Tor Megiddo: Oil & Blood, Part 12

The Cargo of Drywaters

Deep in the bunker where the Purebred females were kept safe, there sat the Keeper of the Flesh. The Tarots of Tor Megiddo spread in front of her, Mahela saw a Colossus dumping its cargo at Drywaters. And she knew that on that day glory awaited the Purebred in Drywaters.

Thus the scattered wealth of scrap-tech attracted many to Drywaters. From the east came the clanging of the Ashtown Wasters' armour. From the west, the filthy Slipgibbets advanced. And from the south, the Purebred saw it all.

And men and mutants scrambled around the shantytown, stacking claims on any tech whose spirit weakly flickered. And shots rung and flames roared and grenades burst. And men and mutants fell and run away.

Taken between two enemies, the Purebred suffered much on that battlefield. And yet, a single man did not weaver.

On that day, Yash the Blemished stood his ground. Till the Light was gone he fought, bleeding from many wounds. And as the Tarot had predicted, the precious cargo and glory were his to share with all the Purebred.