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Chapta 18 |
Hazug was woken suddenly by the explosion. “What’s happening?” Salia exclaimed, having also been woken by the sound. “Somethin’ blew up ya stupid git.” Ratish hissed. “We know that.” Sophie said as she grabbed hold of her lasgun, “But what was it?” “Well dare’s one easy way to find out aint dare?” Hazug said, taking hold of his own rifle, loading a rocket to the launcher mounted beneath the barrel and storming outside. There he saw a large crater not far from the parked vehicles, flames and smoke coming from within the hole. All around him more orks were emerging from the places they had chosen to sleep while at the refinery. “Who’s blowin’ stuff up?” Grath called out as he too emerged. There was a sound like distant thunder, followed by a whistling that grew louder. Then there was another explosion, this time just inside the main gate and as Hazug looked around he saw that some of the guards on the wall had been blown off. “Its dat supa-kannon.” Hazug shouted at Grath, “Dat worthless grot brain Krurgan let da enslavers loot it and now dey is usin’ it to ‘ave a go at us.” “To da walls!” Grath bellowed, lifting his power claw into the air as he rushed towards the main wall for himself. Taking up positions on the battlements, the orks looked out to hunt for their attackers. Sure enough in the distance they saw a cluster of lights located along the top of the nearest hill “Dey look like torches.” Hazug said as he reached for the tau viewing device, adjusting it for night vision again. Sure enough he saw a line of torches set into the ground on the hilltop. The heat of this fire disrupted the image provided by the viewing device, but Hazug could still make out the shapes of several stationary vehicles behind them. “Figures.” Hazug said out loud, “Dey must ‘ave realised dat we was set up ‘ere and dey pulled as many lads as dey could away from dat air base to ‘it us.” “D’ya reckon dey knows we already took out dat boat dey was buildin’?” Gorgoga asked. “Don’t matter.” Hazug replied, “Wot matters is dat dis is dat dey knows we is ‘ere.” Then there was a flash. Just as Hazug realised what the flash represented there was another sound like thunder and the distinctive whistling of an incoming shell. “Down!” Hazug yelled and the refinery’s defenders all ducked down behind the thick wall. The shell flew over the wall and struck a battlewagon, the only apart from Two Heads’ left in the warband and it exploded in a ball of flame. “Wot dey doin’?” Grath commented, “Why don’t dey come down ‘ere and ‘ave a proper go at us?” “Why bother?” Hazug replied, “Dat kannon can lob shells at us from way over dare and we aint got nothin’ dat can touch ‘em.” “Pah!” Grath exclaimed, “Aint dey got no self respect?” “Dare brains is under da control of dem enslavers.” Gorgoga commented. Grath looked around and caught sight of Mek Nuzzug. “Oi!” he called out, “Can’t ya make us somethin’ dat’ll let us shoot back at ‘em?” “Wot now?” Nuzzug responded, “No chance.” “Dat’s right.”
Mek Batrug added, “Ya got loads of pipes around ‘ere dat we could use to
make us a big kannon out of, but we’d still need to come up with shells
for it.” “I could take me coptas out dare.” Nagrippa suggested. “Yeah,” Grath said, grinning, “We can just drop a bunch of lads on top of ‘em.” “I wouldn’t try it.” Hazug said as he studied the hilltop through the viewer once more. He had located the track mounted artillery piece being used to bombard the refinery and either side of it he could just about make out the shapes of two trucks. Each one looked to carry an array of guns on it that were directed upwards, “Dey gots a pair of flakka-dakka trukks.” He said, “Take a look for yaself.” And he held out the viewer to Nagrippa. The Evil Sun took the device and looked at it nervously before holding it up to his eye as he had seen Hazug do. He suddenly pulled the device away from his eye and stared at it briefly, surprised by the picture it offered. Then he placed it to his eye once more and studied the enemy position. “Yeah, I see ‘em.” He said reluctantly, “Dem things would just shoot me coptas out of da sky.” And he returned the device to Hazug. A whistling sound indicated the arrival of another shell, but fortunately this landed amongst a cluster of buildings that were not in use, meaning that no significant damage was done. “Well we gotta find a way over dare.” One of Two Heads commented, “Before we aint got a fort left to protect.” Hazug looked through the viewer again, but this time he looked at the terrain between the refinery and the hilltop. The thick jungle covered much of this, but Grath’s orks had cleared a zone between the walls and the jungle to create a kill zone for anyone seeking to assault the refinery