I will wring Haratek's neck for giving me incomplete information when he returns! The inhabitants of this planet are us, the humans, and marine fauna and flora! As if! Then explain to me the fucking Ork pirates attacking the port!
Calm down, this is an Imperium's world, this place must have some kind of defense, whether automated or the Planetary Defense Force. They should be here soon.
However, time passed and no one appeared. The Orks fired at the port, and at the city when no one remained, destroying the wood and stone buildings.
Aside from the high-tech ships, this wasn't a very advanced planet, was it? I did not see any kind of defense in the harbor. Maybe I should do something?
I must remain hidden to avoid the Imperium, but I am still human at heart, and this vision bothers me.
I swung my arm in front of the screen, changing the viewpoint to the city's streets where people ran desperately toward a large metal gate further ahead, part of a large metal wall.
It seems this place has some kind of defense in the end, but will they arrive there safely?
I had my answer when a cannonball landed in a crater in the middle of the fleeing crowd. Luckily, it didn't hit anyone but knocked a few individuals down.
The disoriented people stood up, however...
BEEP!
The cannonball glowed red.
BEEP!
Don't tell me this is a...
BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!
The crowd's eyes widened upon realizing it too.
BOOM!
The cannonball exploded in a shower of blood, flesh, and bones! Body parts flew everywhere, men, women, and children torn to pieces!
Enough! I have to do something, but what?! The tomb is in a deplorable state! I don't know what is activated or not! Maybe some Necron Warriors are available, but how do I wake them?
They need constant instructions or they will enter a guard state, eliminating any approaching enemies, but there is a problem, so to speak. Once given an order, a Necron Warrior will not stop until he is killed or fulfills it.
The situation could worsen if I fuck it up! Now, how do I activate my Warriors?
I concentrated, "closing" my eyes and emptying my mind, feeling something strange, several Necron codes and protocols.
Then, a connection, as if putting my email and password to enter an account. It wanted to know my authority, if I was the Overlord.
I "grabbed" the connection and found myself underwater when I "opened" my "eyes". I saw through the eyes of a Necron Warrior, but one was not enough, I needed more to sink the ship.
A squadron of Warriors is composed of five to twenty Necrons, so three squads should be enough, after all, I don't plan to fight directly. I concentrated again, feeling the connection, and giving the command.
"Sink the scrap metal ship and eliminate the Orks."
-XXXXXX-
In a tomb, at the bottom of the ocean, sixty Necron Warriors awoke with a command coursing through their systems, their Overlord had spoken, and they would do his will.
One by one, they lifted their head, green light pouring from their eyes and shining through their bodies.
The Warriors grabbed their Gauss Flayers and marched stiffly from the tomb through a hole that time had opened in their resting place.
Each slow and heavy step raised a sand cloud, scaring fish and other sea creatures that swam or scrambled away from skeletal Warriors.
Their rusty bodies covered in seaweed and barnacles moved towards the Ork ship, but their Overlord sent a second order before they could attack.
"Surround it."
The Warriors obeyed, circling perfectly the vessel, pointing their weapons upward, and firing.
The scrap metal that formed the vessel disappeared on a molecular level the moment the green rays touched its bottom. Now, the Warriors would only stop when their orders were completed.
-XXXXXX-
"Keep shoot'n boyz, dese puny hummiez don't have a chance!" A large Ork commanded his lesser, watching the attack through a telescope.
He wore a pirate hat with an Ork skull and crossbones drawn on it, a long open black coat, exposing his chest, brown pants and boots, and a leather belt with a gold-adorned Shotta and Choppa attached to it.
"Cap!" A scared Ork Boy left the ship's lower decks, wet from head to toe.
"What's itz?!" The captain shouted annoyed.
"We'ze sinking!"
"Wot?!"
A bright green beam pierced the ship's hull, hitting his chin before he could explain what had happened. There were no screams, the light enveloped the Ork Boy's head, leaving a scorched skull before the body fell to the floor.
"Cap!" Other Orks screamed in surprise.
However, the captain was unable to order, as several green bolts tore the ship apart from all sides, reducing it to a metal pile sinking into the ocean.
"Abandon ship!" The captain shouted.
The Orks jumped from the ship, but they never resurfaced, as a faint green glow followed by bubbles formed where they threw themselves.
Only the captain remained, after all, the captain always sinks with his ship. Suddenly, a green ray hit the mast, taking it toward the last crew member.
"Oh zog!" The captain said before everything went dark.
-XXXXXX-
"Return to the tomb and sleep."
The Overlord ordered and the Warriors obeyed. Slowly, they returned to their home, entering through the same hole and positioning themselves in perfect lines. The light in their eyes dimmed and they slept, waiting for the next order.
