The slave workers at the warehouse were to cause some troubles though!
First the Wyrd hired to control the rat problem got more than he bargained for, when Ratlings Stabbit, Grabbit and Runferit charged straight intohim - he was taken out in short order, though the alarm was raised.
Sarah took a hit on the way, flopping onto the sofa for a brief rest to recover her composure. They then began undoing the incredibly tightly torqued bolts holding the sofa down... Unfortunately two Pitslaves saw them and came rushing over to intervene, and despite his brave efforts, Stabbit the Ratling succumbed to their onslaught.
Before Sarah brutally took the other out. In the background, Thulsa had decided to call it quits and bottled, and the remaining Sarahs mopped up the wounded and downed pitslaves - kicking one down a hole in the floor, and coup-de-gras ing a few injured in the earlier firefight.
This left Jareth and the Sarahs in peace before the next warehouse shift began - they undid the bolts and legged it back to the Ratling Court...
End of game one.
Thulsa's crew - bottled
Pitslaves - wiped out (Ardavion couldn't bottle as he was the defender of the raid)
13 Hour Club - victory - stole the loot, a beautiful soft comfortable sofa, fit to be the Ratling King's throne!
Stabbit, Grabbit and Runferit lured one of the guards away before viciously mobbing him. Two Sarahs tried gunning down a second, but despite their best efforts they charged over to intervene.
Across at the other site, the Pitslave night shift had realised the sofa pinching menace was around, and probed the area. Unfortunately for them the leader of B shift was... You guessed it... Shot then eaten by a rat.
The rest of them fled to fight another day after a brief firefight.
As luck would have it, and despite some brutal hand to hand, the entire remainder of Thulsa's crew turned up and headed straight for Jareth's raiders - 8 Vs 3.
Establishing that, in a crisis, absence of body is preferable to presence of mind, he bravely ran away back to the supposed safety of the Ratling Court.
End of Game 2:
Thulsa's Crew - victory! Though rumor has it the nobilite were less than impressed with his wig - fashions change fast in the upper echelons of the Hive and big ornate hair is SO seven hours and twenty six minutes ago!
Pitslaves - bottled after key losses.
13 Hour Club - voluntary bottle to bring on the finale.
The B-shift pitslaves approached from one side, Thulsa's things from the other. Boss Sarah was first to see Thulsa's crew approach - and promptly downed one with an accurate blast from her plasma pistol.
Upon seeing a comrade fall directly in front of them, three of Thulsa's crew - including the leader (called, oddly enough, Sarah!) bolted back to cover.
Firing began at the Pitslave side with a well thrown frag grenade giving the Pitslave leader something to think about, but not downing him. The slaves had good cover to approach though, a luxury not available to Thulsa's crew, who were taking heavy stubber fire whenever someone popped round the door frame.
Chainsword Sarah and Juve Sarah sallied forth as Thulsa's bunch of miscreants tried to sneak up the wall instead, the plucky Juve swinging her flail and taking out a ganger whilst chainsword Sarah began what would become a rampage of close combat brutality, first taking down another ganger.
Meanwhile, the pitslaves had closed... Unfortunately for their leader, he ran directly into a Manstopper round - going directly out of action, he didn't suffer the ignominy of being coup-de-grased by a Rat this time.
The other slaves did better, rushing the defenders from behind a shipping container full of expired Hive Guys buns on their way to be re-labelled as fresh YakBaps.
Jareth, sensing things weren't going quite to plan, began to sidle towards the more resilient side of the battle, just in time to hear the chugging heavy stubber fall silent, it's belt of ammunition consumed.
A bullet from a pitslaves clipped Jareth - the first time in any of the games anybody had had the temerity - the downright gall! - to sully his presence by actually shooting at him! The barefaced cheek of it!
Only his pride was injured, but it did pin him as he bravely backed into a corner...
Using his secondary power successfully for the one and only time, he blipped through the wall and legged it, followed by Toby the Caryatid.
His theatrics were missed though, as the pitslaves were busy dismembering the final two members of Thulsa's crew, winning the game and, in the cyclical nature of these things, reclaiming the precious Sofa of the Ratling King.