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Renegade Kan Killin Orks






Northern Ireland

Hi folks. A new story I've been enjoying telling. Again, pretty short instalments, each a brief scene forming the story.

Its all told by our narrator, Casy who is the only speaker we hear and the only voice in the story.

If anyone is following this at all firstly thanks for reading but also I'd like to know how you're finding the style, especially the one sided conversations. Its not a normal way to tell a story I know, so c&c welcome and questions too.

Here's a Handy relevant glossary of Necromunda Lore to help if anyone is a bit miffed.
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Necromunda- the Imperial hive-planet on which the story is set.

Hive Primus- a hive city on Necromunda.

The Underhive- where the poor folks like our protagonists eek out a living in an atmosphere of gang-land violence and vice, at the grim-dark bottom of the hive.

Cawdor- One of the big houses of Hive Primus, known for their devotion to the Imperial cult. When in public they ware leather half-masks over the top half of their faces in deference to the teachings of the imperial cult. They're fiery temperament and often fundamentalist principles have gotten them a reputation for being uncompromisingly ruthless fighters.

Redeptionists- at their most zealous House Cawdor tends to harbour religious crazies who see it as their holy duty to purge the Underhive of its less desirable denizens. (These being the mutants, plague zombies, chaos/genestealer cultists etc.) Redemptor Priests and their followers will happily "purge" the place of anyone and everyone who get in the way of the Redemption's holy crusade. They like fire and ware more extreme versions of robes and masks than their positively moderate Cawdor brethren.

Orlock- Another big House of Hive Primus, an industrial giant with iron mining being the main industry and related products the chief export. In the Underhive their gangs centre around families and factorums and they often ware distinguishing gang colours.

Delaque- another of the big houses of Hive Primus. These folks tend to be very sneaky and devious. They're pale and bald and prefer dark conditions. Not very wholesome at all really. Delaque has a long running well known rivalry with House Orlock.

Creds- credits, Currency.

Armourer unit- a comparatively rare (in the underhive) machine that a gang might use to check and clean its weapons prior to combat. (In game terms it gives everyone an extra 4+ roll to avoid a weapon jam)

Other possibly useful Necromunda background.

Briefly, other houses include :-
Goliath- big tough-guy muscle goons.
Escher- a genetic mutation in house Escher results in an almost all female society where the men are weak and imbecilic. All girls all the time.
VanSaar- tech-nuts. Producers of high quality tech.
I might also throw in:
Ratskins- Local native ratty folks.
Scavvies- Dirty scavengers, mutants, outlaws and other undesirables.


And a handy Character List; the who's who of The Faithful Few
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Casy - the somewhat reluctant leader of the Faithful Few. Leads by example if not with much foresight.

Wrex - Heavy weapons specialist and the back bone of the Faithful Few - A bit deaf but an autocannon will do that to a fella.

Bubba- prefers to fight with pistols and hand flamers to any other weapons. A bit of a loud mouth and none too smart. But always good for a laugh.

Lucky- raised in a missionarium children's home for orphans she understandably came out a little on the crazy side. A savage knife fighter.

Delroy - a true priest of the people and the heart and soul of the faithful few. Treats his ancient mk1 lasgun like it's a sacred relic and fires with uncanny accuracy.

Marty - A big brute of a girl, not a bit reluctant to get stuck in and get her hands dirty, most often with a 12 gauge shotgun.

Jos- Lucky's kid brother, died shortly after their escape from the redemption.

Azotar "The Kid"- an Orlock Juve who has joined the Faithful Few after his gang got mauled by rival Orlocks.

Other occasional randoms

Acero- the Orlock boss who the faithful few were working for, briefly.

Cadena- the other Orlock boss who Acero is feuding with. Azotar's old boss.

Boneless- the spineless guy who let the Redemption run their Cawdor settlement into the ground forcing Casy to take action.



Hope you all enjoy the story, and as always thanks for reading.




Part 1: Nothing to Lose

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I never was a religious man, least-wise, I never used to be. I mean, when the Redemptor Priests would hold their big tent revivals and we'd all sit cross legged on the floor hearin' about the Big E fightin' the ruinous powers and the big golden throne an' all that, well we'd've quoted chapter an' verse for a fistful of sweet things... An' I guess we believed it well enough.

But 'taint the same when yer grown. You know how those things is paid for, the showy robes and golden masks an' the Dexes so fat you dont know if they're fer readin' or fer climbin'. Its all money, heck the tents and the sweets too! It were all paid for at gun point. They taxed our faith to the bone while at the same time they indoctrinated us kids. Makin' darn sure they'd never run out of faithful little Cawdor settlers to leech off of.

Scaremongers and quacks and glory hogs. They used to be anyhow... Now, I dunno. Seems they don't even wheel out the priests and the tents no more. It's just the gold-masked goons that roam the Cawdor settlements in packs. Extorting protection money.

Course Ol' Boneless ponies up every time. He's a weak willed sonovagun, they know there's no fight in him. Thinks he's doin' right by us I s'pose. Thinks he's keepin' the peace. But I dunno. The more they take... well, things don't get no better. Stuff breaks down, water stills, homes, families. There's no peace when your only choice is between the Custodes cells an' the street.

That's why I've gotta do this. There ain't no other way. It won't be pretty an' it sure as death wont make no peace. This here settlement used ta be worth a damn, but now... Well, now don't no one care if it all comes burning down. We just ain't got nuthin' more ta lose.

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Northern Ireland

Part 2: The Day the Deal Went Down

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I found them doin' the deal right there in the Sanctorum. No shame, I tell ya. Creds in hand and bare faces on show. I darn near gunned 'em all down right there a'fore the alter. Not that it makes much difference now I s'pose.

Well I sat back in the shadows and bit my tongue, knuckles white on the woodwork, all sweaty an' cold. They was countin' up. Pocketed the loot in their robes and turned to leave. I kept the old head down like I were prayin', and I'll confess maybe it weren't no act. I listened to their steely boots a'ringin' off the tiles as they walked on past. An' Old Boneless is blubbin' up there by the dais, I let him weep, weren't nobody listening.

Thing about waring a big hood an' a gold mask is you can't see gak. I just slipped out right behind them two sanctimonious thugs, sleekit as a Ratskin, two hammers already cocked. An' I don't care how heavy yer robes are nob'dy's getting up from a point blank stubgun to the back of the skull.

I emptied 'em both right there on the Sanctorum steps. Marty remembers, she were there. One of their masks hit the deck right a'fore her feet, all slick an' covered in... Well, I mean it were a mess. She di'nt even flinch, I swear she jus' nodded cool as ya like an' looked at me so much as ta say "Boy you gone an' did it now." She's a tough mama is our Marty.

