With the squad of guards Frontier Town Governor provided me dead, his daughter fainted from either the terror at facing Orks for the first time or after having been finally overwhelmed from being in a confined space with Jurgen, and my own improbable luck seeming to have run out after decades of allowing me to survive impossible odds; I thought that I had finally met my end once those greenskins closed in around the cart I was cowering in once the shooting stopped. Orks weren't known to take Guardsmen prisoner unlike Eldar, and I had no doubt the small army that encircled and quickly overwhelmed the others would have crushed the feeble defenses Jurgen, Noble Fencer, and I were hiding behind once a few of the barbaric xenos approached the spoils of their victory.
At least, that is what should have happened when the silhouettes of half a dozen Orks encircled the battered carriage I was hiding in. Instead, it seemed that The Emperor wasn't done toying with me yet, as whether it was a miracle from the Golden Throne itself or sheer coincidence, none of our opponents bothered to lift the tattered purple cloth covering me and my allies before carrying it away. As thankful as I was for not meeting the same fate as the local guards, I could not help but to feel more terrified at having survived the Ork's ambush now that the immediate threat of dying had passed.
Nothing made sense to me, and as oblivious to danger as my dutiful aide could be at times, even Jurgen couldn't help but to wonder at the Ork's strange behavior.
"Sir, what's happening?" He whispered to me.
I hushed Jurgen with a quick hiss fearing that our unwitting captors could have overheard us, and not a moment too soon.
"Oi, did you boyz 'ear sumthin'?" One of the greenskins grumbled, their brutal tongue butchering the gothic language almost as effectively as their shoota had eviscerated the armored guards.
"Ya's jus' hearin' fings again." Another Ork said, much to my immediate relief. " 'Less dose humies 'ave sum stelfy boyz of dere own, but dat jus' means we get anotha sumfing to krump when we find 'em!"
The assembled Orks all roared in approval at this, startling Noble Fencer back to life at the worst possible time. Not wanting to see or hear how she would react, if only to preserve our flimsy at best cover until we could flee back to her father's estate and the safety provided by his household troops, I pulled her close against me to make sure she couldn't make any noise. While it was somewhat pleasant to have such a beautiful woman wrapped up in my arms, I was hardly in any position to appreciate her closeness given the circumstances.
"So, wut do you boyz fink Boss Brain Busta iz gonna want to do wif dis find?" An Ork rumbled, violently shaking the cart me and my remaining allies were hiding in.
Noble Fencer let out a muffled noise, presumably a shriek of terror, but thankfully the Orks didn't seem to notice thanks to my quick thinking earlier. If they had, then I am sure we would never have lived long enough to hear the only reason any of us were still alive.
"Pro'lly give it to da Blood Axe's Kommandos. Dey wuz sayin' they saw sum stelfy colors they culd use. Sumfin 'bout runnin' out o' purple an' needing more if ol' Evul Eye wuz chasin' us." One of the Orks complained.
The gathered Orks sounded uncharacteristically nervous at the mere mention of this 'Evul Eye', a name that I distinctly remember hearing several times when trapped behind enemy lines when fighting against Orks. Apparently some poor sod with worse luck than me had not only managed to earn the ire of all of Ork-kind, but their undevoted fear as well. Not surprising considering the wild stories I've heard about the suicidal commissar who ripped off an Ork's Power Klaw to replace his own severed arm and implanted a lasbolt firing eye into his head, but as much as I didn't want to believe such wild tales, after having done equally improbable things and hearing the Orks treat such wild tales as truth now, I couldn't help but to think that they were true. Perhaps there was some truth to the Commissariat's propaganda after all, or at least for those pieces that didn't concern my embellished exploits.
The reverence these Orks gave this 'Evul Eye' made him sound like he could rival the Ruinous Powers on his own. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have thought much about what an Ork considered scary. Perhaps if I wasn't as blinded by overwhelming terror and could think more reasonably, I wouldn't have taken what the Orks said next any more seriously, eventually doing what would turn out to be without a doubt the stupidest thing I have ever done in my long and ignoble career.
