Chapter 1
My name is ranger Adathare, trapped on the ork world Ghorla. I am writing this as a warning, a help, and a consolation to myself that I have done my duty. In the hope, that if not my mortal remains this record be found.
Me and senior ranger Aldire had undertaken the assassination of a troubling mekboy in the octarius system. This mekboy was one of the few who could manufacture their infernal fighta-bombaz. So we took it upon ourselves to eliminate the barbaric mechanic.
Landing on the planet Orrok we progressed through the outskirts of the ork encampment. we reached the high ground. The reek of their savage lifestyle still haunts me to this day. We slipped through their loose guard unnoticed (for they had setup flakka-dakkas on the ridge)and prepared our sniper gear. Nestled in nook under a rocky outcropping. I acted as spotter. The mekboy was giving a sales pitch to a nob. Master Aldire lined up his shot perfectly and across the encampment I heard the savage "Youz see da great fing bout MY Fighta is dat izz c-" Aldire's las ray pierced the meks head and removed the meagre contents.
The orks around were at first bemused but quickly sounded the alarm. Getting in was the easy bit, getting out was going to be harder. The watch on the flakka-dakka freaked and ran down to the site of the mekboyz unnatural selection, giving us the perfect escape opportunity. I was commending my masters aim when the ground beneath us rumbled. I looked up and saw the sky was filled with dark shapes. Another crash, but this one was much closer. "WAAAAAAGGGHHH" the air was filled with orkish grunts howls and insectile shrieks. Tyranids. My master and me immediately started to run. Unfortunately as we rounded a tent we came upon vast melee of slugga boyz and hormagaunts. A few orks had barricaded themselves into the more permanent dwellings and had started shooting into the melee with dakka- and deffgunz. We were attempting to skirt around the melee when a lucky, albeit stray shot from a deffgun hit Aldire in the leg. Before I could help him a hormagaunt jumped onto his chest and ripped him open. The hormagaunt rounded on me and hissed, obviously thinking of ways to harvest my biomass. I drew a powersword and nanokinfe, readying myself for its assault. Suddenly I felt a pain in my ankle, I looked down and saw a ripper sinking its teeth into my foot. Then the gaunt jumped at me and I narrowly escaped death by falling to the right and slashing its belly open. The ripper then attempted to eat my face but I quickly dealt with it.
I once again looked upon the melee. The Tyranids were winning because of sheer numbers, in the middle of the mass a nob and a warrior duelled. The nob was clearly having the worst of the fight with cuts all over its massive body. If that nob fell the other boyz would follow shortly. I grabbed Aldire's sniper rifle and shot the at the warrior's exposed eye, removing its malignant synapse. That bought me enough time to get away from the fight. At the time I was not sure which was the worse idea to go where the orks seemed strongest or to where it was most silent. But I simply jumped through a window into what seemed like an abandoned building. I scanned the room for hostiles and, when finding none, collapsed against the wall. I was tired, angry, and scared. After lying like that for about five minutes I started to think of a way to get off planet. I remembered the words of my master "Even the inferior technology of other races can, nay should be used and exploited. No matter its simplicity." But how did this pertain to my current situation? I could understand its meaning when fighting Tau, dark Eldar, even the petty humans, but Orks? There was only one way their barbaric technology worked and it was totally illogical, it only seems to work when they believe it should. When they believe it should! That gave me the craziest idea I have ever had.
please R&R. criticism is welcome.