I dunno what I expected, screamin' maybe or sirens or something but people jes shrugged an' went on about their business, like two dead redemptionists bloodyin' up the plaza ain't nuthin'. But they all knew the score.

I hit The Smokin' Barrel Tavern with the creds within the hour and the place was buzzin'. We all drank our fill on the redemption's tab. Not often we have the chance to really let go, see? The Redemption likes to keep us poor, its true what they say, prejudice burns all the brighter when its all you got to burn. I saw a lot of good in them folks that night, in ones as usually got a lot of hate in 'em. More'n one pat on the back told me I'd done what everyone was a'hoping but I could see the fear still in the back of their eyes. Heck I felt it too and the party turned to panic soon enough.

News travels faster than plague virus down here in the underhive an' people was packin' their things an' hightailin' it outa town. Them as had someplace to go anyhow. Me, I was for arming folks and stickin' to our guns. When Marty took the old twelve gauge shotgun out from behind the bar it were like a sign fer the rest. Pretty soon guns an' knives an' cocktails was appearing outa the woodwork all over. I couldn't hardly believe we'd had 'em all this time.

They would come for us, we knew that fer sure but we knew these streets and we had a belly full of liquor and resolve. If we'd only had the time to prepare...


   
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Part 3: Death in the Sanctorum

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I know I was an idiot. I shoulda thought about it a whole lot more afore I done it. That's always been my trouble: Act first think later, ya know? "You weren't ta know, Casy..." That's what Delroy always says but I don' know...

We went from celebration to organisation to downright war in jus' a few hours. The Redemption don't mess around. An' I guess it'd been a while since they'd had themselves a real good shin-dig; seems every Novice, Acolyte and Deacon got their glad-rags out fer the party. I swear the robed worms was crawlin' right out every ally in the settlement afore they burned it all down that night.

Well we all made fer the Sanctorum. 'Course, it's the only place we got ain't a heap of gak built on gak. It's s'posed to be a sanctuary, ya know... well I mean that's what I thought. Scary how fast four walls o' plasteel can go from refuge to death trap.

There were twenty or maybe more of us holed up in there. Had every door an' winda covered. Proper hold out for an hour or maybe two, flames an' yells building up outside all the while. The place is built inta a heavy structural wall, half the hive might be built on top fer all we knew, the walls just go up an' up inta the darkness. Never seen the ceiling till that night. The orange promethium flames glowin' off some darn pious architecture, all vaulted arches an' fancy stuff up there. Nevermind the hell we was sufferin' down below.

It were chaos, I couldn't tell ya the way of it. First we was holdin' our own then afore ya know it someone's rippin strips off of the alter cloth fer bandages, fella's is burnt up or bleedin' out all over the tiles. We grabbed anything that were on fire and piled it up against the doors. It were some kinda barricade, man it were a pyre!

Soon nuff them as was up top manning windows had to come down from the smoke. Things got from bad to desperate right and quick then. Pretty soon they had deacons up on high pouring the Redemptor fire down through the unmanned windows. The place was a catacomb by then anyway. Dead folks, injured, scared. We was beaten but they was only out fer blood.

Then I'll never forget, ol' Boneless he's still there! How he weren't dead yet... Man I near throttled him there an' then. But for once he steps up; pulls a key from round his scrawny neck. He's got some plan, something about the altar on the dais. We shoved it aside and he unlocks the trap. Stinks of gak down there, but its a lifeline. Marty whistles loud an' the rest of 'em fall in right quick. Accept Wrex of course, he can't hear so good, an autocannon will do that to a fella after a while. I wished he still had the thing but then we didn't none of us have nothin' good like we used to. Throne! We was down ta shootin' brass buttons from the upholstery at 'em by that stage.

We grabbed what little gear we could an' anyone as could move was shuffled down there. Had ta leave a couple of our own wounded behind, tweren't nothin' for it, Emperor forgive us. But that's just how it was. We was on the run now, just seven of us in the end. Me an' Marty an' Delroy. Wrex an' Bubba. Lucky and her kid brother Jos, Emperor rest him...

Boneless wouldn't come. I tried ta do right by him, much as it made me twitch but he wouldn't have it. Jus' give him one of my stub guns in the end. Weren't but a bullet an' a half left in there. Just hope he used it wisely.


   
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Part 4: Interview with an Orlock

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Thanks for seein' me, I realise I look like gak. It ain't outa disrespect.

No Sir, I prefer to stand if you please. I won't take up your time. I assume your man has told you our story, all you need to know... It were kind of you to ask me in.

Oh no, we ain't outlaws! We're from outa town sure. No, not Orlocks, but you knew that already. We ain't traitors to Cawdor, but the Redemption...well it complicates things.

I don't want nothing. We ain't here to lean on your hospitality now, we mean to get cleaned up and work. We don't got much but we got pride and we ain't charity.

I thank you for your offer, and bein' as its the only one on the table I'd be a fool to turn it down outright. But I got responsibility for my people, I'm sure you understand. I can't sign 'em up without knowin' what we're getting into.

Well, when you put it that way... I guess the neighbourhood might get pretty unfriendly at your say so.

No sir, I won't take nothin' off of your own. If we're wanted to fight we got guns an' knives. We'll take no more'n a clean shirt and a shower from you. But what we take in the fightin' we keep, understand?

Just five of us. Lucky's kid brother Jos ain't too hot. Smoke in the lungs, he ain't fit fer it, jus' yet. And Lucky, she won't leave him, not fer nuthin'.

Well I appreciate yer time, an' I'll not take up no more. You'll know where to find me I'm sure.

Jus' one more thing... You got a Sanctorum roun' here?

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Part 5: Preacher Del

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They got their own style these Orlocks, I'll give 'em that. It ain't pretty but its honest, I guess. Whole lotta work-work. What they gotcha doin' Del?

What, like blessin' the steelworks, talkin' to the machines?

Oh right, dangerous business is it? I guess life's cheep all over, huh? Mighta known.

Well at least they got need of ye. We lucked out hittin' an Orlock district, I reckon. I heard Van Saar don't much care for the Imperial Cult, all tech an' no heart. Nor Goliath neither.

Yeah, Del, or Goliath is just plain thick as gak.

Yeah, I met with the guy. Acero they call him. Old fella in a sharp suit. Though customer no doubt but he's desperate too. Seems they got some sort of industrial dispute gettin' outa hand and they need bodies ta bulk up their numbers.

No we're not for hire! I ain't accepting no payments. We're takin what's ours and makin' our own way. We're Outlanders here, sure, but we ain't mercs.

Wrex is workin' Acero's armourer unit, that's how I met the guy. Hard workin' fellas get by in House Orlock, I guess. You got yourself a preachin' job an' they respect that. An' Marty never was shy o' rollin' her sleeves up an' gettin' her hands dirty. We'll do alright. Bubba might even get payed ta shut up one o' these days.

