Wake Up Boyz
11/07/2020
For more than a Sixty Million Years Gork and Mork have watched and took joy in the antics and battles of their Boyz. The Orkz are Masters of the battlefield by the Will of their shared beliefs and Conquerors of Millions of Worlds by the might of their inexhaustible armies. They are the laughing and feasting Boyz dancing on the rotting carcasses of other races. Using Technology not even they understand, they are the Lords of War and Destruction, for whom millions of souls die every day, for whom blood is spilt and flesh is broken.
Everybody's blood and Everybody's flesh, the stuff of which a WAAAAGH is made.
To be alive in such times is to be one amongst untold trillions and trillions. It is to live in the greatest and most bloody times imaginable; this is a tale of one of those times.
Time did not pass for Hagob. One moment he was standing on a dais looking at the robot and his Boyz. All was quiet as a low hum started and then there was a flash of light and now. Now two things were the same. Now he could still see his Boyz and what looked like the same robot standing at a control console.
There were two differences. One was the noise. The beyond deafeningly loud roar of what could only be hundreds of metal maws all sounding off in an enclosed space. Humies would be deafened by it, bleeding out of their ears, and dying as a horrible crushing noise broke their brains. Being Orkz, a part of Hagob and his Boyz were overjoyed to hear the thunder of engines. They all began to lift their voices and raise their arms in coordination with the clamor and move to where the noise was coming from.
Except for the Ork Boy standing next to Hagob. He was on fire. Hagob started to beat out the flames on him and was joined by several other Boyz. When the flames were out the Ork Boy gave them a thumb's up and started to crawl away with the others. Hagob watched him go and then looked over the other Boyz. While not sure which had done more damage to the Ork Boy, the flames or the beating to put out the flames he could see that he was the only one to suffer a malfunction from the teleporta. At this rate, this thing would be wonderful for getting around the Rok without walking.
Hearing a commotion ahead of him and not sure how long it would be before the next group came through, Hagob hurried off the dais and moved toward the head of his mob. He found a barricade with a large gate blocking the exit from the dais room. There were about a dozen Ork Boyz working the barricade. They had a good assortment of weapons and all were in armor painted red and yellow with glyphs of a sun on them. More than a couple were not really paying attention to the mob in front of them but looking back down the corridor at something Hagob could not see.
One of the Orkz behind the barricade called out in a voice loud enough to be heard over the rumble going on and said, "Youse comin here for a match or a fight?"
Hagob pushed his way to the front and in a voice just as loud as the other Ork's said, "I emma Hagob the Smasher. Iz iz leadin a Waaagh given me by Gork and Mork dem selves. I emma here to getz all of youse to join up for the fun and glory."
The Ork behind the barricade was not impressed and just said, "So youse iz not here for da match den?"
Hagob looked down at the Ork Boy and knowing shooting his way in was not the best option tried again and said, "Iz am giving youse da chance to be in a Mighty WAAAGH. Don't youse wantz to getz in some really big scraps?"
The Ork Boy gave Hagob a strange look and then in a very simple voice said, "Looks youse iz either here to watch our mighty warriors battle it out in exciting mathces or youse iz here to take part in our exciting races. Which is it bubba?"
Once again knowing that biting off the head of this Ork Boy would not get him in he controlled his temper Hagob and decided to try a different tact and said, "What if I wantz to speak wid youse War Boss?"
The Ork Boy looked at Hagob and then said, "Wez got no War Boss, but youse can speak wid da Track Boss. He mighta be able to help youse out."
Hagob felt they were at last making some headway and said, "Wellz bout time youse started making sum kinda sense. Openz up and letz get busy."
With that the Ork Boyz by the barricade opened the gate and let Hagob and his mob through. During this time two more groups of his Boyz had joined them. They walked a short distance and then the corridor opened up to the largest open space Hagob had ever seen. Not having dealt with distances like this before, he could not say how far away the opposite wall was. The area to his front was open with a high up vaulted ceiling and had a large number of workstations like da Landing Bay had except there were many, many more of them.
