Da Cybork Menace

Chapta 19

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Sat at Hazug’s kitchen table, Two Heads and Kaglort ate while they listened to the sounds of Hazug searching through the room containing all of his unpacked possessions. Following the random bumps and crashes there was the rapid pounding of feet as he rushed downstairs and into the kitchen holding one of his maps.

“Budge up,” Hazug said, rolling the map out on the table.

The map showed a large area of the continent they were on and clearly indicated their city.

“Now show us where dese sheds was,” Hazug said to Kaglort, and with his mouth still full of food the ork pilot pointed to a location on the coast.

“’Ere,” he said as best he could, and Hazug produced a piece of charcoal and marked the location with a small circle.

“Now we is ‘ere,” Hazug then said, indicating the city that was already marked on the map along with glyphs representing Warboss Kromag, “so if Gutstitch ‘as some boats den ‘e can come along da coast,” and he drew a line from the circle along the coastline in the direction of the city, “and den ‘e can come up dis river wot our own boats use to ‘ere,” and he continued the line up the river, stopping when he reached the symbol of the city.

“But wot’s da point?” Kaglort asked, “It didn’t look like ‘e ‘ad enough lads to take over da entire city to me.”

“’E doesn’t need ‘em,” Hazug replied, “’e’s gamblin’ on da boss not bein’ ‘ere, so dare’s no one dat can order all da lads in da city to fight ‘im. All ‘e needs to do is take over da palace and den tell everyone dat ‘e’s da new boss. Den ‘e can get ‘is cyborks to bash a few nobs before Kazkal gets back and ‘e’ll convince enough others to follow ‘is orders instead of da boss’s.”

“So when da real boss gets back,” one of Two Heads said while the other chewed, “Gutstitch can get our own lads to fight ‘im.”

“Dat’s right,” Hazug said.

“So wot do we do?” Two Heads asked.

“We’ll ‘ave to fight ‘im ourselves,” Hazug answered, “dare aint no one else to do it.”

“With wot?” one of Two Heads said as the other just snorted, “Me wagon’s still bust, and I only got seven lads left after dat scrap with da kans. Da other nobs aint goin’ to join in on our say so, and by da time dey decide to do somethin’ Gutstitch will already ‘ave da palace.”

“Dare’s still a few of Maggort’s lads left,” Hazug replied, “I reckon dey’ll want some payback after fightin’ da kans. All we ‘as to do is find ‘em.”

“Dat still leaves us with…” one of Two Heads began before pausing to add up the number of orks Hazug was discussing. “Less than twenty,” the other added, “and dat aint enough to defend an entire city.”

“I know dat,” Hazug said, “but we don’t need to defend da entire city from Gutstitch’s cyborks.”

“Why not?” Kaglort interrupted.

“Because dare’s a couple of places where we know ‘e’s got to be. First ‘e’s got to get all ‘is cyborks and kans off ‘is boats, which means dat ‘e’s got to land at da docks, and den ‘e’s got to go to Kazkal’s palace. So we can wait for ‘im by da docks, and den move to da palace if we can’t stop ‘im dare.”

“But ‘ow is ya goin’ to take out all dem lads?” Kaglort asked, “Dare was loads of ‘em.”

“Easy,” Hazug replied, “we sink da boats before da lads can get off ‘em.”

“Ow ya goin’ to do dat?” Kaglort exclaimed.

“I know wot ya is thinkin’” one of Two Heads responded while the other grinned, “We is goin’ to use dem rokkits we found in git town aint we?”

“Got a better idea?” Hazug answered, Two Heads shook his heads.

“Right den,” Hazug said, rolling up the map, “we’ll gather up as many others as we can and meet up at da docks. Two Heads, ya ‘ad best send ya lads dare right now with da rokkits and tell ‘em dat if Gutstitch turns up before us dey is to let ‘im ‘ave it.”

 

Concerned about how long it would be before Dok Gutstitch arrived with his force, Hazug had the orks split up following the impromptu meeting in his kitchen. Kaglort returned to the airbase to see if their were any pilots interested in joining the fight, while Two Heads returned home with his troops to fetch their share of the missile launchers seized days earlier. It was agreed that Two Heads would order his orks to the docks under Gorrid’s command while he went to seek out what remained of Maggort’s orks.

Hazug himself headed for the mek workshops again, taking with him his servants, some of his share of the missile launchers and an extra lasgun.

“Why are we bringing all these?” Rhia asked him about the human made weapons they were loading into his truck, “Do you think it a good idea to waste so many?”

“Dey aint bein’ wasted,” Hazug replied, “we need da rokkits to take out da kans, and I reckon dat I can get some more ‘elp from Batrug if I give ‘im one of dese zapppas.”

“Yeah so stop just standin’ about and ‘elp loadin’ ‘em git,” Ratish added.

 

Mek Batrug stood in the doorway of his workshop, holding the human weapon in his hands.

