Campaign starting in Vienna, Austria 19th Sat. I'll post battle reports here.
[Vienna] Campaign starting 19th Jan
- Thread starter COLBOURNE
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Campaign starts! to get everyone in the mood, here's some background fluff on a juve getting recruited to my Goliath Gang, "The Maniax"
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The Naming
He stood hunched in the middle of the disused chem-vat, body aching. The caustic solution had long ago evaporated in the Dome's hot, stale air, leaving a white-grey powder that covered his heavy industrial boots in fine chemical dust. Large by normal human standards, both in height and muscle mass, the product of synth-food and growth stimms, he was still small compared to the six crudely hooded and robed figures standing in a rough circle on the wide yellow-and-black striped rim of the vat. And big though those six were, they in turn stood a head shorter than the man standing in the vat with him, hooded and robed like the others. Vasko the Killer, boss of the Maniax gang, of the House Goliath. The gang-boss stood on a crude raised platform made of empty barrels, ammo crates and a thick sheet of grating ripped from the floor of the Underhive specifically for the purpose. Vasko was huge, robes barely covering the bulk of his hyped-up, 'roided musculature, and although the platform was a solid structure, it still creaked alarmingly whenever he shifted his weight. The gang-boss's voice was huge to match:
"Serial Number 067-673022, born of vat RY-400-38!" Vasko's voice echoed around the vat, bouncing off the admantium walls. "You stand before us, havin' passed the Three Tests!"
067-673022 stood a little straighter, or tried to, but his body still ached from the third test. A surge of pride coursed through his body. His own robe of crude red cloth, scratched his skin and caught on the dried blood that covered the wounds on his chest and shoulders. 067-673022 thought back to the initiation tests. The first test had been easy, a simple test of brute strength. Chop through a solid girder with a renderiser, then knock a hundred bolts through steel panels with a powerhammer. No trouble there, it was something that any vat-born worker of House Goliath could do.
The second test...more challenging, but still no real problem for a member of House Goliath. Scragging a hiver. He'd picked a passing maintainence worker, probably tithed for life to one of the other Houses that were slowly clearing areas of the newly discovered Helsreach Dome. The man had been wearing some sort of chem-protection suit with a full re-breather mask, oblivious to 067-673022 tracking him through the dome. When he finally pounced, 067-673022 had been amused to see the man's eyes, wide with terror, behind the plexi-glass visor as 067-673022 grabbed him around the throat. The tithe-serf had tried to put up a brief fight, but soon succumbed to 067-673022's fists. The body had drifted off down a small stream of chemical pollutants, lost to the Underhive, although perhaps one of the scavenger gangs further downstream would pick the body up and pass it on to the Corpse Guild for a small profit.
"Havin' passed the Three Tests, you is now in the Maniax!" Vasko's voice boomed again. 067-673022's thoughts returned to the present, and he tried to hold his body upright. Shallow dishes of burning promenthium cast shadowy flickers against the vat's walls and the blue flames reflected off of Vasko's armour. 067-673022 was beginning to feel dizzy. He must have been hit harder than he thought.
"All there is now is the Naming!" The gang-boss reached behind him and brought out a massive heavy bladed axe head, welded onto the shaft of a power hammer. It had been many shift-cycles since Vasko himself had been a newly recruited Juve, but he still kept - and used - the vicious brute cleaver he had picked as his first weapon when he had become a gang member. No guns for Vasko back then, running with the Bonejackers gang, just hacking and slashing up close. Most of the Bonejackers were gone now, dead or crippled following the great Cawdor uprising in Valatrix Dome. Not that Vasko cared, he'd survived and prospered, gaining a fearsome reputation and the right to form his own gang. Holding the weapon in his outstretched arm, Vasko motioned for 067-673022 to put his hand on the blade. 067-673022 did so, but a throbbing pain pulsed along his bruised arm. Broken bone mebbe?
