<div class="floatright">(https://whc-cdn.games-workshop.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/Necromunda_Escher.jpg)</div><br/>The pink hair girl checked her bonds one more time. Maybe she could still get out of this mess... no... it was over. Her mates where dead, or gone, or thought she was dead. It was the down side of the big gun she carried, sometimes she couldn't hear people, and sometimes she couldn't keep up, and this time... well.. it got her caught. A heavy sigh moved her large chest against the ill fitting jumpsuit and for the first time in her life she wished she owned a bra, if just to keep her sensitive skin off whatever horrible fabric this thing was made out of.<br/><br/>She stared at the rouge trader, ready to accept her fate. a laspistol to the head? a swift cut from a blade? as long as this was over quickly. Even at her own execution Faye was getting impatient.