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Outriders of the Waaaaggghh

Written by Ben Hodges
ben.hodges@talk21.com

Shadowy figures moved through the ruins heading for the fortress in the distance.  A keen-eyed observer might notice that they appeared to be avoiding the pools of light cast by the burning wrecks of dreds and trukks in the streets as they moved.

Kraggar grinned to himself, he’d known that they’d have to call him and his boyz in some time.  He flattened himself behind an overturned rhino as a searchlight swept the battleground.  The rest of his boyz dropped to the floor too utilizing every bit of cover to break up their silhouettes in the light. 

The wall was still 30 feet ahead with a broad path of clear ground between them and the wall.  Kraggar checked his ‘tikker’, a new-fangled thing the mekboy had come up with to tell him when to attack, at that moment the barrage from the basilisks began. “Yup”, he thought, “S’right on time.”

He signalled his boyz to move out to the wall quickly while the distraction lasted.  His mob spread out and soon located the grill they’d heard about that led into the fort’s sewage system.  “Looks like them grots were right”, Kraggar muttered to himself, it had been a good idea to search out the survivors of the first assault from where they were hiding.  Some of the things they’d told him before they died had been very interesting indeed.

Working swiftly his boyz soon had the grill detached from the wall and had entered the system.  Kraggar took the lead and headed deeper into the sewers.  He lifted the first manhole he came to and peering out spotted a space marine patrolling the wall.  A wave of his hand signalled the rest of the kommandoes out of the pipe.  They spread out to cover the wall and on Kraggar’s signal moved to remove the threat.

Kraggar silently ran up behind the marine and, drawing his soot-blackened knife, struck at the weak spot in the neck armour. The marine dropped to his knees clawing frantically at his helmet, making faint gurgling noises before collapsing.  Kraggar tipped him off the wall quickly to remove any chance of the body being spotted and whistled to alert the rest of the boyz to his success.  A series of whistles replied, informing him that the others had done their work as well.  Checking his ‘tikker’ he saw that he still had two cycles before the main assault came.

He gathered up the mob and began to search for the control room. They headed towards the centre of the fort, after all that’s where the last ones had been.  Kraggar recognised the symbols by the side of a door as the ones he was looking for.  The boyz clamped their tankbusta bombs to the security doors and ducked back against the wall.  The powerful blasts cracked the doors in two and, as the smoke rolled out, four marines rushed out, firing wildly into the darkness.  The kommandoes opened fire behind them, many shots missing but some finding the vital joints of the power armour.  With a wild cry the orks flung themselves on the enemy.  Within twenty seconds the marines were dead, along with one ork who’d been standing too close when the bombs went off.

Kraggar grinned again with pleasure, the night was shaping up nicely. Plenty of fighting and still enough boyz left for the rest of the job.

Spreading out into the deserted rooms of the centre the mob soon discovered a lift shaft leading upwards, entering the lift Kraggar hit the buttons until it juddered into life.  When it came to a halt he rolled out of it, his gun held in front of him.  Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the corner of a red robe moving through an open doorway.  He ran in pursuit of the figure and stopped in the doorway in time to hear the tech-adept saying, “…reactor overload. Adept Dorn. Authorisation code 159358.”  The human reached out towards a red button then stopped to look in surprise at the thrown knife pinning his hand to the console.  Kraggar walked up to him shaking his head sadly and spoke in rusty human, “Now den, wot you wanna go an’ do a fing like dat for?  If you wanna live a little longer there’s a little fing you gotta do for me.”

When the assault came the marines put up a strong resistance but were eventually overwhelmed by the waaaggh when the searchlights and automated defence guns failed without warning.  The loss of the last imperial bastion left the entire planet under ork rule, paving the way for the Waaaagghh that would crush the humans for once and for all, or at least, that was the plan…

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