Red-1-C is not a name, it's a designation from Karma. Too many years ago, Karma was given the go-ahead to begin final testing of the new stormer variants: the 714, the 711, the 114, the 23. And the annoyingly persistent Project Red. "Red-1-A" was a near-sighted, ignorant attempt to fuse a Shaktar and a Carrien genome to create a Shiver-replacing stormer. These are two races which not only have different cell structures, but different genetic systems. As attempt after attempt failed to successfully meld Shaktar warrior instinct with carrien pack mentality, senior management began to doubt its usefulness. They had the 714: an intelligent stormer. What did they stand to gain from Project Red? Cages and cages of spastic, weak nightmares. The project's funding was cut, but at the behest of the its leader, Dr. Psallan, it was allowed to continue. Red-1-B at least succeeded in forming a viable stormer, but no smarter than a carrien, and no stronger than a Shaktar. Psallan was well aware that his plans held the key to a race superior to any of the new stormers, but his money was drifting away any good results seemed to come no closer. Locked up in his laboratory complex, he could not see the world changing around him... Shaktars gaining pride and racial respect, racism going out of fashion. On the day he woke up with Red-1-C in his mind, his department was closed down. The Shaktar high command had stated that it found the nature of Project Red unnacceptable.

Psallan had perhaps more pride than sense. He stuck on at the lab without pay or assistants, for one year, raising six fearsome babies by hand. No nutritive tanks for these wild kids. They were born into glass tubes as single cells, developing into tiny monstrosities capable of killing before they were capable of walking. Tearing through Mort in a stolen department buzzer, Psallan dropped them into a carrien nest he located in Cannibal sector one. He was killed seconds later when the mother returned, and so he never knew if his offspring survived.

But they did. The six Red-1-Cs ensured that the original inhabitants of the nest became babyfood. They were suckled and raised by the mother as its own, and taught hunting skills, and how to listen out for enemies. A few years later there was a family of carrien in the sector that all the other occupants avoided. Stormer programming and Shaktar instinct were a powerful force. Although they barely understood the existence of SLA, they did understand that they were far more intelligent than their neighbours. Through raided stores, and stripping occasional victim Slops of their equipment, they taught themselves language. And from there to tactics. And from there to guns. Once they had a rudimentary understanding of words, they understood from their programming that they were called "Red-1-C", and that they were supposed to be police officers. Shivers. Green. But red, like Shaktar. The Red Green-Coat Clan.

There are now in excess of a hundred Red-1-Cs in cannibal sector one, occupying a bizarre position of authority among its denizens. Slops who encounter them tend to open fire first (and often regret it), but if they were to once stop and try talking, they might just find a sympathetic ear. Make no mistake, these are brutal bastards. But somewhere in there are the twin flames of justice and loyalty.

Red-1-Cs stand hunched over, much like carrien, because it's a muc more practical form for traversing sewers. Erect, they would measure about nine feet, although they rarely come past about seven or eight. Their skin is a tough red web, like a Shaktar's, and their faces are combination of the two: short tusks around long, thin scavenging jaws.