The Radtek Riggers - Tech Takeover

 Prologue

The liquor tasted good on his tongue, and so it should. Wilheim from House Van Saar had been invited to the mid-levels of Hive Primus. A special delegate was expected to arrive and offer the house some assistance. Wilheim inhaled the cleaner air, having lived most of his life in the lower mid levels. He looked out the reinforced windows and could see the toxic clouds below created by the many manfactoriums in the lower levels and below. The elegant doors to the lounge opened on their hidden hydraulics, and Wilheim’s host entered the room, smiling.
“Ah, excellent. Our guests have arrived and they are early.” the host said. The host was a short, thin man, who looked younger than his 60 years would suggest. His slick back jet black hair and sly smile finished off the look. “Wilheim, I introduce you to our esteemed guest Janus the Rogue Trader” Several days later, in the gloomy corridor in a low level hab block, Wilheim was in discussions with the Prime of the Radtek Riggers, Lars Lightner.
“So he said he’ll send some armsmen down to help us investigate Sump Town”, asked Lars. Lars had been the Riggers Prime for a while and had shown promise. The Riggers are a new gang in the hive but were well trained and accurate with their las weapons. Wilheim smiled and said, “Yes, he promised several hands to help, and with the rumours of the crystals and the STC producing new power cells we should all profit out of the agreement nicely'.

Ambush the law

Gates and Lars had planned this after hearing rumours that Lord Helrmar had sent a crack team of enforcers down to Sump city. The opportunity had arisen as the enforcers were on their way back from the Goliath enclave. They had raided the Goliaths and were on their way back.

The Rigger’s lay in wait in the wastes as one of the few areas that intersected the many settlements of Sump city. They waited for the signal and then they launched their attack. Unfortunately for the Riggers the enforcers were experienced Hivers and had heard of the ambushes in the wastes. They had a second group track ahead, which then ambushed the Riggers leading group.

Grenades and las fire lit up the tunnels in the wastes and as the dust settled the enforcers were seen making haste carrying their wounded. Judge Dread turned and with a grim, determined look said,”You’ll pay for that, Lars” and then followed the last of his team.

The Turng Test
As the rest of the Radteks strolled behind with their latest haul and a prisoner from the Iron dogs. Apparently his name is Flint not that it mattered much, he wasn’t a high ranking member of the gang so Lars had decided he was going to the mines. Once they were back in their base, Lars looked for Musk, the latest member of the crew and a fabled Archeotek. He was helping create a new servo-suit using a newly developed power source from the STC. “How are the power source preparations?” Asked Lars as he entered the lab. Musk turned and smiled, “The latest tests have finished and it is stable at last. We can start to install it in the coming days and then Turing will be ready.” “Excellent, I have a feeling we are going to be needing it to help protect our gains soon.” Lars left the lab and went to his own hab. Inside he checked the latest news on his data slate. The mining output had been very good this week and the creds gathered in their latest haul would be enough to get the heavy metals for the servo-suit. Turing had been a dear colleague and friend but his suit had failed him, leaving him in a comatose state. The doctors had done their best but had amputated his arms and legs. Installing him into the servo suit would be the only way for him to have any mobility.


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