"Keep movin lad!" Gorock bellowed out to Corva as the two continued to run down the streets of Commoragh. Corva thought it odd that the large ork seemed to know exactly what was going on and were they needed to go but right now the boy was more conflicted by other thoughts in his mind. Meanwhile Gorock was looking for the ship he was told to find with excitement, supposedly this ship would have a good fight waiting for him at it according to Jansar and in Gorocks own words. "That pointy ear may be trixy but she aint evaa gonna lie about a fight!" The old Ork kept looking about seeing the markings and the personal warriors of Jansar along the roads he needed to go. "Oye turn left ere!" he called to Corva as the boys suspicions were only suppressed by his hope of escape.
Corva looked about and would catch glimpses of figure disappearing into the shadows as if they were never there, as if the edges of his mind were attempting to escape his view. "Whats going on Gor... I mean boss?" he asked as he only began to take notice of how easy it was to run even in comparison to his days as a guardsmen. "How can I be this fit?" he thought to himself. He had been a prisoner for years now but his body had only grown stronger in his time as a captive. His bare feet almost naturally curved to the ground causing him to propel himself faster and faster as his chest expanded, taking in more air then he could ever before. His mind was crisp and clear even in this situation, running through the streets of Commoragh itself. Running from the terrifying Dark Eldar and if he was captured again he wouldn't be as lucky with his master as he was before but he felt no fear. He could see it, the markings, the Wytches that marked his path and almost instinctively turned down the right path without Gorock needing to say a thing. He was going so fast that Gorock was even finding it hard to keep up with the boys lithe form.
"Oye you grot!" Gorock called out but it was to late, Corva wasn't even at full speed and it was as if his body was forcing him to release all of his pent up agility, all of his energy in one moment but it did not drain him. Gorock could only smile at what he saw but at the same time it annoyed him to no end that this Grot would think he could out run the massive Ork who lowered both of his mighty hands to the ground and began to bound forward on all fours like a beast allowing him to at least keep up with Corva. "Oye git! Whats got you so worked up!?" He asked as he leaped forward in an attempt to run side by side with Corva.
Corva didn't listen as he could smell something he had not in some time and he only got more excited, a smell he never could notice until it was gone. The smell of an imperial ships exhaust, it filled the air about him and he only grew more and more intrigued as he could begin to see the outline of a more human ship protrude above the many empty trading stands that lined the last stretch of rode but before he could get there he saw someone standing there. A tall Incubi, the form was almost familiar to him but the armor was off, the color wasn't the eerier white and green but the black blades green writing that danced about its form was all to familiar to him. It was Guantla but why was she wearing the armor to Jansar? What had happened to Doane? He wondered as he continued to charge at Guantla instead of the ship now. If not for seeing Captain Telro, a man he had seen meet his father many times before he had left for the guard. What was he doing here?
"Ah Corva my boy... it has been some time..." Captain Telro said as he carefully slid around Guantla and smiled at Corva as he somewhat backed off as the mighty form of Gorock quickly approached. "Uhhh... Is that safe?" He asked as began to draw a plasma pistol from its holster to defend himself from the ork.
Guanlta stepped forward as the Ork continued to bound towards them and looked Corva in the eye as the behemoth tried to catch up. "Leave now! This is your only chance so do it quickly. I will kill you otherwise." She then stood forward and drew here massive Klaive in readiness for the bounding ork who had now picked up a large stand from the roads side and lobbed it at Gunalta with a cackle as his fight had begun. Guantla brought the blade down and sliced through the metal and wood with ease, cutting clean through it and starred the ork in the eye who was now standing across from her. "Shall we begin?" she asked as she canted her blade.
Sorry for the short chapter folks but right now im trying to decide how the story will go after this moment and I am hoping for any ideas you might have. Please tell me your thoughts on the story so far and what you all thin might happen. Thank you all so much for following me for so long and I hope to make more for you all soon.
