Throughout my long and inglorious career I have found myself forced to lead several ragtag armies filled with unconventional troops to avoid certain death. Starving civilians, suicidal Emperor Worshipers, a lovely Inquisitor and her entourage, a decimated regiment well on their way to becoming a penal legion before my timely intervention, and even a Tau ambassador on two notable occasions; these were only some of the more memorable individuals who I have had the managed to fool into following my every word. If given the choice, I would have to say the most outrageous group who have charged into battle under my name were the civilian misfits that reclaimed Perlia, as not only did we take back the planet merely by coincidence on our journey to escape to the northern hemisphere safely monitored by the Imperial Guard, but because there were hardly any members of those brave few who had any previous combat experience. Even now, I can hardly believe any of us survived the constant skirmishes against the greenskins that plagued us until my fateful and completely unexpected victory against the Warboss that had nearly taken control of Perlia's southern hemisphere.
Of course I felt reasonably certain that no matter how overblown my reputation for over the top heroics was, no reasonable person would ever believe who, or more precisely, what, was gathering behind me as I marched to the boss of this planet's Ork infestation. I should have known from the very first moment I managed to intimidate an Ork Kommando into following my every word that my current predicament would only grow more outrageous as time marched on. Unfortunately, I was still feeling too elated from having fooled the simpleminded greenskin into escorting me to his Boss that I didn't think of the possible repercussions that would arise from impersonating Ork-kind's most revered enemy.
Apparently the Orks of this planet had fled from that very enemy after the Third Battle for Armageddon, if the xenos' words were to be believed. I had personally never heard of a Second Battle for Armageddon, let alone a third, so while I did not find myself fully believing the Kommando's accounts of a man who supposedly replaced his own severed arm with a Power Klaw mid battle, I could not deny the other evidence in front of me that proved something had taken place to drive the Orks I had seen so far away from whatever WAAAGH! they had once been a part of.
If the Kommando acting as my main escort was to be believed, the greenskin's newest leader, Big Boss Brain Busta, promised his current army a better fight than their previous Warboss gave them before taking them to the forest outside of Frontier Town Governor's estate. I could hardly understand what the lumbering brute was trying to tell me as it escorted me to its leader like I asked it too previously, as not only was I unable to understand the brutalized version of Low Gothic it had beaten into submission, but rather because I was more focused on the sheer number of greenskins it passed by. The only thing I could make out in between the greenskin's bestial grunts and sad facsimile of Low Gothic was its blatant hatred for the Warboss it readily left in order to organize its assassination by my hand.
There had to be hundreds, if not thousands, of the marauding xenos scattered throughout the forest based on the numbers I had been able to personally verify. Judging by how they too let out a series of mangled curses and occasional disparaging hand gestures whenever the Ork Kommando or I mentioned Brain Busta, it seemed as if the Warboss had the same life expectancy and a trigger happy Commissar. I made sure to whisper an order to Jurgen so he knew to only fire his meltagun at the targets I ordered him to take down to avoid any unnecessary confrontations and allow me to gain as many allies as possible for my inevitable confrontation with the Warboss. My malodorous aide did find plenty of occasions to use his melta, as several of the Orks we came across were none too keen on letting a human walk past them without trying to 'krump' them, much to his obvious enjoyment. As for me, while I would have felt slightly relieved at removing one more threat to my imminent survival, whether it was by letting Jurgen take care of any possible resistance or convincing one more greenskin to start killing its own kind, every Ork I swindled into believing I could kill with my 'evul eye' soon started to march behind me.
I wasn't too concerned when Jurgen managed to liquify the first few Orks that tried to challenge me or when their surviving allies started rallying behind me out of admiration or sheer terror. If anything, the presence of a few dozen massive xenos chanting my name no differently than the guardsman I've had the honor of serving with was somewhat inspiring. I could not say the same once the horde marching in my footsteps numbered in the hundreds, which is the precise moment my overblown confidence happened to deflate.
Jurgen and I were no strangers to impossible odds, if anything I personally found an unreasonable task to be more approachable than a simple request because when things went ploin shaped like they usually tended to do, I at least had an excuse for failing my original objective in order to save my own skin. With that said, there were some things that even I could not find to be comforting in any capacity. The miniature WAAAGH! traveling behind me that was over a hundred greenskins strong and growing by the minute was one such horror I could see no means of surviving against.
