the smuggler’s bible

Anzor

Anzor the techno-barbarian plans to spend the day digging through the ruins for old alien science.  He straps on his helmet and carefully pokes at his left eye where the green foil lens is slightly out of place. It makes him look cross-eyed, he thinks, and resolves to find something better out there in the rubble.

Instead he stumbles onto a pack of mutants trying to loot the place.

“All turf is mutant turf, human!” their chief howls. “Your kind has surrendered this world through incompetence and greed!”

They aren’t wrong, but he shoots them with his laser gun anyway.