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It begins like any other morning in the lowest depths of Hive Saiden. People are beginning to go about their days under the flickering light of the day cycle glow globes and what little natural light is able to penetrate the perpetual cloud of noxious smog that hangs above them.

Dolsa is in his store, already open having spent the morning baking fresh products. Oan has already been in for his breakfast pastry like clockwork and other regulars are starting to file in.

A hundred metres down the road is the obsidian citadel of the Arbites Precinct. Oan Larsson has just gotten in, still finishing his breakfast. He makes his way through the throngs of Enforcers from the night shift and all manner of petty criminals and major felons who have been brought in in the last hours. Across the room Augustus Strict is writing up a teenager for vagrancy.

They say the early bird gets the worm, or in the case of K. Diccardi, the early bird avoids the law. In a warehouse near the local space port, representatives of all the major criminal gangs have gathered and are currently arranged uncomfortably around a hastily constructed stage of shipping pallets upon which stands the notorious weapons dealer. He is flanked by two hired muscle in combat armour packing shotguns. Beside him, upon a pedestal is a low grade plasma pistol that will make him a fortune here.

Among the group, part of a contingent of his gang is Kage Abbot, who watches anxiously for any sign of a double cross by any of their rivals in the room.

Further back, in the shadows amongst some discarded shipping crates is Damir Avci. Whoever owns that weapon will swing the balance of power in the under hive. His intention is that none leave this place with the weapon intact.

Just another day in the under hive.

Then there's an ear splitting explosion and the ground rumbles like an Earthquake.

At Dolsa's store, his customers are thrown to the ground as the resulting shock wave shatters the glass shop front, pelting them with the resulting shards.

In the Arbites Precinct the powerful and heavily augmented form of Chief Arbitrator Helstrom bursts out of his office.

“What the hell just happened!?” he bellows. All is quiet for a second until a young comms specialist sat at a battery vox casters speaks up.

“S-sir. There's an emergency signal coming in. It's the the PDF armoury in Sector 17.”

“Throne damned muties!” Helstrom roared backhanded a servo skull out of the air with a swipe of his dull silver left arm. “Larsson! Strict!” He yells, picking you both out of the crowds. “Take a team down there and secure the sight! If those Mutants are looking to re-arm we need to be right on top of it. I'll have all patrols in the area meet you there, is that clear!?”

In the warehouse tension has turned the outright hostility. As soon as the explosion was heard the four rival gangs all drew weapons each believing the others to be to blame in some form of elaborate treachery. A stand off has ensued where one wrong move could mean the death of everyone in the room.

Your adventures begin.
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Damir smiled as the gang members argued. The explosion was fortunate, since it made his job much easier. Now instead of having to kill each gang member one by one, he could let them kill each other. All they needed was something to set them off. I have just the thing

Damir raised his shotgun towards the arms dealer, and fired, before ducking behind a stack of crates. He didn't hold much hope in actually hitting the arms dealer, but that wasn't the point. "Now let the chaos begin." Damir muttered as he fed another shell into his shotgun.
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Shots winged past kage's face as he threw himself into cover for protection against the firefight that had started. "bloody idiots" he said to himself as he drew his stub pistol, preparing to fire against anything that had the guts to come near him. He felt the impacts of the rival gangs slugs crashing against his makeshift cover and started to formulate a plan for escape. Kage noticed a hole in a rusted section of wall and made a break for it. Kage burst from cover, keeping his head down and fireing his pistol blindly as he sprinted towards his goal. He tumbled through the hole, quickley checking himself over for any injuries before setting of down a nearby side alley.

Kage stalks through the alleys, paying attention to everything around him. So that a mutie with a deathwish doesnt catch him off guard. He looks down at his pistol and checks the ammo count on the side. "Dammit! Only 8 rounds left. Gotta get back to the others" kage hissed. As kage was moving along the alleyway he noticed a door. As he looked closer he realised that it was the back door to Dolsa's bakery. Kage banged on the door hoping to gain entry.
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The ground beneath Dolsa's feet rumbled like the belly of a monster without warning, causing the chef to drop a hot plate he had just pulled from an oven. It clattered to the floor, and Dolsa gripped the corners of the nearest countertop just before the shockwave ripped through the store, bursting the window panes into countless shards of glass that slid across the hard flooring. People screamed in surprise. Dolsa cursed.