Even if I did somehow manage to kill these Orks' Boss and convinced them to worship me with the same reverence a cogboy showed to a salamander's built in recaffinator, it would only be a matter of time until they wanted to challenge my authority. I might not know as much about greenskins as a native Valhallan, Inquisitor of the Ordos Xenos, or even the eccentric warrior of this planet known only as Goblin Slayer; but after fighting dozens of campaigns against them I had learned enough about Orks to know it would only be a matter of time until they tried to kill me out of sheer boredom if nothing else. That of course, depended on none of the dimwitted barbarians discovering I wasn't their most feared enemy before then.
It was with that chilling thought in mind that I addressed the first Ork Kommando I added to the WAAAGH! to ensure they weren't leading me into an ambush.
"How much longer until we reach your Warboss, Ork?" I barked at the massive xeno a whole head taller and twice as wide as me, playing up the terrifying image the Orks had of me to an embarrassing degree. "Tell me now, or else you'll end up like those weaklings who couldn't withstand the might of my EVIL EYE!"
Despite the horrible disparity in our sizes and close proximity to one another, the Kommando flinched away from me when I demanded an answer from him. "Shouldn' be moar den anotha' minit o' two, Boss." They answered, saluting me in a mockery of everything I supposedly stood for.
If I really was the unrelenting hardass they believed me to be or anywhere close to the unflappable hero the Commissariat made me out to be, then I doubt anyone would have blamed me for executing the sad excuse for a grot for his insolence. Thankfully, I was not one of those suicidal idiots and intended to do everything in my power to endear myself to these Orks for as long as possible. Not for heretical purposes, mind you, but simply to ensure none of the greenskins who would witness my act of violence would reconsider their newfound loyalty in me in the most direct and visceral way possible.
"Very well. You had better be right. My patience is wearing thin, Ork." I said, dismissing the Kommando back to his position as my navigator once again.
The remainder of my march to the Warboss' camp was relatively peaceful, the only disturbances coming from the latest additions to my private WAAAGH! attempting to serve me drinks that looked almost as foul as Jurgen smelled. I threw away the first drink I was offered absentmindedly after catching only a minor whiff of the stench it carried, and for a moment I thought I was going to be torn apart by the Ork whose offering I rejected. Instead, the Ork who was now wearing the drink it tried to give me made a questionable grunting sound I could only hope was delight before it started to cheer the name 'Evul Eye', quickly getting the army of massive xenos behind me to join in once more. It didn't take long for the entire forest to be filled with the sounds of Orks chanting my false identity, and for what felt like the hundredth time since I draped a purple rag over my right eye, I desperately hoped that no one from the Imperium would ever learn about this misadventure for as long as I lived.
I hung my head in shame knowing I would never be able to live today down if Amberley ever learned of what happened, and Jurgen must have misunderstood why I suddenly fell into a slump and tried to cheer me up. "Don't worry about this, sir. We'll get rid of the greenskins following us right after you kill their Boss."
"Emperor save us if these Orks find out the truth before then." I muttered underneath my breath.
"How is Noble Fencer doing?" I then asked in an attempt to change the subject and curry some more favor with her.
"Not good, sir. Poor girl turned pale not long after we started sharing a cloak. Probably scared after seeing so many Orks for the first time. I hope she doesn't pass out." Jurgen informed me.
"How unfortunate." I lamented, knowing exactly how torturous it was to be stuck in close proximity to my aide for such a long period of time.
Thankfully for both her and my quickly evaporating bravado, it wasn't long before we found the particular Ork I was looking for would most likely be found. Gathered by a crater almost a Klom wide in diameter with a large asteroid half buried in the center of it was a group of Orks wearing far more intricately designed and stable equipment than the Blood Axes that had gathered behind me. I could tell from the sight of their flashy armors and the massive skulls the extraordinarily large Orks wore that these were the Nobs the Warboss brought with them. I tried scanning the group for an even larger, more menacing Ork capable of cowing them all into submission but failed to find them.
"I thought you said you were leading me to your Boss?" I pressed the Kommando who had been surprisingly faithful until now.
"I's did! Da bleedin' git's pro'lly hidin' behind 'iz nobz again." The Kommando sighed, a roar of laughter and what I could only assume to be crude Orkish insults rippling out from behind me.
"A cowardly Ork?" I mused, thinking my ludicrous luck might not have run out after all.
By this point, the Nobs had started to notice me and the horde of greenskins I led to them. In an effort to prevent any of my temporary allies from defecting on me before I was prepared to deal with them, I did the only thing that was certain to keep myself alive: provoking their Boss into a one-on-one duel.
