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Gorbad let go of the stone around his neck, he had been inspecting for what must be the millionth time this week, and peered out over the bullet-ridden barricade towards the statue in the plaza ahead of the 'Umie warhero Yarrick. At its feet lay a host of corpses, some moving, others utterly lifeless. A few metres from the statue, three tall figures of eldar wraith-machines stood towering over the small figure of a crouched eldar seer. Gorbad knew what the seer was doing; waiting, llistening, predicting. Yet Gorbad also knew from his encounters with other seers in the past few months, that the seer would wait for gorbad and his men to make the first move. Gor' had learned that the sewers were a good way to surprise his enemies in the big hive cities of Armageddon. He chuckled to himself as he thought of how silly the eldar seer would look if he walked right up behind the seer and sliced his fragile little throat from right under his nose. Then, a stale realisation set in. That there was no sewer entrance anywhere near where the seer crouched. Well then, it must be time to bring in the kan boyz for some stompin'. Gor' knew the mad orks that piloted the kans and dread had been aching for some serious action ever since Gor had ordered them to stay put behind the lines 'till they were needed. Gor' signalled to the ork behind him, that he wanted the kans and dread sent in. The kommando boy just stared blankly back at Gor', obviously confused. Gor gave up on hand signals and crawled over to the boy, yanked his neck close enough to smell Gor's feral breath, and whispered hoarsely.
"Bring in them darn Kans and Dreads, yah 'Git, or ill break yer bones to bits and make soup of 'em fer the grots"
With this, the boy scrambled as fast as he could towards the nearest radiobox in an orky army crawl, of particularly uncoordinated splendour.
Gor' glanced back over the barricade as his subordinate fumbled with the communication device before giving the orders to the nearby kan and dread mob. The farseer seemed to twitch his head upward toward Gor as the radio order was concluded. Gor' saw the strange wraith machines turn ominously to face him and he felt his blood run cold. It seemed as though all the courage of Gork and Mork left him and he momentarily considered running as fast as he could in the other direction. But then he grabbed hold of the small stone tied around his neck and remembered his boyz were watching, and any fear shown by him to the boys would result in a mutiny. So with a steady thought he reminded himself that he was Gorbad the Gutslasher, killer of eldar, 'umies, and even metal boyz. He and his kommando team had led the boyz to victory countless times against numerous foes in the huge hive city. His thoughts were immediatly interrupted as a single rokkit flying overhead signalled the start of his assault. Th kanz and dreads were here and it was time to kick eldar butt! Thrusting himsel up and over the barricade in one big leap with the strength only an ork can muster, Gor' charged at the enemy in the centre of the square as the rokkit smashed into the torso of the first wraith-machine, causing the towering monster to come crashing down to the pavement. The seer stood perfectly still, as if unaware of its death. Meanwhile Gor's boyz made a deafening war cry, rose from their cover, and charged from all angles at the seer and his retinue. the kanz and dread were now firing several salvos of rokkits and unpredictable spurts of big shoota fire at the seer and his guards. Meanwhile one of the eldar machines turned its flamer hands to face a large group of ork boyz and flamed them to smouldering ash, while the other shot a powerful bright light towards the closest kan, causing it to explode in a massive ball of white hot flame. Shards went flying everywhere, downing several nearby ork boyz, but the kanz, dread and boyz, continued to advance. As Gor' reached the flamer handed machine. He raised his right hand high, and with a powerful swipe, brought his charged power claw, crashing down upon the weak-looking knee joint of the mechanical giant. Sparks and crackles and shards of burning hot metal flew in every direction as the leg buckled and the beast came crashing down ontop of him. Shouts, and gunfire were muffled by the huge corpse now ontop of him. Gor' tried to lift the heavy beast off himself, but it was far too heavy. So he tried ripping a hole in it with his power claw, but instead let out a shriek of pain as the power claw melted a hole in his right leg. Utterly enraged by being trapped under the beast while his boyz were left to fend for themselves, Gor' could do nothing more then shout out and hope that a kan might perhaps lift the heavy carcass off of him by pure chance. However, such luck did not befall him, and he had to lie there for several minutes before eventually the noises subsided and he could hear the crunching of metal followed by the momentarily blinding red light of Armageddon's sky.
He roared at the nearest ork, pulled his neck close to his chest and said.
"Me' boyz! 'M so proud of yer fightin' on my behalf while I took down two of the beasts"
He lied smugly about claiming the extra kill. The satisfaction was shortlived though, and he snarled agressively as one of his boyz shouted out.
