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Grand Ol' Tales of the OI-FU: 1

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PostPosted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 9:35 am 
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What follows is an account of my first game in my Necromunda Campaign. Feel free to comment here, and take a look at the gang's past, present, and future at my Necro campaign thread. This thread will be dedicated to the story of the Orlock Iron-Forge Union, in the form of somehwat elaborate battle stories.

Enjoy!

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With the familiar weight of his old lasgun in his hands, Seamus, the leader of the Orlock Iron-Forge Union, stepped through the rusty blast door into the abandoned dome, the sound of his booted footsteps echoing ever so slightly in the stale air. Ahead of him, the boys of the OI-FU spread out around the ruins of a centuries-old processing tower. A few meters beyond this, another tower stood defiantly amongst the rubble, with old barrels stacked haphazardly across the metal decking plates. Through the lazily swirling dust, Seamus could just make out the edges of several old ruined hab-units and an air-cycling tower – a good sign.

According to the drunken Scummer who had passed through the settlements on OI-FU territory, this dome was supposed to have at least a few bits of valuable tech and other equipment lying about, but Seamus would bet his stake in the Socul an Bhaile that he wasn’t the only one who had been told about the find. On the other hand, it had taken the Orlock gang several hours to find the place, so it was possible that they were the first to set foot in here for a number of months.

Up ahead, Finn took a final pull from his last fungus beer and dropped the empty can to the ground, casually resting the barrel of his shotgun against his shoulder. Seamus frowned at the noise but said nothing, making a mental note to tear Finn a new one when they got back to the Socul an Bhaile. Further up, Oran slowly crept forward, casting nervous glances all around. Angus stalked alongside, checking and rechecking his autopistol with hands that weren’t quite steady. Both juves stopped near an old bulkhead at the base of the processing tower to wait for Finn.

To Seamus’s left, Liam moved quickly and quietly through the scattered trash and debris. The former PDF member’s military bearing was apparent, his battered service autogun held against his chest in a high ready position. Liam’s attentive gaze scanned the dismal surroundings as he advanced, and Seamus had no doubt that Liam’s senses were at their sharpest right now.

Around the other side of the tower, juves Michael and Patrick picked their way through the dusty rubble towards a stack of rusted metal that might once have been fuel drums. Knives drawn, Michael kept a lookout as Patrick ducked into cover and checked the charge on his laspistol. Both started as Murphy stepped up behind them and cycled a high-power man-stopper round into the breech of his well-used shotgun. Seamus chuckled quietly at the reaction of the high-strung kids, and watched approvingly as Murphy calmly placed a finger against his lips to quiet them.

Glancing upward, Seamus watched as Riley finished hauling his heavy stubber over the top of the ladder, cursing under his breath at the unwieldy bulk. Seamus didn’t envy the job of carrying the stubber up the ladders, but preferred a grumbling heavy to a piss-poor base of fire. At the top of the 3-story structure, Cillian was crouched behind a pile of fallen ceiling tiles. Cillian’s lasgun rested easily in his hands as the ganger kept watch across the fields of twisted plasteel and broken concrete. Below Riley, Felim swiftly climbed the ladder to the first floor, the silent ganger’s lasgun slung tightly against his back. As Felim stepped off the rungs, Sean appeared on the second story, leaning out beyond a mold-encrusted buttress. His nod down to the leader of the OI-FU was returned quickly, and Sean turned back and stepped into the shadows of the platform, cycling the action on his autogun.

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Suddenly a muzzle flash lit up the dome. The rasping burp of stubber fire roared out from the top of the air-cycling tower as low-intensity tracers started zipping across the air. Cillian ducked behind the thick plasteel tiles as the high-caliber rounds rained down on his position, but as he prepared to return fire, he heard Riley’s stubber smash against the deck as the heavy bellowed out one of the vilest curses Cillian had heard. Glancing to his left, Cillian saw Riley sprawled out on the platform, blood quickly soaking the legs of his torn trousers.

Cillian flicked off the safety on his lasgun, tucked the weapon up against his shoulder, and popped up from cover to provide covering fire for Riley. Even as the Orlock raised his rifle, several las-bolts flashed across the gap from the catwalk on the air-cycling tower and seared into the flesh of Cillian’s exposed arm and shoulder. Recoiling at the sudden pain, Cillian didn’t even see the final shot that grazed the side of his head and spun him violently to the ground, unconscious and bleeding freely from his wounds.

At the sound of the stubber fire, Sean whirled around, knocking over a small box and scattering its contents - small green circuit-chips – across the platform. Sean paused to sweep the chips back into the box and tucked the container into his vest pocket, then crept to the bulkhead and peeked around the edge of the structure, spotting a boy moving swiftly across the floor of the dome. The juve was clad in the unmistakable colors of the 7th Ash Waste Rifles – a Van Saar gang headed up by an old Guard veteran and a royal pain in the arse to many an underhiver. Sean brought up his autogun and drew a quick bead on the juve, who remained oblivious to his predicament. Sean’s finger tightened on the trigger, and the 7th AWR juve dropped wordlessly into the dust, sprawling face-first onto a rather large chunk of concrete. The loud crack of skull on concrete was audible even over the cacophony of gunfire in the old dome.

