It was dark.
The Band of the Red Hand sat silently, waiting in ambush of the noble who was their golden ticket out of this shit hole. They received info that the next ship out of these plague infested sewers was just through a secret door behind them, and Mr. Moneybags who ship it is was scheduled to walk right this way. A big fat TTC pass blindly stumbling into their trap.
The doors to the sewers open and a highly trained group of Enforcers orderly burst out and secure the area.
“Roger, area clear”
On hearing the call the nobles step out into the daylight. The captain in front begins ordering troops to spread out and advance. Little did he know they would not get far.
A single gun rings out of the shadow.
The captain takes an unexpected shot to the chest sending him to the back of the ranks and to the ground. He isn’t hurt, but the rest of the gang isn’t as fortunate. Chaos erupts. The Enforcers are stuck in a shooting gallery without much cover. A rookie attempts to run to the front and get advance cover, but Mat the Red Hand’s leader turns him into a pile of flaming goo with his plasma gun. Another in the back attempts retaliatory fire, only to have a shot from Mr Scab’s lasgun as the last thing to go through his mind.
It was over before it began.
Ranks decimated, the Enforcers attempt to back out, abandoning their employer. Over eager new recruit Ned rushes into the fray in order to get a kill in his first fight. Forgetting that cover is a thing a retreating Enforcer blind fires and catches Ned in the spine. He slumps to the ground as the Enforcers disappear with Nobles left cowering for their new guards.
Mat walks up to Mr. Moneybag and smiles. “Hi, let me introduce myself. My name is Mat, this is the Red Hand, and we’re here to protect you.”
