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Waaargh! Hazug! Chapta 5 |
Leaving
Cuddles inside the battlewagon the three orks and Ratish all exited via
the main rear ramp to see how badly damaged it was. Reversing into the
tree had caused the battlewagon to throw a track and bent some of the
wheels out of alignment. This had been further compounded when the shell
went off and tore apart what remained of the track on that
side. “Well
dis aint somethin’ dat I can fix.” Two Heads said. “Den
we’ll ‘ave to walk back.” Hazug said, “We may be able to ‘itch a lift when
we gets to da road.” Hazug
was about to agree when he heard a groan from the other side of the
battlewagon and he drew his pistol. “Dare’s
one left.” He said and Drazzok snorted. “Plus
master ‘eard ‘im.” Ratish added and then he yelped as Drazzok kicked him
into a nearby bush. Hazug
and Two Heads led the way, ach one with their weapon held up in front of
them. As they rounded the battlewagon they saw the hooded figure that
Hazug had shot in the leg. Evidently he had survived the fall and was now
regaining consciousness. “’Oid
it right dare!” Hazug yelled as both he and Two Heads aimed their weapons.
Then the figure turned towards them rapidly and its hood fell away to
reveal the deformed head and overly large teeth. The
other orks crept closer, staring at the deformed ork looking back at them
and breathing heavily. “I
reckon ya got some questions to answer lad.” Hazug said but all of a
sudden the ork lashed out at him, not with any of the limbs Hazug had
expected an attack from but instead from a clawed arm that unexpectedly
appeared from beneath his cloak, “Crap!” Hazug exclaimed as he leapt
backwards just in time to avoid being raked by the claw. There followed a
sudden burst of gunfire as Two Heads opened fire and the deformed ork
shuddered under multiple bullet hits and fell flat on his
face. “Wot
is dat?” Two Heads asked as they all crept closer. Then the other asked,
“Why’s it got an extra arm?” “Why’s
ya got an extra ‘ead?” Drazzok asked in response and both of Two Heads
scowled, looking ready to drive the butt of his rifle into the weirdboy’s
face as he generally did whenever that question was raised. However,
before he could strike the deformed ork suddenly sat up again and hissed
at them, an abnormally long tongue sticking out of its
mouth. “Geddim!”
Hazug yelled and he and Two Heads leapt forwards and began kicking the ork
on the ground with their heavy booted feet. Drazzok joined in as well,
swinging his staff like a club as he too rained blows down on the ork
while Ratish just jumped up and down and cheered, “Dat’s it, we got ‘im.”
Hazug said eventually and the three orks stepped back to observe their
handiwork. The dead ork at their feet had taken a severe beating that had
broken numerous bones but its deformities remained obvious to see, in
particular the additional arm that terminated in three large claws instead
of a hand and the strangely shaped tongue. “So
wot was ‘e den?” Two Heads asked. “I
dunno.” Hazug said, “But I reckon we needs to get da body back to da city
and ‘ave a doc take a look at it.” “Dat’s
a long way to carry a body.” Two Heads pointed out. “Yeah.”
Hazug agreed, “Especially if ‘is mates is still ‘angin’ around and waitin’
to ambush me on da way back.” Both
of Two Heads let out a low growl. “I’ll
‘ave to come with ya won’t I?” one asked and the other added, “Just in
case ya is attacked.” And Hazug nodded. A
Blood Axe, a gretchin with a squig on a leash, a weirdboy and a two-headed
Evil Sun who were carrying a body wrapped in a blanket was an unusual
sight on the road, unusual enough that quite a number of passing ork
drivers reduced their speed from ludicrously unsafe to merely extremely
fast to try and get a better look. However, as out of the ordinary as the
sight of them was it was not enough to get any of them to stop and offer
the trio a lift, much to Two Heads’ annoyance. As an Evil Sun speed was
everything to him and if there was one thing that could be said about
travelling on foot, it was not that it was fast. “If
Gork and Mork ‘ad meant for us to be walkin’ everywhere,” one of him said,
invoking the names of the two primary ork gods as he struggled under the
weight of the dead ork while it was his turn to carry it and then the
other continued with, “den dey wouldn’t ‘ave given us da ability to drive
wagons.” Mek
Torlok was having difficulty in figuring out why the pump was faulty. It
was supposed to take fuel from the large storage tank at the side of the
mining camp to wear it would drive the generators that powered the
facility and would also be used to fuel the vehicles the orks here owned.
The mekboy took a step back and frowned as he attempted to determine what
the problem was. To help his concentration he kicked a nearby gretchin and
all of a sudden he had a flash of inspiration. Turning to the tool bag he
had set down on the ground nearby he rummaged through it until he found
the biggest hammer he could. “Right
den.” He said as he stepped up to the pump once more, “Kop dis.” And he
struck the pump as hard as he could. There was a loud ‘Clang!’ when the
hammer struck the pump, followed by a rumbling and then the pump suddenly
sprang to life and Mek Torlok grinned, “Job’s a good ‘un.” He said as he
turned to put the hammer away. The
hooded figure that lunged at him caught him by surprise, but he reacted in
time to swing the hammer at his mystery assailant and was rewarded by a
satisfying ‘crunch’ as teeth were knocked loose. Gunfire
attracted Torlok’s attention and he turned to where a pair of orks that
worked at the mine were firing a belt fed weapon at the perimeter wall
where orks that Torlok did not know were climbing over
it. “Dammit!”
he exclaimed, “I told dat squigbrain Runnug dat we needed more lads to
keep watch.” He added to himself, referring to the nob in charge of the
mine. Then he began to run towards his hut where he kept not only his more
advanced tools but also several custom weapons of his own
design. Along
the way another ork rushed at him armed only with a basic club and this
struck Torlok as odd. The weapon was the sort of thing that a wildboy
would carry, whereas this ork had clearly been introduced to civilisation
and ought to be carrying something more deadly. A swing of Torlok’s hammer
knocked the ork out of the way and he rushed into the hut he called home.