"No wonder you boyz were so eager to follow someone wanting to give you a REAL fight!" I shouted loud enough for every Ork in the crater to hear. "I guess Brain Busta is too much of a coward to show his face to a 'umie! Maybe I should have chased down Gaskull Mag Thrasher after all!"
"WHO'S DA ZOGGIN' GIT DAT'S CALLIN' ME A COWARD!?" Came an enraged roar, emanating from somewhere behind the wall of Nobs. "I AIN'T NO ZOGGIN' TAU YOU GROTS! WHO NEEDS A REMINDA O' WHY I'M CALLED BRAIN BUSTA?"
I watched in horrified anticipation as the Nobs huddled around the Warboss stepped aside to reveal what I had initially assumed to be a partially invisible Ork. I had only made that wild speculation due to the large numbers of Ork Kommandos I had seen so far in addition to how this WAAAGH! was primarily made up with the treacherous infiltrators. It can hardly be for failing to spot the Warboss' approach until the scrawny excuse for a greenskin was centimeters away from my face, as I had been expecting the barbaric xeno to be much taller than his Nobs. Instead, I was able to look down on the pathetic little greenskin draped in flowing robes that evoked an image not unlike that of an Ecclesiarch who had enjoyed one too many rounds of amasec the previous night.
"You're the Warboss your boyz have been talking about?" I gasped in disbelief, not able to understand how such a feeble Ork could gather enough forces to start a WAAAGH! of their own.
"Ye, I'm da boss 'round 'ere, humie. Tremble b'fore da fearsome might of Big Boss Brain Busta!" The gretchin sized Ork roared at me, assaulting me with the second worse case of halitosis I have ever smelled.
"The only part of you that I fear is your breath." I sputtered out after catching a whiff of the Ork's eye-watering halitosis that was almost as bad as Jurgen's usual stench.
All the Orks gathered around me, save for Brain Busta, started laughing at my remark. Even the Warboss' Nobs couldn't help themselves from letting out a few deafening roars of laughter, earning their master's immediate ire.
"Oh, so yous fink da humie is funny? You thinks I'm a funny li'l coward!?" The diminutive Ork shouted at its questionably loyal entourage of Nobs.
My palms started to tingle with anticipation, my survival instincts flaring up as I saw the small Warboss' eyes flare up with an unnatural energy. One of the Warboss' Nobs seemed to notice the sudden change in Brain Busta and tried to diffuse the tiny tyrant's rage, giving me the perfect opportunity to take a few steps away from the Warboss, behind whatever defenses the bodies of my aide and Noble Fencer could provide me..
"N-no, boss. We'z was jus-"
"JUS' NUTHIN'! If you wants funny, den I'll shows you gitz what I's thinks is funny!" The gretchin sized Warboss shrieked as it let out a torrent of cracking green energy from its fingertips.
It was then that I learned how Brain Busta not only got its name, but the begrudging respect of the Orks underneath its command. The strange energy it poured into its Nobs cooked the massive greenskins alive inside their armor, killing them all slowly as the Nobs death throes filled the forest for what felt like an eternity before their charred corpses finally collapsed.
Ordinarily, an Ork would have been celebrating after killing so many powerful allies for reasons that only the savage xenos could understand, but not Brain Busta. If anything, the weirdboy who had finally revealed its powers looked at its finger in confusion as if it knew something wasn't right.
"Wot in da… why did'n there 'eads explode?" It wondered out loud. "Did I not use enuff of tha' Warpy stuff dis time?"
I knew that the answer it was looking for was my aide, his innate abilities capable of disrupting psyker activity from a distance and outright nullifying it up close. In an attempt to hide both my malodorous aide in addition to compromising my surviving allies' existence by appearing as a floating torso as I cowered behind them, I boldly strode forwards to further antagonize the Warboss and take advantage of the sudden turn of events.
Not only was I feeling far more confident in facing the weak looking Ork now that it had fragged its own Nobs, but a quick glance at the Orks who had gathered around us, whether they had marched behind me, claiming me as their newly adopted Warboss, or to witness Brain Busta's outburst showed the disgust they felt towards their former master. Orks were nowhere close to holding the same virtuous loyalty or respect for their superiors as the Imperial Guard, but even I could tell that these particular Orks were dangerously close to having an 'Ork Sniper' incident of their own, if they didn't outright maul the crazy looking Warboss before they learned how to mask an intentional 'friendly' fire incident as an enemy attack. Then again, they were Orks, so perhaps it was all the same to them.