At each station was one to three War Bikes, War Trikes or War Buggies. Some were disassembled, but most were ready to go. They were all makes with anywhere from two to four wheels and could handle one to three Ork riders. There did not seem to be any larger vehicles here, no cars, trukks or any kind of Mek. He could see some Killa Kans and Deff Dredds, although most were helping work on the various Ork vehicles.
He could tell part of the overwhelming noise level came from all the hammering and banging and testing of engines and not the occasional explosion and weapons test and all other work being done on the hundreds of War Bikes, War Trikes or War Buggies scattered around the open area. The main source of the all the noise was coming from an area where a huge mob of Orkz was gathered. It was to this area they were being led.
As they moved closer, he could see the hundreds of Orkz, they were seated on bleachers looking down into a pit. As they got even closer, Hagob started to be able to see through gaps in the Orkz. In the center was a very large pit with a road ramp leading down to the bottom.
Hagob's mob was being led to a fancier section of the bleachers when he was stopped by a group of the Speed Kult Orkz. At first, they just looked at him and he looked back at them. Then he asked them, "Whatcha youse lookin at?"
One of the Orkz, dressed in very greasy clothes and holding a huge spanner stepped forward and said, "Wez lookin at chew. Earlier wez got this feeling someting important was comin to uz soon. Wez first thought some new war bike was going to appear in da heatz or a new bigga shoota was gonna be demonstrated. Nows wez sees youse and think youse are da big ting? Whatcha doin here?"
Hagob could see the Ork Boy who had been leading them was not waiting for them. He didn't want to miss meeting with the Track Boss, so he took a quick look around and saw Dente close at hand. He reached out and grabbed him, yanking him in front of the new Orkz and said, "Here talks ta my main Nob here. He will fillz you in."
Dente was overjoyed and immediately started telling the Orkz all about Hagob and the vision as best as he could. Hagob headed out and caught up with the Ork from the barricade. He was standing by a group of large Orkz who each were sitting in a better built section of bleachers on comfortable cushions. All of the Orkz here had in one hand they had a mug of beer which Gretchin were refilling almost as fast as they were being emptied. Each had in their other hand each held a gold trophy. The trophy was a simple gold spike on top of which the model of a War Bike or War Buggy was welded.
Hagob took some interest in these. He wondered what they could possibly be for. Meanwhile his guide was trying to get the Track Boss' attention and not having any luck doing so. Now Hagob turned his attention to what all the trophy holders were looking at. Down in the pit, there were a couple dozen War Buggies, half were painted black and half were painted yellow. All were four wheeled, two Ork crew types. They were dodging in and out of a series of tall columns which were haphazardly standing at the bottom of the pit, while firing on each other with sluggas and big shootas mounted on the War Buggies. This was the main source of the joyous noise going on. The rest was all the cheering from the Orkz watching.
Like all Orkz, Hagob loved a good scrap and loud weapons fire. He looked on and quickly figured out the tactics going on. One of the black War Buggies had one of the golden trophies mounted on the front of it. The yellow War Bike crews were trying to capture that War Buggies while the black War Buggies were defending it.
Hagob watched the match and found himself enjoying the scrap between the Evil Sun Klan Boyz. To some it might look like a loud mess of Orkz and machines but Hagob could see the strategies being employed by both teams. That and the lack of crashing into each other and the number of hits being scored told him these Boyz were true artists on their War Buggies. He immediately began to see ways to use them in not only getting from place to place and from Ork den to Ork den and also in exploring the entire Rok.
While he was making plans, the Ork gunna on the War Buggy with the trophy leapt off his moving War Bike and flew through the air, expertly timing his leap so that he landed on top of both the driver and gunner of another War Buggy knocking all three of them off the War Bike and rolling onto the floor of the Pit.
The one who had leapt recovered first, moving quickly to where the other two were trying to get up. He kicked one in the head, spun on his foot, and used a double fist smash on the other one. When neither of those two got back up again after the blows, he let out a roar like only an Ork can. All the War Buggies in da Pit that were still running shut down so the drivers and gunnas could join in the roar. Then all the Orkz in the bleachers added their voices and the already loud sound in the area became louder than ever.
