"I thought that human women were proper and polite? She's…" Karak was looking down at Steel as he was being pinned on the ground by Casalie.
10 minutes before
"So what brings you here to our planet?" Casalie was leading them into the Ork encampment 3 miles from where they had landed. Forlon was about to answer her question when Steel piped up. "We were going to actually make a small outpost here so we could keep an eye out for other species. We're gathering up people to join our cause."
Casalie laughed a bit. "Heh, Necrons with Tau culture. You guys are almost alike, besides the big names and being alive, I guess." Casalie looked up at the sky, imagining all of the creatures that these necrons have never seen before. "It sounds like your leader is making you do suicide runs. Sounds like he's not very smart." Steel's head twitched a little. Steel was a very loyal man, so he didn't take too kindly to others making fun of Kan.
"Well, from all of our reports on Orks, their leaders trail right next to the epitome of stupid." Casalie grew a small anger mark. She never liked being insulted, even if she was walking right into it. Forlon was shaking his head.
"Well, while you too are arguing, I'm going to check on the others." Forlon glanced back at Steel as he was walking down the stairs.
Forlon still couldn't believe how big an Ork stompa was on the inside. It was like a small outpost, protected by fifty foot plating. He walked down to where Karak and the rest of the men were. Karak was pacing the floor while Spook was leaning on the wall, trying not to fall asleep.
"Dude, if you keep doing that, you're gonna make a groove in the floor" Rendal said as he was staring out a small hole in the plating. Jerome was just sitting on the floor, mending his gun in case something else happened, like the orks would decide to attack them again.
"How's everyone holding up? I hope nothing wrong has happened."
Karak stopped pacing and walked towards Forlon. "This is insane, not even possible! Orks never take prisoners, these are not regular orks. They have a human as their warboss and they even worship her! This has to be a trick in order for us to let our guard down."
"Don't worry," Forlon reassured him, "everything is gonna be ok. I know that these might not be our average day orks, but they have a human as their leader. She might actually be our first faction to join us."
"That's what worries most of us, she's a human! How many Orks actually take in humans as their leader, even more, allow to live!" Forlon just gave him a dismissive wave.
"Look, as long as she's keeping the orks from melting us down to sheer living metal, I trust her."
An ork walked into the room, carrying a big pack of glowing rods.
" 'Ey, our warboss sayz ta give ya these here glowy rods. She sayz dat dey give dem shiney gunz dem green boltz." The ork dumped them onto the floor and out came dozens of gauss rods. Forlon picked them up, examining them, making sure that there're no cracks in the rods.
"Thank you… Uh"
"Troy."
"Troy? That's not very… Orky…"
"Yea, da warboss seyz dat I needed a new name if I waz gonna be 'er right hand ork. It waz either dat o Mista Snuffapuss. Anywayz, she also seyz dat I gotta be ya guide when we reach da Resty Place."
Karak looked up from the rods. "What, the encampment?"
"Datz wat I seyz, didn't I?"
Forlon waved his finger. Karak just shrugged and went back to gathering the rods up and taking them to the rest of the men.
"We gonna be getten there in a bitz, so getz wat ya need and I'll be back to show ya out."
Another ork came into the room, laughing about something.
"Oy, Troy, da warboss be wrestling dat shiney metal thing. Wanna come and takes a looksee?
"Ya, I'm gonna be up in a bit. 3 Teeth on da boss, aight?"
"Metal thing?"
Troy just laughed. "Ya friend is gonna be a pile of scrap if ya let him fight on, da warboss is da best fighta of all da Orks ere."
Oh gods, not even one day here, and he's already causing more trouble than Forlon needed.
Back to the present…
"Had enough, you stupid idiot? I can go on all day" Steel grabbed Casalie's arm and tugged hard. She lost her balance and fell to the right. Quickly, he grabbed her other arm and twisted it behind her head. She struggled free and hopped back on her feet. Steel then made three quick jabs, all landing on their targets.
"I can go on all day, honey. You're fighting one of the 5'000 Elite Captains; I can go toe to toe with a legit warboss."
Casalie roared as she charged Steel. He side stepped and jabbed the back of her neck. Casalie didn't notice and went for a low kick to swipe him off his feet. Steel didn't give her a chance; he jumped and went for a kick to the head. Casalie ducked and tried to tackle him again, he sidestepped and jabbed her back this time. This time she felt it.
"What a cowardly way of trying to take me down, pressure points? Please, I can ignore pain to the point I won't even notice a bullet wound." She charged again, arms wide open to catch him if he tried to side step again.