"It's because you are weak nobody, Brain Busta." I called out to the Warboss who was still trying to figure out why it didn't live up to the title it claimed for itself. "Your Nobs knew it, your boyz know, and now I know it too."
"YOU WOT, HUMIE!?" The Warboss roared in defiance of my accusation. "Who are YOU, a weak li'l git, to say dat to me?"
"I am no 'weak li'l git', Brain Busta." I declared, presenting myself for all the gathered Orks to see against all common sense. "I am the one, the only… EVUL EYE!"
Every Ork save for Brain Busta howled in approval, with some of them looking at me in equal parts awe and terror. The Warboss, however, was not like the others of its barbaric kind. Instead, it just stared at me like I had just declared I was an incarnation of The Emperor himself.
"Wot? You's ain't Evul Eye. I've seen Evul Eye in bof battles o' Armagedd'n." It mumbled in confusion. "You's ain't dat crazy humie. You's looks like 'im, but you's ain't."
It was with that one small utterance that the idiotic plan that had carried me through an entire WAAAGH! up until this point started to collapse. I could feel the Orks closest to me starting to inspect me a bit more thoroughly now, and in an attempt to prevent them from seeing through my lies and tearing me apart in that very instant, I desperately started to argue against the Warboss' attempts to reveal my falsified identity.
"Really? I can't say I remember seeing you before, Brain Busta. I know I would have remembered meeting a cowardly little Ork like you who can make the Tau look braver than Space Marines." I fired back, letting out a sigh of relief as a series of 'oohs' and 'ahhs' were uttered from the Orks surrounding me.
"You zoggin' gits can't be serious." Brain Busta mumbled, walking up close enough that I could have disemboweled the weirdboy whenever I pleased.
Why I didn't do it at the very first chance I had, I couldn't say. Perhaps I was still too awestruck at how I hadn't been killed yet, or some small part of my subconscious believed the Warboss would react to any sudden movements on my part and unleash that accursed psyker lighting on me as well. Regardless, I wasn't dead or dying yet, so I saw no reason to stop trying to turn Brain Busta's WAAAGH! against him with words alone.
Still, rather than take the initiative as the small Ork took the time to inspect me, I decided it would be better to wait and see what it would do next so I could humiliate it in front of its forces even more.
"Dis humie don't even 'ave a Power Klaw! The git's missin' da wrong eye too!" The Warboss shouted in flippant rage.
Although I wanted nothing more than to flee with my tail between my legs after hearing the Ork point out two glaring weaknesses in my disguise, I managed to summon enough bravery from some unknown depths and stand strong against Brain Busta's attempts to regain support from its troops. "I've always been missing my right eye, Brain Busta. You would know that if you've ever seen me before." I chided, before smirking to say, "And why would I need a Power Klaw to fight a weakling like you who is too scared to admit they are too scared to accept Evul Eye has come to kill them? A simple cybernetic arm is all I need to put down a powerless grot like you."
Brain Busta looked like it was ready to start shouting at me again in a blind fury, but before it could, it gave me a sinister grin and leaned in to whisper so only I could hear it. "You's don't even know ol' Evul Eye's name o' da Warboss we used t' follow, do ya?"
"You're right, I don't." I whispered back, the Warboss' eyes widening in shock. "But good luck trying to convince the idiots following you that."
"You… you…" It stammered, it's emerald green face taking on a light scarlet hue as its eyes started to turn a luminescent green once more.
"What's wrong, coward?" I taunted, slowly backing up towards Jurgen knowing exactly how the weirdboy would respond to my provocation. "Too scared to fight a humie?"
That was the final thing I needed to say to set the Warboss off. My last provocation was immediately followed by a torrent of fluorescent green lightning that poured out Brain Busta's finger tips. If it hadn't been for Jurgen, then I surely would have met the same fate as the Warboss' Nobs. Thankfully because of my aide's innate abilities as a blank, the tendrils of Warp tinged death surrounded me and my allies entirely, enwrapping us in the warm glow of their vile heat.
Noble Fencer let out a girlish scream, one that was cutoff quite quickly once she presumably got a breath full of Jurgen, while I was forced to stand perfectly still to appear completely unmoved by the deadly Warp energy surrounding me. Cowering for my life was not an option, as it ran the risk of exposing my fraudulent identity to any Orks who might have been able to see my silhouette from outside the glowing orb of doom I found myself in the center of.
