Queen's Dome Turf Wars 3: Outbreak in Ornelius

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Found here will be the campaign log for the 3rd Queen's Dome Turf War, which is actually a Dominion campaign. I will post fiction, battle reports, pictures etc. The amount of content depends on the amount shared by the participants.

Ten gangs are fighting over recently vacated territory, as the zombie plague ravages the settlements of Queen's Dome.

Campaign Page: https://yaktribe.games/underhive/campaigns/queen's_dome_turf_wars_3.2231/

To my gang leaders: you may continue posting in the FB group, I'll copy it all over here.
 
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Here is the 4-page campaign primer I sent to the players. The lore has been built up over 2 Turf Wars and a one day event in 2018. Although nobody is playing the same gang (well some are the same in names but not actual splinter gangs), past events have shaped this campaign.
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The first weekend of gaming has concluded, and I am compiling the battle reports and images. I shall start with an introduction to my Cawdors, Factorem Ossa. If the accents throw you off, I'm going for part Dickensian urchin and part medieval peasant for some gang members.

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Snood carefully packed the skull, which had been previously painted with a red X across its forehead by Coiffus, with a promethium charge. He then set it in the pile with the others by the mine shaft.

“Ow come we know they wuz heretics?” The juve mused, these people had died so long ago in this mine. Who was he to judge them so? “Doesn’t matter,” barked Coiffus, “the paint marks 'em heretic, if they wurn’t the Emperor’ll sort ‘em. ‘Tis more a warning to them would be heretics wot still got thur skulls!” Both of the Cawdor instinctively made the Aquillia across their chest at the mention of their Lord. Coiffus delicately threaded the stretched rat gut across the tunnel and tied it to the charge's trigger device. “There, last one.” The bundles served not only as a warning to heretics, but as a trap for trespassers. This mine was claimed by Factorem Ossa for House Cawdor.

The pair picked their way through the rubble back towards the mine entrance, wading through wastewater pools and ducking below fallen I-beams. Outside they spotted Ottuc laying atop an overturned excavation machine so rusted that it had fused with of the broken plascrete and ashen ground. “Hark! What be..” the juve was cut off by a harsh shush from the eagle eyed scout. “Movement. Tunnels, o’er there,” Ottuc pointed to the access tunnels protruding from the dilapidated dome wall where they had entered just one shift cycle prior. Tell The Purifier, and prepare for battle.

Snood scuttled across the wreckage of ancient industry towards their camp. Factorem Ossa often set up camps in the waste while hunting for the relics of the past. Vargus The Purifier was sitting cross-legged in front of a makeshift bone shrine, staring into a candle flame in deep meditation. “E-excuse me m’liege? S-sorry to bother you b-but…” another shush, this time less harsh. “Come, sit beside me child,” the elder intoned calmly. Snood was at least twenty standard Terran years to the best of his knowledge, but he still obeyed silently. “Look into the candle flame, what do you see?”

“I see… fire… uh, I mean light. No...um pain?” Vargus seized Snood’s hand and held it over the flame, pushing it closer. The juve bit his lip to stop from screaming as the pain intensified. “Yes, I see, I see it now. Thank you! Thank you m’liege!” Vargus released his grip, Snood cradled his burned hand, his tears cooling the singed flesh. “Remember child, the flame will purify you, but the process is not without sacrifice. Live your life humbly and follow the teachings, and your suffering will be lessened. Now… what did you need to tell me?” “Strangers approach the mine, cut us off they ‘ave.”

“Good,” Vargus grinned. “The faithful and unfaithful alike come willingly to have the weight of their sins judged.
My gang in all their incomplete glory:
Shamefully they are only base coated, but it's all shaded and highlighted at least...
 

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Here is the backstory for Diggitydug's first gang... but they never quite made it to Queen's Dome as you'll discover...

Diggitydug said:
Captain O'Neil of Delta Force 9 sat at his desk. A rotating fan on the ceiling kept the hot recycled air from becoming too stale. Suddenly the pale green screen on his desk lit up, and a message began typing across it.

+++ Thought of the day: Extended Joy is a gateway to Heresy +++
+++ Commander O'Neil: Recon Skulls have picked up strange energy reading deep within Manifactorum Sector 12, sub sector 106-D. Possible Pre-Millennium technology involved.
+++ Warning: Sector is within Orlock Territory. You are granted leave for Wetwork by Van Saar high council.
+++ Instructions: Secure the energy source at all costs. Terminate all witnesses.
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The cursor blinked ominously at him, as if daring him to speak. O'Neil pulled out a comlink from his belt. Lt. Danahur? Scramble the squad.. we have a mission.. were going to the basement.
But another force was gathering, outside HIve Primus

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Campaign story part 1.

Blaze sat on top of the ash dune looking at the blinking spire high on the top of the Hive City called The Palatine. She was only 14, and had spent her whole life in the wastes. "It looks like a fireant mound", she said to Cold Sight, her mentor and Gunsister.

Cold Sight was peering at the massive city through the lense of her sniper rifle, slowly panning up and down the side. "Lot like that, littun", Cold Sight said. "Loremaster says they pack people in there like ants. Breathin the same air over and over, making food out of their own filth".

"Why do we have to go?", Blaze asked watching the dark chem clouds fade into the falling dusk, sporadically letting a patch of twinkling stars appear here and there.

Cold Sight threw her head over to a still shape, sitting crosslegged on the dune next to them."Water Singer says the Ash Spirits say we need to spring some Hive littluns. THey will bring good blood back into the tribe. Make us Highrock Roaders a strong clan again. Keep the babes from being born twisted".

Blaze gazed over at the Water Witch, deep in her meditation. "Somtin Else is up...", she said to herself.

Behind her the other Highrock Roaders had finished burrying the Trukk. Coyotee and Walks-the-Path were breathing heavy from their exertions. Coyotee made some joke, muffled through the cloth mask of his Ashsuit, and Walks the Path let out an equally muffeled laugh.

It wasnt unheard off for Ashlanders to sneak into Hives for trade. Lots of metal and goods can be found if you know where to dig in the Ash. What appears to be a barren wasteland was actually a sea of ash and sand covering untold numbers of crashed ships, or ancient but lost settlements. Under the ash were caverns filled with life. You could even find water, if you had good equipment or a Water-wich.

But more, out here you were free. Live was harsh, and brutal, and often short. But it was your own. Yeah, somedays, you watched your buddies get plinked out when bandits or raiders or rival gangs came after your water. But other times, you danced under a rare clear night, drinkin scratch and howlin at the two moons as they looked down at you like the eyes of an invisible giant.

Malal, the Lord of Ash, had spoken through the Water Witches, and told the council how to their mutation process. The Council had picked each of them to go on this mission based off of their special talents. Grey -dawn was a great leader. He had been picked out by Malal himself, when the jet black Clawcat had wandered into camp one night and jumped right in his lap like it was a pet. Blaze shuddered at the thought of the strange feline with glowing red eyes. Once when no one else was around, it had stood up on its hind legs and walked towards her like a humie. Blaze had screamed and the others had laughed. She had told Cold Sight that she
"wertn fraid of blood er bullet, but keep that thing away".

Walks-the-sand was the best star tracker in the tribe. Coldsight, her mentor, could shoot the tail off a scabbie at 100 yards in a full ashstorm. Scrap Iron could fix anything with wires or pumps. Thunder was so strong, she once watched him win a bottle of scratch by smacking a rock in half, with his head. Hell, he was so tough he didn't even wear an ashsuit like the rest of them. Its like his muscles bounced the radiation back into the sky.

