Professional Documents
Culture Documents
Volume I
A Homage
to
Mutant Chronicles
by
Dietmar Böhmer
Bonn 2016
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This work is a submission of a great fan of MUTANT
CHRONICLES.
M U TA N T C H R O N I C L E S a n d r e l a t e d l o g o s ,
characters, names, and distinctive likenesses thereof
are trademarks or registered trademarks of Mutant
Chronicles International Inc. All rights reserved.
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Contents
A lesson taught 7
Unawarded 13
Shadow Walker 20
Family Business 24
A Hunter´s Game 32
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A lesson taught
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Stocha, I´ve got an urgent task for you. Last night a
squad of scouts returned from a sortie. I´ve just read
their preliminary report. Please make sure, that they
are here at my office at 1300 hours sharp. And I
want you present when I hear their full report
personally, understood?” Von Stocha stifled a smile
and answered, “Yes, Colonel.” “Make sure they are
presentable, I´ve heard they are a lousy bunch of
soldiers. So if they need a bit of a shake-up, please
feel free. You get the details from my Aide-de-Camp.
Dismissed.” Von Stocha snapped to attention and
saluted. This time it was returned by a smiling
Colonel. The Lieutenant turned and left the office
without noticing that the Colonel´s smile turned into
a big grin.
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Unawarded
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gazing at me with its burning red eyes. I dropped the
dead bulb to the floor and was fingering my bag for a
fresh flashlight when it bounced up and sprang at
me. I was about to scream but the impact knocked me
down and forced the air out of my lungs. The beast
roared triumphantly and tore its claws into my body.
And then all of a sudden the roar cut off and the huge
body dropped to the side.
A man clad all in black appeared in my field of vision.
I tried to speak but some warm liquid tasting like
metal was bubbling in my throat forcing me to cough.
“Don´t move, my son,” the man in black said. I saw
him cutting the leather strap of my camera with a
knife an throwing it to the side. I started to protest
but went into another fit of coughing instead. He
seemed to examine me but strangely I couldn´t feel
his hands on me nor could I feel anything else. My
vision began to swim, but I dimly saw a white symbol
of the Brotherhood on a black helmet and I heard
him say, “Rest, my son, may the Cardinal´s Light
shine on you.”
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A small Village on Venus
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since and was assumed dead by now. After a short
shelling the Mishimans had moved in with at least a
battalion of samurai and ashigaru supported by five
Mekas, Mishima´s version of a battle tank. Realising
the full scale of this offensive von Stocha had
repeatedly tried to contact HQ to get artillery
support, all in vain.
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to mess with!” the young Lieutenant ordered in a
determined voice.
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Shadow Walker
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Outside in the moonlit garden two men, wearing
night goggles, stood watching the deadly dance
taking place in the dojo. “I have to grant you that,
brother, this Motonari is really good. Had it been a
katana or even a shinken Mitsuyoshi´s wrist had
most likely been cut off.” “True. And have you seen
him combining his skills with the katana with jujutsu
techniques? Impressive, isn´t it?” “Indeed. Have
your sons been ordered to kill him?” “Yes, if they can
manage to do that. But actually I doubt it. I have been
watching Motonari for the last five month, he´s like
raw steel that needs tempering.” “So he´s stealthy,
sly and a competent fighter who can adapt and
improvise. Hmmm... you´ve got me convinced, I will
take him in if he agrees to become one of the
Overlord´s Shadow Walkers. One way or the other
tonight Ishida Motonari is going to die.”
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Family Business
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immediately sent for his daughter Katharina
Elisabeth and his son Maximilian Franz, knowing
that only his son would be able to come home at short
notice since his daughter was on a business trip on
Mars.
Next he had called in a few favours in the Ministry of
Justice and had involved his Chief of Security
Kapitan Eberhard Wolf in the ongoing investigation.
Three days ago Wolf had brought him the file. He had
found a trace and unwilling to believe in his findings
until he had further proof, he had followed it and got
to the bottom of the whole affair before reporting
back to the Baron.
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so he decided instead of telling me he would keep you
under surveillance. And you proved him right.”
