The Toe Stubber Story Part 3 and WIP pics of the Boom Wagon and Display Board

 

The Caravan that changed everything

 

One day while they were all gathered in their hideout outside of Cinderak city, which was a network of caves in some tall rock formations just to the east of Cinderak city they heard and felt the ground rumble.  Their spotters spotted some large vehicles heading their way. 

This was going to be a very lucrative raid.  This was what the Night Rider’s gang did: they ambushed caravans and stole whatever was valuable. 

They all mounted up, a fairly large motorcycle gang, and zoomed down the side of the hills to confront this caravan and steal anything they wanted.

As they got closer things started to look bad.  There was a very large vehicle that was clearly trying to be camouflaged as something other than a Baneblade, but that is exactly what it was: a Baneblade!  There were also various other Astra Militarum vehicles but none of them seemed to be very well taken care of, unlike how they Imperial Guard usually operated.

As they got closer they saw that some of these vehicles had strange sigils drawn or in some cases carved into them.  The Night Rider was beginning to have second thoughts but right before he was about to signal for them to turn around, the caravan spotted them and began firing.  The Night rider barely dodged a battle cannon shot which unfortunately took out a different biker in their gang.

It was all or nothing at this point.  The battle was joined.  This was what they were trained for, being pirates of the dune sea.  Tyleor leapt from his bike onto the top of a Leman Russ and ripped open the hatch, jumped inside and tore the head off the driver, he then dropped a grenade in his bloody pocket, emerged from the top hatch and jumped clear just before it blew!

The huge explosion blinded several of the biker gang as the tank exploded and Tyleor just was able to start seeing again after a few seconds when he saw something he had hoped he never would.  While the Night Rider’s biker gang were taking it to the caravan’s guardians they were also taking it from them.  Many of the Night Rider’s crew lain dead on the ground, the sand becoming red with all the blood.

Tyleor looked up and was not happy with what he saw.  This amount of death was something he truly hadn’t witnessed before.  He looked around trying to find the Night Rider and when he did spot him he screamed trying to warn him.  A chimera turret turned and shot the Night Rider’s bike, blasting the front wheel and sending the Night Rider flying through the air.  He landed hard on his head.

Tyleor ran over to his mentor and found that he was limp, not breathing and dead.  The Night Rider’s son came over and knelt next to Tyleor.  Tyleor was filled with a sudden rage and stood up and saw right in front of him the Baneblade; its turret turned to its left aiming at another of Tyleor’s friends, one of the Night Rider’s gang.  Tyleor jumped onto the top of the Baneblade and ripped the Heavy Stubber off its turret, opened the hatch and pumped round after round of high caliber shells into the crew compartment.  Screaming at the top of his lungs he then turned towards the Chimera that shot the Night Rider and fired into it until it exploded.

Shortly after the Chimera exploded the battle was over.  The remnants of the Night Rider’s gang had won the battle.  The cost was high.  Only May Swaisey, the blonde femm biker, Sprog the blue mohawked biker and the Night Rider’s son had survived.  The Night Rider’s son was kneeling next to his father and slowly took off the tusked helmet and swore to avenge his father’s death and make it mean something. 

Tyleor had the heavy stubber in his left hand and jumped down to ground.  He looked over at a wrecked Chimera and the back ramp was down and something sparkled inside.

He walked over to the Chimera, looked inside and saw a sheathed sword.  The scabbard had stylized runes that kind of looked like a skull drawn in blood.  It called to him.

Walking back to the three remaining gangers with a seemingly new found purpose he said, “We will not let their deaths be in vain.  We will scavenge what we can and make enough money to rebuild our forces and we will fight those in power who allow monsters like these to exist in the Ash Wastes or anywhere and those who have wronged us in the past will be punished.”

 The Tyleor’s eyes began to glow a dark fiery red and he then raised up his Heavy Stubber in one hand and his newly found sword in the other.  The sword glowed with an earie light and appeared to bleed as he continued his speech.

“For we are the Night Rider’s Avengers, we are the Ash Roads’ Raiders and we will have vengeance and we will rule the Wastes for I am the Toe Stubber and I have the favor of the Gods!” 

Here are some WIP pictures of my gang on their WIP display board:

The bikers are emerging from a cave in the rocks.

Just the board waiting to be based and painted.

The BOOM Wagon in its almost final form:

I want to add a control panel inside the turret and also add a microphone to the Toe Stubber's pulpit so his voice can be amplified and carried across the wastes from the speakers on the back.

I still want to post my updated gang list and also finished pictures.  The finished pictures will probably have to wait until tomorrow but I want to get he gang list up here today.

Until then...