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 :'''{{#var:627|Souji Murasame (627)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>One of those gangs who live in the Denver Free Trade Zone, making their living as only a gang can (via extortion, the occasional arson, looting, burglary, and mercenary work), is the Death's Head gang. Made up exclusively of Orks and Trolls, metahumans who had returned along with magic, they have banded together to watch each other's back. <br /><br />Life isn't so good for the gang, however. They were offered a job. A weird job. A job to go loot a place on another world full of vikings and angry Russian-types. They could keep anything they took and the pay was fantastic on top of it. They took the job. <br /><br />It was the worst decision they made in their lives. Flambe Sam was disintegrated and Grendel ended up getting caught, stripped by the Vikings, and left out in the wilderness of shiva to die. Harald Wolf-Lord vowed on Multiversal TV to get revenge at a press conference. <br /><br />They laid low. Now, the five remaining members of the Death's Head Gang are starting to relax a little. It's been months since the announcement, surely they're not so worried about it now? How much heat can someone possibly keep up? Their sources say everything is clear... and it's time to get back to business.<br> <br>
-:'''{{#var:627|Souji Murasame (627)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>And so it is at a Stuffer Shack, HAMMER, a Troll that seems as much armor as gnarled flesh, KUNG FUBAR, a stylish Troll wearing a suit and white headband, ED, a grimy Troll in a black coat and oil-stained overalls, GRANDPA, an Ork who sits in his chair with a stick and wearing a vest, both festooned with tiny dolls, knick-knacks, and fetishes, and SKULL, the heavily chromed Ork leader of the gang, have gathered to celebrate going back active again by extorting all you can eat Stuffers from the Shack. A pile of greasy soyburgers and cola cover the table. <br /><br />Unfortunately for them, Shivans are goddamn vindictive. They were just waiting for just this to happen. On top of that, what they don't know is that there's an independant hit out on each of them, paying a good sum for their lives. Those who are interested have been able to track them here. A group of shadows loom on nearby buildings, looking down at the Shack. <br /><br />This is about to get ugly. <br /><br />INITIAL OBJECTIVE OPTIONS: <br /><br /><span class=" bold_fg_c bg_n ++ hc">CAPTURE DEATH'S HEAD GANG MEMBERS FOR INFORMATION</span> - Whether Union or Fed, if you want information, you'll need to get either a live member of the Gang out of there or have a way to extract information from a dead man.<br /><br /><span class=" bold_fg_g bg_n ++ hg">HELP THE SHIVANS</span> - Or maybe you just want to assist in vengeance. This is a good way to score points with the Shivan Confederac<span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ y.<br /><br />chr">KILL THEM ALL</span> - There's a bounty put out by... Someone... for each of their heads. They want these guys dead. Want to collect? Get your murder on. Cash for confirmed kills.<br> <br>
+:'''{{#var:627|Souji Murasame (627)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>And so it is at a Stuffer Shack, HAMMER, a Troll that seems as much armor as gnarled flesh, KUNG FUBAR, a stylish Troll wearing a suit and white headband, ED, a grimy Troll in a black coat and oil-stained overalls, GRANDPA, an Ork who sits in his chair with a stick and wearing a vest, both festooned with tiny dolls, knick-knacks, and fetishes, and SKULL, the heavily chromed Ork leader of the gang, have gathered to celebrate going back active again by extorting all you can eat Stuffers from the Shack. A pile of greasy soyburgers and cola cover the table. <br /><br />Unfortunately for them, Shivans are goddamn vindictive. They were just waiting for just this to happen. On top of that, what they don't know is that there's an independant hit out on each of them, paying a good sum for their lives. Those who are interested have been able to track them here. A group of shadows loom on nearby buildings, looking down at the Shack. <br /><br />This is about to get ugly. <br /><br />INITIAL OBJECTIVE OPTIONS: <br /><br /><span class=" bold_fg_c bg_n ++ hc">CAPTURE DEATH'S HEAD GANG MEMBERS FOR INFORMATION</span> - Whether Union or Fed, if you want information, you'll need to get either a live member of the Gang out of there or have a way to extract information from a dead man.<br /><br /><span class=" bold_fg_g bg_n ++ hg">HELP THE SHIVANS</span> - Or maybe you just want to assist in vengeance. This is a good way to score points with the Shivan Confederacy.<br /><br /><span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">KILL THEM ALL</span> - There's a bounty put out by... Someone... for each of their heads. They want these guys dead. Want to collect? Get your murder on. Cash for confirmed kills.<br> <br>
 :'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Months ago, something rather unprecidented happened on Galianda: extraversal forces came in and attacked a Shivan dome. The first of such incidents, it'd caused quite a lot of stir with the locals-Kyra would know, she witnessed it first hand. Afterwards an attempt had been made to follow up on the strangely well-equipped, intelligent orcs that had appeared but very little information had turned up for anything. <br /> <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Until now. Kyra would credit Soan for his dilligence here. But ultimately, only some interrogation, she felt, could really reveal why a bunch of these orcs had come so far afield to hit a bunch of angry, xenophobic vikings. <br /> <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the Denver Free-Trade, Kyra...well, pretty much blends right in, being more than at home in a huge, magically-inclined city. She's also pleased that this place seems jaded enough to not turn heads when she walked by with a grenade launcher (actually the CURE-ALL but who can tell?) and a hunting rifle on her. Definitely not alone in that alley outside the STUFFER SHACK, she gathers with the others that have been dragged into this investigation with the objective of retrieving a gang member to hassle. Knowing how Shiva operates, she does know that these guys have a Doom Counter looming over their heads: "It's now or never, I think. I'm hoping that the Shivans are a little too busy with the war right now to actually leave Galianda. But no sense in waiting, right?"<br> <br>

