Drovast gave the meek counselor a cold stare, barely containing his rage at what he just heard.
"I am not going to allow those damned greenskins ruin anything," the Governor hissed in De Szayne's ear, his eyes seemingly close to falling out of their sockets.
"Tell him that our little deal is off - permanently," he added, before he walked away hurriedly to his office.
"But my Lord-" the adjutant began.
The Governor waved angrily, implying he didn't want to hear no more of it.
De Szayne gulped. He'd never thought this would come to happen. They'd been supplying the orks for a while now, but it seems this is the last straw for both parties.
Who in their right mind would try to smuggle out Leman Russ battle tanks to a hidden ork flagship hiding out in the nearby Rimenian Asteroid Field? And not just a few tanks, but an entire battalion's worth!
De Szayne started walking to his chambers, and he couldn't help but feel nervous. Extremely nervous. Emperor forgive him for getting involved in this fiasco. Maybe if he had reported this to the Administratum officials - and perhaps, even to the Ordo Xenos - none of this would happen.
Would the orks actually attack them? This would mean trouble, especially when the Administratum people start digging around into internal affairs.
But then again, if he didn't do something they would lose out to the orks.
De Szayne cursed under his breath. He decided he should report it NOW. Damn the old Governor for his damned foolishness.
Better late than never, after all.
As he set off with renewed determination, the entire world around him exploded.
* * *
It wasn't hard to see the bright explosive flash from the surface.
Warlord Krangorv Bludtank grinned sadistically, taking pride at his farsighted plan to plant a thermonuclear bomb in the Governor's Palace. Seems like he owes Shorgrab and his Kommandos another round of roo'lakoo - Krangorv's favorite alcoholic brew.
Next to him, Chief Mek Tantakoria of Da Noize was grinning too. His invention worked brilliantly.
"So, I guess we'ze gonna crump da pinky-fleshies now?" the Mek asked, his bionic eye still gazing at the fading explosion.
"In a bit, Tant," the Warlord replied, twirling his mighty blade in his right hand. "Da battle ain't gonna start so fazt, not untilz I getz wot I wan'."
The Mek nodded and walked away. "I'ze gonna be fixin' up da Fort, boss."
Krangorv didn't reply. He was too engrossed in thinking of how his victory here would resound across the stars. And by Gork and Mork, he felt damn excited about it.
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