Work In Progress
I designed this Gang to act as the canon fodder for the campaign, so while everyone's welcome to "Join" the fun with these Speed Freaks, feel free to kick them around and give 'em a good thrashing. Who knows? If they get the Green light, I may even carry them onwards into future Alliance events in that sector.
(Since this character knows very few people, feel free to use this thread as a Dev Thread for obtaining Ultrachrome.)
Name: Da Krimzon Kult
NPC Leader: Kaptain Redfinga, an overly muscular Gamorrean Savage, slabbed in vibrant emerald skin and tattered remnants of his former life. His massive tusked Jaw was covered by a bent metallic plate that was bolted into his flesh, and various scraps of a crashed Transport ship were strapped to his squat but bulky frame. He wields a massive, and crude slugthrower pistol and a hefty cleaver made of knapped metal.
PC Members: Astarii Saren, To Be Updated With Others.
Aesthetic: To Describe the Kultists of Krimzon in a single word, is Savagery personified in both body and deed. They wear the scraps of their former lives proudly atop of their muscular frames and adorn themselves in the crudely forged remnants of their enemies vehicles. Most of the Kult has toughened skin of dark forest green and beady black eyes. The color red is commonly seen on their person, either the smeared remains of their foes left to dry, or painted across their flesh in the belief of becoming faster with whatever superstitions they hold true too.
Main Weapons: Crude Slugthrowers, Explosive Tipped Spears, Harpoon Guns, Flamethrowers (Only when Fuel's in Abundance.) Improvised Melee Weapons.
Typical Propulsion: Repurposed Wheeled Vehicles, Fitted with Additional Armour Plating and Defensive Spikes. Example Images: [
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Load-Out: Medium. Da Krimzon Kult relies heavily on mowing down their foes with numerical superiority and blinding lust for speed.
Base: The ruined crash site of the Crimson Zephyr, an old Action VI Transport, several dozen miles away from the nearest city or settlement.
Strengths:
- Brute Strength. As a byproduct of their birth, Gamorrean's have the physical advantage when compared to their Human Counterparts, and can easily overpower an enemy if brought into Close Quarters Combat.
- Inhuman Endurance. These Porcine Humanoids have hardened leatheresque Skin backed by layers of heavily corded muscle and fat, proving to be an effective method of protection against primitive weapons found amongst the wasteland.
Weakness:
- Intellectually Inferior. While most Gamorrean's are viewed as nothing more than simple-minded brutes, with Kaptain Redfinga being the exception, such a stereotypical mindset is in this case entirely correct as those in the Da Krimzon Kult know only how to shoot, stomp, loot and drive fast.
- Narcotics Addiction. Before the Krashin', the Crimson Zephyr had been an Interstellar Cargo Hauler, but the contents of its hold weren't exactly kosher. Nearly three dozen massive containers of Giggledust were a part of the Cargo Manifest and had been included in every portion of the Gang's rationed supplies of food for an innumerable span of days.
- Terrible Marksmen. To account for their inability to take out a target accurately with their crude weapons, the Gangers of Da Krimzon Kult had sought to counter their horrid marksmanship with filling the air with as many bullets as they have in their arsenal.
Description: Da Krimzon Kult came into existence from the survivors of the Crimson Zephyr after a critical engine failure had forced the vessel to crash land on Malastare. Deep in the rolling dunes of the wastelands, they were compelled to eat the fallen members of their crew and devolved into feral savages, who desired nothing more to reave, feast upon the flesh of the dead, and accelerate to ever rising speeds. They became addicted to Giggledust when their former Executive Officer had believed that it would enhance the flavor of their food and a plethora of other insidious reasons. Sufficed to say, in crimson clad they ride, ever shiny and laughing like death itself followed in their wake.
To advance in rank and station within the Kult, those wishing to rise had to adhere to the sole law of the wasteland. Only the strongest may survive. Thus, it's not uncommon for the Clanners of Krimzon to fight amongst themselves in their lust for power and speed, when not battling against another rival gang. Having kept true to this divine law, Kaptain Redfinga has proven time and time again that he's the strongest lad amongst them all, slaying all comers and salting the wastes with their blood.
Their vehicles are decrepit wrecks no better than four wheels strapped to an engine. Though they're capable of reaching insane speeds through the introduction of Mitro into their fuel mix, they're utterly useless once a critical component is damaged. Knowing that such an event was bound to occur in a firefight, the Kaptain ordered his TinkaBoys to rivet the entire ensemble together with scrapped parts from their crashed vessel, creating a truly horrifying monstrosity that holds no rights to roll along Da Krimzon Path.
How Astarii had come to count herself among their number was a story and a half. She had come to Malastare to take in the sights and relish the high-octane thrills of the local pod racing tracks. During her yearly leave, the Kult had raided the small town she was garrisoned in and had taken a liking to her ferocity. So Kaptain Redfinga had the brightest idea to bring the Hapan into his company as a trophy slave. It seemed he liked how she looked in skimpy outfits and strapped to his Boss Pole behind his Frone.
Awaiting Approval/ Members.
