Elmer Hoofstrike

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(From the N17 - Orlocks, Gang War 2 and more thread)

Intro: Fiction is in rest of thread., this is just to let you know what started the story;;;;

PVA or wood glue same difference, should work well but takes a fair while to dry.
Wood glue is stronger, and usually a little yellow. White glue will clean up with water easier than wood glue. I would use the white, very sparingly, maybe thinned with water to drift the glue into the edge of the paper a little more. Then after dry a full thickness coat, again applied sparingly. wait a day between coats. Look for a mix that states "no discoloration" if you can. Elmer's I like. Cool name. Elmer Hoofstrike, juve in my Cawdor gang. :D He is good at pilfering cuz of his sticky fingers. Does it really come from horse hoove's?
 
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Elmer crept down the spacious cavern, looking for the tell-tale skull that pointed to the right tunnel. He spotted pieces of a jawbone and took the turn. What a mistake, it must have been a decoy. First he spotted the ripperjack and clobbered it with his mace. As it hissed in death Elmer cut it up and stashed the meat, and decided to drag the carcass with him. Sorry for a dinner, but it was all there was except the effluent stained fungus in this tunnel. He backed out and continued down the cavern. He felt exposed and kept his mace across his shoulders, waiting and hoping to find the skull soon. After way too long he spotted it. He kicked it out of the way and replaced it with the ripper jack's skeleton. Next guy should find the wrong tunnel too. Heh, I'm a pisser no? This tunnel was damp, and some of the serpentine vermin around the edges assured him no ripper jacks were here, he just couldn't rest until beyond this mess. There was Siegfried's carcass, poor sap. Moldo had told him he would find him. No pickins left, Moldo had got them. Nice knife he got, stuck Exbang with it when he caught him cheating at dice, they were game dice no less. Exbang had been loading them, he shouldn't have used a different color.... Elmer came to the rusty door. Not good, something smelled bad and its stench was drifting through the gaps in the corroded metal. Something that smelled alive. As long as the air continued in this direction...damn, too late. The door took a hit and two tentacles snaked through the missing window,,,one had a stinger that grazed his ear. He went deaf in that side immediately and blind in that eye right after. He staggered back out of reach as the door took another hit,,,, damn he had to listen to the story in the hole yesterday...and blackness came.
 
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Elmer crept down the spacious cavern, looking for the tell-tale skull that points to the right tunnel. He spotted pieces of a jaw and took the turn. What a mistake, it must have been a decoy. First he spotted the ripperjack and clobbered it with his mace. As it hissed in death Elmer cut it up and stashed the meat, and decided to drag the carcass. Sorry dinner, but it was all there was but excrement stained fungus in this tunnel. He backed out and continued down the cavern. He felt exposed and kept his mace across his shoulders, waiting and hoping to find the skull soon. After too long he spotted it. He kicked it out of the way and replaced it with the ripper jack skeleton. Next guy should find the wrong tunnel too. Heh. This tunnel was damp, and some of the serpentine vermin assured him no ripper jacks were here, he just couldn't rest until beyond this mess. There was Siegfried's carcass. Moldo had told him he would find him. No pickins, Moldo got them. Nice knife he got, stuck Exbang with it when he caught him cheating at dice, game dice no less. Exbang had been loading his dice. Shouldn't have used a different color.... Elmer came to the rusty door. Not good, something smelled drifting through the gaps in the corroded metal. Something that smelled alive. As long as the air continued in this direction...too late. Door took a hit and two tentacles snaked through the missing window,,,one had a stinger that grazed his ear. He went deaf in that side immediately and blind in that eye right after. He staggered back out of reach as the door took another hit,,,, damn he had to listen to the story in the hole yesterday...and blackness came.
love it.
 

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Moldo slipped on a bit if spinal cord from some critter. A short while later he came upon a sight. Slick grey-pink tentacles reaching through a window and Elmer reeling back. Moldo grabbed the bouncing mace out of the air and drove the main spike into the meat of the more wicked looking appendage coming through the window. The beast howled and pulled back, knocking the mace out of its flesh on the window frame as it drew through. Moldo worked fast. He drained his bladder on a pad of medi fungus from his pack and slapped it on the side of Elmer's head. Then he slumped to rest and waited to see if Elmer would pull through...
 