When they finished roaring at the top of their lungs, the winner went back and reclaimed his trophy from his War Buggy. The other War Buggies on both sides that could still move headed up the road ramp. A horde of Gretchin and Snotlings ran down the road ramp armed with a wide variety of spanners and began to take apart the War Bikes that did not survive the match. There were more than a couple Orkz that did not survive the match in one piece were also removed from da Pit by Gretchin and Snotlings. All were taken to various Mek and Pain Boy stations. Not necessarily the proper station for what they were, Ork or War Buggy.
From behind him, Hagob heard a voice call out and say, "Youse wid the funny skull on ya head, wez have twenty minutes till the next match, Iz will sparez you two of dem to tell me why you iz here."
Turning back to the comfortable bleachers, Hagob saw the largest of the Orkz standing up and pointing his trophy at him. Since he stood on the bleachers, he was looking down on Hagob and it did not help there were three Gretchin bringing him refills of his drink and a selection of fungus and roasted meat to choose from.
Hagob, not intimidated at all knowing Gork and Mork had set him on this path said, "I iz Hagob the Smasher. Iva been chosen by Gork and Mork to unite all da Orkz on dis Rok and lead dem on a Waaagh the likes of which youse cannot imagine."
The Ork picked up his refilled mug and then said, "I'm Earnhar and me and me Boyz ain't interested. Thanks for coming by. Stay around if youse want to watch the matches. Got a good one next wid two champs fighting over some engine parts."
With that Earnhar sat down again and paid no further attention to Hagob. Ork that brought him here took his arm and started to try and lead him away and said, "About what Iz thought the Track Boss would say. Now let's find a place on the bleachers for ya."
Hagob thought about making a fuss about being dismissed so easily and was about to when the Ork on his arm opened his continued.
He said, "Wez Evil Sunz can fight. Wez will fightz sure but wez got a sweet set up here and can race and fight all wez want here wid each odda. Out there wez donna have da room to get up and goes."
Hagob listened to what he said and allowed himself to be lead away from the bleachers. They did not get far when they met back up with Dente and the Evil Sunz Orkz he had been speaking with. Of course, with the break in the Pit action it was a little easier to talk.
Dente came straight up to him and said, "Prophet, this here iz Bush. He and his Boyz iz all excited about joining up with the Waaagh."
The grease covered Ork that presented himself to Hagob had no real distinguishing features except for being really excited to meet Hagob.
Bush said, "Wez, that is me and my Boyz woke up and just knew someting big was gonna happen. Wez always wanted to go racing up the corridors and go smash Humies and da odda tings we hearz about. Earnhar just wantz to fight in da Pit since he iz so good at it. Our War Bikes and War Trikes and War Buggies iz ready to hitz ds open road."
As if a lumen had been turned on in his brain, Hagob knew what he had to do next. It would be both Cunning and Brutal. He clapped Bush on the shoulder and then he said, "Glad to hav youse wid us. Always room for Orkz who want to get in a scrap."
Bush's smile got even bigger and then Hagob said, "Tellz me how do you get a match in da Pit?"
Bush might not have been happy with the Pit but he was an Evil Sunz and a Speed Kult and was glad and proud to tell outsiders all about what was to him the only way an Ork should live, at full speed.
Bush said, "Oh youse gotz to get a War Bike or someting and have someting youse want to challenge for. Then youse go challenge one of the champs to a match. Earnhar then sets the rules and youse go into da Pit and only one comes out."
With this knowledge a plan began to form in Hagob's mind. He said, "Hey, why don't youse guys show us youse super-fast vehicles. I betcha dey iz some truly powerful machines."
Bush's smile grew so large one would have thought his head would have split in two. He immediately led Hagob and his Boyz over to their workshop. On the way over, Hagob sent Dente and Codt to round up all the other groups of his Boyz who had teleported down here. Also, to see how many more had caught fire or had some other fun thing happen to them on the way here.
Over the next eight hours, Hagob met with hundreds of Evil Sunz Boyz and many of their Nobz. Word had spread about him being a Prophet of Gork and Mork, many of the Orkz living in da Pit wanted to see for themselves if this was true. He told and retold the story of his vision and the four strange Orkz he had encountered. Hagob was surprised when many of the Speed Kult boyz told him about encounters with other Orkz during test runs and parts raids, who had the same characteristics as those four Orkz in his vision.
