"See, I told you that you are a lightweight" Krieg snickered, running a hand through his hair as he watched the antics of Krom's drunken binge. "Sirz, yoos arr da liteweight" Replied Krom, who was currently lying on the floor cradling his autogun as if it was a baby. Krieg burst out laughing, clutching his sides "Coming from the guy that's talking like an ork" The Hive-Ganger added, now rolling around on the floor before Krom hurled an empty bottle at Krieg, who by some luck, managed to score a direct hit to the Hive-Ganger's crotch, causing Krieg to yelp as he rolled across the debris-covered floor as he growled through gritted teeth. "Nowz look whos da bigga manz" Krom said as he choked out a laugh, Krieg however was far from impressed as he leaped at the Sniper, his scarred hands closing around Krom's throat as Krieg attempted to throttle the life out of him. Krom was not idle, grabbing another empty bottle and promptly smashed it on the Hive-Ganger's head, making Krieg release the Sniper's throat before Krom slammed his boot into the Hiver's gut, Krieg reeling back as he clutched his stomach. Krom shakily got to his feet before he walked over to the prone form of Krieg, bringing his leg up as he prepared to deliver a axe-kick to the Hiver's skull.
Krom's boot descended but not before Krieg crossed his arms above his head, blocking the Sniper's vicious attack as Krieg used both hands to grab Krom's leg as he quickly got up, flipping the Sniper's leg over his own head, making Krom flip over and slam his face on the floor. Krieg snarled, curb stomping the Sniper's face into the floor as he pulled an Iho-Stick from a pocket on his bandolier before lighting it with a flick of his engraved lighter. Taking a drag of the noxious death-stick, he gazed out the window at the war-torn ground before him as he contemplated the vents that led him to being in his current situation.
Flashback...
"MOVE IT MAGGOTS" The Sergeant yelled over the din of battle, his Plasma Pistol howling as it cut down another ork as they charged at the imperial gun-line with wild abandon. The rest of the squad joining in as their Las-Guns cut down even more of the onrushing brutes, Krieg smiled as his loader tapped him on the shoulder, meaning that he had finished setting up the squad's Heavy Bolter as Krieg levelled the tripod-mounted weapon at the nearest ork whilst he yanked down on the firing toggle. With a scream, the massive weapon fired as it blew apart the ork into a green-tinted cloud of blood and gore, Krieg had no time to admire his handywork as he swept the onrushing ork horde with a torrent of fist-sized Bolts, blowing apart dozens of orks into bloody chunks of gore. The orks weren't idle however as an ork Battlewagon roared toward the imperial gun-line, shunting a ruined Leman-Russ Punisher out of its path as its killcannon roared as a high-explosive shell the size of a mans torso impacted a chimera to Krieg's right, detonating in a pillar of fire as the resident squad of Veteran's piled out of the flaming wreck as a second explosion shook the ground as its fuel tanks exploded, scything down the entire squad just as the last man dove out of its burning wreck.
Krieg snarled, turning the Heavy Bolter's fiery wrath on the Battlewagon's driver viewblock, the fearsome power of its rounds punching through the thin Plas-Steel covering and slamming into its driver. Almost instantly the behemoth slowed as its driver was now nothing more then a pile of mulch before an Earthshaker shell slammed into its side, impacting the cabin causing the beast to groan as it fishtailed then flipped onto its side in an earshattering scream of twisted metal. Krieg allowed himself to chuckle as the entire battlefield became so silent that one could here a gretchin drop his knife on his toe, Until an yell of "WAAAGH!" Roused up the Orkish boys as the roof of the Battlewagon exploded outward as the hulking form of a Mega-Nob loomed in the flickering fire-light. The towering Mega-Nob was armed with a blood-stained Eviscerator on one arm and a Kannon and ZZap Gun on the other before it yelled "WAAAGH!" once more, this time every single ork on the entire battlefield took up the feral shout as it's deafening yell washed over the imperial frontline as the orks charged forward with renewed vigor as imperial Las-Gun's and Heavy Bolters screamed once more. The Mega-Nob was close to two-hundred feet away from Krieg, but even so, the ork Mega-Nob's Kannon screamed as a shell the size of a head howled toward the squad of Storm Troopers.
Krieg saw it coming as he ducked behind the sandbags that surrounded the dugout, his loader was not so lucky as the HE shell scored a direct hit on his chest causing a torrent of gore and bone to rain down into the dugout. Krieg snarled as he trained the Heavy Bolter on the advancing Mega-Nob just as the Sergeant yelled "FIRE YOU MAGGOTS, FIRE!" With the rest of the squads weapons barked as orks were sliced down by the dozen, but yet they came on. Krieg pulled the firing toggle, but the Heavy Bolter had jammed on gore and bone shards as Krieg hastily began wiping down the bolt of the massive weapon in an attempt to turn its wrath back onto the orkish horde. Now the Mega-Nob and the mob were less then fifty feet away from the imperial gun-line and closing fast as Krieg finished clearing the bolt of his massive weapon-of-choice, with a howl he tore the Heavy Bolter off of its Tripod and levelling it at the closest ork as he pulled the toggle once more.
