Da Cybork Menace

Chapta 14

Home Page

About Me

Writing

Warhammer 40,000 Fiction


 Da Cybork Menace

Prologue

Chapta 1

Chapta 2 

Chapta 3 

Chapta 4 

Chapta 5 

Chapta 6 

Chapta 7 

Chapta 8 

Chapta 9 

Chapta 10 

Chapta 11 

Chapta 12 

Chapta 13 

Chapta 14 

Chapta 15 

Chapta 16 

Chapta 17 

Chapta 18 

Chapta 19 

Chapta 20 

Chapta 21 

Chapta 22 

Chapta 23 

Chapta 24 

Epilogue 


Star Wars Fiction

Star Trek Fiction

Other Writing

Warhammer 40k Intro

Galleries

Video

Modelling Projects

Links

The job poles were scattered about the city in clusters located in wide-open spaces that allowed orks to freely move between them. Hazug drove from the weird huts to the nearest cluster. As the vehicle approached the space that held the job poles, Hazug saw that there were already a large number of orks present.

“Everybody out,” Hazug said as he brought the vehicle to a halt, “and everyone keep an eye out for Drazzok.”
”I don’t know what he looks like,” Rhia said as everyone disembarked from Hazug’s truck.

“Tell ‘er someone,” Hazug said.

“Stupid git,” Ratish said, “everyone knows wot weird boys look like.”

“I’ve never seen a weirdboy,” Rhia protested, “how am I supposed to know what one looks like?”
”They’re covered in charms and bells,” Sophie said as the group began to walk from the truck, “and they carry a big metal staff to drain away their power. Plus the other orks will be keeping as far from him as possible, in fact he’ll probably have gretchin around him warning them off.”

“Why would they want to stay away from him?” Rhia asked.

“It’s got something to do with the way they get their power,” Sophie told her, “they collect it from other orks and if they loose control of it they can explode.”
”Explode? Have you every seen that happen?”

“No,” Sophie admitted, “but I think Hazug may have.”
”Course ‘e ‘as,” Ratish said, “master ‘as seen everythin’ dare is to see. Ratish is right isn’t ‘e master.”
”Well I ‘ave seen a weirdo explode once, but dat was a long time ago,” Hazug replied.

“What’s going on over there?” Sophie suddenly asked, pointing towards a tightly packed group of orks to the side of the job poles.

“Dat aint normal,” Hazug replied, “just like it aint normal for a weirdboy to be ‘ere, so I reckon it could ‘ave somethin’ to do with Drazzok.”

“But why would orks cluster around a weirdboy if what you’ve told me is true?” Rhia asked.

“She called ya a liar master!” Ratish yelled.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Rhia protested.

“Quiet da pair of ya,” Hazug said, “and ya can all get back to da trukk and wait while I go check dis out. Ya will all probably be squashed if ya go into dat lot,” and with that Hazug left his servants where they stood and walked in the direction of the tight huddle of orks.

Reaching the crowd, Hazug began to push his way towards the centre. Some of the orks making up the crowd took offence at this, but when they saw that Hazug was by far the largest ork present, they opted not to challenge his authority, bigger was better after all.

As he got nearer to the centre of the crowd, Hazug saw that it had indeed formed around his old acquaintance Drazzok. The weirdboy was sat at a small flimsy looking table with another ork sat opposite him. Hazug watched as Drazzok dropped a handful of small bones onto the table and then stared at them.

“Well?” the ork sat opposite him,” Wot d’ya see?”

“I sees…,” Drazzok replied,” I sees…, I sees ya gettin’ ‘it around da ‘ead.”

“Wot crap,” the ork replied,” gives back me tooth.”

There was a ‘crack’ as Drazzok swung his staff at the other ork and struck him on his head, causing him to fall form his chair, clutching at a bloody gash above his eye.

“Core blimey!” the ork exclaimed as he dragged himself back to his feet, blood still pouring form the wound Drazzok had inflicted,” ‘Ow did ya know dat was goin’ to ‘appen?”

There were murmurs from the assembled crowd expressing amazement that Drazzok seemed able to predict the future with amazing clarity.

“’E’s great,” an beside Hazug told him, “’e predicted dat Loffag would get a limp, and it ‘appened!”

“’E didn’t kick ‘im in da shin by any chance did ‘e?” Hazug asked.

“Yeah,” the ork replied,” but ‘ow did ‘e know dat is was goin’ to ‘appen before ‘e did it?”

