RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted March 23 Posted March 23 2025-03-24StoreRob #1View Album 📷StoreRob #2View Album 📷Activity #1📅 Date: 22/03/2025Riding AroundView Album 📷Activity #2📅 Date: 22/03/2025Assisting BB BRView Album 📷Activity #3Riding Around and helping at BRsView Album 📷Activity #4Assisting UE BRView Album 📷Activity #5Assisting R BRView Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 7StoreRob: 2Activity: 5 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted March 25 Posted March 25 2025-03-26StoreRob #1📅 Date: 24/03/2025View Album 📷BankRob #1📅 Date: 21/03/2025BankRob #2📅 Date: 21/03/2025BankRob #3📅 Date: 23/03/2025BankRob #4📅 Date: 23/03/2025BankRob #5📅 Date: 24/03/2025BankRob #6📅 Date: 24/03/2025Activity #1📅 Date: 24/03/2025Riding Around and Robbing storesView Album 📷Activity #2📅 Date: 24/03/2025Assisting gangs in BRsView Album 📷Activity #3📅 Date: 22/03/2025Casino RobberyView Album 📷Activity #4Deffending CRView Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 11StoreRob: 1BankRob: 6Activity: 4 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted March 27 Posted March 27 2025-03-28StoreRob #1View Album 📷StoreRob #2View Album 📷BankRob #1📅 Date: 26/03/2025Activity #1Casino RobberyView Album 📷Activity #2📅 Date: 25/03/2025Riding around and robbing storesView Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 5StoreRob: 2BankRob: 1Activity: 2 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted March 28 Posted March 28 2025-03-29Turf #1📅 Date: 27/03/2025Turf #2📅 Date: 27/03/2025Activity #1📅 Date: 27/03/2025Casino RobberyView Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 3Turf: 2Activity: 1 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted March 29 Posted March 29 2025-03-30BankRob #1📅 Date: 28/03/2025BankRob #2📅 Date: 28/03/2025Turf #1📅 Date: 28/03/2025Activity #1Assisting UE BRView Album 📷Activity #2📅 Date: 28/03/2025Casino RobberyView Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 5BankRob: 2Turf: 1Activity: 2 Quote
JiirakDaniel Posted April 1 Posted April 1 Original Post Roleplay & Number: Shadow Shipment: Rebels MC and Dangerous Trade & 8 Date: 31.03.2025 Participant(s): @JiirakDaniel @RebelsMotorcycleClub Story & Screenshot(s): Two weeks ago, I had a phone call with one of the Rebels MC members. His voice was deep and firm, and he got straight to the point. "Jirak wants to meet you in person. Come to the clubhouse." It was short and direct. I took the directions and hung up without saying much. The Rebels MC clubhouse was hidden behind an old repair shop on the outskirts of the city. When I arrived at the gate, two burly men gave me scrutinizing looks. "They’re expecting me," I said calmly. One of them opened the door, and I stepped inside. The atmosphere was dimly lit. At the table sat a tall man with a thick black beard reaching down to his chest. I recognized him immediately Jirak, one of the most influential figures in Rebels MC. Jirak stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and gestured for me to sit. "You know, we always keep our business clean. But sometimes… adjustments need to be made," he said in his rough voice. "I'm listening," I replied, leaning back in the chair. "We need to send high quality motorcycles and parts to San Fierro. We want to use your company. You handle the logistics, and we'll accompany you to the ship to oversee the loading process. We need to be sure our goods reach their destination safely." I nodded. "These kinds of deals come with a price, Jirak." He chuckled. "Of course, we don’t expect a free service. Name your price. But just know if something goes wrong, we don’t just lose money." I noticed the men around the room eyeing me carefully, all on high alert. I leaned forward and presented our price proposal. Jirak listened intently, then nodded. "Alright. Consider it done." A few days later, we began the loading process at the docks. Jirak and a few of his men stood by, watching every step closely. His eyes never left the motorcycles. For us, everything was going according to plan. The hidden packages inside the motorcycle parts were our real profit. Rebels MC never asked too many questions as long as their shipment arrived safely. As the last motorcycle was loaded onto the ship, Jirak approached me. "Everything looks like it's going smoothly. Let’s hope it stays that way." I gave him a confident smile. "Everything is under control." Jirak and his men mounted their bikes and rode away as soon as the loading was completed. For us, this wasn’t just another business deal. The hidden packages inside the crates were the most crucial part of our plan. The ship’s engines roared to life, and its horn let out a long farewell sound. Until San Fierro’s port came into view, we wouldn’t be at ease. But then again, we always enjoyed taking risks. Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 1 Posted April 1 2025-04-02BankRob #1📅 Date: 30/03/2025Turf #1Turf #2Turf #3Turf #4Roleplay #1I was at the base, but I had to leave in a rush. The place was buzzing with new faces—prospects eager to prove themselves, but none of them had the right bikes to make a statement yet. I picked up the phone, dialing a contact I hadn’t called in a while. “I need a delivery of new Harleys,” I said, my voice steady. “Top condition. They’re for the new members—make them look good.” He didn’t hesitate. “I’ll drop them at your base. One of your new prospects will meet me there.” I left, knowing everything would be handled. I had other things to take care of, but I trusted the job would get done. When I returned hours later, the base was quieter than usual. But as I pulled in, I couldn’t help but stop and stare. The bikes were there—lined up, gleaming under the lights. They looked perfect, better than I expected. The prospect had done more than just meet the delivery guy—they had made sure everything was set up like it was meant to be. Each bike was positioned just right, almost like a display. I smirked to myself. The new members were going to have no trouble riding in style now. The streets would be ours again, and this was just the beginning.View Album 📷Activity #1📅 Date: 30/03/2025Casino RobberyView Album 📷Activity #2📅 Date: 31/03/2025Assisting YZ BRView Album 📷Activity #3📅 Date: 31/03/2025Casino RobberyView Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 9BankRob: 1Turf: 4Roleplay: 1Activity: 3 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 2 Posted April 2 2025-04-03Roleplay #1The club has been booming with activity lately. Pigs been killed, banks been robbed and rubber burned. Though our bikes are always kept neat and up to a certain standard, I figured I might as well do an extra maintenance check on a some bikes. I had a bit of time on my hands anyways, and it's a rather calming break from our more usual activities. I grabbed one of our bikes, checked everything was tightly in place as it was supposed, checked everything sounded as it should and made sure it ran how it needed. Not surprisingly, everything was in order. I took some time to polish it in the end, leaving it with a proper shine once more.View Album 📷Roleplay #2As mentioned, the club has been booming lately, and so our bars have also been emptied quite thoroughly. TGB is no stranger to parties being thrown, alcohol being drunk and stock needing to be kept running constantly to keep up. Lately however, we have been experiencing a very sudden surge of a lot of new people, that know just how to throw one back. Time was nigh to get some new alcohol down there, to keep it running smoothly, and so I set out to do just that. I got in my flatbed and loaded plenty of crates from our storage unit, transported them to TGB, where Pedro looked a little bored. This ofc meant he would do the unloading while moved on with some other business.View Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 2Roleplay: 2 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 3 Posted April 3 2025-04-04StoreRob #1View Album 📷StoreRob #2View Album 📷BankRob #1BankRob #2Turf #1Turf #2📅 Date: 03/04/2025Turf #3📅 Date: 03/04/2025Turf #4📅 Date: 03/04/2025Turf #5📅 Date: 03/04/2025Turf #6Turf #7📅 Date: 03/04/2025Turf #8Roleplay #1More members, more bikes, more activity than ever before. Rebels are thriving, and our home base should reflect it. SWT has been hard at work getting the designs ready for the signs around our base, and now all that's missing is them being applied. I grabbed some buckets of paint, a brush, spray cans—loaded it all in the van and got to work. With plenty to get done, I knew I was in for a couple of hours of work—front sign on the bar, recolor of the top, massive sign at our western entrance, and a bunch of smaller details around the base. Clothes covered in paint, cans emptied, the smell of fresh spray lingering in the air—it was starting to come together. I stepped back, wiping sweat from my forehead, taking in the sight of our refreshed home. The Demon Wheels