After many mugs of fungus beer and something the Evil Sunz had stolen from some Humies they had found called whiskey, Hagob felt he had convinced enough of them to support his side. He called Bush over and put his plan into effect.
Hagob addressed the whole group who were now following him and said, "Listen up youse loutz. Iz hear whatcha saying. Youse iz tired of racing in da Pit. Youse wantz to get out dere and mix itz up wid oddaz."
There was a cheer of support from the Speed Kult Boyz which Hagob encouraged by raising his arms and cheering with them and leading the cheers.
Once the cheers died down, he then said, "Well wez wantz youse wid us. There iz plenty of scraps just waiting for us to getz into. Ta tellz youse the truth wez needz youse help. There iz so many scraps just waiting for us that wez can't get to dem all. Wid youse help we canz fight together then ride together and then fightz some more."
Once again there was cheering from all the Speed Kult Boyz. Hagob could see that they were pretty desperate to get out and do some real scraps. He decided to play on that and said, "But dat ain't the best part. Da best part iz that together wez can take over this entire Rok and when wez do wez can take this Rok to places with big open plains where youse can race for hours, fighting the whole way."
Once more cheers and a little violence rang out from those listening to Hagob. He let them go on for a while because he was about to ask them for something big. He knew he could take the Speed Kult Boyz in front of him and have many a good fight with them. He might have done that before but now he knew he had to think bigger. He needed all of these Evil Sunz Klan to fight with him and help transport his other Boyz. He also needed the Workstations and tools and spare parts and the Mek Boyz here to keep them running. For all that he needed to take this place and every Ork in it. From what he suspected and what he now knew there was only one way to do that.
He said, "To getz all dis done I needz a War Buggy and I needz a driver. Now youse iz all great Boyz but rightz now I just need Bush and his War Buggy so wez can make dis happen."
Bush was very surprised by this but all the other Speed Kult Boyz just let out another cheer and then they picked up Bush and raised him on their shoulders. They carried him off to where his War Buggy was with Hagob following very closely behind. When they reached Bush's Workstation, they tossed him on to his War Buggy's driver's seat. Hagob climbed into the gunna's seat. This War Buggy was armed with a Big Shoota and a pair of rockets. It looked pretty standard for a four wheeled War Buggy, which for Orkz meant it was a ramshackle mess. It was painted bright green with flame circles.
Bush looked back at Hagob and said, "So where wez off to?"
Hagob grinned and gripped both of the firing handles for the weapons and said, "Let's go hava talk wid Earnhar about why youse guys hav been hidden awayz for so long."
Bush gave a quick salute and then with loving care brought his War Buggy up to full throttle. With a sudden jerk and squeal of tires the War Buggy took off as the hundreds of Ork Boyz who had been following Hagob dove over, under and through each other to get out of the War Buggy's way. Once it passed, they all ran after it as fast as they could.
Sou watched the Orkz go running off after Hagob with a sigh of relief. All this time in his Killa Kan had not been too bad. No one had tried to kill him. Most of the oppressive noise had been deaden by his special suit and he had been able to snag more than a few beers during their time in da Pit. As an added bonus if Hagob got himself killed, the Gretchin here had told him about special races they sometimes held between Gretchin with some of them in Killa Kans. He could win special prizes like a barrel of fungus beer all for himself. If Hagob succeeded, then he would still be his number one Grot. Sou started to move over to the Gretchin part of the bleachers to get a good look at this match. Either way his future looked good.
Dente could not believe how bad things were going. Sure, they had great food and drink and met a whole bunch of wonderful new Boyz but not a single teef all day. Now Hagob was going into a fight without him and on a War Bike against other War Bikes in a great big pit and he would not have a chance to get any of the teef. He would need to have a long talk with Hagob about the proper priorities an Ork War Boss should have.
