The bulky silhouette of Akilles Lebow filled the door to the hab-hole. Vinsten Courraine, still recovering from the energy-shield pummelling he'd received from Dutch, leader of Nubis Machina, winced as he rolled over to face the newcomer.
'Akilles.... that you?' muttered Vints.
'Yeah, boss...' Akilles had just returned from a desperate visit to the local doc.
'.... What about Droo?'
There was a pause, then Akilles threw two objects onto the rough rockcrete floor of the hab-hole. An autopistol and a wrench. Droo Macbacta's weapons.
'Sump-born doc was charging more credits'n we got stashed just to take a look,' said Akilles.
Droo bled out while I was hagglin'...'
Vints exhaled heavily as he lay back on the bed. 'Well, frag it. That's him and Mevill both gone. Welcome to Sector H8....'
Akilles grimaced bitterly, without much sadness - like any hivedweller, he'd seen plenty of death and brutality over the years.
Vints pondered what had gone down. The Jackers had faced Nubis Machina for control of the Weavers' Warrens tunnels. The Orlocks had done a decent job of outflanking the Van Saars, and things boiled down to a bitter short-range struggle in a few metres of corridor. Mevill had caught a faceful of woe - it seemed the Van Saars overestimated the threat posed by the juve - which had allowed the Jackers to pile in even as their ammo ran short. Ivan and Ijax took out an enemy ganger apiece, and Vints himself dropped the Machina champion Trix. But then Dutch had stepped up and the two leaders faced off. For all he pressed the attack, Vints had been unable to get through the Van Saar leader's impressive armour - turns out an armoured bodyglove, flak and an energy shield is tough work even for the teeth of a chainsword. Vints hadn't fared so well when Dutch battered him into unconsciousness. With the Jackers in disarray, Nubis Machina bottled the fight and regrouped, taking control of the tunnels.
'What now, boss?' said Akilles, bringing Vints back to the moment.
The Orlock leader exhaled again, all aches and bruises. 'Well, shame we lost two boys, but bodies are replaceable - reputation ain't, and we showed these H8ers what Bedlam Town boys can do. Plus, there's the captive....'
Akilles grimaced again. The captive. Ganger Julius, currently sporting a vicious headwound and trussed up elsewhere in the hideout.
'That's right,' said Vints. 'No doubt we'll be seeing those Nubis Machina scavs again before too long. Set the watch. And make sure they're packing...'
'Akilles.... that you?' muttered Vints.
'Yeah, boss...' Akilles had just returned from a desperate visit to the local doc.
'.... What about Droo?'
There was a pause, then Akilles threw two objects onto the rough rockcrete floor of the hab-hole. An autopistol and a wrench. Droo Macbacta's weapons.
'Sump-born doc was charging more credits'n we got stashed just to take a look,' said Akilles.
Droo bled out while I was hagglin'...'
Vints exhaled heavily as he lay back on the bed. 'Well, frag it. That's him and Mevill both gone. Welcome to Sector H8....'
Akilles grimaced bitterly, without much sadness - like any hivedweller, he'd seen plenty of death and brutality over the years.
Vints pondered what had gone down. The Jackers had faced Nubis Machina for control of the Weavers' Warrens tunnels. The Orlocks had done a decent job of outflanking the Van Saars, and things boiled down to a bitter short-range struggle in a few metres of corridor. Mevill had caught a faceful of woe - it seemed the Van Saars overestimated the threat posed by the juve - which had allowed the Jackers to pile in even as their ammo ran short. Ivan and Ijax took out an enemy ganger apiece, and Vints himself dropped the Machina champion Trix. But then Dutch had stepped up and the two leaders faced off. For all he pressed the attack, Vints had been unable to get through the Van Saar leader's impressive armour - turns out an armoured bodyglove, flak and an energy shield is tough work even for the teeth of a chainsword. Vints hadn't fared so well when Dutch battered him into unconsciousness. With the Jackers in disarray, Nubis Machina bottled the fight and regrouped, taking control of the tunnels.
'What now, boss?' said Akilles, bringing Vints back to the moment.
The Orlock leader exhaled again, all aches and bruises. 'Well, shame we lost two boys, but bodies are replaceable - reputation ain't, and we showed these H8ers what Bedlam Town boys can do. Plus, there's the captive....'
Akilles grimaced again. The captive. Ganger Julius, currently sporting a vicious headwound and trussed up elsewhere in the hideout.
'That's right,' said Vints. 'No doubt we'll be seeing those Nubis Machina scavs again before too long. Set the watch. And make sure they're packing...'