Waaargh! Hazug! Chapta 6
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Look!” he called out, pointing at the body on the table, “Ratish tells ya dat master ‘ad somethin’ for ya to see.” Behind him an ork in blood splattered clothing entered carrying a bag of sharp tools that he set down on the table. Then he looked at the body, staring in particular at the additional clawed arm before he looked up at Hazug. ”Da name’s Dok Bonesnappa.” He announced, “And I want six teeth for cuttin’ dis thing up.” And he jabbed at the body. “Six teeth?” Drazzok exclaimed, “’E’s ‘avin’ a laugh.” “Two.” Hazug said and Bonesnappa scowled. “Normally I’d charge two,” he said, “but as ya see dare’s extra bits on dis lad so I ‘as to charge for dem as well.” “But there’s just one extra arm.” Sophie said. “Tell ya git to shuddup.” Bonesnappa said sternly, “I don’t take orders from ‘em. Git lover neither.” “Ya’ll take orders from me if ya knows wot’s good for ya.” Hazug said and he placed two teeth on the table along with his pistol, “Ya gets two teeth or a bullet. Da choice is yours.” He added. “Two it is den.” Bonesnappa replied, placing his bag on the table, “I see ya is an expert at ‘agglin’.” “Comes in ‘any.” Hazug said as he tucked his pistol back into his belt. Bonesnappa began by lifting up the clawed arm and tugging it to see if it would break free. Then he pulled a sharp knife from his bag and cut away the dead ork’s clothing around where the arm joined his torso. “What’s he looking for?” Salia whispered but Sophie shrugged. Then as if in response to her question Bonesnappa spoke up. “Dis arm aint stitched on.” He said, “It’s meant to be ‘ere.” “’Ow is dat possible?”  Hazug asked. “Look at ‘im.” Drazzok said, turning his head towards Two Heads, “It ‘appens.” ”Nah.” Bonesnappa said, “Orks is meant to ‘ave ‘eads and ‘e just got another one, dat’s all. But dis arm is somethin’ different. It aint supposed to be part of an ork, dat’s for sure. Look, its got a shell.” And he tapped the dark blue shell that covered the dead orks lower arm, “Or claws for dat matter.” “Wot about ‘is ‘ead?” Hazug asked, looking at the bulbous head the dead ork possessed that lacked ears entirely. “Yeah, dat is odd.” Bonesnappa said as he leant in for a closer look. Noticing the larger than normal teeth he used his knife to prise open the orks’ mouth and peered inside. What he found there confused him even further, “’Is tongue’s all messed up.” He said and he pulled a pair of pincers from his bag that he usually used for removing shrapnel or teeth and instead used it to pull the dead orks’ tongue to that it was visible to everyone around the table. Unlike a normal tongue this was roughly cone-shaped, “I’ll bet dat ‘e couldn’t talk proper with dis.” He added, “And I think it’s ‘ollow an’ all.” ”But wot for?” Hazug asked. “To breed.” Mayleth’s voice suddenly called out from the doorway into the hall and the eldar woman came walking into the kitchen and looked down at the body. ”You know what this is don’t you?” Salia asked. “I have heard of such things.” She replied, “Though I have never seen one like this before.” ”You mean dead?” Sophie asked. “No mon’keigh.” Mayleth replied, “I mean a hybrid. I have seen a few of the purestrains though. My people trapped them for use in the arenas.” “Ya mean like our fightin’ pits right?” one of Two Heads asked. ”That is correct. “Mayleth answered. ”So wot is it den?” Hazug asked. “It is a genestealer hybrid.” Mayleth told him, “Part ork, part genestealer.” “Jeen stealer?” Drazzok asked, frowning, “Wot’s one of dem?” “A deadly alien predator.” Mayleth answered. ”Pah!” Bonesnappa exclaimed, “Dat’s squig crap dat is. Ya can’t take bits from aliens and stick ‘em to orks. Its been tried before. Dey goes rotten and drops off. Assumin’ dat da lad ya stitch da bits don’t just drop dead first.” “Ya said dat da arm wasn’t stitched on.” Hazug pointed out. “Ya can’t grow somethin’ dat’s only ‘alf an ork either.” Bonesnappa said. ”Ya can add somethin’ to make it grow different though.” Drazzok commented and Two Heads turned both heads in his direction, “I was meanin’ dat snotling.” Drazzok added and Sophie frowned as she remembered the events surrounding the snotling that rather than being only knee high had grown to massive proportions and run amok in the city. “I thought we agreed never to mention that.” She said. “Genestealers infect host species with their genetic material.” Mayleth explained, “It corrupts the offspring so that they are born with physical characteristics of both species. Later generations appear more like their hosts until they reach a point where more purestrains are instead created.” ”Why can’t Drazzok sense ‘em den if dey is part ork?” one of Two Heads asked and the other nodded and added, “Yeah. Good question.” “Genestealers share a telepathic bond between themselves and those of other species that they infect.” Mayleth answered, “Perhaps that disrupts their connection to your psychic field.” Hazug pondered this for a moment. ”So wot if we move some of dese infected lads away from dese genestealers den?” he asked Mayleth, “Would dat make ‘em recover?” “No my master. The genestealers’ control is not limited to a psychic link like the enslavers we encounter on the Isle of Selus. It is biological also. Once an individual is infected by a genestealer it becomes part of their brood forever. In Commorragh we would remove the tongues of those we captured to prevent them from infecting any of us.” Mayleth replied. ”So dis is for injectin’ somethin’ den?” Bonesnappa asked, prodding the dead hybrid’s tongue with the tip of his pincers. ”Exactly.” Mayleth said. “How many of them will there be?” Salia asked nervously, a look of disgust on her face as she stared at the body. “This is an early generation hybrid.” Mayleth replied. “And not dat old.” Hazug commented, “Maybe a year or so.” “Then the numbers of hybrids is likely to be few my master.