This time the fearsome weapon screamed as it churned out round after round after round at the approaching horde, each one turning another slugga boy into a cloud of mist as Krieg raked the ork mob. At this range there was no point of doing so and he didn't even bother to aim as the guns ferocious recoil made his arms go numb. Krieg's moment of glory was cut short as the Mega-Nob from before delivered a monstrous head-butt to Krieg, who dropped the Heavy Bolter before he hit the ground as he drew a Las-Pistol from his belt and levelled it at the hideous visage above him. The pistol hummed as Krieg pulled the trigger, the laser bolt hitting the Ork's left eye as it reeled in pain. Giving a roar of hatred the Mega-Nob drew its Eviscerator arm back to finish him but before he could finish the Hive-Ganger, a plasma bolt slammed into the orks shoulder as the Mega-Nob snarled as its ZZap Gun screamed at the Sergeant who turned into a pile of bloody goop as the red bolt of atomic energy destroyed him at the molecular level, leaving his Power Sword and Plasma Pistol in a neat pile of blood-red goo. Thinking quickly, Krieg scrabbled over to the remains of the Sergeant and, after ditching his las-pistol, grabbed both of the formidable weapons, the pistol in his left and the sword in his right before he levelled the hissing plasma weapon at the Ork, who had busied himself with slaughtering the rest of the Storm Trooper squad, as he fired.
The Plasma Pistol fired a bolt as hot as the surface of a sun as it screamed at the Mega-Nob slamming into the ammo belt for its Kannon before it detonated in a spectacular fashion as the ork howled in agony as shrapnel lanced throughout its body. Holstering the pistol, Krieg took the Power Sword into a two-handed grip and screaming a wordless battle-cry, he charged at the beast. A slugga boy tried to intercept him but fell back, half of its head missing as Krieg's Power Sword cleaved through its choppa and down into its skull, Krieg was already moving toward the Mega-Nob by the time the slugga boy hit the ground. Another ork stood in the Have-Gangers way, this one armed with Burna as is trained the improvised flamethrower onto the fast-approaching form of Krieg, with a howl, the ork's weapon roared as it spat a torrent of flame into his path. Krieg dropped to his knees onto the rain and blood-coated ground, with thanks to Newton's First Law, slid right under the stream of fire and brought his Sword up and cleaved upwards through the orks Burna and cigar while he slid straight through the orks legs even as it turned to let loose another torrent of fire, the ork snarling as it's fat finger pulled the rudimentary trigger. Realizing that there was no inferno caused by him, the ork glanced down in time to see the Promethium fuel that was spurting from his broken weapon was about to touch the burning ember of his broken cigar, even with its lack of grade-two intelligence, could tell that this was a bad combo as it turned away, trying to save itself just as the pool of fuel ignited, along with the ork's back-mounted fuel tank and the ork himself as well as anything standing within ten feet of him.
The Hive-Ganger roared as he planted his boot on the dead corpse of an ork shoota boy and leaped into the air before he brought the Power Sword into a downward slash as it cleaved through the shoulder of the Mega-Nobs gun arm, severing it with a spray of green gore and sparking wire's. The ork responded as Krieg his the ground, rolling to the side as the ork brought its chain-bladed arm into a strike meant to cleave him in half before the ork slammed the unedged side into the Hive-Gangers side, his Flak-Armour protecting him from most of the impact but the force behind the strike sent Krieg flying into the ruined and battered shape of the wreaked Leman-Russ Punisher from earlier as the world went dark.
Sometime later Krieg awoke with his head spinning as the adrenalin coursing throughout his body wore off, the full pain of his injuries became clear whilst the Hive-Ganger glanced around his new surrounding's. From what his aching body could decipher, he was inside a wrecked Gorgon super-heavy APC and adding to this was the fact that there was a fire burning in an empty fuel-bin, one that he did not start. His hand moved toward's his Autopistol as he silently drew it from is holster as he scanned the room for whoever had bought him here. A moving shadow in the corner of his eye afirmed his suspitions as he leveled the Autopistol at the shadow and called "COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" Krieg shouted, his voice echoing throughout the interior of the Gorgon. The figure responded with "Keep your voice down, Orks are still combing throughout this place" With his voice barely above a whisper as he stepped into the light. It was an imperial guardsman, lean build with a black grox hide cloak wrapped around him. "What's your name?" Krieg questioned, Not lowering his Autopistol "K-Krom, 4th Sniper, 5th Regiment, 2nd PDF brigade" Said the newcomer, his features wavering as Krieg's MK10 Voss-Pattern Autopistol drew a bead over his heart.
"Well then Krom, You currently have ten seconds to tell me where the rest of my weapons are before I kill you" Krieg replied in his usual icy-cold tone as his Hive-Ganger instincts surging to the fore. "Here, here just don't kill me please" Krom responded, as he tossed the Plasma Pistol and the Power Sword to Krieg, who easily caught it with one hand. "And why shouldn't I shoot you now?" The Hive-Ganger spoke, each word uttered with malice, "Because I have an unfulfilled promise that needs keeping" The Sniper replied. "With the promise being?" Krieg questioned.
"To kill the ork warboss Gutt'Smasha" Krom replied.
"Mega-Nob with one arm?" Krieg questioned, finally lowering his pistol.
"Yeah, but how did you know that?" Krom retorted, lowering his hands and walking toward the Hive-Ganger.
"Because your talking to the guy that cut it off" The Hive-Ganger replied.
"Nice, if we get out of this alive, then I own you a drink" Krom said.
"Deal" Krieg said, sticking his hand out at the sniper, who smiled as he shook it.
Krieg couldn't help but smile at that memory.