What now, he wondered. Wasn't life hard enough already, getting through each day? His face started to become flushed with red as his eyes narrowed, his mind grinding quickly to the reality of money and numbers, and what it would take to fix this damage. HE started back tracking his routine for the day, about how he had woken up and having a hard time getting out of bed. He thought about his own breakfast, and the exchanges of money and food he had made that morning. The regular customers and where they were now. What would he had done differently if he had known such an insane random occurrence would happen?

All he hoped now was that the forces of Arbites nearby would quickly stem any ensuing panic and the robberies that came with it.

He got back to his full height, looking to see who was still in the shop. There were a few people still, afraid to go outside without knowing what was going on. He thought about forcing them away, but hesitated and shrugged it off. No need.

Dolsa's head snapped around when pounding came on the back door of the shop. The door led to a snake-narrow alleyway behind the store, as it was crunched into the other structures around it in typical hive city fashion. He wasn't sure if he should thank the Emperor or himself for the door being locked. The pounding didn't stop.

Dolsa went to the corner in the back where he kept his metal pipe, his make shift club, and grabbed it hastily. He shuffled over the broken glass to the front door.

"Agh!" he shouted, looking at the broken windows, there was no way he keep someone out for long if they wanted in, locking he front door would make no difference. He didnt know what to do, and remaining people int he store watched him, fear in their eyes as they picked up on the banging in the back as well. Dolsa muttered under his breath, various comments about other people always ruining his life, making things harder. He went back to the kitchen, picked up his largest knife in his other hand, knelt behind one of his counters and waited.

You can never be prepared for the unexpected


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I knew this was a bad idea, Diccardi blamed himself as he got up and made his way to the nearest exit. "To think somebody had the audacity to shoot at me." he hissed as he looked around on the street noticing that he took the wrong exit as he was now on the main street instead of the backalley where he wanted to be.

If you are carrying an illegal plasma pistol and Arbites and maybe even the PDF was on way over wouldn't want to get caught or even get sighted, so Diccardi was getting slightly nervous knowing this fact. As he walked forward and noticed a bakery with broken windows and most likely it would contain a door to the alley.

Diccardi hopped through a window to find a shopkeeper crouching behind the counter with a metal pipe and a knife. "Good day, sir. If you do not mind I'd like to use your backdoor." Diccardi walked pass the shopkeeper placing a 50 credit note on the counter to defuse the tense situation. Then he made his way to the backdoor and opened it.
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Kage recoiled in surprise as the door gave way from under his fist. It took him a second to fully recognise the face of the arms dealer from earlier."hello there" Kage said in a mocking tone."didn't expect to see you here". Kage waited, half expecting the dealer to draw that plasma pistol he was showing off that morning and turn him into slag. When nothing happened Kage shoved past the dealer and walked into the store. He was surprised to see the owner of the shop, Dolsa holding a crude metal pipe. He made his way over to the couter and crouched down behind it. "Mind if I stay here" Kage smiled picking a pastry on the nearby counter. "Mmmm don't mind if I do" he said and started eating.
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"By orders of the Chief Arbitrator, I am currently assuming command of riot suppression-unit VI and heavy stubber team II. Mutants broke into the PDF armoury, and I want them dead before they cause any damage." Augustus Strict said calmly through the vox. Both he and Larsson would have to storm the armoury and neutralize the mutant threat before it got out of hand. Thankfully, the PDF does not house any particularly dangerous weaponry, but to the lower hab-dwellers, the results of their success could be lethal.

Within the minute, ten riot and two heavy-stubber armed Arbites arrived, snapping an honorary salute. Surely, even to them, it was odd to take orders from someone of Augustus' rank, though he is under revision for a promotion, in part due to his leadership skills.

If the Arbites were to take the armoury, they would do so while sustaining as little casualties as possible. He led them to the vehicle bay and boarded an armoured transport vehicle. If his rank had been any higher, he would have preferred to take multiple detachments of troops, but this would have to do. "Alright men, once we reach the armoury, we form up, riot-gear in front and heavy stubbers behind. Shoot any mutant on sight, but watch out for our PDF. We'll be receiving assistance by a unit led by Larsson." In his mind, Augustus doubted Larsson's ability to lead an assault, but orders were orders. He began wondering whether the Chief Arbitrator chose them to lead based on their skills, or merely based on convenience.