"Bah, dere's no way dat Commysaur wuld chase us instead of Ghazghkull." The Ork said, although their allies' nervous laughter afterwards told me exactly how little faith they had in their words.
The Orks continued the rest of their journey in silence, similarly to how Jurgen, Noble Fencer, and I remained perfectly still so as to not disturb whatever miracle was keeping us alive, no matter how uncomfortable it was to hide underneath a swelteringly warm purple cloth in the middle of a hot summer day. After what felt like an eternity, our unsuspecting captors finally dropped our ruined carriage in the middle of a small clearing in the forest before abandoning their spoils. Only once I was sure the last of the Orks had moved on did I let go of Noble Fencer, who was wise enough to keep quiet despite looking flustered enough to faint any second, and motioning to her and Jurgen that they could speak once again.
"Do you have any idea where we are, sir?" My malodorous aide asked, blasting me with the full force of his halitosis from within our cramped quarters.
"Frakked if I know." I told him. "I'm amazed we are still alive."
"Me too." He told me. "Must have something to do with the cloth covering the carriage."
"What makes you think that?" I inquired.
While part of me doubted the answer could have been that simple, experience had told me that whenever Orks were involved, the simplest and most absurd answers usually turned out to be the correct ones for some inexplicable reason. Not only that, but my Valhallan aide had never been wrong about his people's ancestral enemy in the past, his inherent knowledge of Ork tactics and maps having saved our skins several times in the past.
"Did you see what color those Orks were when they ambushed us?" He asked me.
"Yes, once whatever cloaking device they used wore off, they were covered in purple." I said, not yet seeing what he was getting at. "I don't know how we didn't see them before they started firing at us."
"Well, Amberley said that Orks paint their weapons and vehicles to make them go faster or explode more, so what if Orks paint themselves purple to make things invisible?" Jurgen continued.
I wanted to laugh at his logic, truly I did, but I could not find any fault in his reasoning. I distinctly remember Amberley making several off handed comments about Orks having some sort of latent ability to make things happen if enough of their Weird Boyz believed in something, or perhaps some other Warp based nonsense they had at their disposal, that did make the colors they painted their equipment do something. I had seen firsthand that red vehicles did travel faster than others of Orkish make, as well as yellow missiles exploding much more vibrantly when detonated by my aide's expert marksmanship in the midst of their own forces, so as much as I wanted to refute what my aide's reasoning, I had every reason to believe him.
Not only that, but there was no way the Orks wouldn't have discovered us if what my aide was trying to tell me wasn't true. Our bodies should have been clearly visible underneath the purple tarp covering us, especially given the number of bolter holes it had been filled with, but somehow the greenskins had failed to notice three adults huddled together underneath less than a centimeter thick piece of fabric.
"If so, that would certainly explain why they appeared out of nowhere earlier." I mused.
"Y-you mean those things can turn invisible with paint!?" Noble Fencer mumbled in shock, either from having watched the people we had traveled with being slaughtered earlier or at the utter insanity my aide were discussing.
"Possibly." I informed the trembling girl. "If that is true, then I believe we now have a way to safely return to Frontier Town Governor's mansion."
Noble Fencer seemed relieved at my declaration, although she was not nearly as thankful as I was at having an excuse to leave the Orks behind. I was certain that her father would be thrilled to hear about how Jurgen and I had managed to keep his daughter safe against the horde of greenskins that ambushed us, perhaps treating us to quite the luxurious stay while he employed other adventurers or perhaps an entire army to purge every last Orc from this planet while I watched on in comfort.
That seemed to be the best course of action for my continued survival, but of course, I couldn't help but to inform any nearby adventurers or guards who had not yet fled after hearing my warning about our survival. I turned on my comm-bead to instantly be met with a panicked conversation, the participants of which I recognized as the silver ranked adventurers I had accepted this quest with.
"Didn't Commissar say there was an army of these things in the forest?" Heavy Warrior asked his surviving squad mates.
