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Word travelled fast around the ork city, a powerful enemy was at large and there was fighting to be had. So when Hazug called on Mek Batrug he found the region of the city where most of the mekboys’ workshops were to be found a hive of activity. Orks were assembling into warbands as rapidly as they could and all of them wanted the very best, meaning biggest and loudest, weapons that were available. Teeth were being exchanged and meks were finding customers for experimental devices that no ork would have gone near just a day earlier. Drazzok just scowled at Hazug as he climbed down from the truck. He did not like meks and he and Batrug never saw eye to eye. “Just make dis quick Hazug.” He said as Hazug climbed down from his truck, “Dis place is full of nutters.” And eh waved at the orks rushing from workshop to workshop in a desperate attempt to find a weapon bigger and louder than whatever their rivals had just purchased. “I just gotta pick up some bullets Drazzok.” Hazug replied, “Da rest of ya should wait ‘ere.” And he went inside. Like the other meks, Batrug had clearly been doing good business. There was much less clutter than there had been earlier on, with the rest having been sold on. “Business
doin’ good den?” Hazug asked and Batrug looked up at him and
smiled. “Wot about me rokkits?” “Oh yeah. Dey’ll be ready, I was just workin’ on da last of ‘em now.” And Batrug held up a half completed rocket, “Did ya grot tell ay about da other ammo?” he then added, putting the rocket down on the workbench and wandering across the workshop. “Yeah,” Hazug replied, “’e said dat ya ‘ad somethin’ dat would go through armour better dan da usual stuff. Better dan human stuff even.” “Bah!” Batrug exclaimed as he began to search through a stack of boxes, “Gits can make bullets wot fly straight better dan most grots, but only a few of ‘em is good enough to make rounds like wot us meks can.” Then he frowned as he realised that he had no idea where the ammunition was, “Alright ya pointless runts!” he bellowed at the gretchin rushing about and working on several of the tasks that Batrug could not bothered with himself, “Wot’s ‘appened to dat ammo I as savin’?” “Down ‘ere boss.” A gretchin replied, rushing to the workbench Batrug had been working at and pulling out a box from underneath, “Ya put ‘em aside after Ratish came in.” Batrug let out a low growl, annoyed at being shown up by a gretchin and he stormed back over to the workbench and lifted the box of ammunition onto it. Then he reached inside and pulled out a single round. “Rokkit assisted with an explosive tip.” He said, handing it to Hazug. Hazug took the round and stared at it closely. It looked familiar. “Dis looks like dat stuff dem human marines use. I got a few rounds at ‘ome.” He said, “Wot does dey call it?” “Bolta ammo.” Batrug said, grinning, “I got ‘old of a box of dare stuff meself when ya did over dat bunch near da pansies’ gateway and copied it. Only I made it da right size to fit in a shoota. Should crack open dem metal lads a lot easier dan regular loads.” Hazug smiled. “I’ll take ‘em.” He said. “Good.” Batrug replied, “Now let me just grab some stuff and-“ “’Old on,” Hazug said, “where ya goin’?” “I don’t needs to be ‘ere to finish ya last rokkit.” Batrug said, “And I aint missin’ out on tryin’ to grab me one of dem choppas ya got. I is comin’ with ya.” The last time Hazug had gone hunting necrons he had only Drazzok and a group of inexperienced orks to support him and was armed only with a handful of light weapons. This time however, he was leading a significantly larger and more experienced force equipped with far more powerful weapons. Of course Drazzok and Hazug were the only ones to have experience facing necrons troops, but orks were nothing if not fast learners when it came to battle. Additionally they were but one of the groups heading out of the city and looking for a fight. With their newly acquired and unpredictable weapons now mounted to whatever transport they had available hundreds of orks were heading out of the city. Krudlord’s report had provided a rough heading to take and so the orks were fanning out in that direction. A roar from overhead confirmed that the flyboys from the city’s airbase were getting involved as well and a flight of aircraft raced ahead of the ground units. “So where we ‘eadin' exactly?” Batrug shouted from the back of the truck. “To where Krudlord’s mobs saw da necrons.” Hazug said, “Dat’s da only confirmed sightin’ we got.” “Will they still be there?” Sophie asked, “Isn’t everyone saying they’ve got vehicles?” “Your mon-keigh has a point.” Mayleth added, “The y’ngir are unlikely to be caught waiting for us to engage