Hazug ignored the ork and continued to push his way towards Drazzok, when he got to the front of the crowd the ork sat opposite the weirdboy had his hand over his eye where Drazzok had just jabbed his finger.

“Next!” Drazzok shouted as the ork got up, still rubbing his eye.

“I’m next,” Hazug stated as another ork began to move towards the table, and he pushed him back into the crowd.

“Hazug!” Drazzok exclaimed, “’As da boss fired ya or somethin’?”

“Nah, I is still working’ for Kromag.”
Den why is ya at da job poles?”

“I came ‘ere lookin’ for ya,” Hazug answered, “I got a job for ya, dare’s three teeth in it for ya.”

“I make more dan dat tellin’ da future.”

“It’s for da boss,” Hazug explained, knowing that no one turned down a job for Warboss Kromag if they knew what was good for them.

“Alright den,” Drazzok said, getting up form his table, “let’s get it over with.”

There was a collective groan form the crowd.

“Ya can’t take ‘im!” an ork shouted after making sure that Hazug was not looking in his direction, and following this ork’s example, more of the crowd began to protest at Drazzok’s removal.

“I’ll get rid of ‘em for an extra tooth,” Drazzok whispered to Hazug.

“Fine, do it,” Hazug replied and Drazzok promptly slapped his hand to his forehead.

“Oo me ‘ead ‘urts!” he yelled.
”’E’s gonna blow!” an ork in the crowd shouted, and fearing an explosion the orks surrounding Drazzok and Hazug ran for cover.

“Easy when ya knows ‘ow,” Drazzok said,” no give us an ‘and with dis stuff,” he added, indicating the table and chairs.

Picking up the lightweight furniture, Hazug then led Drazzok back towards his truck when his servants all waited for them. Drazzok halted when he saw Rhia.

“Another one? Is ya collectin’ gits now Hazug?” he exclaimed.

“I got a bigger ‘ome dat needs cleanin’, and she turned up lookin’ for work,” Hazug answered as he tossed the furniture into the back of the truck.

“Get in da back grot,” Drazzok said as he clambered into the front of the truck next to the driver’s seat, and Ratish had to scramble out of the way before the ork sat on him.

“Ya is getting’ soft Drazzok,” Hazug said as he too got into the truck, “time was ya would ‘ave sat on ‘im for da ‘ell of it.”

“Soft! Bah!” Drazzok retorted, “I just didn’t want to ‘ave to pay ya back for a squashed grot.”

 

“So,” Drazzok said as he sat down at Hazug’s kitchen table,” wot’s dis job, and wot’s an ork got to do to get fed around ‘ere?”

Hazug signalled to Rhia and Sophie to get them some food, and the two young women began to prepare a meal while the orks talked.

“I needs to find someone wot doesn’t want me to find ‘em,” Hazug explained to Drazzok, “I reckon dat ‘e’s somewhere in ad city, but ‘e’ll be keepin’ out of sight. Can ya do it?”

“Wot find someone? Easy, but I’ll need somethin’ wot belongs to ‘em, somethin’ dat dey kept close for a long time preferably.”

Hazug grinned and reaching into a pouch he produced a short blade of the sort used by painboys to slice open an ork without deliberately killing them.

“Will dis do?” Hazug asked, setting the blade down on the table.

“Aye, dat’ll do nicely,” Drazzok said, taking the blade, “now I’ll need a bit of string an all.”

“Ratish,” Hazug said,” string, now.”

Ratish went to a drawer and returned with a ball of rough string that he deposited on the table in front of Hazug. Drazzok reached out and took the string before using the small blade to cut off a piece the length of his forearm which he then tied around the end of the blade’s handle. Then Drazzok gripped the blade by pressing his hands flat together with it pressed between them. He closed his eyes tightly, and sat in silence.

“Done it!” he announced suddenly.

“Done wot?” Hazug asked.

“Dis,” Drazzok replied, and he held up the blade by the piece of string he had tied to the handle.

Hazug was amazed to see the blade not hang straight down as it should have done, but instead rise up so that it hovered horizontally.

“Da blade points da way,” Drazzok announced, then added, “ah good, grub,” as a plate of food was placed in front of him by Rhia.

Drazzok put the blade down on the table and began to eat. While he did this Hazug picked up the blade by the string, but rather than pointing horizontally, the blade just hung downwards from it’s string.

“It’s bust already,” Hazug said, “dis aint no good.”

Drazzok sighed.