"Well, I don't want to cause pain in single combat fights against organics. I try to take them down, painlessly as possible." He took her charge head on and jabbed the back of her head.
"There, that should do it." Casalie chuckled.
"I'm telling you, pressure points don't work on me."
Casalie charged again, but found that she was moving slower than before.
"Noticed it, huh? Took longer than expected, but I did it. I call it Copy Cat, since now you're under my control."
Casalie was still looking at Steel. "What do you mean by that?"
Steel raised his right arm. Casalie just chuckled but found that she also raised her right arm.
"No way… That's what you were doing!"
"Like I said before. You're really slow."
"I'm really slow." Casalie's eyes widened. She WAS under his control; she couldn't move or even control her actions. Soon, the only things she could control were her thoughts. Steel hit his neck and a second later Casalie hit her neck and was unconscious. Forlon sighed; this was an amazing first impression of them. But, Forlon thought, atleast he didn't kill her.
"Wut he do ta er? Speak up 'fore we smash ya ta pieces!" Steel picked up Casalie and walked towards Troy.
"I just messed up nerves and brain to think that I was her. She's just unconscious, give her an hour or two and she'll be fine." Steel gave Casalie to two other orks nearby. "Lost me all me teeth, dat guy done did. Now wut 'm I gonna eat, sludge?" an ork grumbled.
After an hour, they arrived at a huge encampment that the Orks called the Resty Place. It was as big as a city with walls surrounding the perimeter. A guard tower was seen every twelve meters away, meaning that this was a fort that would be hard to destroy.
"Don't look all surprised like dat, most of da Resty Place iz just big scrapz of metal. The towerz a just dere ta scare off any git that thinkz he can waltz in ere. Da real Resty Place iz about a mile long o so. Anywayz, get ya gear on, we gonna show ya where you gonna sleep, o wutever ya robotz do." Forlon was still astonished, but the ork was right. At first glance, the city was huge and looked as if life was thriving all around. But, on closer examination, he could see machines that simulated various noices and light generators. Even some of the guard towers had dummies that looked like orks.
The Ork stompa came to a halt, the stompas in the back did so as well. They stopped in front of a huge gate, almost the size of one of the stompas. An intercom came on line.
"Dis be da captan spe- GET OFF ME YA FRAKIN GROT. Dis be da capta speakin, we're at da Resty Place now. Clean ya quartas of a ya stuff, if ya leave anyting behind, I'm gonna sell it ya hear! Taday in da Resty Place, we gonna have stuff fa lunch. I say dat we gonna be havin stuff fa luch cuz I don't know what I stepped on comin ere. Maybe one of dem cow things, maybe even two more. Any wayz, GET OFF ME STOMPA!"
Steel walked over to Forlon and patted his shoulder. He knew that Forlon was having a small panic attack. First, Steel knocking out the Orks leader and now figuring out that the girl is just going to be like negotiating with an ork.
Casalie awoke from her sleep, finding that she could move on her own will. She looked around to see where she was. She was in the Resty Place, in her quarters. Her room was quite small, two rooms and one bathroom. She calmly sat up, reaching for a small box on top of a small desk next to her bed. Inside of the box was a picture. The picture showed a man and a woman. The woman had pale blue hair and was in some kind of armor, the man was wearing a helmet eating something on a stick. Both were smiling and hugging as though they were married. She felt something trickle down her face, a small tear. There was a knock at the door, she wiped her tear off and headed towards the door. Outside was Troy and Forlon.
"Dis ere metal man wants ta talk about sometin." Troy walked away without another word. Forlon nodded his head.
"I'm sorry if this is a bad time, but I need to talk to you about something."
"Yeah, let me get ready and I'll be out in a little bit, we can talk during supper."
Forlon nodded again and walked off. Casalie just watched him walk away before closing the door and getting her shoulder guard on.
"Gahahahahahaha!" Casalie grabbed another smashed Elcen leg before gulping down another mug of fighting juice. Steel was laughing as Forlon just stared into the distance.
"Just like you said before, human outside, ork inside. I wonder how you're gonna pull of your negotiations with a human warboss?" Steel yelled. The noise in the Eatin' Hall was almost deafening. Everywhere you looked, there were orks eating, fighting, throwing food at dancing grots, and orks singing in a drunken state. Only Steel and a few other of his group were enjoying themselves. Karak was trying not to get angry, while Spook was trying to get a passed out ork off him.
"This is futile, why are we even trying to talk to these orks. They're nothing but a bunch of savages."
Jerome stared at Karak before looking back at two orks trying to beat up an imaginary space marine.
