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Da Isle Of Doom Chapta 26 | |
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Chapta 26 |
From Hazug’s point of view Batrug was spending his time darting from one pipe or piece of human machinery to another. “’Ere Batrug,” he said, “we is ‘ere to destroy dis place, not find da best bit of loot.” Batrug turned
and scowled at Hazug. “So wot’ll it look like den?” Hazug asked. “It aint wot it’ll look like, it’s ‘ow it’ll feel.” “Huh?” “It’ll be ‘ot.” Batrug stated, “real ‘ot.” “But everythin’ down ‘ere’s ‘ot.” Ratish said and Batrug now scowled at him instead. “We needs to figure out where da magma is getting’ in. Now dat could be a pipe wot let’s it flow in by itself or a pipe dat was meant for steam. Either way it’ll be ‘otter dan any of da other stuff in ‘ere.” Hazug smiled. “’Ot enough to show up on dis?” he asked and he produced the tau viewing device. Batrug’s eyes gleamed. “Maybe.” He said, “Just maybe. Give it ‘ere.” The first madboy to step into the stairwell jerked violently as his body was repeatedly struck by gunfire. “Shrakkot!” Thuggrim exclaimed and he leant through the doorway with his rifle angled upwards. He saw a group of orks heading down the stairs towards him and immediately he opened fire, screaming as he emptied the magazine of his rifle into them. Two more madboys merged through the doorway and joined him, firing their weapons up the stairs until their magazines were empty even though the orks coming towards them were already dead. “Why are they here?” Salia asked. “Well given
dat Hazug left dat pansies and dat bleedin’ mek by da ‘ole I reckon dey is
lookin’ for another way around.” Drazzok said and then there was the sound
of heavy footsteps from above, “And it sounds like dare’s more of ‘em.” He
added. Then he looked at the staircase itself and smiled, “Geddout me way
a mo.” He said, barging through the door. “Waaargh!” Power flowed into Drazzok and with it unable to drain away through his staff his eyes began to glow bright green. “Kop dis!” he yelled just as the orks turned he corner of the stairs and came into view and he slammed the end of his staff down onto the metal of the staircase. Green lightning shot from the base of the staff where it touched the stairs and it arced upwards to meet the charging orks head on. Instantly they halted, their bodies shaking and screaming as their flesh burned green with psychic fire. Drazzok held his staff in place, laughing manically as he watched the orks burn. But the flow of power could last only so long and he gave out a gasp as he used up the last of it and staggered backwards. “Salia help
me.” Sophie said as she pushed her way between the madboys to reach
Drazzok and tried to steady the large ork before he slumped into a sitting
position against the wall behind him. “I don’t know. Drazzok can you hear me?” “Of course I can bleedin’ ‘ear ya.” Drazzok replied, though not as loudly as Sophie was used to. “Thank the Emperor.” Sophie said with relief, “He’s fine.” “Aye, I’ll fine all right. “Drazzok said and then he looked at the shoulder bags both Salia and Sophie carried and he licked his lips, “But I reckons I could do with a pie if either of ya’s got one.” The sound of more footsteps from above attracted the attention of the madboys who had been clustered behind Salia and Sophie, watching to see if Drazzok needed any further assistance. “Don’t let ‘em cut us off lads!” Thuggrim said as he aimed his rifle up the stairs and fired several rounds in rapid succession. A volley of gunfire came back down the stairs and Thuggrim ducked back just in time to avoid being hit. The other madboys joined Thuggrim in firing up the stairs despite not having a line of sight to any of the enslaver controlled orks above them and although there was no indication of any of the bullets they fired killing any of the orks the gunfire did at least dissuade them from continuing to try and get down the stairs. Mayleth leapt out of the way as the body plummeted through the hole and landed where she had been standing just a moment earlier. Beside her Skrath had exhausted the supply of fuel for his weapon and was busy removing the bulky tank from his back before he instead used the one still strapped to Narrak’s body. For now at least Mayleth’s splinter pistols were the only weapons to prevent the enslavers and the orks under their control from piling down from the level above. “How much longer?” she demanded. “Almost dare.” Skrath replied as the empty fuel tank dropped to the floor with a ‘clang’. Then, without bothering to remove the fuel tank from Narrak Skrath instead just picked up his flamethrower itself and directed it up through the hole before firing a short burst of flame, “’Ow d’ya like dat den?” he yelled over the screeching of the weapon. Batrug held
the viewer up in front of his eye as he continued to lead Hazug and Ratish
through the mazelike network of pipes and machinery. Though not intended
as a thermal imager the tau device was just about able to pick out the
areas of extreme heat that signified what Batrug was looking
for. “So now wot?” Hazug asked. “Now we needs
to get dis pipe open and dis place’ll fill with magma.” “We don’t want it splittin’ open while we is still standin’ ‘ere ya stupid grot!” Batrug exclaimed and Ratish ducked behind Hazug before the mekboy could strike him. “So ‘ow exactly does ya reckon we should get dat pipe open den?” Hazug asked. Batrug paused to think. So far he had given no thought as to how the pipe would be opened. He knew that Ratish had been correct in saying that Hazug’s warscythe would be capable of cutting it open, but that an immediate blast of magma was not what he was looking for. That left only the rocket launcher mounted on Hazug’s rifle. “Give us one of da rokkits for ya rokkit launcha.” He said. “A rokkit?” Hazug said as he reached for one of the spare projectiles, “But dare aint much room for us to be firin’ a rokkit in ‘ere.” “We aint gonna fire it.” Batrug said, taking the rocket and rummaging about in his tool bag before producing a metal headed hammer. Placing the rocket down on a nearby piece of machinery he then began to strike it. “So wotcha gonna do with it?” Hazug asked, “Cause from ‘ere it looks like ya is tryin’ to trigger it off in ya ‘ands.” “I wants to get it open.” Batrug said, followed by an, “A-ha!” as the projectile split open and Batrug ripped out the compact warhead, “Dis is wot we needs.” He said. “I still don’t get it.” Hazug said,” Explain properly. No mek talk, plain ork.” We presses all da ‘splosives from inside da rokkit against da pipe.” Batrug explained, “Along with da detonator.” “But wot good’ll dat do?” Hazug asked. “Well ‘eat won’t trigger off da main charge. Even chuckin’ it in a fire is gonna give ya more of a flash dan a bang. But da detonator works a bit different and if it gets real ‘ot den it’ll go off.” Hazug
smiled. “Nah.” Hazug replied and he shook his head. But at the same time he smiled, “But ‘e does. Dontcha grot?” and he looked at Ratish who grinned. Gretchin often moved about beneath ork cities by means of tunnels dug beneath them in random patterns and it was not uncommon for these to collapse, blocking a known route. Because oft his gretchin had become adept at finding their way around without signs or landmarks to navigate by. “Yes master. Ratish’ll get ya to da stairs.” “To Mayleth first.” Hazug said, “We needs to let ‘er and Skrath know to get outta ‘ere an’ all.” And Ratish scowled at the thought of having to save Mayleth. |
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