"But boss! I saw grimjaw 'ere take out one of 'em, and I was the one wh...".
The boy was silenced as Gor' plugged a shot from his slugga into the boy'z head. He smirked as a nearby Grimjaw winced at the sight and stepped back behind some of the boyz. Gor' was now very pleased with himself having just taken care of two long-time possible mutineers with one slug, and decided it was even safe to go one step further.
"If any other runt 'ere wants to challenge my authority by tellin' me I didn't kill what I killed, or some other garbage, then he's gonna have the same fate as this grotty runt!" He bellowed, rattling his slugga in the direction of the lifeless corpse of the boy he just killed.
Silence pursued a short while after he made this threat, which gave Gor' time to remember the other important question on his mind. The Seer.
"So... which one of yah boyz was the one who killed the seer?"
Remembering his previous comment, he then added.
"I didn't get to kill 'im me'self out of pure bad luck, so I want to reward the runt who went in and took 'im out by letting 'im keep is head for a trophy."
None of the boyz shouted out, or even raised a hand. Gor' could feel his blood boiling as rage passed through him like an electric current. He shouldn't yell anymore at the boyz though after this fight, especially after the death of a fellow boy at his hands.
"Any runt who can tell me what happened to the seer, will also get 'ter be M' right-hand-ork. Bosspole and all". Slowly the hand of a nearby sruviving grot was raised. Gor' looked both shocked and impressed, but this subsided when the grot spoke.
"B...boss? erhm... I think you should know that the seer, erhn... the S...seer escaped" Gor' could feel his blood heating rapidly again as the grot seemed to realise its mistake in revealing the bad news to the boss. With intense effort however, Gor' managed to calm himself, remembering that he had already spilled some blood of a well-respected boy, and the boyz were surely doubting his fake claim to the killing of the second war-machine. So Gor' gave an uncharacteristic loud haughty laugh... Several moments later, the whole mob joined in, obviously relieved their boss wasn't going to kill any more of them.
"Ran like a coward eh? Rahaha, what a pathetic eldar boy he was eh? Well, dig in boyz, loot all the stuff yer's can find, and leave nut'n for the dead! Rahaha"
After he finished the sentance he clambered down from the dead carcass of the eldar machine, and subtly plucked the grot out from amongst the crowd of jeering, laughing, distracted orks. He knew the pathetic grot was bound to know more, because grots were always good at picking up sneaky information like that. And perhaps, if the grot had good enough information for him, then Gor' might reward him by allowing him to throw himself infront of Gor' as a bullet-shield in the next battle. Gor smiled to himself, as he thought of what a good, nice, and generous leader he was to his boyz and grots. Maybe someday he'd be as good as Ghazkghull, and then he'd have his own great rival to face, like Yarrick. While Gor' dragged off the flinching grot into a nearby building. The eldar seer watching him retreated back into the dark windowsill of the building above, and with the cold logic of a seer, began searching all possible future outcomes to find the best way to acquire his target. Frustratingly they all lead to his death at the present time. He sighed, then accepted that he would not be able to obtain the stone untill it was less defended, by the mindless, but brutal orks. He would have his chance soon. He could sense the coming combat. After all, the stone was certainly at no risk of being exploited in the hands of the stupid ork, who merely found the shiny object to be a trophy of his victory. The Seer however knew only too well, how valuable the knowledge contained within by the eldar soul was. He sat down and began predicting further into the future, to find an ideal moment to pluck the gem from the ork's carcass. It could not wait too long, for he could sense the ships of the ancients drawing closer. He knew that the imperial fleet was too weakened by the latest ork raid to even slow the ancients. And the unquenched desire of their star-god would soon find its goal. Unless ofcourse, the seer could complete his goal and retreat into the safety of the webway with the gem, to lock it away in the deepest depths of the black library. Once there, the mischievious, but vigil gaze of the laughing god, would keep it safe. The ancients must never obtain the soulgem. For if they did the eldar, and every other soul bearing race in the galaxy would be eternally doomed.
is that based on an army your making or is that just a story you've typed up?
looking forward to more to read
In the name of the Emperor and for the Glory of the Imperium... Gimme Back My Girlfriend! :(
Looks pretty good so far, though it would be much easier for us to help you if you put a bit more space between your paragraphs. This isn't grammar school but remember to always double-space your paragraphs because text that's too closely spaced together makes us want to stop reading.
when can i read the rest...i want more... very good a+
Currently working on I.Repent, Part one of the Lost Astartes Story
If anyone is interested let me know and i will share some unfinished product :)
Also have a codex, and miniatures in the works