“Give it ‘ere,” he said and he snatched the blade away from Hazug. Immediately the blade leapt into a horizontal position again and spun to point in the same direction as it had done when Drazzok last held it.

“See, it works just fine,” Drazzok said, “its just dat it only points da way when I is ‘oldin’ onto it. Ya can’t use it cos ya brain aint sufficiently…, sufficiently..”

While Drazzok tried to think of the word he wanted Sophie made a suggestion.

“Unhinged?” she said in Gothic so that Drazzok could not understand her. Hazug smirked.

“If I ever finds out wot ya just said,” Drazzok told Sophie, “and I don’t likes it, den I is goin’ to give ya a damn good kickin’,” then he turned toHazug and said, “Us Snake Bites ‘as a sayin’. It goes ‘gits should be seen and shot.’”

“Dey ‘ave dare uses,” Hazug replied before returning to the subject of the psychically attuned blade, “So if I gets wot ya is sayin’, den ya will ‘ave to come with us so dat da blade can keep pointin’ da way.”

“Dat’s right,” Drazzok said between mouthfuls.

“Den we best get goin’,” Hazug said, standing up before looking in the direction of his servants, ”and I reckon dat ya ‘ad all better carry a shoota each.”
”’Ang on a mo,” Drazzok said, putting the blade down, “wot’s with givin’ da gits shootas? Who is we lookin’ for exactly?”

“A bad dok by the name of Gutstitch,” Hazug answered, “we reckon ’e’s buildin’ ‘imself an army by puttin’ squig brains in dead lads so dat dey do wotever ‘e tells ‘em to. Dey is well ‘ard.”

“So dare’s likely to be some killin’ den is dare?”

“Definitely.”

“Oh good, cause I was getting’ sick of fortune tellin’.”

 

With the means to locate Dok Gutstitch now at hand Hazug returned to the palace of Warboss Kromag. Finding the renegade painboy was one thing, but Hazug knew that he didn’t have the ability to deal with him and his zombie cybork army with nothing but a weirdboy, gretchin and a pair of small humans as his backup. He needed to hire some more help, and it seemed only fair that the warboss was the one to pay.

“Fifty?” Warboss Kromag said in amazement, “Wot da bleedin’ ‘ell do ya need fifty teeth for?”

“I needs to ‘ire some ‘elp,” Hazug explained, “and I needs lads wot ‘ave big guns and wagons if I is to take out all dem cyborks.”

Warboss Kromag waved one of his servants forwards, the human advanced holding a wooden box that he opened as he drew close to the warboss. Kromag leaned over and began to remove teeth from the box, his lips moving as he counted them silently.

“’Ere’s ten,” he said, holding up a fistful of teeth, “dat should be enough for dat Evil Sun with da spare ‘ead, and I’ll send Maggort with ya an’ all. When ya finds da bad dok ya just ‘as to keep da bugger from getting’ away. Send me a grot and I’ll come finish ‘im off, after all I is da boss. Right?”

“Right boss,” Hazug answered as he took the money, then he looked around the room until he caught sight of Maggort making his way to the front of the assembled group of nobs and oddboy special advisers.

 

Two Heads Smasha Butt Face took the five teeth Hazug offered him eagerly.

“Mount up lads!” one of him yelled, before the other added, “Let’s roll!”

While Two Heads’ mob began to dash about the garage, gathering up weapons and supplies, Two Heads himself turned back to Hazug.

“So wot’s da job anyways?” one asked while the other nodded in anticipation.

“It’s dat bad dok again,” Hazug told him, ”I reckon dat ‘e’s ‘ere in da city and Drazzok’s come up with a way for us to track ‘im. I’ll lead da way with Drazzok in me trukk, and ya can follow behind me with Maggort’s lot in dare wagon an all,” and he pointed back over his shoulder to the Maggorts black painted battlewagon that was parked behind his own vehicle across the street.

“Gotcha,” Two Heads said, and with that he followed his mob onboard his battlewagon. Then the heavily armoured vehicle shuddered as its engine was started. Hazug grinned and returned to his truck.

“Is we goin’ now?” Drazzok asked him as he clambered back into the driver’s seat.

“We is,” Hazug answered him, “point da way Drazzok.”

While Hazug started up the truck’s engine, Drazzok held up the blade on its string and waited for it to settle.

“Datta way,” the weirdboy said, pointing his free hand in the same direction as the blade.

“Right,” Hazug said and he put his foot down on the accelerator.

Almost immediately there was the sound of shouting from behind the truck as both Gorrid driving Two Heads’ battlewagon, and the driver of Maggort’s vehicle tried to be the next one in line.