“ Mayleth said, “Though there may be many more infected orks serving them.” “Dat settles it den.” Hazug said and he looked at Two Heads, “We’ll ‘ave to come up with some more wagons before we ‘eads back out.” ”’Ow many more?” Two Heads asked. “Enough to carry all your lads, my lot and Thuggrim’s.” Hazug said, “Plus any dat Batrug wants to bring with ‘im.” “Batrug?” Drazzok exclaimed, “Why d’ya want to take dat wazzok?” “Cause me wagon needs fixin’ and ‘e’ll be able to fix it better dan me or any of me lads can.” Two Heads replied. “Plus ‘e may ‘ave some extra wagons at ‘is workshop.” Hazug pointed out. “A couple of wagons aint much if we runs into trouble on da way dare.” Two Heads pointed out and the other added, “Even if we ‘as got forty or more lads. Dare was more dan dat in dat genestealer mob.” “What about your rhino?” Sophie asked, “That mounts a huge cannon.” “Too slow.” Two Heads replied, both heads shaking, “I wants to get back to me battlewagon fast before any thievin’ Death Skulls find it and start pullin’ bits off.” “Yeah slow.” Ratish hissed, “Like gits brains.” And Sophie pulled a face at him. “Krorden.” Hazug said, “’E’s got some buggies dat can keep up with trukks goin’ at full pelt and dat’d give us some extra dakka if we needs it.” And Two Heads nodded. ”I know where we can find ‘im.” He said. ”Dat’s settled den.” Hazug said, “I’ll go get Batrug while you go get Krorden and ‘is lads. Den we’ll all meet up back ‘ere. I reckon dat we can be leavin’ just before it gets dark.” “You mean we have to travel at night?” Sophie asked. “Not you.” Hazug replied, “I’ll take Mayleth and Ratish, but I wants ya and Salia to stay ‘ere and fix up da rooms for me lads. Use Rhia if ya want, but makes sure ya keeps an eye on ‘er.”   The sudden appearance of Octus Saval’s starship was as if a new star had come into existence for a brief moment before it faded away to leave only the massive interstellar vessel. ”Translation complete my lord.” One of the bridge crew reported. ”Auspex!” Saval yelled, “What is the status of the ork starships?” “They appear at anchor my lord.” The chief auspex operator answered, “I’m reading twenty-six capital ships plus more than fifty escorts.” ”That’s quite a fleet.” Saval commented, aware that the number reflected only what they could see. Even at more than five miles long each, a large number of ships could be hiding on the far side of the planet. “Wait my lord.” The auspex operator added, “There’s something else just coming into view over the planetary horizon. It’s ten, wait no, twenty miles, no bigger. Throne! Look at that!” and Saval’s heart skipped a beat as he looked at a visual display and saw a space hulk drifting around from behind the planet, one so big that it made even the biggest ork battleship look tiny in comparison. ”Get Mister Rell up here.” He ordered, “Get him up here right now.” A short while later Inquisitor Rell entered the bridge. “You wished to see me?” he asked. “What the feth is that?” Saval asked, pointing to the image of the space hulk on a nearby display. ”Ah yes. Our intelligence did suggest that the orks had a space hulk.” Rell replied, “In fact it’s key to our being here.” “Key? That thing could carry millions of orks.” Saval exclaimed. “Yes, about thirty to forty million I’m hoping.” Rell said. “But that’s the entire population of the system.” Saval said and then his jaw dropped, “Wait, you think the orks are about to leave don’t you?” “Indeed I do Mister Saval. Orks are migratory as you well know and I hope to use that to our advantage.” “So you want to trick them into leaving the Imperium alone and bothering someone else instead?” “Precisely. You catch on fast.” “But what about my plans to establish trade with them?” Saval asked. ”Oh come now Mister Saval, how long would such a deal have lasted? Sooner or later the orks would have either demanded that you supply weapons or technology forbidden under Imperial law or simply have turned on you and tried to take your vessel. Isn’t that what happened last time?” ”I got away.” Saval said, “Plus I made a profit while the deal lasted.” “Well this time you will just have to satisfy yourself with the fee I am paying you.” Rell replied and Saval frowned, knowing that the fee did not come close to covering his expenses, he had simply hoped to use bringing the inquisitor here as an excuse to be in the system while he tried to open negotiations with the ork warboss. “Of course.” He said, “What are your orders?” “Have my shuttle prepared for launch.” Rell told him, “Then wait here until called for. Hopefully the orks will allow you to approach the planet to collect us, but if not then my shuttle should be stealthy enough to slip past their ships in orbit.” “Of course sir.” Saval replied, “It shall be done as you say.”   