"Quite the light show, eh commissar?" Jurgen mused from underneath the purple wrappings he shared with Noble Fencer.
"Indeed. Hopefully the greenskin won't be able to keep it up for much longer." I responded, wanting to spend as little time as possible under the assault of the manic Warboss and my aide's putrid aroma.
Thankfully, the light show ended not long after speaking with my aide. Brain Busta must not have expected me to have survived his attack, as his mouth resembled that of a typical marine lifeform found on most aquatic planets.
"Wot?! How da zoggin' 'ell are you still alive!?" It shouted, the first hints of fear finally showing through the xenos arrogant façade.
"Because," I addressed both the Warboss and every Ork within earshot of me, "I am Evul Eye and you are NOTHING compared to me, Brain Busta!"
"No… NO! That's not possible!" The small weirdboy shouted in defiance. "I jus' need moar powa' is all!"
"Then do it already." I yelled at the weirdboy, grasping the opportunity that had just presented itself before me.
I pulled my chainsword off of my belt, complete with its scabbard, and let my laspistol fall to the ground, spreading my arms out as if ready to embrace the vile xeno as I made one final declaration of war. "Come at me if you think you're zoggin' 'ard enuff, coward." I challenged it.
"YOU… YOU…" The Warboss sputtered, narrowly missing me with the spittle flying out of its mouth. "IF YOU WANTS ALL OF MY POWER DEN ITS ALL YOUR'S!"
Once again, the Warboss' eyes began to glow ominously and my palms began to tingle with the knowledge that whatever the Ork had planned for me couldn't have been good for my health. While it was entirely possible that Jurgen's abilities would have shielded me from anything the weirdboy could throw at us, I had a sneaking suspicion that we did not want to wait long enough to see everything the sad little Warboss had at its disposal. It was with no small amount of satisfaction that I gave my aide the order I knew he had been eagerly awaiting since we first laid eyes upon the deranged Warboss.
"Jurgen? The melta, if you'd please." I said, closing my eyes in anticipation of what would surely follow.
"Of course. One well-done Warboss coming up, sir." He dutifully replied. "Be sure to close your eyes, miss."
I didn't need to wait long for the searing light of my aide's go to weapon from our more memorable adventures together to assault my eyes. Unsurprisingly, the screams of the unwitting Warboss who found himself in the direct path of the liquifying death the meltagun unleashed soon followed. The weirdboy's screams didn't end nearly as quickly as I expected them to, and were instead followed by a resurgence of blinding light that would have brought me to my knees if the blood curdling cries of hundreds of Orks did not pierce through the air at the same time. I did not dare try to open my eyes to see what was happening, instead only wrapping my arms around Noble Fencer in order to offer what meager protection I could given the circumstances. I would have tried to shield my aide too but, as he was busy hosing down the Warboss with his melta, I knew better than to do anything that might interfere with his aim.
The sound of screaming Orks grew louder and louder with every passing moment, as did the intensity of the lights that assaulted us from every side. For a brief moment, I thought this would be the end of me. After decades upon decades of cheating death while good men and women, all of them far more courageous and deserving of my fame than I was, died in my place. I had only just started rehearsing the lies I would need to tell before the Golden Throne when suddenly, with as much warning as the chaotic screams and flashing lights had started, everything had returned to normal. At least, as normal as things could be in the middle of an Ork war camp.
I risked opening my eyes long enough to peek at what had happened to the Warboss and his WAAAGH! for only a moment, and what I saw in that instant shocked me more than any amount of psyker witchcraft could. The scrawny Warboss was nothing more than a pile of ash barely a few meters away from me, but that was not all. More confusing still were the sea of corpses that surrounded me and my allies, each one of them burnt and headless, not a single one of the barbaric xenos who had gathered to watch me challenged Brain Busta so much as twitching from where they lay dead on the ground.
My jaw dropped at the sight of all my problems having disappeared in an instant, and I was nearly about to voice my relief at having avoided certain death before Noble Fencer beat me to it.
"Wow… you killed them all. You really are a hero." She gasped in admiration, her beautiful eyes boring into me as she clung onto Jurgen like a recently rescued damsel in distress.
"The Emperor Protects." Jurgen prattled off, apparently feeling that this was the only natural outcome that could have happened.
While I was under no illusion that it truly was divine intervention that saved our lives, I was not in the mood to tempt fate so it could have another crack at us so soon. With that said I did have a reputation to maintain, and with Noble Fencer finally joining the rare few who showed my aide the respect he deserved, I felt it was best to say something a man of some martial renown would absentmindedly blurt out in my position.
