There was a mist in the area below the hive. A man had come to cold wet and soggy part. It was a tiring area to be in. Everywhere people walked there was a mess in the bars, the holesteads and very few gambling dens. People had found a new Archeotech Horde. People were fighting over it. Rumours were about that there was enough to make credits into gold.
The children were tired and then huddled together, something was strange about this Necromunda weather and drips became pouring acid rain. Some people huddled by the fires. Hired guns came as the newer prospectors became rich and strong. They were like flies to a flooded well.
Two men were talking about the first man, outside a lonely bar. A wyrd he was thought to be, one of those illegals. They sat their two old scum. They had a dream, to live on forever, rich and plentiful. New gangs had come, and they had follow them. They only ate and drunk what they could afford, saving a couple of credits. And they had worked for Outlanders. Secretly they called an old gang they used to know, a powerful Redemptionist gang.
After some years of fighting, or was it just a year, time was different, all the watches had stopped. And the innocent were being beaten. The poor were being picked on. Their gangs turned to outlaw activities. And then the Redemptionists came in with force, like a sickle and a star from some other world. They demanded tribute. And they got it from the more middle class, who had locked themselves in. And one of these scum, allied with the Redemption. And the other was his spy.
The first person, called Old Shore, had lived their before the Archeotech Horde was found. He was a bounty hunter, and had a lazy eye. He had short legs. And kicked like a horse, toughened and trained in law and psychometrics. He could assess what the new people were doing. And he feared they would work the hive into collapse. It was a terrifying time to be alive, in the oppressive wetlands of dome Elon.
"Reports are coming in." said the first scum.
"They found the reason for the cult infection." said the secret Redemption of the mic.
"Yes it is over here." said the second scum.
He made a witness report live on the air show. He wanted to be a bounty hunter. The other just wanted to kill anyone forever. The Redemption were paying well. And people were excited to hear they had flamed other person with the flaming pods attached to the weaponry. Brutal was their attack. And they were poweful.
Two Spyrer gangs followed, they had to get this Bounty Hunter, working for the Delaque.
Three Ratskin gangs folllowed, and hired a scum and a wyrd. The beastmaster wyrd took control of some ripperjacks, and their was great loss of life.
Then a telepath wyrd arrived. And a telekinetic wyrd. Working for the Redemptionists. They had to find this bounty hunter, for the Delaques had hidden. If they went for the guilders like some others, they were gone forever. Lots of rumours, not a lot of facts. And the sludge pooring down became think and depressing, just as the acid rain had been.
The Bounty Hunter left them too it. And was blamed for an uprising of aliens and Outlanders in the area. The place ruined. The bounty hunter called Old Shore, called Pabbie Old Shore really, gave up his retirement to spread his wings and travel the domes. He walked careful as he did in that acid rain in his youth, dodging the bullets sometimes from people testing their weapons outside the trading posts.
Sooner or later he found himself craving things, and would use his solid lawyer skills, to defend himself and buy what he needed. He lived as a trader in a quite holestead, and made good money. Then he swapped in his mesh armour for a bio-booster and used some cheap leaf to smoke with his recaff. He had a reputation unfounded. And he found his real faith, that only the God-Emperor really knew the truth of someones life.
In his depression he did not see those two stalking scum follow him. And it was a life of being defamed and stalked. For the two scum, never became Bounty Hunters and always followed him for they had nothing left no fun to do, having sold their souls to Slaanesh to rape him.
One day a huge war, broke out the hive above paid for a purge of fifty thousand domes. In the end the famous were being watched and Pabbie Shore, went to kill the people who had follow him his whole life, killed his friends, and blamed him for killing his lovely wife.
The purge lasted for a year, non stop money and casualties. The rich got rich, and some people paid their dues. And when tax day came around, a smoking gun shot was found in these two scum who were crazy and in love. And had a child who ruled a gang, that was declared outlawed. An old Cawdor gang it was.
"Funny, they always thought I was Cawdor, since that horride time in my young days." said Old Shore to himself.
He ambushed their leader, and nearly destroyed him, a little faster and a little higher leadership. The Arbiters required him to come in later and get a desk job at least. In the administration, they would tolerate his leaf smoking, provide the recaff, if he helped with things.
He said no, and dealt with this gang nearly solo, that had grown up with stories that he was an evil alien nutcase, because of their ancient rich scum.
