The Dark Half Gambit
“This is it!” screamed the Space Marine with big-pig tails.
“We have the bastard.” said the Chaos Space Marine’s flight officer.
A small pod crashed into Necromunda, The First Underhive and the most rancid and weird melting-pot of all the Industrial Hive cities in the Region of Terra. It fell down after the Rogue Trader Hollister Shore. After two months the scanners and alerts around the perimeter of the planet switched off. The Hive Secondus and Hive Prime shone like stars, lighting up the desert world.
“I want to get let in, I’m a Bounty Hunter.” said Holister. He was trying to get out of the Ash Wastes.
“I have a head in this bag, need to take it to my boss.” He said, winking and slipping the drunk guard a bribe.
“Not a cultist are ya?” muttered the Arbitrator, his friends asleep.
“Of course not!”
“Fine then, bit fat for exile anyway, the storms picking up… get in.”
Five months later a bomb went off as two large horned marines in gothic armour smashed through the plated defences of the Hive City, as Necromunda was known. It was a planet and a powerful one. Five Houses ruled and no one knew below what happened in the spire. The mid-hive was full of administration and workers and the lower depths industry and profit to place as well as many other things, including crime in the lower depths; known as the underhive.
The walls shattered around the gatehouse the two marines walked into the Prime HIve with powerful boltguns. These weapons could blow apart nearly any living humanoid across the universe or certainly that is what these strange space marines believed. Their red armour glowed. They had lost their crew to the pit slave gangs out in the wastes, the ash-waste nomads had put up a terrific fight but they had healed and now they were moving in, barely a scratch on this dark maroon appearing armour. They entered and saw duct after duct, dripping with sewage.
“Keep going, five miles to the east by the auspex scan.” muttered the first marine, “and keep your helmet on Sergeant Tarrika.”
“Woo, yes Commander.” she said, long hair stretched up against her horned helmet, as it made rapid combat assessments.
After slopping around through the outlander portion of the Hive for 4 months, Hollister had joined a gang of outlaws as a scum. Meeting some hungry looking people and not getting eaten alive out there was difficult.
He was not naturally skilled with the two bolt pistols he had acquired along the way, so just kept one down his trousers, one in his canvas backpack and pretended he was just saving the gun for reloads. He was charm itself and people let him get by. The foulest place in the world but they allow gambling. As he arrived in the lower depths of the lawful but dangerous lower depths he posted the head he had taken of the Word Bearer Chapter Master Vinitangios in it’s special illegal Cube prison head chambered capture prison. He was hoping for a big payday and to avenge his wife. They had been divorced for years but were still good friends before she had been destroyed by this Chapter Master. It was a personal grudge and he had the money and nothing to lose.
Eventually, the man called Hollister shot dead five hundred gang members with his shotgun he had won in a gamble, in a huge event called the Purge. He made enough money to leave the Outlands section of the Underhive. With his skills as a Rogue Trader he bought his ticket into the Underhive.
The two Chaos marines were trapped out there and assassinated by Arbites squads at a some time afterwards. Hollister settled down midhive and was asked to give his account to House Cawdor. He muttered I killed him for the money. He was wearing nice clothes and his screen flashed up and asked him if he believed in the God-Emperor. And he thought yes, retired from his job as a Rogue Trader and became a lawyer mid-hive, with the itch to go back below and gamble and see the ladies below again.
The End.
“This is it!” screamed the Space Marine with big-pig tails.
“We have the bastard.” said the Chaos Space Marine’s flight officer.
A small pod crashed into Necromunda, The First Underhive and the most rancid and weird melting-pot of all the Industrial Hive cities in the Region of Terra. It fell down after the Rogue Trader Hollister Shore. After two months the scanners and alerts around the perimeter of the planet switched off. The Hive Secondus and Hive Prime shone like stars, lighting up the desert world.
“I want to get let in, I’m a Bounty Hunter.” said Holister. He was trying to get out of the Ash Wastes.
“I have a head in this bag, need to take it to my boss.” He said, winking and slipping the drunk guard a bribe.
“Not a cultist are ya?” muttered the Arbitrator, his friends asleep.
“Of course not!”
“Fine then, bit fat for exile anyway, the storms picking up… get in.”
Five months later a bomb went off as two large horned marines in gothic armour smashed through the plated defences of the Hive City, as Necromunda was known. It was a planet and a powerful one. Five Houses ruled and no one knew below what happened in the spire. The mid-hive was full of administration and workers and the lower depths industry and profit to place as well as many other things, including crime in the lower depths; known as the underhive.
The walls shattered around the gatehouse the two marines walked into the Prime HIve with powerful boltguns. These weapons could blow apart nearly any living humanoid across the universe or certainly that is what these strange space marines believed. Their red armour glowed. They had lost their crew to the pit slave gangs out in the wastes, the ash-waste nomads had put up a terrific fight but they had healed and now they were moving in, barely a scratch on this dark maroon appearing armour. They entered and saw duct after duct, dripping with sewage.
“Keep going, five miles to the east by the auspex scan.” muttered the first marine, “and keep your helmet on Sergeant Tarrika.”
“Woo, yes Commander.” she said, long hair stretched up against her horned helmet, as it made rapid combat assessments.
After slopping around through the outlander portion of the Hive for 4 months, Hollister had joined a gang of outlaws as a scum. Meeting some hungry looking people and not getting eaten alive out there was difficult.
He was not naturally skilled with the two bolt pistols he had acquired along the way, so just kept one down his trousers, one in his canvas backpack and pretended he was just saving the gun for reloads. He was charm itself and people let him get by. The foulest place in the world but they allow gambling. As he arrived in the lower depths of the lawful but dangerous lower depths he posted the head he had taken of the Word Bearer Chapter Master Vinitangios in it’s special illegal Cube prison head chambered capture prison. He was hoping for a big payday and to avenge his wife. They had been divorced for years but were still good friends before she had been destroyed by this Chapter Master. It was a personal grudge and he had the money and nothing to lose.
Eventually, the man called Hollister shot dead five hundred gang members with his shotgun he had won in a gamble, in a huge event called the Purge. He made enough money to leave the Outlands section of the Underhive. With his skills as a Rogue Trader he bought his ticket into the Underhive.
The two Chaos marines were trapped out there and assassinated by Arbites squads at a some time afterwards. Hollister settled down midhive and was asked to give his account to House Cawdor. He muttered I killed him for the money. He was wearing nice clothes and his screen flashed up and asked him if he believed in the God-Emperor. And he thought yes, retired from his job as a Rogue Trader and became a lawyer mid-hive, with the itch to go back below and gamble and see the ladies below again.
The End.
