Nafzug's head hurt. There was an insistent pounding that
would not end, no matter how hard he wished.
"Boss! Boss! Wake up, boss!"
Nafzug realized what was causing his headache - his grot
assistant, Noblitt. Noblitt was
furiously beating on Nafzug's skull with his tiny fists, trying to get his
master to wake up.
Nafzug swiped at the area around his headache and connected
with Noblitt, knocking away the little grot and his fists. The assistant landed
with a wet squelch and muffled screech. Nafzug's head still hurt, but at least
the pounding had stopped. That's when Nafzug noticed the smell. The Ork opened
his eyes and was hit full on with one of those beaky-boyz plasma bursts.
That's what it felt like anyway. Once Nafzug's eyes
adjusted, he realized that it was midday, and the sun was directly above his
prone body. Nafzug took a deep breath of fetid air and sat up slowly. He
realized that there was a reason for the smell - he was in the drops.
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