Judging from how winded the Ogryn sized man sounded, it appeared that he had encountered several of Orks not long before I reactivated my comm-bead. How they managed to kill the greenskins when the xenos' shootas should have torn through their armor like paper was beyond me, but I was glad to hear that all of them were alive nonetheless.
"Oh shit." Spearman groaned.
Well, I was glad most of them were still alive, at any rate.
"We have to get back to the governor's mansion." An unfamiliar voice chimed in, presumably a guard that had volunteered to accompany them. "We have to prepare our defenses there in case these monsters decide to attack the governor."
Which is exactly what I intended to do as well, although my curiosity got the better of me in that instant and kept me in place as I listened in to see if Witch was still doing well. If I hadn't checked to see if my closest ally amongst the adventurers was still alive instead of focusing more on my own escape then, perhaps I wouldn't have needed to risk my life in such an absurd way afterwards.
"What about Commissar? We can't just leave him out here with those things." Heavy Warrior said.
For a moment I feared that Noble Fencer might have overheard the seasoned adventurer. It was only in order to assuage whatever concerns she still had that I made a declaration that I could only now call suicidal thanks to the luxury of hindsight.
"I'll be fine, just worry about yourselves until you can regroup with the others. A few greenskins are nothing that Jurgen and I can't handle." I told her, thinking I was only inspiring her with my feigned determination to keep her safe.
Noble Fencer cheered up with the small amount of hope my words had given her. If she had known what I was really like behind the façade I presented for myself, then I have no doubt she would have wrapped herself tightly within our carriage's coverings and never left.
"Commissar! You're alive!?" Female Knight shouted.
"Y-yes." I stammered, somewhat surprised that they had heard me, but not so much so that I couldn't use their own shock to my advantage. "I'll take it you had your own run in with the Orks? I can only hope they were as easy to deal with as the ones that attacked us."
Jurgen, in his infinitely unexpected wisdom, seemed to pick up on my confusion. "Sorry sir, I tried to tell you that you left your vox on earlier." He informed me.
I hardly had any time to lament my own failings, as it would have ruined my reputation in front of the other adventurers if I had taken a moment to let out my mounting frustrations with words that only a veteran Guardsman would dare utter. "Yes… the 'Orks' were… quite interesting… opponents." Witch purred, her sultry tone taking my mind away from how frakked I was to calm down.
"I'm glad to hear that. Any casualties?" I asked them, fearing the worst.
"No. We heard fighting nearby earlier, Commissar." Female Knight spoke up. "If you have any injured then I can come find you and-"
"That won't be necessary. The only help they can get is from The Emperor on his Golden Throne." I grimly stated. "Unless you can somehow breathe life back into a bunch of tattered corpses, I doubt there is anything you can do for them."
"Damn. How many people did you lose?" Spearman asked, the man-child finally sounding serious for once, much to my surprise.
"Jurgen, Noble Fencer, and I are the only survivors." I informed the adventurers. "The other six weren't able to fend off our attackers during the initial ambush."
I could have also mentioned that the only reason we survived was thanks to sheer coincidence, but I decided that it would be far better to omit that minor detail for the sake of building up my reputation once I was able to put this disaster of a quest behind me.
"In fact, we were just about to return back to Frontier Town Governor's mansion for reinforcements once we checked to see if there were any survivors." I said, certain that I had the perfect excuse to retreat back to the luxurious estate maintained by my employer for this mission.
In my shortsighted rush to put as many bodies between me and the greenskins lurking somewhere in the forest, I never did think to ask if the other squad had safely escaped or heard my previous warning. My palms tingled as soon as I finished putting on a show for the silver ranked adventurers, the face of Veteran Soldier dancing in the back of my mind as I realized how I managed to thoroughly sabotage myself.