But if they were so strong why did she feel so worried about entering the hive city? Grey-dawn had been their twice already and said that the topsiders would drop you if they saw you, but the Underhivers would treat you fair as long as you were careful.

She looked over as Grey-dawn walked up the dune to Water-singer. The two spoke in muffled whispers. All the while though, that strange Clawcat stared straight at her. Its glowing red eyes growing stronger in the disappearing sunlight.

Blaze shuddered and looked away.
Diggitydug said:
They had snuck into Hive Primus through the secret tunnel. Their map had taken them to a twist of pipes and columns jutting out of the massive mile high wall, but try as they might, they could not find the entrance.

That's when the second Clawcat appeared. This one was silver, like steel polished from an ash storm. It had stood on top of a pipe and howled. Blackfoot, Grey Dawn's cat had howled back. Watersinger smiled. "Malal is with us", she said. Sure enough, as the grey clawcat jumped to her shoulder, Walks-the-path twisted the old brass valve, and a service door opened in the pipe.

It had seemed like a game.

Even their first battle was easy. They came out of the pipes into the strange steel and metal world of the Underhive. everything was covered in ancient corrosion. Blaze worried that at any moment their feet would push through the rusted lattice grating that the walkways were made from. Deep below their feet in the darkness, strange sounds clanged and groaned.

They were almost at the first settlement when Walks-the-Path raised a hand. Using Stormspeak, the Ashlander sign language used in dust storms, he signaled "People approaching. Hide"

Like rats they had clambered up into the pipes above. Walking slowly below them were soldiers. They wore high tech combat suits and carried impressive looking lazrifles. You knew they were dangerous, because their pristine white armor was unblemished.

"Delta Team", report "Blared the comlink of one of the solders. They stopped.

"This is delta team", the first warrior spoke into his wrist. "We are about three clicks from the target. No sign of resistance". "Affirmative Delta", said the speaker "Be on the lookout for ambushes. Word has gotten out about the Archeotech cache. That stuff is worth a fortune. Expect resistance."

In the half glow of the red repair lights, Grey Dawn and Watersinger looked at each other with unspoken communication. "Ancient Tech", signed Grey Dawn. "Worth a fortune" signed Watersinger.

The patrol began to move out. But then that cat. That damned clawcat. It had been preoccupied for the trip nuzzling against the new sliverback that had attached itself to Watersinger. The black cat looked down at the patrol beneath them and looked back at Blaze. She swore it squinched up its glowing red eyes and grinned at her. Then it let out a massive howl loud enough to wake the dead. The patrol spun and pointed their weapons up at the ceiling.

The Ashlanders had the element of surprise. Among the Ashlanders there is a saying "Those who shoot first.. often shoot last"

Cold Sight and Walks the Path head-shot the first two at almost the same time. Grey dawn popped the leader clean in the chest. Then when the soldiers were peppering the pipes above them with las shots, Coyote dropped down onto the deck with his heavy stubber whirling to life.

"Ky-YEE! Ky-YEE", he called like a desert eagle and he pulled the trigger. Bodies danced like rag dolls from the bulletstorm.
Seconds later all was quiet.

As Quickhands, Scrap-Iron, Thunder and Trigger climbed down, Walks-the-path held out a glowing datapad to Grey-dawn. "Well.. what do we do now?".

Grey Dawn smiled. "Now we go get what we came for"
Long story short, he changed gangs at the last minute and wrote it into the story! Chaos Cult rules used to represent these Ash Waste Nomads, here is the gang. Credit to Diggitydoug.

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Their first battle was against The Slag Runners. A Tech Gang run by wreaththu. Here is the battle report from their perspective.

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Irvine stopped at the regroup point breathing quickly. He always likes this spot. The air scrubbers seems to work better here. It’s like this main vent shaft goes all they up to the hive city itself. You can almost block out the smell of refuse and mildew.

Quickly Caleb came up right beside Irvine, “What the hell just happened?” After taking in one more deep breath Irvine turns to him, “We found the area where the ‘tech device was located. Harker told me to grab you and come up behind the Van Saar. Bishop and Leo were sent over by the ducts to help catch them in a crossfire. While getting into position to take on the the Van Saar, out of the shadows came these cloaked desert rats. It’s like they just appeared. At first I thought it was the Van Saar, but I realized they didn’t have all the high tech gear. Then all hades broke lose.” Both of them turned towards the sound of foot steps out the main corridor. “Get down, someones coming.”

With surprisingly little noise Harker slid open the well oiled door to the air scrubbers shaft and helped Tomas through the door. The juve was holding his side where a dark stain covered his suit. The pair were followed by the rest of the group that had gone on this raid. “Well that could have gone a lot better.”, Harker grumbled. “It seemed like my plan was working and we started to surround who ever it was attacking us. It certainly wasn’t Delta Force 9. But then it all went into the sump. My gorram bolter jammed right when I had one of them dead in my sights. I just had this thing cleaned!” Looking over the small group taking mental note, Harker’s brow furrowed, “Where’s Davion?”

“I thought he was behind us”, came a quiet response from Bishop.

Tristan spoke up, “Nah man, I haven’t seen Davion since that frackin’ floating thing came around the corner…some twist or witch. Her eyes flared like they were on a blaze and then promethium flames erupted from the ground all around Harker, Leo, Davion and myself. “Poor Davion…”, Tristan murmured, “…I can’t get his screams out of my head. I just heard Harker give the call to regroup and I was out of there. Patting out the flames as I went.”

Leopold blurted out, “At least me and Gregor kept that heavy stubber pinned or else it would’ve been worse.”

Harker raised his voice to shut everyone up, “So not only did we lose the tech to some new gang of wasteland muties, but also Davion is gone. I guess we will have to seek out another way to help push us up from the mire and the name of house Orlock. “Well, grab your gear and someone help Tomas back.” Poking a finger at Tomas, Harker spoke low enough that only he and Tomas heard, “Juve you need to learn to watch yourself. You’ll be more help being recycled back for food if you keep jumping out in front of shotgun blasts like that”.

As everyone left to head towards the settlement Harker mumbling more to himself, “At least we found that shaft leading to the abandoned mine.” Calling back over his shoulder, “Irvine, remind me to send some runners out to see what they can find out about these wasteland muties, also if they can find Davion’s corpse.”
Pict capture of the Slag Hounds roving the Underhive. Terrain and miniatures by wreathu:
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Factorem Ossa's first battle was against the Slag Runners, a group of Tech Gangers who act suspiciously like Orlocks crossed with Van Saar.

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Factorem Ossa had lost. Although they had fallen back into the mine tunnels to lure the interlopers in, the Cawdor’s clever traps had been bypassed by their crafty foes. The mine now belongs to that worker gang known as the Slag Runners, though they had paid the price in blood. Ottuc recalled the battle; at the height of the conflict he had their plasma gunner in his sights just as a horrified scream echoed from the crumbling mine walls. The harrowing sound had come from behind the Slag Runner’s line, suddenly a desiccated corpse, walking in ungainly looping steps emerged from the shadows in the midst of those heathenous tech hunters. The ensuing confusion spoiled Ottuc’s aim, and Factorem Ossa used the distraction to leg it out of the mine, but not before taking a few bullets and plasma burns.

Vargus was leaning on his chainglaive, blood trickled down his leg making abstract patterns on his boots. It reminded Ottuc of that noblesse artist who once visited Queen’s Dome in some misguided cultural exchange. Slumming it in the Underhive is a popular pastime for the nobles, word was that a rather literal minded Goliath didn’t agree with artist’s view’s on expressionistic representations of Underhive life...