Baron von Rudersdorf shoved the file across the
table. “Here, you can read all of it in these
documents. Therein is all the evidence that you
committed at least five brutal murders within the
last two weeks including your own brother. You are a
serial killer, a monster.” It was hard to look in his
son´s cold and icy eyes but he didn´t flinch from
doing so for his House and family were at stake as
well as his honour. Maximilian suddenly laughed,
“Five muders? Just five? Within the last month I
killed thirteen people not including Wolf and the
others I killed today.” The smile on his face died
away. “But you can hardly call this murder. Today it
was just self-defence. So I can´t be sued for that, can
I? Maybe I should have you sued for ordering me
shot, but that wouldn´t be as satisfying as killing you
with my own hands.” With a sarcastic sneer on his
face he continued, “Anyway, you will be dead, killed
in a hunting accident, the evidence will be destroyed
and I will do my duty and inherit the title and rule
the House.” “None of this is ever going to happen!”
Baron von Rudersdorf was glaring at his son. “I
personally informed the Minister of Justice. So there
is no future for you within our House nor Bauhaus!”
He spat these words out and felt a deep satisfaction
when he realized that this blow hit home. “You old
scheming bastard!” His son was boiling with rage.
“Get up! I promise you this: Your death will be slow
and painful and together with my new master I will
wage war against Bauhaus eternally!” He had sprung
to his feet and waved his gun to back his words up.
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Baron von Rudersdorf got up and knew it was over.
He closed his eyes and resigned to his fate.
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A Hunter´s Game
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used to it by now and had developed his own ways to
kill time.
Two days into keeping an eye out for their quarry a
wing of ravens had come from the north over the
mountains and circled the valley for almost ten
minutes before moving on to the west. Half an hour
later they had returned and again circled the valley
for a couple of minutes. Finally they had withdrawn
whence they had come across the mountains. Sir
Geoffrey had known it to be a good omen for their
hunt. A wing of ravens often were the heralds of
much larger game to come. So they had been on the
right track, he could feel it in his guts. Three days ago
at mid-morning Wilson, whose watch it had been, had
informed him of a lone jackal that came down the
trail cautiously. Being the Master of the Hunt Sir
Geoffrey had to decide whether to kill it or not.
Balancing the facts at hand and his vast experience
he had swiftly settled on the latter, because a jackal
hadn´t been the kind of game he had been hoping for.
He had known that some members of his hunting
party had been disgruntled, but as Master of the
Hunt he alone had the right to decide. So they had
watched it creeping down into the valley and
returning a few hours later.
But he knew all that hadn´t been in vain, for right
now he could hear the growling and roaring of really
big game, a pair of grizzlies. Being fearless predators
they wound down the narrow trail gruntingly. “Okay
boys, here they come,” Sir Geoffrey announced to his
mates nearby. “Spread the word, I want it to be done
by the book. First volley has to stopp them dead in
their tracks. Second and third volley have to kill
them. If not, run, for a wounded grizzly is a ruthless
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killer machine!” Saying that Sir Geoffrey shouldered
his Southpaw Rocket Launcher, aimed carefully and
unleashed his first salvo of anti-armour rockets at
the approaching tanks. In less than a minute the
Dunsirn Hunters reduced the two Bauhaus tanks to
burning wreckage.
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Excerpt from a McKenzie Base
City Guide
CHORUS:
And, we’ll roll the old chariot along,
we’ll roll the old chariot along,
we’ll roll the old chariot along
and we’ll all hang on behind.
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Oh, a drop of Nepharite blood wouldn´t do us any
harm,
a drop of Nepharite blood wouldn´t do us any harm,
a drop of Nepharite blood wouldn´t do us any harm,
and we´ll all hang on behind.
CHORUS:
And, we’ll roll the old chariot along,
we’ll roll the old chariot along,
we’ll roll the old chariot along
and we’ll all hang on behind.
CHORUS:
And, we’ll roll the old chariot along,
we’ll roll the old chariot along,
we’ll roll the old chariot along
and we’ll all hang on behind.
CHORUS:
And, we’ll roll the old chariot along,
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we’ll roll the bones in chariots along,
we’ll roll the bones in chariots along
and we’ll all hang on behind.
CHORUS:
And, we’ll roll the old chariot along,
we’ll roll the old chariot along,
we’ll roll the old chariot along
and we’ll all hang on behind.
CHORUS:
And, we’ll roll the old chariot along,
we’ll roll the old chariot along,
we’ll roll the old chariot along
and we’ll all hang on behind.
CHORUS:
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And, we’ll roll the old chariot along,
we’ll roll the old chariot along,
we’ll roll the old chariot along
and we’ll all hang on behind.
CHORUS:
And, we’ll roll the old chariot along,
we’ll roll the gold in chariots along,
we’ll roll the gold in chariots along
and we’ll all hang on behind.
To be continued…
So say tuned!
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