"All in a day's work." I said with a fake laugh, patting Jurgen on the shoulder with genuine appreciation for his efforts. "We never would have made it this far without you, Jurgen."
"I just followed your orders, sir." He said, shyly freeing his arms from the delightful young woman clinging on to him.
"Well, now that that's settled, all we have to do now is find our way back to Frontier Governor's estate to inform him that we've purged the greenskins from this forest." I sighed, knowing that it would likely be days before we managed to find our way back to civilization.
"Maybe we could use one of the Ork's vehicles?" My aide suggested, the very idea sending a shiver down my spine. "I should be able to get us back to the governor's mansion before nightfall if I find one with some fuel left."
"Oh, that sounds wonderful! I can't wait to go back home!" Noble Fencer exclaimed, leaving me no room to argue against the idea.
"Very well, Jurgen. Try to find a vehicle with plenty of safety harnesses. We're going to need them." I sighed in defeat, knowing exactly what we were all in store for us all given my intimate knowledge of Orkish vehicles and my aide's own erratic driving style.
Noble Fencer gave me a quizzical look, and I could only pity her knowing what the blonde girl was in store for. With some luck, she might have been able to return back to her father without having thrown up over herself. It wasn't likely, but I could only hope that for all of our sakes that a rough ride was all we were in store for. It was with that final thought in mind that I decided to assist my aide in picking a vehicle, purposely choosing one with a pintle mounted boltor crudely welded to the top hatch that I could cling onto on our return home.
Once we did finally make it back to Frontier Town Governor's estate, albeit quite shaken and lightly bruised thanks to Ork-kind's general disregard for safety harnesses and working suspension, we were all given a hero's welcome complete with a feast and unlimited access to the noble's private amasec storage for our efforts. I made sure to let Spearman, Heavy Warrior, and Female Knight accompany my aide's drive to Frontier Town once a carriage arrived for Witch and myself to enjoy or return in leisure, unlike our unfortunate companions who personally learned why I did not accompany Jurgen on our ride back to the Adventurers Guild.
Author's Corner:
Ciaphas Cain, HERO OF THE IMPERIUM, once again manages to humiliate his enemies without needing to lift a single finger. Might not be the most climactic of endings but, considering his enemies were just a bunch of Blood Axes led by a coward, is it really that much of a surprise?
Anyways, the next chapter will be another look into the mind of Jurgen and his perspective on how events played out. And fear not, for there will be more goblin slaying action occurring in the near future now that this minor misadventure has come to a close.
One last thing I want to address before moving on to the comments is my take on how Ork weirdboyz work. I could not find a definitive answer on the subject, the two explanations I liked the most said that WAAAGH! energy is just a specialized type of Warp energy generated and harnessed by weirdboyz in abnormally large quantities or that the Warp is used to amplify and control WAAAGH! energy. Regardless of which, weirdboyz appear to be reliant on The Warp to do weirdboy stuff. Considering how most weirdboyz are capable of blowing themselves and other Orks up at any given moment, and how blanks can make The Warp act funny when nearby… well, I'd like to think the ending of this chapter is not too unbelievable.
Comments:
"Guest": Ahhhhh if only the grumpy bastard "Evil Eye" himself was there. Having Yarrick accompany Cain would be hilarious
Believe me, I have considered this in the past. Unfortunately, I have not read much about the Ork Slayer himself as his Omnibus is… not cheap, unlike myself who is very cheap. If I did try to include Yarrick, I do not believe I could ever do him justice. Hopefully there is someone out there who is able and willing to do that soon enough.
misterfishy: A chapter where Cain successfully pretended to be himself. It's what he usually does, but with extra orks.
Re-reading chapter 15, I realized that cart tarp's colour was mentioned several times and that I completely glossed over all of them))
Yep, nothing like pretending to be yourself in order to blend in somewhere. I'd also keep an eye out for other smaller details like the tarp, as I am always doing my best to hint at things to come without making them as obvious as a power maul hurtling towards someone's face.
"jaalco": inb4 cain somehow manages to become an ork warboss
Frak. Looks like I'm getting predictable again. At least all the Orks are all definitely dead, this incident will never come back to bite him in the ass in the future, and I am not being a sarcastic asshat in this reply for the sake of a joke.
Anyways, thanks again for your time. I hope to see you all again in the future!