As hoped Mek Batrug was able to provide two additional trucks, plus a trailer that offered enough extra room for all of the orks Hazug and Two Heads wanted to take along with them. Two Heads mob was split between Batrug’s two trucks, Two Heads driving the first one in the convoy while the mekboy drove the one immediately behind it. Then Hazug brought up the rear in his own truck with the trailer attached. Drazzok and the other Blood Axes rode in the truck with him, while all the madboys apart from Thuggrim who occupied the gunnery station up in the truck’s roll cage rode in the trailer. Moving around these were the three warbuggies of Krorden’s mob. Like Two Heads, Krorden was an Evil Sun and his buggies bore the traditional red paint of the clan. Each buggy carried a driver and a gunner with a twin weapon mount. In the case of these warbuggies the weapons in question were twin linked automatic weapons like those fitted to Two Heads’ battlewagon. Combined with the three single automatic weapons mounted on the trucks, that meant that the convoy could lay down an impressive amount of anti-personnel firepower if it had to. The ork convoy proceeded as far as the edge of the forest before Two Heads brought his truck to a halt and the other vehicles stopped behind it. “Wait ‘ere.” Hazug told the Blood Axes sat in the rear of his truck as he grabbed his weapons and climbed down. Unlike the last time he had come here, when he had been armed with just a pistol and a simple blade he now carried a custom rifle with a compact rocket launcher mounted beneath the barrel and a long bladed weapon of alien origin. “Yes boss.” Krask replied, nodding. “What about Ratish master?” Ratish asked. ”Ya can come.” Hazug replied, “Bring Cuddles while ya’s at it. Mayleth, I wants ya with me an’ all.” ”I aint waitin’ either.” Drazzok commented from the seat besides Hazug’s and he too began to disembark from the truck. Naturally enough Thuggrim also decided to accompany them. ”Wait oh great one.” He said, climbing down from the gun mount and picking up his own custom rifle as he went. Ahead of them Two Heads and Batrug had also disembarked from their truck while Krorden drove his buggy over to them and stopped right beside them, leaving the engine idling. “I don’t recommend takin’ da trukks in da forest at night.” One of Two Head said and the other nodded in agreement before adding, “Too much crap about dat can get stuck in da motors.” ”’E’s right Hazug.” Batrug agreed, “We need somethin’ bigger dan trukks to smash through dat lot.” “Den we go da rest of da way on foot.” Hazug said, “It aint far.” ”I aint leavin’ me buggies.” Krorden said sternly. ”Ya don’t need to.” Hazug replied, “We needs someone to stay ‘ere and keep an eye on da trukks. Ya may as well be da one to do dat. Just ‘ang about ‘ere until we gets back. Goddit?” ”Goddit.” Krorden replied with a nod. “Den let’s get da lads out da trukks.” Hazug said, “I’ll take my lot in first to make sure dat dare’s no one waitin’ for us.” Then he looked at Drazzok, “Ya better stay back with da others.” He said, “If ya can’t sense da genestealers den ya’s better off drawin’ power from all Two Heads’ lads.” In turn Drazzok looked at Thuggrim. ”Ya ‘eard dat?” he asked, “Go tell da lads dat dey needs to bring me chair.” “Yes oh great one.” Thuggrim replied and he rushed back towards the other madboys. ”And I’ll go get my lot an’ all.” Hazug added and he too headed back towards his truck. Upon reaching it he walked around behind it, standing between the back of the truck and the trailer that the madboys were busy unloading a sedan chair from. They lifted this onto their shoulders and as a group they headed towards Drazzok. “Okay den.” Hazug said, addressing the other Blood Axes, “Does ya all ‘ave ya sluggas?” and the orks sat in the back of the trukk all raised the pistols, “And ya choppas?” Hazug asked and an assortment of large knives were produced as well. Then Hazug looked at Thrak. As the largest of the group beside Hazug himself, Hazug had decided that he was the best choice to carry the spare belt fed weapon he had in his store cupboard, “Ya ready with dat big shoota dare?” he asked. “Goddit right ‘ere boss.” Thrak answered with a grin as he lifted the bulky belt fed weapon and Hazug saw that he had already prepared it for use. From his tone Hazug guessed that being given the biggest gun had offset Thrak’s annoyance at no longer being in command of the mob. “Okay den, dis is wot we gonna do.” Hazug told the orks as they all stared at him intently, “We’ll be at da front with Mayleth and Ratish. We needs to keep our eyes open for anyone layin’ in wait for us. Last time I was ‘ere dare was loads of ‘em. Now if ya sees somethin don’t go shootin’ ya sluggas at it. I wants to know first and I’ll decide wot we does.” “Wot if someone else sees us first boss?” Drogon asked and Hazug grinned. “Drogon,” he said, “we is Blood Axes. We is da sneakiest orks dare is. No one sees us first.”
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