The Lucky Strikes’ cue to leave Valtherus was a government announcement declaring a state of emergency. The xenomorphs unleashed in the theatre’s basement had, it turned out, been only a taste of things to come, and the planet’s major cities were now teeming with the creatures.

As Dante Corsaro led his gang back towards their ship, Old Reliable, he was accosted by a downtrodden gobbo named Cook, who begged permission to tag along. Cook, by his own account, was the most famous microwave technician on Valtherus. He’d worked in nearly every one of Tin Martian’s now-doomed pubs, and he rightly suspected his career prospects now looked brighter elsewhere.

Dante knew all too well that the Strikes were short of the able bodies they’d need to make it off Valtherus alive. Jaryn was being wheeled along by George Ruddles, who definitely doesn’t have a gambling problem. He was nervously chattering away about how he’d managed to get a fiver on the chances of anything coming from Mars at a million to one, just before the local Ladbrokes brought its steel shutters down for the last time.
Tinhead, meanwhile, was currently dismantled and distributed across several Tupperware boxes, a biscuit tin and a couple of Lidl bags.
Taking Cook up on his offer was an easy call. At the very least, they’d eat well tonight. That was, of course, assuming they survived to see it.
They made it back to Old Reliable in good time, well ahead of the swarm that was clawing and feasting its way through the streets. Jaryn and Tinhead were safely stowed aboard, and the crew stepped back outside to begin their rigorous, Health and Safety Executive-compliant risk assessment pre-flight protocol. Unfortunately, three hours into the process, the brood finally caught up with them, and it would take one more fight to the death before they could board the ship and leave Valtherus behind for good.

Swarm’s Eye View
The six able-bodied Strikes were Dust, Tace, Skully, Ruddles, Dante and Cook, the latter borrowing Jaryn’s shotgun for his baptism of fire while Jaryn himself sat this one out in the sick bay, again. They were outnumbered two to one against no fewer than twelve Swarm Brood.
It went badly before it went well. Dante found himself dragged into a brawl, though he dispatched his attacker with the but of his pistol. Tace and Dust did the early damage from range, but for every creature that dropped, another two seemed to take its place, and it wasn’t long before the whole line was overrun.

Dante was the first to fall, swarmed by two at once and finally brought down after taking one of them with him. Ruddles went next, and then Tace, surrounded and beaten into submission after holding his ground for as long as he could. That left Dust, Cook and Skully to finish what six had started, and finish it they did, right down to the last creature, which took Skully with it in one final, mutual exchange.
Twelve dead, and only Dust and Cook still standing to see it.
Butcher’s Bill
There’s no pay, loot or reward for fighting your way off an invaded world, so it was straight into counting the cost. Dante came away with nothing worse than a headache. Tace wasn’t so fortunate, badly hurt enough that he’ll be out of action for a good while yet. Skully didn’t make it, suffering a fate so gruesome that even his infantry laser was smashed to bits. Then came word that George Ruddles hadn’t survived either. Two of the Lucky Strikes, gone in one afternoon. Rest in peace, Skully and Ruddles.
Somewhere in the chaos, a spare med patch went completely unused; one of them might have made it through unscathed with a bit more presence of mind. Lesson noted for next time, probably.
That leaves the roster at six, with Jaryn and Tace both out of action and Tinhead due back on his feet next campaign turn. Valtherus itself remains contested, no surprise given the fight that had just been fought over it.
The crew renegotiated some old debts on the way out, chipping the ship’s balance down to eleven credits, while Dante’s concealed blade picked up a fault of its own, the latest addition to a growing pile of things nobody’s got round to fixing. Filed away for later: a personal trinket that might yet turn up a payday on a future world, a rumour to spend care of some handy local maps, and a certain delivery job that Dante and Jaryn still need to squeeze in – quite literally.
All in all, a brutal round. But now, at least we can regroup and rebuild, right?
Well, not quite…
Uninvited Guests
The battered and bleeding remnants of the Lucky Strikes fight their way onto Old Reliable and seal the doors, only to find the ship being robbed by a gang of opportunistic raiders.
This ragtag band of lowlifes have been hired by a wealthy collector to steal a prized possession of Dante’s: the stubbornly attached lavalier mic used by Maurice Gibb on that infamous episode of The Clive Anderson Show in 1997. Dante won the item in an eBay auction a few years back, but it seems a rival collector has one final bid left in him.
One rare piece of good news: Dante is back on his feet after the swarm brood showdown, and it seems Jaryn had the gumption to bolt Tinhead back together while the battle raged on outside.
The four Strikes members who can still walk face a gang of raiders who’ve been told they’re free to keep anything else they can find. That means everything is at stake here: their credits, their stash, and whatever’s left of their dignity.
Seven raiders, armed with colony rifles, against four remaining crew who’ve barely had time to catch their breath. Everything the Lucky Strikes have left is on the table. Find out how they fare next time.
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