Da Portal of Darkness

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The rifle butt slammed into him between his shoulder blades and he dropped to all fours. Around him well-armed men looked down upon him. Many of the men were on foot, while half a dozen others in finer clothing sat on horseback.

“He doesn’t look like he’ll be much sport at all,” one of the men on horseback stated with a sneer on his face, “not like the usual specimens your men obtain for us.”

“Today isn’t just about sport gentlemen,” Governor Venris Highbalt said, “Toris here may be a lowly scribe, but he has certain beliefs that must be corrected.”
”Beliefs such as what?” a second horseman asked.

“He’s been comparing the output of our mines with what we export and declare to the Administration, and he believes that the numbers don’t add up properly.”

“So he thinks that you’re diverting some of the output elsewhere then?” the second horseman added.

“I know he is,” Toris gasped, “and I know who you’re sending the rest to as well. Ugh!” and he was silenced another blow from a rifle butt which caused him to fall flat on the ground.

“You see,” Governor Highbalt said, “He thinks that what I’m doing is somehow wrong.”

“Its treason,” Toris was able to get out before the guard nearest him kicked him while he lay on the ground and he doubled up in pain, clutching at his stomach.

“Looks like your men will finish him off before we get any sport from him at all,” a third horseman said.

“Yes, do please be careful,” Governor Highbalt told the guards, “scribes tend to break easily,” then he looked at the other horsemen again, “So gentlemen, today we will remind this scribe that I own this world and everything, and everyone, on it.”

The sound of an engine cut the governor short, and he and his guests all turned in the direction of the sound to see a ground car approaching at speed, mud and stones being kicked up by its tyres. The vehicle braked sharply and one of the horsemen struggled to keep his mount steady. The driver’s side door of the car opened and a man in a uniform of a junior officer in the Planetary Defence Force leapt out.

“Your excellency!” he shouted as he ran towards the governor’s horse, “We’re under attack!”

“Attack?” the Governor replied, “Preposterous!”

“It’s true your excellency,” the officer said, halting immediately in front of the governor and saluting him, “Its orks, dozens of capital ships plus at least thirty escorts heading for us.”

“What about our defence ships?” one of the horsemen asked, a slight trace of evident panic in his voice while the others looked at one another concerned.

“Gone sir,” the officer replied, “the ork ships blasted them apart, and our orbital facilities are close to being overwhelmed as well, there are just too many orks for them to handle. General Weiss expects the greenskins to begin an invasion at any time. He sent me to get the governor to his shelter while he mobilises the defence force.”

“Yes, of course, my shelter. I should go there now,” Governor Highbalt said, and he climbed down from his horse. As his feet landed on the ground the sky overhead turned dark.

“What’s happening?” a horseman cried out as there was a sound like thunder from high above.

“They’re here,” the officer said, and everyone present looked up to see the massive fiery bulk of an asteroid adorned with the crude constructs of greenskins as it shot across the sky.

“The capital! It heading for the capital!” one of the guards shouted out, and as everyone watched jets of flame shot from the front of the ork vessel as it flew and it began to loose speed as it disappeared over the horizon. Everyone watched, waiting for the impact, and they were rewarded with a flash, followed by a dull boom as the massive ork vessel made its landing.

“Your Excellency, we have to go!” the officer said, climbing back into his vehicles.
”Yes I’m coming,” Governor Highbalt said as he ran towards the vehicle himself. When he reached it he turned around and looked at Toris, “Somebody kill him will you,” he said, and as he got into the car a single shot rang out.

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