The End
Signing out
*Message repeats around the domes* Warning horns blare "
House Deleque requires respect in the dome of the Underhive" *message repeats, broken by a half cough*
The children were tired and then huddled together, something was strange about this Necromunda weather and drips became pouring acid rain. Some people huddled by the fires. Hired guns came as the newer prospectors became rich and strong. They were like flies to a flooded well.
Two men were talking about the first man, outside a lonely bar. A wyrd he was thought to be, one of those illegals. They sat their two old scum. They had a dream, to live on forever, rich and plentiful. New gangs had come, and they had follow them. They only ate and drunk what they could afford, saving a couple of credits. And they had worked for Outlanders. Secretly they called an old gang they used to know, a powerful Redemptionist gang.
After some years of fighting, or was it just a year, time was different, all the watches had stopped. And the innocent were being beaten. The poor were being picked on. Their gangs turned to outlaw activities. And then the Redemptionists came in with force, like a sickle and a star from some other world. They demanded tribute. And they got it from the more middle class, who had locked themselves in. And one of these scum, allied with the Redemption. And the other was his spy.
The first person, called Old Shore, had lived their before the Archeotech Horde was found. He was a bounty hunter, and had a lazy eye. He had short legs. And kicked like a horse, toughened and trained in law and psychometrics. He could assess what the new people were doing. And he feared they would work the hive into collapse. It was a terrifying time to be alive, in the oppressive wetlands of dome Elon.
"Reports are coming in." said the first scum.
"They found the reason for the cult infection." said the secret Redemption of the mic.
"Yes it is over here." said the second scum.
He made a witness report live on the air show. He wanted to be a bounty hunter. The other just wanted to kill anyone forever. The Redemption were paying well. And people were excited to hear they had flamed other person with the flaming pods attached to the weaponry. Brutal was their attack. And they were poweful.
Two Spyrer gangs followed, they had to get this Bounty Hunter, working for the Delaque.
Three Ratskin gangs folllowed, and hired a scum and a wyrd. The beastmaster wyrd took control of some ripperjacks, and their was great loss of life.
Then a telepath wyrd arrived. And a telekinetic wyrd. Working for the Redemptionists. They had to find this bounty hunter, for the Delaques had hidden. If they went for the guilders like some others, they were gone forever. Lots of rumours, not a lot of facts. And the sludge pooring down became think and depressing, just as the acid rain had been.
The Bounty Hunter left them too it. And was blamed for an uprising of aliens and Outlanders in the area. The place ruined. The bounty hunter called Old Shore, called Pabbie Old Shore really, gave up his retirement to spread his wings and travel the domes. He walked careful as he did in that acid rain in his youth, dodging the bullets sometimes from people testing their weapons outside the trading posts.
Sooner or later he found himself craving things, and would use his solid lawyer skills, to defend himself and buy what he needed. He lived as a trader in a quite holestead, and made good money. Then he swapped in his mesh armour for a bio-booster and used some cheap leaf to smoke with his recaff. He had a reputation unfounded. And he found his real faith, that only the God-Emperor really knew the truth of someones life.
In his depression he did not see those two stalking scum follow him. And it was a life of being defamed and stalked. For the two scum, never became Bounty Hunters and always followed him for they had nothing left no fun to do, having sold their souls to Slaanesh to rape him.
One day a huge war, broke out the hive above paid for a purge of fifty thousand domes. In the end the famous were being watched and Pabbie Shore, went to kill the people who had follow him his whole life, killed his friends, and blamed him for killing his lovely wife.
The purge lasted for a year, non stop money and casualties. The rich got rich, and some people paid their dues. And when tax day came around, a smoking gun shot was found in these two scum who were crazy and in love. And had a child who ruled a gang, that was declared outlawed. An old Cawdor gang it was.
"Funny, they always thought I was Cawdor, since that horride time in my young days." said Old Shore to himself.
He ambushed their leader, and nearly destroyed him, a little faster and a little higher leadership. The Arbiters required him to come in later and get a desk job at least. In the administration, they would tolerate his leaf smoking, provide the recaff, if he helped with things.
He said no, and dealt with this gang nearly solo, that had grown up with stories that he was an evil alien nutcase, because of their ancient rich scum.
The End
Signing out
*Message repeats around the domes* Warning horns blare "
House Deleque requires respect in the dome of the Underhive" *message repeats, broken by a half cough*