Dark Rider's Super Van

Description  / Stats  /  Story

Description of the Van:

The Dark Rider's van is his pride and joy. It is a sight few souls will ever see when this stone-cold, merciless warrior is repairing his vehicle and an almost mother-like side shows, repairing it like a mother would bandage her wounded child. More than once his comrades have overheard him talking to his van about stuff on his mind.

But when they hit the streets its time to work. The sight of this machine of war is truly awesome, making the bravest of villains to stare in horror-struck awe as the machine comes into view. The villain Nighthawk, after seeing the machine the first time, told one of most trusted ninjas that "it appeared to have a mind of its own, like the man behind the wheel really only thought he was in control but the machine wanted blood."

The outside is covered in heavy steel armor, with small slits where the windows would be, and an armored turret sitting on the roof, ready for combat. Four machineguns, in addition the turret machine gun are fixed to the armor and three heavy flamethrowers sit, mounted on the van, between the machineguns. But one of the most intimidating aspects of the vehicle is a simple ram-prow jutting out the front giving it the appearance of an invincible monster waiting for its next victim.

Stats of Dark Rider's Van

- Full Size Van

- Main Body S.D.C.: 525

- Max. Seats: 10

- Max. Load: 2,500 lbs.

- Max. Turrets: 2

- Speed Class: 26 Speed: 880 Max.: 600mph Cruise: 160 mph

Armor

Vehicle Armor: Heavy Armor: A.R.: 18 S.D.C.: 1,400 5,000 lbs.

Passenger Armor: Heavy Armor with window slits: A.R.: 16 S.D.C.: 500

Turret Armor: Heavy Armor: A.R.: 14 S.D.C.: 400

Fuel Compartment Armor: Heavy Armor: A.R.: 14 S.D.C.: 400 900 lbs.

Weapons

Fixed Mount: 2; 30mm Automatic Guns: Damage: 2D4 x 10 Range: 5,000ft.

2; 5.56 Light Machineguns: Damage: 5D6 Range: 1,500ft.

Swivel Mount: .50 Caliber Heavy Machine gun: Damage: 7D6 Range: 3,000ft.

Ordinance: 3; Flame Throwers: Damage: 4D6 Range: 30ft. (gas tank of opponent detonates 30%)

Equipment and Accessories

- Air-Recycling System

- 3 Ejection Seat Hover Vehicles: Max. Spd.: 100mph Range: 15 miles Fuel Capacity: 15 min.

- 5 Anti-Missile Chaffs

- Luxury Accommodations: 2 beds, small kitchen(sink and stove), bathroom(shower), conference/dining table, panelling and carpeting.

- Maneuver Rockets

- Night Sight Camera/Monitor: Range: 2,000 ft.

- Pressurized Cabin

- Searchlight

- Smoke Screen

- Theft Alarm system

- Theft-Proof Locks (-35% pick the locks)

- Radar Display (500 ft., trees, rocks, buildings, airplanes, people, and anything over size level 6)

- Fold-Down Bucket Seats

- Stereo System (AM/FM, Also tape player)

- Refreshment Dispenser (Hot Soup and Fruit Juice)

- Sensory Equipment (+5% to auto mechanics)

- Radio Locator (Range: 5 miles)

- Trailer Hitch

- Winch and Cable (100 ft., 300 lbs. can be pulled.

- Fuel Efficiency Modification (1/2 fuel consumption)

- Super Fuel Efficiency (10% of the normal mpg rate)

- Oil Slick

- 5 vehicle catrops

- Ram-prow

- Portable tool Kit

- Trunk Tool Kit

- Hover System

- Cellular phone

(Description by Ash, Stats by Ihsan)

-Story-

-The Dark Rider and his Super Van... Taking the Law to a new level.....

A car rides through a puddle on a dark autumn night, splashing an unsuspecting pedestrian, walking home after a hard days work. The driver and passenger of the vehicle are two rough ghetto boys, who probably never really had a chance. But tonight they celebrate.

"Hell Yeah!" screams the driver of the vehicle while pulling off a black ski-mask.

"I can't believe we pulled it off, Jake!" the other says gleefully while going through a bag of wallets and money.

"That fat waitress is probably sorry she was where she was."

"Don't you mean WAS sorry" the passenger, whose friends call Wick, says with a grin. The other laughs at the statement. They are so happy about their loot that it takes Wick a while to notice the vehicle that has been following for quite sometime.  Two headlights in the dark of the highway they just exited to.

"Hey. I think we're being followed" he says looking out the rear window.

"Cops?" Jake asks looking worried.

"I don't know, it's too dark, I can only see headlights."

"Well they won't catch us." Jake says slamming down the gas. "I got the fastest car in Brooklyn! Adios @$$hole!" Jake begins to chuckle to himself.

"Uh, they're gaining on us." Wick says staring out the back window.

"WHAT!? Shoot 'em!" Jake responds quickly. Wick pulls a .45 Automatic out of the glovebox and stands up, sticking his upper-torso through the small sun-roof into the cold, wet night air. He fires three shots at the source of the lights. He hears them hit but the car keeps coming. It's almost as if the driver could care less he is being shot at. Lightning flashes for an instant , outlining the vehicle for just a second. Wick turns pale at the sight of the vehicle. Like something out of some bizarre science-fiction movie, it looked like an armored war machine, covered in weapons, with a menacing looking ram-prow jutting out the front.

"Holy $hit Jake." Wicks says getting back into the car. "It's HIM!"

"Who?"

"HIM!"

"Oh $hit." Jake says in shock. "I'll buy us some time to lose him." Jake passes a car and enters it's lane while the car falls back in his lane cutting them off from their pursuer. "There! Now we can try to find a way to lose him."

"Uh, Jake he's going over them."

"What do you mean he's..." Jake falls silent as he looks in his rearview mirror and sees the pursuing vehicle FLYING over first the other vehicles, then over them, and finally landing only one hundred yards ahead of them. They were approaching at an extremely high speed.

"$HIT!!!" They screamed as they veered off the road to avoid collision, flipping their car multiple times and landing in a field.  Somehow they are alive with only minor injuries. A miracle they think.

"Oh God where is he" Wick says looking out the windshield into the dark field.

The sound of an engine can be heard in the distance. Wick screams and fires his .45 out aimlessly into the night, emptying it completely. Then he waits. A second later comes one lone bang from the distance.

"What was that?" Jake asks. "Hey Wick?"

But Wick is dead with a gunshot to the forehead. Jake screams, grabs the money and runs into the darkness. He runs for what seems like an eternity until he runs into something and is knocked down. A spot light turns on in the middle of the field, a man carrying a shotgun silhouetted in the bright light. Jake screams.

"That money doesn't belong to you" the silhouette says.

"Take it!" Jake screams. "Just please don't hurt me!"

"Your request has been considered and denied" says the warrior as he approaches.

Jake's screams echo in the dark but is totally unheard.........

           -Added by Ash to the files of the mysterious Dark Rider

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