“Well it aint as good as a proper ork shoota,” he said, “but I’ll ‘elp ya out in exchange for one of ‘em. Dey’ve got batteries right?”

“Dat’s right,” Hazug told the mekboy, “dare’s four batteries for each of ‘em. Ya can ‘ave the full four. Now wot about da wagon?” and he nodded in the direction of Two Heads damaged battlewagon that still sat opposite Batrug’s new workshop.

“I aint looked at it yet,” Batrug admitted, “I ‘as been too busy fixin’ up me workshop after ya put dat big ‘ole in it today,” and he pointed at the place where the mega dreadnought had burst through the wall earlier on in the day, “and dare aint no way dat I can get it runnin’ in anythin’ less dan a couple of days.”

“Fair enough,” Hazug said, disappointed, but not entirely surprised given the extent of the damage inflicted on the vehicle, “Wot else ya got den?”

“I just got wot I’ve found in ‘ere. I ‘ad loads of stuff in me old place, but its all been bust up,” Batrug replied, then his ears suddenly twitched as he remembered something else, “Dare’s always Gutstitch’s big trukk,” he added, “it was just left outside and I took it around dat back. I reckon dat I can shove a big gun or two on it.”

“’Ow long will it take?”

“I’ll ‘ave it done tonight.”

“Do it, den meet us at da docks,” Hazug told him before returning to his truck and driving away.

“This isn’t the way to the docks,” Sophie commented then added, “Wait a minute, we’re heading towards the weird huts!”

 

Though not exactly thrilled at being disturbed just as he was going to bed, Drazzok readily agreed to help out against Dok Gutstitch when Hazug pressed a pair of teeth into his outstretched hand. From there, Hazug drove directly to the docks by the river. They arrived just after Two Heads had joined his own troops with the survivors of Maggort’s orks, though there was not yet any sign of Kaglort arriving.

The docks were quiet at this time of night, only a handful of orks remained to stand guard over the watercraft of various sizes from tiny row boats to large ocean going vessels were on the scene, and they eyed Hazug and the other heavily armed orks with suspicion, and attempts to get them to join the fight that they expected were unsuccessful, the guards being unwilling to leave their boats. The best Hazug could get was a promise that they would join in if they could do so while still aboard them. The majority of the greenskins at the docks were, as at any time, gretchin. The orks smaller cousins carried out much of the manual labour during the day, except for operating the various cranes that predated the ork invasion which were still run by humans, and when the docks shut down each evening many of them stayed to rummage through whatever was discarded during the day in case there was anything among it that was useful to them.

“Dey’ll come from dat way,” Hazug said, pointing downriver as the orks stood with Hazug and his servants at the end of the closest empty pier, “we needs to be as far as possible down dare. Dat way Gutstitch’ll ‘ave to come past us before ‘e can unload ‘is cyborks. We all find somewhere to ‘ide and shoot rokkits at ‘is boats when dey turn up.”

Now with a plan to carry out, the motley warband made its way down river until they reached a loading area at the very end of the docks.

“Dis is perfect,” Hazug said as he looked around. The loading area was littered with empty crates of various sizes, and under the direction of Two Heads the warband arranged them to provide places from which they could not only fire on passing boats, but also defend against any cyborks or dreadnoughts that made it ashore while Hazug went to retrieve his truck. Then, with their defences in place, the warband took cover behind them and readied their weapons.

Taking up a position behind the defensive barricade closest to where Dok Gutstitch was expected to approach from, Hazug removed an alien device from a pouch on his belt. Anyone who knew Hazug would have seen the device often, he had first come into possession of it when he had investigated the death of an ork killed by tau warriors in the old human capital city, it was an advanced camera that Hazug had discovered had several uses, one of which was the ability to see in the dark without hindrance.

“I’ll keep watch for ‘em,” he said loudly so that the entire warband could hear him, “and I’ll tell ya all when they is comin’. When I do, I wants ya to shoot ya rokkits at da boats. Goddit?”

The warband indicated that they understood, and Hazug lifted the alien optical device to his eye and began to stare down the river.

“I still think this is a bad idea,” Rhia whispered to Sophie in Gothic as they readied the lasguns Hazug had given them for the battle he expected, “Hazug shouldn’t be using so many of those missiles in one go. They’re irreplaceable.”

“Hazug knows what he’s doing,” Sophie responded, “You should trust him to take care of these things.”

Suddenly both Rhia and Sophie cried out as Drazzok slapped them both.

“Stop talkin’ dat git talk,” he said, “if ya got somethin’ to say, den say it proper.”

Then there were more voices, coming from behind the warband.

“Hazug? Two Heads?” Kaglort’s voice called out in the darkness, “Is ya ‘ere? I brung some extra lads to ‘elp out.”

“Over ‘ere!” Two Heads shouted, “Get behind da boxes and wait for Hazug to tell ya when to shoot.”

The newly arrived orks split up and joined the others behind the barricades just as there was the sound of engines coming from down the river.

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