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Da Raiders From Da Shadows Epilogue |
“Come in.” Chief Constable Dariel Thayne said when he saw Sophie standing at his office door. As the head of the human law enforcement body in Git Town he had met Sophie on numerous occasions, but up until now she had always been in the company of Hazug. “Thank you.” Sophie replied and she entered his office and sat down opposite Dariel. “So why has Hazug sent you here today?” he asked, “Normally he comes himself when he wants something.” “Hazug doesn’t
know I’m here,” Sophie replied, an answer that intrigued Dariel, “I’m here
on my own.” “How easy is
it to track down a human in ork service?” she asked him. “I don’t think the person I’m looking for is in this city.” Sophie replied, “I’m not sure where she is.” “She?” “Yes. When the Death Skulls first found me I think there was another girl with me. I want to find her.” “That’s asking a lot.” Dariel said, leaning back in his chair, “Didn’t you say that the Death Skulls you worked for were wiped out? Along with their servants?” “Yes, but I don’t remember her being there at the end. I think we were separated not long after the orks found us. I only remembered her recently.” “That doesn’t help much. The orks aren’t great ones for keeping records of such trades and even if they were I doubt they’d show them to me. We’d need to find someone who worked for the Death Skulls you did at about that time.” “So you can’t help me then?” Sophie said, her face falling. “Maybe. I give it a go but I can’t make any promises and I wouldn’t want to get your hopes up.” “Please try Mister Thayne.” Sophie said, “I have to find her. I think she’s my sister.” Mayleth had determined that the orks were not such ignorant beasts after all; they had planned the perfect torment for her. They would just leave her to die in solitude and darkness. The cage in which she was held immobile had been placed in a cell beneath some large ork structure and she seemed to have just been abandoned here devoid of sensation to eventually die of dehydration. Then she heard the sound of the cell door being unlocked. A trio of large orks entered and approached the cage. Mayleth smiled, anticipating her end was now much closer than she had thought. The orks broke the bolts keeping the cage closed and dragged her from it. Now that she was free of the cage she could move her head enough to see the marks that had been put on her arm after her capture. It was a crude image of a pair of crossed axes. Two of the orks held her arms tightly while the other one produced one of the translation devices the Kabal of the Flame had brought to this world and strapped it to her head. Then he turned around and strode out of the cell. The two orks holding Mayleth dragged her along behind him, out into a dimly lit corridor. As they moved along the corridor Mayleth heard the sound of voices in the distance. They were too far away and too many for the translator to process at this point, but they were getting nearer and louder. Mayleth suddenly found herself being dragged into a massive amphitheatre packed with orks on all sides cheering. In the dirt at her feet there were bits of corpses scattered. So this was it, she thought, a public execution. Across the arena from her she saw a group of four orks. Not as large as the specimens restraining her, they all wielded the crude melee weapons common to the species. Suddenly Mayleth felt the grip on her arms released and the leading ork stepped aside. He threw a blade to the ground at her feet. Not a crude weapon of ork manufacture, but one taken from her fellow dark eldar. All three of the large orks that had brought Mayleth here then retreated back into the corridor behind her and a door was slammed shut. Ahead the group of orks began to advance. Mayleth scooped up the blade. She would not make this easy for them. She rushed forwards towards her would-be executioners as fast as she could. Then, just as they were about to come within reach she vaulted above their heads. Extending her knife arm downwards as she passed over them, slitting the throat of one and he fell to the ground, blood spilling out and soaking into the dirt as he died. The crowd
roared. Mayleth expected this, but she had expected them to howl with
displeasure. Instead they cheered. She howled with delight and in celebration of her new celebrity status she drove her knife blade into the eye of the next ork to come near her. Movement head alerted Cognailer to the presence of gretchin. He killed both of them, snapping the neck of the first and grabbing hold of and bashing the head of the second against a supporting beam in the mine. He was in one of the deeper sections but unlike the gretchin he had just killed he needed no torches to light his way. Instead as Mek Batrug had suggested to Hazug the custom bionics he had installed in his head took care of that, emitting energy beyond what was normally visible and using a special filter to allow him to see what it illuminated. He did not care about the bodies of the two gretchin and left them where they lay as he continued deeper into the mine. Even if they were found no one would care about them, whereas he did not want them telling anyone that he had been down here. TURN LEFT. The words appeared to him as if they floated in the air in front of him. In fact they were a part of the image create by his bionic eye and input into the visual processing part of his brain, placed there by means of a wireless transmission received by his other implants. Cognailer did as the instruction said and followed the passageway that peeled off to the left, one that led even deeper below ground. STOP. DIG HERE. The mekboy set down his back and crouched down on the bare dirt floor of the tunnel. From his belt he took a chisel and began to pick away at the floor. As he loosened the dirt he scraped it away with his bare hands until he saw the glint of metal. Frantically Cognailer pulled dirt from where he dug to reveal more of the metal and the strange, alien symbols that were engraved into it. He turned to his bag and reached inside. “We have found them master. They are still here.” he said as he pulled from his bag the severed metal head of a necron that had a crude ork battery pack attached at its base. |
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