Ahead of tonight's OGRE games of Necromunda, I've got my Guilder gang finished and based - and even with one spare ganger ready to swell numbers if needed. Handily they also form the start of my Rogue Trader and retinue for some retro RT/40K action in the future. Introducing the final three...
Finish the job, don't get killed, get paid, don't drink or gamble it away. That was Tyler Watson's mantra and he stuck to it fervently. See, he'd been above the Line once, and that had been enough. Now every waking moment went towards The Plan - buying the bio-signs and passes to sneak across and set up in a new life where the air was barely 'cycled, no-one was trying to blow your head off, and the food wasn't just nutri-sticks. Finish the job, don't get killed, get paid, don't drink or gamble it away.
Bobby Fettle? Story went he'd been a bounty hunter but had lost his clients 'cos of a rat. He'd been shipping some fella back from the Outlands in cryo but a rat had chewed the cable and the mark had defrosted. In the case. No food, no water. He was dead and rotting by the time they got back to the hive. That was the reason for the 'tache as well - always perfumed to mask the imagined smell of putrefying corpse...
Hayden Blue, the fungus boy. He'd try anything to get a buzz; that hair colour was a case in point - laced with some critter's venom, slowly being absorbed through his hair and scalp. Mental!
So, that's the lot. Time for a family photo:
I wonder if any of them will survive their first encounter? Wish me luck!