipe them all out at once...provided we can shoot our way in and out without becoming mantis chow.

Well "Captain," time to earn your title.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #19 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png I can't recall the journey back to town, but I remember the caverns. The mantises didn't take too kindly to our intrusion. Took half my men with them before we blew them to hell.

Well, most of them. One came at us while we were celebrating and I pushed Sasha out of the way like a damn fool. Nearly got myself skewered.

Now Raia's got me all cooped up until I finish recovering. Threatened to tie me to the bed if I tried to leave. I'd probably drive myself nuts if she didn't keep me company so often. She was even here when I first woke up. I admit, I was glad to see the sight.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #20 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png How long have I wanted this? I can't place it exactly, but it feels like I always have. I suppose that's how I know it's right.

It's not just that Raia's beautiful. I've known beautiful women before, but I never got the same feeling when I looked at them. I never felt this at home around them, or anyone for that matter. What happened between us when I was stuck in that room, it wasn't a heat of the moment decision. At least I don't think.

All I know is that now, I don't mind sleeping in the same bed every night. Not anymore.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #21 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png Maybe I should change my name again. Seems fitting. I started calling myself John about a week after joining up with Doc Russo. The others never called me Dahkeya anyway, so I figured they may as well call me by a name I chose myself.

That was part of it, but I think that deep down, I also knew that the boy who earned the name Dahkeya was gone for good. Now I think the outlaw named John Dahkeya is gone too, so it would make sense to call myself something else.

Then again, that may just confuse folks. Probably not worth the hassle. Besides, I kind of like the way it sounds with an Egyptian accent.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #22 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png Things have been quiet for a while now. Downright pleasant, even. At least, that was the case until one of our hunting parties went missing about five days ago. Well they're not missing anymore, at least what's left of them.

We scoured every inch of their camp and still can't figure out who attacked them. There aren't many prints from animals, and what ones we found aren't like any creature I've seen. There are scorch marks aplenty, though. Maybe it was a group of raiders with some of those new, flame spewing weapons that I've heard tell about?

Whoever it was, I'll see it to it that they live just long enough to regret it.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #23 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png We finally tracked down our culprit this morning, and damn was he one big, mean son of a gun. He had wings like a bat, a head like lizard and spat fire from his mouth. I've never seen anything like it, not even here. Fortunately, anything will die if you put enough bullets in its head.

One of my men called it a wyvern, but he'd never actually seen one before. Said it was just a legend. No one in town had seen one either.

So where'd it come from? Did it just suddenly fly here from parts unknown? This whole affair doesn't sit right with me. Gives me a bad feeling.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #24 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png Folks have been spotting a lot more of these wyvern creatures, and they're not just throwing fire every which way, either. Some spit lightning or acid.

On top of that, those big pillars are acting funny. I checked with Sasha, since she doesn't buy into that Hathor business, and she sees it too. It's making me restless. Between this and the mantises, it's starting to feel like this place wants us gone.

I know that can't be right. There were no spirits of the land to stop the frontiersman back home, and there are none here. Still, I should talk to Raia. If that tower's dangerous, she shouldn't be worshipping it.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #25 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png I shouldn't have expected her to listen. Raia's kept her faith this long, so there was no way a few wyverns and a talking to were going to change that, even if that talking to came from me.

Still, I'm not about to take any chances. Whether it's wyverns, mantises or giant towers, nothing's harming this town and it's especially not harming her. Her prayer groups are getting extra guards and I don't care if she likes it.

I expect she won't. In fact, I'll probably have to sleep under the stars for the for the next few nights. Oh well. I suppose that's what you'd call a "long-term investment".
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #26 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png For all my caution, I could have never prepared for this.

Yesterday, the towers started flashing and glowing like a damn lightning storm. When I saw that, I saddled up one of our cats and went to find Raia as fast as I could. Within minutes, the ground was crumbling beneath us, like the land was trying to swallow the Nosti whole.

Once I swung Raia up onto the saddle, I had to ride like a man possessed, our cat leaping across broken buildings as they slipped into the ground. Even then we barely made it, but we're the only ones. I spotted Sasha hanging onto a ledge as we escaped, but I couldn't get to him in time.

We're all that's left.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #27 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png I wish I were better with words. I just don't know what to tell Raia after all that's happened. A loss like that is always going to ache, but nothing I do or say seems to ease the hurt at all. You know things are ugly when I'm the optimistic one.

For now, I've just got to keep us focused on staying alive, step by step. We're going back to the basics: finding water, finding food and finding shelter. This snaggletoothed cat and I are all she's got left, and that means I've got to be steady for her. Somehow, we'll make it through this.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #28 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png So far so good. The cat has helped keep the critters away, so I've conserved ammunition, and we're all stocked up on supplies. For the immediate future, I'd say we're safe and secure.

Further than "immediate" though? I'm not so sure. Neither of us are builders, and there are bigger, tougher animals than long-toothed cats out there. Eventually we'll need to find some new friends. Nosti was the biggest settlement in the desert, but it couldn't have been the only one.

I'd heard rumors that a hunting party had seen some buildings to the west. Sounds like as good a place to start as any.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #29 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png Damn it all to hell! I had everything under control. We were going to make it, but I just had to go searching for that town. What a stupid, bone-headed decision!

It's not that the rumor was wrong. There are buildings, all right: crumbling, abandoned buildings that are half-buried in sand...and home to a group of damned wyverns that attacked us on the way in. We managed to give them the slip by taking shelter in this big, circular building, but they've been circling it ever since.

We've got enough supplies for nearly a week. Hopefully they'll lose interest before we start to run dry.
~ Джон Дахкея

Заметка Дахкеи #30 (Scorched Earth)

NoteDahkeya.png The wyverns haven't left. They're fixated on us. Well if they want me so bad, they'll get it. I'm not foolhardy enough to fight them on my own, but I can at least insist that Raia take our mount. If things go south, then she'll have a chance to run.

Raia, if that happens and you're reading this, don't go crying on my account. The time we've had is more than I could have hoped for. Besides, it'd be downright selfish of me to keep you to myself when you've got so much to offer the world.

As for me, I've only got one true talent, and those ugly, overgrown lizards will find out just what that is when I drag them to hell.
~ Джон Дахкея