Huh...? Nah the masks'll have ta go.

I'm sorry Delroy, you can wear it when your workin'! That's right an' fittin' an' folks expect it of a preacher. I'll let the guys wear 'em in private if they like, if its just us; an' we'll ware 'em to a fight but that'll have to be it. Folks round here just won't understand.
An' what's this about "The Faithful Few" Jos is just a kid, you can't encourage this sorta thing, we ain't no Cawdor crusader gang no more...

Oh, what? Jos? He's not dying on us is he?

We'll what're ye doin' here for Preacher? Get over there an' get on your bended knees!

   
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Part 6: Trouble coming

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Whoa wait up, Bubba... It ain't good news. Delroy's in there now. He ain't got the right robes but It looks like last rites. Jos ain't gonna make it.

Nah, best not. Lets leave 'em to it. Lucky won't be in no mood fer company. Not your kinda company anyhow. You know how she is.
Listen, I got word to meet our man up town. I think they got their gak together, somethin's goin' down anyhow. I'll know more later tonight.

Wrex? He's still down at Acero's, they work him long hours. Marty's workin' down the local. You go keep an eye on her, wouldja?

I know that! It ain't her I'm worried about! Just keep her outa trouble if she's full and keep your mouth shut! It won't take much for these folks to turn on us. Once we've proved ourselves things might be different. But just don't go lookin' for trouble, there's plenty enough of that comin'.

No! Just keep yer heads down 'til I'm back and act sensible. Already lost one of the faithful today. We're few enough as it is.

   
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Part7: Mask Up.

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Alright folks, everyone take one'a these.

I know what they look like but if you ain't warin' red you're one'a them. Anyone ain't flyin' the gang colours is fair game, got it? Even old man Acero his grand old self is out in red. Cadena's boys are all in black an' white, guess that's just how Orlocks roll.

We're goin' in ground level and tryin' to get up close an' personal. That's not the way they like it but Throne! that's all we know, an' I ain't standin' tradin' shots with a gun line of Orlock marksmen with this here stub gun!

We'll split three-a-piece. Marty, you take Del and Wrex. Check yer targets and take your shots. I got Bub an' Lucky, we'll move on up ahead and clean up whatever you're keepin' pinned. An' you know we gonna be up to our elbows in knife work so keep us covered if you can. We'll try an' bring you back somethin' nice.

Now I dunno what kinda game this is, it all sounded like business done badly to me. Why they can't settle this in the board room... Guess negotiations went sour, or maybe its some blood feud. Either way, they sure asked for it when they pulled us into this thing. We got nothin' to lose an' whole lot to fight for. An' I mean fight! These Orlocks do their thing, and it's turf, and it's creds, and it's power. But with us its in our blood and its life or death.
Now there's just us six but don't think we ain't the weight that tips the balance, folks. Cause we got somethin' these Orlock kids ain't countin' on. We don't know "quit", we don't know "looks bad" or "next time" We got faith, we got now, we got this chance and we take the risks!

Alright, 'nough pulpit talk. Faithful Few, mask up!


   
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Part 8: Got yer back.

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Hey Lucky, you alright?

Hey... Hey Lucky!

Throne, girl! You gotta talk to me. Nobody ain't goin' it alone out here Bub an' me, we got your back but you gotta be with us.

Lucky, I ain't jus' talkin'...

Gak, Bub, what happened last night? She ain't right.

I know that, fool! I mean with her! She been like this all day?

An' you let her come'long?

Well, I guess none of us ever could, when she got a mind fer somethin' ain't no tellin' her. I mean, I seen her angry afore now but not like this... We best keep up. She'll go on alone an' if we don't got her back...

A'right I'm on 'er, stay close and watch our rear. This one could get hairy real quick.

Yeah, No Fear, Bub.


   
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Part 9: What do they call you?

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Sorry you had to see that, kid. Guessin' you jus' came along fer the ride? Didn't think nothin' on blood an' pain an' all this...? Well, that's the Underhive, I guess. If you learn faster'n most you live longer too.

Now I gotta say you got guts. Didn't never see no kid stand up to Lucky in a knife fight. But she ain't been herself lately an' sure you brought a chain, an' maybe it saved yer skin. Or maybe there's somthin' more... Didn't stand up long after I caught up with the both o'ya, and I'm tellin' ya kid, it were all I could do to keep ya in one piece. She's kinda raw just now...

Never mind her, she'll come 'round. What do they call you kid?

Ah well, makes no odds if you wont tell yer name, we'll give you one jus' the same. Least you got a choice now anyhow...

Well a fella needs a name. Gotta call him somethin' though it don't need to be right. I swear don't none of remember Bubba's right name. Don't know that he does neither. See once, he were young an' crazy, like you. He gets crusadin' in mind and went an' hit the tradin' post. Well Bub came back all holstered up; pair of hand torches he says were goin' cheap. I wanna see them in action I says, and we hit the yard. He whips his guns out, primes the pumps and pulls the triggers all steely eyed an' serious...

Well if I told you "Bubba"s short fer Bubble-guns... Swear on the Sanguine Sainted Angel there were bubbles afloatin' in the yard that day! He'd gone and bought hisself a pair of bubble guns for joinin' the Redemptionist Crusade. They looked nuff like hand-flamers mind, but sure he were red in the face. Never did join the Crusade neither. Just as well...

So what'll it be kid?

Azotar? Well that ain't gonna fly, an' I don't mind tellin' you straight. You know old man Acero won this thing, right? And you ain't no red... So I'm guessin' Azotar ain't much welcome round these parts.

Ah quit yer belly-achin' we ain't 'bout ta turn ya over, an' we ain't no slave traders neither. Cawdor ain't like other houses...

Hey watch your mouth, or you an' Lucky can go round two. Don't bother me another Orlock kid would rather bleed out than join up. Don't bother none of them neither.

But we Cawdor got another way. Least some of us do... Seems to me you could be pretty good in a fight... drop that chain and give you a real weapon. And maybe won't none of Acero's boys know you too well...

Maybe not, warin' this.

Relax we ain't gonna make you ware it if you don't wanna. Though it won't hurt yer soul none. But if a body spots ol' Azotar hangin' out down the local tradin' post I don't fancy yer chances.

That's it kid, you're catchin' on quick. With this on, you're just another Cawdor juve. It ain't gon' be long. We're sweet with Acero now but we won't outstay our welcome.

Thing is but, I can't jus' give you this. See, this mask used ta belong ta someone. Someone close ta Lucky. I gotta go tell her first...

... Yeah, no gak! Wish me luck kid.

   
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Part 10: The dog that bites.

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How'd we get like this, Marty? How'd we end up elbow deep in the gak?

Well yeah... The redemption might have taken things a bit thick though. There was no sense in burning the whole emp'ror-forsaken town ta the floor.

