Necromunda Dominion Battle Report: III

This campaign is not following the rules of Necromunda’s campaign exactly. The dominion campaign table has a minimum of 3, where we are just two players. While i’ve played several miniature skirmish games, this is my first skirmish campaign. This is both of our first time with Necromunda. While we have been slowly collecting the books for our gangs, we did not start with them. We are not playing or adhering stictly and having to modify as we go

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The Gangs being played are the Escher Gang (aka Blades)  and the Ash Waste Nomads (Ash Catch Ems)

Scenario: Back From the Dead

Territory played for: The Synth Still

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They came into the underhive. This was unusual for the nomads. Away from the safety of the Ash Waste. They made a move through the lifeless bodies, collecting whatever scrap was worth picking. They didn’t noticed the eye flickering awake.

Carly waited for the coast to clear. These assholes fell for their trap. She volunteer for this plan. The nomads have caused the Blades enough trouble.  It would, take a bit for the poison to wear off. She just needed to last until her body adjusted to it’s new state. Then she could easily take them out. She grabbed her needlers and staggered to the nearest crate.

A nomad turned to scan the area. He swore he heard something. He didn’t want to be here any longer than he had to.

Carly took the Emperor’s blessing that he didn’t see her. she felt as if she was right in front of him. As soon as his back was turn, she took her chance. She ran up as close as she could. Her needlers in the air, the poison leaving her body, and fired point blank.

The nomad took the hit in the chest. For a minute he thought it was a bullet. Then he pull out the barb bullet and breathe out. The Blades toxin ammo was nothing that they hadn’t deal with. He gave out the alarm.

Carly was surrounded quickly by nomads. She reached for cover, seriously injured, trying to find a way out. If she could find a second wind, she might be able to get out alive. No matter what she couldn’t find the energy to pull her self together. She found something else that gave her the time to recover. The boot of the nomad that knocked out her lights. Thankfully the left her pitiful state in the pile of other bodies. She would live for one more fight.

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Next Time: Duneskuttler Hunt