That third test had been harder. A minute of bare knuckle fighting with each of the other six Maniax gangers, six minutes of pain in all, Vasko sitting on a bulkhead watching for any weakness. Even now 067-673022 wasn't sure he remembered all of it. Murder and displays of brute strength were all well and good. But going up against six Goliaths at once, that was tough. No wonder less than one aspirant in fifteen made it into the Maniax. He'd put up solid resistance against Hrud, and had landed a couple of good blows on Bazza, but Jaxx had nearly broken his jaw, and things had gone hazy after that. 067-673022's tongue probed the broken stubs of teeth in his jaw. Syko, the bastard, had gone on for an extra ten seconds, knocking out a handful of 067-673022's teeth, and cracking a rib. The ganger was well named, stimmed up to the limits of his body, wild eyed behind his skull mask as he landed blow after blow, fast and solid. A complete psychopath, even by the standards of the Underhive. Even now 067-673022 could see Syko, out of the corner of his eye, cackling quietly to himself and twitching as he came down from the chem-stimm cocktail high that had flooded his veins for the past three shift-cycles.
"I Vasko, gang-boss of the Maniax take you in the gang and give you your True Name! No longer will you be known as 067-673022,born of vat RY-400-38. Let all here witness this Naming. From this day forward I decide you will be known as...."
This was it, the moment 067-673022 had been waiting for. A True Name and final acceptance into the Maniax. The pain would be worth it, to run with the gang and be known by a True Name, not a serial number. He would no longer be one of the massed worker-drones of House Goliath, but instead would live to further the aims of the House as it staked its claim on Helsreach Dome. Who knows, one day, he could even have a gang of his own, just like Vasko....but first, he needed a name.
"Runt!"
The name echoed around the chem-vat as Vasko shouted it out. A second later the other Maniax chanted the name, over and over, the name bouncing off of the walls of the gang's hideaway.
Runt! 067-673022 - no, not that number anymore, but Runt - finally fell to his knees, a Maniax ganger at last. A Name! A Name of his own, one to cherish as he rose to glory for the House Goliath. Runt let his bruised and exhausted body surrender to darkness, the chanting of his name fading into silence
"Runt! Runt! Runt! Runt..."
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The Naming
He stood hunched in the middle of the disused chem-vat, body aching. The caustic solution had long ago evaporated in the Dome's hot, stale air, leaving a white-grey powder that covered his heavy industrial boots in fine chemical dust. Large by normal human standards, both in height and muscle mass, the product of synth-food and growth stimms, he was still small compared to the six crudely hooded and robed figures standing in a rough circle on the wide yellow-and-black striped rim of the vat. And big though those six were, they in turn stood a head shorter than the man standing in the vat with him, hooded and robed like the others. Vasko the Killer, boss of the Maniax gang, of the House Goliath. The gang-boss stood on a crude raised platform made of empty barrels, ammo crates and a thick sheet of grating ripped from the floor of the Underhive specifically for the purpose. Vasko was huge, robes barely covering the bulk of his hyped-up, 'roided musculature, and although the platform was a solid structure, it still creaked alarmingly whenever he shifted his weight. The gang-boss's voice was huge to match:
"Serial Number 067-673022, born of vat RY-400-38!" Vasko's voice echoed around the vat, bouncing off the admantium walls. "You stand before us, havin' passed the Three Tests!"
067-673022 stood a little straighter, or tried to, but his body still ached from the third test. A surge of pride coursed through his body. His own robe of crude red cloth, scratched his skin and caught on the dried blood that covered the wounds on his chest and shoulders. 067-673022 thought back to the initiation tests. The first test had been easy, a simple test of brute strength. Chop through a solid girder with a renderiser, then knock a hundred bolts through steel panels with a powerhammer. No trouble there, it was something that any vat-born worker of House Goliath could do.