An' Lucky still ain't talkin'. Least not to me anyhow.

No? Well, at least it ain't personal.

Well maybe it is. I know she blames me fer Jos. Warp! I blame myself. And I suppose the kid ain't helpin' matters. It's not his fault mind, but it didn't help, me tellin' Acero 'bout Jos.

Oh no, Acero don't know Jos died, Emperor rest him, he thinks the Kid is Jos!

Well what could I say? I know, I know, don't tell Lucky will ya? Anyway, Acero has another job for us all lined up. He'll send word first thing tomorrow.

Ah I don't know, maybe just this one more... then the sooner we can get the feth outa this Orlock hole the better. We'd have to do better this time though...

Well we ain't rakin' in the cash here Marty, you do a couple'a shifts here an' there, and they don't pay Wrex half of what he's worth, prob'ly just cause he's one of us... And I dunno if they pay Del at all. He don't think of it that way I know, but he oughta. Preacher's a job like any other.

I know! Ok, I'll try to keep a lid on it. I just get so worked up ya know. I been goin' through the gear we stashed an' most of it ain't hardly worth sellin'.

Nah, its all junk. We weren't the only reason Cadena's boys got bounced. We got a couple of fresh las-packs; nothin' that'd fit Del's relic, mind... and about a pocket full of mixed ammo, a lot of 'em been dum-dumed. I don't mind usin' 'em, my ol' stubber's on its way out anyhow. I mean, I'm lookin' fer an upgrade but them lads weren't packin' but a pistol between 'em!

Yeah, no gak. This next job... Ah you know, I can't make no promises, but this time if we get what we need we ain't comin' back here. We might get lucky you know?

Well I'm makin' it as best I can! Whatd'ya want girl I'm bustin' my hump here. We been makin' our own luck since the start and its all been bad.

Oh just like that? Just make it good. Jus' spit in the glass and shine it up, is it? Gak! If I could...

Ah, don't look at me like that.

All right, all right I'll talk to Wrex later. But you're pushin' it, you're forcin' my hand, Marty.

If its a go we'll make a move and make it our own from there. You closin' up tonight?

Well, no moves 'til I say, just you work hard, girl. Shine them glasses up good an' proper. Don't you worry 'bout gettin' paid. I'm serious, if we're movin' they best think we're stayin' put. Ain't no sense in raisin' no flags.

When the time comes we wanna be the dog that bites not the wolf they tamed.


   
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Part 11- The Double-cross

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Well, Wrex? How goes it with Acero's armourer?

That bad, eh? They'll be blaming you if you ain't careful...

I know that, Wrex! I know what we're up to. I just don't want them suspicious is all.

You an' Marty both got itchy feet an' it sounds to me like I better scratch fast.

Well if Acero's hostin' our movin' party I'd best know the score. Seen anything to worry about down there? Any security, guards, dogs?

Well... the guards we can handle. And you can get us in right?

Ok, so what do they got to lose? If they ain't home, I'm guessin' they've got all their best gear. So what they stashing?

Uh hu... What? You sly dog!

Well Malcador's sainted rear, I reckon you cleaned up this time. But you best believe you'll be carryin' that thing yourself. They don't call 'em Heavy weapons fer no good reason.

Oh yeah? Does it run?

Fuel?

We can bring some, nuff ta get us all outa town. Will it fit seven?

No, its seven alright. The kid's comin' along. The Cadena kid. He'll love this, might know the streets round these parts too.

'Course I trust him. He's too young ta think this fast. Wouldn't know a double cross if it jumped up an shook his hand afore stabin' him in the back. Del's been goin' over his chatechism, I dunno...
He wares the mask he's one of us. But the flat-bed, it'll fit seven all right?

How much ta spare? Like enough say for an armourer unit?

Say no more Wrex. I can tell by the big dumb grin on yer face.

We'll let Acero's boys get near right to the meet up before we hit. Though wont none of us be there to meet 'em. Any luck they'll figure us fer cowards and go on ta the fight without us. How many guards you reckon they leavin' behind?

That'll do. We'll be in and out with the loot long before Acero gets back. And we'll be long gone by then.

You had Acero's cased from day one din'tya?

Throne, Wrex, yer a piece o'work.


   
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Part 12: Like Clockwork

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Went like clockwork. Wrex shows up at Acero's to work jus' like usual, lookin' all friendly like an' they open up. He makes some small talk and then he's off to go check out the armourer shed.

He comes out, shootin', their big feth-off autocannon. Masked up o'course and a big smile on his face I can see from way on outside the gate.

Two guards down, he turns the thing on the guy in the watch tower while we all make fer the gate. Marty blows the hinges with the twelve-gauge and we let it drop. Gotta make it look like a break in, ya know?

Del and Jos... Gak! "the kid" I gotta stop doin' that!

Del and the kid got the fuel fer the truck, they follow the tyre tracks. Bubba an' Lucky fleece the guards, what's left of 'em, pair o' autoguns... ain't nuthin' ta sniff at...

Me an' Marty we're int' the compound. Ransacked! Snatched creds , loo roll, fire lighters, plenty of tinned food. We done this before. Then we're out to the truck.

Del's goin' all tech-priest on us, lookin' up the manuscript for the right invocations, but the kid's got it wired up, reckon he's done this a'fore too. Some kid! Ain't even old enough ta drive. He went an' nailed his old Cadena colours to the work bench too. I like his style.

Well Lucky got to the fella in the watchtower first. Ain't lucky fer him I guess... She brings down another rifle and a vox. He's been callin' for back up. Waste of his last breath, I reckon.

Bubba and Wrex got the big old armourer unit unbolted from the ferrocrete floor. Had to break the door-jamb to haul it outa there. Took four of us to get it in the truck too but we managed in time.

Then I'm drivin', Marty rides shotgun. The Faithful Few is rollin' outta there in style. Ha! Faithful? Jos had some kinda sense of humour, emperor rest him. Acero won't reckon so. But you know how it is. This is a back stabbin' game, you only gotta get your knife in first.

We got on out here, far enough I reckon the Orlocks won't come lookin'. Least wise not without us hearin' first. An' we don't mean to stick around here in Delaque territory neither.

So whatd'ya say? Wanna buy a hot Armourer unit and a truck to take it home? Only a hundred an' a half.

You know there ain't nothin' wrong with 'em, I just don't got any use for 'em is all. Take it or leave it, we can just drive right on down to the next tradin' post.

Yeah, pal, looks like its your luck day.


   
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Part 13- Trading Faces

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You don't carry cash in the Underhive, kid. Not if you can help it. See, Creds ain't the only kind of currency we got, an' there's plenty they can't buy.

