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The two necron warriors ran through the city. They had signalled for reinforcements, and another squad of warriors located nearby had broadcast its location and confirmed that it was en route to them. It took very little time for the pair to meet up with this squad running the other way; its warriors were arranged into a column with its members in pairs. When the two fleeing warriors reached this squad they joined the column at tits rear and then all of the warriors continued to run towards where Hazug and Ratish had last been seen. The repeated injuries that Hazug had suffered to his leg were beginning to bother him, and even though he was weighed down by the heavy weapon he carried, Ratish was easily able to keep up with his master. “Master hurt bad?” “Don’t worry grot, we is almost dare now, I can see da teleportas ahead.” Ratish looked ahead of him, and he too could make out the glowing light of the active teleporters. This time there were no guards however; the squad that Hazug had lured away had not yet been replaced. However, as the two greenskins drew closer to their method of escape they heard the sound of rapid footfalls from behind them. “More of dem master!” Ratish yelled when he saw the squad of necrons gaining on them. Hazug turned to take a look for himself. The necrons were gaining ground fast, normally he would have been confident that he could outrun them easily with the head start he had, but on this occasion his leg was slowing him down. He considered discarding the warscythe to lighten his load, but he was using it help support him as he ran. “Leg it grot!” Hazug yelled and he spun around and broke into a run, regardless of the pain in his leg. Just as Hazug and Ratish reached the assembly area that held the teleporters the green energy bolts of the necron rifles began to flash past them as the pursuing necrons came into firing range. Ratish dived to the ground. “Get up!” Hazug bellowed, and he dragged Ratish back to his feet, “Just leg it!” Ratish began to run for the nearest teleporter, but he quickly realised that Hazug was not following him. He turned around and saw that the ork had un-slung his rifle and taken aim at the rapidly closing necrons, a rocket was already loaded beneath the main barrel. Hazug pulled both the main and secondary triggers at the same time and sent both a stream of bullets and an explosive missile at their pursuers. Without waiting to assess the effect of his attack, Hazug slung his rifle again and picked up the warscythe. “Quickly master!” Ratish shouted as Hazug began to run again. A moment later he heard to sound of the missile detonating. Another volley of green lightning shot past Hazug’s head as he approached the teleporter, but he continued to run supported by the warscythe. With the teleporter right in front of them, both Hazug and Ratish dived forwards into the pulsing green light. The necrons in pursuit halted when there quarry vanish through the teleport portal. They signalled the departure of the intruders to the complex’s control system, but without a necron intelligence to direct it no orders came back and the warrior squad instead took up the position in the assembly area previously occupied by the squad that Hazug had lured away. In the giant crystal box in the chamber beneath the central spire another drop of liquid metal fell into the glass tube. The level of the liquid in the tube rose so that an electrical connection was made between the two contacts inside and the forcefield within the bomb’s casing shrank rapidly around the gas held within it. The destruction spread across the tomb complex at the speed of light, the heat of the nuclear fusion created in the bomb spread out much faster than the air allowed the shockwave to travel. The central spire and the vital systems it contained were consumed first, metal and stone turned first to liquid then gas as the temperature within rose thousands of degrees in the blink of eye. The air in the cavern turned to fire and both the city and its inhabitants, beings that had long ago given up an organic existence in favour of the metal bodies that their gods had bestowed upon them, were consumed. The destruction was total, structures that had stood undisturbed for millions of years ceased to exist in an instant. The force of the blast found an escape through the hole in the roof of the cavern where Hazug had smashed the crystal that focused the energy of the complex’s primary weapon and through the passageway that lead up to the chamber above it. From there, the nuclear fire vented up through the hole in the desert sands and extended up into the sky while the sand around the hole was turned to glass by the heat. Hazug and Ratish tumbled from the portal mounted at the front of a necron pyramid located near to the breach in the city wall, and as they stood up they found themselves surrounded by thousands of necrons warriors and fighting machines. “Ah crap,” Hazug said as he stood up and saw hoards of the aliens now turning to face them. The necrons suddenly halted, as a brief flash lit up the sky in the direction of the necrons’ underground city, and the army arrayed before the orks suddenly halted. There was a succession of crashes as the pyramid vehicles dropped from the air to the ground and the glow of their teleport portals grew dim. Simultaneously, the glow in the eyes of all of the necrons attacking the city grew dim also, and then they began to fall over. At first just a few, but then more and more of the metal bodied alien soldiers keeled over and lay on the ground unmoving. “Why aint dey vanishin’ master?” Ratish asked as he looked around at the necron bodies littered around the battlefield. “I think dat when da bomb went off we destroyed whatever it was dat let ‘em do it,” Hazug replied, also gazing around the battlefield filled with the remains of the defeated necron army. “Hazug!” came a shout from the breach in the city wall, and Hazug looked up to see warboss Golgoth Zhalrad striding towards them surrounded by an entourage of heavily armed nobs. Behind them Hazug saw Drazzok and Sophie also making their way towards them. Sophie broke into a run and spread her arms out wide to embrace Hazug when she reached him. “I was so worried,” she exclaimed, “I thought you were dead.” “Hazug ya git lover!” Zhalrad shouted, “Ya did it!” then he looked around before adding, “Where’s ya lads got to den?” “Dead,” Hazug replied. “Never mind, dare’s always more lads, right? Now I reckon ya deserve a reward for wot ya’ve done. ‘Ow’s ten teeth sound to ya?” “Cheapskate,” Drazzok commented, but Hazug didn’t bother to say anything. Then the weirdboy walked up to Hazug and slapped him on the back, “I knews ya would do it,” hew said. In the cold depths of space just outside the system, the force of necron spacecraft closing in noted that transmissions from the tomb complex had ceased. With the applications of immense energies they slowed to a speed that was a mere fraction of that of light and waited. Some time later they detected the energy release of a nuclear explosion centred on the tomb as it made its way through space far more slowly than the necrons’ communications. Satisfied that the complex they were being sent to assist no longer existed, the necron ships changed course back towards their home base. They accelerated rapidly to faster than light speeds and left the system.
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