Jackie was a good scout. He died with his ride. He should have a better crew backing him up on his final scout. The demoralized ennemies just couldn`t stop shooting! They got one of us!
Old Neal had survived two heavy rocket shots through breached sides... he`d even survived standing next to an exploding car. The silly guy thought he was invincible. But then a single crossbow shot passed through his kidney. He drank too much beer to survive on the other one, so he died.
The original Butcher, leader of Carne Muerta. Died in a hearse, ironically enough, after taking three .50 cal rounds to the cranium. His two fellow gang members in the car simply shoved his body into the coffin in back for the return trip to Somerset.
His legacy lives on through the countless bastards he sired during his brief stint as El Jefe.
Those damned FLMH.
Harold was one of our longest serving gunners, although he went throughout most of his life with only one eye. He died with his favourite car, the Harbinger.
By luck or not, an unbreached laser shot pierced his heart. By this day forward, no Celt will ever finish a deathrace if the Dragoons have anything to do with it...90637
One of the founding sockmonkeys. Lived up to his nickname by dying needlessly showing off in a pro-combat that he had already won. Will be remembered for, oh..... 5 minutes