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As the numbness wore off, pain set it. Shooting, through his eye to his neck. Moldo. Must have followed Elmer all the way from the gang hole. Where was he? His slime and gore covered mace was nearby, he could reach if fast if needed. Now he just wanted to breath...darkness again...

As he finished blocking the window in the crumbling door Moldo heard Elmer stir, but when he looked he was deep under again. Easy game for the critters if he left him alone. Two hours later the twitching set in and Moldo had to moved sharp debris away from him. A half hour and several bruises later Elmer sat up and gauged his rescuer. "This will cost me" he thought, although maybe a partner on this quest is a good idea. Moldo said "rest, there is more trouble ahead, the Whicked Femorae, Eschers from two domes over had been dogging you". "They have a camp two days down this tunnel,with two scouts, one ahead and one behind, although their ammo is low cuz I nabbed it...hah." Elmer noticed Moldo had helped himself to the ripperjack flesh, he could smell the sulphur as the meat cooked. The best was was to leave it on the spit until dried and hard, then gnaw on it as you traveled. Only one up from boiled slime really.

It didn't take long for the two to start moving, it wasn't wise to hang in one place too long. Elmer had planned on setting up camp for a day, but the nasty tentacled sump critter had taken the only defensible spot for a long way. They could hear the sump critter trying to get through the door, and several rodent like serpents were snooping where they had been...good riddance. They saw signs of one of the scouts, but Elmer couldn't see anything that would mean an Escher gang was around, unless they were travelling in the main tunnel, which also means they had big backing. It was time for his Brewbelly gang of the Cawdor's to establish their dominance! Moldo and Elmer took the time to find a traverse tunnel and move into the main one, and then sent word for reinforcements. With the extra ammo Moldo had, the rest of the gang would find the proposition attractive. Maybe even the Schmoeken, unpredictable Redemptionists as they may be, might give them some support. This really would feel a lot better if the rest of the boys were already on board. Shortly, as the day ended they stepped into a alcove that a mutant rat had mistakenly taken as it's spot, and decided to rest there with the fresh meat. Elmer's head was still swollen, he ate some of the medifungus and flopped to sleep, damn. Moldo propped up a metal plate over the entrance and swallowed a booster so he could stay alert while he slept... dawn came too soon with the ricochete of three rounds against the makeshift door and curses spat out by a female in the tunnel followed by promises of righteous retribution for past offenses. One of the Esher scouts had decided to camp in the dangerous main tunnel rather than lose their trail and she was now fending off, from the sound of it, a whole pack of the mutant rats. Moldo considered helping her, but remembered there would be at least one battle in the future, and the fewer of them the better. No luck, she had 5 dead rats with three shots. Oh oh oh oh,,, she's good. Moldo shoved Elmer and hunkered down while making sure his clip was full...so much for the extra ammo.
 
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One of the Esher scouts had decided to camp in dangerous tunnel rather than lose their trail and she was now fending of, from the sound of it, a whole pack of the mutant rats. Moldo considered helping her, but remembered there would be at least one battle in the future and the fewer of them the better. No luck, she had 5 dead rats with three shots. Oh oh,, she's good. Moldo shoved Elmer and hunkered down while making sure his clip was full...
4th or 5th in the series.