them.” “I knows dat.” Hazug said, “But its da best we got until we pick up a trail.” “Wot will da trail be master?” Ratish asked. “Well,” Drazzok said, “I may not be as sneaky as a Blood Axe, but I is guessin’ somethin’ like dat.” And he pointed off into the distance to where a plume of smoke was rising over the horizon. Already the aircraft had spotted it and were banking towards it. “Ya guessed right.” Hazug said and he steered towards the smoke. Behind the truck both of Two Heads’ vehicles followed. The plume of smoke turned out to be coming from a massive fuel tanker. The articulated vehicle had been struck by enemy fire and its volatile contents had exploded furiously, scattering burning fuel and fragments of the tanker over a wide area. A vehicle like the tanker never travelled alone of course and the escorting warbikes were also strewn across the ground. Energy weapons had clearly struck some of the lightweight vehicles, with neat holes punched through their metal frames and engines in a fashion that Hazug associated with the more common necron weapons he had already faced halfway around the planet. “Spread out!” Hazug shouted as the warband dismounted from their vehicles, “Give a shout if ya spots any signs of da necrons still ‘ere.” He was just reaching for the tau viewing device when he paused and looked up at the gun mounting on his truck where Thuggrim still stood, “Oi Thuggrim!” he called out, “’Ow’s about ya come and give ay good eye a go? Two Heads’ lads can cover us from dare wagons.” Thuggrim looked down at Drazzok who simply nodded. “If d great Drazzok wants it,” he said, “den it shall be so.” And he leapt from the truck, kicking up a spry of mud as he landed. The one-eyed ork then reached for a small pouch he kept around his neck and from it he produced a small device that was roughly spherical. Lifting up his eye patch, he then inserted the bionic eye into the empty socket. There was a brief whirring as the eye powered up and then he began to look down at the ground. “Somethin’ went dis way.” Thuggrim said and he pointed at a patch of ground where the mud had been churned up so much that any evidence of tracks had been wiped away. Hazug lifted the tau device to his eye and looked for himself. At first eh saw nothing, but with slight adjustment to the device’s settings part of the ground appeared to turn a dull orange while the rest seemed to be a mix of greens and blues. Hazug turned, following the path of the discolouration to where it disappeared into an area of thick vegetation. For a moment he wondered why the necrons would have taken vehicles into an area of such dense terrain before the patrolling ork aircraft flew overhead and reminded him of their presence and he smiled. “Dey is ‘idin’
in da woods.” He said, “Dey is afraid of da fightas.” And he put the
device away before turning to Two Heads. “Good.” Hazug said, “I’ll go on alone. Sophie can give ya a count of an ‘undred before ya follow me.” Then he looked at Ratish, “Don’t make ‘er lose count.” He said sternly. “Can’t Ratish go with master?” Ratish asked, “Ratish could bring da squig.” “Nah.” Hazug replied, “Cuddles may make too much noise. I wants to find out wot we’s facin’ before we go rushin’ in.” then he addressed the warband in general, “If ya see ought, don’t go blastin’ it right away, but I let’s rip den ya should all come runnin’.” Then he raised his rifle to his shoulder and began to advance into the woods. Watching as
Hazug disappeared into the woods Sophie began to count, softly speaking
the numbers to herself in Gothic. She was watched by the warband, who
despite being unable to understand what she was saying were keen for her
to finish counting. Only from Two Heads and Mayleth looked away. Two Heads
was issuing instruction to the trio of orks he had selected to remain
behind, explaining to them that in addition to protecting the warband’s
vehicles he expected them to gather up whatever remained of the warbikers’
possessions. Something that seemed to partially offset the prospect of
missing out on a fight. Meanwhile Mayleth just stared into the woods, her
alien sense able to see deeper through the trees than either Sophie or the
