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Upon his return home Hazug held his truck’s weapon over one shoulder as he entered the kitchen from the adjoining garage. Behind him Ratish followed, weighed down by several belts of ammunition. “Your trousers are ready.” Sophie announced, holding them up for him to see. “Master already wearing trouser stupid git.” Ratish responded and at the same time he tripped over and dropped the ammunition he was carrying. “Mind out grot.” Hazug said, “Ya almost ‘ad me over dare.” “Sorry master. Ratish pick up da ammo.” “Good.” Hazug said and then he turned his attention to Sophie, “So ‘ow many sets I got now?” he asked. There had been a time when he had only needed a single set of clothing. After all he only ever wore one at once. But since acquiring Sophie he also seemed to have acquired the need for spare sets so that they could all be kept clean. The reasoning for this was beyond Hazug, but he knew it was normal for humans and so he went along with it. Even if it did mean he had no idea of how many clothes he owned. However, before Sophie could answer Salia made an appearance in the doorway opposite. “I thought I heard you come back.” She said, “Has she told you yet?” “No.” Sophie said as Hazug frowned. “Told me wot?” he asked, “Wot’s ‘appened while I’ve been out?” “Da gits ‘ave broken somethin’ master!” Ratish snapped, “Dey broken somethin’ and now dey ‘as to pay for it!” “We haven’t
broken anything.” Salia said. “Lyin’ git!”
Ratish yelled, looking up from the ammunition on the floor, “Master killed
dat thievin’ git. It’s dead!” Scowling and without saying a word Hazug put the heavy gun down on the table and drew the blade he kept tucked into his belt. Then he stormed across the kitchen to the cellar door and proceeded down the stairs. “What’s he going to do?” Salia asked, looking at Sophie nervously. “I think he’s going to finish what he started.” Sophie replied. Rhia was still tied to the support post as Hazug saw her. “Ya aint dead.” He said, “And ya came back.” As Hazug drew
close, brandishing his blade Mayleth leant out from behind the post and
grinned. Reaching to her throat she activated the translation device she
carried and spoke. “About to be an’ ‘ole load more of dat.” Hazug said. “Please Hazug, you have to help me.” Rhia said suddenly and Hazug halted. “Master don’t need to do anythin’ git!” Ratish called out as he, Salia and Sophie came down the stairs after Hazug. “Ya got dat right.” Hazug said and with a snarl he raised his blade. Mayleth gasped as she felt the rush of terror from Rhia. “They’ve already attacked a farm!” Rhia screamed, flinching and closing her eyes tight, “There were orks there too. Just check it out please.” Hazug halted and his angry snarl became a puzzled frown. “Tell me more about dis farm.” He said, lowering his blade. Rhia opened her eyes and looked at Hazug. “I don’t know where it is.” She said, “I overheard a man boasting about it though. He used to work for the governor. He said something about stones. The warp as well.” “Hazug, are you really going to believe this?” Sophie asked. “I was at a farm wot got attacked dis mornin’.” Hazug replied, “Da boss asked me to go and take look cause da grot wot got away said dat dare was aliens dare. Maybe dem aliens came from da warp and maybe dey wasn’t still about when we got dare cause dey went back afterwards.” “Daemons?” Mayleth said, “My, my, your friends do like to live dangerously.” Hazug suddenly
lunged forwards and swung his blade. There was a ‘Thunk’ as it struck the
post and cut Rhia’s hands free. Then he reached out and pulled the rope
away. “You’re trusting her?” Sophie asked. “Don’t! Kill
‘er!” Ratish snapped. “I promise I won’t let you down.” Rhia said, now rubbing her wrists where the rope had dug into them. “Nah ya won’t.” Hazug replied, “Cause I is gonna make sure dat ya don’t get da opportunity.” Hazug pushed the front do to the workshop open with force. “’Ere! Who’s smashin’ down me door?” Mek Batrug yelled as he looked around from his work. Then his snarled turned to a grin as he recognised the Blood Axe, “Ah Hazug me old mate.” He added, “Wot can I do for ya dis-“ and then he stopped mid sentence as Hazug dragged Rhia through the door behind him, her wrists still bound in front of her and he scowled again, “Wot’s dat doin’ ‘ere?” he asked. “She turned up at me place while I was out.” Hazug explained, “She’s got some story about ‘ow some of her old mob is up to somethin’.” “And ya believe ‘er?” Hazug frowned. “I aint sure. But I aint takin’ da chance.” He said. “So wotcha want me to do den?” Batrug asked. In reply Hazug lifted Rhia’s wrists and she whimpered as pressure was put on her injured arm once more. “I don’t want dese ropes comin’ loose.” Hazug explained, “’Ow much for some proper chains?” “Chains?” Rhia exclaimed, “Hazug, you don’t need to keep me tied up.” “Pricey.” Batrug said in answer to Hazug’s question. “I only want couple of bits of chain for ‘er arms and legs.” Hazug replied. “Yeah, but ya got more dan just da chain aint ya?” Batrug pointed out, “Ya got da chain, den ya got da metal rounds da wrists and da ankles wot need ‘inges and den ya got da locks. Unless ya want four different keys ya’s gonna need me to make four of dem exactly da same. Dat takes time and me time is expensive at da mo.” Hazug frowned. “I aint got time to waste and I aint made of teeth.” He said, “’Ow about ya just wrap some metal around ‘er and den weld da chain to it to link ‘em together?” Batrug thought about this, looking around at the various odds and ends he had scattered about the workshop. “Hazug no.” Rhia pleaded, concerned about the thought of being permanently welded into chains. “One tooth den.” Batrug said suddenly, “I’ll do it for ya now. Den I can get back to wot I was doin’ when ya burst in ‘ere.” Hazug grinned and produced a tooth that he tossed at the mekboy. Batrug grinned as he caught it and then he looked at where a group of gretchin were hard at work. “Grots!” he yelled, “I needs some chain, some strips of scrap and me small weldin’ torch. Den ‘old dis git down while I works.” Hazug let go
