Today was the end, thought Gart. I am a man. So troubled I felt a little at home. Around and again, he fell. He always fell for women, forgetting they had their own agenda. They would destroy him every day. And really he consoled himself with the Bounty Hunter. He had him since his fifth gang fight and was very tired. Happy though he was, he was depressed in his heart.
Simply because everyone hated the Van Saar.
Van Saar are simply the most sophisticated and long term investors, he learnt at school, naturally gifted with shooting and technologies, it made things more difficult in a fight. Some were mean, some were cutthroat, some were relentless, others were never their and you felt like you needed them but did not know why. And some were wild and flexible. The temptations were everywhere. And depression kicked in. Why learnt to be anything, so he sat there with his wine. And cried.
Learning all this programming, all this technology, when I suppose those who had the fury of faith could outwit you. Everything seemed hopeless, and soon, all the boring things like guns and ammo. Straightforward counting and reading would be done. But the Emperor banned artificial intelligence, and that meant a crossroads for every Van Saar. One day you will be a man, and you will have to choose your right things. And ethics, philosophy, politics, economics, law and calisthenics made, the world go mad.
But these were the gifts of the learned, and really in a shoot out the Van Saar were very powerful. Like their deepest ally and enemy the House Of Iron the Orlocks. The Orlocks were good a shooting but also good at combat, and were beyond reproach and were the free people seen under the laws of industry. To be a smart mouth, or smart man with a beard, who could with a digital device, outwit many, was seen as heresy. Except by the House Van Saar with their spider emblem.
A spider the Van Saar, kept up with the times, kept up with the servo-net and was able to survive. Almost all comers and would produce and produce, with only a few. Hundreds, even thousands, and that was the brilliance. No cloning really but knowing how to stay on top of medicine, was needed by all. To make the little tinkering gizmos work, to be an engineer rather than someone who made an engine. Or even a road. Or even a building or even a trade an old or new one. Even a good coat so beautiful that the cloak had died. Was what the Van Saar was proud of. He read his manual, his guide his father gave him again. And wondered how many did he have like him.
Gang: Van Saar
Rating: CENSORED
Gang Leader: Vine Lucid Carapace Armour, Sword, Plasma Pistol M+1 S+1 Ld+1 Nerves Of Steel, Hurl Opponent
Gang Heavy: Bloomer Flamer
Ganger: Chootanina Shotgun S+1 T+1 Fixer
Ganger: Blown Shotgun Fast Shot Crack Shot Rapid Fire
Ganger: Bloat Bolt Pistol Bolt Pistol Hipshooting
Bounty Hunter: Dr Venom WS+1 +W2 Nerves Of Steel
Simply because everyone hated the Van Saar.
Van Saar are simply the most sophisticated and long term investors, he learnt at school, naturally gifted with shooting and technologies, it made things more difficult in a fight. Some were mean, some were cutthroat, some were relentless, others were never their and you felt like you needed them but did not know why. And some were wild and flexible. The temptations were everywhere. And depression kicked in. Why learnt to be anything, so he sat there with his wine. And cried.
Learning all this programming, all this technology, when I suppose those who had the fury of faith could outwit you. Everything seemed hopeless, and soon, all the boring things like guns and ammo. Straightforward counting and reading would be done. But the Emperor banned artificial intelligence, and that meant a crossroads for every Van Saar. One day you will be a man, and you will have to choose your right things. And ethics, philosophy, politics, economics, law and calisthenics made, the world go mad.
But these were the gifts of the learned, and really in a shoot out the Van Saar were very powerful. Like their deepest ally and enemy the House Of Iron the Orlocks. The Orlocks were good a shooting but also good at combat, and were beyond reproach and were the free people seen under the laws of industry. To be a smart mouth, or smart man with a beard, who could with a digital device, outwit many, was seen as heresy. Except by the House Van Saar with their spider emblem.
A spider the Van Saar, kept up with the times, kept up with the servo-net and was able to survive. Almost all comers and would produce and produce, with only a few. Hundreds, even thousands, and that was the brilliance. No cloning really but knowing how to stay on top of medicine, was needed by all. To make the little tinkering gizmos work, to be an engineer rather than someone who made an engine. Or even a road. Or even a building or even a trade an old or new one. Even a good coat so beautiful that the cloak had died. Was what the Van Saar was proud of. He read his manual, his guide his father gave him again. And wondered how many did he have like him.
Gang: Van Saar
Rating: CENSORED
Gang Leader: Vine Lucid Carapace Armour, Sword, Plasma Pistol M+1 S+1 Ld+1 Nerves Of Steel, Hurl Opponent
Gang Heavy: Bloomer Flamer
Ganger: Chootanina Shotgun S+1 T+1 Fixer
Ganger: Blown Shotgun Fast Shot Crack Shot Rapid Fire
Ganger: Bloat Bolt Pistol Bolt Pistol Hipshooting
Bounty Hunter: Dr Venom WS+1 +W2 Nerves Of Steel