Now I gave everyone a dime a piece for themselves an' you got the same. That ain't much worth havin' I know but it ain't much worth stealing neither, an' it ain't much ta lose.

The rest I mean to spend right here. When we move on I ain't carrying nothin' I can't fight with or eat, ya understand? Ain't no use travelling light if you don't get far.

I'm lookin fer ammo, kid. Now we got a range of stuff. I could weep at what your packin' an' I got this gak-piece here, ain't neither of 'em worth the creds so don't bring me no stubs or dum-dums, I got plenty.

What we can use is standard auto-rounds. We got a pair of auto-guns and at least two pistols to supply. Not to mention the big auto-cannon. A belt would do for that but a big drum is better. We can afford quality there, Wrex can make 'em last. The rest, clips, boxes, pouches, I don't care just make sure they're clean and ain't no dud-refills.

We can grab a few shotgun shells for Marty and a couple of las-packs, the old ones, mind. Del's lasgun is a relic!

Nah he won't use nuthin' else. He won the damn thing in Seminary when we was kids. Some poetry competition or other. That's Redemptor Priests for ya. Wish they'd awarded him a bolter! Anyway, Del's been cleaning an' oiling and worshiping the damn thing ever since. Thinks its holy or blessed or some-such. I dunno, maybe it is.

Sure, I'd like me a Bolter. Ever fired off a bolt round, kid? They don't kick so hard as folks think. But they're powerful alright, and deadly accurate. Hard to maintain, mind... A lotta mechanical action you gotta keep clean an' bolt shells can be dirty, 'specially the cheap ones. Lotta fakes out there, kid; fellas tryin' ta make a few creds. You gotta know what you're lookin' at with bolt shells. Real ones ain't easy to come by.

Nah, I'll stick with an autogun fer now. Though I do prefer a brace of pistols if I'm honest. But you know, that's how we got in this mess in the first place...
Ah it's a long story, kid... another time. Ask Bubba, he likes to talk.

If I know Bub he's still got plenty of promethium from the truck on him. He's a mad hallion, you best not stand to close to him in a fire fight. He'll slap an exterminator on anything.

An Exterminator, you know, a little flamer Nozel on the end of yer rifle.

No, it's fer real... Damn kid you bandana warin' bandits need to get out more! Bub's the kinda fella wants to put an exterminator on anything with a trigger. I once caught him tryin' to fit one on his auto pistol! Feth it was almost a disaster. You seen his hands, those ain't lho-stick burns, kid. He'll fight with fire nine times outa ten no matter what he can get his hands on. I've seen him hang onto his empties for days just to fill 'em with fuel and chuck 'em at folks. Lucky eggs him on, but she ain't no less crazy.

No. Lucky takes care of her self. I've tried but the only thing she ever took offa us was a whet stone. It was her brother's idea... I reckon Jos left her something too, and he'll be watchin' over her so don't you worry 'bout Lucky.

Yeah I reckon these Spooks ain't seen the Faithful roun' these parts in a while. That's us kid.

No way, you think they'll hate you less in Orlock colours than warin' Cawdor leather?

Throne, Kid you best keep that mask on! Don't talk niether, not like you been anyhow. The Spooks might be half blind but they ain't deaf. All's they see is a Cawdor mask but if they catch an Orlock voice they gonna look closer.

What Spooks? Delaque, Snakes I guess you'd call 'em. We call 'em Spooks. I dunno, they give us the creeps. They just ain't right.

No matter, kid. We gotta buy you some proper gear. An Auto Pistol if we can find a good clean one, but most of all, you need a real knife.

Don't show me that thing, all flickin' about an' fancy; put it away, you're embarrassin' us both.

Look, here's my test kid. You got your blade in one hand your gun in the other an' you ask yourself this. Which one of these is gonna end a fight. If you don't got faith in either you're in trouble. You take your own life in your hands here, kid. You carry that weight or you drop. That's just how it is. So now you gotta choose. Take a look at what's here and tell me what you believe in. That's how you learn to live by faith.


   
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Part 14- Stand Off

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Wow. This is Delaque hospitality, I guess.

Nah, Marty, it's fine don't worry. We ain't for stayin'. We ain't welcome, that's fer sure.

Hey, I'm talkin' 'bout you, Kid! Hey, I'm talkin' to you, kid. Hey, hey Azotar! You one of us?

Ah feth, Marty. You got anything to drink?

Sorry, old habits... You want one?

Ah, I don't know where to start. We met up with Bubba. They'd found the Municipal, what was left of it. Folks round here don't care much for civics. Del and Wrex were already gone lookin' for the Sanctorum, Bub pointed it out on the schema. Thing was ancient, reckon it hadn't been updated in a century at least. Even the "You are Here" was off by a couple blocks. Don't nothin' last long in the Underhive.

Well anyway, we'd gotten our barin's and was headed your way but no sooner we'd stepped outside than four creeps come crawlin' outa the woodwork. They was all sallow skinned and sickly. Real Spook poster-boys.

No, fer real! They must've followed us down from the tradin' post. Anyway's, they go to block our way, me an' Bubba an' the Kid and one of 'em pipes up; real nasty voice, this fella. Says they traced a call out to Orlock territory when we was inside.

The Kid, right? Seems while we was stood gawkin' at the map ol' Azotar been on the vox.

I dunno, he won't say. Didn't let on to those spec-eyed Spooks neither, ain't no business of theirs who I called anyhow. Well it were a stand off.

I'm pretty confident, I got two pistol packin' brethren behind me and handful of anaemic feths in heavy coats to outdraw I figure we got a good shot.

Bubba he's just itchin' to offload some heat, I can hear his teeth a-grindin'. Fair play to the kid too he played it cool, didn't lose his head...

Nah, I don't know, he won't say. Figure its family, wants to say his goodbyes, maybe a girl. Though he ain't said he did it, mind. An' Delaque ain't known fer honesty.

Ah, well, you know, folks was watchin', standin' around in the street, tensions risin'. Think I even seen some creds on show, didn't hear nobody callin' the odds but I reckon they were in our favour.
Well I never seen a twitchier pack o' creeps in all my life, bloodless, skin like greased paper. Not a hair on them, not eyebrows, nuthin! Damn unnatural.

Well I got about an eyeful before Wrex an' Del shows up. Nothin' like the heavy clunk-click of an autocannon primer to break the silence. They was right on time I reckon.

And nuthin'. And that's it. The spooks jus' melted back through the walls an' we all just rolled on home. Or back here anyhow.

Watched all the way o'course. Cue-ball in a mac on every corner, no doubt.

Nah, I gotta go talk to... Azotar, or whatever his weepin' Orlock mother calls him in her prayers. She'd best speak up cause that boy's in a heap of trouble.


   
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Part 15- Ambush

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Its an ambush!

Get down, ah Gak!

No, I'm fine, get into cover.