Snood rolled over on his cot so he could see Vargus address the crowd of faithful gathered at Scrapper’s Run. The juve winced as pain shot through his arm where the bullet had entered, as he adjusted the bandage on his head where the invader had driven the butt of his shotgun and knocked Snood out cold. Vargus’s sonorous tones distracted him from his pain: “...and so the Emperor tests us, and we have proved lacking. Who among you would take up arms to seek revenge on these tech-heathens who drive us from our claims? They plot even now their next move against us, and the dead gather in the shadows hungering for the flesh of true believers. Will you let evil prevail?” Vargus gestured accusingly at the gathered crowd as they nervously eyed each other.

One man stepped forward. He wore the traditional facemark of House Cawdor, a bionic protruded from the right eye-hole. “ I will.” Although his voice was frayed and hesitant, it set the other hivers at ease knowing that they wouldn’t be drafted into the gang today. Vargus smiled, and as he did the scars on it traced new paths across it’s wrinkled landscape. “What be your name brother, what brings you here today?”

“Tockton. Worked out at the sludge farm ‘cross the bridge. Not too long ago, I went ’ome after work... found me kin all dead and eaten up by ‘em plagued monsters. Most ‘orible thing it was. Just want to send as many of ‘em to the Sump as I can ‘for I die...”

“Well Brother Tockton, as you well know this plague of death is punishment for the vile ways of all us Underhivers. We shan't forget our sins, even as we punish others for theirs. Their deaths brought you to us, so the Emperor has plans for you.”

“Whatever… just point me inna direction of who needs killin”

Snood rolled back over, his eyes caught Ottuc’s. The champion could see the concern in the young man’s face. “It’s alright, ‘is rage’ll serve us well. Maybe next time he’ll be ‘ere to stop you from gettin’ scragged.”

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Backing up a bit, the actual first battle fought in the campaign was between Mary Jane and the Spiders, and The Pride of the Encroaching 4-Armed Hive Killer. I am not around for most of these battles so I can only post what the players provide. Apparently the Genestealer cult was very stealthy in this Stand-Off, as they weren't captured by any pict-skulls! I hear the Escher took a beating.

Terrain and Escher by user PBKWMatt, or at least his associates I believe...
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The Mushroom Kingdom Regulars are a peculiarly named Van Saar gang. The player running them won the previous turf war, in which their prior Van Saar gang was infiltrated by a cyborg assassin in search of a fabled vault of archeotech. Their first 2 battles were against the same Orlock gang, The Iron Eagles. Here is that series of stories from the MKR perspective:

HaploNate said:
Mushroom Kingdom Regulars: Back Story

Bowsette, was looking over the edge of a small township, Harris’ Bridge, when a cry of boredom came from one of her newest recruits, “Yoshi”.
“Why are we in this pundunk shanty collection anyway, I though we were deployed to look more into the Tuatha De Dannean and how they were infiltrated by that assassin.”
Luckily Boswette’s enforcer, “Mario”, stepped in before she had to. He took the young man aside, none too gently, to explain the in’s and outs of working for a wets works team. Namely you don’t question the chain of command. Bowsette sighed and pretended to ignore the now one-sided exchange as she tried to figure out their next move. Sure, they might be pitched as a “Crack Team” that answered to a high up sponsor in the Van Saar organization, but the truth was they were a cobbled together mess and if Yoshi was any indication, she was saddled with some fighters who were barely initiated into the lower levels of the sprawling organization. She was also sure they were not the only wet works team in play and that the higher ups certainly did not care if they stepped over, or even killed, each other as long the answers they sought came to light.
Her XO, “Peach” as she was coded named for this mission, stepped out of one of the huts along the narrow bridge and shook her head. Another dead end. Bowsette cursed and kicked a plank into the divide, with the emperor’s luck it would impale whoever was thwarting her path as they walked along one of the lower bridges.
“That’s the fourth agent that’s been bought off” Peach said stepping up beside Bowsette. “We are running out of leads.”
Bowsette nodded, looking back over at the shack that now had a pool of blood dripping out from under one of its “walls”, for lack of a better term.
“Sad to say but this is looking to be more of a long term mission than we were led to believe” Bowsette replied to Peach. “I think its time to stop working the locals and start building resources.” This elected a sigh from Peach, who began spinning one of her pistols around her finger in a lazy fashion.
“I was hopping for a quick payout when hired on for this Temporary gang.” She complained but was careful to pitch it so only Bowsette could hear. Mario would have thrown a fit at such insubordination but Bowsette and Peach had grown up together and Bowsette relied on Peach far more than she would like to admit.
“I hear you, but this may be a way for us to move up too, take these rejects and form them into a proper fighting force, get some territory, build some renown, and maybe we could buy some real information. Hell, we may even be able to get into that damn Vault they found. It was the assassin’s goal after all, it might have the information we need.”
“Well then you know the best way to start building camaraderie with new recruits, right?” Peach said with a wicked grin.
“Of course,” Bowsette answered. “Let’s go get drinks at the Flying Scavy.”
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Mushroom Kingdom Regulars Act 1: Bar Room Boasts

The Flying Scavy is a seedy bar on the edge of Down Town’s neutral zone, in unclaimed territory but far enough away from the eye of the Watchmen, it was a perfect place to blow off steam with rival gangs by punching them in the face without too much in ramifications.
“Yeah well I am named after a ‘Yoshi’, a feared mystic beast from before the age of Strife!” Yoshi was boasting to an Orlock gang member whom shared the bar with the Mushroom Kingdom Regulars. Bowsette snorted into her drink, honestly who knew what a “Yoshi” was. Their codenames were given to them by their sponsor, someone in the Archeotech Division. Apparently, the Queen’s Dome Van Saar Archives had an impressive collection of Archeotech, called the Abari Vault, that was hidden in the Down Town dome and carefully guarded. In it was a set of educational vids, from the age of technology or even before, detailing the importance of killing mutants in the historic Mushroom Kingdom Hive. Their sponsor said her code-name “Bowsette” was perfect for her “fiery personality”.
“We are going to be the biggest names around just you wait” Yoshi continued to boast.
“Not if we crush your names here in now!” the irate Orlock ganger retorted and before Bowsette could blink the two of them were on their feet and out the door, ready to fight.
“Well that happened faster than we thought,” Peach chirped from beside Bowsette, she then turned to the rest of their incipient gang. “Round of shots on me, then let’s go help out our proud champion!”
It wasn’t until a little later, at the entrance to the vast tunnel network that winds under the town of Ornelius, that Bowsette realized that much alcohol may have been a bad idea.
What had started as a friendly camaraderie-building brawl, had turned into a full-on fire fight! She was penned in by auto gun fire and was trying to keep watch over her small gang’s most prized possession, the starting equipment given to her by their sponsor that included their official Van Saar organization roster notes and even a banner that their sponsor had made for them.
The whole thing had turned into a slagging mess, luckily it seemed neither side could shoot straight. She had watched Peach empty two whole battery packs into a couple of Orlock Gangers at near point-blank range only to completely miss. Two more of her team clearly forgot to charge their weapons last night, and even her enforcer Mario overheated his plasma gun in his drunken fervor. Bowsette looked down at her trademark flamer, after this she was going to need to pick up a long-range weapon, she liked leading from the front, but she was useless in these long-range encounters. Luckily the Orlock boys had apparently also drunken too much and were having just as bad a time hitting her gangers. She thought she had heard the deep, spine tingling retort of a heavy bolter, but thankfully it had fallen silent early in the firefight.
Still Bowsette needed to take charge and get this team acting together.
“Mario, quite pouting over there and hit their flank! Get that shotgun off of Yoshi!”
“Shy Guy, you’re a sniper for the Emperor’s sake, get up on that catwalk and snipe!”
A few more harrowing moments, Daisy getting penned up on the cat walk, Toad getting hit by a shotgun, and the tide began to turn. Mario was able to flank the shot-gunner and even get a couple of blasts off at the Orlock Leader. Shy Guy finally got into position and got off a solid hit with his sniper rifle and the Orlock’s, perhaps shaken by the gang’s newfound ferocity, backed off, dragging their injured with them.
Toad didn’t look so great but otherwise they all came out of the incident with only light injuries and hopefully as a more cohesive fighting force as a result.
HaploNate said:
Mushroom Kingdom Regulars Act 2: The Long Way Home

