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Waaargh! Hazug! Chapta 23 | |
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Waaargh! Hazug! Chapta 23 |
A
group of orks in the red of the Evil Suns ran to the rows of battlewagons
and roared in anger when they saw the damage that had been inflicted.
Tyres and tracks had been slashed by combat blades while controls or
engine parts had been torn out or bent out shape to jam
them. “Dis
one’s workin’!” an Evil Sun yelled as he started up the engine on one of
the larger battlewagons. But as he shifted it into gear there was a sudden
‘ping!’ as something metal was thrown across the cabin and the ork looked
down just in time to see the grenade roll out from where it had been
hidden, “Aw-“ he began before the grenade exploded, taking the battlewagon
and all of the nearby orks with it. Gorgoga
and his armoured orks jumped down from their truck and formed a single
line, pressing the bulky shields they carried together to form a single
uninterrupted line of metal for protection. “Give
‘em some cover!” Hazug shouted when he saw sparks as bullets bounced off
their shields and he lifted his rifle and fired several short bursts
towards nearby windows where he saw orks firing out at
them. Thuggrim
opened up the small pouch he kept around his neck and removed the bionic
eye he kept inside. Then he lifted the patch from over his empty eye
socket and inserted the bionic one, a humming sound indicating that it was
on line. “What
did he say?” Jarr asked Sophie. “He
wants to know which of you can shoot better.” Sophie
replied. “Oh.”
Jarr said and he reacted by putting a bullet through an ork perched on top
of a nearby building. Thuggrim
frowned and aimed at a second ork in a similar position on a different
building, but when he pulled his trigger he was rewarded with nothing but
a ‘click’. “Dis
might ‘elp.” Hazug said and he reached to Thuggrim’s belt where he kept
the ammunition for his weapon. Then he looked back towards the squiggoths.
The two surviving beasts had ceased their controlled charge towards the
gates and were now heading in a different direction. “Two
Heads!” he yelled towards the battlewagon. “We
can’t just stay ‘ere while dey gets organised.” Hazug said, “Rell’s lads
is takin’ dat buildin’ over dare so dey can ‘old da gate. I wants ya to go
and make sure dat all of da wagons is taken out while I takes Gorgorga’s
lads as well as me own and ‘ead round da other way.” Then he looked
towards Krorden’s two remaining war buggies and waved at them. Krorden
swerved towards Hazug and brought his buggy to halt right in front of
him. “I
wants ya to go with Batrug and ‘is burnaboys.” Hazug told him, “Dese
genestealers ‘as ‘ad dare lads buldin’ somethin’ over da other side of da
camp and I wants to know wot. Take it out if ya can or just make sure dat
anyone protectin’ is gets shot up if ya can’t.” “Well
wotcha all waitin’ for?” Hazug asked as he looked around at his
commandoes, servants and the madboys, “We got genestealers to
find.” As
it happened Runnug already had a sizeable force of orks ready to launch a
counter attack and he marched at the head of a mob of more than a hundred
orks towards the gateway. But such a force made a considerable amount of
noise and Hazug heard its approach before he saw it. “Gorgoga,
we needs a wall right across ‘ere.” He said and Gorgoga
nodded. “Ya
‘ear ‘im lads.” He said, ” Line up and get dem shields in place.” And his
troops promptly began to spread out into a single line again with their
shields forming a wall that blocked off the gap between the buildings to
either side. The
Hazug turned to Drazzok. “Yeah,
I gets it.” Drazzok replied,” We does da fightin’ while ya does da
sneakin’ about. Now get goin’.” Hazug
grinned and turned to leave just as Runnug and the front rank of his force
appeared ahead of them. “Throne!”
Jarr exclaimed, “There must be more than a hundred of them.” “If
you were looking for a fair fight mon’keigh then perhaps we should wait
for them to get reinforcements.” She told him. “Master!
Wait for Ratish!” Ratish shouted before Cuddles began to drag him after
Hazug. Meanwhile
Drazzok, Gorgoga and Thuggrim stared over the shield wall between them and
Runnug’s force as it gathered in front of them, some taking shots at the
orks behind their shields while the rest waited for the order to attack.
In the centre of the line one of the armoured orks was hit, a pistol
bullet passing through the hole set into his shield as a viewport and he
fell backwards. Thuggrim
promptly shoved one of his madboys towards the fallen
ork. “Pick
dat shield dup and plug dat ‘ole.” He ordered and the madboy did as he was
told, pulling the fallen ork’s shield from his arm and holding up in the
gap in the line. Unfortunately he held the shield upside down and so the
hole was located down by his feet while he was rendered unable to see the
mob facing them. “Reckon
ya got it in ya to punch an ‘ole in dat lot?” Gorgoga said to Drazzok and
the weirdboy frowned. “I
aint gettin’ any power from dem.” He said. “Great
one!” Thuggrim exclaimed, “Your time is at hand to save all orkdom as is
ya destiny.” “Destiny?
Wotcha mean ya loony?” Drazzok asked before the madboys lifted him off his
feet and Thuggrim snatched away his staff, “Hey wait!” Drazzok snapped,
“Dis aint-“ but then he was interrupted as Gorgoga tilted his head back
and roared. “Waaargh!”
he bellowed. The
energy blast was poorly aimed at first, the bolts of lightning dancing
across one of the nearby buildings and causing it to burst into flames.
However the madboys were able to twist Drazzok around so that he faced
Runnug’s force and the lightning struck then flowed through their midst,
leaping from ork to ork and there were screams of pain along with the
smell of burnt flesh from those most heavily affected as the skin was
burned off their bodies. “Charge!”
Runnug yelled as he struggled to overcome the pain of the lightning still
coursing across his body and the genestealer controlled orks who had not
been incapacitated or killed by the psychic strike charged towards the
shield wall. “Let
rip!” Gorgoga shouted and his orks held their pistols over their shields
or through the holes in them that allowed the bearer to see through them
and opened fire at the oncoming hoard. “Ya
‘eard dat ‘ardboy nob!” Thuggrim yelled at the madboys, “Let rip!” and the
madboys reached for their weapons. One
of Gorgoga’s troops fired the rocket launcher he was armed with over the
shield wall. The weapon was not designed as an anti-infantry weapon but
its effect was dramatic. The rocket sped towards the charging mob and
struck one of the orks at the front of it. The round punched through the
lightweight armour he wore and embedded itself in his chest before it
exploded. The blast tore the unfortunate ork apart and sent pieces of him
flying in all directions. But he was just one ork and the mob kept on
coming. Rell
burst out onto the roof and made sure to get clear of the door before he
could get in the way of his stormtroopers. With no obvious targets
presenting themselves he headed straight for the edge of the roof, hoping
to get a good look at the state of the battle. Behind him Torris led his
squad out onto the roof. Henner
spun around and fired a short burst before the gretchin could get away,
the laser blasts cooking its organs. “Medicae!”
Henner then shouted as he rushed to Lenard’s side, but as Dern rushed to
join them Lenard suddenly went limp and collapsed. Dern looked around at
Torris and shook his head. “Leave
him for now.” The sergeant ordered, “Secure this
roof.”
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