Death March

Roma Two-Stripe sat on a makeshift throne of wood and bone, cushioned with the most expensive furniture tally can buy, sipping from a forged glass goblet.  In every aspect she was enjoying the most luxurious existence the wastes had to offer, and she was revelling in it.  Alpine stood not too far away. His powerful presence was a small reminder of the constant danger that the life of a Ravager presented, but even that level of security was enough for her to lower her guard and indulge in the spoils of her pack’s conquests.  Even though it was the time of the Thaw the combined might of the Two-Stripes, Hellraisers, and Black Lungs was enough to easily hold it at bay from their defensive position in the Greyshale mountains despite the escape of the treacherous remnants of the Silver Pelts.  The thought took the grin from her face.  This new settlement that had been settled by the Godhunter’s allies had proven much more of a problem than expected, it was only them that would have enough of a relationship with the old Silverpelt leadership to pull something like that off.  They would have to be dealt with sooner rather than later.  She wasn’t willing to let herself believe they would be wiped out by their first Thaw.  Her musings were interrupted by a loud boom echoing up the mountains.  

“What was that?”  She demanded.

“Sounded like a boompot, a big one.”  Alpine responded, his posture tensing for battle.

More explosions echoed up the mountainside followed by a staccato burst of heavy gunfire, the kind rarely seen topside.   A Two-Stripe Lieutenant came charging up the trail from where their defenses had been built.  

“What is going on?  Who is attacking us?!?”  Roma demanded before the Lieutenant could catch his breath.

“Juggernaughts….A Lot of Juggernaughts!”  The Ravager gasped between gulps of air.

For the first time since taking control of the Greyshale mountains, Roma felt the fear twist in her stomach, but then her Ravager instincts took over and she and Alpine drew their weapons.  

“Rally every combatant in camp,” Roma ordered,  “if those monsters break through our defenses the Thaw will roll right through us.  TO THE WALL!”  

With a wild battle cry Roma, Alpine, and the Two-Stripes charged down to face their fate against the march of the Juggernauts.