gleamed under the setting sun, now standing bold and unmissable. The massive western entrance banner, intimidating and proud, declared our presence loud and clear. Around the lot, smaller touches added character—freshly painted curbs, repainted skulls marking our space, even the garage doors got a new coat, bringing life back to Rebels Kustoms.View Album 📷Roleplay #2The city was quiet just the distant hum of cars and the occasional siren my phone buzzed it was LMCHOUMAA one of O Gang’s alcohol buyers his voice was steady but urgent "Yo my bike’s busted cops chased me but I lost ‘em I’m in a safe spot but I can’t move" I looked at Fuzzy who was sitting beside me in the car without a second thought I turned the wheel and sped toward LMCHOUMAA’s location the streets were empty but my mind was already working through possible fixes When we arrived LMCHOUMAA was standing next to his bike he didn’t look hurt just frustrated I stepped out and walked toward him "You good?" He nodded "Yeah just the bike it won’t move" I crouched next to it running my hands over the engine didn’t take long to find the problem a small part was broken enough to keep the bike from running I smirked "You’re lucky I got a spare in the car" Walking back I grabbed the part from the trunk took out the broken piece and tossed it to Fuzzy he caught it checked it and threw it in the car I quickly installed the new one the bike started up but thick smoke poured from the exhaust smelled like burnt oil "It’s running but that oil’s shot we gotta change it Rebels’ base ain’t far follow me there" Right then ASC another guy from O Gang pulled up his car looked rough headlights shattered bumper cracked I glanced at him "Might as well fix that up too while we’re at it" He shrugged "Why not" I hopped in my car they followed as I led the way to the Rebels’ baseView Album 📷Roleplay #3The base was busy guys working on cars bikes lined up tools clanking I pulled straight into the garage LMCHOUMAA and ASC right behind me First thing I did was take LMCHOUMAA’s bike inside the engine was fine but that burnt oil had to go I grabbed a wrench loosened the drain bolt and watched the thick black sludge drip into the pan "Fuzzy hand me the fresh oil" He passed it over I poured it in checked everything and started the bike again this time it purred smooth no more smoke problem solved Then I turned to ASC’s car "Your ride’s a mess let me fix those headlights and that bumper" He laughed "Yeah she’s been through some things" I grabbed my tools got to work and swapped out the broken parts took a step back when I was done and decided to check the oil just in case pulled the dipstick out looked at it and couldn’t help but laugh "Man you ever change this or you just run it till the car gives up" ASC laughed too "Didn’t think it was that bad" Meanwhile Bagetto was checking the tire pressure on another car making sure everything was good Bas stood nearby papers in hand ready to finish up the job Everything done payments settled LMCHOUMAA and ASC thanked us and got back in their rides engines roaring as they pulled out "Take care of that bike and for real change your damn oil" I called out They laughed and disappeared into the night just another night at the Rebels’ baseView Album 📷Roleplay #4The night was calm the neon lights of the Rebels’ Green Bottle glowing against the dark streets business as usual the bar stocked with the finest drinks a place where only the real ones came through I was outside taking a breath when I spotted LMCHOUMAA pulling up I waved at him as he stepped out of his car walking toward me we shook hands firm grip solid respect "Come inside bro got you covered" I said leading him into the bar the place was buzzing music low but steady Rebels chilling around talking drinking handling business We walked up to the counter I leaned against it looking at him "So what you need?" Without hesitation he listed it out "Half a box of beers 8 glasses and 6 of that Rebel Special drink" I nodded reaching into my pocket pulling out my cigar box flipping it open toward him "Smoke?" He smirked took one and lit up I did the same letting the smoke roll into the air for a moment before heading to the bar grabbed the bottles one by one stacking them neatly making sure everything was right then carried them outside and placed them in his car He pulled out the cash smooth transaction no words needed just business handled he nodded at me gave a small grin before hopping back in his