Codt had been in Ork heaven the whole time they had been in da Pit. There were so many injuries and maiming's he had never seen before. The Pain Boyz here got to do so much more with the high-speed fiery crashes and run overs that the simple slugga and choopa wounds did not give him a chance to work with. He had also seen how the Pain Boyz here had done some body modifications to the Speed Cult Boyz that were just genius. He hoped they would be here a while longer so he could help with some of operations after Hagob's match.
Litehead refilled his mug from the barrel and sat back down. Soon after they had got entry to da Pit, he had wondered off and found the Evil Sunz Weird Boyz secluded place and joined them. Since these Evil Sunz seldom left da Pit and even less often took Weird Boyz with them, they had found a series of rooms off the main area and installed noise dampening doors. Now he sat with them and enjoyed himself. He knew soon enough they would be moving on to recruit more Orkz and Hagob would need him. Until then he would just refill his mug again.
Hagob had Bush drive right in front of the Track Boss' section of the bleachers. Then to make sure that he had their attention he fired a few shoots from the Big Shoota over their heads. All except Earnhar ducked down. Once he stopped firing, they all stood up and looked down at him. Now that he had their undivided attention, he said, "Hey Earnhar. I wantz a match wid youse and I wantz it now."
Earnhar pointed his trophy at Hagob and said, "I like your way of getting attention. Have your team head to the starting line and Stew's team will take you on. Since this is your first match, we will just go with a standard Nob take down match."
When he had fired the Big Shoota over the Track Boss' head the noise level went down a little. After Hagob finished his next statement a strange silence fell upon da Pit. Hagob said, "Earnhar, youse haz gotten lazy, sitting around watching scraps instead of being in scraps. Youse iz not fit to be the Track Boss here. Your Boyz should be out running free and not driving inna pit. Gork and Mork has sent mez here to fix dat. No odda Boyz in dis match. Youse and me in da Pit for control of youse entire Klan."
No Ork could stand to be insulted. It went against every fiber of their being. When an Ork became a Nob and especially a Boss, they lived and died by their reputation. No Ork leader could let another Ork insult them, especially in front of their Boyz and under bosses. Earnhar had no choice but to respond. More importantly, no matter how lazy Earnhar might be, he was still an Ork Boss and would not let a challenge from another Boss stand.
Earnhar raised his trophy over his head and then bellowed out, "Youse are a bold one Hagob. It might have been some time since I took part in a match so thanks for giving me an excuse to do so. Listen up this next match will be me and Hagob. One vehicle each. Youse can use your driver. I will use the Red Rocket."
With that Earnhar left the bleacher. Several of his Nobz and Gretchin ran out ahead of him to get his war gear ready. Bush revved up his War Buggy and headed for the road ramp to enter da Pit. One thing was going through Hagob's mind: red. Every Ork knew anything red was faster than anything else. Now that he thought about it, he had not seen a single red vehicle anywhere during his whole time here.
When they reached what he guessed was the start point, Hagob said, "Bush whatz iz wez up against here?"
Bush pointed to the top of the road ramp and said, "Just that."
Hagob looked up to the top of the road ramp where a vehicle came over the lip into da Pit. It was halfway between the size of War Bike and a War Trukk. It was long and low with armored sides and tires also shielded with armor. Although he could not see the engine, even over the background noise he could hear its roar as it moved down the road ramp. There were a series of exhausts spaced around the rear of the vehicle in a circle and shooting out flames and smoke. He could see the vehicle had a number of weapons on it including rockets, linked big shootas, and a couple of sluggas. The most obvious weapon was the huge blade mounted on the front of the vehicle. Anything rammed by that blade would be easily cut in two. The most distinguished feature of the vehicle was its color. Every inch of it was painted bright arterial blood red, from its armor and weapons to its tires and exhausts. It had no glyphs or other symbols painted on it, only a solid color red. From all this he could see why he called his vehicle the Red Rocket.
Bush said, "You gotz a plan Boss?"
Hagob kicked Bush as a signal for him to get moving while he fired an opening burst with the Big Shoota. Hagob thought they had some time to come up with a plan since Earnhar would not want to take them out quickly. He had lost some status with Hagob's challenge and would seek to humiliate Hagob to try and win some of it back. Hagob would study him and try to find an opening to take out the Track Boss.