Toad didn’t feel so good, the ground kept shifting on him and the alcohol he had drunk earlier seemed to want to remind him of how it tasted. Still he was proud of himself, in the fire fight earlier no one could accuse him of cowardice. He had run right up in the middle of it to grab their resident moron, Yoshi, out of the ire of a whole gang of Orlock goons. Sure, he may have been clipped by a shotgun in the process, but that just added to his glory in his mind. Things were starting to look up for him. Getting picked for this team right after his initiation was a godsend and spoke of the promise the Van Saar Recruiters saw in him.
The whole gang was on their way home to celebrate their most recent victory. The CO had stayed behind to scope out the tunnels they had found in the firefight, saying they would be useful for the next stage of their plan. Though, she hadn’t mentioned what that plan might be. The rest of the team though had permission to relax and celebrate. They were currently taking a short cut through the synth still, which Toad was glad for, he didn’t think he could walk much longer, he really wanted to lie down. In fact…maybe it wouldn’t be too bad… to just stop…right here.
Toad woke to yelling and the high staccato of auto gun fire. Looking down the length of his legs, when had he laid down again?, he saw the same group of Orlocks, barring down on him.
“Toad, drag your ass over to here!” Peach yelled from behind a large still.
“I’ve got him!” Mario yelled back, and walked out into the open, firing his plasma rife to fend off the encroaching Orlock gangers, with Daisy hot on his heals. They were only halfway to him however when the heavy booms that announced a heavy bolter temporarily silenced the fire fight. Toad could feel the heavy explosive rounds cut through the air above him and he looked in horror as they punched right into Mario and Daisy. They dropped to the ground like marionettes cut from their string, and Daisy’s head, it shouldn’t be bleeding that much right?
Toad started to crawl to where he had heard Peach and was relieved to feel her fingers dig into the collar of his bodysuit and help lift him some.
“Come on let’s get the f**k out of here.” She grunted as she tried to drag him away. She only made it a few steps though before a shot gun blast spun her around into the floor beside him. Toad heard more footsteps behind him and rolled around just in time to see the butt of an Orlock gun before everything went black again.
 
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Factorem Ossa's second battle against the Bright Reavers over the Bone Shrines. A freak hive quake left nearly everyone pinned on the 2nd round, and opened up tunnels from which plague zombies starting spilling. Highlights include the Van Saar plasma gunner narrowly avoiding falling 9 stories from the quake, Tockton the new Cawdor Ganger going ham on everyone, all the Cawdor running away in a slow trickle after bottling first round. Also, the Van Saar leader shot his own guy in the head with a meltagun to stop the plague from spreading...


Shortly after Their loss to the Van Saar, Factorem Ossa ran into the Escher crew: Mary Jane and the Spiders. It was The Marauders scenario against Mary Jane and the Spiders, over The Needleways. I finally won a battle, but it was quick and bloody... we each had only 1 fighter standing at the end! I tested out bomb rats for the first time, only smoke though. There was an interesting shootout in a darkened corridor, and versatile proved its worth in this battle!
 
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The Rainbooms faced off against the Disciples of Gray, a cult reborn after their former leadership was slaughtered by Zombies in the infamous dome rush that happened out in the badzones beyond the Divide. One of the few survivors of the incident, an Orlock Heavy rescued by the cults founding leader as he gave his life fending off hoards of zombies, lost faith in House and Emperor after the incident and helped reform the Disciples pledging his like to the ruinous powers. But that story is history, here is the recounting of this most recent battle, in the old fighting pits, and its aftermath from the Rainboom's perspective. By user Hineni17:

Hineni17 said:
“Listen up ladies!”

The Cesspit went quiet as all eyes were drawn to the door.

“Three days ago, two of my girls got ambushed. Word is, some upstart surface dwellers have snuck into our hive bent on spreadin their Emperor-be-damned religion. Last night, the whole lot of us got trapped by an even larger group of the freaks who apparently decided the old fightin pit was theirs to control. They’d scrawled all manner of blasphemous filth around the place, twisting it into some warp spawned backdrop for whatever demented crap they’re planning. Hell, Scoots ain’t been the same since seeing that crap, and I ain’t havin any more of it!”

Shimmer surveyed the room; her barely contained rage silencing the usually raucous crowd. Behind her loomed the distinctive outline of the notorious Pinkie and the unmistakable multi-colored mane of Rainbow.

All eyes followed her as Shimmer strode to the bar and snatched up the waiting mug of the Cesspit’s homebrew. The swill could put an average man face down in the gutter with a few sips, but Shimmer scarcely flinched as she emptied the mug and continued her rant.

“Maybe yall haven’t noticed, but the dome’s suddenly overrun with freaks and fanatics. This used to be our town, our turf, and I’ll be damned if some wannabe candelabras or tentacle loving zealots are gonna take it from us. Wasn’t long ago we ran off the last of those meat head Goliaths, and it’s high time we introduce ourselves good and proper to these newcomers.”

The shouts of agreement brought a wicked smile to Shimmer’s face. She let the crowd have a moment of fun before cutting them off.

“SILENCE! You think you got what it takes to be a Rainboom?! This ain’t no Emp-damned sewing circle!”

Several patrons reflexively made signs of the Aquila, flinching at the coarse use of the Lord’s name.

“We don’t play hide and seek. We don’t cower behind fancy tech or warp cursed magic. We get up close and personal!”

The patrons stood as one as Shimmer raised another foam-filled mug into the air.

“A colorful life, and a glorious death!”

The roaring crowd didn’t notice the cloaked figure disappearing through the side door and into the refuse filled alley. Outside, a shadow melted away from the wall to match the stranger’s stride.

“Thoughts?” asked the shadow.

“She’s perfect. Perhaps it’s time we give them a little…assist. Cache Alpha-334 should provide ample supply.”

“Yes mistress.” Replied the shadow.

“Oh, and make sure you stay close but don’t interfere unless forced. For the Emperor.”

“For the throne.” Whispered the shadow, the words fading on the wind.
The shadowy figure supplying arms and supplies is represented as an Ammo Jack hanger-on. Whoever this Mistress is is still a mystery...
 

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The Ashlanders had captured one the Slag Runners in their fight over the Archeotech Device. Here is a post battle report from user Diggitydug:

Diggitydug said:
Chapter 1:


Greydawn watched as Scrap Iron shoved herself back inside the open console, till nothing but her legs showed. As usual she was talking a mile a minute. "By the Balls of the Techfather, you should see this stuff!", her muffled yet still squeaky voice drifted out of the service hatch. "it’s probably four thousand years old, and still running!".

Greydawn laughed at the girl, but in his head he was thinking back to their fight.

After ambushing the security force, Walks-the-path had discovered a map to a supposed "Technology Cache". Greydawn had made a snap decision to follow the instructions and cash in on their good fortune. They were not the only treasure hunters under the hive though. Others had gotten wind of the treasure. Outside the door to the cache, they had run into a typical Underhive gang. One of the branches of the big six the elders had talked about. Greydawn had ordered the Ashlanders into battle, and they had all followed. But it had not turned out as expected. These "House Orlock" gangers were incredibly tough, as tough as Ash Raiders. They were not afraid of anything. The Ashlanders quickly got pinned down in the firefight, their long rifles proving highly ineffective in the tight corridors. Even Coyote had trouble lining up his massive heavy stubber on a target.