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One dum dum in his clip. This is bad. That second turf war two months ago had drained his gang's reserves, it disrupted communication lines and Skanko, the leader, lost his connection. All of us seemed to lose interest in the need for special ammo. To death it is attributed to, but not his. Elmer had a las pistol and knives as you can imagine. Between them three grenades, a frag, a smoke, and one he couldn't identify. Hmm. The Escher had backed off, not knowing where they were exactly. Or she knew exactly. Damn. Damn. They were trapped, bad place to have stayed (as they all seemed to be) and so decided to lead with the smoke grenade and a few suppression shots, and then head for the hills fast. Or down-tunnel anyway. Flick, pull, wait, toss. Run. Shite! Turn and run uptunnel...ow...dive man! Elmer and Moldo landed behind a shaky pile of debris with only a small lasburn on Elmer, all the bad luck, and a nasty puncture for Moldos' calf. He would limp awhile. Elmer readied the frag and listened. Distant steps. "Didn't want us to go down the tunnel" said Elmer. "Which is why we go" replied Moldo. "Must be something worth fighting for, but couldn't defend. Elmer blanched and said reinforcements were a good idea. "They are on the way, just one day behind us". Elmer's deception had been fragile, and he was had. Guys in his situation were usually assigned as point man, and now was no exception. Moldo had treated his leg, and found a makeshift crutch. "Lets wait Moldo, at least till the guys get a bit closer. You won't be good in a fight for awhile," the Esher's attack had worked. Moldo dragged on a few steps, then agreed, after they could find a better place of course.

Hours later....
 
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Elmer envied Moldo. Moldo was able to use the medi-pak that he had made himself. Always desirable. His limp was fading and a likely spot appeared ahead. A few underhivers, but not too many. All together they would make a defensible group. Till the rest of the Brewbelly's showed up. Not many of them would remain "new friends" and would then become "equipment donors". Pthaw. Nobody near seemed to mind their "not to close" presence and they reclined to rest. Moldo's stim use was backfiring and he became totally listless. Elmer figured to stuck to him like glue in repayment for saving him from the stinging tentacled thing. Or so he would say. He really began sizing up their neighbor's baggage, so he could nab the best when the gang showed. And they were all eating better than his rock hard ripperjack, they had found a nest of mutant rats, fat ones to. What did he have to offer? He eyed Moldo's pack...best not think like that. Nothing he could do without. He leaned back with his laspistol close, offer them services? That kind of arrangement would let them know which family he belonged to. Less popular than the Eshers they were. He decided to play it safe and hungry for now. Moldo needed to get a grip. Elmer propped Moldo up, facing the nearby campers. Maybe in a pinch he would respond.

Elmer started up his handy MacGuyhiver (he assumed it was Goliath, but he wasn't sure) hand driven laspak charger and settled for the three hour task,,,if it only took a full charge. Some reliable laspistol, the paks were hard to get recently. The Voysleet of Van Saar were snaking them all, some big gun they were building. Damn. Damn. Damdamn. After the hours of cranking his MacGuyhiver, he drifted off to sleep. Moldo had recovered a bit.

Dawn came, Elmer woke to the glare of a weak laspistol, the gang was waking him from a distance. He kicked Moldo and beckoned the BBs to act. Time to start before they get wise. He found the crappy pack he spotter earlier and put a las-shot between the unsuspecting hiver's eyes. Gamer down, game on.
 

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Moldo woke with a painful start. Elmer's foot had hit him in the small of the back, and he could hear the hiss of his laspistol. Damn him, I could have used a minute here... The gang approaching worked like clockwork, splitting into three pairs to go around Elmer and Moldo letting them hold the center. One pair left, one right, and one up. The left flank didn't fare well right off the bat with a booby trap knocking Oncho down, maybe dead. Oncho's partner let a heavy stubber clip go into one camp, out, and through into the next. Most of the slumbering misfits had scattered, but Elmer noticed the shabby pack was on the move toward a dim tunnel. "Moldo!" he said, beckoning in that direction and slapping his cash stash. Moldo got the idea and started to roll over into a service channel to advance. Elmer laid down laspistol fire and even spared two autopistol shots before he dashed on ahead leaping over the service channel before landing behind a bulkhead. Moldo took the cue and tossed their frag grenade ahead and winced. Fooomm! Elmer rounded the bulkead and sprinted after the backpack carrying hiver. Moldo vaulted out and followed laying down some lasfire as he ran stooping over. The two on the right flank, Haenzel and Jreatael, spotted Elmer and Moldo's target and put two hand flamers into action in front of the fleeing ganger. Elmer put his right foot up on a ledge and vaulted up and with a flip planted a long blade into the unfortunate soul's skull. Landing before the backpack Elmer snatched it and headed back toward the channel. Time for the boys to drive off their panicked neighbors.....
 