Buying more time was his first priority so he said, "Weave in between the columns and stay as far away from him as possible."
Bush started to pour on the speed and weaved a path to the first column. Hagob fired another burst from Big Shoota which like his previous shots all missed by a margin greater than he was comfortable with. The Red Rocket was much faster than it looked. No wonder Earnhar had not let anyone else have a red vehicle, he kept the advantage for himself.
This was the big reason Hagob wanted to take him down. Sure, a War Boss got the bestest stuff like he deserved but he didn't deny his Boyz the good stuff when he didn't have too. For this reason alone he needed to be taken down.
As he had thought, Earnhar opened with firing a rocket ahead of them instead of at them to force them in a direction he wanted them to go in. Bush swerved to the right to avoid the blast. This did not bring them toward the columns but closer to the Red Rocket. So close that they Hagob saw them headed straight for the front mounted blade.
Bush made to turn but Hagob kicked his shoulder so he couldn't turn and then let go with a long burst from the Big Shoota. For his part, Earnhar let loose with his sluggas, tearing up the ground all around the War Bike. At the last moment, both of them turned to their own right to the raucous cheering of all the Orkz in bleachers.
As they passed each other Hagob spun and fired a burst point blank into the Red Rocket. It did not do anything but scratch the red paint. Hagob was impressed by the armor on the Red Rocket but he was also heartened by seeing Earnhar do exactly what he expected him to do. He only had to outthink him now.
Bush turned hard and headed toward another column. Hagob spun and had to say he was truly impressed by the turning ability of the Red Rocket. Both the front and rear wheels pivoted and gave the longer vehicle a much tighter turn radius. Earnhar was on their tail and firing his sluggas again at them. Hagob's Big Shoota was limited to a front firing arc so he could not fire it back at Earnhar.
He could draw his personal slugga and let loose. His aim, even on the back of a roaring War Bike, was good and he managed a hit on top of Earnhar's head. Even as the blood splashed into the air, Earnhar accelerated and let loose with another rocket. Hagob ducked as this one almost took off his head and exploded in front of them forcing Bush to swerve again. The angle he turned at put them right in line to be cut in half by the front mounted blade again.
Hagob yelled out, "Stop!"
One thing about Orkz is that they did not really believe in brakes. Once you got your speed up who would ever want to slow down again. Bush applied what counted as braking by slamming the gears down into low and starting a skid. They did not stop but thanks to Bush's control they slowed down enough that the Red Rocket shot past the front of their War Bike. Hagob let rip with another burst of Big Shoota fire, this time at the rear tire hoping to slow Earnhar down. Whatever the tires were made out of they were top of the line. Once again Hagob scored a series of hits but they did not do any damage to tire.
Bush got the War Buggy going again and this time was able to make it to the first series of columns. They were not thick enough to hide behind but as he had down numerous times before, Bush weaved between them and changed his speed up and down to minimize the chances of their being hit.
Hagob's mind raced to think of a way to beat Earnhar. The only damage he had done so far in this match was a little nick on Earnhar's head. There was one spot he hadn't tried yet, the rear engine exhaust. To do that they would need to get behind the Red Rocket for enough time for him to do some damage.
Hagob kicked Bush to get his attention again and said, "Wez needz to get that git in the rear. Bring us there."
Bush said, "Listen Boss there is sumting ya needs to..."
Hagob kicked Bush again and said, "Just getz uz there wid no back talk."
Bush stomped on the accelerator and hit a hard turn to take them back into the clear center of da Pit. Earnhar saw them coming at him and started to maneuver the Red Rocket to ram them again. Hagob fired his Big Shoota and tried to get some hits on the exposed parts of Earnhar's body but only managed to give him a few minor injuries like removing one of his ears. Earnhar did not even bother to shoot back.
As the two of them closed together Earnhar looked to end this and sped up to his top speed. Hagob watched the two vehicles close on each other and began to wonder what Bush was planning to avoid them dying. About three seconds before they connected with each, Bush turned the steering column so hard the War Buggy went up on two wheels and has Hagob held on for his life the two wheels off the ground connected with the side of the Red Rocket and those wheels raced along the side of it.