Is anyone hit?! Is anyone down?!

Del go check on Bubba and the Kid. I think Marty's with them, maybe. Wrex give him some cover.

Where's Lucky? Did anyone... Feth! Wrex, that thing's loud! Del, they'll be climbing, get some hight!

Has anyone seen Lucky?

Where are they Wrex? What are we dealing with?

Nah, there's more than that. If those guys are holding us down here you can bet their friends are flanking us. We can't stick around. Give me some cover, I'm moving up top.

Throne almighty these Delaque Spooks are really getting my back up.

Wrex! Wrex, I can see Marty! She's out right, in a doorway, you gotta move now, I can cover you from here.

Aargh! Wait til I get my hands on your bald skulls you spook-feths! I'll skin your faithless hides for Mask leather.

Right, now where's Lucky? Up to her elbows in Delaque blood no doubt, the mad cat. I gotta find her.

Gak, that doesn't sound good. Was that Bubba?

Alright, Casy... Keep your head and keep movin'. Feth, this autogun isn't all that bad. Its noisy 'nuff ta scare a rat from a hole. Might be all I need. Watch over me, Jos, if you can spare a glance. Nah, you know what, better just watch over your sister...

Hey...one move an' I got you, trench-coat spook, feth...

Gak! Did I hit him? He's movin'... Don't lose him Casy...

Feth! I swear, these spooks are made o' shadows. Where's Bub with a hand torch when you need him?

Sounds like he's busy, right enough. Hang in, guys, I'm almost there.

There's another one... tight shot... Ah! Feth this thing, autogun gak-piece! Oh, I hear Del's old saint singin'. Funny that, like no other lasgun I ever heard. Ah, and that'll be Wrex leadin' the choir. Sweet music boys.

Alright, I must be close. Sling this thing, its knife work in the shadows they're after.

Huh! Lucky! Holy Terra girl, you hurt? Is it bad? Hey talk to me. Gak, you had me worried. Corpse on a throne, sister you look like you been ta Commoragh and back!

Well as long as its not yer own blood that's just fine... c'mon girl what's wrong with you? This ain't normal!

What in the name of the Almighty Emperor is that?

A tongue! Are you fethin' me! You cut out a fella's tongue? Gak, girl you're gonna get us hunted down like plague-hounds!

Well of course it doesn't look right, its just been ripped out some poor bald feth's skull! My tongue would be purple too if you'd...

Aw, talk-gak, Lucky, I don't have time for your blood purity sermon, an' this ain't no time nor place for old xeno-conspiracy theories, we got folks under fire!

Just tell me you killed the guy first.

Okay, alright I don't really wanna know. Jus' save it for later, right now we gotta just stick close and keep movin'. I don't think these spooks got no stomach for a stand up fight. We gotta catch 'em quick afore they all melt back inta the gak-pits they crawled outa.

Well no... Not that guy... He ain't crawlin' nowhere. Feth, girl... Your wilder'n a bag'o rippers!


   
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Part 16- Aftermath

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Marty!

Gak, Wrex what happened?

Well keep pressure on it.

Marty? Marty, Its okay we're gonna get you outa here.

Lucky, go find Del and Bubba and tell them to get their hides over here. And keep an eye out, those Spooks are... Ah feth it, she knows how to look after herself.

Nah, Wrex, Lucky's fine, she's not hurt. None of it's her own blood...
Ah trust me you don't wanna know. Did you tag any Spooks?

Was it the fella that hit Marty?

Fething Delaque ... I'll flay that bald feth alive if I ever...

Nah, I dunno, I maybe got one. They keep it so dark here you can't see gak. Maybe I got him, he got outa there quick enough... By the time I got to Lucky it was all nearly over.

Hey Bub, cut the party back there we gotta situation here! Del, its Marty, she needs help.

Bub, I said can it! You and the Kid can swap war stories plenty on the road. In fact get started, the both'o you. You need to get us the feth outa here! And keep an eye on every Emperor-damned Spook infested tunnel you see. Wrex, go back 'em up, me an' Del got her.

Here Lucky, take the twelve gauge. Oh, yeah thanks.

Hey Marty take this, drink up. Ok, girl, you ready?

On three, Del, up on her feet, I got this side. One, two, three...

An feth, girl, you're heavier than you look... Hey, take it easy... Hey! Well I can see you ain't hurt too bad.

Yeah, Del, otherwise you might be carryin' me too.


   
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Part 17- Show and Tell

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Lucky, hey Lucky! Hold up.

I ain't mad I just wanna talk.

About you, about all of us. About what's gone down.
About Jos.

Yeah I know, he told me so hisself but still. Its on me, y'know, its my responsibility. An' I miss the kid.

Huh? Oh the Orlock kid? Yeah, guess we can call him Azotar now or whatever the warp they called him. Though, Delaque, Orlock... ya know... Things cool between you?

Thanks, Lucky. I mean it. I know it's not been easy. You ain't been yerself. I mean, you never was too calm an' collected but cuttin' a fella's tongue out... Corpse on a Throne...

Well what was he then? A ghost? Spooks been raisin' the dead now?

Well, I'll say there's gotta be some truth to what the redemption been preachin' all these years, but I ain't never seen it. An' in the heat o'the moment, I dunno if I'd trust my own eyes. Not in Delaque territory, they don't got muh love fer the light y'know?

Well lets see it then. You still got the thing doncha?

That thing you showed me. The tongue.

Aw, warp, girl, that stinks! Don't look like much now but throne almighty that's disgusting.

If I didn't know better I'd say that thing was a week old at least!

I've seen ears and throne knows what else last days without rottin' down like that. Did ya have to take the fella's tongue? He didn't have mutant eye-stocks or blue skin or a freaky lookin' finger or nothin'?

Well whatever the feth he was, whatever that thing you've got is, I'll tell you one thing, it ain't right, it ain't human.

Nah, we gotta get Marty home safe. Least as safe as that dump we're callin' home is... it ain't no safety worth a damn....
No, I'll hold court when we got at least a closed door between us an' these Spooks. We'll all talk soon 'nuff.
Now do us a favour, girl. Get rid of that thing. It stinks to High Terra.

Yeah, it ain't the only thing stinks 'round these parts.

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Part 18 - Rationale

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I'm telling you it weren't no determined assault, they just wanted to put the wind up us. It was a warning is all.

About staying the-feth off their territory. Keepin' out their way or I dunno, knowing who's in charge 'round here... Somethin' like that.

Well we know that, and who'd wanna stick around here anyhow? Ah, who knows what they think about. If it were a message it sure as feth weren't a clear one.

No matter, its the same old story, Delaque, Cawdor... you know... well the kid don't know, Orlocks got their own problems with the spooks... or snakes, or whatever the-feth you call 'em, but that ain't our concern.

