Sinners Post, the collection of wrecked ships shot down by the Eye Of Selene and the communities that existed by looting and cannibalising their remains, lay spread out on the plains beneath a nameless ridge of ash dunes.
Folk had said this place was gone. Destroyed by the insane mutie cult known as the Choir Gesalt in an inferno of burning green fire as they detonated some wrecked pirate cruiser's plasma core at the moment their grip on the settlement seemed about to be loosened by an alliance of Orlocks and Van Saars. Destroyed they said. So much so that the Slave Guild and Coin Guild had pulled out saying their was no profit there anymore. The Cannibal freaks were gone as were the mutants, and what ever Goliaths, Orlocks and Van Saars had made it out had high tailed it back to their hives. Destroyed.
And yet there it was beneath him.
Dutch, smiled to himself.
Destroyed. No one told the PDF Gunners on the Eye Of Selene that they had to stop shooting down illegal or unidentified craft. No one told the cold traders, slavers, gun runners, deserters, pirates and other void scum they had to stop running under the eye either. Dutch had it on good authority that it was only four days after the Gesalt blew the place to hell that a Cold Trader carrying untaxed food and water supplies was shot down and crashed right plum in the centre of ground zero.
And at that point Sinners Post's resurrection began.
His Wild Dueces waited behind him. They'd been camping on this ridge for two days, while he had sent two of his men and his renegade nomad scout into the area to scout it out. He had seen ramshackle huts built on to the side of the larger wrecks, and at night could see the lights from the various groups that had already moved back in. What he didn't know was who they are and what they were doing, and Dutch liked to know what he was going to be getting in to.
"Boss, scouts coming back. You viddy?"
"I viddy, Cutter and Baby John" Dutch looked down as saw the two Orlocks help each other up the steep banks of the dune.
"No sign of Krysa... the vonny ash-monkey.. you reckon he's mert?" Ryle, his Road Sergeant, made no bones about his contempt for the Ash Nomads.
"Mert? Mayhaps, but bolted more like, or found hisen a new job"
Ajax, the gangs Arms Master chuckled.
"That feigling. No one else would be dumb enough to trust him"
"Your alive! Good to see. What's the raskazz?" He called out to them as they crested the ridge line and walked towards Dutch and the rest of the Wild Deuces.
Cutter nodded, but Baby John spoke up first.
"Mixed bag. Tons of loot. Lots goin on. Its rougher than before, no laws. Slike the slum towns only wi less lewdies and more creds"
"Truth boss" added Cutter, "saw Narco-smugglers, some bullet farmers, hive smugglers. Fancy there are plenty down there with creds to buy shooters"
"Good. Seen any evidence of other gangs?"
"Saw an Escher... looked like she was as high a fething orbital satellite though. Trying to shift some chems. God knows if she is with a crew"
"I heard Goliaths. Not many, just one skulking about a few days back.. big mook was trying to act all covert and what but was clocked by at least 15 people and figured for a roid-boy. Figure he was a scout like we were... only thick as sump sludge"
Baby John frowned.. " I did... lublully.. with a narco soomka, she said her crew was all upping sticks and moving south as some hard techies had got her crew well spoogy. Krysa went to go viddy. Never came back."
Dutch grimaced. Goliaths, Escher and maybe Van Saar.
"Was that it?"
"Well. Some escaped slaves are setting up in one of the wrecks. But they are keeping out of every lewdies way so far. Also, theres this weird fud called Balrog, wandering about preaching load of cheepooka bout some "new way" or some gummage. No one pays him much mind.. but he has a small band holed up somewhere who treat him like a lord or some such. And I am not sure, but fancied I viddied a couple of guys in Orlock cuts.. but a crew I've not viddied afore"
Dutch frowned. He had hoped the Wild Deuces would be amongst the first to get back in there and could gobble up the whole pie before anyone else tried for a slice... and before the bronze tried to move in. He'd seen them himself, failing miserably at hiding on the other side of the settlement. No doubt they were going to try and clean the place up.
The frown slowly turned into a smile hidden under his rebreather"
"Good job boys. Mount up. Lets let the lewdies know the Wild Deuces are takin over!"
