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“Master! Master! Ratish bring ‘em just like ya asked!” Ratish jumped up and down and waved as Hazug as he parked his truck outside his home. The gretchin was stood on the roof of one of two other vehicles that had not been parked there when Hazug had last left. Unlike Hazug’s truck both vehicles were fully enclosed and armoured. The smaller of the two had once been an armoured personnel carrier, known to them as a rhino, used by chaos marines that Hazug had helped to defeat, though since its capture it had been modified with an ork made automatic weapon in place of the lighter human designed one it had been armed with when first captured. On the other hand the larger vehicle was of pure orkish construction, a heavily armoured half-track that was armed with not only a turret mounted large cannon but also two twin automatic weapon mounts. In the past Hazug had found the owner of these vehicles amicable to the idea of joining in his adventures. Especially since without doing so he would never have obtained the rhino for free. Hearing Ratish’s shouts the owner strode down the rear ramp of the half tracked battlewagon. “Wotcha Hazug.” He said in stereo. Whatever pod had produced Two Heads Smasha Butt Face had become corrupted at some point during his gestation, causing the freak mutation that had triggered the growth of a second fully functional head. This had had two benefits for Two Heads, firstly it meant that he grew twice as many teeth as other orks over any period of time, which made him wealthy enough to buy his own battlewagon and secondly his obvious mutation led to other orks mocking or attacking him from birth. This gave him a lot of combat experience at a young age and since orks developed faster the more they fought he had grown large enough to be considered a nob at a younger age than most, Hazug included. On the down side the two heads did not always see eye-to-eye on everything, which could result in anything from Two Heads refusing to speak to himself to attacking himself. “Ratish tell ‘im wot ya need ‘im for master.” Ratish said with excitement as he climbed down from the battlewagon. “Wot about Batrug?” Hazug asked. Ratish rushed towards Hazug, a wide smile on his face. “Da mek ses dat ‘e can make twenty rokkits for master by da end of today and dat dey’ll cost ya eight teeth in all. ‘E also said dat ‘e’s got some other ammo wot will punch through armour dad good. Better dan useless git ammo.” Hazug nodded and looked at Two Heads, his eyes switching from one head to the other. “So ya is on board with dis den?” he asked. Both of Two Heads smiled and one replied. “Sure I is.” He said, “But da word on da street is dat its pansies wot is back. Some dat ran off before we got ‘em.” Hazug reached into the back of his truck and produced one of the arms he had cut from a necron in Mayleth’s cell. He tossed at the ground in front of Two Heads for him to see. “Dat look like an eldar arm to ya den?” he asked. “Nah.” One of Two Heads answered as the other looked down at the metal limb, “But dat does.” And he pointed to where Mayleth lay unconscious in the truck. “Oh dat’s just Mayleth.” Hazug said, “She’s ‘elpin’ too. She seems to know somethin’ about necrons.” “Sleepin’ more like.” One of Two Heads replied, but the other smiled and added, “I won four teeth bettin’ on ‘er at da arena.” Which prompted the first head to frown and add, “Yeah, from me.” Ratish scowled
as he too looked at Mayleth. Hazug ignored him and looked around. “So where’s Sophie?” he said. “Dunno.” Two Heads said as he shrugged, “I aint seen ‘er.” “Master not need gits or pansies.” Ratish hissed. Hazug climbed back into his truck. “We best go look for ‘er den. I sent ‘er to get Drazzok.” “Oh goody.” One of Two Heads said and the other one added, “Drazzok, I bet ‘e’ll be ‘appy to see ‘er.” All of the various orkoid species produced a low level of psychic power that formed a gestalt energy field that could be tapped into and occasionally controlled to some degree by orks who were specifically sensitive to it. The odd behaviour and random psychic emissions from these orks led them to be labelled ‘weirdboys’ and the risks of nearby orks suffering cranial detonations as too much power flowed through their heads led these weirdboys to being forced to live apart from others. Drazzok Headbanga was one of these weirdboys, definitely the oldest and possibly the most powerful on the planet. He was also a member of the Snake Bite clan, the most traditional of all ork clans and as such somewhat xenophobic. However, Drazzok had discovered two distinct advantages to not beating Sophie with his staff whenever he saw her. Firstly as a human she did not produce the psychic energy that made his head hurt and secondly she could cook. So it was that