"He says 'Barbaric or not, we have a job to do. We volunteered for this and, thus, we must see this through to the bitter end.' He's right, you know. We signed up for this, dude, so we have an obligation to see this through." Rendal patted a grots shoulder, the grot teared up and began to cry, hugging Rendal's metal arm. Forlon nudged Casalie's arm.
"We really need to talk, it means a lot if we can at least get on the same ground here!"
Casalie looked at him with a drunken face.
"We're already on de ground right here. We's are already talking right now, right Troy."
Troy was too busy fighting over a whole Elcen carcass with three other orks.
"Oh, what do…" she was beginning to wobble as she stood up.
"Hic… what do you know…" Her head hanged down and her near buckled.
"Did she fall asleep standing-"
"YOU!" She pointed at Steel. Steel kind of jumped a bit, not expecting her to recover so quickly.
"You have a nassty way of fightin… I was, hic, worried that you were gonna take advantage of little… ole me…" Forlon face palmed, as he saw Steel laughing.
"Gods, humans are funny when they're intoxicated. They can be prim and proper sober, but drunk, they become slobbering dummies. Come on I think you have gotten little too much to drink, you can beat me up tomorrow, ok?"
Casalie smiled and stumbled towards Steel as he stood up. She almost threw him off balance, but he regained it again.
"No, why… why would I do that, huh? I," She lost her footing and laughed.
"Look I'm gonna take her back to her place, alright? I'll be back and we can get a signal to the home world about us meeting the orks."
"You sure, you're gonna be alright? She's pretty mad about you beating her."
Steel chuckled. "I can take care of her, she's drunk as hell. I don't think she can even stand up right now without me."
Steel walked out with Casalie. Casalie was mumbling something about how metal people are polite.
"I can walk ok now, let go of me… I'm, hic, not asss drunk like before." She pushed Steel away as she wobbled around before finding her footing. She began walking along side Steel.
"Y'know, when I first saw you guys, I thought that you were here to end us. I sent that whole waagh to take you guys out before you could leave again. But, when I saw you talking to that Forlon guy and he was yelling at you, I thought that you guys might be alright." She chuckled as she stumbled for a moment.
"I never actually got to ask you guys, but why are you here, huh? What could you possibly want from a waagh like us?"
Steel paused for a bit. "We wanted you to join us, just like I said before. There's something coming, something that not even the dark gods can measure up to. If we don't join forces and fight these beings, then we're gonna turn up like the warp."
Casalie had a worried look on her face. She was concerned now, concerned for her orks.
"What are these being you talk about?"
"I don't know, I've only met one once and it wasn't a very nice meeting."
Minutes passed without any of them talking. They came to a small shack when Casalie stopped.
"Hey look, I'm really sorry what happened before…"
"Oh, how touching, two mortalssss talking asss if they are loversss. It would bring a tear to my eye if I wassn't ssso disgusted!"
Both looked up at the sky and saw a figure sitting down on an elaborate chair. It was wearing some kind of a suit with a tie. The suit was white except for the black tie. The creature was some sort of a man. His skin was tan but his eyes were pitch black.
"Oh my, hasssn't anyone told you that sssstaring is impolite? My, my, my, this isssn't very proper of you mortalsss, essspecially you, young girl." The creature pointed at Casalie as if she had stolen something.
"your clothesss are too reaveling, it isss far too revolting. I feel asss though I mussst change thisss."
It sucked in massive amounts of air, then it shot out a green and black energy ball. The ball hit Casalie. The force of the impact made her smash into the wall behind her.
"Casalie!"
"Ta Ta, young one. I will be back to check on you later! Geheheheheheh." With that, a vortex as black as night appear behind the figure.
"And when I return, I will turn these ugly little creatures into the prim and proper creatures that is required of them. After all, I, Xavier, mustn't have his subjects looking like mere peasents!"
Thank you for reading these stories. Here I am, looking on the internet about my story. I got to the views of this story. Almost 800 hits so far! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS KIND OF SUPPORT! I am also so very sorry for the wait for this chapter. Between school and band I'm getting pretty exhausted, BUT DON'T THINK I'M GIVING UP! Anyway, thank you for all this support so far.
NOTE: I know most of you have seen my other story Frost Wyverns. I will not be continuing that story, possibly. The Frost Wyverns will merge into this story with the Imperial Guard arc. I might add a little bit more of their background there, but who knows.
NEXT TIME ON FREEDOM'S LEGION: Casalie begins to act very strange and so do some of the orks. And when Xavier comes around and orders his "Proper Boys" to attack the ones who resists his will, Steel and the remainder of the Mighty Crushas are going to have to take out Xavier in order to save their friends.