“Let ‘em sort it out between ‘em,” Hazug said to no one in particular, “dey’ll be just fine.”

Driving at the typical orkish pace of as fast as possible proved problematic. Ork road surfaces were poorly maintained at the best of times, and added to that, the ramshackle construction of Hazug’s truck made for a bumpy ride.

“Which way is it pointin’ now?” Hazug shouted over the sound of his engine.

“If ya could keep da trukk still for a mo, I’d tell ya,” Drazzok yelled back at him.

Hazug braked, and the occupants of the truck grabbed on as it slowed to a rapid halt. The pair of battlewagons following close behind also braked sharply as they noticed Hazug decelerate.

“Are we dare yet?” Maggort shouted from a cupola on his battlewagon.

“Not yet,” Hazug replied before he turned to Drazzok, “So can ya tell me da way now?” he asked.

The blade settled, pointing diagonally ahead of the truck.

“Keep goin’,” Drazzok told Hazug, “but try and keep it steady will ya?”

Hazug started his truck moving again, but this time, much to the surprise of his passengers he did so gently, doing his best to avoid causing the vehicle to lurch around. The battlewagons followed them once more, also keeping their speed low to match Hazug’s.

“Get a bleedin' move on!” both of Two Heads shouted from his vehicle, “We wants speed!”

“Ignore ‘im, if ya go any faster ya will just wind up ‘avin’ to stop for directions again.”

Without saying anything, Hazug followed Drazzok’s advice and continued to drive at a slow crawl with the larger battlewagons behind him. Fats moving vehicles were a fact of life in the ork city, so the sight of the slow moving convoy was unusual enough to attract the attention of the greenskins present. Both ork and gretchin stopped whatever they were doing to stare at the bizarre column of fighting vehicles making their way slowly through the streets.

“Try putting’ it in gear ya old fart!” an ork shouted at Hazug as he ran alongside his truck, just to prove to his friends that he could.

Hazug sat up straight in his seat, and the running ork suddenly realised that Hazug was much larger than he was. His mouth fell open as he stared at Hazug, but he kept on running. With one swift motion, Hazug reached out his arm and slapped the ork around his head, knocking him to the ground. There was laughter from the ork’s friends as he picked himself up.

“Learn some bleedin’’ manners!” Hazug shouted back at the ork as he picked himself up. Just as the ork got back to his feet the next vehicle in the convoy, Two Heads’ battlewagon, drove past him and Two Heads hurled an empty food can at him.

“Ow!” the ork cried out as the can struck him, causing his friends to laugh once more. Next came Maggort’s vehicle, and the mob of Goffs was hanging out of its side. As they drove past the ork they jeered at him and waved their arms towards him in an attempt to hit him as well, but much to their disappointment he was just out of reach.

 

The convoy wove its way slowly through the city, Hazug doing his utmost to keep the blade pointing straight ahead of his vehicle. When the convoy entered one of the areas of the city populated primarily by mekboys the blade began to move more rapidly.

“Looks like we is getting’ closer,” Drazzok said, “da direction is changin’ quicker.”

“Either dat or ‘e’s not stayin’ put,” Hazug answered, and he brought the truck to a halt once more and looked at the blade.

Hovering on the end of the piece of string, the small tool remained steady, pointing ahead of the truck.

“Good, ’e aint movin’,” Hazug said, then he set the truck in motion once more.

As Hazug drove past one mekboy’s workshop after another, he kept the speed of the truck as low as he had for most of the journey, periodically glancing between the road and the blade that Drazzok held up. Suddenly the blade turned to face first along side the truck, then behind it and Hazug braked. He looked around and saw a large open topped tracked vehicle parked outside a large workshop across the street.

“Dis is it!” he exclaimed, and he jumped down form the truck and ran towards the battlewagons following him. Reaching Two Heads’ battlewagon, Hazug saw that the Evil Sun was still sticking his heads out of the top of his vehicle.

“We’re ‘ere,” Hazug said,” get ya lads out and keep it quiet.”

Two Heads both nodded and he ducked back down into the battlewagon as Hazug ran on to Maggort’s vehicle behind it.

 Copyright Notice

The Warhammer 40,000 universe is the intellectual property of Games Workshop Ltd. The fiction presented here is a derived work. It is completely unofficial and Games Workshop Ltd has not endorsed any of it.

Background image miniature design copyright Games Workshop Ltd

This Web Page Created with PageBreeze Free HTML Editor