Waaargh! Hazug!

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 Waaargh! Hazug!

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Rell, Jarr and Cubrim walked onto the bridge of Saval’s starship. In here almost a hundred crewmen plus roughly that number again in half-human cyborg servitors worked to operate the five kilometre long ship’s flight systems.
”Ah there you are, just in time.” Saval said, looking down from the command pulpit where he sat in a large throne-like chair and specifically omitting to use Rell’s rank. There were things that most citizens of the Imperium did not need to known and the identities of inquisitors was one of them, “We can leave whenever you like.”

“Then I suggest we waste no time.” Rell replied as he climbed the stairs to the pulpit.

“Helm!” Saval yelled, “Disengage from the station and begin acceleration to the transit point.”
”Yes my lord.” The chief helmsman responded before he began to bark instructions at his subordinates.

“It will likely take us about eight hours to reach the transit point.” Saval said to Rell, “Then it’s all up to my navigator.”

“Excellent.” Rell said, “Has the station attempted to contact me since I came aboard by any chance?”

“Vox! Have there been any messages for our guest?” Saval called out.

“No my lord.” The senior communications officer answered, “Shall I check with station control?” and Saval glanced at Rell.

“No.” the inquisitor said, “In fact I’d like all further transmissions between here and the station blocked other than essential messages sent from the bridge only.”
”Of course.” Saval replied with a nod, “Vox! Secure all outbound transmissions.”

“Yes my lord.”

In the command centre of the space station several of the inquisitors that had been present at the meeting with Rell watched as the signals from Saval’s ship ceased abruptly when the ship was just a few thousand kilometres away.
”So he’s done it.” The female inquisitor said, “He’s ignored our decision.”

“Officially we have no authority to prevent him from going.” Another commented.

“Maybe not.” A third added, “But he came to us seeking our support. When we refused him he should have respected that.”

“He must be stopped.” Another voice said and the inquisitors all looked in the direction of the figure whose appearance was masked by holographic camouflage.

“How?” the female inquisitor asked, “We could have acted while he was still aboard the station but now his ship has left and destroying it here will bring too much attention.”

“We will send a team after him to Crasus Minor.” The concealed figure answered, “There he can be dealt with far from prying eyes.”

“But who can we send into a system containing millions of orks?” one of the other inquisitors asked.

“I will send for Captain Claudius.” The concealed figure replied, “The Death Watch will handle this for us.”

 

Gharrit and Graffgan peered out of the forest at the human occupied farm.

“Dare.” Gharrit said, pointing to where one of the human farm workers emerged from the main house and headed towards the barn. From behind the two orks one of the hooded figures stepped forwards and growled.

“Nah.” Graffgan said, “Dey is just gits. Dey is worthless.” And then the warband retreated back into the forest.

 

It seemed odd to Hazug to be starting a journey in the battlewagon with so few orks inside it. Designed for a crew of four plus up to twenty passengers it was normally crowded. There had been occasions when the number of occupants had fallen due to battlefield casualties, but that would occur at a later stage of a trip than this was. In keeping with Evil Suns tradition the battlewagon was painted red. Not only did was this the favoured colour of Two Heads’ clan, but it was also a well-established fact that red ones went faster. Two Heads himself drove the battlewagon, though it was somewhat of a squeeze for him to fit into the driver’s seat that was designed for a typically sized ork rather than a larger nob. Hazug stood just behind him, holding on to one of the many places where something stuck out from the hull to provide an unofficial handhold. Meanwhile both Drazzok and Ratish sat in the passenger compartment to the rear of the vehicle, Drazzok stuffing handfuls of food into his mouth from the pack Hazug had brought along while Ratish hung onto Cuddles’ leash to stop the squig from trying to take any of the food for himself.

“Okay dis is about where Kobar said dat ‘e found me lads.” Hazug said and then he smiled as he realised that once again he had orks of his own clan to command.
”So ‘ow d’ya want to ‘andle dis den?” Two Heads asked as he slowed the battlewagon.

From the rear of the vehicle Drazzok felt it decelerate.

“Is we dare yet?” he called out.
”Almost.” Hazug replied.

“Good, cause we is outta grub.” And he held the pack up and shook out the last few crumbs onto the floor.

Hazug looked at a map of the area and then peered out through the vision slit in front of Two Heads.
”Dat way.” He said, pointing, ”Dare’s a farm over dare wot could be a target for any wildboys about.”
”Goddit.” Two Heads said and then the other added, “’Ang on.” Just as he turned the battlewagon sharply to take it towards the farm and he accelerated again.

Hazug held onto his handhold tightly as Two Heads took the battlewagon over the crest of a hill fast enough for the heavily armoured vehicle to take off briefly and then come back down to the ground with a sudden lurch that prompted a startled squeal from Ratish and a roar from Drazzok.
”Wotcha playin’ at?” he demanded as he made his way towards the front of the battlewagon.