Ten minutes into the firefight, they were spread across five different rooms yelling and screaming orders at each other. The tunnels were thick with gun smoke, laz flashes amen confusion. Then Thunder went down, his hand sliced clean off by one of the rival gang. The Ashlanders were losing. Greydawn suddenly realized he might die in this city.

Then Watersinger, who had spent most of the battle behind a barricade with her hands over her ears, began to scream. "Ia Ia Malal Fthagin! Ia Ia Malal Fthagin!" she chanted over and over. For a brief second a strange lapse happened in the firefight. It was one of those ten second pauses where no one takes a shot and you wonder if things were over.

Suddenly the whole room felt like someone had flipped on an electric generator. The hair stood up on Greydawns arm. Blackfoot his clawcat dug its claws into his shoulder and began to purr loudly. There was a blinding flash of brilliantly white light, like a flashbang had gone off.

Greydawn looked over at Watersinger and for a second forgot to breathe. The waterwitch was floating in the air, two feet above the gangplank. Ripples of blue lightning ran up and down her arms and arced from her body to the metal walls and ceiling. She slowly turned her head and looked at him. Her eyes glowed light two white blue flames.

"Cahf ah nafl Mglw'anfh hh' ahor syha'h Ah'legth!", she said to him. The words rang out in the silence with a metallic chime, like a hammer on a steel panel. She floated up over the barricade and into the room next door.

There were screams. And an explosion of lighting. A ganger ran through his room reeking of ozone and covered in cracking blue flames. “Ng Ill or’azath syha’hnahh n’ghftephai n’gha ahorna ah’mglw’nafh!” Came the cackling cry from the other room. Blackfoot let out a howl, that was matched by Silverback. Though whether the two clawcats were howling in fear, or in delight, Greydawn could not tell.

And with that, the Orlocks had fled.

Watersinger had been out of it for a while after that, answering questions as if she had been somewhere far away. Greydawns consciousness snapped back to the present, where Scrap Iron, still talking, was placing canister after canister into the open access hatch. "These power sources are incredible. I bet there are fifty of them down here! And all still charged!" she squeaked excitedly.

Walks the Path and Cold sight had been keeping watch at the door. "Others will come soon", said Walks-the-path, his own voice strange from inside the mask of his ash suit. What should we do?

Greydawn looked over where Watersinger cradled Thunder's head. Watersinger had used her healing powers to stop the bleeding but Thunder had lost a lot of blood. He was too weak to go on.

"Pack up as many power supplies as Thunder can carry, and send him back to the Outside. We need to do this quick before people know what we have. The rest we will trade with the villagers. If we earn their trust, our reputation will build, and perhaps others will join us."

"No Hiver is ever gonna latch on wit no mutie outside ash-head scum likes o you!", spat their one captive. The Orlock had fallen in battle to Watersinger's electrical strike. His face and clothes were still charred from the fire, and his hair was mostly singed off. "Noones a leave their gang, gangs protect their own. Yous juzt a nobody!"

On the wall next to them, Blaze gave the rattle can one last shake and put the finishing touches on the gang-tag she had just sprayed on the wall. There in a glorious ball of orange and yellow was painted a mushroom cloud. Blaze looked over her shoulder and grinned. "They'll know us now!", she smiled.

Behind them there was a bright red flash and a massive sear of heat. Everyone’s head snapped around to where Scrap iron was sitting on the floor. She had apparently wired one of the ancient power sources into a lazgun. The wall behind them had a fist sized hole in it, still glowing as it cooled. "Uh.." Scrap Iron squeaked. "We may not want to put these into the guns... They will probably kaboom.. no... definitely... definitely kaboom"
 

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One of the things I am doing in this campaign is rewarding players with Subplots for storytelling. I evaluate their position in the campaign, and the motivations expressed in their stories, and either pick something from the Subplots in the book or create something. Since the Ashlanders are looking for less irradiated or mutated gene stock for their tribe out in the wastes, I awarded them the following:


These are secret, but I'm only sharing this as it was used, and then immediately a double cross occurred!

Mary Jane and the Spiders had 2 fighters not in recovery, and they bumped into the The Ashlanders, who were sneaking into town to shake down locals, and a shoot out nearly ensued... in user Diggitydug's words:

Diggitydug said:
I ran up and played my SECRET AGENDA. We negotiated a deal. I won the collapsed dome and any random gangers he rolls in his settlement, he gets the stinger mound sprawl.

No one technically bottled out so we both gained +1 reputation and 2 exp for each of our 2 gangers that participated

Post agenda for me: rolled 13 on 3d6 for collapsed dome and 5 for settlement cash.i got a free ganger.

Passed chaos ritual

I don’t know what to buy next... with the two games last night and the income from the fallen dome (3d6x10) I now have a big bag full of money. I am also getting two new cultist. Which is good because Davion is taking the big Ash Nap... [PBKWMatt] killed him in his $&@@&& double cross.
Basically, after the shootout the players decided to have another game which voided the deal. Mary Jane and the Spiders attacked the Ashlanders at their scheduled drop point and the truce was called off!

At some point the Pride of the Encroaching 4-Armed Hive Killer took a Toll Crossing in a fight with Mary Jane's girls. I think this is the table played on at some point for the games in this post, but really this is just an excuse to show off PBKWMatt's amazing terrain collection for the store he owns!


And there have been other games in the campaign, about 13 in all so far which is not bad for 10 people and a campaign just over a week old. I am only reporting the ones where I have pictures, battle reports, or stories far. Stats after 1 week, assuming everyone updated their records:
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| Gang                                            | House      | Rating | Wealth | Reputation | O-o-A Caused | Territorries |
|-------------------------------------------------|------------|--------|--------|------------|--------------|--------------|
| Factorem Ossa                                   | Cawdor     | 1225   | 1280   | 3          | 4            | 2            |
| Disciples of Gray                               | Chaos Cult | 955    | 1060   | 5          | 5            | 3            |
| Pride of the Encroaching Four-Armed Hive Killer | GSC        | 1000   | 1155   | 5          | 3            | 3            |
| Slag Runners                                    | Orlock     | 1155   | 1185   | 5          | 7            | 2            |
| Mushroom Kingdom Regulars                       | Van Saar   | 1095   | 1095   | 2          | 2            | 2            |
| The Iron Eagles                                 | Orlock     | 1120   | 1130   | 1          | 4            | 2            |
| Rainbooms                                       | Escher     | 945    | 975    | 3          | 2            | 1            |
| Bright Reavers                                  | Van Saar   | 1095   | 1110   | 4          | 2            | 2            |
| Ash Wanderers                                   | Chaos Cult | 1095   | 1300   | 12         | 2            | 2            |
| Mary Jane and the Spiders                       | Escher     | 1215   | 1215   | 4          | 4            | 2            |
 
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Jacob Dryearth said:
Factorem Ossa

++++Battle 2 Report++++

Vleemut dodged the falling chunks of plascrete raining from above. The Van Saar plasma gunner had missed Ottuc, perched upon the tallest tower of the old hab block, but had impacted the dome roof causing minor hive tremors. As Vleemut recovered he heard an exchange of gunfire from atop the tower and watched as Ottuc pitched over the railing, arms flailing, to Vleemut's level one story below.


