Headhunter! Headhunter Mission - 1000 points - Orks vs. Space Wolves We stayed in the bunker for too long. It was full of such excellent supplies and I was getting such useful information from the Imperial database that I was distracted. Moondog sent da boyz out to scout things for the next march, but we should have left sooner. I had just finished downloading a volume of star-charts when everything became quiet. The usual coarse laughter and horseplay had suddenly ceased. Moondog was alert, staring out the window of the bunker, still as a statue. I approached him and made an inquiry. "Master! Wha- gluRK!" An enormous green hand closed over my head and I was lifted off the floor. The Grodd then tucked me under his arm like a squigball and made a silent motion to da boyz, who quickly grabbed all their gear and tumbled out of the back door. For me, all was a blur as the snow crunched under the feet of Moondog and his loyal bodyguards, all running silently over the snowdrifts. I was tossed to the ground as the orks all dove into cover. In the distance, a howling could be heard rising out of the arctic winds. Moondog sneered. "Space Wolves." There came the shriek of incoming shells and the bunker was rocked with explosions. The Imperials had come for Moondog while his army was away. He turned to his bodyguards. "We gotz ta get ta da Trukk. Da Bikeboyz iz waitin dere. We send ‘em off ta git da rest o da boyz while we cover ‘em. Got it?" "Ya Boss. Letz rokk!" Moondog and his ten nobz lept to their feet and ran towards the cave where ‘da wheelz’ were stashed. Armourless, and carrying only their slugga pistols and choppaz, they fired over their shoulders as they ran. I kept up as best as I could. The howling of the Space Wolves could be heard more clearly now as they were closing in. I turned to look; One minute there was nothing there, then out of nowhere, a Rhino pounced forward and a load of warriors leapt out – Blood Claws. They howled and charged me full tilt. I had no weapon, but I was determined to show these skum what the warriors of Nazgof were made of, so I stood my ground defiantly and brandished a pointed stick. They stopped suddenly and took aim with their bolt pistols. I couldn’t believe it – the fearsome Space Wolves afraid of Irk Gibwort... and then the warbikes came roaring up from behind me, gunz blazing, with Moondog and his nobz giving covering fire with their slugga pistols. One of the bikes was felled as they tore past the Blood Claws, and then out of nowhere came the leader – a Wolf Lord in terminator armour and tactical squad along with a Dreadnoght. More bikes were lost as they charged on past on their mission to bring help. It looked like three of them had made it, when a crimson beam sliced out of some distant ruins, cutting one of the bikes in half. Then a missile flew down out of the sky, imploding its krak warhead along with the head of one of the bikers. A squad of Long Fangs had taken its toll, but one biker had survived and help would be on the way. Then came the familiar roar of the Boss’ wartrukk as it started its engine. I ran after it, catching onto a dangling chain as it sped off into the snowdrifts. Explosions erupted behind us, one after another, but the wartrukk accelerated and sped behind a ruined building before a missile struck home, toppling the vehicle onto it side, and spilling us all into the snow. "Arrg! Let me at dem wolf-skum! Dat woz my favorite trukk!" Moondog got to his feet and prepared to charge out from behind the cover of the wreck of his transport. "No, Grodd!" The royal minderz all jumped on their boss, holding him back from marching headlong into the field of fire. Bolter shells were ricocheting off of the burning trukk as the Blood Claws closed in. Their excited yappy howling drew nearer, and then... "WAAUGH!" A huge mob of ork boys came thundering over the crest of a hill, shootaz blazing. I grasped the master’s arm and pointed at them. "It’s Wazgob! He’s here!" "Where’s da rest of ‘em!" grunted the Warboss. The huge mob of ork boyz thundered into the mass of the Blood Claws, sweeping them away like dust in the wind. A single marine was left after the attack, escaping reach of the furious tide of green. Wazgob spat after the marine. "Run yew git!" And then a great shadow came across his face. He and his lads stopped and looked up as three shapes emerged from the shadows, The leaping form of the Space Wolves’ Librarian, the hulking form of the Captain in his Terminator Armour, and the lumbering shape of the Dreadnought. From off in the distance, Lascannon shots and frag missiles landed in the midst of the orks as the Long Fangs covered the advance of their heroic leaders. It was over in moments, Wazgob swatted aside by the Dreadnought, his troops eliminated, and the only thing between the warboss and his enemies were the Royal Minderz. They hurled themselves at the Space Wolves, The Librarian falling beneath their choppaz. The Terminator and the Dreadnought smashed their way through and raised their weapons when suddenly a fresh wave of orks threw themselves on them, the press of green flesh pushing Moondog’s enemies back. And then I saw the main body of our army in the distance. "Master! The horde! They’re coming!" There was a sickening smack. I turned to see a horrifying sight. It was the last of the Blood Claws. The last marine had rallied and returned to the fray from behind. His power fist swung up and struck the master down, and in moments, the Space Wolves had carried him off, leaving only their eerie howls behind them. Over the horizon I could see the bulk of the army returning... too late. I looked around me. The Royal Minderz had been smashed to a pulp, overwhelmed by the Space Wolves’ Dreadnought and Terminator Captain. One of them barely clung to life... it was Zorg. I went to his side and held his massive head. "The boyz are on their way. Dok Gubbinz will be – GAK!" He held up his mangled hand and gripped my throat. "Da wolf-skum... *KOFF* ...dey got da Grodd..." Zorg passed out, allowing me to breathe again. I staggered up to the edge of the smoking ruins and started to shout for help. This was not good. Without Moondog, the entire army would fall to pieces. Without him, all my plans were useless. I might as well go back to being a Rigga. I would have to get the Nobz together... We would have to find out where the Imperials were keeping Moondog and free him. - Dylan, August 28, 2001