Da boys had heard that some stoopid 'umies had dared to come out of their fortress and had been chasing each other all over the dunes. It was time for some mobile crumpin!
Two trucks and a buggy raced through the cracked mud wastes looking for easy meat.
The mercs saw them coming and bundled the kidnapped pay master back into the death cab. A bit of backpay wasn't worth going up against a bunch of speed freaks! Time to scarper!
And at the moment a Imperial guard pursuit vehicle rumbled into view. The Buggy took a shot at it with it's rockets but missed. The other truck opened up with the big shoota and damaged the tracks enough for it spin and come to a juddering halt!
The occupants piled out and shook themselves into some kind of rough firing line.
As the two ramshackle vehicles closed they were more interested in stopping the death cab from fleeing than mowing down the guardsmen who opened up at the vehicles and killed the gunner on the buggy.
With the deathcab long gone and the works dealt with nothing was left but the long trudge home.