“Damn fancy-boys gonna bring the ‘ol fraggin’ place down!” he spat diving from cover to cover across the walkway to the tower. Plasma bolts seared above the beleaguered Cawdor ganger’s head and impacted the old scrap metal plates some kind soul had bolted to the catwalk. Another Van Saar appeared on the roof, and peered over the railing down at Ottuc with the intent on finishing the job. “Not t’day!” vowed Vleemut, as he loosed a burst of autorounds from his cobbled together polearm-gun hybrid. The garish orange figure lost his footing and fell between Ottuc and the bone shrines.


Down below Vleemut could see the rest of Factorem Ossa were just as pinned down as him. But slipping out of a newly opened crack in the wall Tockton charged forth and maniacally slammed his flail into an unsuspecting Van Saar’s rib-cage. The dandy crumpled like a rag doll. A shambling figure emerged from where Tockton had entered and tried to grab him by the shoulders, but the fierce warrior emptied the whole magazine of his autopistol into the creature’s mouth as it went for a bite.


As more dead started pouring in, undoubtedly alerted by the tremor and gunfire, the call to retreat was sounded. “Right, on your legs lad” remarked Vleemut as he dragged the injured Ottuc into the tower’s lift. “I ‘ope dis still works” he said, slamming his fist on the console. He caught a glimpse of the stunned Van Saar’s eyes flickering open through the shrinking gap of the lift doors and gave the Avis Obcenum as a parting gift.
This was the narrative I wrote up for the battle between Factorem Ossa and the Bright Reavers over the Bone Shrines, pictured a few posts above. I lost, zombies attacked, Van Saar with plasmaguns are scary.
 

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The Rainbooms get acquainted with thier new Ammo Hound, who secretly answers to other powers...

Hineni17 said:
“So what’s the deal with the new girl?” asked Pinkie.

“Shimmer says she’s some kind of weapon smith.” Replied Rainbow. “Apparently she’s decided we can offer better protection than the other gangs, so she set up a workshop in the old pump house.”

“No, I mean what’s wrong with her face?” Pinkie mused.

“Uh, that’s a mask Pinkie,” Rainbow answered, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “Not everyone can stand your perfume.”

“But I’m not wearing any perfume…” Pinkie muttered to herself as Rainbow shook her head and walked off toward the Cesspit for a drink.

Pouches watched as the one called Pinkie stood blank-faced in the middle of the street for a few seconds.

“OHHhhh, you mean the chem sprayer!” Pinkie called out jovially before bounding down the street after Rainbow.

Pouches shook her head and smiled before continuing to unload the crates from her cart. Despite her initial misgivings, she was growing to like the band of misfits she’d been ordered to observe. There was something oddly comforting about the little world they’d built for themselves. Despite the general gloom and ever-present haze, the settlement seemed almost pleasant. In a way, she preferred it to the soaring architecture and stuffy rooms she’d spent most of her training in.

The settlement was a stark contrast to the hive above. It was carved out of the ruins of some rock-form buildings that Pouches wouldn’t be shocked to find were built before the hive itself was started. The straight lines and lack of gothic overtones were jarring to say the least, and the complete lack of anything even bordering on technological filled her mind with questions that would most-likely never be answered.

The building she’d chosen to call home was lovingly called the pump house, but was apparently some ancient form of fuel depot. The crumbling walls weren’t exactly secure, but the lingering smell of oils and metal reminded her of the battle cruiser she’d spent much of the last two years on. It sat directly across from the main watering hole, the Cesspit, and provided an excellent vantage point on the entire settlement.

The sound of footsteps halted Pouches’ thoughts. Instinctively she palmed the small needler on her hip and spun to face the door.

“You getting settled in alright?” Shimmer asked, stepping through the open doorway.

“Absolutely!” Pouches answered, relaxing her arm and sliding the pistol back into its hiding place. “You’ve got quite the interesting cast of characters here. I just hope I can earn my keep.”

“Keep your head down, the weapons in shape and the magazines full, and you should be fine,” Shimmer said. “Any credits you make are yours to keep as long as my girls are top priority. Hell, you might even learn to love it here.”

“Not a problem,” Pouches replied. “I’m sure I’ll learn quite a bit.”
 

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Our resident Genestealer Cult, The Pride of the 4-Armed Hive Killer, has been mixing it up with rival cults and Escher's. Here is the first story:

SEPatriarch said:
“Sir Klupazor, how much longer, hissssssss, do we have to stay in the wastes, Hissssssss?” asked Vegleto. Not much longer, hisssssssss. I predict three, hissssss, more days. Do you think the hive fleet, hisssssss, will ever come? asked Vegletto asked as he gazed up through the clouds of pollution covering the stars from view. It is unclear as of now. The further we, hissssssss, go, the less we feel the, hissssss, will of the Patriarch, exclaimed Klupazor. Again the Adept spoke, “Ready the Jackals! We, hissssss, arrive at Hive Primus in three days!
Don’t you just love how we escaped that wretched Secundus, asked Givrosm, one of the neophytes. Yeah! I love how it started with a big bang, responded Crerishi…

(Three weeks earlier)

Almost done here… alright get back! Click, Kaboom! Vroom, vroom, vroom! Hoorah! Heavy stubber now screamed Klupazor. K-kow, K-kow, k-kow! The rounds flew downrange as they burst through the blockade surrounding Hive Secundus.

(Present Day on the Outskirts of Hive Primus)

Weapons ready! I sense a gang with hostile intentions, at least 6 of them, exclaimed Klupazor. Ugh, already? Complained Givrosm. Vegletto, left Flank! Hisssss, Givrosm, and Trekragor, hissssss, right flank! Klupazor issued his orders as the hissing escaping from his mouth seemed to increase in intensity. Vegletto hissed slightly as he glanced at the Genestealer Familiar by his side. What is it Rikiwas? Just then he felt a sense of danger and ducked just as a krak grenade flew over his head. Grenade Launcher! yelled Vegletto. As he ran for cover, another krak greande from the drunken Escher flew past him barely missing. All of a sudden there was a hive tremor and one of the Escher fell through a hole which had opened up at her feet. She disappeared into the blackness. Looks like the hive is on our side today boys! Laughed Suvruzor. In the course of the battle, the cult advanced as if all of one mind, faster than the Escher could see, sticking to the shadows. They injected fear into the Escher as Vegleto charged one who appeared so drunk she barely reacted until it was too late. Vegleto’s rock drill roared to life and she was gone in an instant. The scared Escher ran for the hills, retreating back to the safety of their settlement. It was a good start for Pride of The 4-Armed hive Killer. They had established a base of operations to further spread their gene seed on Necromunda.

As described in the first chapter Givrosm’s book, “First Days in Primus”.
Pictures from the Battle between The Disciples of Gray and The Pride... check out that classic terrain!


After Action report:

EelBeater said:
Well, Disciples of Gray slaughtered the Pride of the Encroaching 4-armed Hive Killer. It started out bad for the Disciples as heavy stubber Tim took 4 his from a seismic cannon and a subsequent 9 inch fall. Amazingly enough after 3 injury dice he went OOA with only being knocked out cold! That turned the tide and the Pride went down with a total 4 OOA and 1 glorious death. Unfortunately it was the rock drill and it was lost forever... Poor ++SEPatriarch++.
 
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The Iron Eagles performed a sabotage on Factorum Ossa at the Generatorum. It was like shooting rats in a barrel...

Battle report from the Orlock perspective:

Raven911 said:
Iron Eagles, Game three, fight for the Generatorium.

