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Chapta 5 |
The two rafts of gretchin were the first to reach land and the whips of the runtherds cracked to drive them ashore. The gretchin cheered excitedly as they rushed forwards across the stony beach towards the dock buildings, some firing their crude weapons ahead of them despite no targets showing themselves. The gretchin were of course the weakest troops in the warband and the only reason they were sent ashore ahead of the more powerful orks was so that they could test the beach for any signs of landmines and though one or two managed to trip over themselves as they ran the way was shown to be clear. Two Heads made
sure that the shallow barge carrying his battlewagon was the next the
reach the beach. There was the roar of rocket engines as the stormboys leapt into the air from the deck of Frurgen’s ship and ignited their rocket packs. This gave them all the boost they needed to reach the shore and then they ignited once gain to slow their descent. As soon as they touched down Druken waved his sword above his head gave out a yell. “Waaargh!” The stormboys repeated this and the entire unit began to charge up the beach Behind this more barges approached the shore. Some followed Two Heads to the beach, while others headed directly for the crumbling docks that had clearly been abandoned long ago. As soon as barges reached the beach, planks were thrown forwards and the vehicles they carried drove ashore with their occupants cheering wildly and shooting into the air. On the other hand the barges that headed for the docks found themselves unable to disembark the vehicles because the docks themselves were set too high. Therefore, their passengers were forced to instead come ashore on foot and they ran along the docks towards the row of warehouses beside them. Like the gretchin who had come ashore ahead of them the advancing orks fired their weapons randomly at the empty buildings, not even ceasing when the first of them broke in and there were screams of pain as some were hit by friendly fire. Hazug’s own truck was one of the last to come ashore. It was driven by a member of Two Heads’ mob called Gorrid, an ork that had been part of his mob since the first time Hazug had worked with them. Drazzok sat beside Gorrid and frowned. “If dat bleedin’ grot workin’ da barge ‘ad just ‘eaded for da docks we’d be dare by now.” He complained as the madboys behind him just nodded and from the gun set into the roll cage Thuggrim swung the weapon about and made shooting noises with his mouth without actually firing it. “But we couldn’t drive up the docks.” Sophie pointed out, “You’d have to walk.” “Bah!” Drazzok exclaimed, “Just shut up and give me a pie.” “I don’t have
any.” Sophie replied. From the hatch of his battlewagon Two Heads looked down at the ork that came rushing up from the warehouses. “No signs of any gits boss.” He called out, “Da lads ‘ave been through all da ‘uts and we aint seen nowt.” “Right den listen up!” Two Heads bellowed in stereo, “Get all da ammo and stuff ashore. Dare’s nowt ‘appenin’ ‘ere and we needs to get to where it is.” Then he looked towards Gorrid who was still sat at the wheel of Hazug’s truck, “Get movin’,” he ordered, “take all of da trukk mobs to da rig and let Hazug know dat we is ashore and will be movin’ up once we’ve got our ammo.” “Right boss.” Gorrid replied and he slammed his foot down on the accelerator pedal. Though Hazug would rather that they remained airborne to provide early warning of an attack, the limited fuel supply of the death copters had forced them to land beside the rig and right now their leader Nagrippa was arguing with Mek Batrug over whether to use the available drums of fuel to replenish his death copters or get the rig working again and behind them the burna boys and copta pilots were lining up, ready for a fight. Meanwhile the mobs belonging to Gorgoga and Kraglor were just standing back and watching. “Ow much’ll it take to get da rig runnin’ again?” Hazug demanded as he stormed over to them. “A drum to get it started and six more per day to keep it goin’.” Batrug said without takin’ his eyes off Nagrippa or his hand off his pistol. “And ‘ow much to refuel da coptas?” Hazug then asked, turning towards Nagrippa. “A drum and a half for each off da dethcoptas, four each for da bigguns.” The Evil Sun nob answered as he continued to glare at Batrug. Hazug then
looked at the collection of fuel drums and counted them. Ten in total,
though two were lay on their side and clearly empty. Hazug then looked at