“Getting’ us to da farm.” Hazug replied as a cluster of human built structures came into view ahead of the battlewagon through the vision slit.

Drazzok snorted.

“So dese gits is supposed to be able to tell us whether dey’ve seen any wildboys about den is dey?” he asked.
”Dat’s da plan.” Hazug replied, “Den if dey ‘as we go ‘untin’ for ‘em and ya can tell us if we is near.”

“Well dare’s one of ‘em right dare to ask right now.” Two Heads said as he saw a figure close to the farmhouse.

Hazug looked for himself and he noticed that it was a relatively small example of the human species. Then it turned and looked towards the battlewagon before turning back around and running into the farmhouse.

“’Ope dey gone to get somethin’ to eat.” Drazzok commented.

Two Heads braked sharply, bringing the battlewagon to a halt in front of the farmhouse before turning off the engine.

“I’ll go talk to ‘em.” Hazug said, “Drazzok see if ya can pick up on any lads in da area while Two Heads covers us with some of da big shootas. I aint takin’ no chances.”

“Wot about Ratish master?” Ratish asked from the rear of the battlewagon.

“Ya better come with me grot.” Hazug replied, “Bring Cuddles.”

Human with grey hair and a short beard stepped out of the farmhouse at the same time as Hazug emerged from the battlewagon, followed by Ratish and Cuddles and then Drazzok. The farmer walked towards them cautiously before coming to a halt when Two Heads climbed up to one of the weapon mounts fitted with a pair of belt fed automatic weapons and chambered rounds in them. Partially this was because he was suddenly being threatened with being shot, but also it was because of the surprise of seeing a two-headed ork appear unexpectedly.

“We don’t have anything worth taking.” The farmer said nervously. Then he looked back towards the farmhouse where a girl was peering out of the door, “Go back inside honey.” He said in the human language, gothic.

“I just wants information.” Hazug said as he also came to a halt.
”Information?” the farmer repeated, switching back to the ork language.
”Dat’s wot master told ya. Stupid git.” Ratish hissed.

“Plus some grub if ay got any.” Drazzok added without looking at the human.

“What do you want to know?” the farmer asked, addressing the question directly to Hazug.

“We is ‘untin’ for wildboys.” Hazug replied, “’Ave ya ‘ad any around ‘ere recently?”

“No.” the farmer replied, “But then again we don’t get many orks here at all. I grow crops for human consumption. There is little meat around to attract feral orks and not much for the caravans to trade for.”

Hazug frowned and he was about to take another look at his map for another farm that could have attracted bands of wildboys when the farmer suddenly spoke up again.
”Though a warband did pass close by recently.” He said, “We didn’t see or hear them when they were close though, it was only when I went to get firewood from the forest that I found tracks.”

Hazug’s frown turned to a grin. An ork warband coming anywhere near the farm would have made its presence known from the amount of noise that it would make. Wildboys would have been just as loud as well. The only explanation Hazug could think of as to why they would not alert the farmer to their presence was if they had an instinct for remaining hidden.

Like Blood Axes.
”Which way?” Hazug asked and the farmer pointed into the forest.

“That way.” He said, “The tracks came right up to the tree line.”

“Nice one.” Hazug replied and he began to walk towards the forest, “Drazzok, Ratish, with me.” He called out, “Two Heads can ya follow us nice and slow in da wagon?” he then asked and both of Two Heads frowned.

“Slow?” they said in unison, “Wagons aint meant to go slow. Dat’s wot walkin’ is for.” One continued.

“Just follow us.” Hazug said, “And be ready for us to come back inside real quick.”

Two Heads both growled as they disappeared back inside the battlewagon and shortly after the vehicle’s engine growled even louder and it began to creep forwards.

Hazug led the way to the edge of the forest and paused before heading into it. The trees here were sufficiently spaced that Two Heads’ battlewagon was able to follow, the plough mounted on the front of its hull tearing up the undergrowth.

“Dare’s no one ‘ere.” Drazzok said as they continued into the forest, “No lads anyway.”

“Dey may ‘ave moved on.” Hazug replied, “I needs to find some tracks.”

Then there was the sound of the battlewagon crushing a thick hedge behind them.

“Well ya better do it before Two Heads flattens everythin’ with dat bleedin’ wagon.” Drazzok commented.

Just then Cuddles began to strain at his leash and began to growl.

“Bad squig!” Ratish called out, digging his heels into the ground to try and hold the creature back.
”Wait!” Hazug snapped, “Maybe ‘e’s got da scent of somethin’.”

“Probably just a smaller squig.” Drazzok said. Then he smiled, “Maybe we could eat it.”

“Let’s see where ‘e takes us.” Hazug said and Ratish stopped trying to hold Cuddles back, instead following as he was now the one pulled along at the end of the leash.

