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Waaargh! Hazug! Chapta 31 | |
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Waaargh! Hazug! Chapta 31 |
Most
of the orks from the warband were not led into Kazkal Kromag’s throne
room, only the nobs, Batrug and Drazzok were admitted though all of the
humans and Hazug’s non-human servants were also shown in. As they entered
the various orks already present made room for them, none wanting to be
between the warboss and those he was angry with. As
he walked into the room Hazug looked towards the throne itself, a new
reinforced version of the one that had been present on his last visit and
he could tell that what Fullgrup had said about the warboss being unhappy
was correct. Kazkal glared directly at Hazug, looking away only to briefly
examine the surviving space marines as they followed, snarling at
them. “Explain
yaself Hazug.” Kazkal said. “Wot’s
to explain boss?” Hazug asked, “Ya told me to get of da genestealers and
dat’s just wot I did.” “Ya
took gits up to da ‘ulk!” Kazkal yelled, getting up from his throne and
striding towards Hazug. Around him the other orks stepped further back,
“And wot’s with dese beakies?” he yelled, pointing his power claw towards
Claudius and his marines, “Ya never said anythin’ about dare bein’ beakies
‘ere. Ya know I wouldn’t let ya use dem.” “I
didn’t find ‘em until ya’d already told me to deal with da genestealers
boss.” Hazug said, “And dare wasn’t chance after
dat.” “Well
if all da genestealers is dead den ya don’t need ‘m no more do ya?” Kazkal
said, “And I don’t want ‘em ‘angin’ about so dat dey can go tellin’ anyone
about wot I’m plannin’ for me Waaargh.” Hazug
frowned. “But
boss, wot does it matter if da Imperium knows about ‘ow we’s gonna attack
da tyrannids?” “What
about our agreement?” Rell asked when he heard the translation of this and
his servitor repeated his words in orkish. “I
don’t make deals with da git Imperium!” Kazkal snapped. Then he looked
around,” And pretty soon da Imperium is gonna find out just ‘ow strong I
is.” Then there was a cheer from amongst the other orks present before
Kromag added, “So dare aint gonna be no more gits goin’ up to da ‘ulk
where dey can sabotage it.” “He’s
going to kill us isn’t he?” Sophie whispered to Hazug, but the Blood Axe
nob remained silent. “Take
da beakies to da pits.” Kazkal ordered, “Tonight I’ll deal with dat nob of
dares in person. Den Hazug and ‘is mates ‘ere’ll face da rest of ‘em. I
wants ‘em to prove who’s side dey is on.” “Wot
about da other gits boss?” a nob standing beside the throne asked and
Kazkal stared briefly at the humans. “Send
‘em all back to Git Town. Da pansy an’ all.” He said, “Dey can stay dare
until we’s gone. I don’t care wot dey do den.” Then he looked straight at
Hazug. “Ya got all dat Blood Axe?” he asked. Hazug
looked round, first at the humans and orks from his warband and then at
the various other orks present. “No.”
he said just as Kazkal began to return to his throne. “I
said ‘no’ boss.” Hazug said, “Ya’s got it wrong.” “Da
humans ‘ave always been good to us boss.” Hazug began, “Not just on dis
planet either. Everywhere we goes dare is always humans nearby for us to
fight. Dey do fight an’ all don’t dey? Dey don’t run and ‘ide like da tau
or da eldar. When we sends warbands to attack ‘em dey uses dare own lads
to try and stop us in straight up fights. Sometimes we wins and sometimes
dey does, but dares always a decent battle and loot to be ‘ad.” “I
is da warboss Hazug.” Kazkal replied, “I decides wot we attacks and when
we attacks ‘em. Now I says dat we attacks da gits and I is tellin’ ya to
do as ya’s told.” “No.”