orks could. “Ya better stick close to me.” A voice said as an ork walked past her, “Da boss’ll be dead angry if ya get’s ‘urt.” The owner of the voice was well known to Sophie. He was the only one of the Two Heads warband to have survived since the encounter with the tau that had brought her together with Hazug. He had lost a leg during that fight and owing to a shortage of donor parts the replacement crudely grafted on had been the wrong side, leaving him with two right feet. “Thanks Gorrid.” Sophie said to the ork and she lifted up her own rifle and followed close behind him. The warband was not terribly subtle about its advance through the undergrowth and vegetation was either bashed or hacked out if the way or crushed underfoot. As they got deeper into the woods, Sophie noticed an increasing amount of fungus coating the ground and trees. Then they came a cross a clearing that was literally filled with fungal growths. Surprisingly to Sophie the orks did not just march straight through this, instead they moved around either side of it. Sophie paused at the clearing and looked at the growths. Fungus was a major part of the orkish diet and it occurred to her that she might be able to collect something to eat. She was just about to step into the clearing when she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Be careful mon-keigh.” Mayleth said, apparently the eldar had paused here also, though she had not gone into the clearing. “Why?” Sophie asked, “What’s wrong?” “Don’t you know what this place is mon-keigh?” Sophie shook her head. “Look carefully.” Mayleth said, “Over there.” And she pointed. Sophie turned her head. She saw that Mayleth was pointing to a patch of disturbed ground where it appeared that someone had been digging recently. Mixed in with the churned dirt was what looked like fragments of one of the larger mushrooms, those that stood about half a metre in height. But more significant were the footprints. They were clearly from an ork, but from one of the smaller examples of the species and whoever had made the tracks had been barefoot at the time. But significantly though there were tracks leading from the disturbed ground, there were none leading to it. A puzzled frown appeared on Sophie’s face. “You’ve lived
with them for years, “Mayleth said, “and yet still you don’t know where
they come from?” “Here and other dark and secluded places like it. Mon-keigh, this is where the beasts are born. If you go in there, tread lightly. You can’t be sure what you may disturb.” Sophie nodded and rather than stopping in the clearing, she rushed around to catch up with Gorrid. Hazug could hear the throbbing of an engine from not far ahead and he knelt down and peered around one of the larger trees. Ahead he saw three alien vehicles, all clearly of necron construction. They did not resemble the massive and powerful pyramid tanks they had used when he last encountered them, instead all of these were open topped and Hazug could clearly see their occupants. That was perhaps why the ork aircraft concerned them, Hazug thought to himself. After all the cannons and missiles mounted on a fighter would chew up lightweight vehicles such as these. Two of the vehicles looked to be troop transports, with each one carrying a squad of ten necron warriors of the type Hazug had faced before. On the other hand the third vehicle carried only three necrons, two of whom looked to be the crew while the other was one of their leaders. Hazug grinned. He knew exactly what his first target was going to be. He pointed his rifle at the command vehicle, aiming carefully. Rather than the primary trigger, he instead reached for the control to launch the rocket mounted beneath the barrel and he quickly pulled back on it. There was a ‘whoosh’ as the rocket motor ignited and the explosive project shot through the air towards the necron vehicle. Hazug had aimed for the chest of the necron leader standing tall behind the crew, but its pilot’s reactions were fast enough that it began to twist the vehicle around and took the necron lord out of the path of the rocket. However, the pilot was not quick enough to get his entire vehicle out of the way. The missile struck an arch-like structure that extended from the rear of the vehicle and leant over the lord and exploded on impact. The necron lord was immediately thrown clear by the blast and he landed in the undergrowth. His vehicle on the other hand fared less well and the sound of its engine increased, joined by audible alarms warning the crew of danger. Even as the pilots did their best to regain control an uncontrolled power surge caused the vehicle to spin around and slam into a tree. There was a second explosion, not form the collision but instead as an indirect result of Hazug’s attack as flames reached something combustible. The wrecked vehicle dropped the ground and even as the two crew struggled to disconnect themselves it destroyed in another explosion and Hazug was forced to duck back behind the tree to avoid the flying shrapnel. When he peered back out, he saw that the two troop transports were now deploying their passengers. Hazug brought up his rifle again and opened fire. The recoil was less than Hazug was used to. Conventional ballistic ammunition required a high muzzle velocity to provide hitting power, on the other hand the bolt rounds provided to him by Mek Batrug used a compact built-in rocket motor to build up speed throughout it’s flight and an explosive tip for enhanced armour penetration. Hazug had aimed for the dead centre a necron’s torso with the expectation that the muzzle would climb and spray the burst across its chest. But the muzzle instead held on target and all three rounds struck in a close group. The detonation of the first put a narrow crack in the alien’s metal skin, the second then split the plate open and the third blasted a fist sized hole that caused the necron to fall backwards. Hazug looked