"We were about to do that too." Heavy Warrior told me. "I haven't heard anything from Veteran Soldier's party since you were attacked. Maybe if we group up…"
"No, go back to the Governor's estate and inform everyone there of what happened." I reluctantly ordered. "If we are going to go on a rescue mission, then we will need all the strength we can muster in order to search for them and fight off any Orks we might encounter."
While I wanted nothing more than to have an excuse to return to Frontier Town Governor's side and the safety provided by his private army, it was more convenient and safer for everyone involved if the adventurers were to return and inform our employer of what happened. Not only were the silver ranked adventurers closer to the Governor's estate, and thus able to retrieve reinforcements to escort myself to safety far quicker than I could presumably do so myself, but after being carried through several kloms of forest for hours I had no idea of where we were. It could be hours, days even, before we managed to escape the Ork controlled section of the forest, let alone make our way back to civilization. After coming close to death on Fecundia facing similar circumstances, I knew exactly how pitiful my odds of finding my way back to safety on my own was.
"Besides," I added on as an afterthought, "I am the only one here who knows about the enemy we are facing. I'm already responsible for one massacre today. I would prefer not to have any more blood on my hands."
That was a complete lie on my part, of course, as the guards that had been accompanying me stood around like a bunch of whiteshields when the Orks ambushed them and were slaughtered just as easily. A part of me did feel disgusted at how needless their deaths had been, but considering it was their own stupidity and a lethal lack of self-preservation that got them killed rather than any mistake on my part, I didn't feel particularly guilty about what had happened. Still, that did not mean I would be so callous as to throw away the lives of more good men and women to ensure my own survival by requesting a rescue party. I wasn't lying about there being enough slaughter for one day.
"Then maybe you could search for Veteran Soldier's party before returning back to Frontier Town Governor's mansion?" Spearman suggested. "You would be the closest person to them."
"Yes, that is true…" I mumbled theatrically, trying my best to sound concerned when I only intended to stall for time in order to think of a believable excuse to wait until rescue arrived.
Unfortunately for me, there was a young, wide-eyed, blonde haired woman looking at me to do something on my right and to my left was Jurgen, who I could already tell was readily awaiting an order to start hunting down some greenskins. While I could effortlessly persuade Jurgen against a suicidal charge against any nearby Orks, I doubted Noble Fencer would be any easier to fool. Even if I did somehow manage to convince her that fleeing like the coward I was would have been the best course of action, after threatening her father the previous day, I did could not afford to risk angering my best chance of finding my way back to the greater Imperium or damaging my reputation with such a powerful individual any more than I already had.
Without any easy way out in sight, I sighed in defeat knowing that there was only one course of action I could take. I would have to somehow scout around in Ork controlled territory, avoiding an unknown number of invisible Kommandos and other Orks searching for a group of ill prepared who were likely already dead or else I would be branded as an incompetent coward for however long I was stranded on this planet. Not only that, but there was also the risk that the Orks could follow me back to the mansion and prepare an attack against it while I had a chance, a pitifully small one that was not out of the realm of possibility compared to other insurmountable odds I've overcome, to purge or at least delay the greenskin menace and bolster my reputation further than I could possibly imagine.
The only problem with taking the fight to the Orks would be that only Jurgen and I were capable of fighting them. I didn't consider Noble Fencer as anything other than a liability considering the frail looking girl only had a short sword to defend against brutish xenos capable of tearing her to shreds with their bare hands, so direct combat wasn't an option. Stealth was a possibility, but I could hardly keep myself concealed in a verdant forest while wearing a black greatcoat with crimson highlights. The only way I could do that was if I had some means of concealing my apparel, but the only material I had to work with was the ruined purple carriage covering… the same covering that Orks could somehow make invisible for both themselves and anyone they intended to kill.
My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach as I gazed upon my salvation, knowing exactly how stupid I would have looked if I was wrong and what was left of my squad were torn to shreds by the first Orks who found us. Every fiber of my being, sweating palms and screaming subconscious of my mind, was telling me attempting the only possible way out of the mess I found myself in was the dumbest idea I had ever come up with, and yet it was the only real option I had available.