directly. Here he spotted a cluster of large pipes and he remembered the drilling rigs. Each of these drew liquefied fungus out of the ground and pumped it here for refining into the fuel that Warboss Kromag so desired for his wagons and other war machines. “Wot’s in dem pipes right now?” he asked and he pointed along the wall to where the pipes broke through. “Right now?” Mek Batrug said, “Since none of da rigs is runnin’ dare won’t be anythin’ in ‘em.” “Good.” Hazug said, smiling, “If dat’s da case den I should be able to use ‘em to walk right da way past dat lot shootin’ at us. Den I can take dat supa-kannon out from behind.” “Ya got to be kiddin’.” Grath exclaimed. “No.” one of Two Heads said and the other one added, “’E means it.” Hazug stood well back from the pipe with both Batrug and Nuzzug while Nuzzug’s gretchin assistants worked to cut it open. The meks had cautioned that there could be traces of the volatile unrefined fungus still inside the pipe and sparks from the cutting could trigger and explosion. This way only the gretchin were at risk. “Is ya sure about dis?” Nuzzug asked as he looked towards Hazug. Behind the Blood Axe were his servants, Mayleth was giving her weapons a final check while the others simply waited for Hazug to give them the word that they were to enter the pipe, “Ya ought to take some lads with ya.” Hazug looked back at him. “Wot and ‘ave an ‘ole load of lads stompin’ dare feet down dat pipe? Every lad out dare on dat ‘ill will ‘ear us comin’. Nah, I needs ‘elp from dem wot I knows can keep quiet. Dat means dis lot and-” At that moment Hazug was interrupted by the sound of badly played squigpipes heralding the approach of the madboys bearing Drazzok aloft in his chair. “Make way for
da great and powerful Drazzok!” Thuggrim shouted as Drazzok clambered down
from the chair, his assorted totems jingling. The weirdboy walked up to
Hazug, frowning. “Oh yeah,” Nuzzug commented, “dat lot is well quiet.” “Yeah well I needs Drazzok.” Hazug said, “But I can’t be keepin’ an eye on ‘im as well as takin’ out dat kannon.” “Thuggrim’s troops can be quiet.” Sophie pointed out. “Dat’s cause dey is nutters.” Drazzok commented. “Dey’ll ‘ave to leave dm pipes behind though.” Hazug commented and at that moment there was a sudden ‘thud’ as the section of pipe the gretchin were cutting through dropped to the ground and rolled away. This was accompanied by the sudden high-pitched squeal of the gretchin themselves as they darted out of the way to avoid being crushed. “Oh ‘ow we supposed to get in dare? Drazzok asked as he walked up to the hole. The diameter of the pipe was only about the height of a gretchin so even a regular sized ork would have to crawl and for larger ones such as Drazzok, Hazug and Thuggrim it would be a considerable squeeze. Hazug pushed past the weirdboy and looked into the hole himself. The interior of the pipe was in total darkness and Hazug held his torch closer. “Careful dare.” Batrug warned him, “If dare’s any fuel left ay might ignite it.” “Dat’s just a chance I’ll ‘ave to take.” Hazug replied, “Da grots didn’t blow it up, so I reckon I’ll be alright.” Then he studied the hole itself and compared it to the size of himself including his equipment, “Sophie, Salia, come ‘ere.” He said and when his two human servants came to him he handed them his rifle and warscythe, “Kop ‘old of dese,” he said, “I needs ya to carry ‘em for me.” And then he squeezed into the pipe, “Alright, dare’s enough room.” He called out, “Just. But I’ll need Ratish to ‘old dis torch.” “Yes master, Ratish’ll do it.” The gretchin replied. Ratish rushed forwards and jumped into the pipe, the gretchin’s size allowing him to easily fit while holding the torch and then Mayleth climbed in after him. Sophie was about to follow the eldar when Drazzok grabbed hold of her. “No ya don’t.”
he said, “I is next, now give us an ‘and getting’ in dare.” He then strode
up to the hole in the pipe and began to consider the best way to get
inside. “Like I said, give us an ‘and.” Drazzok said. “He could at
least say ‘please’.” Salia whispered to Sophie in gothic. “Stop talkin’ dat git gibberish and ‘elp me in.” Drazzok hissed and the two humans stepped forwards to help him into the pipe. After the weirdboy was inside first Sophie and the Salia climbed in after him, leaving just the madboys to follow. “Right den lads,” Thuggrim announced as he marched up and down in front of his troops, “ya knows da drill. One at a time into da pipe and keep it good and quiet. Right?” “Right boss.” The madboys responded almost in unison. “Good. Den get to it.” Thuggrim ordered and simultaneously the madboys all rushed at the hole, shoving one another aside as each of them tried to be the next into the pipe. |
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