down at his rifle and grinned. The sound of gunfire echoed through the forest. “Bolta.” Batrug said, then he added, “Its Hazug.” Two Heads both smiled. “’Ear dat lads?” one of him said out loud, “Hazug’s found ‘em. Let’s get stuck in.” and then both of him let out a war cry, “Waaagh!” “Waaagh!” the other orks repeated the cry in unison and rushed towards the source of the gunfire, some of them firing into the air as they went with excitement. Sophie tried to pick out where Mayleth had gone, but once again the eldar had dashed ahead of the warband and was out of sight already. The air crackled with the discharge of the necrons’ weapons and green lightning blasted towards Hazug. He ducked back behind the tree to reload his rifle, he had sprayed a volley of bolter rounds into the advancing force and seen three necrons fall, better than the result he would expect from his usual ammunition, but moments later he witnessed two of the aliens reappear from the undergrowth as thy repaired themselves and stood up to advance on him once more. A blast from one of the necron rifles struck the tree and there was a much louder ‘crack’ as a section of the trunk was blasted into oblivion. The tree groaned - its trunk no longer able to support its weight and Hazug dived away as the remains of the trunk splintered and the tree toppled sideways and left him without cover. There was the sound of more gunfire, but not the crackling of an energy weapon discharge or the clattering of orkish firearms. Instead Mayleth bounded from between the trees. She held a pistol in each hand and as she ran towards Hazug she kept them trained on the necrons and fired repeatedly at the nearest of them. The machine alien jerked under the repeated strikes until a shower of sparks indicated that one of the crystalline shards from her splinter pistols had found a weak point on its armour. The necron dropped his rifle and disappeared from sight into the undergrowth. “Where’s da others?” Hazug asked, but before Mayleth could reply a sound came from through the trees. “Waaagh!” The orks of Two Heads’ mob ran headlong towards the aliens, firing bursts of automatic fire at the aliens and cutting down four more of whom only two got back up. Turning to face this new threat the necrons returned fire and as Hazug watched several of the mob had the flesh melted from their bodies, their dying screams replacing the traditional ork warcry. The orks did not stop their charge when they began shooting and as their rifles ran dry of ammunition they cast them aside and instead drew their axes and hurled themselves at the necrons. Though orks were especially adept in close combat the necrons’ metal skins were resilient enough that most of the axe blows did nothing more than chip them. Two Heads had more success however, he was bigger and stronger than his troops and their blows were powerful enough to drive back their opponents even when they failed to break through their armour. Behind the orks came Cuddles, dragging Ratish along behind him as the gretchin held fast to the squig’s leash. The squig leapt at the necron warriors just as it had done to the deathmark in Mayleth’s cell and the vicious creature landed on top of one of them, forcing him to the ground and striking at him with tooth and claw. “Hazug!” Sophie’s voice called out as she arrived behind the orks and slid to a halt beside him, “Are you okay?” “I’s fine.” Hazug said, “Now cop ‘old of dis and don’t lose it.” And he handed her his rifle. “Why? What are you going to do?” Sophie asked as she strained under the weight of the weapon. Hazug took the warscythe from his back. “Two Heads aint getting’ all da fun.” He said and then he too charged at the necrons. “So what do we do now?” Sophie said to Mayleth. Mayleth holstered her pistols and drew both the daggers she carried. “Stay here if you will mon-keigh,” she said, “but I will fight beside our master.” And she charged, somersaulting over the closest necrons to land in their midst and began to slash at what she took be the vulnerable points at their joints. Sophie set Hazug’s rifle down