Once again, I turn to something else while I seek inspiration from my Warhawks stuff. Please be kind in your reviews of this. I wrote it awhile ago, and just felt like publishing it. Tah. N. Kage
Chem Brothers
Chapter 1: Another Day in the Underhive
Rick-o ran down the hall, his breath tight in his chest. Next to him, carrying the four shotguns they had just stolen, ran his brother, Johnny. They had been trying to scam a merchant down in Hells Hole out of the shotguns, but a rival gang had spotted their scam. One thing led to another, and Johnny had grabbed the shotguns while Rick-o shot their way out with his trusty auto-pistols. Now, they were cheesing it back to where their gang, the Chem Brothers, was located. As they reached the Drunken Scavie, the bar the Chem Brothers spent their time when they weren't muscling out more turf or getting in fights, the four gang members who always seemed to be there, rushed outside to greet them. The four were Des, Rick-o's girl, a tough and wiry bitch who killed just as well as any man; Kush, a former member of the gang's main rival, Archeo-tech Inc, until he got sick of his boss and left. The last two were; Janes, fresh from his juvie years and looking to prove himself, and lastly, Krove, a former Arbite who had deserted and joined up about two months ago.
When the four reached Rick-o and Johnny, Johnny passed out the shotguns to them like their juvies handing out stolen ration-packs. Giggling, Des kissed Rick-o fiercely on the mouth and said, "Hope you brought some company back for me to play with."
"There they are!" a gruff voice screamed from behind Rick-o. Turning slowly, the ganger was confronted by the leering face of Debaney, the boss of Division V, the Chem Brothers newest rival, and the man who had soured their scam with the merchant in Hells Hole. "Those are our shotguns!" yelled Debaney again, backed up by the sounds of the six men behind him cocking their rifles and shotguns.
"I don't think so, Debaney. We took these shotguns off a' some Arbites we scagged a coupla cycles ago. So just turn around and get off our turf," taunted Rick-o as he loosened his pistols in the holsters under his armpits. Behind him, his gangers thumbed shells into their shotguns, while Johnny slid his cut-down lasgun out a scabbard in his trench-coat.
"Well, there, Rick-o, I think my boys out number yours, so just give up the shotguns and I won't have to fuck up that pretty little face of yours," jeered back Debaney as he flipped them off. Grinning, Rick-o drew his pistols, fast as you like and double-tapped the man standing just next to Debaney. Behind him, the other five gangers opened up, blasting the members of Division V off their feet with almost point-blank shotgun blasts or, in Johnny's case, spraying wildly with his auto-firing lasgun. After the shooting stopped, the sole survivor of the Division V group stood, shaking slightly. It was, of course, Debaney. One look at the bodies of his comrades was all he needed and he turned tail and ran.
Des ran forward and pumped a shell towards the fleeing Debaney. The ganger stumbled and screamed, but got away. Turning to Johnny, Rick-o gave him a high five and patted Janes on the back. "All right boys and girl,' said Rick-o, 'loot the bodies and find Kurk; we're goin' on a strike." Des whooped and began stalking back to the Drunken Scavie, cradling her shotgun to her chest as if she was afraid to loose it. Rick-o followed her and slapped her ass. Des spun and Rick-o kissed her and said, "Good work out there." Des grinned and said, "Thanks, your fucking majesty, but, next time, bring me some real fun," before she hugged him and pretended to knee him in his balls, before she stopped, a hands breadth from them.
Seeing a familiar face in a corner of the bar, Rick-o called out, "Hey Kurk, get your bloody stubber and meet us outside, we're goin' on a strike against Division V!" The heavy stood up and brandished the precious heavy stubber that was a cornerstone of the gang. Kurk grew up hanging with Rick-o and Johnny and had jumped a PDF trooper to get the stubber. "Alright boss," mumbled the big man as he lumbered outside.
Des and Rick-o hurried out after him, time was of the essence in a vengeance strike. The seven gangers new the drill for a strike and didn't waste any words organizing a plan. They would strike hard and fast and steal anything they could, and wreck up the place. Simple, yet beautiful.
Running the hall, the seven gangers were a fearsome sight, the other hivers in their way scattered back into their hovels and shacks. Abruptly, the graffiti on the walls changed, they were in Division V's turf.
Kush pitched forward, his knee and shin a bloody mess from an auto-gun shot. Kurk opened fire with his heavy stubber, the big weapon belching out dozens of shells that flew from the ejection port like a brass wave. All around the Chem Brothers shots rang out. Rick-o saw a body to his left and popped it four times, the Division V ganger pitching backwards, blood pouring from his stomach. Johnny kicked in a door and emptied the power-pack of his las-gun inside, cutting down two Division V boys as they were gearing up. Janes was grabbing Kush to pull him back into cover when an executioner shell blew his head off. Rick-o spun around at the shotguns report and saw Debaney thumbing another one of the expensive shells into the shotgun. Kush grabbed his fallen shotgun and racked the slide as fast he could, empting the shotgun in matter of seconds, shredding the Division V boss from the waist up. Kurk had stopped firing, his stubber jammed and overheated.
Seeing their boss dead, the rest of the Division V boys were running, darting into alley ways and into abandoned pipes. Crippled, the gang would probably disband and be forgotten, or somehow struggle to survive.
"Alright, fuckers, grab the stuff and let's go!' Rick-o paused a moment, 'and somebody help Kush!" They could probably get all of Division V's stuff and their turf if they were fast enough. Rick-o smiled to himself when he saw his brother run of a derelict building, carrying a sack of credits. Just another day in the Underhive.