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Elmer didn't make the channel before feeling the slug hitting his thigh. He landed hard, his cheek catching a corroded door brace on the way down. He fell headlong into the channel landing on his outstretched hand. Stunned and blinded by pain Elmer decided not to move anymore... Moldo saw his fellow ganger take the hit and disappear over the edge with the shabby pack Not a bad idea seeing as it was them eight (Oncho had dragged himself over to the channel and had rolled in) versus at least a dozen of the other hivers still left alive. He made it into the channel without drawing fire, and sized up the situation, Elmer down with Oncho treating both of their wounds. Time for the remaining "mystery grenade"? Too many of the boys nearby. Might be bad.
Haenzel and Jreatael stepped in with the two hand flamers again, and then a barrage of knives that scattered all of the remaining, and again still living, hivers off to the downhive tunnels. The Brewbellys had taken seven of the hivers down and out. Elmer and Moldo had snagged their stash, and all told the gang acquired a lasgun, three power packs, seventeen knives and a wheeled cart of various items, including a sealed canister. Score. They treated their wounds (Elmer's cheek was gone and was gonna hurt a long long time), packed up their belongings, and headed out after scouting the immediate area. Too bad they didn't have breakfast cooking....
The Eshers were nowhere to be seen, maybe eight Cawdor gangers had sent them scurrying to warn their compatriots guarding their target. Gonna be a bang bang here before too long. Another day and a half. They made slow progress down the main corridor, but their being present in numbers it was safe from attack, and no pitfalls like in the tunnels. A day and a half in the tunnels would have taken one of them out of action.
Besides, there was an old guru along the main here, a gnomish fellow by the name of Yoga. Yoga had an apprentice, Yogurt, that personally attended to his needs and managed his worldly items. Yoga and Yogurt were psykers, illegal to be alive, but of a harmless variety. Mind readers and fortune tellers. Good in a pinch for help with interrogation. Not good for the captive. They weren't enemies of the Imperium, but the local governors had decided that their particular mutation was unacceptable and had put a bounty on their head. But, with no Eshers in their custody, no interrogation. It would be good to leave a gift of goodwill. Besides, if it was accepted, it would be good to keep tabs on the mutant's whereabouts in preparation for the next purging....
 
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Moldo and Oncho, being slower, brought up the rear. The rest of the gang cleared hazards and they could focus on simply moving. And keeping an eye behind them. Oncho had one of the fresh power packs, it was a good one, should last several fights, or maybe just one. Heh. The floor was littered with fractured ferro-glass shards. He wondered what could have broke whatever it was, there was a story to be told here. He picked up the shards as he could stash them, a fine knife, or if joined in a rather prickly and nasty blade-a sword of sorts. A short distance down a gangway they approached the rest of the gang. They had gathered at the edge of a rank looking and smelling sump. A large bubble slowly appeared and popped. Nothing coming then. Good. The moved along the edge, single file on a narrow gangway. Elmer twitched, wondering if the slimy pink stinging tentacled thing lived in this sump, or its friends. It was quiet for a reason. All of the Cawdors at the sump had realized quickly that any noise would draw at least one predator. The gangway tilted and they gripped the overhead piping or backed up, oh-oh. They quickly continued ahead hand over hand one at a time, creaking and falling debris sure to bring trouble. The portal off of the gangway was about a hundred steps ahead, and the sump surged up. Four fingers up. Time to move so they abandoned caution and sprinted... too bad for our juve. A knobbly claw had raked the gangway's decrepit railing and snagged Peipsluk. He was still hollering but was out of sight off into the waist deep muck and gloom. Then a bang and a loud hissing came forth and Peipsluk came rolling, skipping really, across the sump, slamming into the railway. Haenzel had reached over and pulled him in,,,shaken but more or less intact. A rather dangerous looking stranger came on stilts across the sump, climbing onto the gangway,,,ahead of the gang, smart man. He would want payment. A bounty hunter Elmer guessed, and he had used a krak grenade on that beast, and figured he could make us buy him another one.... Elmer tried to salvage more than their juve. "Thanks for the lucky assistance!", he hoped he got the hint that he knew the bounty hunter would have let him die, except he was hunting the beast anyway. "I hope it's nest yields you well, let's leave this sump and have some eats?". "Perhaps you can join us, we have a rich goal ahead". The bounty hunter replied "I am Benstaiek, come on out Snaik". A ratskin approached from behind the hunter. This was looking better. The sump was a death trap, and these two could see them through it. "We want all what you took from those poor chumps back there". The boys started to look restless...Elmer was worried and held out his downturned hands..."hold on" he said, spittle running out his ruined cheek.....
 
