{"id":1378,"date":"2014-04-07T21:34:15","date_gmt":"2014-04-07T21:34:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.darkon.org\/?p=1378"},"modified":"2014-04-07T21:34:15","modified_gmt":"2014-04-07T21:34:15","slug":"baiii-tales-of-the-kommandos-antics","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.darkon.org\/index.php\/2014\/04\/07\/baiii-tales-of-the-kommandos-antics\/","title":{"rendered":"BAIII: Tales of the Kommandos antics"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"WAAAGH\"<\/a><\/p>\n

The Ork adjusted the frames of the archaic piece of glass lenses under the hood of his black cloak as he led the small squadron of Kommandos into the forest before the advance of the mob. Gimzod da Mad had consulted with( Warboss Gutzmangul, and it had been agreed (as it was the ‘bosses idea,’ after all) that the madboy and another Ork, Needle, would advance before the main front of the WAAAGH!, checking for gubbinz and gitz. What had surprised all of them was that the human, Meta, had opted to come along.
\n\u201cI\u2019ll go with them boss,\u201d she said. \u201cSomeone has to make sure they don\u2019t kill themselves.\u201d
\nThe Orkz looked to each other, a sort of confused look crossing their faces. But the Boss approved of the notion, and the human found herself on a preliminary scan with the Ork scouts.
\nAnd the first thing they found was a very unlucky git.
\nThe Madboy adjusted a Seein\u2019 Scope from his bag, and placed it to his eye. \u201cSumfin\u2019s up ahead,\u201d he said, a smile crossing his toothy maw. He placed the device back into the pouch in his belt. \u201c\u2018S go see wot we\u2019ze got, boyz.\u201d
\nThey advanced, and came upon a skeleton, trapped within a net wrapped tightly around the tree. The only hint to the cause of this fate was a crude sign nailed through the man. The sign only read: \u201cCheater.\u201d
\n\u201cLes\u2019 look fer sumfing intrestin\u2019, eh?\u201d
\nThe skeleton didn\u2019t seem to have anything special about it. Needle and Gimzod canvassed the area for traps, to avoid the same fate as the dumb git who got himself caught in such a predicament, but found nothing. Meta had closed her eyes: A strange thing at first for the Orkz, but they had learned it meant she was \u201copennin\u2019 \u2018er moind to da Wyrd,\u201d or something like that.
\nShe opened her eyes. \u201cThere\u2019s some magic, but mostly residual.\u201d
\nGimzod looked to Needle, and the two of them smiled. Dead corpses meant loot, or at least something interesting ahead. The Kommandos nodded, and the mad-boy gave words to the unspoken understanding between them.
\n\u201cWell, den\u2026 Les\u2019 go take a look. Take to da treez.\u201d
\nThe group ran full speed into the forest, eyes scanning the surrounding area for any hint of something interesting. They advanced, for what seemed like a while. Gimzod had almost given up, deeming the endeavor a waste of time, before he heard the words he\u2019d been waiting to hear. It was Meta first, then Needle.
\n\u201cHey\u2026 Hey, I found something!\u201d
\n\u201cOi, yeah? \u2018S GO!\u201d
\nThe Kommandos broke through the trees in formation behind Meta, and ran full tilt towards a small device in the distance, attached to a tree. About twenty feet from the device, Gimzod stopped the advance with the one raised hand. He began to advance carefully to the box, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious, while Meta entered her meditative state.
\n\u201cNuffin\u2019 so far,\u201d he said, bringing Needle up to bear. The stabby ork and the madboy began looking over the box, as Meta once again opened her eyes.
\n\u201cNothing out of the ordinary that I can sense. Should be safe unless you find\u2026 something else\u2026\u201d she said, as her sentence trailed off. Gimzod\u2019s focus was completely on the box, but Needle turned to the human, then turned to look at what the human saw.
