Authors note: I'm back with another chapter with your favorite green brutes. This chapter is a lot longer than the last one and has another battle for all you bloodthirsty fucks, that's right I cursed, this is M rated so, fuck it. I hope you guys enjoy and review, I'd like feedback on my work to make it better. WAAAGH!
Chapter 6: Hell on Wheels
Today had been a good day of killing for the Orks. Not only they found a new human foe to fight, but they also beat them badly, slaughtering most of the humans in the city, whether it were civilians or soldiers it didn't matter to the Orks, they just wanted to kill things. The new loot the Orks gathered was certainly something too, not only they had looted the abandoned army supplies at the former Astoria HQ, but the Orks were able to gain most of the army's tanks and make them "Orky".
After hours of looting and hunting down any survivors, leaving the once peaceful city of Astoria in ruins, Gorgutz and his horde were now preparing to leave the city in search of the survivors who retreated from the city. Gorgutz figured that following and killing the surviving humans would lead him and his boyz to more fights, and maybe some more heads for his pointy stik.
Gorgutz was now waiting for his personal transport from his ship to arrive soon, while observing all his other vehicles on the ground. Ork Warbikes, Warbuggys, and Wartrakks, the fastest of his vehicles and armed with big shootas or rokkit launchers, were the most numerous mechanized parts of the green horde, all vehicles made from the loot that Gorgutz and his boyz had gathered from previous conquests up until now, he had other vehicles while slower, still packed a punch such as the Wartruks transports and several other looted tanks he saved over previous conquests, including the new army tanks that were modified by the Mek boyz to fit Orks inside and were given two big Shootas on their sides just like all the other tanks, complete with a red paint job for speed like all Ork vehicles.
Along with tanks, they even had a few walkers such as the Deff Dread, a large clunky looking walker that was armed with a large klaw on its left arm and a large buzz saw on the right arm, along with two flamethrowers or "burnaz" as the orks called them, and a few Meka Dreads, a larger variant of the Deff Dread, along with a few supersized looted tanks such as the anti-infantry Kill Blasta, the siege tank Kill Bursta, and the strongest tank in the arsenal, the Kill Krusha, with a massive gun that is able to shoot several different types of shells to go up against anything.
But the Ork force did not stop there, for they even had some Squiggoths, large, four legged, tusked beasts genetically bred for war and were armed with a howdah on its back, used for Ork boys to ride it like a transport and arm it with several big gunz. Eventually Gorgutz's transport personal transport arrived, his very own Battlefortress, custom made like all other Ork vehicles, it was armed with a Deathrolla in the front, used to crush anything under it into paste, and had several big gunz equipped on it, gunz that could rip through infantry, vehicles, and pretty much anything it wanted to destroy. It was a worthy transport for any Warboss to have.
When the Battlefortress arrived next to Gorgutz, Skullsplitta and a big mek, who looked just as big as skullsplitta and was armed with what looked like a "swiss army" power klaw that seemed to have everything a mek boy could want, along with a mega blasta attached to his left hand, got off the Battlefortress to report to Gorgutz.
"Da Boyz are ready ta move out, boss. Da mek boyz made sure ta fix up all da vehicles 'ere fo da WAAAGH!" Said Skullsplitta as the big mek lifted his welding mask up to speak.
"Dat's right boss. I made sure me boyz made everthin all shiny 'nd shooty fo ya, even gave em all a new red paint job to make em fasta." Said the big mek proudly in a gruff voice.
Gorgutz took another look at all the vehicles he saw and smiled "Good. We needz our rides as orky and shooty as possible for dem humies." Said Gorgutz impressed with what he saw. "Ya got anythin else, Gearbitz?" Asked Gorgutz.
"Well, me boyz 'ave been workin 'ard on sumthin special fo a long time. I thought you should see it fo yerself." Said Gearbitz.
"Show me." Demanded Gorgutz as Gearbitz pointed at his "special work" arriving to the orks, making Skullsplitta stare with amazement.
All Gorgutz could do was laugh with sickening joy at what he saw.
"Now Dis! Dis iz sumthin special! I'z real impressed wit ya dis time, Gearbitz!" Said Gorgutz.
"It'z me greatest work yet, boss. Just wait til ya see em fight." Gloated Gearbitz.