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Elmer knew a shootout would end badly for both sides. WE earned that scrape fair and square and everyone here is backing me up on that. Stiltman swung his gun his way but dropped it toward his knees instead. Nice. "We need through the sump, it's personal and profitable. We have your back if you lead the way?" Stiltman replied "When you get light with no power relays, I will need payment or you will die poorly here." Elmer looked at his unhappy gang and knew it would be a losing proposition. "No thanks", said Elmer with his toungue sliding out of his cheek. It worked. The disturbed Bounty Hunter and his ratskin charge melted away without a sound leaving a startled gang behind. "Peipsluk, Hanzel, perimeter!" The two circled scanning for threats. Oncho found a sniping position, and the gang huddled. Elmer instructed the gang, with nods from Moldo and Oncho that the next time the Bounty Hunter appeared, shoot him. Spare the ratskin, he will sign on soon after....
 
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They crept along the gangway slower now, and spread out. The bounty hunter Benstaiek had shown a fondness for grenades, a frag would take them all out... After they cleared the sump Elmer was looking forward to the high wastelands, the James Plateau. Maybe just as dangerous, but the ground could be relied upon. An hour later, Hanzel cried out and whipped a young mutant rat off of a pipe, and slid it into his lunch bag. The noise had alerted a hostile scout ahead and an avalanche of debris rained upon them from a group of ratskins, Snaek had some support apparently. Orange goo splashed on Hanzel, and in a bad way it dissolved his abdomen, sending him over the rail to his doom in the sump. Can't beat fate apparently...at least it was fast. Las-fire from the gang laced upward scattering the ratskins. One by one the gang scaled up, a higher gangway was now tempting them up. Another trap? thought Elmer...
 
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Elmer reflected on this particular part of the hive. It was a funnel formed when two large domes met the outside wall of the hive. Generally filled with the promethium sprawl, air purification tower-ducts, and now hab blocks, trading posts, saloons, bionic houses, sump mines, and fighting arenas, the cavity was host to several large settlements and a string of dangerous out-holes that could take four or five days to traverse. A lot of vertical space as well as breadth here rather than a simple flat-ish dome floor. This journey to the sump, perhaps it would fair better to travel laterally higher up, at least for a day....

Corroded gangways were lit with blinking lasgun fire then a flash-bang grenade from above. And a musket (Ratskins? thought Elmer.). Elmer returned to the present and took cover, the effluent was hitting the fan.
 
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The firefight subsided with no losses, and as the gang climbed Elmer could see in the distant gloom, "Valoischwanstein Slide", a colony with a history of Zombie threats. It hung on the side of the dome wall, three days above what could be called a floor, with the sump below that. Most of the buildings were attached firmly sort of to the the dome wall, and supported with massive buttresses were the service towers where underhivers could buy air, waterish stuff, corpse starch, and someone with a knife to watch them sleep.
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Elmer decided to approach from the top, avoiding the green fungi encased sump mine at the opposite end of the outpost, View media item 23801scavvykind if you asked him, and nobody would. The melted toward the settlment with the ratskins fading away in the face of the settlement.
 