car engine humming low ready to roll out Another deal done another night at the Rebels’ Green BottleView Album 📷Activity #1📅 Date: 03/04/2025VIPView Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 17StoreRob: 2BankRob: 2Turf: 8Roleplay: 4Activity: 1 2 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 4 Posted April 4 2025-04-05StoreRob #1View Album 📷StoreRob #2View Album 📷Turf #1Turf #2Turf #3Turf #4📊 Total Activities: 6StoreRob: 2Turf: 4 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 5 Posted April 5 2025-04-06StoreRob #1View Album 📷StoreRob #2View Album 📷StoreRob #3View Album 📷StoreRob #4View Album 📷StoreRob #5View Album 📷Turf #1Activity #1Casino robView Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 7StoreRob: 5Turf: 1Activity: 1 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 6 Posted April 6 2025-04-07StoreRob #1View Album 📷BankRob #1BankRob #2Turf #1📅 Date: 4/6/2025Turf #2Turf #3Turf #4Turf #5Turf #6Turf #7Turf #8Event #1Type: 1st to bribe lws Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: PunisherView Album 📷Event #2Type: parachute on 35 Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: WicknessView Album 📷Event #3Type: kill the lws Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: drunkinloveView Album 📷Event #4Type: steal lws's bike Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: WicknessView Album 📷Event #5Type: chicken shooter Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: ThunderWingView Album 📷Event #6Type: Fallout Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: MiltingaryView Album 📷Event #7Type: Box all v all Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: BostonKingView Album 📷Event #8Type: Hide n Seek Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: LMCHOUMAView Album 📷Roleplay #1So I was just cruising on my bike, chilling, wind in my face, music in my ears… but I guess I was going a bit too fast. I glanced back and saw flashing lights—a cop was on my tail, signaling me to pull over. I figured no point in running yet, so I pulled over. He steps out, walks to his trunk for some reason—looked like he was grabbing something—and then comes over to me. He goes, “Do you know why I pulled you over?” I played it cool. “No, sir.” “You were speeding,” he says. I gave him a quick, “Sorry, sir,” trying to stay calm. He then asked for my papers, and as I reached for them, I quickly called my boy Jasper—luckily the rebels base wasn’t far. Told him I needed backup, fast. While I was pretending to fumble through my glovebox, stalling for time, the cop noticed my phone. He started getting suspicious… but right then, I heard it—rotors slicing through the air. Jasper pulled up with the heli like a scene outta a movie. No time to think. I shoved the cop back just enough to throw him off, grabbed my papers and my stuff, sprinted to the chopper, and jumped in. Doors closed, we lifted off—cop standing there dumbfounded, probably wondering what just happened. Clean escape. Rebel style. Jasper the MVP.View Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 20StoreRob: 1BankRob: 2Turf: 8Event: 8Roleplay: 1 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 7 Posted April 7 2025-04-08BankRob #1Turf #1📅 Date: 4/7/2025Turf #2Turf #3Roleplay #1while i was chilling leaning in the rebel bar my phone rang it was a private guy we deal with from time to time he told me there’s a high target a vip with a big price on his head i asked him how much he said 500,000$ and just hung up a few seconds later i got a message with the location and all the details i got up grabbed my keys headed straight to my burrito everything was ready in the back ropes bag and some tools i drove to the vip’s spot he was leaving a private villa with a driver and one bodyguard i waited for the right moment blocked the car in a side street threw a flash and dragged the vip out before anyone even reacted bag on his head tossed him in the back and drove off clean took him to an abandoned spot we use in the industrial zone tied him up sat in front of him watching him panic i didn’t care didn’t say a word started doing my thing ended him cold no second thoughts guy was a rat i don’t feel bad called the contact said it’s done he just replied “good” and hung up thirty minutes later boom 500k in my account before i left i checked the files he had on him turns out he was a major dealer working behind the scenes setting people up moving product with dirty cops now it all made sense i didn’t