Jurgen and I were apparently thinking the same thing, because all it took was a single nod in his direction for my intrepid aide to start fashioning some rudimentary cloaks from the carriage covering for us. I had been hoping to hear some sort of defiance to my insane idea or perhaps an alternative suggestion, but it seemed we were once again trapped in an impossible position with an even more unfathomable path forwards.
"Frakking Warp." I muttered to myself before addressing the adventurers that were still listening in to my comm-bead. "I'll look for Veteran Soldier's party and bring back any survivors we find."
"Don't worry about me." I announced with as much bravado I could muster. "I'll be worrying more than enough for all three of us while searching for Veteran Soldier."
I was forced to stomach my mounting revulsion at having to risk my life doing something so suicidally insane, listening to the silver ranked adventurers wish me luck as they returned to the safety of Frontier Town Governor's estate and watching Noble Fencer stare at me like I was one of The Emperor's own angles given flesh for my recklessly bold declaration. If I had known just how bad things would turn out, I would have abandoned the girl and ran all the way back to Frontier Town in shame if it meant avoiding the dangers I unwittingly set out towards.
"Are you sure you don't want my cloak, sir?" Jurgen asked me while we continued our search for Veteran Soldier's squad, or as I could only assume given the circumstances, what was left of them.
"No." I reluctantly told my loyal aide, holding back a groan as I stared at the tattered purple rags that covered him from head to toe. "You said it yourself; there wasn't a piece of cloth large enough for me to wear."
The past hour of our journey in the Ork infested forest had been especially tense for me as, unlike my malodorous aide and the skittish young lady clinging closely beside him despite his natural musk, I had no means of concealing myself from any greenskins we might have come across. Even if I did order Jurgen to give me his battered purple cloak, not only would my larger frame have left my legs exposed and given me a face full of my aide's distinctive aroma, I would not have been able to keep my sanity while sneaking around with a bloody purple blanket on my head. Despite all the proof we had seen towards its effectiveness, I could not bring myself to do something that by all accounts should have made me a bigger target than I would have been without it.
So, as much as I hated it, I had no choice but to let Jurgen and Noble Fencer act as my scouts under the belief that our plan would somehow work regardless of how counterintuitive it would have been against any other opponent. The only thing that made my current predicament bearable was knowing that my companions would be able to protect me before any Orks had a chance to spot me if everything went right. Any risks to my own personal safety were minimal compared to the dangers they would be facing, which was the sole reason I hadn't tried coming up with an excuse to return back to Frontier Town Governor's mansion when the ridiculousness of my plan became fully apparent.
My aide didn't push the matter any further, once again clinging to his meltagun while he and Noble Fencer trudged through the trees and shrubbery in front of us. While it was true that we could have progressed faster if he had been carrying his lasgun instead of the bulkier of his two weapons, neither of us wanted us to fight any Orks we encountered for any longer than necessary. A lasgun would require several shots to take down even a single Ork while the melta would take care of several Orks in that same amount of time. Not only that, but considering how my aide was relying on whatever invisibility an easy to spot purple cloak could provide, he would have ample amount of time to line up the perfect shot against any enemies we came across, if we weren't making an insane assumption about the repurposed cloth's capabilities. I could only hope that The Emperor would never give us an opportunity to find out.
Sadly, after entering what appeared to be yet another small clearing that was indistinguishable from any of the others we had marched through until that point, my palms started sweating for the first time since we first discovered the Ork presence on this planet, giving me just enough warning to remove my chainsword from its scabbard and activate it before a Kommando leapt at me from behind. I deflected the massive xenos' crude knife with ease, the Ork overcommitting to its surprise attack and left itself open, unable to pull back in time before I could eviscerate it with a single backstroke. Against any other non-daemonic opponent, that would have killed my opponent instantly, but the Kommando was no less resilient than its less stealthy counterparts and tried to hold in its guts with one hand and grab me with its other. I narrowly evaded the Ork's desperate attempt to fight back against me, leaping backwards and giving it enough leeway to pull out the shoota it had been carrying on its back.