An Ork warbike then pulled up close to Gorgutz, on the Warbike was an Ork biker, bigger than the other bikers, armed with a cybernetic arm with a buzzsaw attached and had a large scar on his right eye. His bike was also different since instead of the standard big shootas, it was equipped with Deffgunz, even heavier variants of the big shootas, and the bike also had a banner on the back which was the symbol of the Evil Sunz, and the bike had several spikes on it, especially on the tires.
"My boyz needz ta go fast, boss! We needz ta go fast now! Can we go git dem humies?! I want dem humies dead! Can we go?!" Shouted the Ork rapidly to Gorgutz.
"Your boyz can go, Bloodblitz. Just make sure ya save some of dem humies for us, or I'll gut ya like a squig!" Threatened Gorgutz.
"HAHAHAHAHA! Thank ya, Boss! Youse da best!" Laughed Bloodblitz madly. "Boyz! It'z time ta go! WAAAGH!" Shouted Bloodblitz to the rest of the Ork warbikers who cheered and sped off with Bloodblitz, along with some warbuggys and wartrakks, to where the humans retreated.
Skullsplitta stared grudgingly at Bloodblitz as his mob sped away to the road.
"Why did ya even let him join us? He'z nuthin but a crazy git." Questioned Skullsplitta to Gorgutz. "I don't trust him."
Gorgutz gave Skullsplitta a cold stare. "Cause he's good at what he does! Da Speed Freeks need a leader for dere Kult of Speed we'z have for dem. He may be a whacky git, but he's da best at goin fast." Explained Gorgutz. "And if ya question me again, I'll croak ya!" Threatened Gorgutz as he swiped at Skullsplitta's head, just barely missing it with his klaw.
Skullsplitta nervously replied as he shook in fear. "Um, y-ya boss! Course not, boss! I don't know what came over me." Said Skullsplitta.
Gorgutz then turned to Gearbitz. "Tell da mek boyz to get ready, we'z movin out! And bring ya new toyz too!"
It all happened in a blink of an eye for the survivors of the alien attack in Astoria. One moment they had the entire city locked down, and in the next moment they lost it. The last thing they could see before leaving were the thousands and thousands of "green skins" as the soldiers called them, swarming the city and leaving it in ruin. It didn't help that the army had to go slow to escort the dozens of civilians that survived the city on foot, mostly due to the fact that there weren't enough vehicles to carry them all. It left the convoy at a vulnerable position.
The heaviest support they had at the moment were two APCs which were kept in the back of the convoy, the rest were Humvees, about eight of them filled with as many troops it could carry, mostly Harrison's advisors, while the rest of the soldiers had to walk, disorganized and disgruntled, due to the fact that many of the soldiers were whatever remained of their squads that died during the attack, the highest ranking officer for these squads on the field was Sargent Johnson, since many soldiers that died at Astoria were high ranking, and commanding more than one squad would be challenging for Johnson. The troops and vehicles formed a defensive perimeter around the civilians in a straight line formation, with the civilians in the middle, the troops surrounding them and the vehicles surrounding the troops as mobile cover.
Harrison received orders from his new command, D.E.T.T., to rendezvous his forces to the city of Portland where D.E.T.T. forces, not U.S. military, had set up a defensive perimeter to combat the new menace. Harrison asked why they weren't receiving any support from the U.S. military and the reason for this was because they had been ordered to put the entire state of Oregon on lockdown, completely surrounding the state without letting anyone in or out except D.E.T.T. personal. Harrison still asked for reinforcements and command said limited D.E.T.T. personal were dispatched to his location to help out his convoy, he also asked if they were sending transports for the civilians and what happened to the ones ahead of his convoy, but command refused to answer his question gave orders to continue to proceed towards Portland.
Harrison still had a lot of questions on his mind though, especially concerning D.E.T.T. with their power. He knew that D.E.T.T. could pull a lot of strings from the shadows, but were they really so powerful that they had their own army? D.E.T.T. tends to keep a lot of secrets in the dark since they don't really trust anyone but themselves, but Harrison still wanted to know how strong they really were, and their infamous reputation of doing things themselves concerned Harrison, since he felt that his men and the civilians… his people, could be in danger of not just the green skins, but of D.E.T.T. as well.
