Showing posts with label Iron Claw. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Iron Claw. Show all posts
Tuesday, 19 November 2019
Vanto the Off-Worlder - Squat
There aren't all that many Squats left these days, but they are still present on thousands of planets across the Imperium as traders, researchers, artisans and warriors in the service of PDFs, private armies and even as mercenary platoons hired by the Imperial Guard.
One such abhuman, Vanto used to work with the Sector B67 Union of Dome Reclaimers as a site pest controller. He would use his small size to his advantage, crawling between ruins and wreckage, flushing out nests of vermin and other foul creatures with blasts of boiling prometheum.
When a crew he was working with was trapped in a dome collapse, Vanto panicked and fled to Rude End, fearful that as an abhuman he would be made the scapegoat for the accident. He now plies his trade as a gun for hire, using his trusty Flamer for whoever will pay him a handful of creds.
Vanto here is one of the Iron Claw Squats - his flamer is a bit bonkers; it has a sight and other gubbins on the side!
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