Chaos Night - Factory Uprising (U12)

“Keep going! They’re breaking!” yelled Alex as the crowd pushed its way through the auto factory. His friend Ian charged up the stairs, his fellow workers beside him carrying weapons and shields forged from car parts. An armed guard, one of the company’s private security team, tried to open fire, but the crowd overwhelmed him before he could and the guard’s head was quickly bashed with a mace made of heavy gears. Ian had been waiting for this for a long time– he slaved away in this factory for scarcely enough pay to keep himself afloat, not to mention his wife and son whom he barely saw anymore, with absolutely no respect given by the overseers. The latest wave of pay cuts was the last straw for him and many others in the factory, and having been barred from unionizing, their only chance for recourse was on Chaos Night, a plan which Alex had spearheaded.

As they reached the top floor, one guard was getting decapitated with a sword made from a pipe wrench as Ian gutted another guard with a kitbashed hatchet. And up ahead, gunshots were ringing out in a deafening roar as the front line ducked behind a shield wall, trying to push forward amidst the bullets of the remaining guards.

“The saferoom is just ahead! Get the lasers ready, and bring out the Foundation!”

They had been planning this for weeks leading up to the fateful night. The boss would no doubt be cowering in his fortified saferoom, protected by blastproof walls and locks that could only be affected by the most powerful of industrial equipment. Fortunately, they had some of that equipment right there on the factory floor. As the guards were slain, two teams of workers wheeled the heavy-duty laser cutting machines up to the blast door and turned them on– the hall was flooded with blinding light, forcing Ian to look away as the lasers began melting the steel of the doorframe. He saw Alex carrying the Mighty Foundation, the massive hammer he had built. Alex smashed the hammer against the door repeatedly, nearly shaking the room as each swing dented the door in further until it finally ripped from its molten hinges.

Sure enough, the boss was there, and as Ian watched in horror, he whipped out a pistol and fired six rounds through the doorway in one last act of defiance– Alex’s body spasmed as the bullets tore through him and he fell, dropping the Mighty Foundation to the floor with a CLANG.

Ian rushed to Alex’s side, speechless and internally screaming. As the rest of the workers surged into the saferoom and a raucous cheer resounded throughout their ranks heralding the boss’s swift death, Alex smiled.

“Ian… make this worth it,” he gasped. Then he went limp.

Ian didn’t have any tears left in him– only one question: what would be next?