A/N I have no idea what the gangs outside of Escher, Orlock, Goliath or Van saar look like. Other then that sorry for the delay working on youtube videos is hard.
Above the wall in the marble and gold covered city of the spire was awe inspiring to anyone outside of the hive world. On the balcony of a house which was open to guests, which Alyva took full advantage. She sat upright in a chair reading a book awaiting the arrival of a guest. The Inquisitor decided to use her noble status to try and fish for information in the higher parts of the hive. In any noble house each member would gain the skill for acquiring knowledge from simple talk and that's what she planned to do.
The Inquisitor needed to know how high up the cult managed to get, and that's what she was going to get. Even if it took a while, patience was key to any good Inquisitional operation.
Verella walked up to the noble dressed in a maid outfit with a tray in hand. She had some experience with this kinda of work when the Inquisitor posed as a noble and she posed as a maid. Thankfully the role also involved a Sister Famulous who taught her what she could about the job. She didn't like it, but it did allow her to get a lot of information from others. But unlike the sister, she was meant to be a proper maid.
Being a Famulous would been too noticeable and would force the nobles to keep their mouths shut. This way, things would be said that would otherwise not be said if it was clear she was a former Adeptus Sororitas with a fetish for setting people on fire. Reaching the noble she then placed a plate down with some toast and jam on the side.
"When is that noble getting here?" she asked in an irritated tone.
Alyva just gave a coy smile. "Soon, sometimes they like to be late as to show that they don't think much of you. Make you feel inadequate, like your nothing but a bug. Just try not to burn him when he gets here."
Verella nodded as she moved the tray next to her body. At that moment the militia Capitan walked in and bowed.
"My lady may I introduce Lord Catallus." he said moving out of the way allowing for a man who looked no older then hos 50's dressed in a very exotic outfit walked in.
"Ahhh lady Moreguard," he said with a bow. "Welcome to Hive Primus of Necromunda."
Alyva stood and bowed as well before walking up and the two shook hands. "Yes, it is good to be here." she smiled as she indicated for him to sit. "Please, sit."
Verella walked up and pulled a chair out and offered it to the Lord. Smiling at her, he sat before she moved round and held the chair for Alyva.
"Now, I believe that you have a proposal for me." she said as she began to spread the jam on her toast.
His brow raised with a curious eye. "Indeed I do, you like to get down to business."
"Indeed, it is a flaw of my family. Something that allows us to do the job well."
"I see. So to business then? I have a job for your contacts." Alyva just smiled and nodded allowing him to continue. "Some time ago I had a daughter, she decided that this life was below her and left for the savageness of the Underhive. I will spare you the details, but it turns out that she had a daughter with a man who I found to be less then creditable. She is with a gang who call themselves the Wildcats, I wish for her to be brought up here so that she can take her rightful place with my family."
The young Moreguard noble took a sip of tea before placing it back down on the table. "What is her name?"
"Kari Jerico."
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Chris groaned as as he awoke, the back of his head felt like something hit him over the back of the head. He tried to reach round to rub his head, but the sound of chains brought his eyes to his wrists. Metal cuffs were around his wrists and all of his weapons had been removed. Getting up he looked round, the place was rusted but it was also quite big and poorly lit. There was also a few other people in the room with him. Most of them looked like normal civilians but at least three looked like gangers. Ignoring them he began to feel his way around the place, maybe there was a door or this was just a simple pit.
"Don't bother." said an Escher ganger making him to turn to her. "The only way out is up." she pointed at a catwalk above them. "But we are not likely going to make it due to the fact that a large pool of acid poured on us to 'cleanse us'."
"Thanks." was all Chris said as he looked down to his wrists.
He began to twist is bionic arm. It clicked and wined until his hand came off his arm. Eyebrows raised at that action as the hand dropped to the floor. With his hands free he then picked up the hand and reattached it. He then grabbed the other cuff and crushed it, the parts of the cuff fell to the floor with a clatter.
"Well with that out of the way." he looked up.
The walls were filled down so that there was no clean holes to get a good grip. There was no clear way out of the pit, except one. He turned to the rest of the prisoners.
"Ok I have a plan to get out of here, but after a point it involves all of us." he said.
The House of Cawdor was one of poverty but religious zeal. One of the most feared due to do being devout to a fault. This made them at best predictable and unpredictable at the same time. Predictable as their actions can be clearly read due to the fact that they tend to be poorly equipped but unpredictable as their zeal can make them do the unexpected. But ever since the previous Cardinal Crimson was dethroned a new more violent one came into power. This one was more cunning and aimed to make all Cawdor gangs a force to be reckoned with.