waste the body i contacted helvete told them i got a fresh one they sent a guy picked it up fast clean deal no questions asked got some extra cash from that too after that i drove back to the rebel base like nothing ever happened sat back at the bar lit a smoke as if it was just another normal night rebel secret service work done no guilt no noise just resultsView Album 📷Roleplay #2I was just doing my usual thing, changing oil on the rebel base’s helicopters and aircrafts, making sure everything was running smooth. It’s not glamorous, but someone’s gotta keep these birds in the air. I was checking the oil on one of the helis when I noticed something strange—smoke. Coming from one of the aircrafts in the hangar. I knew right away that it had overheated. Something was off, and the oil definitely needed changing. I didn’t waste a second. I ran straight to the oil storage down below, grabbed a fresh batch, and headed back to the aircraft. I could already see the engine cooling down. Got to work fast, drained the old oil, and poured in the fresh stuff. Smoke started clearing up, everything started looking good. But I wasn’t done. I took a quick walk to the helicopter, checked the oil there too—didn’t want any surprises later. Changed its oil, double-checked the system, and it was all good to go. Got back to the hangar, made sure everything was locked up, and that was it. Small job. Quick fix. But it’s those little things that keep the operation running.View Album 📷Roleplay #3I got a phone call from a big mafia leader, a deep voice on the other end. He said he wanted to meet me. No details, just meet him. Something felt off, but I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my bike, no backup, no one to cover my back, just me. I rode out to the casino he mentioned. The air felt tense, like I was walking into a trap, but I kept going. I smelled betrayal from the start. I pulled up, looked around—no one was there. I walked in, the whole place was empty, no sign of anyone. I started checking corners, moving through the casino, feeling more exposed with each step. Then I heard it—a sound I’ll never forget—the beep of a cop's phone. The unmistakable notification. I didn’t think twice. I bolted out, ran to my bike, fired it up, and got the hell out of there fast. No time to think, just action. Rode back to the base, heart pounding, but the questions stuck with me. Who called the cops? Why was I the target? Who was behind this move? Once I got to the base, I wasn’t gonna sit still. I grabbed my burner phone and started making calls, trying to track down who the hell wanted to fuck with me. Someone out there had a plan, and I was gonna figure it out—no matter how deep I had to go.View Album 📷Roleplay #4The rebel base was running low on essentials—fuel, oil, drugs, and beer. Without these supplies, our operations would grind to a halt. Taking matters into my own hands, I decided to handle the procurement personally, minimizing the risk of interference. First Stop: The Rebel Farm I fired up my truck, the engine rumbling to life, and set off toward the rebel farm—a known stash point for our illicit goods. The journey was uneventful, the road stretching out before me under the cover of night. Arriving at the farm, I parked discreetly and approached the hidden storage area—a dilapidated barn that had seen better days. Inside, concealed beneath loose floorboards, were barrels of our prized product. I loaded as many as I could into the truck, ensuring each barrel was securely fastened to prevent any spillage during transit. Second Stop: The Green Bottle Tavern With the truck now heavier, I navigated the familiar routes to the Green Bottle Tavern—a local watering hole that doubled as a distribution point for our operations. The tavern's backroom was often used to store cases of beer and other contraband. Inside, I found the crates labeled with our insignia. I carefully loaded them into the truck, taking note of any irregularities or signs of tampering. Trust was scarce, and every detail mattered. Return to Base The drive back to the base was tense, each passing vehicle a potential threat. I kept to the less-traveled paths, avoiding main roads where checkpoints were more likely. Upon arrival, I unloaded the truck, ensuring each item was stored in its designated location. The fuel and oil were secured in the storage tanks, the drugs hidden in their usual compartments, and the beer stocked in the fridge for morale. Reflection This