Meanwhile, Liam had dropped to one knee behind a twisted cluster of girders as his practiced eye picked out another Van Saar ahead of him. As Liam watched, Patrick, Michael, and Murphy all ran full-tilt into the open, crossing between the two towers. They remained unaware of the Van Saar, who raised his lasgun to fire at the Orlocks. Seeing his chance, Liam stepped up from his crouch and squeezed off a three-round burst, taking the 7th AWR ganger down in a bloody heap as Murphy and the juves ducked into cover behind the bulkheads at the foot of the second tower.

Murphy stopped at the bulkhead and hooked a thumb over his shoulder towards the tower, then gestured for the juves to head up the ladder. Michael slid one of his knives back into the sheath and drew his autopistol as Patrick nimbly scaled the ladders up to the second floor. Once there, Patrick quickly scanned the platform for enemies, seeing a Van Saar near the tower walls at the center of the platform. Fortunately, the man was focused on another task, so Patrick signaled down the ladder for his comrades to follow. Michael scurried up the ladder, followed by Murphy, who ordered the juves to charge the Van Saar before he had a chance to bring his weapon to bear.

Unfortunately, as Michael and Patrick bore down on the Rifles ganger, Patrick’s boot snagged on a large bolt standing proud of the deck and he was sent sprawling. More unfortunate still, his headlong tumble knocked Patrick off his feet just as he was about to put his knife between the Van Saar’s ribs. The Van Saar quickly stepped back as the blade whistled through the air, and as Patrick rushed to meet the floor, pistoned the butt of the shotgun into the juve’s skull, landing a brutal blow that knocked him out cold. Michael scrambled to his feet, but was met by a swift kick in the ribs from the Van Saar, followed by a series of sharp strikes from the shotgun’s stock. The juve laid still, save for the twitching of his fingers around the grip of the knife.

Murphy watched in disbelief as the juves were expertly dispatched by the 7th AWR ganger, then scrambled for cover as the man leveled the shotgun in his direction. Murphy found himself cut off from escape, with the ladder out of safe reach and the only other way off the tower being a 3-meter drop. The Van Saar shouted to his fellow gangers, and as Murphy risked a quick look around the corner, he saw a juve step out from behind the tower, and two more men emerge from a hatch in the deck, each wearing the “uniform” of the Rifles, each brandishing bolt pistols. One he recognized as the leader of the Van Saar gang, and a military-grade chainsword hung in a sheath on his belt. Murphy cursed under his breath, and before he could come up with a plan, he found himself under attack from all four Van Saar. Blows rained down from all angles, and for just a moment, Murphy thought he might be able to take one of them down with him, but the juve’s autopistol spat, and Murphy slumped unconscious to the deck, bleeding heavily from a gunshot wound along his scalp.

Seamus had advanced with Finn, Angus, and Oran along the right flank of the 7th AWR, and as he stepped behind a chuck of fallen wall, he looked up to the second tower just in time to see Murphy fall. Angus and Oran saw the Orlock fall as well, but a quick reassurance from Seamus and a promise of revenge against the Van Saar sump-rats helped to steel the juves against their fears.

Seamus looked back at the processing tower to see Felim emerge from the shadows of the first floor below Sean. The Orlock brought his weapon to bear on the second tower and a single las-bolt lanced through the air, solidly tagging the Van Saar juve who had shot Murphy. The Van Saar who had taken out Michael and Patrick stepped out from cover to pull his juve comrade to safety, but down on the dome’s floor, Liam’s aim once again proved true. A single shot rang out, piercing the Van Saar’s shoulder. Seeing the fates of their comrades, the Rifles’ leader and bolt-pistolier held their places behind the wall.

Finn, still feeling the effects of his “liquid courage,” mantled over the rubble he had been using for cover and moved up behind the collapsed entrance to an air tunnel, waving up the rest of the Orlocks on the flank. After gesturing for the juves to follow, the Orlock leader followed Finn up the field. Seamus moved up to the next patch of cover in a bid to outmaneuver the Rifles on the air-cycling tower, with Oran falling in beside him.

However, Angus stopped only briefly before spying a Van Saar further ahead, and before Seamus could stop him, the juve was moving up to attack the Rifles ganger. Seamus leaned out from cover, shouting for Angus to get his arse into cover, but the Van Saar had already seen the boy. A smirk on his face, the 7th AWR ganger raised his lasgun and casually dropped the juve with a burst of las-bolts, before stepping behind a bulkhead. Lying face-down in the rubble, Angus grimaced against the pain in an attempt to lift his autopistol, but to no avail. The juve collapsed into the dirt, the gun clattering as it dropped from his hand.