the mobs watching. “Dare’s another dozen or so in dat one.” Kraglor called out, pointing to the largest of the huts. Twenty drums of fuel, Hazug thought to himself. Enough to fuel all of the copters once, or keep the rig going for three days. “Ow long before ya can start turnin’ da fungus into fuel?” Hazug asked Batrug. “Wot ‘ere?” Batrug replied, “I can’t. Ya needs da proper machinery to do dat and we aint got it. All dat stuff’ll be at da refinery where Grath’s got ‘is fort.” “Den dare’s no point in startin’ up da rig.” Hazug said, “Get da coptas fuelled and ready. Den I wants at least two at a time in da air to keep watch.” Nagrippa grinned and Batrug snarled, tightening his grip on his pistol. “Batrug!” Hazug snapped,” We needs da coptas and we can’t use da rig.” Batrug relaxed, letting go of his gun. “Come on lads.” He said, looking back at the burna boys, “Lets get dese fly boys back in da air.” Hazug then turned back towards the watching orks, several of whom appeared unhappy that no fight had broken out. “Spread out!” he yelled, “Gorgoga take ya lads dat way and Kraglor da other. We don’t know wot ‘appened ‘ere and I don’t want anythin’ creepin’ up on us before we got lads in da air again.” “And wot’ll ya be doin’?” Kraglor asked. “Tryin’ to find out wot ‘appened.” Hazug replied. Leaving the other orks to get on with the tasks he had given them Hazug began to explore the perimeter of the drill site accompanied by both Mayleth and Ratish. The landing of the war copters and the troops they carried had churned up the ground on one side of the camp, but there was still plenty of undisturbed ground to he searched. This included the dirt track that ran all the way through the camp, leading in one direction to the human dock and to Grath’s fort in the other. “There are only ork tracks my master.” Mayleth said, “And no signs of battle. This camp was not attacked.” “Well da lads ‘ere didn’t just go wanderin’ off.” Hazug pointed out. “Yeah, orks don’t run away like gits and pansies.” Ratish hissed and he scowled at Mayleth. “Of course, dey could ‘ave been called away by da boss.” Hazug thought out loud. “But master, why would da boss call all of da lads away from ‘ere?” Ratish asked. “And why did they not return?” Mayleth added. “Da only serious tracks go off in dat direction.” Hazug said, pointing along the track heading towards Grath’s fort, “Apart from dat we’ve just got the odd set goin’ off into da jungle and den coming back again.” “Wagons!” one of Kraglor’s orks suddenly called out across the drill site and at almost the same time the sound of engines could be heard coming from down the track leading towards the old human docks. “Batrug! Nagrippa! Forget da coptas!” Hazug shouted as he drew his pistol, “Gorgoga get ya lads over dare now. Everyone get ready, but no one start shootin’ until ya knows wot ya is shootin’ at.” “Master dem is ork engines.” Ratish said, his keen gretchin hearing making him more aware than the orks. And sure enough a few moments later the first vehicle to come into view was Hazug’s own truck with Gorrid at the wheel and Drazzok, the madboys and Salia and Sophie as passengers. Behind this another half dozen similar vehicles followed, all but one packed with more ork troops. “Hazug!” Sophie cried out as she waved at him. “’Old ya fire lads.” Hazug ordered, “Dey is our lot.” “Dey was suppose to be makin’ me a pie.” Drazzok complained and he gestured towards Salia and Sophie as they threw pieces of meat and mushrooms into one of the empty fuel drums, “And wot is dey doin’?” “Makin’ soup.” Hazug said without looking up as he studied his map of the island once more, “Like I told ‘em to. All da lads needs feedin’ and dares only dem two to do it while Ratish is checkin’ wot we got. Da other runts is still with Two Heads and I needs all da lads to keep watch. I thought ya liked soup.” Drazzok grunted. “Well I wants a pie.” He said, walking further into the hut that Hazug had taken over as his headquarters and he sat down and exhaled deeply, “So wot’s ya plan now den?” “If we ‘eads for Boss Grath’s fort now in da trucks we could get dare before it gets dark.” Hazug replied, “Dare ain’t enough room on da trucks for everyone but I’d ‘ave to leave some of da lads ‘ere anyway to guard da rig and wait for Two Heads. Problem is dat even if we does get to da fort before dark we can’t attack it with just ‘alf a dozen trucks of lads and no big guns. So we is just gonna ‘ave to wait for Two Heads to catch up and den we’ll set out at first light.” Drazzok frowned. “Wot is ya talkin’ about?” he asked. “Ya asked wot me plan was. So I just told ya.” “Nah. I meant wot was ya plan for gettin’ me a pie?” |
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