operation, though routine, underscored the delicate balance we maintained. One misstep, one leak, and our entire network could be compromised. As I locked the storage doors, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching, waiting for us to falter. But for now, the base was supplied, and our mission continued.View Album 📷Roleplay #5I fire up the burrito and leave the base, the engine’s purr cutting through the still night air. The factory I’ve been eyeing for weeks now stands ahead, its shadowy form barely visible against the moonlit sky. I keep the speed steady, maneuvering through the streets with precision, my thoughts focused solely on the task ahead. The plan’s been in my head for days, but now, it’s all about execution. I pull up near the factory, parking the burrito just out of sight, where it’s most inconspicuous. I slip out, making sure not a single sound betrays my presence. The guards are predictable, and the security’s been mapped out. The denamet is within reach. I move quickly, grabbing the chemicals and carefully stashing them in the burrito’s trunk. Everything’s going according to plan. With my objective secured, I sprint back to the burrito, adrenaline kicking in. The engine roars as I shift into gear, burning rubber as I head back toward the base. The night feels tense, though—I know I’m not out of the woods yet.View Album 📷Roleplay #6The sun's setting as I slide into my gear, the weight of the mission heavy on my chest. A brother is locked up, and in the rebel cause, we don’t leave anyone behind. This is a scouting mission, but it’s the calm before the storm. I rev the engine of my bike, the roar barely a whisper in the quiet night. I weave through the city’s darkened streets, heading toward the prison. The tension builds as I approach the outskirts. I slow down, switching to stealth mode. No need to attract attention yet. I park the bike a few blocks away, hidden in the shadows. The prison looms ahead, a cold, imposing structure, but it’s not the walls that matter. It's what's inside. My brother’s in there, and I need to know how to get him out. I start my perimeter check, my eyes scanning every corner, every shadow. I can see the security cameras, their blinking red lights signaling their constant watch. I count them silently in my head, plotting their locations on an invisible map. The guards are a different story—there’s more of them than I expected. I count the officers standing at their posts, tracking their movements. Two near the main gate, three more by the secondary entrance. It's a lot for a small-scale operation like mine. I make sure to stay in the cover of darkness, keeping my distance as I gather the intel. Cameras, officers, their routines... I need to know everything before the real mission begins. Once I’ve gathered all the intel I need, I turn my bike around and head back to base. The ride back is quiet, the engine purring steadily beneath me. As I approach base, the weight of what’s next presses down on me. Arriving at base, I cut the engine and step off the bike, my mind already racing through the next steps. How can we minimize the risk? I think to myself. Do we need more men, or is it just about timing? The guards and cameras are more numerous than expected, but there’s a way in. There always is. I know it’ll be a delicate operation, but I’m determined. We’ll do this right. We have to.View Album 📷Roleplay #7The night was quiet as I returned to base, my thoughts still focused on the prison and the mission ahead. But fate had other plans. As I walked through the gates, I noticed an unfamiliar figure leaning against a weathered wall. He was an older man, his expression calm but distant, like someone caught between worlds. The more I looked at him, the more something felt familiar. It clicked. This wasn’t just anyone—this was an old officer who used to be with the rebels, part of the crew. We never left a brother behind, so I approached, my mind buzzing with questions. We exchanged a few words, and then he spoke up. “With all the knowledge of weapon smuggling, underground tobacco… I got an offer from the ATF,” he said, a faraway look in his eyes. “It was my way to get out of the criminal world. I needed to keep my family safe.” I couldn’t help but ask, “Why would you leave the crime side and the rebels? After everything we’ve been through?” He took a deep breath before answering. “Because I have federal protection now. My family can live an anonymous life. And if I