of Rhia as the gretchin brought Batrug what he wanted and then took hold
of Rhia. As for Rhia she looked at Hazug nervously as she was dragged away
but he ignored her reaction. Instead he looked around at the contents of
Batrug’s workshop. Like all mechaniaks Batrug had built up a massive stock
of spare parts, incomplete projects and also several custom built devices
that he would soon be offering to his customers. Like all ork mekboys,
most of what Batrug built was designed as a weapon of some sort, or at
least included one. Therefore, Hazug saw a great many blades, projectile
weapon barrels and even a handful of bulky directed energy weapons. Apart
from some of the weapons Hazug understood very little of this, but when
his inspection reached the workbench Batrug had been working at just now
he noticed that there were several small tubs of dirt there, not something
that he commonly associated with mekboys. “Wot?” Batrug
replied, looking around at Hazug. As he took his eyes off what he was
doing the flame of the welding torch slid off the metal band he was
welding in place around Rhia’s wrist and she gave out a yelp, “Oops.”
Batrug commented as he focused on the manacles again. “Oh dat.” Batrug said, “We ‘ad dese machines wot made gubbins for goin’ inside machines to control ‘em. Dey was somethin’ dat was looted from da gits when we got ‘ere. Ya put metal and dirt in at one end and tells ‘em wot ya want out da other, den it made ‘em. Problem is dat da last of ‘em broke down and now we can’t make da gubbins dat we needs for fightas, rokkits and da calculatin’ machines wot run our kruisers and such. Now all us meks is tryin’ to make another one before da boss gets mad. Now dat we is getting’ da ‘ulk ready for ‘im ‘e wants loads of that sort of stuff.” Almost none of this made any sense to Hazug. He was of course aware that a spacehulk was currently drifting through the system and it was planned to use the derelict fusion of numerous spacecraft to carry as many orks as possible to another system but most of the rest was meaningless to him. He did catch the part about how humans made machine components from dirt however. “So humans made machines out of dirt den?” he asked. “Bits of ‘em yeah. Dey calls da stuff ‘ceramics’ or somethin’.” Batrug replied, then he waved his gretchin away and pulled Rhia to her feet, “Dare ya go.” He said to Hazug, “All secure. Job’s a good ‘un.” Hazug turned to inspect Batrug’s handiwork. “I chained her
‘ands and feet as ya can see.” Batrug explained, indicating the lengths of
chain binding her wrists and ankles together while still allowing her to
walk, “And since ya is such a good customer I added a few extra bits at no
extra cost.” He went on, “Ya got dis chain ‘ere wot links da ones between
‘er arms and legs together, stops ‘er liftin’ her arms and I fitted dis
‘ere collar an’ all.” Batrug added, pulling Rhia’s hair aside to reveal a
crude metal collar welded around her neck. Dangling from this was another
length of chain, about the height of an ork in length, “Ya can use dis to
keep ‘er close.” He said, tossing the loose end of the chain at Hazug. The
Blood Axe caught this and smiled. “Git Town?”
Kazkal Kromag asked when Hazug told him where he intended to go. There was
nothing to prevent him from going there without asking permission first,
but it seemed wise to let the warboss know first just in case there was a
fight. The last thing he needed was for his enemies amongst the warboss’
other advisors, of which there were many, to take advantage of an
agreement that Hazug himself had encouraged Kazkal to make with the humans
and have Hazug executed for causing the deaths of unclaimed
humans. Kazkal frowned. “Wot about dem gits I gave da zappas to? Aint it dare job to deal with stuff like dis?” “Sort of boss.” Hazug answered, “But my source aint exactly trusted by any of ‘em. Dat’s why I wants to go in dare with Two Heads’ mob. If dare is any of dem left we’ll deal with ‘em.” Kazkal’s expression changed to a smile. “Try and bring me some for da pits.” He said, “We got an empty slot for tonight.” “I’ll see wot I can do boss.” Hazug said and then Kazkal waved him away. Hazug bowed as he backed away and then turned to leave, making his way directly out onto the street where he had left his truck opposite the warboss’ fortress. In the back sat his servants and Rhia along with the orks from Two Heads’ mob that normally crewed his rhino. The rest of the Evil Sun’s mob was instead either waiting inside the battlewagon parked behind the truck or standing guard around them, watching for any signs of anyone attempting to remove anything from the vehicles. “So wot did ‘e say?” one of Two Heads called out across the street as Hazug emerged through the fortress’ main gates and Hazug smiled. “’E said we can go. But ‘e wants some of ‘em alive if we can manage it.” He replied, “So do I an’ all. Dey can’t talk if dey is dead.”
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