Well its like this Kid, some houses got better genetics than others. Orlock is pretty strong, you folks share and trade and families move around enough to keep things right. Cawdor's strong too but a little different. We welcome all types, yourself included. If you ware the mask you're one of us. Throne, half of Cawdor ain't Native but we get the best of all people and it keeps our blood good. But some houses ain't normal. Escher got some mutation on the go that they don't talk about. They take men from other houses sometimes but my guess is not nearly enough. But Delaque, they keep too much to themselves.

Well yeah, you could say that kid but its more than that. Cawdor and Escher don't 'xactly see eye to eye but it ain't nuthin' like what it is with Delaque. Escher blood is weak but Delaque blood is... tainted.

Well its what some folks say, the Redemption I mean, and lots believe 'em. I'm startin' to myself.

No, Bub, I ain't just talkin' up a hate storm. Ask Lucky, she believes it. You seen what she pulled offa that Delaque...thing. Did she show you?

Well I seen it, and believe me it weren't right.

No not human... Delaque.

That's what I'm tellin' you, kid. That's what we're in the middle of. Delaque got bad blood, an' it shows.

Well, no, maybe not all of 'em, but its there. And its buried deep. The dark-adapted eyes, the baldness, the sickly skin... It ain't normal and it ain't pure. Ah gak, listen ta me preachin'! I'll be leadin' a crusade next. But I reckon these spooks is harbourin' mutants an' a bunch of Emp'rer-fearin', purity-lovin', fire-bringin' Cawdor rollin' inta town don't fit their plans. That's why they jumped us. That's why they shot Marty...

Hey Del, how's Marty doin'?

Good, cause we're movin' out as soon as she's able. These filthy spooks make me sick to my stomach.


   
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Part 19- Wanted

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Aw, Emperor almighty, Del! Have you seen this?

They're all over the hab, you can't even get a block without drawin' a crowd of goggle-eyed spook gawkers.

Dangerous Outlaws! Inhumanly Savage! Have you ever read such trash? "Hate Preacher Casy, Notorious Redemptionist Zealot". What a crock o' gak! Who's writing this stuff? It don't got no names, no seal of authority, nuthin'! But still, it'll be Arbites at the door next, I swear ta feth!

It's coming from those as ambushed us. They're smokin' us out.

Yeah, and judging by the support they're gettin' I'll say they'll have plenty of help in keepin' an eye on us when we move.

Yeah, I read that part...

Now don't blame Lucky, you know what she's been through, she's just doin' how they raised her. Them missionarium homes is every bit as fethed up as they say. Can't blame a girl for comin' outa there swinging. But she seen true, that weren't no honest-to-Emperor human she cut up.

I dunno, Del. Seems the longer we wait the worse it gets. And you know they'll get organised quick'nuff and come for us if we stay put. I don't reckon we got a choice.

But we need a bolt. Sanctorum? We saw one in the Schema, least I saw the Aquila on the map.

They use it for a what?

Mighta known, damn Spooks is godless. But you went, you cased it, right? It's sound?

It'll have to do. Best protection we got, if it's any. But we gotta move now.

Well we ain't leavin' her behind. Marty'll have to be ready cause there ain't nuthin' else for it. We'll give the kid the twelve gauge, till she heals.

Then he'll have to toughen up and learn fast!



   
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Part 20- The Slaughter-house

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Get inside, Lucky, hit the lights.

Well find it, they gotta have lights in these places, don't they? Delaque can't do ev'rything in the dark.

How ya holdin' up, Marty?

Feth, sorry I asked. Take her easy Bub, find a pew. Throne, what's that stink. Del, I thought you said they had some kinda food factory in here? Don't smell like food to me? Least not that I'd eat. Some folks...

Whoa, that's bright. You get used to the dark 'round these parts, after a while. Thanks Lucky!

Aw, gak... I see... Its a slaughter-house. Godless feths didn't even take down the icons! I swear, they're butchering Emperor-knows-what-meat on the stone dais. Feth, these Delaque deserve worse than we can give 'em, Throne never mind the Redemption I'd report them to the Inquisition if I could. This is heresy! Look, they've defiled the frieze!

Sanguinius wept!

Del, I dunno man, you might be the first honest-to-god-Emperor-Imperial Cult preacher that's set foot in this place in a hundred years.

Alright, well do what you gotta. Bless-the-feth out this place any way you can. Its beggin' fer it.

Lucky, recon the upper floor, look for any holes, in or out. Wrex you're on guard.
Wrex! The door! Ya hear?
He's got it.

The rest of you we got work to do. Lets clear this stinkin' meat-market out and set up shop. We gonna give these Delaque a service to remember.


   
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Hi folks,

On the off-chance that someone is actually following this wierd tale I'm writing (and even more unlikely awaiting an update) I thought I'd check in and apologise for the delay in posting a new instalment. I have a few more written but wanted to insert a little more action because it was getting a bit slow. Truth be told I'm running out of ideas and inspiration for this one. But I'd prefer to wrap it up than just leave the Faithul Few hangin'.

If anyone out there in Dakka land has anything at all to say about it do let me know. Might help this story get back on track.

Thanks.

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Part 21- A Holy Hand Grenade.

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Hey hold up. Hey stop. Bubba, hold it!

Upstairs. Just shut yer yap!

D'you hear that?

Well Lucky's up there but...

Aw gak, not again! C'mon Bub, we gotta move!

This way, the stairs are back here. I thought the place was empty but if there's anyone up there they're up there with Lucky.

Yeah I mean to go up there. An' I mean you to come the feth with me too!

Just keep yer eyes and ears open... An' yer mouth shut.

Hey Lucky! Hey girl, you still up there? Bub, hey Bub check left.

Lucky?

What, nuthin? Locked? Never mind, Bub, stick close.

Hey girl, you got the lights on already, you can come join the party downstairs anyti...

Ah, gak! For the love of... You're the sneakin'est fethin'... God-Emperor almighty girl, you know how to scare the gak clean outa a fella!

Hey, Lucky, we heard boots. No, a couple of 'em, not yours I mean.

What! So where are they? Don't tell me you...

Alright, I was just... You know, I mean I'm just glad we're not too late. They right in there?

Alright, Hey Bub wait. How many we got, girl?

An' Weapons?

Doesn't matter really. But they know we're here, we didn't exactly tip toe down the aisle.

Alright, got a flame Bub?

Well stand by with that.

Hey! Hey you in there. We got no truck with heretics an' we got no love fer Delaque neither. I gak you not we got a knife fer each throat an' more'n nuff flame fer your damned souls. You hear?

Now I ain't askin' ye to step out all meek an' all. I ain't got no time that. I'm just givin' you fair warning. You got 'bout enough time to make yer peace with the Emperor of mankind an' see yer soul right afore I call down the fire. Hear?

