As the landing craft plummeted towards the surface of the barren desert
planet, Anksh XII, Great Harlequin Jet l'Reed checked his weapons. His
Neural Disruptor, a weapon that could melt a mans brains into a grey liquid
within 20 feet, was fully charged. The Harlequins Kiss on his wrist was in
full working order and ready to dice any enemies that got in Jet's way and
his shruiken pistol was loaded with Bio-Explosive ammunition, though he had
some normal ammo hanging from his belt, just in case. He was rocked
violently as the craft hit the atmosphere, its boosters blasting away,
slowing down their ascent as the ground loomed up below them. Suddenly,
they were hit by a bolt of green light that disintegrated the pilot and
three of their four boosters. The ship span wildly in mid air, until
crashing onto the ground.
When he awoke, Jet found himself back in the wrecked craft, shaken and with a massive headache. As he slowly came around, he unbuckled himself from his crumpled seat and looked around. Half of his men were dead, with grievous wounds, and half dried blood everywhere, like a sticky coating of paint slopped around the broken, bent walls of the ship. A few of his warriors had survived, coming around groggily, and he quickly tended to their wounds. Their equipment had not been damaged, being at the back of the craft, they found working jetbikes to ride upon. Stepping out of the busted doorway they found a sorry sight. All of the landing craft had been hit by the green energy bolts and Jet counted a total of fifteen men were left, including the ones from his ship. Gathering together they found that they could scavenge enough weapons for all of them. In addition to his weapons, which had miraculously survived the crash, the Great Harlequin found himself a sleek, light chainsword which he strapped on his back.
Gathering together the remaining eleven Harlequin Troupes and four Death Jesters he chose three of the best riders to accompany him on the jetbikes, with the grinning face of the laughing god depicted on their hulls. They set of towards where the shots had come from, ready to avenge the death of their lost battle brothers and sisters.
More to come in chapter 3.
When he awoke, Jet found himself back in the wrecked craft, shaken and with a massive headache. As he slowly came around, he unbuckled himself from his crumpled seat and looked around. Half of his men were dead, with grievous wounds, and half dried blood everywhere, like a sticky coating of paint slopped around the broken, bent walls of the ship. A few of his warriors had survived, coming around groggily, and he quickly tended to their wounds. Their equipment had not been damaged, being at the back of the craft, they found working jetbikes to ride upon. Stepping out of the busted doorway they found a sorry sight. All of the landing craft had been hit by the green energy bolts and Jet counted a total of fifteen men were left, including the ones from his ship. Gathering together they found that they could scavenge enough weapons for all of them. In addition to his weapons, which had miraculously survived the crash, the Great Harlequin found himself a sleek, light chainsword which he strapped on his back.
Gathering together the remaining eleven Harlequin Troupes and four Death Jesters he chose three of the best riders to accompany him on the jetbikes, with the grinning face of the laughing god depicted on their hulls. They set of towards where the shots had come from, ready to avenge the death of their lost battle brothers and sisters.
More to come in chapter 3.