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 :'''{{#var:627|Souji Murasame (627)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>One of those gangs who live in the Denver Free Trade Zone, making their living as only a gang can (via extortion, the occasional arson, looting, burglary, and mercenary work), is the Death's Head gang. Made up exclusively of Orks and Trolls, metahumans who had returned along with magic, they have banded together to watch each other's back. <br /><br />Life isn't so good for the gang, however. They were offered a job. A weird job. A job to go loot a place on another world full of vikings and angry Russian-types. They could keep anything they took and the pay was fantastic on top of it. They took the job. <br /><br />It was the worst decision they made in their lives. Flambe Sam was disintegrated and Grendel ended up getting caught, stripped by the Vikings, and left out in the wilderness of shiva to die. Harald Wolf-Lord vowed on Multiversal TV to get revenge at a press conference. <br /><br />They laid low. Now, the five remaining members of the Death's Head Gang are starting to relax a little. It's been months since the announcement, surely they're not so worried about it now? How much heat can someone possibly keep up? Their sources say everything is clear... and it's time to get back to business.<br> <br>
-:'''{{#var:627|Souji Murasame (627)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>And so it is at a Stuffer Shack, HAMMER, a Troll that seems as much armor as gnarled flesh, KUNG FUBAR, a stylish Troll wearing a suit and white headband, ED, a grimy Troll in a black coat and oil-stained overalls, GRANDPA, an Ork who sits in his chair with a stick and wearing a vest, both festooned with tiny dolls, knick-knacks, and fetishes, and SKULL, the heavily chromed Ork leader of the gang, have gathered to celebrate going back active again by extorting all you can eat Stuffers from the Shack. A pile of greasy soyburgers and cola cover the table. <br /><br />Unfortunately for them, Shivans are goddamn vindictive. They were just waiting for just this to happen. On top of that, what they don't know is that there's an independant hit out on each of them, paying a good sum for their lives. Those who are interested have been able to track them here. A group of shadows loom on nearby buildings, looking down at the Shack. <br /><br />This is about to get ugly. <br /><br />INITIAL OBJECTIVE OPTIONS: <br /><br /><span class=" bold_fg_c bg_n ++ hc">CAPTURE DEATH'S HEAD GANG MEMBERS FOR INFORMATION</span> - Whether Union or Fed, if you want information, you'll need to get either a live member of the Gang out of there or have a way to extract information from a dead man.<br /><br /><span class=" bold_fg_g bg_n ++ hg">HELP THE SHIVANS</span> - Or maybe you just want to assist in vengeance. This is a good way to score points with the Shivan Confederacy.<br /><span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ y.<br /><br />chr">KILL THEM ALL</span> - There's a bounty put out by... Someone... for each of their heads. They want these guys dead. Want to collect? Get your murder on. Cash for confirmed kills.<br> <br>
+:'''{{#var:627|Souji Murasame (627)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>And so it is at a Stuffer Shack, HAMMER, a Troll that seems as much armor as gnarled flesh, KUNG FUBAR, a stylish Troll wearing a suit and white headband, ED, a grimy Troll in a black coat and oil-stained overalls, GRANDPA, an Ork who sits in his chair with a stick and wearing a vest, both festooned with tiny dolls, knick-knacks, and fetishes, and SKULL, the heavily chromed Ork leader of the gang, have gathered to celebrate going back active again by extorting all you can eat Stuffers from the Shack. A pile of greasy soyburgers and cola cover the table. <br /><br />Unfortunately for them, Shivans are goddamn vindictive. They were just waiting for just this to happen. On top of that, what they don't know is that there's an independant hit out on each of them, paying a good sum for their lives. Those who are interested have been able to track them here. A group of shadows loom on nearby buildings, looking down at the Shack. <br /><br />This is about to get ugly. <br /><br />INITIAL OBJECTIVE OPTIONS: <br /><br /><span class=" bold_fg_c bg_n ++ hc">CAPTURE DEATH'S HEAD GANG MEMBERS FOR INFORMATION</span> - Whether Union or Fed, if you want information, you'll need to get either a live member of the Gang out of there or have a way to extract information from a dead man.<br /><br /><span class=" bold_fg_g bg_n ++ hg">HELP THE SHIVANS</span> - Or maybe you just want to assist in vengeance. This is a good way to score points with the Shivan Confederac<span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ y.<br /><br />chr">KILL THEM ALL</span> - There's a bounty put out by... Someone... for each of their heads. They want these guys dead. Want to collect? Get your murder on. Cash for confirmed kills.<br> <br>
 :'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Months ago, something rather unprecidented happened on Galianda: extraversal forces came in and attacked a Shivan dome. The first of such incidents, it'd caused quite a lot of stir with the locals-Kyra would know, she witnessed it first hand. Afterwards an attempt had been made to follow up on the strangely well-equipped, intelligent orcs that had appeared but very little information had turned up for anything. <br /> <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Until now. Kyra would credit Soan for his dilligence here. But ultimately, only some interrogation, she felt, could really reveal why a bunch of these orcs had come so far afield to hit a bunch of angry, xenophobic vikings. <br /> <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the Denver Free-Trade, Kyra...well, pretty much blends right in, being more than at home in a huge, magically-inclined city. She's also pleased that this place seems jaded enough to not turn heads when she walked by with a grenade launcher (actually the CURE-ALL but who can tell?) and a hunting rifle on her. Definitely not alone in that alley outside the STUFFER SHACK, she gathers with the others that have been dragged into this investigation with the objective of retrieving a gang member to hassle. Knowing how Shiva operates, she does know that these guys have a Doom Counter looming over their heads: "It's now or never, I think. I'm hoping that the Shivans are a little too busy with the war right now to actually leave Galianda. But no sense in waiting, right?"<br> <br>