The second test...more challenging, but still no real problem for a member of House Goliath. Scragging a hiver. He'd picked a passing maintainence worker, probably tithed for life to one of the other Houses that were slowly clearing areas of the newly discovered Helsreach Dome. The man had been wearing some sort of chem-protection suit with a full re-breather mask, oblivious to 067-673022 tracking him through the dome. When he finally pounced, 067-673022 had been amused to see the man's eyes, wide with terror, behind the plexi-glass visor as 067-673022 grabbed him around the throat. The tithe-serf had tried to put up a brief fight, but soon succumbed to 067-673022's fists. The body had drifted off down a small stream of chemical pollutants, lost to the Underhive, although perhaps one of the scavenger gangs further downstream would pick the body up and pass it on to the Corpse Guild for a small profit.
"Havin' passed the Three Tests, you is now in the Maniax!" Vasko's voice boomed again. 067-673022's thoughts returned to the present, and he tried to hold his body upright. Shallow dishes of burning promenthium cast shadowy flickers against the vat's walls and the blue flames reflected off of Vasko's armour. 067-673022 was beginning to feel dizzy. He must have been hit harder than he thought.
"All there is now is the Naming!" The gang-boss reached behind him and brought out a massive heavy bladed axe head, welded onto the shaft of a power hammer. It had been many shift-cycles since Vasko himself had been a newly recruited Juve, but he still kept - and used - the vicious brute cleaver he had picked as his first weapon when he had become a gang member. No guns for Vasko back then, running with the Bonejackers gang, just hacking and slashing up close. Most of the Bonejackers were gone now, dead or crippled following the great Cawdor uprising in Valatrix Dome. Not that Vasko cared, he'd survived and prospered, gaining a fearsome reputation and the right to form his own gang. Holding the weapon in his outstretched arm, Vasko motioned for 067-673022 to put his hand on the blade. 067-673022 did so, but a throbbing pain pulsed along his bruised arm. Broken bone mebbe?
That third test had been harder. A minute of bare knuckle fighting with each of the other six Maniax gangers, six minutes of pain in all, Vasko sitting on a bulkhead watching for any weakness. Even now 067-673022 wasn't sure he remembered all of it. Murder and displays of brute strength were all well and good. But going up against six Goliaths at once, that was tough. No wonder less than one aspirant in fifteen made it into the Maniax. He'd put up solid resistance against Hrud, and had landed a couple of good blows on Bazza, but Jaxx had nearly broken his jaw, and things had gone hazy after that. 067-673022's tongue probed the broken stubs of teeth in his jaw. Syko, the bastard, had gone on for an extra ten seconds, knocking out a handful of 067-673022's teeth, and cracking a rib. The ganger was well named, stimmed up to the limits of his body, wild eyed behind his skull mask as he landed blow after blow, fast and solid. A complete psychopath, even by the standards of the Underhive. Even now 067-673022 could see Syko, out of the corner of his eye, cackling quietly to himself and twitching as he came down from the chem-stimm cocktail high that had flooded his veins for the past three shift-cycles.
"I Vasko, gang-boss of the Maniax take you in the gang and give you your True Name! No longer will you be known as 067-673022,born of vat RY-400-38. Let all here witness this Naming. From this day forward I decide you will be known as...."
This was it, the moment 067-673022 had been waiting for. A True Name and final acceptance into the Maniax. The pain would be worth it, to run with the gang and be known by a True Name, not a serial number. He would no longer be one of the massed worker-drones of House Goliath, but instead would live to further the aims of the House as it staked its claim on Helsreach Dome. Who knows, one day, he could even have a gang of his own, just like Vasko....but first, he needed a name.
"Runt!"
The name echoed around the chem-vat as Vasko shouted it out. A second later the other Maniax chanted the name, over and over, the name bouncing off of the walls of the gang's hideaway.
Runt! 067-673022 - no, not that number anymore, but Runt - finally fell to his knees, a Maniax ganger at last. A Name! A Name of his own, one to cherish as he rose to glory for the House Goliath. Runt let his bruised and exhausted body surrender to darkness, the chanting of his name fading into silence
"Runt! Runt! Runt! Runt..."