\n\u201cOi\u2026 Gimzod\u2026\u201d the Ork said, the raspy baritone of his voice barely more audible than a whisper. \u201cWe\u2019ze gotz company.\u201d
\nGimzod glanced up, and in the distance spotted an individual, female, armed with a bow and a sword, standing there. Watching\u2026 Almost as if they were waiting.
\nThe orkz and the human were silent, until Meta spoke up. \u201cFriend or foe?\u201d
\nThere was no response.
\nThe party looked to each other. Gimzod looked to spots around the tree. \u201cKeep an\u2019 oye on \u2018im, boyz\u2026\u201d he said. His attention shifted back to the device on the tree, and he smiled. \u201cLet me take care o\u2019 dis\u2026\u201d
\nThe box was a small device. At first glance, Gimzod had discerned that it was a lock-box of some sort, with visible wooden pegs that acted as\u2026 a code to open the mechanisms inside. Upon the box was a sigil that the Ork didn\u2019t recognize, but curled and twisted in a variety of angles. He put a rugged hand to his gob and rubbed. The pegs had an assortment of numbers on it\u2026 there would be a code, he knew, but he wouldn\u2019t need it. He was a smart boy, after all. He began his work.
\n\u201cFriend. Or. Foe?\u201d the mage cried out. Gimzod looked up from his work, the first couple buttons lining into place, from what he could tell by the tension of the lid on the box. The figure in the distance did not respond, but moved up a bit closer to the group.
\n\u201c… Oi, Gimzod, we\u2019ze bettah move,\u201d Needle said.
\n\u201cOi\u2019ze got dis, Needle,\u201d the Madboy responded, playing around with the device, getting a feel for the general nature of the device.
\nThe others sounded tense. \u201cWe\u2019ze gotta go, Madboy.\u201d
\nHis voice broke the silence of the surrounding area, and spittle flew from his mouth. \u201cZOG IT, OI\u2019ZE GOT DIS!\u201d He said, as he pushed one of the buttons on the top. The top of the box became loose, and indicated at least that was open. He smiled. Clever. A series of numbers\u2026 he committed them to memory, to see if he could figure out the clue later.
\nThe figure in the distance began to advance, slowly but surely, but Gimzod\u2019s hands were deft. He pressed the other buttons into the device to test and see how the bottom responded to his actions, slowly discerning how the inner mechanisms worked. Two of the buttons down.
\nA bow was in sight, close enough that Gimzod would have normally began to worry. Normally\u2026 but he was a smart boy, and this was his forte. Three buttons correct…
\n\u201cWe\u2019ze gotz ta go! Now!\u201d Needle yelled at the the Mad Boy. \u201cMove, Gimzod!\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m outta here,\u201d he could hear Meta say. Leaves crunched behind him, and he knew that the human began to escape. He growled under his breath, and pressed in the last two buttons\u2026
\nThe bottom of the lid became loose… And the box opened. Within, a small red booklet sealed with wax lay against the other side. Gimzod\u2019s toothy grin became wider with pride. He glanced inside the box. A pin system, just as he thought, to catch a series of five pegs on each side. He\u2019d remember this if another device appeared.
\nHe looked up, and saw that the figure was still advancing. That Needle was looking at him, a confused look on his face. Even Meta had paused, hearing the final latch release on the device.
\n\u201cYou\u2026 Opened i-\u201d
\n\u201cNo toime!\u201d The Madboy picked up his snikka, and re-adjusted his goggles. He looked back the way they had come, and spotted what looked to be large tracks. Very large tracks. He recognized them\u2026 They were the Warboss\u2019s.
\n\u201cFall in, boyz!\u201d He bellowed. \u201cWe\u2019ze gotz sumfin\u2019 for da boss! LEG IT!\u201d
\nThe others smiled, either with pride at the shared the success of the endeavor under pressure, or because they knew deep down the Boss would reward the squad greatly for what they found.
\nThe Kommandos left no trace of their presence as they legged it. All that was left was an open box, and the disappointing lack of treasure.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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