Gang leader Norris had heard that the local Cawdor gang, a mob calling themselves the Factorem Ossa, had taken several casualties in a previous scrap with another gang and had tried to hole up in the generatorium. He figured it would be a good time to hit them while they were weak and push them out of the power plant before they could consolidate their numbers there.

he and his gang snuck up into the power dome and spotted what they had come for. The cawdor had posted 4 guards around the main power transformer to protect it. The guards looked bored. One was having trouble keeping the candles that he wore on his head lit. another was busy duct taping his gun together. Norris smirked at the scene, what was it that esher girl he had dated years ago called them, candleabras? The name fit. Norris wondered what had ever happened to her. She was amazing in the sack, but equally crazy. The short lived relationship ended when she tried to stab him over a discussion on where to eat.

The Iron Eagles split up and moved in from the south and south east. They took cover in some crates and prepared their ambush. Just then, one of the guards decided to walk over to where three of the Eagles were hiding. He rounded the corner and came face to face with Segall, Schwarzenegger, and Dudikoff. The guard screamed an alert and tried to go for his holstered pistol, but Dudikoff beat him to the punch and put a autogun burst into him, knocking him off his feet.

"Oh well" though Norris, " we were never very good with stealth anyway". "HIT EM HARD BOYS!" He yelled.

"DOLPH!" Norris yelled. "TAKE OUT THAT POWER TRANSFORMER!"

"I thought you would never ask!" Dolph smiled at he drew a bead on the humming target. He squeezed the trigger on his beloved heavy bolter "Chopper", and stream of high explosive bolt rounds slammed into the Transformer, shredding the outer housing and causing the equipment to explode.

Norris drew a bead on a cawdor ganger and dropped him with a shot from his boltgun.The cawdor reinforcements were coming with their heavy weapons from north west. Ganger Bien was covering his brothers when all of a sudden he was hit in the back from a sneaky little cowdor sentry that had snuck up behind him. The blast from the gangers blunderbuss had knocked him down but had surprisingly not injured him. Bien jumped up and put a autogun burst in the cawdors chest. The ganger collapsed face down in a growing puddle of blood.

Bien kicked the downed ganger in the head as he ran past.

The Eagles withdrew, having achieved their objective and leaving several cawdor down and out.
And from Factorem Ossa's point of view, along with an account of their battle against Mary Jane and the Spiders in the Needle Ways:

Jacob Dryearth said:
Finally, victory! Factorme Ossa had driven some Escher calling themselves Mary Jane and the Spiders out of the needle ways. It was a brutal close range firefight in darkened decrepit tunnels. Vargus bravely charged the Escher line, felling one of their champions, and miraculously surviving a krak grenade blast with minor injuries.


“I want you all to memorize these crawl spaces which the Emperor has been so kind to gift us with” intoned Vargus. “We shall strike from below, encircle and eliminate the heathens.”


But first they needed to redirect some power to the air scrubbers and access hatch cogitators within the needle ways. Jorriff was off training his rats, he had taken to strapping smoke grenades to them to confound enemy snipers.


“Jobs done,” beamed Moufles as he slammed the panel door of the generatorum cooling unit’s control panel. “This oughta’ make navigatin’ dem tunnels a bit simp.” The rest of the crew had been stationed here to watch over the tinker as he did the rewiring.”Now for some R&R.” The crew dispersed about the area, enjoying their leisure time; exploring the area, looking for choice pieces of scrap, and tossing a rat leather hive-ball back and forth.


“Maz! You shoulda seen ol’ Tockon the ‘oer day, blasted one o’ dem zombos real good ‘e did!” bragged Snood to the newest inductee. “How’d it feel eh?” the juve gestured inquisitively at the haggered ganger. Tockton shrugged his shoulders and released a heavy sign “Felt good, not good ‘nuff. I’ll send 10 to Sump for each o’ me kin slain” he vowed in his usual raspy monotone.


“Oi, quiet you lot,” warned Moufles. “I ‘ear sumptin.” The tinker pocketing his handmade tools and wandered from the group. Seconds later the whole place lit up with gunfire. Bullets peppered the ground next to Snood as he dove for cover. “Get down, Down!” shouted Moufles. Orlock ambushers darted from column to column, while a third rushed into the midst of Factorem Ossa and blasted Tockton and Hennin with a torrent of shredder shotgun rounds. Hennin crawled away clutching his bloody chest, when out of the corner of his eye he caught another group of Orlocks. The distinctive “ka-chunk, ka-chunk” of a heavy bolter filled the air as the cooling unit erupted in a shower of sparks and shrapnel.


Coifus rounded a corner behind the enemy’s main line shouting “Orlocks! Orlocks!” but his warning was too late, all he managed to do was draw attention to himself as he let loose a blast of purgation shot from his blunderbuss. Several seconds later Hoytt, Ottuc, and Caban emerged from the building they had been roasting milliasaur-kebabs in and started laying down suppressive fire, Caban’s crossbow showering the area with explosive tipped quarrels. Snood charged around the corner at the shotgun wielder, axe ready and stubgun blazing. Just as he was about to engage the odious Orlock, another jumped atop of a crate just behind Snood’s target. The foe leveled a drum barrel autopistol his way. Just then Tockton leaped to his feet, placing himself between Snood and the Orlock, and taking the bullets meant for Snood.


Then, as suddenly as they had appeared, the Orlocks vanished, their mission accomplished. Moufles spat between labored breaths, “you’d think they was Dalaque the way ‘em creeped up on us!’ Snood rushed over to Tockton and propped him up against the stack or crates his would be assassin had perched upon.


“Tockton, can you ‘ear me!” Asked Snood. “Aye,” mumbled the grizzled man, his lifeblood draining. “You know... you remind me of me boy,” he whispered, as he closed his eyes for the last time.


Caban sprinted up to the flaming generatorum cooling unit amidst the rest of the crew. “Can’t stay. Might return. Main camp, now!” The others didn’t question his abbreviated instructions, this place wasn’t worth defending.
 

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Two Escher gangs brought their rubber bullets and Nerf bats for some sparing over the Narco Den. Seriously, everybody either missed of failed to wound the whole game!

Hineni17 said:
A quick summary of PBKWMatt and Myself's Escher battle.
Hineni17 said:
Two misses at point blank with a shotgun, 6 misses with my shock whip
 

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The Ashlanders internal strife boils over, and secrets are revealed...

Diggitydug said:
Ashlanders Chapter two.

The electric lights flickered in the cold white rooms of the abandoned medical facility. The Ashlanders had found the tunnels to an abandoned dome deep in the underhive. It was crammed full of bits of technology that Scrap-Iron kept pulling out and squeaking over in her high pitched voice. For a while it seemed like they were living a charmed life.

Till it all went horribly wrong. Watersinger and Greydawn were yelling from the room next door.

"I told you you shouldn't have trusted them! No hive-roach can be trusted. They only care for what filth they can pull together", yelled Watersinger, their spiritual guide, and waterwitch. Her favor with the God of Ash had brought them to this place.

"How could I have known?". Yelled back Greydawn, their leader. "And I remember you blessing the plan at the time. Why didn't your visions warn you?", he snapped back.

"I am the BLESSED of MALAL, the God of ASH!", Watersinger argued back. "He grants his vision only to those who are strong... not those who follow fools!"

"You are not the only one blessed by Malal!", Greydawn yelled back "I didn't ask for this! The other seers chose me to lead."

"Then perhaps you should start!"

The two continued, their voices bouncing around the inside of the dilapidated metal corridors.

They had met an Esher Gang "The Spiders", at the local trading post. The eschers had seemed friendly enough. They all took a liking to Greydawn with his blond curls and his bright blue eyes. They kept joking with taking him back as good breeder stock, if he would only behave himself.

That brought up the conversations about excher males, and their unwantedness. Graydawn proposed a deal. Walks-the-path had discovered a mushroom forest, in a tunnel behind some cooling vents. Greydawn would show them where it was, but he wanted the male young-lings of the Eshers to return with him to the ash wastes.