For a brief moment, I thought my luck had finally run out as I stared at the poorly constructed barrel, gazing directly at a barrel my head could easily fit inside, fearing that this would be the end. Much to my surprise, I was not splattered across the forest floor in front of my aide and Noble Fencer as I should have been, but instead the Ork let out what must have passed for a terrified yelp of surprise for its kind and dropped its weapon in shock.
"ZOGGIN' 'Ell! DA HUMIE FROM ARMYGETTIN' FOLLOWED US 'ERE!" It shouted. "EVUL EYE HAZ FOUND US!"
The Kommado looked ready to shout something else, and I'm sure it would have called for reinforcements if my aide hadn't taken that moment to capitalize on its hysterical cries.
"Shut your eyes, everyone. I've got this." Jurgen announced as he shoved his melta through one of the holes in his cloak, pointing it directly at the panicked Kommando.
Having familiarized myself with my aide's favorite emergency weapon quite well over our decades of service together, I shut my eyes tightly and was soon welcomed by a violent white flash pouring through my eyelids and the always pleasant smell of a meltagun ensuring my continued survival. The Ork barely had enough time to scream before its charred corpse collapsed to the ground, not that I would have been able to hear it over the terrified screams of Noble Fencer behind me.
For a moment, I thought that we got lucky and only alerted one Ork to our presence. My wishful thinking was soon proven to be wrong as a cry for WAAAGH! came at us from beyond the smoldering corpse of the Kommando my aide took care of. By all accounts, I should have either run or stood my ground against however many Orks were attracted by the noise we made. Perhaps it was the mind numbing terror I was feeling, exasperation at the absurdity of prior events that day, or from sheer desperation to avoid attracting every Ork in the forest looking for a fight that I did something so mad that, to this day, I still cannot believe I did.
"Jurgen! Tear off a piece of cloth for me, now!" I shouted at my loyal aide.
Jurgen complied without comment or complaint, something I was incredibly thankful for because I would have been able to rationally explain what I was about to do. My aide quickly handed me a length of purple cloth as long as my forearm and I quickly set about wrapping it around my head, fashioning it into a rudimentary eyepatch. If Jurgen recognized what I was trying to achieve, then he must have had full faith in me since he didn't instantly burst out into laughter at my ridiculous appearance. All the better too, because he had an even more important role than I did moving forwards.
"Jurgen, take Noble Fencer with you and stand next to me until I say otherwise. Make sure your melta is ready to fire at my command." I ordered him, to which he dutifully followed as a trio of Orks rushed out into the clearing to join us.
I must admit, there was something almost humorous about the way the three massive xenos practically tripped over themselves in an attempt to slow their charge once they noticed me and the charred remains of the Kommando between us. If I hadn't been muttering every single prayer to The Emperor I could recall from memory underneath my breath, then I surely would have burst out laughing from the sight. Instead, once I was finished praying that I wouldn't die horribly doing something so outlandishly illogical that no one from the Vallhallan 597th, or Amberley's retinue would have ever let me live it down, I put on my most intimidating face and marched forward to meet the Orks.
As I made my way closer to them, I could feel the dread washing over them with every step I took. Apparently my pathetic disguise had fooled them, much to my shock. The three Orks were focusing entirely on me and not the amorphous purple blob plodding along to my side, making me envy both of my companions for being completely invisible from the uncertain gazes boring down on me.
Every bone in my body was screaming at me that I should be dead and attempt to make a valiant last stand, but I fought back the urge to die like the hero the Imperium believed me to be or run away like the coward I knew I was, addressing the Orks with the most authoritative voice I could muster.
"I, Evul Eye, have spent a long time looking for you." I snarled at them with whatever courage I could muster.
"Take me to your Boss, or prepare to end up like the last weakling that refused to obey me." To emphasize my point, I pointed at the still smoldering corpse before me.
"Dere's no zogginn' way you 'umie iz Evul Eye!" The bravest of the Orks shouted back at me in their crude tongue.