"I knew he was mert!" called Ryle over the sound of the engines.
Folk had said this place was gone. Destroyed by the insane mutie cult known as the Choir Gesalt in an inferno of burning green fire as they detonated some wrecked pirate cruiser's plasma core at the moment their grip on the settlement seemed about to be loosened by an alliance of Orlocks and Van Saars. Destroyed they said. So much so that the Slave Guild and Coin Guild had pulled out saying their was no profit there anymore. The Cannibal freaks were gone as were the mutants, and what ever Goliaths, Orlocks and Van Saars had made it out had high tailed it back to their hives. Destroyed.
And yet there it was beneath him.
Dutch, smiled to himself.
Destroyed. No one told the PDF Gunners on the Eye Of Selene that they had to stop shooting down illegal or unidentified craft. No one told the cold traders, slavers, gun runners, deserters, pirates and other void scum they had to stop running under the eye either. Dutch had it on good authority that it was only four days after the Gesalt blew the place to hell that a Cold Trader carrying untaxed food and water supplies was shot down and crashed right plum in the centre of ground zero.
And at that point Sinners Post's resurrection began.
His Wild Dueces waited behind him. They'd been camping on this ridge for two days, while he had sent two of his men and his renegade nomad scout into the area to scout it out. He had seen ramshackle huts built on to the side of the larger wrecks, and at night could see the lights from the various groups that had already moved back in. What he didn't know was who they are and what they were doing, and Dutch liked to know what he was going to be getting in to.
"Boss, scouts coming back. You viddy?"
"I viddy, Cutter and Baby John" Dutch looked down as saw the two Orlocks help each other up the steep banks of the dune.
"No sign of Krysa... the vonny ash-monkey.. you reckon he's mert?" Ryle, his Road Sergeant, made no bones about his contempt for the Ash Nomads.
"Mert? Mayhaps, but bolted more like, or found hisen a new job"
Ajax, the gangs Arms Master chuckled.
"That feigling. No one else would be dumb enough to trust him"
"Your alive! Good to see. What's the raskazz?" He called out to them as they crested the ridge line and walked towards Dutch and the rest of the Wild Deuces.
Cutter nodded, but Baby John spoke up first.
"Mixed bag. Tons of loot. Lots goin on. Its rougher than before, no laws. Slike the slum towns only wi less lewdies and more creds"
"Truth boss" added Cutter, "saw Narco-smugglers, some bullet farmers, hive smugglers. Fancy there are plenty down there with creds to buy shooters"
"Good. Seen any evidence of other gangs?"
"Saw an Escher... looked like she was as high a fething orbital satellite though. Trying to shift some chems. God knows if she is with a crew"
"I heard Goliaths. Not many, just one skulking about a few days back.. big mook was trying to act all covert and what but was clocked by at least 15 people and figured for a roid-boy. Figure he was a scout like we were... only thick as sump sludge"
Baby John frowned.. " I did... lublully.. with a narco soomka, she said her crew was all upping sticks and moving south as some hard techies had got her crew well spoogy. Krysa went to go viddy. Never came back."
Dutch grimaced. Goliaths, Escher and maybe Van Saar.
"Was that it?"
"Well. Some escaped slaves are setting up in one of the wrecks. But they are keeping out of every lewdies way so far. Also, theres this weird fud called Balrog, wandering about preaching load of cheepooka bout some "new way" or some gummage. No one pays him much mind.. but he has a small band holed up somewhere who treat him like a lord or some such. And I am not sure, but fancied I viddied a couple of guys in Orlock cuts.. but a crew I've not viddied afore"
Dutch frowned. He had hoped the Wild Deuces would be amongst the first to get back in there and could gobble up the whole pie before anyone else tried for a slice... and before the bronze tried to move in. He'd seen them himself, failing miserably at hiding on the other side of the settlement. No doubt they were going to try and clean the place up.
The frown slowly turned into a smile hidden under his rebreather"
"Good job boys. Mount up. Lets let the lewdies know the Wild Deuces are takin over!"
"I knew he was mert!" called Ryle over the sound of the engines.
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