when the orks found Sophie she was standing at the bottom of the copper pole on which Drazzok’s hut was perched on top of with a basket of food and staring up. Towering over her was a large one-eyed ork in the blue and yellow garb of a Bad Moon. “Da great Drazzok is not at home.” The Bad Moon announced. “But I saw him Thuggrim.” Sophie said, “He looked down and asked me what I wanted.” “But den ‘e said dat ‘e was out.” Thuggrim said, “Da great Drazzok knows where ‘e is.” Weirdboys were not the only orks affected by the psychic field generated by their species. A handful of orks had just enough sensitivity to it to become somewhat unbalanced and prone to sudden random changes in behaviour. Known as madboys they tending to gravitate towards and revere weirdboys. Thuggrim was one of these madboy who was unusual in that he was a nob; his instability had been triggered by the injury that had cost him his eye. He along with a larger group of madboys had appeared on Drazzok’s doorstep one day and Thuggrim had never left. Hazug jumped down from his truck and Two Heads disembarked his battlewagon and they both walked up behind Sophie. “Wot’s ‘appenin’?” Hazug demanded, “Where’s Drazzok?” “Da great Drazzok is not at ‘ome.” Thuggrim announced. “Yes he is.” Sophie said, looking up at Hazug, “He saw I had food and smiled at me. Then when shouted up that you thought the necrons were back he went back inside and just shouted that he wasn’t at home. Now Thuggrim won’t let me up there.” “Never thought I’d see da day Drazzok turned into a cowardly grot.” One of Two Heads shouted up the ladder towards the hut. “Da great Drazzok is not a coward!” Thuggrim yelled and he raised his rifle. “It goes da other way around ya loony.” Two Heads pointed out. Hazug looked
up the ladder. The face of Drazzok Headbanga appeared at the top of the ladder. “Hazug!” he shouted, “’Ow nice to see ya. I just got back in. Come on up all of ya. Make sure ya brings da food and da money.” Hazug was the first to start to climb up the ladder, followed by Sophie. She tucked her arm through the basket handle and was just starting to climb when she paused and looked back at Thuggrim and Two Heads. “Don’t look up my dress while I’m climbing.” She said before continuing up the ladder. “Why aint we
supposed to look up?” Thuggrim asked Two Heads. Two Heads’ two heads
looked at one another and he shrugged. From his place in the back of the truck Ratish watched Sophie and the three ork nobs climb up to Drazzok’s hut. He sneered at the fact that Hazug had left him behind but taken Ratish’s human nemesis. Then he heard a moan from beside him and he smiled and evil smile as he looked down at the still unconscious Mayleth. He sniffed and sucked on his teeth to produce as much saliva as he could, then he leant over Mayleth and let a thick mix of mucus and phlegm dribble down onto her head. Then he inserted a finger into his nose and began to extract the contents and wipe it off in her hair. In his tiny single-roomed hut Drazzok waited at his table with eating implements in his hands. “Drazzok,” Hazug began, “I needs to talk to ya about-“ “Food first, den money, den talk.” Drazzok interrupted and he waved Sophie towards him. She advanced and was just beginning to take food from the basket and put it on his plate when Drazzok just snatched the basket from her, “Never mind all dat.” He said and he began to rummage through the basket in search of what looked most appetising to him. Hazug tipped some teeth onto the table. “Dare’s eight teeth dare Drazzok.” He said, “Now can we talk?” “Go on den.” Drazzok replied, dragged the money towards him and spitting out crumbs as he did. “Da necrons is back.” Hazug said, “I’ve fought ‘em twice today already. Dey caused da explosion in da gargant.” “Da necrons did dat?” one of Two Heads asked, “Is ya sure?” “Dey was dare at da time.” Hazug said, “Even if dey didn’t make anythin’ go bang ‘emselves, dey made it ‘appen I reckon. I got one of dare shootas in me trukk.” “Along with a pansy.” Two Heads added. Drazzok looked up from the food. “A pansy? First gits and now pansies? Is ya startin’ a pettin’ zoo?” “Try pettin’ dat pansy and she’ll ‘ave ya ‘and off.” Two Heads said. “Da eldar seem to know somethin’ about necrons.” Hazug explained as he had done to Two Heads, “I figure she could be useful. Ya knows about fightin’ ‘em too. We’ve done it before.” “Da great Drazzok can fight anythin’.” Thuggrim proclaimed. Drazzok frowned. “Yeah, I remember wot ‘appened to da last lot of lads ya ‘ad join ya to fight dem necrons. Ya took an ‘ole mob into dare fort and ya was da only one wot came out again.” “Dare’ll be loot.” Hazug said and Drazzok paused. “’Ow much?” he