"Yeah! Da real Evul Eye haz a Power Klaw!" One of its companions pointed out.
"I didn't need to bring it to krump you gitz." I taunted back, even going so far as to mock the greenskins in their own barbaric language.
The two Orks that weren't fooled by my obvious charade let out a brutal roar and once again started to charge at me, waving their choppas around with little care as to whether or not they accidentally hit one of their own before me. The Ork that had yet to speak refused to move and I could only assume they had bought my ridiculous lies, much to my relief. I only needed one of them alive, and it would be far easier to manipulate them if they were alone and terrified of me.
"Jurgen." I whispered, closing my aides as I prepared for the blinding white death that would surely follow.
"Of course, sir." He replied. "You'll want to keep your eyes shut again, miss."
As soon as he finished warning Noble Fencer, a searing flash of light lit up the immediate area in front of me, the wave of heat coming from the melta beam hitting me with almost as much force as the pained screams of the two Orks who had proved that my aide's theory about the color purple was correct, never so much as looking in his direction as he pulled the trigger on them. The two Orks collapsed almost instantly, the melta making short work of them and leaving the other Ork behind them trembling in fear, so much so that I almost thought they were going to bash their own skull in rather than risk running away from me.
"Don't move, Ork." I shouted at the last remaining greenskin who froze at my command. "Take me to your Boss, and maybe I won't burn you alive with my eye like I did the others."
For a moment, I thought the Ork realized the absurdity of everything that had happened and was about to fill me full of bolter slugs with the shoota strapped to its back. Instead, I let out a sigh of relief as the Ork gave a salute that brought to mind a few of the repeat troublemakers I had come to very well thanks to their mischievous natures.
" 'Aight, commysaur. I ken do dat." The Ork said.
I thought that would have been the end of our discussion, but apparently the Ork really was more intelligent than the rest of its kind, and it had a question of its own it wanted to ask me before we proceeded.
"Wot does ya want wif Boss Brain Busta anyway?" It inquired.
"What do I want to do?" I repeated, more so out of dread knowing what I needed to do next rather than any surprise on my part. "I want to show your Boss who's the 'ardest fighter on the planet."
It was only when I saw that greenskin flash its fangs at me in what might have been a joyful grin for its kind, which was nothing short of mortifying considering it belonged to an Ork, that I realized I had landed myself into even more trouble than I had initially bargained for.
Comments:
bodydropped505: I really enjoyed this. Don't let the lore Nazis get to you. This is a great story that I hope you'll finish one day.
As I said in a previous Author's Corner, I will happily ignore pointless lore details, such as ammo constraints, for the sake of making the story entertaining. With that said, the ONLY concessions I will be making in defiance of lore of either universe will be for the sake of fun. This is fan fiction after all, what's the point of redoing the same story ad Infinium or making so many changes and spit on the established universes while ripping off another one that I might as well sod off and write my own book? The former is one step away from plagiarism and the later has the modern movie industry, comics industry, video game industry... entertainment in general, come to think of it.
Kinda off topic, but there's a reason I had been spending so much of my time writing. Don't worry, I will be back. Eventually...
Another anonymous "Guest": Ork-speak is wonderful thing, but can you tune it down a bit?
Don't worry, I have no plans on doing paragraph of full Ork speak EVER AGAIN. Believe me when I say that bit was more painful to type out than to read.
Author's Corner:
GUESS WHO'S BACK?
That's right, the hiatus is over... I hope. I will be able to upload regularly again, although releases will more than likely be occurring once a month until I can create another backlog in order to have some insurance against going two months without an upload again.
On a completely unrelated note, since I have no pride or shame at all, I want to announce that I have been working on another crossover fic while I was on hiatus because creating more work for yourself is something that any sane writer would do! So yeah, if you like happy and/or depressed gas mask noises, my new W40K and RWBY crossover will not disappoint.
As always, thank you all for sticking with me as long as you have! I hope to see you all again real soon.