Johnson and whatever was left of his squad, Jenkins and Harper, were walking along with the soldiers outside, close to the APC's in the back, much to Harper's dismay.
"I can't believe this shit. They send US? Us to guard the back? We should be in the front where it's safer." Said harper dismayed.
"It was a one in a million chance, Harper." Said Jenkins.
"I don't care if it was a one in a bazillion chance, I'm still pissed off they chose us." Replied Harper.
"I'm just pissed off that everyone died." Said Jenkins solemnly, remembering what happened to his fellow squad mates back at the city. "They were just… gone. Just like that."
Harper just rolled his eyes. "Oh jeez, don't be dramatic about that. People die all the time, maybe not by the green giant army, but they die none the less."
Jenkins felt hurt by that statement and angrily replied back to Harper. "What the fuck is wrong with you? We lost good people back there, have some respect!"
Harper scoffed "I have respect for them, except Frank, I always hated that fucker, but everyone else, I feel at least a little bit bad for."
"Even if you didn't know them well, they were still part of this squad." Argued Jenkins.
"I've been in three other squads before all this shit, you get used to seeing people die in front of you." Said Harper darkly. "Besides, we survived and they didn't. I know it's harsh but, tough shit, that's how life is."
Jenkins just shook his head sadly. "You really are an asshole. You know that, right?"
"Why thank you very much, sweetheart." Replied Harper sarcastically. "But ten other people said that to me before, so yeah. Leave the funny insults to me, geek." Said Harper as he flicked his fingers at Jenkin's glasses.
Jenkins would have punched Harper right there and now, but last time he tried that, he got his ass kicked by him so he knew better than to fight him. Jenkins also knew that now was not time to fight your own squad.
"So how about this night, huh? Sucks fucking balls."
Jenkins also knew when to not make jokes about situations as serious as this, unlike Harper who seemed to make a joke every second. That was always the one thing he never understood about him, even years of being his closest friend, he never understood why Harper would always say jokes. Sometimes they weren't even that funny and yet Harper kept at it, like it would help somehow.
"Private, I'm usually lenient about you being a chatterbox, but now REALLY isn't the time to talk shit about the night." Said Johnson sternly to Harper.
"Oh come on, boss. You know it was shit, and I want to hear your opinion about it." Replied Harper.
"The only thing you're going hear is me ordering you to shut the fuck up! Understood, private?" Ordered Johnson sternly.
"Of course, boss. Whatever you say." Said harper calmly.
"Thank you, boss." Said Jenkins relieved.
"Let's just keep moving in silence, alright?" Said Johnson to his men.
But Johnson would not get his wish when he started to hear loud noises from the distance behind him. Johnson and his men turned to see green figures in the distance, which were heading right towards them.
"Shit." Cursed Johnson under his breath when he realized it was the green skins heading their way. Fast.
Then different sounds could be heard from them, as if they launched something at them, Rockits. Seeing the incoming projectiles, Johnson switched to his CB radio to warn the convoy on all channels that the enemy was right on their tail. The same projectiles then hit at the convoy, exploding on impact wherever they hit, luckily most of them missed and hit the area around the convoy, although one Rockit did hit a Humvee, damaging it and killing anyone near the blast.
"Well, this night just got shitter." Quipped Harper.
The civilians began panicking and soldiers quickly mobilized to reinforce the perimeter around the convoy by spreading out off the road, with anti-armor missile launchers setting up positions to attack the Ork bikers, while Harrison relayed orders for the APC's to reinforce the back to make sure no Orks breach beyond them, while the rest of the Humvees with Harrison continued to escort the civilians safely. Harrison then received a transmission on his CB radio.
"Sir, we have several incoming tangos from behind, it looks like they have some kind of fast attack vehicles. Some are armed with anti-armor weaponry." Reported Johnson on the CB.
"Sargent, you and the men hold defensive positions, anti-armor support will be provided by the Javelin missile launchers that we saved. Do not let these green skins through." Ordered Harrison.
"Yes sir." Complied Johnson as he relayed orders to the ground troops to hold their positions.