-Tomb, Throne Room-
Well, it could have been better, but at least I stopped the Orks from doing more damage. However, it's never that easy to kill the Orks, they are like a plague. It would be good to know where they live and who is their leader.
I will talk to Haratek about the tomb's condition when he returns. We need to defend ourselves against hostile forces as soon as possible. I doubt being underwater will stop the Imperium from trying to destroy me.
Suddenly, the throne room door opened and Haratek entered.
"My Lord, I have a finished report on the tomb's condition and have acquired updated information about our planet and this so-called Imperium. It seems I committed a mistake earlier, as one more species inhabits this planet. They are known as Orks, stupid, primitive beings, a remnant of the Kroks of old."
"I already know it." I sighed.
"Forgive me for asking, my Lord, but you already knew it?"
"Yes, I faced a troublesome Ork group in the previous five minutes after you left for information gathering."
"My Lord I…"
I raised my hand, silencing him.
"Enough excuses, start your report."
"As you wish, my Lord."
A green holographic screen appeared on his arm while the image on mine changed, revealing several words written in Necron language, which I understood.
"As you can see, my Lord, water flooded several sections of the tomb, damaging most of our units and vehicles…"
Haratek spoke, but his voice soon muffed in the background while my mind wandered after half an hour.
How long does he plan to talk?
I glanced at something in the corner of my screen, Necron numbers indicating the number of report pages. Translating it into human numbers, they looked like…
Page 1/759…
I sighed mentally. This will be a long report, but I better pay attention, for the sake of my survival. So I leaned back and made myself comfortable.
-XXXXXX-
An Ork regained his consciousness on a metal piece floating in the ocean.
He looked around confused, rubbing his aching head, not understanding what had happened. Suddenly, his eyes widened in realization, and he immediately used his Choppa as an oar.
Days passed, his skin was red and burned due to sun exposure, and his body was weak and dehydrated due to the lack of clean water, but he paddled until he reached an island where seawater entered a cave.
Entering the cave, he reached a wood and metal pier with several moored ships made of the same material, one of them larger than the others. He dragged himself on it until his strength ended and he fell.
Footsteps approached and he looked up, seeing two well-equipped Orks facing him angrily with their red shining eyes. They grabbed his tired arms and dragged him deeper into the cave.
"Yer are 'n serious trouble." The left Ork said.
"Ya returned wit' no ship an' loot." The right Ork spoke next.
Light shone ahead and they entered a rocky chamber full of stereotypical dressed pirate Orks wearing earrings, scarves, striped shirts, eye patches, hooks, stilts, and more.
They celebrated, eating, drinking, betting teef, and fighting around scattered wooden and metal tables and a makeshift bar. However, they went silent upon noticing the new arrivals.
"Br'n 'em." A voice said on the other side of the chamber.
They crossed the party, a suspended stone bridge over sea water where something big moved, and faced a dark wall that disappeared with a lit pipe, revealing a larger Ork, bigger than the others, smoking it.
He sat on a large red velvety wooden chair, surrounded by loot piles, diamonds, jewels, and more while his white beard moved by itself, a rare beard Squig.
Wore a black pirate hat with white ruffles and a skull, a large red coat with gold buttons, black pants, and brown polished leather boots.
Finally, a black Power Klaw with five articulated fingers and a large golden skull with rubies for eyes rested on his right arm, the weapon's quality revealing his wealth and power.
"Where iz ma loot?" He took the pipe from his mouth, revealing several golden teef, and blew smoke in the startled Ork's face.
"CRA! Where iz ma loot?" A second voice demanded, the Parrot Squig resting on his shoulder.
"Well, boss…" The Ork tried to explain.
"Where iz ma ship?" The boss asked again.
"Where iz ma ship?" The Squig repeated.
"It sank!"
"Whut?! So duz dat mean ya lost ta a bunch uv wimpy 'umiez?"
"No boss, strange lights kame outta da wata an' sank da ship."
"You really 'pect me ta believe dat?! Ya lost ta a bunch uv 'umiez!"
"CRA! A bunch uv 'umiez!"
With a flick of his wrist, four of the Power Klaw's five fingers retracted, and an opening appeared on it, revealing a large hook. The Warboss ripped off his subordinate's head, hooking it with a fast move.
Then, he raised the head in front of his face and removed its hat, throwing it toward his partying crew who watched.
"Whoeva gets da hat will become da kaptain uv wun uv ma ships!"
Immediately, they all fought over it.
"As for ya, ya will become food for ma little fish." He said to the hooked head, throwing it away with a swing. "Food Time!"
A shadow formed in the water and a creature jumped from it, devouring the head. It was a Great White Squig.
"HAHAHA! May dis serve as a lesson ta all uv yer! No wun fails wit' 'da Warboss Gol D. Loota."
END OF CHAPTER