Disclaimer: both me and my opponent had a longer break in playing, so we made quite a few mistakes and broke a few rules, but in the end we both had fun and that's what it was about.
Also in many photos it looks like my opponent has two core links, it really was one core and one haris, just the right marker was lost somewhere.
My friend, as befits a guy from Ariadne, mixed a piece of chipboard and the wreck of an old garden table, so it was worth trying out a new gaming table. The choice was Show of force, 300pt Corregidor vs Scots.
It started as always, when the situation got too hot, the bankers called us. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against our brothers from Tunguska, what's more, if you have to fight in court, you won't find anyone better. Simply put, when your neighborhood raids a bunch of degenerate vandals then you call for us, Meteorhead.
New Bangkok, the center of nothing, shithole, or as my grandmother said, "a place where dogs bark their asses". Funny, when I was a kid I thought she was talking about a place on Bakunin.
Everything changed when one drunk moron quarreled with another drunk moron. They demolished half a bar, nothing unusual, but they accidentally discovered a nest of aliens. And suddenly everyone became interested in this hole.
By the way, everyone decided to do some business and suddenly everyone came to us. Aliens, Aleph, Ariadna, let me tell you something, my brother-in-law worked at La Forja when Ariadna came with an "inspection", and trust me, an inspection you can find (if you are unlucky) in the most despicable and dangerous corners of Human Sphere will not be halfway as brutal and destructive as what these savages did.
No, I have nothing against technically disabled people, moreover I will say first that everyone has the right to live as they please, but one should behave. Just live and let live.
Ok, ok, back to the story.
Someone from BoT reported that some suspicious and armed men were hanging around in an unfinished BoT unit, and because a typical office equipment thief is usually not heavily armed, so it would be good for us to see what's going on.
What's worse, although the unit has not yet been completed, there was a fully operational Arachne node and several boxes with "equipment". Things started to look serious.
So we decided to look around. Me, Charlie with his Angels, Stevie-Baby, Mr. Groove along with Bolt Bucket and Señor Massacre with his guys.
It was Sunday, just after noon, which does not matter when you are inside an asteroid that has turned by human greed and ingenuity into a giant termite.
The guys from Tunguska love luxury, luxury shows that they are rich and influential, and nothing shows that you have money as well as well-groomed plants.
In space, where every scrap of living space is at a premium, a well-kept garden with trees (it's the big ones) and bushes (it's the little ones), screams: "I'm important, I have money and influence, don't mess with me."
Unfortunately, something went wrong here, maybe scientists from Bakunin overdosed on growth hormone, or maybe something local caused a mutation, the fact is that these damn weeds grew terribly and did not resemble anything I have ever seen.
Ok, one plant looked like an illegitimate child of algae and tomato, but back to the story.
When we arrived, the bandits were already there (no offense, Stevie-Baby). Two larger groups plundered these strange thickets, and two "ghosts" were hiding on the roof of a small building far behind (probably long-range support). The camouflaged group in the vicinity of the Arachne node was more disturbing.
We took positions quickly. Charlie (for you, lieutenant Charles Leclerc the IIIrd) with his team at the base of the stairs. Mr. Groove (we call him that because after hours he plays in a small tavern), he squatted a bit behind. Me on the right, Señor Massacre with his boys behind a clump of this strange vegetation on the left. Bolt Bucket far to the left behind the strange rock formation, and Stevie-Baby lurking on the building far to the right.
Say what you want, it was a real bloodbath. I think next time they'll think twice before they fall into trouble with us. Well, we've been hit a bit, but it's nothing new, no matter how hard they press us and we'll get up. And that's the whole story. OK, who buys the next round?
Overheard at the Main Strip bar