and unslung her own from her shoulder. Her weapon was not as powerful as Hazug’s even when it was loaded with standard bullets. She was armed with a human built weapon - a laser rifle that was powered by compact rechargeable power packs. It was another of Hazug’s trophies. But in front of her Sophie could see only a swirling melee and although there were more necrons than greenskins she was not confident that she could target them without risking hitting her own side. She sighed heavily in frustration and then lowered her lasgun. Then she felt something that the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Drazzok had finally arrived at the battle. The excitement of the orks in the warband now that they were in combat served only to increase the level of psychic power they channelled to the weirdboy and though Sophie was not sensitive to the itself she could feel the effect it was having on Drazzok. All around him tiny pieces of debris suddenly shot upwards as he let off random bursts of unfocused telekinetic activity. Only the conductive staff he gripped tightly to ground his power prevented it from building up to more dangerous levels. But when he saw what was happening in front of him he lifted his staff above his head. “Waaagh!” he yelled, shaking his head from side to side as he did and then he pointed his staff towards the nearest necron. A bolt of brilliant lightning leapt from Drazzok’s staff and struck the necron warrior square in the chest. The alien shuddered as the energy cascaded over its metal body and there were tiny explosions as its components were overloaded and failed. But the lightning did not stop at a single necron and even as the first was still shuddering it leapt onto the next closest of the aliens with similar effect. This then repeated itself as Drazzok’s psychic attack sought out one necron after another, able to distinguish between them and the orks. Seeing how the lightning jumped form target-to-target Mayleth jumped back from the warrior she was fighting and disengaged just in time to avoid being struck herself. Breathing heavily she landed beside Sophie. “Stay clear mon-keigh.” She said, “The beast’s energy seeks out anything that is alien to them.” “I gathered that.” Sophie said, “And my name’s Sophie, not mon-keigh.” The lightning ceased as abruptly as it had begun and Drazzok slumped against his staff. Mayleth did a quick count and she saw that three of the necrons had been destroyed by the psychic burst while four others seemed to be in the process of repairing themselves. But Drazzok had shown himself to be a threat to the aliens and a pair of them began to advance towards him. “Thuggrim!” Sophie called out to the nob who was as ever standing close to Drazzok, “Protect Drazzok!” Her warning came just in time. When Drazzok had launched his attack Thuggrim had become distracted by a tiny creature, one of the smaller breeds of squig that was crawling up a nearby tree and was studying it using the full power of his bionic eye. But at the mention of protecting Drazzok he recovered his senses and spun around, bringing his rifle up to his shoulder. He fired four shots in rapid succession at the two necrons, adjusting his aim only slightly each time and with each shot the light in a necron’s eye went out, blinding them and bringing them to a dead halt. Seeing her chance Mayleth lunged at the pair of helpless warriors, landing between them. Still holding a dagger in each hand she plunged a blade into a socket of each warrior, piercing the much thinner armour behind their eyes and sending the tips of her weapons into their brains. As she withdrew the blades, both necrons dropped to the ground in a heap. Hazug grinned as he saw Mayleth makes the two kills at once even as he cleaved one of the aliens in half without even looking at it. Then he glanced down at his own kill and was surprised to find its remains just lying there. The necron was not attempting to repair itself; the damage had been too severe for that. But on every other occasion that Hazug had seen a necron disabled in the field its remains had been teleported away for repair in its tomb. Something here was different and Hazug wanted to know what. He looked around, searching for other necrons that had been destroyed. The first two he spotted were the ones Mayleth had just finished off and sure enough both were still lying motionless on the ground where they had fallen, neither trying to repair themselves or teleporting away. Then he spotted movement in the undergrowth away from the combat in the direction of the two surviving necron transports. It was one of the necrons destroyed by Drazzok’s lightning strike, but it was not moving by itself. A group of small metal insect-like machines were dragging the warrior’s remains back towards one of the transports and when Hazug looked towards the vehicles themselves he saw several more of the destroyed necrons on them, more of the insect machines scurrying about and repairing them. As he watched repairs to one of the warriors were completed and the alien stepped down and began to advance. A light
