"Nothing personal," you grunt as the muzzle flashes. "Just credits."
The neon-drenched depths of never sleep, but they do bleed. You are a bounty hunter in Necromunda , where the air is thick with chemical smog and the only thing cheaper than a life is the spent casing of a bolter shell.
Your latest mark is a deserter hiding in the "Sump-City" refineries. He’s massive, grafted with illegal stim-pumps, and carries a heavy stubber that could level a hab-block. But you have something he doesn’t: a cyber-mastiff named Rust , whose steel jaws can snap a ceramite plate.
"Nothing personal," you grunt as the muzzle flashes. "Just credits."
The neon-drenched depths of never sleep, but they do bleed. You are a bounty hunter in Necromunda , where the air is thick with chemical smog and the only thing cheaper than a life is the spent casing of a bolter shell.
Your latest mark is a deserter hiding in the "Sump-City" refineries. He’s massive, grafted with illegal stim-pumps, and carries a heavy stubber that could level a hab-block. But you have something he doesn’t: a cyber-mastiff named Rust , whose steel jaws can snap a ceramite plate.