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Epilogue |
Hazug took another look around at the bodies of orks as parts of the city continued to burn. There was a roaring from overhead as a flight of bright red ground attack aircraft flew over. The flak batteries meant to protect the city from them were all burning wrecks, on the orders of warboss Kazkal Kromag, Hazug had landed ahead of the main invasion force and planted explosive charges next to them all without being seen. Then when he heard the sound of the aircraft approaching he had used a wireless transmission device to trigger them all simultaneously. By the time warboss Kromag himself had arrived with the main force by sea fires were burning across the city. He loaded a fresh magazine into his rifle, even though it appeared that apart from some final mopping up the fighting was now over. He had left the necron warscythe at home. Whatever power source the alien weapon used had failed when the bomb destroyed their underground city and mek Batrug had not yet been able to produce a replacement for it. When Hazug had returned home the first thing he did was to inform warboss Kromag about the force of stompas that Golgoth Zhalrad had been assembling in secret. Warboss Kromag gave Zhalrad some time to repair some of the damage inflicted on the stompas during the battle with the necron army, though not enough time to enable him to get a large number of them fully functional again, before he launched the attack to remind Zhalrad who was the biggest boss on the planet, as well as to take control of the stompas. Warboss Kromag approached Hazug with a grin on his face. “Hazug!” he shouted as he placed an arm around Hazug’ shoulder, “Ya may be a lousy git lover who smashed up me front door, but I couldn’t ‘ave done dis without ya. Me lads ‘ave got ‘old of all da stompas, more dan thirty of ‘em give or take. Not all workin’ of course, but we’ll soon sort dat out. So I reckon dat we’re even now. Wot d’ya think about dat?” Hazug said nothing. “Aye mate,” Kromag said, “I killed Zhalrad me self, cut ‘is ‘ead off and chucked it somewhere. I’m puttin’ Grobba in charge ‘ere now. D’ya know Grobba?” “’E’s a goth aint ‘e?” “Aye, ‘e’s a goth alright. I aint trustin’ another evil sun with this place. Now come on, dare’s a lot of beer needs drinkin’ tonight.” As Hazug and warboss Kromag wandered away to get something to drink, another ork watched them from the shadows, meanwhile a gretchin scampered around at this ork’s feet examining the bodies. “Will dis one do master?” the gretchin asked, standing on top of one of the ork corpses, “Its still one in one bit, and dare aint dat many ‘oles in it.” “It’ll do,” the ork replied, “they’ll all do for wot I wants to do with ‘em. Now get ‘em loaded on da boat so we can get started.”
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