Sean’s perch above the field gave him a clear shot to the Van Saar as he dove back into cover, but as his finger tightened on the trigger, the Orlock suddenly felt as if he had been hit in the ribs with a sledgehammer. As he slumped against the bulkhead, Sean heard a clattering – the box of circuit-chips had spilled again, this time spotted with red drops of the ganger’s blood. Sean reached for the loot, but as he did, his foot slipped off the deck. Instinctively pinwheeling his arms to balance, the gunshot wound in his side flared a bright, angry white-hot explosion of pain and Sean blacked out, his last conscious sensation one of weightlessness.

Finn watched in horror as Sean plunged off the tower, falling nearly seven meters to the ground, before landing in a pile of twisted plasteel and shattered ceramic tiles. Finn looked away before the other Orlock impacted – right as a Van Saar stepped around the corner and smashed the butt of a shotgun into Finn’s face.

Felim looked over past the edge of the platform to where Sean lay in the debris below. Deep cuts criss-crossed the man’s body, with a particularly nasty gash across the left cheek and several lacerations along the right arm. Felim frowned as he turned to the nearby ladder and climbed up to the second floor to try and spot the shooter. As he opened the hatch on the second floor, he was greeted by the box of circuit-chips, which were scooped up and dumped into one of the many pockets of Felim’s trousers. Unfortunately, this distraction allowed Sean’s attacker to hide themselves behind the railing of the catwalk.

Torn between the desire for revenge and concern for his boys, Seamus reluctantly gave the signal to withdraw, shouting out in the OI-FU Keltik tongue to recover the wounded and retreat.

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The echoes of gunfire quickly faded, replaced by the cries of victory from the 7th Ash Waste Rifles as they claimed the field. Thankfully, he saw Angus drag himself into cover before limping back towards the dome’s entrance. Passing the processing tower, Seamus watched Felim drag Riley’s unconscious form to the edge of the tower before throwing the heavy over his shoulder and slowly climbing down. Cillian clambered down with the gang’s heavy stubber over his bleeding shoulder, and Oran moved to pull Sean out of the twisted metal below the tower.

As the gang moved past the tower, he was shocked to see Michael supporting both Murphy and Patrick, each with a blood-soaked bandage wrapped around their heads. Seamus ran to the group and put an arm around Patrick, helping the wounded juve along. The OI-FU filed out through the blast door to begin the long journey home, and only then did Seamus realize that Finn had not been among their number. All that was left was the empty can of fungus beer – the Rifles had dragged Finn away through the ruins.

Seamus looked out one last time across the dome. Sensing a presence behind him, the Orlock leader turned to see Felim standing silently nearby. The quiet man held out a small box in one hand. Seamus took it and upended it into his open hand. Twenty-odd small circuit-chips sat neatly in the leader’s palm.

Seamus sighed and nodded to Felim, who returned to the rest of the gang, leaving his leader to curse bitterly at fate. The take had been poor, the cost had been high – too high.

Seamus put the chips back into the box and tucked the loot into his vest pocket.

With the familiar weight of his old lasgun in his hands, Seamus, the leader of the Orlock Iron-Forge Union, stepped through the rusty blast door into the dark tunnels of the underhive, the sound of his booted footsteps echoing ever so slightly in the stale air. Ahead of him, the boys of the OI-FU trudged wearily into the darkness.

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Scenario: Scavengers v. 7th Ash Waste Rifles (Van Saar)

Played 12.21.07

Result: Loss (OI-FU bottled volutarily)

Injuries:
Riley - Old Battle Wound
Finn - Captured
Cillian - Arm Wound (R)
Sean - Horrible Scars
Murphy - Head Wound
Patrick - Head Wound
Michael - Full Recovery

1 Loot Counter collected, redeemed for 20 Credits.

Skills:
Liam - Crack Shot, +1 Attacks
Felim - +1 Toughness
Sean - +1 Initiative
Patrick - +1 Toughness


Last edited by Weagmacht on Wed Jan 09, 2008 8:12 am, edited 2 times in total.

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A very nice write up. Bummer about the results though. :eek:

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I'm glad to see someone took notice of my story! :D

I unfortunately don't take the best notes during the games I play and so the next write-up is a long ways off, as I try to piece together the action in my head.

s4G, I'd also like to say that your stories of Ian Hauk were a huge inspiration! I will try to work out another story soon-ish!

More C&C is welcome!


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Weagmacht wrote:
s4G, I'd also like to say that your stories of Ian Hauk were a huge inspiration! I will try to work out another story soon-ish!


You are too kind... I have more in the pipeline... I jsut need to get off my duff and get back to work!

The one thing I do, and you did a fairly good job of it yourself, was to stick to one charecter's POV unless there is something that is really needed for the plot line. There's just too much going on to get it all down. Besides, things that happen "off camera" can be recorded in the story at a later point.

Keep up the good work. I am looking forward to the next story. 8)

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