As they reached the end of the Red Rocket, Bush spun the steering column again causing them to skid in a one hundred and eighty degree turn and now they were facing the rear of the Red Rocket. Hagob took a moment to beat out the smoldering flames on his clothes from the Red Rockets exhaust. Then he lined up a shoot at that same exhaust with his Big Shoota to try and take out the engine.
Before Hagob could fire, Earnhar fired the Red Rocket's rear facing Big Shoota. Bush weaved his way out of the line of fire. Hagob could only hold on until Bush managed to get them back into the series of columns for a brief relief.
Once they were there, Bush said, "Tried to tellz ya Boss. Earnhar has that ride tricked out with everything. No one has been able to out fight him or out race him. You or Gork and Mork have any idea how we win this?"
Hagob didn't answer as his mind raced for an answer. Now he was sure there was no way to beat the Red Rocket. He needed to beat the Ork inside it. Earnhar would not give up his advantage for anything. He thought for a moment of trying to dive on top of the Red Rocket and taking Earnhar out that way remembering the other champ doing that earlier, Earnhar probably had a defense for that too. Hagob could not come up with a plan. Nothing Brutal or Cunning came into his mind.
Just then Bush swerved out and deftly avoided another rocket from Earnhar. Hagob saw that he really knew all about the Red Rocket and how to deal with it. The answer struck him that suddenly. Bush really knew how to deal with the Red Rocket. Bush must have seen it in action many times and dreamt of taking it out one day.
Hagob said, "Bush can youse kill Earnhar?"
Hagob could not see the smile that came across Bush's face, but he heard it in his voice as he said, "Thought youse would neva ask."
Bush immediately left the columns and headed out into the open area. Earnhar saw him and started to follow. Hagob did not know what Bush had planned and did not want to ruin it so he did not fire and just held on.
They began a game of Ork and Squig. Bush kept his War Bike in front of the Red Rocket and allowed Earnhar to almost catch up to them before getting out of the way with an unexpected maneuver. Bush seemed to just know when Earnhar was going to shot and managed to not be where the shots and rockets landed. All the time he kept going as fast as possible.
Hagob had thought he knew what the top speed of the War Buggy was. Slowly though the speed increased more and more till everything around them was just a blur. It came to Hagob it was all the Orkz watching the match. They were all Speed Kult. They worshipped speed. Bush was giving them what they wanted and in return they wanted more. This belief in speed was making them go faster and faster and faster.
After what seemed like forever Bush finally said, "When I say, throw all youse weight back to the rear."
Hagob did not question the order and got ready. Even at the high speed, Bush had maneuvered them to the road ramp and started up it. A very frustrated Earnhar was right on their tailpipe.
"NOW!" Bush let out at the top of his lungs.
Hagob threw himself back as Bush did the same and pulled back on the steering column. Being on the steep grade of the road ramp, the War Buggy flipped over and into the air in a full three-hundred-and-sixty-degree arc. In a perfectly timed move the War Buggy came down right on top of the Red Rocket's cockpit crushing Earnhar and killing him instantly.
Somehow Hagob and Bush managed to hold on. This did not help them as the crash had crushed the War Buggy's under carriage, so they had no control over their speed and direction. The Red Rocket's momentum carried all of them all the way up the ramp and over the top straight into thirty Ork Boyz who had been so busy cheering they did not get out of the way in time.
All the crushed Ork bodies slowed them down enough they were able to jump clear and let the Red Rocket end its final run by smashing into a Workshop and killing another half dozen Orkz and a dozen Gretchin. All this carnage was a total joy to all the other Orkz who now rushed over and lifted Hagob and Bush onto their shoulders chanting their names over and over again.
Orkz did not feel much physical pain so it was not his injuries that was hurting Hagob at the moment. It was now seeing that Gork and Mork must have arranged all this to teach him an important leadership lesson. He did not need to do everything himself. He needed to trust his Boyz to do what they did best if he was going to take over this Rok for them.
Now he really needed some fungus beer and food. That had been some hungry work.