It was a reasonable deal. A valuable commodity traded for a relatively unwanted one. The esher's leader Mary Jane, hashed out the details with Greydawn and Watersinger. An hour later they spat in their hands and shook.
But the deal had gone bad.

They had shown The Spiders the location of the mushroom forest. It wasnt huge, only a few rooms, but it was enough. On the way back to the tranding post, The Spiders turned on them.

It was an ambush. Without Greydawn barking orders they would have all been killed. Davon, the ganger they had pulled out of the rubble in their first fight, wanted to join with them. In an effort to prove themself to the team he had gone down to negotiate alongside Greydawn. It had earned him a stub bullet between the eyes.

They had put up a good fight. But a Spider had sneaked around behind them and put a plasma pistol into Finds-the-path's back. Grey dawn had watched in horror as their tracker had fallen well over fifty feet into the trashpiles below. With that, Greydawn signaled a retreat. The Eshers did the same.
Somehow, Finds-the-path had lived.

Back in the other room, Blaze looked down at her patient. She had been caring for Walks-the-path for the last few days. "You will need to keep him bandaged and hydrated apprentice", said Coldsight, her mentor."

"But Coldsight, how do I do that?. Walks-the-path never removes his ash-suit. I have never seen him without his mask."

Coldsight reached down and touched the sleeping Ashlander's hood. "Walks-the-path has been part of the tribe since before I was born. Who knows why he hides his face. He has his reasons. Respect his privacy. You will figure out a way."

Later that night, as everyone was asleep, Walks-walks-the-path awoke. "Water.." he whispered. "water...".

Blaze groggily got up, and walked over and poured him a cup from the filtrator Scrap-Iron had made. Stumbling back in the dark, she sat on Walks-the-paths's cot. She held out the cup to him, but he was too weak to take it.

"I don't know how to give this too you... " Blase whispered. "Your going to have to take your mask off to drink."

Walks-the-path-shook his head negatively.

"Id leave it with you, but you cant do it on your own." She held the cup in front of his lens covered eyes.

Walks-the-path shook his head negatively again.

"Look everyone is asleep! Its dark! No one else will see. I don't care if your a mutie. I don't care if you are ugly! If you don't drink you will die!"

Walks the path just lay there, breathing raggedly, expressionless behind the dark grey lenses of his ash suit.

"Look will it help you if I tell you a secret of my own? Something you can hold over me?" She watched him for a response. Finding none she leaned in next to his ear.

"When we were waiting for the Prentiship Ceremony, they had me in Watersinger's tent, waiting to appear before the elders. I had to GO!. Watersinger didn't have a pot in her whole tent! Who lives like that? And I couldn't make a puddle on the floor!. So I... " She looked around and whispered back into his ear. "I made water in her sacred pool".

Walks the path was still for a second... and then he began to shake.. It was a silent laughter that shook him in the darkness. Each laugh made him grunt in pain. "And then when she came back to get me! She said 'I have to purify myself'.. and she.. she washed her hands in it. And her face..."

Walks the path let out a heaving grunt, and held up a weak had to signal "no more".

The two giggled in the darkness.

"She would whip the skin from my legs if she found out, even today. So.. you know.. its alright. I promise I wont tell anyone. Come on.. you will die!" She shook the cup in his face making sloshing noises.

Walks the path looked up at her. "You must not tell.. they.. would not understand..."

Blase nodded in agreement and reached back and slowly unhooked the seals of his Ashsuit. She didn't know what she was expecting. She thought he may have been deformed, or burned in a toxin-pool or something. A mutie? Scales? But all her theories did not prepare her for the truth.

As Walks-the-paths mask came off, it revealed a face of uncanny handsomeness. His short hair was as red as blood, and his skin the purest of white. His high cheekbones set off two dark eyes. But it was his ears. His leaf shaped ears, that swept high up the side of his head and ended in fine points. Blaze held the cup to his lips, and Walks-the-path drank slowly and carefully.

"Shea nudh Asuryanish ereintha Asuryanat", he whispered when he was done.

Blaze helped him slide his ash-suit mask back on. "You sleep now". She said. "It was too dark in here anyway. I didn't see nothin'".
 

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The Rainbooms spend some hard earned creds at the local trade Guild armorer.

Hineni17 said:
“What kind of armor is this? I’ve never seen anything like it.” Shimmer was studying her reflection in the vendor’s full length mirror, a suit of black, shell-like armor held up in front of her. She held the suit against her as she twisted and turned, imagining what she would look like wearing the close-fitting suit.

“Carapace armor.” Replied the vendor. “It’s perfectly designed to go over an armored under suit or body glove, which I believe I might also ha….”

The man’s voice trailed off as the lithe form of Luna stepped out of the large crate behind him that acted as a changing room.

“Hey Shim, look what I found! Can I keep it?” asked Luna optimistically. She was dressed neck-to-toe in a skin-tight black bodysuit that left very little to the imagination.

“Let me guess,” Shimmer asked through gritted teeth, her right eye twitching slightly. “That’s the only one you have, isn’t it?”

“Unfortunately yes,” answered the vendor. “But, I’m sure I’ll run across another one eventually.”

“Luna, you do realize your sister’s going to be pissed when she finds out you were spending her cut of the loot while she was busy.” Shimmer stated flatly.

“Serves her right for drawing the short straw,” replied Luna as she stretched and contorted herself, testing the limits of the suit.

Shimmer sighed and reached into her jacket for the sack of bounty credits she’d gotten from the guilders in town. At least they wouldn’t go home empty handed, she thought as she absentmindedly tossed the sack onto the vendor’s table and stepped into the crate.
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Behind her the vendor carefully collected the sack of credits, and made his way into the wagon behind his shop. It had been a good day. The tip had been a good one. Not only was the stash exactly where the girl had said, but he’d sold every bit of it in minutes.

“You certainly didn’t waste much time selling that equipment, did you.”

The vendor spun sharply to his right, drawing the ornate plasma pistol from the holster hidden under his cloak and pointing it toward the voice’s source.

“If I’d wanted you dead,” came the whisper in his ear. “The only thing you’d have heard was your last breath escaping your lungs.”

“W..w..what do y..you want..from me?” stuttered the vendor.

“Exclusivity.” Hissed the voice behind him. “You follow my instructions, you don’t ask questions, and you make a lot of credits.”

“And, if I d..don’t?” asked the vendor.

“Then you’ll never hear me again.”

The vendor shivered uncontrollably as he stumbled across to the small cot in the far corner of the wagon. Perhaps good day was a bit too strong.
 

Jacob Dryearth

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PBKWMatt said:
The wrecking crew just hit the hive. We are coming to crush souls.
So one player has had so many battles he decided to start a backup gang so as to not get too far ahead with his Escher.

The Wrecking Crew has battled The Pride, and The Disciples in quick succession. Someone should do something about all these cults infiltrating Queen's Dome...

Here is what are supposedly pictures from their battle with The Pride, but those sneaky genestealer cultist once again elude photography! And I swear those Golaiths were posing and flexing for the cameras...

They take the Drinking Hole but lost the Gambling Den. Boy do these new guys like to party!
PBKWMatt said:
The Wrecking Crew limp home after being outmatched in a 6 second battle. Carrying the Dead body of their new little dumper, they go off to the Drinking Hole to drown their sorrows.

OMG that was the worst 1 turn game ever. 3 out of action on the first turn... and bottled. LOL
Generous though:

PBKWMatt said:
The Drinking Hole is NOW OPEN!
The Wrecking Crew invites all of you scum to come down and take a free drink on Us!
 
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