movement from beside him caught Hazug’s attention and he looked down to
see one of the insect machines crawling over the remains of the necron at
his feet. “Da wagons!” he yelled, “Da wagons is fixin’ ‘em!” and gripping his warscythe in both hands he roared and charged towards the transports. He swung the weapon as he ran, slicing the newly repaired warrior in half before it could fire on him and carried on almost as if nothing had happened. As he drew closer to the transport eh raised his warscythe ready to strike. But then ran into an invisible barrier before he could attack. Hazug bounced back off the barrier, blood pouring from his nose and sprawled out over the ground, dazed. He shook his head to recover his senses and reached out for his warscythe. But as he took hold of the weapon a metal foot came down and pinned it to the ground. “That does not belong to you krork.” The necron lord said as Hazug looked up into its gaze. “Finders keepers!” Hazug bellowed back, invoking an ancient greenskin law and he launched himself up at the necron. The necron lord aimed some sort of gauntlet at Hazug and he was forced to duck out of the way once more as a sheet of green flame narrowly avoided hitting him. Hazug then lashed out with his foot and knocked the lord’s knee out form under him. From the edge of the battlefield Sophie watched what was happening. She had tried to use her own weapon against the alien transports, aiming for the driver who sat seemingly exposed at the rear of each of them. But her laser blasts had struck the same invisible barrier that had felled Hazug and not even reached her target. “Our weapons cannot penetrate its shield mon-keigh.” Mayleth said, “Now I must go and help our master.” And she ran towards Hazug and the necron lord. Frustrated at being useless Sophie looked around for anything she may be able to help with. Even Ratish seemed to be taking part in the battle, bashing away at the necron pinned beneath Cuddles with a rock while eh yelled abuse at it. Thuggrim had gone closer to the fighting, using the superior aim provided by his eye to take pot shots at the necrons even as they battled the orks in close combat, one of his bullets disabling the necron fighting Two Heads long enough for the Evil Suns nob to lift it over his heads and hurl it at two others just as they were getting back to their feet. Then she remembered Hazug’s rifle. Hazug had reloaded the weapon just before he had handed it to her and she had rested it against the nearest tree when she had switched to her own weapon. Her lasgun may not be able to damage the necron vehicles but she was certain that the rocket launcher mounted on Hazug’s rifle would. The only drawback was that she knew from experience that ork weaponry would not always function reliably in the hands of a human and all of the orks were involved in the fighting already. Except for Drazzok. “Drazzok help me!” she called out as she lifted up the heavy rifle. Still supporting himself on his staff and out of breath from his lighting attack, Drazzok looked around. “Wotcha want?” he demanded. “We can use this to destroy their vehicles.” Sophie said, “But I need you to fire it.” Drazzok frowned before he strode towards Sophie. “Give dat ‘ere.” He snapped, “And kop ‘old of dis for a mo.” And he handed her his staff. Immediately Sophie saw Drazzok begin to shudder slightly as psychic power built up within him. The weirdboy scraped his feet across the ground, maximising the contact area between his bare feet and the ground to try and dissipate energy through them alone. Acting quickly he lifted the rifle to his shoulder, took aim and fired. But he pulled the wrong trigger and instead of launching the rocket he instead fired off a burst of bolt rounds. “Damn stupid mek-built crap!” he snapped,” Where’s right bleedin’ trigger?” “Here!” Sophie replied, tapping the rifle next to the secondary trigger that operated the rocket launcher. “Wot, dis?” Drazzok said as he pulled back on the trigger without looking and there was a sudden ‘whoosh’ as the rocket was fired. “Quick!” Drazzok snapped as he dropped Hazug’s rifle, “Give us me staff back!” and he snatched his staff away from Sophie. Sophie
meanwhile watched the progress of the rocket as it flew towards the necron
transports. Drazzok had fired the explosive projectile in a high arc and