Cuddle pulled Ratish into an area of denser woodland where the battlewagon could not follow.

“Wot’s ‘e up to?” one of Two Heads said as he braked, “’Ow should I know?” the other responded, “Well let’s go ask ‘im den.” The first said and turning off the engine he got up and exited the battlewagon, “Oi! Hazug!” he yelled and then the other added, “Where ya goin’?”

“Cuddles ‘as got da scent of somethin’.” Hazug responded, “Garb ya shoota and come with us.”

Two Heads went back inside the battlewagon before reappearing with a rifle in his hands. Jumping down from the vehicle he then headed after Hazug.

 

Cuddles led the orks to a trail part way down a slope and it was obvious that someone had been here recently.

“Tracks.” Hazug said as he crouched down on the trail and ran his fingers over them, “I’d say less dan ‘alf a day old.”
”So dese is da wildboys we is after den?” Drazzok asked.
”Nah.” Hazug replied, “Dese aint wildboys of any sort.”

“Wot’s ‘appenin’?” Two Heads called out as he slid down the slope towards them and them came to a stop when he reached the trail.

“Hazug’s squig’s gone and found us some tracks.” Drazzok replied.
”Da wildboys?” Two Heads asked.

“Hazug don’t think so.” Drazzok said.
”Why not?” the other one of Two Heads asked.

“I don’t think dat dey aint wildboys.” Hazug said, “I know dat dey aint wildboys.”

“’Ow?” Drazzok asked.

“Cause wildboys don’t wear boots.” Hazug said, pointing to a deep boot print that clearly came from an ork manufactured boot.
”Wot if day wildboys nicked some boots from some lads dey killed master?” Ratish asked.

“Wot? All of ‘em?” Hazug responded, “Wildboys aint gonna be doin’ over no civilised lads unless dare’s an ‘ole load more of ‘em and if dat was da case den dare’d still be a load of ‘em without any boots. No. Dis lot aint wildboys.”

“So we is wastin’ our time den?” Drazzok asked.

“I reckon so.” Hazug replied, “We better go try another farm.” And he stood up straight. Then all of a sudden he drew his pistol and spun around.

“Master, wot’s wrong?” Ratish asked.

“Dare’s someone ‘ere.” Hazug said softly.

“Well dey aint orks.” Drazzok said, his voice still at its usual orkish level.

“Da gits from da farm maybe.” One of Two Heads suggested, but Hazug shook his head.

“I ‘eard somethin’ over dare.” He replied, pointing with his pistol, “Da farm’s back da other way.”

“Well its gotta be gits.” Two Heads said.

“Maybe.” Hazug said. Then in a raised voice he called out in gothic, “Come out where I can sees ya.” But there was no reply and no one came into view. Beside him Cuddles began to growl.

All of a sudden a hooded figure burst out of the undergrowth and came charging down the trail towards the small group of orks and without stopping to think Hazug swung his pistol around and fired.

The single shot clipped the charging figure and it let out a cry of pain and tumbled into the undergrowth. At the same time another two hooded figures appeared and came running through the undergrowth towards the group.

“Let rip!” one of Two Heads bellowed as his raised his rifle and fired, sending out a hail of bullets that tore through one of the figures and sprayed blood over the trunk of tree just behind him.

The other figure kept on coming and Hazug fired again, just missing it.
”Ratish!” he snapped, “’Ave ya got ya pistol with ya?”

“No master. Ratish leave it in ‘is box at ‘ome.” Ratish replied and Hazug let out a low growl in frustration.

Another burst of gunfire from Two Heads’ rifle brought the charging figure down. But just as it seemed that the attack was over Cuddles let out a bark and tugged at his leash as the figure Hazug had shot and injured reappeared. Between falling into the undergrowth and his sudden reappearance the figure had quietly crawled much closer to the group and as he leapt towards them he landed within reach.

“Kop dis!” Drazzok shouted and he swung his staff upwards, delivering a blow to the figure’s head that sent it sprawling backwards.

Then came the sound of a large group forcing its way through the undergrowth and as Hazug looked around he saw several more hooded figures approaching through the forest, these accompanied by orks and gretchin in the colours of various clans.

“Wot da bleedin’ ‘ell’s goin’ on?” Two Heads exclaimed and then the other asked, “Wot’s dat lot doin’ out ‘ere?”

“Back to da wagon!” Hazug yelled as he fired his pistol in the direction of the approaching warband. Then he grabbed hold of Cuddles leash, taking it from Ratish and heading up the slope. The squig was reluctant to follow, instead trying to charge at the oncoming warband, but Hazug was far stronger than Ratish and he easily pulled Cuddles along with him.

“Dare it is!” Two Heads shouted as the battlewagon came into view and Hazug breathed a sigh of relief. Part of him had been concerned that something would have happened to the battlewagon, trapping them here in the forest with enemies all around. But now escape was at hand.

 

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