die serving the San Andreas Government, there’s a pension plan, a money fund for them.” I nodded. It made sense, in a way. The law might protect him, but it was a dangerous game he played. “Don’t you think there are still a lot of gangs out there that will make your life worse, chasing you down?” He gave a slow nod, his eyes serious. “Yes, but with the protection I have, I can keep them away. My family’s safe, and that’s all I care about now.” I couldn’t help but admire his thinking. It was practical, even if it wasn’t the life I chose. “Great thinking,” I said, then pulled out a cigar and offered it to him. He took it, lighting it with a flick of his lighter. I watched him for a moment before asking, “So, how do you feel about the rebels now? What’s your take on us?” He puffed slowly on the cigar, his eyes clouded with memories. “To be honest, I don’t know any of them anymore. But I know you all are good guys. Back then, being part of the brotherhood, the club... it meant something. A lot of good memories.” He smiled, faintly. “I still have the bike, but I rarely use it anymore.” Curiosity piqued, I asked, “What was the name of your bike?” He chuckled, almost as if reminiscing about a long-lost friend. “I never gave it a personal name. It was just called the 'Freeway.' But you know what? I’ll show you it. I was just riding it here.” He motioned for me to follow. We walked over to where his bike was parked. The 'Freeway' was a machine of its own, its weathered frame telling stories of countless rides. I glanced at it and commented, “It looks awesome, but old. I noticed something in the engine though.” He shrugged, not worried. “It’s been a while since I’ve really ridden it. What do you think?” I took a closer look, spotting a few small issues in the engine. Without hesitation, I offered to help. I worked my hands on the parts, tightening a few screws, making some adjustments. When I finished, I handed him back the keys. He revved the engine, and it roared to life with more power than I expected. “Nice work,” he said, a grin crossing his face. “It’s running a lot better now.” “Well, you’ve still got it,” I said, stepping back. He nodded, tossing me a final glance. “Anyways, I gotta go. Thanks for the help.” He climbed onto the 'Freeway' and revved it one last time. The bike’s engine purred as he took off, disappearing into the night. “Good luck,” I muttered under my breath as he rode off. I watched until the sound of the bike faded, knowing that we had both walked different paths. But we were still brothers, no matter where life had taken us.View Album 📷Roleplay #8As I drove near the base, I heard the sound of a bike engine. I followed the noise and found a rebel bike hidden in a bush, marked with the rebel design. The bike was abandoned, covered in dirt, with scrapes and dents as if it had been left in a hurry. There were no tracks, just faint skidding tire marks. Something wasn’t right. I lifted the bike and tried calling the rider, but the phone went to voicemail. I knew something had gone wrong. I couldn't leave it like this. I called SWT. “I need you here now. Bring a van to pick up this bike,” I said. He showed up fast, skidding to a stop beside me. “What’s going on?” he asked, looking at the bike. “I’ll explain on the way,” I said, helping load the bike into his van. We jumped on our bikes and headed back to base. Once we got back, I parked the bike. “We’ll grab his ride later,” I said, trying to stay calm. I told SWT about the bike, the damage, and the strange silence. “Whoever was riding this is in trouble,” I said. SWT rubbed his chin. “We need to go back and check for more clues. Something’s off.” We agreed to head back later. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t just a random disappearance. It was personal now.View Album 📷Roleplay #9📅 Date: 4/7/2025I was chilling at the Rebels base when I overheard one of the bartenders from the Green Bottle say he had just brewed a fresh, new type of liquor. Since the Green Bottle belongs to the Rebels, I knew this could be a golden business opportunity. I grabbed my Burrito van and headed straight there. Before walking into the bar, I lit up a cigar—Rebels style—and stepped in to check out the new product. The guy handed me a bottle to test, and man, it was smooth—real top-shelf stuff. Without wasting time, I loaded 4 boxes of the liquor into the van. Two of my bodyguards rolled with me for security and to help with the drop. When we reached Alhambra, I