Hazug said once more, “We attack da tyrannids.” “Ya
aint da boss Hazug.” Kazkal said. “Maybe
I ought to be den.” Hazug replied. “I’m
gonna show you and everyone else who’s da real boss around ‘ere.” Kazkal
replied and he reached to his power claw with his exposed hand and pulled
the staring cord. The
power claw roared into life and Kazkal swung it at Hazug, hoping to
inflict a swift and lethal blow that would end the fight right there. But
even with the assistance of his mega armour Kazkal could not move the claw
fast enough and Hazug rolled out of the way so that when the claw came
down all it did was rip a gouge out of the floor where Hazug had been
stood just a moment earlier. “Get
back ‘ere ya git lover!” Kazkal snapped as he straightened up and turned
around. At the same time Hazug activated his warscythe and lunged at the
warboss. Years of experience fighting at close quarters gave Kazkal the
ability to spot some attacks coming and Hazug’s was easy enough to see
that Kazkal was able to deflect the warscythe with a swipe of his power
claw before using the exposed fist of his other hand to punch Hazug in the
face, dazing him momentarily and raising a cheer from most of the crowd.
Kazkal saw his chance and swung his power claw
again. “No!”
Sophie screamed and she took a step forwards before Two Heads grabbed hold
of her. “Don’t.”
one head told. Then the other added, “Dis ‘as gotta be
done.” Hazug
recovered in time to see the attack coming and rather than attempt to
evade this as he had done with the last one he instead raised his
warscythe, putting the blade between himself and Kazkal’s power claw.
Kazkal saw this and tried to divert his attack. But although he was able
to pull back the shell of the power claw in which his fist was encased,
the three energy-wrapped claws themselves struck the warscythe blade edge
on and there was a sudden flash of green light as the two competing fields
interacted with one another. Since Batrug had repaired the alien weapon,
Hazug had used it against targets protected by the thickest armour and
advanced energy fields. So the field surrounding the claws did nothing to
protect them and there was a clatter as all three were cut right through
and fell to the floor. As the blade cut through the claws it also briefly
shorted out the conductive elements generating the field they were wrapped
in and this allow the energy to feed right back into the generator on
Kazkal’s arm. There was a sudden ‘pop’ and a shower of sparks before smoke
began to billow out of the power claw’s casing. Hazug
extended his warscythe out in front of him, intending to try and impale
the warboss through his chest. However, before he could properly align his
weapon Kazkal reached out with both hands and grabbed hold of the shaft,
trying to rip it free of Hazug’s grip. The
sheer weight of Kazkal and his mega armour threw Hazug off balance and he
fell sideways, pulling Kazkal down with him. As he hit the floor Hazug
cried out in pain as he felt some of the ribs on the same side as Kazkal
breaking. “’Ad
enough yet?” Kazkal asked as the pair continued to struggle for possession
of the warscythe, “I tell ya wot, just give me dis fancy choppa and I’ll
let ya go. Ya can go and live in Git Town with ya git mates while we gets
ready to go and kill a few million of ‘em.” Hazug
did not say anything in response to this; instead he drew back his head
and then butted Kazkal’s exposed face. Startled by this sudden attack
Kazkal relaxed his grip on the warscythe and Hazug yanked it away from
him, scrabbling back across the floor to put some room between the pair of
them before getting back to his feet, wincing from the pain in his
chest. “Slowin’
down boss?” he said as Kazkal also got back to his feet, slowed by the
bulk of his armour and in return Kazkal just snarled. This
time Hazug waited longer before reacting, so when he raised his warscythe
it was too late for Kazkal to do anything about it. However, it also meant
that it was too late for Hazug to position the bulky weapon to inflict a
killing blow. Instead as the blade came up it met one of Kazkal’s wrist
just as he attempted to reach out and grab the shaft again. Now it was
Kazkal that roared in pain as the blade sliced of his hand at the wrist
and for a moment he clutched at the stump as he and Hazug circled one
another, staring at each other intently. Hazug
leapt forwards, holding up his warscythe. But once again Kazkal
anticipated the direction of the strike and he swung the stump of his arm
out in front of him. This struck the shaft of the warscythe and slowed it
enough for Kazkal to reach out with his remaining hand and grab hold of it
again. Though
Hazug still had the use of both hands, Kazkal was able to retain his grip.