The Warbikes were getting closer and closer, and the soldiers could see them more clearly now. What they saw right in front of them were more than a hundred warbikes, driving either on the road or off-road with ease and speed, hearing the loud motor noises that sound like angry beasts, getting closer and closer every second. Most of the bikes were armed with big shootas while at the back of the bikes were war buggys with the same armament and wartrakks that were armed with rokkit launchers, which explains the anti-armor the Orks have. In front of the warbike mob, was Bloodblitz himself, laughing madly because of the adrenaline of going fast, a thrill that he and his mob enjoys the most.
"Alright Boyz, ya know how it goes! Three points fer killin humies, double fo der scrap piles dey drive!" Shouted Bloodblitz madly. "Bonus points fo blastin der heads!"
"FIRE!" Ordered Johnson when the Orks were close enough, along with Orks firing back.
The army troops unloaded their rounds from their assault rifles at the Ork mob, while the bullets bounced off the bikes, some managed to hit their drivers and make them fall off, becoming obstacles to the other bikers who avoided the corpses of their fallen Orks without care, for the thrill of battle and speed was all that mattered to them.
APCs and Javelins fired at the bikes, blowing up their targets to bits with precision and accuracy, something the Orks don't really bother to do. Instead, the Ork bikes fired back with their mounted shootas, unleashing a hail of death towards their enemies. One of the army soldiers was hit by Bloodblitz's Deffgunz, blowing off half of his left side, making Bloodbitz shout madly.
"FIRST BLOOD! DAT'S THREE POINTS!" Shouted Bloodblitz as he continued to fire.
The Orks began their deadly barrage, blasting holes in several soldiers to the delight of the Orks, all while going faster than the humans, who held their position tightly.
"NOW I GOTZ A BONUS!" Shouted Bloodblitz as he blew off the head of another human, right next to Jenkins.
"Shit! Too close!" Shouted Jenkins before Harper threw himself at him, saving him from almost getting a hole in his stomach.
Harper quickly grabbed his rifle and pumped ten rounds into the Ork biker that shot at Jenkins, causing the Ork to fall off his bike, while his corpse hit another biker and knocked him down.
Jenkins was then helped up by Harper. "I owe you one!" Shouted Jenkins over the loud gunfire.
"Not if you're dead!" Shouted Harper as he led Jenkins back to Johnson, who was off-road next to two solders behind some rocks, one of them with a Javelin.
"We got to pull back, boss! There's too many of them!" Shouted Harper.
"We can't! We have orders to hold this position at all costs!" Shouted Johnson.
"But- before Harper could reply, the Javelin soldier next to them had his right arm blown off, dropping the Javelin and screaming in pain as blood poured out of a bloody stump of what's left of his arm.
"Jenkins! Take the launcher!" Ordered Johnson as Jenkins grabbed the Javelin, while Harper dragged the injured soldier behind the rocks.
"Medic! We need a medic!" Shouted Harper out loud, not realizing until now that the other soldier with him was a medic who began applying the proper treatment to the wounded soldier. "Never mind!"
Jenkins launched the Javelin and blew up an Ork bike close to Bloodblitz.
"GAH! NICE TRY, YA GIT!" Shouted Bloodblitz as he shot his deff guns at Jenkins, who was yanked away behind the rocks just in time by Harper.
"This better not be something I do all the time! You owe me two, by the way!" Shouted harper holding up two fingers.
With loud gunfire and explosions heard by the second, the humans continued firing at the Orks, not ever letting up their defense against the mob which was ever getting closer, the sounds of Warbike motors almost matching the sheer noise of the firefight going on between them. While Ork bikes were dropping, so were army forces by the bikes, each soldiers death would give the Orks an ever increasing advantage, especially when ammo was low and Javelins rockets even lower, they had to make every shot count.
The Wartrakks behind the Ork mob fired their rokkits again, this time they were aiming at the APCs to eliminate whatever armor support the humans had. Although the APCs tried to avoid the rokkits, it was too late, the barrage hit both APCs and the sheer force of all the rokkits caused two massive explosions, killing any soldier using them as cover. Johnson knew that without the APCs, the rest wouldn't survive this attack, and if things couldn't get worse, Harper said something Johnson had dreaded.
"Shit, I'm out of ammo!"