Inside the hut was filled with old projects that Torlok had either never
finished or had taken apart to use the components for something else. But
hanging on the wall amongst these was the weapon Torlok was looking for, a
bulky custom-built energy weapon that needed both hands to operate.
Dropping the hammer, he pulled it from the wall and pulled the starting
cord. Immediately the weapon roared into life and electricity arced
between contacts at the muzzle. “Let’s
rock.” Torlok said to himself as he strode outside. The
attacking orks had broken into small groups now and Torlok directed his
weapon towards one of these, a trio of orks wearing clothing that
identified them as being from different clans. Then he squeezed the
trigger lever of his weapon and there was a screeching sound as lightning
leapt from the muzzle to envelop all three of them. The orks shuddered and
fell, convulsing as they lay on the ground with electricity still arcing
over them. “’Ow
d’ya like dat den?” Torlok yelled. Then he heard something land on the
roof on his hut and he ceased fire as he turned and looked
up. The
creature looking back down at Torlok was not an ork or any other form of
greenskin for that matter. The creature had a bulbous head and a mouth
filled with large teeth. Then Torlok noticed that it possessed four arms,
one pair ending in recognisable hands while the other pair terminated in
three-clawed hands. Torlok lifted his custom blaster, intending to strike
down the alien beast with lightning. But the alien’s reflexes were faster
and it leapt down at him, knocking the weapon aside with a clawed hand.
Landing on top of Torlok it pinned the ork to the ground and let out a
hiss as it opened it mouth wide. But rather than biting into Torlok’s face
as the ork expected the alien’s tongue suddenly extended and the tip
struck him in the neck. Almost immediately Torlok began to feel light
headed and his vision blurred. Then the alien leapt off him and for a
moment he was sure that he heard it speaking to him in his
mind. “Get
up.” It commanded and Torlok did as he was ordered. Then another ork came
walking around his hut. “We
needs wagons.” Graffgan said and Torlok grinned. After
stopping for the night in a cave the group made it back to the city at
about midday the next day and they proceeded directly towards the street
where Hazug and Two Heads lived. The fortifications they were having built
showed some signs of progression and a large number of gretchin were
currently working on the section beside Hazug’s house. Meanwhile a pair of
vehicles was parked in the street. One of these was a tracked armoured
vehicle that was of human origin that now mounted a large turret mounted
cannon and like the battlewagon this vehicle was painted bright red. The
second vehicle was a lightweight six wheeled truck and rather than being
painted in the red of the Evil Suns it was painted in a grey and green
camouflage pattern that matched Hazug’s clothing. From the way orks were
loading up both vehicles it appeared that they were both being prepared
for a long journey. “It’s
Hazug!” a human voice called out and Hazug looked towards the source of
the sound to see Rhia pointing in his direction while her other arm was
held tightly by one of the madboys. In response to this the gathered orks
all turned and smiled as they saw the group walking towards them down the
road. “Boss!”
one of Two Heads’ Evil Suns called out as he walked forwards to meet them,
“Where ya been?” “Walkin’
Gorrid.” One of Two Heads replied as he dropped the corpse he had been
holding over his shoulder onto the ground, “Get dat inside.” The other
head added and he pointed to the body. “Yes
boss.” Gorrid said and he bent down to pick it up. “Take
it to me kitchen.“ Hazug told Gorrid and then he looked down at Ratish,
“Go find a dok. Get ‘im to come ‘ere. I wants to know wot we is up against
before we ‘eads back out to fetch Two Heads’ wagon.” “Yes
master. Ratish not be long.” Ratish replied and then he rushed
away. “Wot’s
dat for?” he asked as she released her grip. “We
were worried.” Sophie told him, “All of us. Well, not
Mayleth.” “So
is dat why me trukk’s parked out in da street den?” Hazug said, looking at
the truck and Sophie nodded. “I
got Thuggrim to assign a guard to Rhia.” Sophie said, glaring at the other
human woman. “We
made them clothes and bought them boots and such. But there’s a bit of a
problem.” She replied. “Wot
problem?” “Well
they want guns.” Sophie said, “They’ve seen the Evil Suns with them and
they want their own. There were a couple of fights when they tried to just
take some.” “Of
course dey want shootas.” Drazzok commented, “Dey may be Blood Axes but
dey is still orks. Almost.” And he grinned as Hazug glared at him
briefly. Hazug
grunted. “Salia!”
Sophie exclaimed, “Hazug, what’s happening?” “I
reckon dat Gorrid just got to da kitchen.” He
replied.
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