Sound like a boom stick? Well someone loaded somethin'... An' that's an auto-cartridge.

I don't hear no penitence in there! I don't reckon one of you godless feths is on yer knees!

Light 'em up Bub! My conscience ain't gonna suffer none over a bunch of heretic thieves.

Behold the fate of your worthless souls! The flame cleanseth and purifies the flesh. It traineth the soul in the way of the light!

That's it Bub. Keep it up. Pour it on.

Hey anyone got another Frag grenade?

Alright, this one'll have to do. Ain't no size of a room anyhow. Get ready you two. If they see this comin' they'll come a-runnin'.

Heretics! Your time is up!


   
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Part 22- Robes of Office

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Alright, kid?

Yeah... Azotar. Right. You got to grips with that boom stick yet?

Hey, I'm just askin'. Up close an' personal is best with that one, just bury the business end in some spook's guts and pull. Can't go wrong.

Whoah! Lucky?

Holy feth on a stick girl! You gotta stop sneakin' up on me.

What? You thought appearin' over my shoulder in a fethin' Redemptor's mask wouldn't scare the gak outa me? What's wrong with you, girl? Where'd you find that thing anyways?

What was you doin' in the vestry?

Oh right, but you checked the exits?

None?

Well Yeah but neither can we. Where's old Boneless with a secret passageway when you need 'im?

You want me to ware it? Hey, them's a priest's robes! I ain't...

Del... you too? Rockin' the pointy deacon look, eh?

Throne, Lucky, you near got the whole choir fitted out. Though, Azotar just about draws the line at Cawdor leather, never mind these, I mean, is this real gold? Look at the nose on this one!

Hey Bub, whatdya reckon?

Ha, very funny. Yer no emperor's-gift to the ladies yerself. Do 'em a favour and cover up. This one's plenty ugly 'nuff.

What, more? Holy Terra, where in the name of purity did you find that?

Does it work?

Well don't give it to me, girl. It it wants promethium you know Bubba's got some. Feth, its a custom job though, piece o' work. Hey, Bub, your new staff of office!

Yeah fer real, reckon the faithless feths round here ain't never even seen a Holy Brazier before; more's the pity. Though I reckon you're the guy to show 'em how it works. Here, take it.

Watch, it's a little top-heavy.

I think I best go take a look up there myself. If a generation of thieves left this lot behind then who knows what else they left in there.

No that's ok, just throw this over to Bub and then you go check on Marty. But don't tell her I sent you. In fact don't look like you're checkin' up on her, ya know? Act casual.

Hey, Del! You're with me. And take that damn pointy hat off, you're givin' me the creeps.


   
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Part 23- Secrets in the Vestry

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Lucky called it the vestry but I dunno...

Yeah Del, or the vault maybe, look at this door! How did she get in?

She's too good at that sort of thing, If I had anything worth lockin' up I'd be worried.

Someone's been in here, I mean the place has been ransacked, this weren't all Lucky. Guess nothing's sacred to some folks. Though there's plenty here sacred to us.

I dunno, just keep yer eyes open. What I really wanna know is what happened to this place. I mean, Delaque ain't no saints but when the Cult don't even hold 'nuff influence to keep what's ours well... It ain't a good sign.

I dunno, Del, you got the learnin', maybe pick a codex and start readin'.

I'm gonna look fer... answers. Maybe I'll know 'em when I see 'em.

Hey, help me with this thing, its heavy as... Hmphf. Well, there's plen'y more for you to read. What is it with priests an' dexes anyways?

Codices, whatever, why you need so many. They all say 'bout the same thing, don't they?

Well what's the point in that? If no folks can't even read 'em but priests! Sacred texts in holy script! A lotta Delaque round here could use some straight talkin' never mind that mumbo-jumbo.

Aw, whatever. I ain't seein' so much as a...

Shh! What's goin' on down there?

Shh, I hear voices.

No, I dunno. It's ok, I'll go check it out. You stay here and keep lookin', and lock the door.


   
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Renegade Kan Killin Orks






Northern Ireland

Part 24- It's Not How it Looks.
Spoiler:

Hey, who let them in?

Wrex! Wrex, what's goin' on?

With The Kid? What? We're "with the kid" who the feth are these guys?

Yeah, Orlocks, right, I'm not blind, buddy. I can't see no Cadena colours but I don't doubt you got 'em. Am I right? Show us, 'nless you 'shamed...

Damn right you got 'em. Now you might have the kid convinced...

Yeah, Azotar. He might even've talked Wrex into lettin' you in the door. But the last time we met... well lets just say we didn't exactly part on good terms.

So why you three here?

Well, I'm sorry for your wasted journey. See, our boy here, Azotar, he ain't for goin' back.

No, no, it ain't like that. We ain't holdin' no one hostage. Azotoar signed up. He's one of the faithful now, make no mistake. Tell 'em, Kid.

See? You can relax. Azotar's doin' just fine.
Yeah, I know what this looks like. The robes, the masks, the Sactum... ah this place could use a little work... well, you get the picture. But what he's tryin' to say is we ain't crusaders, we ain't on some redemption trip. Throne, we been on the run from the Redemption from the start.

But right now we've stumbled into the biggest den of godless scum this hive ever seen! We jus' got here and we been harassed, stood up, ambushed and damn near chased outa town fer jus' showin' up. So I guess we jus' doin' what we know. We run to the Sanctum. Only we found it like this.

Whatd'ya mean? Look at this place! Ain't no Emperor fearin' soul set foot in here fer decades! Not to worship anyhow. It's been turned over for a slaughterhouse and a thieves' den and Emperor only knows what else!

Look at this, since when did any of the Holy Order of Terra have four arms? They defiled plenty more all over. It's heresy, plain simple and its gotten our backs up no end.

Well so what if I do? Whatd'you care? Go back to Acero's work gang if you like the sound of his voice better.

Yeah, I know how it is, and it seems to me you boys are in somethin' of a bind. You ain't goin' back, you can't even if you wanted to. See, don't no Orlock walk free in Delaque territory long. Azotar was smart, he wore Cawdor leather and kept his mouth shut, mostly. But you fellas are already marked.

Yeah, you know it. And every spook in town knows where we are. So I reckon there's just two choices. You three can turn right around and take your chances, or you can stay right here and mask up. I won't make you say your prayers, though it wouldn't hurt yer soul none.

Plan? I say we all reopen this here Sanctum for the Emperor's purity to flow forth once again and clean the filth outta these here streets. We didn't come here lookin' a fight and we sure weren't lookin' for some kinda holy crusade but no matter, one found us all the same. We been given a mission and I mean to make a stand right here and see it through. If you're all willin' to put yer hands to it?

Throne! Listen to me! Maybe its exactly what it looks like.

   
 
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