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After bribing a scum that had been paid to scream when an outlander killed him, Elmer and the gang moved silently along a suspended gangway, the paint over the rust crunching for the millionth time. They opened the gang's purse and refilled their supplies under an electric light, not a flame. View media item 22056This would be interesting. The moved toward the shops area of the colony, hoping for easier accomodations.View media item 23805Multicolored grease slid down the walls, keeping the directions they could be approached to a minimum. More rest. They avoided a scavvy roasted offering...View media item 23457 but the general entertained mood drifted over. Easy pickings. Elmer settled the gang and instructed them to make noise and hoop it up. He grabbed Moldo and MacGlueyver and slid to the ladder and climbed for half an hour. Elmer's hands were sticky with glue and grease from the shops here, it gave him an idea...
 
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The situation for the Cawdors just got worse.View media item 22025Goliaths! They to had spotted the celebrations and wanted a piece, not of the action, but of the hapless scum in attendance. Elmer when to his compatriot, MacGlueyver, and said, open your bag of tricks View media item 22052 and figure out how to solve this dilemma!? MacGlueyver scraped the mixture off of Elmers self, and loaded it into a makeshift squirt launcher, View media item 22292. The first shot smacked the Golaith, Smarticus, right on his spiked collar, causing his heavy bolter to discharge and destroy the gangway's supports, sending the first three Goliaths downward to the service tower top 15 inches below them. Quite a hit, surely some would be out of their threat range... Not only did the gang take a loss of 3 gangers, the approach for hundreds of feet was gone. The Goliaths were forced out, and hit the snakeskin bottle hard, for they were also at the loss of significant cred due to the lack of finishing painted touches on their wargear. Heads hung in shame the Goliaths backed away dragged the now quite crusty Smarticus behind them, his head clunking up the stairs as they fled.
Elmer sheltered in place and motioned to the other two to get down. Nice job MacGlueyver.
 
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Of all the buildings clinging to the side of the dome wall, the shops complex had the largest opening through from The Funnel into the dome itself. A Goliath factory discharge pipe blew particularly nasty and boiling hot waste down past the shops building. Those in Valoischwanstien Slide knew that if sump juice, yes, sump juice, were thrown into the falling waste, valuable products could be snagged as the whole mess flew down the interior section of the building. Elmer decided to avoid this overly toxic environment, and moved west out of the building with the grimy and gluey gang trailing.

Elmer and Moldo conferred, and decided the Scavvy roast was in the Hab block at the end of the town, and would be the safest way to go. Where is that wildsnake? The gangway creaked, they were out over the abyss now, one slip and you would never hit bottom it was said, but you would bounce off things on the way....
 

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The Cawdors approached along the long and shoddily, yes shoddily, built gangway and hunkered down close to the hab block on a support platform. Scavvys had driven four or five zombies into the area and it seemed like a good idea to let the the celebrants already there take care of them before Elmer and the crew joined the crackin-good celebration. Elmer couldn't figure out how, or why, the Golaiths would try to attack them. He looked around, and wouldn't you know it, two Goliath juves let a hapless underhive scum occupy the zombies while they both emptied their stub pistols into the zombies, one after another. The scum, infected now of course, had also to swallow a dum-dum round after they had despatched the zombies. Finally the Brewbellies could enter the hab block after paying the entrance fee. MacGlueyver had a way of getting their creds back, Elmer handed him the funds and they approached the crowd down the last third of the gangway.

The crowd was relatively subdued, Elmer guessed it was chaperoned by one of the stronger gangs in the area. How to find out more....

MacGlueyver paid the fees, after the gang had entered. That was odd, unusually trusting. Too many scum here. Hungry to, ready to stab anyone in the back for a foetid starchslab. The word went around to avoid the roasted meat at the end of the chain of chambers, it was not our type. Apparently is was not the Goliath's either as the two juves had been joined by a rather surley looking ganger and were having a route in the roasting chamber. Both the feast, two cooks, and the money changer were being hurled over the railing into the abyss. Poor place to choose for a kitchen. The ganger looked sickeningly satisfied, grabed the money purse and departed. The juves looked proud and were spoiling for more. Elmer knew the stakes were high here, entrance fees, and now this spare cash bag. He hoped they weren't recognized as responsible for the three Goliaths that had pitched into the abyss. Pull the trigger now?...