With the sinners and heretics waiting to be redeemed at least one guard was present. No other guard was needed due to the fact that the acid pit was cleaned of every grip along the walls. The guard yawed as he walked around the pit not noticing a hook anchoring itself on a nearby iron pillar. A shadow pulled themselves up from the pit, the guard was too busy trying to keep awake that he was shocked was something grabbed his head then snapped his neck. The orange cloaked Cawdor fell down dead.
With the area clear Chris then looked around and found some cables. Grabbing them the hen threw them into the pit and people began to climb out. The gangers where first followed by the civilians who just ran for it. M3 walked up to the gangers.
"Ok so where is the armoury?" he asked.
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"It's been over a day." Krimm said in an annoyed tone. "He should have been back by now."
The others said nothing as they looked to one another with guilty eyes.
"Unyaa, I should have gone with him. I was a bounty hunter in a hive for most of my life, I could have kept him safe." Liana asked. "If we don't find him the Inquisitor will have our heads."
The others looked to each other for a moment, this was a tricky situation. M3 was important to history, and maybe having him on a mission in a have was not the best of ideas. But what's done is done and they needed to sort it out. But the vox activated braking them out of their trance Liana moved up and answered it.
"Liana speaking." she said into the mic.
Alyva spoke from the other side. "Guy's we got a job but I doubt that Escher will like it. We need to bring someone's grandchild up to the upperhive. She's with the Wildcat gang and her name is Kari Jerico, it seems like she was the daughter of two bounty hunters. The details are a little sketchy, but I think it's better then nothing."
"Understood."
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Chris and the four other gangers found the armoury unguarded, likely due to the chaos the civilians were causing. Two of them were Escher while one was an Orlock and the final one a Van saar. While they did look at each other with suspicion they also kept a look out for Cawdor gangers, but it seemed that the Orlock ganger had a problem with one of the Escher's.
"Come on, hurry up." he demanded.
The Ecsher with the blue hair and goggles turned to him and spat back. "We're hurrying as fast as we can!"
Chris just rolled his eyes as an autogun was handed to him along with the auto and stub pistols he had before being captured. After cocking his weapons he then turned to the other gangers who checked their own weapons. The blue haired Escher grabbed a lasgun along with a stub pistol. The other one grabbed a chainsword and two pearl handled laspistols. The Van saar ganger however had some form of shield with a plasma pistol and the Orlock took a heavy stubber.
"Ok so where's the way out?" he asked.
The Orlock ganger looked around them. "This way." he said leading the way and the other's followed him.
As they moved the weight of the stubber didn't seem to slow him down, it was like he was used to it. As the group moved, Chris lagged a bit until he was next to the Escher with the duel laspistols.
"Sorry but I couldn't help but notice, your weapons." he said. "They look a little expensive, how did you get them?"
Not looking at him she spoke in a tone that sounded a bit distant. "The pistols are from my father, or at least that's what I'm told."
"And your last name is?"
"Jerico."
Chris shook his head as the name sounded familiar but he didn't have time to think about it as bullets and lasbolts began to fly. The group dived into the nearest cover they could find with only a but of scratching from the odd round. A gang of 8 Cawdors where on a catwalk above them with autoguns and lasguns. They had the high and numbers advantage, as for the others they at the very least had cover.
The Orlock heavy moved out of cover but was mowed down my las fire and bullets. The Van saar ganger then tried his down luck and ran towards a door at the far corner of the place they where in. that left only Chris and the two Escher gangers who just looked to each other with worried looks.
"We're scaved." the blue haired Escher said.
Jerico looked around trying to get an idea of what to do. Smirking she ran to a pillar opposite from the other two and began to fire at a bracket under the catwalk. Las bolts melted the beam causing it to collapse. There was a cry of desperation as 10 of them fell onto the ground. The catwalk fell on them knocking some out, but measures needed to be taken and the three walked up to them and finished them off with their weapons.
"Well that's that." Jerico said before walking off with the blue haired Escher but Chris didn't move.
It was a moment before the blue haired amazon realised and she turned to look at him. "Hey what are you doing let's go!"
He didn't say anything as he got down and pulled the hood off one of the Cawdor. "Shit, we have a problem." he said turning to look at the two who looked at the bald human with ridges along his head.