You would think that a well known up hiver, with a substantial bounty on her head would be harder to find. At least that’s what J'ons thought. I mean come on, she was just walking around this local dive of the Hive as if she was mayor, or something. This was going to be his biggest payday ever.
At least that’s what he thought.
D'onne Astride Ge'Sylvanus of the House of Ulanti, aka D'onne Ulanti, better know as Mad Donna. Looked like easy pickings to J'ons. Yup easy pickings indeed. The years hadn’t been kind to 'mad' D'onne, J'ons figured. Yeah she still carried her trusty Stub revolver, archtech plasma pistol, and chain sword, but she didn’t look as . . Well flashy in her old age.
Now in J'ons defense, most of hive city, and the underhive, grew up with the colourful stories of Mad Donna Ulanti. Bat crap crazy, and trigger happy. Heck most ganger's would tell their kids she'd come and eat them if they didn’t behave. He didn’t realize that those stories were embellished by her to establish a false front she could disappear behind.
So, back to his idea.
J'ons spat out his toothpick, un-holstered his Las gun, and took aim. “D’onne Ulanti, I hear by command you to lay your arms down, in the name of Lord Helmwar, I am placing you under arrest.”
Those are the words now written on his urn. D'onne at least was nice enough to send his ashes to the Guilder who sent him.
At least that’s what he thought.
D'onne Astride Ge'Sylvanus of the House of Ulanti, aka D'onne Ulanti, better know as Mad Donna. Looked like easy pickings to J'ons. Yup easy pickings indeed. The years hadn’t been kind to 'mad' D'onne, J'ons figured. Yeah she still carried her trusty Stub revolver, archtech plasma pistol, and chain sword, but she didn’t look as . . Well flashy in her old age.
Now in J'ons defense, most of hive city, and the underhive, grew up with the colourful stories of Mad Donna Ulanti. Bat crap crazy, and trigger happy. Heck most ganger's would tell their kids she'd come and eat them if they didn’t behave. He didn’t realize that those stories were embellished by her to establish a false front she could disappear behind.
So, back to his idea.
J'ons spat out his toothpick, un-holstered his Las gun, and took aim. “D’onne Ulanti, I hear by command you to lay your arms down, in the name of Lord Helmwar, I am placing you under arrest.”
Those are the words now written on his urn. D'onne at least was nice enough to send his ashes to the Guilder who sent him.
