Hive Decastus chews through gangs. It is rare that gangs last very long, and this brings opportunities for fresh blood to battle it out for (temporary) supremacy. Six news gangs exploded onto the scene when word was heard that a freshly discovered spore cave was unearthed below an old hab-center.
Real World Notes-Six gangs would fight it out with the last gang standing gaining possession of the Spore Cave territory. five loot counters were also placed on the board. The six gangs would enter from the four corners and centers of the two long table edges. End of Note
The territorial smash up popped off with an Orlock gang in a corner, next to a ash waste gang, next to a Goliath gang next to a gang of small pointy eared green folks, next to a dark and mysterious gang, next to a gang of lanky giant avian gang in clockwise order. Not a long gun was to be found amongst the entirely juve event.
There is often a soft entry into the ruins, and the gangs advance with a live and let live attitude as they push for the loot and strategic positions in the middle of the….oops never mind. The ash wasters, known as the Wastoids pivoted right and immediately blasted the House Orlock Mid-Waste Bears.
Laspistols popped off and one of the Bears dropped with a hole burned in his body. While the sad lad crawled to safety, the rest of the club wielding tuffs bolted across a bridge under fire and climbed a ladder under the room where the ashers were holed up.
One, then two then three then four wrench, pipe and axe wielding boys swung and chopped at the Wastoids who were only armed with knives. A hand to hand bout for the ages (or at least for the rest of the night) ensued as both gangs ignored all else to beat each other senseless. One Wastoid and one Waster would perish, and the Wastoids would be routed from the fight.
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This is how it began |
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This is how it ended |
Across the hab-center, another duel played out, but with more nuance and less blood (but only barely less blood.) Boy Goliaths rolled forward from one corner towards a box of loot that sat on the ground level of the hab, while oddly green, little pointy eared creatures with loud guns and sharp teeth advanced from the other corner. They met in the middle.
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The Red crate is the loot |
The slow crawl towards the precious gear transitioned into a fist fight when neither gang could effectively shoot each other. Juves have bad aim. The little green gangsters leapt the barriers separating them from the muscle boys and soon the two gangs were exchanging blows. Again, clubs beat knives and the humans made off with the loot, leaving one dead from each gang.
It is not uncommon for one gang in particular to casually sneak into the ruins and pluck out loot without anyone noticing. Almost nobody noticed. A gang known as the Pale Veil split into two groups; one went high and one went low. They creeped along while four other gangs bashed in each other’s heads just yards away. One gang did notice; the avians.
No description of the Pale Veil was given. They barely engaged in any combat but did manage to wound a bird and two House Goliath lads who caught on to their scheme too late. They received no casualties and hauled off two of the five crates of goodies
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Not Burp Chickens |
In the end no one could declare that they held the hab-center. The Wastoids carried off a crate of loot but were battered. The muscles carried off another, but were also beat up. The birds snuck one off, and the Veil grabbed two. Four lads-each from a different gang died. It was, overall a smashing start to the story of this new batch of go-getters.
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