stayed outside to handle the deal while the two bodyguards carefully carried the boxes inside. I pitched the new liquor to the staff—they tasted it and were impressed. We got into payment talk, settled the deal, and once I had the cash in my hand, I lit up another cigar, hopped in the van, and cruised back to base. Another clean and smooth hustle for the Rebels.View Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 13BankRob: 1Turf: 3Roleplay: 9 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 8 Posted April 8 2025-04-09Turf #1Turf #2Activity #1Bike raceView Album 📷Activity #2Casino RobberyView Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 4Turf: 2Activity: 2 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 9 Posted April 9 2025-04-10BankRob #1Turf #1Turf #2Turf #3Activity #1Helping Bank Rob B~BView Album 📷Activity #2Casino RobView Album 📷Activity #3helping bankrob RView Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 7BankRob: 1Turf: 3Activity: 3 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 10 Posted April 10 2025-04-11Turf #1Turf #2Turf #3Turf #4Event #1📅 Date: 4/11/2024Type: DESTRUCTION DERBY WITH KART Prize: $1000,000 Winner: O|LeonaView Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 5Turf: 4Event: 1 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 11 Posted April 11 2025-04-12BankRob #1Turf #1📊 Total Activities: 2BankRob: 1Turf: 1 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 12 Posted April 12 2025-04-13StoreRob #1View Album 📷BankRob #1BankRob #2Turf #1Activity #1Casino RobView Album 📷Activity #2Road Trip / VipView Album 📷Activity #3SR / VIPView Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 7StoreRob: 1BankRob: 2Turf: 1Activity: 3 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 13 Posted April 13 2025-04-14Turf #1Event #1Type: Prachute on 35 Prize: $1.000.000 Winner: SlapbobView Album 📷Event #2Type: Prachute on 35 Prize: $1.000.000 Winner: SprriwView Album 📷Event #3Type: Prachute on 35 Prize: $1.000.000 Winner: GlaydView Album 📷Event #4Type: Prachute on 35 Prize: $1.000.000 Winner: AngelView Album 📷Event #5Type: Prachute on 35 Prize: $1.000.000 Winner: MilitangaryView Album 📷Event #6Type: Prachute on 35 Prize: $1.000.000 Winner: M8NView Album 📷Event #7Type: Prachute on 35 Prize: $1.000.000 Winner: LMCHOUMAView Album 📷Event #8Type: Prachute on 35 Prize: $1.000.000 Winner: AngelView Album 📷Event #9Type: Prachute on 35 Prize: $1.000.000 Winner: Aoksi35View Album 📷Event #10Type: Prachute on 35 Prize: $1.000.000 Winner: GlaydView Album 📷Activity #1Helping SM BRView Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 12Turf: 1Event: 10Activity: 1 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 15 Posted April 15 2025-04-16Activity #1VIPView Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 1Activity: 1 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 16 Posted April 16 2025-04-17BankRob #1📊 Total Activities: 1BankRob: 1 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 17 Posted April 17 2025-04-18StoreRob #1View Album 📷BankRob #1📊 Total Activities: 2StoreRob: 1BankRob: 1 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 18 Posted April 18 2025-04-19StoreRob #1View Album 📷Turf #1📊 Total Activities: 2StoreRob: 1Turf: 1 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 19 Posted April 19 2025-04-20BankRob #1BankRob #2Roleplay #1📅 Date: 4/19/2025While I was cruising solo, chilling and driving around, an OG pulled my car over with two others. One of them said, "You better drive your car well." I replied, "Drive what?" and he responded, "Your crab car." I told him, "Or what?" Tension escalated quickly. I drew my gun on their boss, and immediately, they all pulled their weapons on me. Without hesitation, I slipped my other hand into my jeans to press the hidden panic button — a signal that alerts my nearby friends. Luckily, SWT and Bas were close by, working on a firefighting RP. As soon as they got the signal, they rushed over. The moment they arrived, I opened fire, and the group panicked, scrambled into their cars, hit a light pole while escaping, and fled the scene. After that, I regrouped and chilled with SWT and Bas.View Album 📷Activity #1Casino RobView Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 4BankRob: 2Roleplay: 1Activity: 1 Quote
RebelsMotorcycleClub Posted April 20 Posted April 20 2025-04-21StoreRob #1View Album 📷📊 Total Activities: 1StoreRob: 1 Quote
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