Captives at Crabble

Bolts of excess electricity arced across the work bench as the tech priest adjusted the controls of the cognitive extractor.  Extracting the memories from a servitor that had been so extensively converted was pushing his black-market equipment to it limits.  The tech priest disengaged the safety inhibitors from the machine and turned it up to eleven. 

A surge of power coursed through Agros Cannon forcing his back to arch the cracking of his bones as they strained to form an unnatural curve were mingled with a continuous electronic scream ushering from his voice-box.  The tech priest looked at Gudrun Ure “He cannot take much more of this without suffering permanent damage.  Look, my equipment was not built for this sort of subject.  We could spend the next month trying to access his memories but I cannot dig up what is not there.  The conversion process was just too complete there is little left of the man that he was.  The only thing that might work, and I do not like saying it, is a psyker.  You`d need a powerful one, though.”

Gudrun Ure scoffed at the tech priest “A psyker?  You`d know where I could find one would you?”  The tech priest smiled avariciously at Gudrun Ure “Well, I might, but the information does not come cheaply.”

 The night air was crisp as Gudrun Ure, Bowen, Zilog-80, and Argos Cannon approached the Death Jack`s camp.  They hoped by attacking late at night they could catch the escaped criminals, from the Iso-cubes on Balfour, by surprise and  grab the psyker that was being held by the Death Jacks.

Argos Cannon started to move forward, he was to swing round the left flank and neutralise any targets that he found, before he could penetrate the camp he was startled to feel auto-gun rounds bounce off his plas-steel plating.

With the element of surprise lost Gudrun Ure, Bowen and Zilog-80 spread out to try and engage the gang at range.  Gudrun climbed onto some wooden pallets and from her vantage point aimed her las-gun at Locke.  Her shot sliced through the night and struck the Death Jack squarely in the chest.

Alerted by the sound of gunfire the Death Jacks came rushing out of the buildings only to be met by the combined firepower of Bowen, Zilog-80, and Gudrun Ure.  Their shots all hit a target and a trio of Death Jacks fell to the ground.

Three members of the Death Jacks stood and watched as Argos Cannon engaged in combat with their comrade.  They all held their fire until Cannon had finally dealt with their comrade.  As the Death Jack fell to the ground, his head removed from his shoulders, they opened fire, hitting the cyborg three times.  The impacts of bolter, auto-gun, and las-gun rounds did not phase Argos as he turned his attention to them.

Argos Cannon, the unfeeling man-machine, lashed out with this bionic leg.  The hydraulic powered leg smashed through the groin and up into the abdomen of one of the Death Jacks facing him. 

The firefight was not going well for the Death Jacks, but Russell was not going to let some small-time gang muscle in on his territory.  Russell stealthily moved up through cover to flank Zilog-80 and gunned him down with his auto-pistol. 

Before Russell could enjoy his moment of triumph Gudrun Ure swung her Las-gun round in a fluid motion.  The ancient warrior locked eyes with the gang leader and gave him a millisecond to contempt the Will of Doubt before she gunned him down.

The loss of their leader took the heart out of the remaining Death Jacks and they took too their heels.

Bowen, the space barbarian, looked confusedly at the control panels of the containment tubes.  Looking at the two women in the tubes he smiled weakly as he pressed various buttons.  After a few minutes he remembered what Zilog-80 had said "stay out of the black and into the red, nothing in this game for two in a bed".  The sequence was a simple one, but it unlocked the containment tubes.