As the gunfire from his side ceased, Johnson realized the same thing when he ran out of bullets and had no spare ammo to load, followed by Jenkins who had no missiles left, soon everyone else ran out of ammo and had no magazines for their rifles, which meant they had only their pistols and combat knifes left. It also didn't take long for Bloodblitz to realize that his mob was not under fire anymore, which spelled bad news for the humans.
"FASTA BOYZ! DEYZ RUN OUT OF DAKKA!" Bloodblitz ordered as the Orks revved up their bikes and were now at full speed.
Johnson saw that the Orks would be here any second now and knew defeat was close.
"They're gonna ram us!" Shouted Jenkins with shock.
"Now's the time to run, boss! Or do you want to go medieval on their asses?!" Shouted Harper.
But running would do no good as the Orks managed to reach the remaining soldiers and sped past them, while doing so, they decided to stop shooting and use their choppas they were holding on to and sliced any soldier that was in the way. The first to do so was Bloodblitz, who used his buzzsaw like a jousting lance and caught a poor soldier, spaying blood all over Bloodblitz before the ork flung the soldier off while mowing down another unfortunate soul in his way, mashed under the spiked tires of Bloodblitz's bike. The rest of the army troops were swarmed by the Warbikes and were either sliced in half, beheaded, or run over by the passing Warbikes.
Johnson and his two squad mates, along with another fellow soldier and the one who lost his arm, still screaming in pain, were lucky enough to be save by hiding behind the rocks, the Orks too busy trying to catch up with the rest of the convoy to slaughter. The convoy then saw the Warbikes not too far behind, Harrison not getting any responses from before just confirmed that the position had been overrun. Harrison was now wishing for those D.E.T.T. forces to arrive now, seeing that without them, they would be doomed. The Warbikes were about to close in for the kill when all of a sudden, red laserds began hitting the Warbikes.
Harrison was shocked at this. "What the hell?"
Wondering where it came from, he saw two strange looking aircraft that looked black as night, firing actual lasers at the Orks from their front, then began launching missiles from the pods at their sides at the Ork mob, blowing up several warbikes, warbuggys, and wartrakks. The Orks fired back at the strange aircraft, but had no effect as their numbers began dwindling.
"BOYZ! WE'Z GOTTA GO BACK, LESS WE ALL GO BOOM!" Ordered Bloodblitz as the Orks began retreating, sparing the remaining convoy and civilians while speeding away from the aircraft that continued to fire until the Orks were too far.
The civilians began to cheer and praise the aircraft, pumping their arms in the air to show their thanks and gratitude. Harrison sighed with relief that the civilians were spared from the Orks, but was also filled with deepened sadness that most of his men died to defend them, making a promise to himself that he would honor them when this was all over. Harrison then received a transmission from Command.
"Harrison, do you read? Over."
Harrison responded relived. "Yes sir, we received your reinforcements. You saved us all."
"Good. You and what's left of your men will continue on to Portland. Our personal will escort the civilians to a designated safe zone away from the enemy."
"Yes sir, we'll get there as soon as possible." Responded Harrison to Command.
"Roger that. Over and out." The transmission ended.
Harrison, while had more questions about this whole situation now, since now it involves highly advanced technology definitely by D.E.T.T., he just had enough for one day and followed orders to continue on, the civilians may be out of his care, but he still had hope they will be safe under D.E.T.T. at least.
When the convoy disappeared from sight, the civilians were confused as they were left behind by the army while the strange aircraft stayed, which they assumed would help them be safe, but something about them didn't feel right, they were just flying in place, as if they were waiting for something. Then the unthinkable happened, the aircraft that just saved them began firing upon them. The crowd began screaming in terror, their cries quickly shut by the lasers, frying them to a crisp. It only took thirty seconds to end their lives, to become nothing but charred corpses while they're cries were left unheard, except by the surviving soldiers who saw the whole thing unfold. Johnson, Harper, Jenkins, and the two other soldiers could only watch in shock as their so called, "reinforcements", just killed what they were supposed to protect this whole time.
Little to everyone else's knowledge however, three slender hooded figures watched the whole battle and aftermath unfold from a distance and were deeply troubled of what they saw.
"Hurry, we must return home as quickly as possible. Darkness approaches."
The figures then ran away as quickly as possible from the scene, to bear news grave news.
War is coming.