Then Hazug let go with one hand and attempted to twist the warscythe away
from Kazkal. “I
aint lettin’ go,“ Kazkal said, “and ya aint strong enough to beat me with
just one ‘and.” Hazug
grinned. “But
I got two ‘ands still,” He replied, “and ya aint seen wot I’s ‘oldin’ in
da other yet.” And he jammed the pistol he had just pulled from his belt
under Kazkal’s chin. The
shot echoed around the throne room and a plume of blood and tissue sprayed
upwards as the bullet exited through the top of the warboss’ skull. Then
Hazug simply shoved the corpse backwards and let it crash to the floor.
Then he looked around at the crowd that had gone silent the moment Kazkal
died. “Well?”
Hazug yelled as he looked around, “Wotcha gonna do now? Any more of ya
reckon ya can take me on? Come and ‘ave a go if ya think ya’s ‘ard
enough.” For
a moment nothing happened, not a single greenskin in the room could
believe that Kazkal Kromag was dead by the hand of Hazug Throatslitter of
the Blood Axe clan. By all ork tradition this made Hazug the new warboss.
Unless of course someone else stepped forwards to challenge
him. A
roar from the crowd alerted Hazug to a threat as a large nob in the
colours of the Death Skulls clan leapt forwards and charged at him with a
massive axe held high. Hazug
ducked as the Death Skull swung his axe and then swung his own warscythe
around just above the floor. The Death Skull’s roar then became a scream
as he legs were both cut out from under him and he found himself falling
uncontrollably to the floor. As he lay on his back looking upwards he saw
Hazug looming over him and aiming his pistol down at him. Then Hazug fired
again and again, pumping bullets into the Death Skull’s chest even after
he was dead and only stopping when the gun was empty and he tossed it
aside. Then
he held his warscythe horizontally in both hands and looked around
again. Then
from his place amongst the leaders of Hazug’s warband Two Heads stepped
forwards, one hand resting on the hilt of his hyperphase
sword. “Two
Heads!” Sophie exclaimed, “No! You can’t!” “Oh
yes ‘e can.” Drazzok responded with a grin, “’E’s finally actin’ like a
proper ork.” “So
it comes down to dis does it?” Hazug asked Two Heads, looking down at his
friend’s sword. “Looks
like it does.” One of Two Heads replied as the other looked around at the
crowd. Then the second head looked at Hazug and added, “So wot’re ya
orders boss?” and he moved his hand away from his
sword. “Ya
gotta be kiddin’ me.” Drazzok said in annoyance. Hazug
shut off his warscythe and looked around one last time to make sure that
there were no more challengers to his new authority. “I
needs to speak to all da ship bosses.” He said, “I needs to let ‘em know
dat we’ll be ‘eadin’ for da tyrannids when al da lads is loaded onto da
‘ulk.” “Sod
dis.” Drazzok said out loud, “I’s goin’ ‘ome.” And he turned around and
began to walk away. Then when he realised that Thuggrim was not following
him he looked back at him, “Well? Wotcha waitin’ for?” he
asked. “I
wants to ‘ear wot da new boss ‘as to say.” Thuggrim
replied. “Pah!”
Drazzok exclaimed, “turning back around to walk away, “Stay ‘ere den.
Who’d notice one more loony in dis place?” Meanwhile
Hazug walked over to the throne, now his throne and he slumped down into
it, wincing as he felt the pain of his broken ribs. “Wot
about all dese gits boss?” one of the gathered nobs asked, looking at the
humans and marines. Hazug looked at them as well and thought for a
moment. “We
don’t need any of ‘em any more.” He said, “Send ‘em all to Git Town. We’ll
be gone before long and dey can do wotever dey wants after
dat.” “But
Hazug-“ Sophie called out, looking briefly at her sister and then at Hazug
again. “Shuddup
git!” Ratish hissed before rushing to take his place beside Hazug’s
throne, “Master don’t want ya ‘ere no more.” “’E’s
right.” Hazug told Sophie, “Go.” Then he spotted a bag of teeth that
Kazkal had kept beside his throne for any small expenses that happened to
crop up and he picked it up and tossed it at her, “Take it.” He said as
the bag landed at her feet, “It’ll be enough for ya to live off.” Then he
reached out a platter of squig meat that Kazkal had snacked on and grabbed
a large handful before taking a bite out of it and chewing it. Then after
he swallowed the food he looked at Ratish, “Bring more of dis.” He
ordered, “I’m gonna need a lot.”
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