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If someone reverts to having to complain about your grammar, then you already won.
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Larsson snapped a crisp salute and watched Strict mutter into his vox bead. Thankfully he hadn't grabbed his from the locker yet so he didn't have to hear his chatter. He returned to his locker, and punched in the pin, allowing him access to his ammo, and gear. He was definitely going to need it all. He buckled on his flak jacket, checking his magazines and gear pouches, adjusting as needed. Slinging his shotgun, he clicked on his vox bead, getting a check with station. Walking over to dispatch, he checked the control layout, to see what units were near by. Recognizing Enforcer Strict's unit on their way, he cycled through the next group spotting Enforcer Gunderson's unit. Changing some settings while walking to the Arbite armory counter, he opened the line to Gunderson.

"Ey Gunderson, route your unit to meet me two streets north of the PDF armory," he said motioning to the armory clerk for ammo for the shotgun. "Really, man? Were 'bout to gerroff shift!" came the gruff reply. "I don't give a rats ass Gun, we've got some shit to deal with. Or you can deal with Chief's shit job of...whatever he decides" he replied loading his shotgun while jogging to the motor pool. After a pause in which Larsson busied himself situating the rest of the shotgun ammo, Gundarson responded. "Sigh, alright, we are rerouting." With a grin, Larsson hopped on a squad bike, and punched the activation code. "Cheer up Gun, we're bringing the law to the lawless," he said with a smirk while donning the helmet. "Oh and dont forget the big toys," he said before cutting the vox. He opened the throttle, smoking out the motor pool.
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The Arbites Taurox transports containing Strict's units roar through the crowded streets, people diving aside to avoid being crushed beneath armoured tracks, hotly pursued by Larsson on his squad bike. The three vehicles move together, passing from their origin point in Sector 16, through the heavily guarded border checkpoint and into Sector 17 where Larsson pulls away and heads north to his own rendezvous point. There he finds the Taurox transport containing Enforcer Gunderson's unit, the squad leader waiting outside.

“Sarge.” Gunderson says, snapping off a swift salute. “What's going on? We heard a huge explosion.”

Taking the direct route, Strict's team arrives at the armoury first. The two transports slew to a halt, gunners emerging from top hatches to man pintle mounted storm bolters while the two units deploy in perfect practised formation.

But it's quiet. Where you expect to see a full scale battle there is only calm. Beyond the security gates you can see the plume of black smoke reaching up into the sky, the evident origin point of the explosion, but the guards are stood at ease. As your teams approach them one of them emerges, a young Corporal by the pins on his collar. He approaches you with his hands raised in a calming gesture.

“Easy Arbites. I'm Corporal Heinrick. If you're here about the explosion we have it under control.”

Your Arbites teams stand down and you call back to him. “What is the situation?”

“It looks like an bomb attack. I heard from the guys in ordnance that it must have been a crude, high yield device. Blew a huge hole in the wall of the main building. We were prepared for an assault but nothing came. We have the blaze under control and we moved two battle tanks into the breach. Nothings getting through there.”

You start to relax when another noise grabs you by the chest. Gun fire.

Back in the direction of Sector 16 weapons fire is clearly audible, the loud crack of autoguns and the hot whizzing of las weapons. To the trained ear even heavy weapons can be picked out of the overwhelming dim.

Across the sector mutants flood the streets, appearing from nowhere and everywhere in a tide of shambling mismatched bodies.

In the warehouse a dozen mutants lead by a giant beast of rippling veiny muscle under pallid patchwork skin pour inside. Armed with stubbers they cut down half of the surviving gang members in their opening volley. The tide of the battle changes as those gangers remaining turn from each other to the new foe. The leader strides through the storm of gunfire, clubbing down anyone that gets too close with a meaty fist the size of tank shell, shrugging off the small arms fire that tears into him. One juve ganger tries to flee but is caught by the collar of his jacket and pulled into the air. The mutant holds the terrified child in front of his face.

“Wer iz it!?” he roars, slurring the words through twisted lips. “Wer iz da wepun!?

The ganger stares vacantly for a second as he visibly wets himself then points desperately in the direction Diccardi had fled. A second later the mutant has snapped him in half and sets off in pursuit.

Outside the Bakery, more mutants have filled the streets. Volleys of sporadic gunfire have come in the wide open entrance, killing two customers and injuring a third. The worst is yet to come however as fragile glass bottles of promethium are tossed in, shattering on the ground, spreading their pungent contents around the room. Their is little time to react before the flaming rags stuffed in the bottle openings ignite them and the store is ablaze.
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Disregard. Will post in next update.


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