asked. Drazzok paused for a moment. “Give us a moment to finish off dis lot den,” he said, stuffing more food into his mouth, “and I’ll be right with ya.” Two Heads looked at the food Drazzok was devouring at an incredible rate. He leaned towards Sophie and asked, “Is dem da spicy pies?” “Yes they are.” She replied, “Why?” “In dat case,” one of Two Heads said as he straightened up again, “’e can ride in ya trukk Hazug.” And the other added, “Me wagons aint open topped.” Mazakatek watched as a pair of canoptek spyders worked. They hovered above a row of plinths and darted between them. On each plinth lay the remains of one of the deathmarks that the overlord had dispatched with orders to destroy the ork war machines and recover the necron technology in the hands of the orks. From the looks of things they had failed on both counts. “Ibon.” Mazakatek said to the cryptek monitoring the reconstruction efforts. “Yes lord?” the cryptek replied, looking around from the floating display panel. “Will they rise again?” Mazakatek asked, waving his hand towards the deathmarks. “Not all.” Ibon answered, “Four sustained damage to their cognitive systems. Though their bodies my be repaired, everything they were is gone.” This was something that Mazakatek had not expected. The deathmarks were amongst the best troops available to him and their loss would be keenly felt. But worse than that the very fact that all ten deathmarks had been incapacitated indicated that the orks now knew that a necron tomb had been awakened on their world. Next on Hazug’s list of things to do was bring the evidence of necron activity to the attention of Kazkal Kromag. Kazkal’s palace guards reacted with suspicion as the small group of vehicles pulled up outside. But when they saw who it was they opened the doors and allowed Hazug’s warband admittance. Inside they were met by one of the warboss’ human servants who bowed as the warband disembarked from their vehicles. “The great and powerful Kazkal Kromag bids you welcome.” The human said, though Hazug guessed that any comment from the warboss would have been more likely to have been, ‘Find out wot da bleedin’ ‘ell ‘e wants dis time.’ Hazug smiled. “Take us to ‘im.” He said and the human turned around and beckoned for the orks to follow. In the secure environment of Kazkal’s palace neither Hazug nor Two Heads felt the need to guard their vehicles, so the only one of the warband not to follow the human to Kazkal was the still unconscious Mayleth who rested beneath the blanket Ratish had covered her with to hide what he had done. In Kazkal’s throne room the assembled advisors and guards all reached towards their weapons when Hazug entered at the head of a warband. Though the Blood Axe had been loyal to the warboss up until now it was not impossible that he may seek to enact a change of regime now. Hazug would have been insulted had they reacted in any other way. “Wot’s ‘appenin’?” Kazkal called out, “’As ya got proof of dese metal lads of yours den?” Hazug just smiled and from behind his back he produced the necron hand he had shown Two Heads. Then he beckoned Ratish towards him and the gretchin staggered forwards under the weight of the necron rifle. The orks guards heard the moan coming from the back of Hazug’s truck and moved closer to investigate. “Wot is it?” one of them said. “Dunno.” The other replied, “But its comin’ from under dat blanket.” And he reached out and whipped the blanket away from Mayleth. The eldar’s eyes suddenly flickered open and she gasped as she found herself staring down the barrels of a pair of orks rifles. “It’s a pansy!” one of the guards exclaimed, “It must ‘ave come to kill da boss!” “Kill it!” the other snapped. “No!” the first responded, “We’ll take it to da boss. ‘E’ll know wot to do with it.” Kazkal studied the hand, shaking it so that the fingers rattled. “So ‘an ‘and and a shoota?” Kazkal said, “Aint ya got no one else wot’s seen ‘em?” “Well dare is one other boss.” Hazug said, “But she’s-“ At that moment the two orks guards entered the throne room and between them they carried Mayleth, now tightly bound and gagged. The eldar was struggling furiously, but having been surprised by the orks before she could recover her senses fully they had easily overpowered her. “Boss!” one of the orks called out, “We caught a pansy!” and all eyes turned towards them “Ah,” Kazkal said, “so dare are pansies after all.” The guards carried the helpless Mayleth to the front of the crowd and dropped her on the floor in front of Kazkal’s throne. “Da pansy ‘ad dese boss.” One said and from his belt he pulled Mayleth’s two pistols and a dagger that he then handed to the warboss. “So ‘ow d’ya explain dis den Hazug?” Kazkal asked, “A pansy in me own fort.” “She’s mine boss.” Hazug replied, “She’s da one wot’s been fightin’ in da arena. Look, she’s got me mark on ‘er.” And he pointed to the tattoo on Mayleth’s arm. Kazkal looked down at the struggling