it sailed over the nearest vehicle. Still grappling with Hazug, the necron lord looked around at the wrecked vehicle and then towards the pilot of the surviving transport. The pilot looked back at the lord and then reached for his control panel. There was an
ominous dull booming sound that echoed through the forest and immediately
the surviving necrons began to pull back towards the transport. The necron lord delivered a swift kick to Hazug’s chest, forcing him backwards. But this took him closer to where his warscythe still lay and Hazug was quick to scoop up the powerful weapon before turning back to face the lord before he could use his flame throwing gauntlet again. But the lord was not standing his ground; instead he was retreating along with the rest of his troops. Hazug reached for his belt and drew his pistol. Pointing it at the necrons he fired repeatedly, not bothering to aim at any particular one of them. But the random fire from the compact firearm was not enough to inflict any significant damage and all of the necrons reached the transport safely before it began to rise up from the ground. Two Heads’ mob closed with the vehicle just as it began to lift off and its pilot steered so that the orks were to one side of his vehicle. Then he opened fire. A storm of energy discharges erupted from the row of weapons mounted in a row and seared the flesh from the two closest orks. The rest ground to a halt and just watched as the transport got higher and higher, until it was above the level of the treetops. “Soddit!” Two Heads both yelled in unison, “Dey is getting’ away!” one then added as the other concentrated on waving a fist at the retreating vehicle, “If I just ‘ad me wagon ‘ere.” “I don’t reckon dey is getting’; away just yet.” Hazug said, looking up and smiling. Then the roar of aircraft engines came from above. Standing on the deck of the transport, the necron lord looked down at the orks below, furious at having been driven off by such a pitiful band of savages. Then he heard the roaring also and when he looked up he realised that he had just made a fatal mistake. Three ork fighters raced towards the necron vehicle, their cannons firing. One after an other they flashed against the transports shield, but though it was strained the barrier held fast as all three aircraft shot past. The lord turned to follow them and watched as they banked and came around for another run. Then a siren sounded from the pilot’s station to warn that one of the ork aircraft had just achieved a missile lock. A moment later there was a flash from the lead fighter as it fired and the necron lord watched helplessly as it closed in on him. On the ground, the orks cheered as the necron transport was consumed in a ball of fire and the three ork fighters flew overhead once more on their way to hunt for more targets while their fuel held out. Hazug on the other hand was the only ork not looking up; instead he was looking down at the ground. “What’s the matter?” Sophie asked as she approached him, cradling his rifle in her arms while her own was slung over her shoulder. “Da dead ones is still ‘ere.” Hazug replied, “Dey didn’t teleport like da others one we’s seen.” “So?” Sophie
asked. “Did ya see dat?” Two Heads exclaimed as he approached Hazug with Batrug close behind, “Boom! Dem flyboys shot ‘em out of da sky and dey did it real quick an’ all. Ya knows dey is real Evil Suns when dey does dat.” And Batrug nodded in agreement. “’Ow many lads did we lose?” Hazug asked. “Nine.” Two Heads told him, “Some of ‘em was ‘it by dem necron zappas wot don’t leave no teeth behind either.” “Well we’s got a bigger problem dan a few missin’ teeth.” Hazug said. “Wot?” Batrug asked, “We smashed dis lot all right. Juts look at all da bits around ‘ere. I’ll be able to make loads of good stuff from dese, I’m sure.” “Dat’s da point.” Hazug replied and both the other orks just stared blankly at him. “Hazug was counting on them teleporting away when you destroyed them.” Sophie said, “That was how he was going to get into their base.” “Yeah,” Hazug added, “and if more of ‘em aint goin’ to be teleportin’ den we may ‘ave to fight our way in through da front door.” “But we don’t know were dat is.” Batrug said. “Nah we don’t.” one of Two Heads responded before the other one added, “But Hazug’ll find it. ‘E always does.” “So where are we going now?” Sophie asked. “Back ‘ome.” Hazug said, “Da boss needs to ‘ear about dis.” “Is dare time to gather up d loot?” Batrug asked, concerned about losing the remains of the destroyed necrons. “Dare’s always time for lootin’.” Two Heads said, then he turned around and addressed his troops, “Ya ‘ear dat lads? Get lootin’!” and there was another cheer. |
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