The surley ganger had returned for the entrance fee cashbox, which was clearly marked with the Goliath emblem. Then the three large fighters were gone, and a fourth could be seen following them. With a grenade launcher. Discreet inquiries revealed the surly ganger was Staffin' Swatgar, more than a brute fighter, but one that had been trained uphive. Even after doubling in size due to a diet of bulking drugs and mutant rats, this bruising fighter was a significant actor in the Goliath gang. Elmer sent Haenzel and Jreatael following them with instructions to meet them back three floors down on the gangway's platform in the morning, such as there was at that time of the day here.

The bash was uneventful after the premature departure of the cash. The gang filtered back to the platform and clambered down three floors. After picking a few maggots from his poorly healing, but still healing cheek, Elmer and the gang caught a few undeserved hours of sleep, except for Haenzel and Jreatael of course, their mission would affect all of their's fate....
 
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St. Louis, Illinois, USA
The four Goliaths strode down the center of the corridor looking formidable should anyone try to alleviate them of the cash.boxes they carried. The thing is who to shoot first the biggest threat, or the two juves that would most certainly be sent to the eternal dome with a dum-dum round lacking the furnace plate amour of the seasoned gangers. The Cawdor juves had been charged with the responsibility of locating their next target, and not dying in the process. Haenzel followed close first, falling back and letting Jreatael follow close, and so on. This worked well as they were not noticed by the bulky Goliaths. After the four arrived at what was clearly the gang's hideout, Haenzel and Jreatael turned around, scanned their route, and headed back. It would be a long trek.

Half way back to the Brewbellies the two juves were beset by a Scavvy gang, alerted by the Goliaths as Haenzel spotted one of the two juves from the roast. There was no fighting as they were grabbed and tied before they could offer resistance. They both could see down the side tunnel they were being dragged. It seemed their captors liked their dinner horrified by the approach of the boiling pot and roasting spit. The two realized they were the next feast to be offered for half a day's pay....
 

Kitcar

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Han and Jre had sweated their grime off. The Scavvys seem oblivious to their attempts at communication. They were stuffed into small cages in near foetal position. The cook pot had been filled with strained sump juice, and slabs of fungus were stacked for the fire under the girder supports for the spit. Han wondered if he would be roasted or boiled. It looked like the cook pot would be started cold. Not good, not fast. and Dome fungus burns poory, not good, not fast. He thought they had been careful, but approaching a Goliath hideout was foolish indeed....foolish....

Elmer slept three hours and rousted the gang. The juves sent to scout had not returned. Time to search. "Moldo, get the purse and MacGlueyver, I need to talk to Skanko about finding the lost." Skanko joined them, and they headed off uphive looking for gangsign left by the juves. It became clear from the route that they had stumbled on what they had hoped for, a gang hideout. Such information was incredibly valuable. But they had two MIA. The gangsign disappeared, and the four Cawdor slowed down and found a short tunnel to take stock of their situation. Skanko spotted scavvysign, and they checked their loads and decided to watch. Han and Jre were not green, almost full gangers with Han being recognized as particularly savage with the heretics. For them to be gone this long was a bad sign. They had spread out in the bloc they were in and hunkered down. Two hours later, back in the tunnel, they counted four Scavvy that had followed the same route. While dangerous, taking out a scavvy gang often yielded some unusual schawgg. Head down, spaced out over as long as it took to eat they headed after the Scavvy train. It wasn't too hard, the locals had harnessed mutant rats (food! the fools!) by the half dozen to small wagons which delivered brik-a-brak around the "settlement". A cyber-mastif was noisily chasing one now and as the juve's possessions were in that wagon, they knew where to go. As they trotted down the gangway a ageing scavvy, rare indeed, hailed them for a contribution so he wouldn't need to hurl foulness upon the gangers. He claimed to be Loerin Greane, a deposed shaman capable of harnessing the power of underhive vermin herds. Elmer left him some corpsestarch and some dried mutant rat, quite a treat. If they returned this way they might need the old looney who said he would be at a local watering hole, "Mix Linty's" which had no water and mixed nothing, offering only a strange white material called nerfluff, a paradox in this part of the hive. Skanko knocked Elmer down as a rain of arrows pinged around them, the scrap had started....