Mayleth. “So she ‘as.” He said, “I ‘as ‘eard about ‘er. Dey say she’s a dead good fighter.” “And she knows about necrons boss.” Hazug said, “Dat's why I took ‘er from da arena and let ‘er ‘ave dem sluggas ya got dare.” Kazkal frowned. “Stand ‘er up.” He said and the two guards picked Mayleth up from the floor and lifted her into a standing position in front of Kazkal, “Wot’s dat stuff on ‘er ‘ead?” he asked. One of the guards leant in close and poked one of the lumps now matted in Mayleth’s hair. Then he sniffed it. “Boss I reckon it-“ he began, then he licked the side of her face where there were more marks, only to leave much larger trail of saliva, “Urrgh!” he exclaimed and he bent over and began to cough and spit on the floor, “Boss, its grot snot!” Hazug glared down at Ratish, who backed away while Sophie made an expression of disgust. Then Hazug stepped forwards and stood beside Mayleth. “Boss, can I ‘ave dat choppa back?”Haz He asked, looking at Mayleth’s dagger. Kazkal nodded and handed over the weapon that Hazug promptly used to cut through the strip of cloth wrapped around Mayleth’s head. As soon as it fell free she spat out the wad of cloth that had been forced into her mouth and looked round at Ratish. “Vile creature!” she yelled as Hazug cut through the bonds at her wrists and ankles, “Bring that stunted beast here and I’ll skin it alive!” she made to charge at the cowering Ratish but Hazug wrapped an arm around her waist and held her back, all much to the amusement of the other orks. “I can see why ya likes ‘er.” Kazkal said to Hazug, “But wot does she know about dese necrons?” “Tell da boss wot ya know.” Hazug ordered Mayleth as she finally stopped trying to get free of his grip and instead began to wipe the mess from her head with her bare hand. “The y’gnir are an ancient enemy.” She began, her translator working to turn her words into orkish, “My species fought against them and their gods long ago. So did yours.” The murmuring
among the crowd in the throne ceased at this. Mayleth let
out a laugh. “So ‘ow do we kill ‘em den?” Kazkal asked. “You can’t.” Mayleth said, “They died millions of years ago, all that remains are echoes in metal bodies.” “Yeah, well metal can break.” Kazkal said, “So we can break dese necrons right?” and their were murmurs of support from the crowd, “After all dis one looks pretty broke to me.” And he waved he arm in the air. “Ya just ‘ave to ‘it ‘em enough times boss.” Hazug said, “Sometimes dey fixes ‘emselves and get back up, but dey can be stopped and dey just vanish. Dey go back to dare fort wherever it is to get fixed again. We just need to blow up da fort and dey’ll all stop.” “So where’s da fort den?” Kazkal said, “I’ll ‘ave me pulsa rokkits smash it.” “Dunno boss.” Hazug said, “But it’s probably under da ground. Pulsa rokkits aint goin’ to be no good against dat. We needs to get inside.” “And ‘ow exactly do we do dat?” Kazkal demanded. “We grab ‘old of some of ‘em when dey teleport boss.” Hazug said, “I got an ‘ole mob in dat way.” “And got ‘em all killed.” Drazzok commented. “But ‘ow is ya goin’ to get enough ‘splovies in like dat? To blow a fort ya’d need ‘undreds of lads carryin’ a big crate of bombs each.” “Nah boss,” Hazug said, “we only needs one bomb. A lifta gas bomb.” “Lifta gas?” Kazkal exclaimed, “Wot good is lifta gas for a bomb? I know it goes bang when ya set fire to it, but dare’s much better stuff for bombs dan dat.” There was a sudden clatter as a mek dropped something and a small group of meks began to talk amongst themselves rapidly. “Wot is it ya lot?” Kazkal called out, “Come up ‘ere and tell me.” The crowd of
orks parted to allow the three large meks to pass and they all stood
beside Hazug and faced Kazkal’s throne. Hazug noticed that all three had a
big black ring around one eye and he grinned briefly. Kazkal grinned. “’Ow big?” he
asked. “Dat’s why we don’t ‘ave none boss.” The largest mek replied, “No-one wants ‘em. Gits use ‘em sometimes, but even dey don’t like ‘em much. I aint never seen ‘em use any against us.” “Dat’s cause gits know ‘ow to fight a war properly.” Kazkal commented, “But if we needs one of dese liftin’ gas bombs, ‘ow long till I can ‘ave one?” The meks muttered amongst themselves again. “Ten to fifteen days boss.” The largest replied, “We gotta go get seawater.” “And wot is we supposed to do in da mean time?” Kazkal asked. “Da necrons aint gonna stay in dare fort boss.” Hazug said, “Dey’ll be launchin’ more attacks and dey’ll probably try and attack us ‘ere. We gotta be ready for dat. Da other city dey attacked ‘ad a wall around it, but dis one aint. Da necrons’ll be able to swarm all over us.” Kazkal looked at the warband that had accompanied Hazug. “And
ya reckon dat dis lot ‘ere is enough do ya?” he asked. |
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