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Waaargh! Hazug! Prologue | |
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Waaargh! Hazug! Prologue |
For millions of years thousands of species had used warpspace as a means of travelling between different star systems. But few ever truly understood that strange realm and over millennia many vessels became lost, doomed to drift on its tides at random. Over time these drifting vessels would come together, either by accident or purposely joined by the crews doomed to drift with their stricken ships as they sought to expand their living space. These patchwork vessels could achieve massive size and were a treasure trove of artefacts from bygone ages and long dead civilisations. Occasionally
these space hulks, as humans knew them, would be ejected from the warp to
drift through realspace for a time until they were inevitably pulled back
into the warp. During these relatively brief periods a space hulk would
become a target for anyone close by. Humans would come looking for
salvage, hoping to discover something created by the ancestors but lost in
the dark days of the Age of Strife. On the other hand the greenskin
civilisations were more interested in the space hulk as a whole. Capable
of transporting millions of orks along with their weapons and gretchin
servants they made excellent troop carriers for their migrations. Thus
whenever one came close they would harness it, altering its course to
bring it closer to their world before boarding it by means of shuttlecraft
or teleporter and then let it carry them onwards. When they next emerged
from the warp the orks would have converted much of the interior into
workshops for the manufacture of even more weapons made from whatever they
could scavenge and the next individuals to come aboard the hulk would be
in for an unpleasant surprise. But
although the orks had become the most prolific users of space hulks there
were others who would use them as a means of transportation, slipping
aboard quietly and drifting through the warp unnoticed and infiltrating
the civilisations they encountered, working to bring them down from
within… Prey. The
genestealer crawled through the ducts of the spacehulk that had been its
home for the years since it had been placed aboard in hibernation by
advanced elements of the hive fleet. Ahead it could hear the intruders as
they searched the hulk for anything useful, not caring about how much
noise they made. Four arms made moving through the narrow spaces of the
hulk that could suddenly veer off in any direction either horizontally or
vertically relatively easy and it was a simple matter to get into position
to ambush a lone intruder. “Get outta dare ya bleedin’ runts!” the prey bellowed from below as the genestealer peered down from the darkness, “I gots me slugga right ‘ere. Now gets outta dare before I puts a few rounds into ya.” The intruder held a pistol in one hand that it pointed upwards towards the genestealer but before even a single shot could be fired the genestealer struck, lifting the intruder up from the deck and dragging it into the darkness.
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