Also general background fluff from the Campaign Manager:
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Geschichte bis jetzt: / Story sofar (English version below)
Der Krieg der Bestien tobt auf Vigilius. Mächtige Armeen prallen aufeinander und der Boden erzittert unter ihrer donnernden Wut, während die mächtige Bastion des Imperium Nihilus in Flammen steht.
Unbemerkt und versteckt mustert Vater Wurm seine Truppen. Das Schwarmbewusstsein spricht klarer denn je zu ihm, als erderschütternde Bombardements über Vigilius hinwegfegen und an den Grundsteinen des Planeten rütteln. Ankhar Tertius, Makropolis von Mega Borealis, ist reif für die Übernahme und die treuen Kinder von Vater Wurm sind bereit für seine Ziele ihr Leben in dem
Mahlstrom des Krieges zu geben. Andere sehen den Krieg auf Vigilius als willkommene Gelegenheit, alte Rechnungen - in den Tiefen von Ankhar Tertius - zu begleichen. Mit den meisten der
vorherrschenden Adeptus Mechanicus Kräften and den Frontlinien des Konfliktes, entflammen in der ganzen Makropole Gangkriege zwischen den rivaliserenden Häusern von Ankhar Tertius.
Die Nachkommen von gefangenen Gangern aus Necromunda wollen ihr Stück vom Kuchen, bevor die Feuer des Krieges Vigilius verschlingen.
"The War of the Beasts" is upon Vigilius. Armies clash in thunderous fury and the mighty bastion of the Imperium Nihilus is engulfed in ravaging flames. Unseen and hidden for centuries, Father Worm musters his Troops. The hive mind, speaks clearer to him, as earthshaking bombardments shake the very foundations of Vigilius. Ankhar Tertius, a Macropolis of Mega-Borealis, is ripe for
the taking and his children are willing to do his bidding. Others in the Macropolis see the war on Vigilius as an opportunity to settle old scores in the deep Underhives of Ankhar Tertius. With most
of the Mechanicus forces on the frontlines, gang wars between the different houses, descendants from enslaved prisoners of Necromunda, erupt anew.
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Geschichte bis jetzt: / Story sofar (English version below)
Der Krieg der Bestien tobt auf Vigilius. Mächtige Armeen prallen aufeinander und der Boden erzittert unter ihrer donnernden Wut, während die mächtige Bastion des Imperium Nihilus in Flammen steht.
Unbemerkt und versteckt mustert Vater Wurm seine Truppen. Das Schwarmbewusstsein spricht klarer denn je zu ihm, als erderschütternde Bombardements über Vigilius hinwegfegen und an den Grundsteinen des Planeten rütteln. Ankhar Tertius, Makropolis von Mega Borealis, ist reif für die Übernahme und die treuen Kinder von Vater Wurm sind bereit für seine Ziele ihr Leben in dem
Mahlstrom des Krieges zu geben. Andere sehen den Krieg auf Vigilius als willkommene Gelegenheit, alte Rechnungen - in den Tiefen von Ankhar Tertius - zu begleichen. Mit den meisten der
vorherrschenden Adeptus Mechanicus Kräften and den Frontlinien des Konfliktes, entflammen in der ganzen Makropole Gangkriege zwischen den rivaliserenden Häusern von Ankhar Tertius.
Die Nachkommen von gefangenen Gangern aus Necromunda wollen ihr Stück vom Kuchen, bevor die Feuer des Krieges Vigilius verschlingen.
"The War of the Beasts" is upon Vigilius. Armies clash in thunderous fury and the mighty bastion of the Imperium Nihilus is engulfed in ravaging flames. Unseen and hidden for centuries, Father Worm musters his Troops. The hive mind, speaks clearer to him, as earthshaking bombardments shake the very foundations of Vigilius. Ankhar Tertius, a Macropolis of Mega-Borealis, is ripe for
the taking and his children are willing to do his bidding. Others in the Macropolis see the war on Vigilius as an opportunity to settle old scores in the deep Underhives of Ankhar Tertius. With most
of the Mechanicus forces on the frontlines, gang wars between the different houses, descendants from enslaved prisoners of Necromunda, erupt anew.
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