Underneath the bunker

Thank goodness for familiar faces in the middle of all the crazy.

None of the troops here at Krom’gar’s fortress knew a whole lot about what was going on, other than Overlord Krom’gar and General Grebo being away on some important mission.  Like I said before, I would have guessed some good old-fashioned gnome-punting, but nobody seemed to know for sure.  Turns out, though, they had a few other men stationed down in the mine just below the fortress, so I headed down there with Mokvar, who’s FINALLY gotten his ass around to training up his inscription so he can record drawings and transcripts of useful stuff.  TOO FUCKING BAD HE DIDN’T HAVE THAT SHIT READY WHEN I NEEDED A GOOD WALK-AWAY-FROM-EXPLOSION PORTRAIT.  Lazy fucker.

Anyway, he finally got that shit taken care of, so considering how fishy things have been looking here in Stonetalon, I’m having him keep a running record of everything from here on.  As it turns out, two of the men Krom’gar had working in the mine were Sergeant Dontrag and Scout Utvoch, the two soldiers I’d met back in Ashenvale and sent ahead to help with Krom’gar’s forces.

I want to make sure we’re keeping the details straight, so I’m going to copy out Mokvar’s transcript here.  Well, I’m going to try to.  His handwriting is fucking shit.  Who the fuck are these inscription trainers, and what are they doing, breaking everyone’s fucking fingers before they let them take their damn pens home?

 

UTVOCH:  Warchief!  Lok’tar ogar!  An honor to see you, sir!

DONTRAG:  A great honor, Warchief!

UTVOCH:  Very great indeed, sir!

DONTRAG:  An inconceivable great honor!

GARROSH:  Okay, enough, seriously, you guys, we’ve been through this before already, you’ve really got to tone it way, way, WAY the fuck DOWN.

DONTRAG:  Sorry, Warchief.

UTVOCH:  Very sorry.

DONTRAG:  Our apologies, sir.

UTVOCH:  Yes sir.

DONTRAG:  Very deepest apologies.

UTVOCH:  Deep—

GARROSH:  ENOUGH ALREADY, YOU TWO.  <facepalm>

UTVOCH:  Shutting up, sir.

DONTRAG:  Yes sir.

GARROSH:  That’s better.  So I’m trying to find out what the hell has been going on around here.  Hopefully you men can shed some light on all this.

DONTRAG:  Well, sir, Utvoch and I have been working down here in the mine mostly, so I’m not sure about everything that’s been happening above.  But it sure sounded like there was a major battle going on up there, what with the sounds of machinery and gunfire.

GARROSH:  What were you two doing down here, then, hiding in a cave when your comrades were engaged in honorable battle?  From the looks of it out there, there WAS an attack on the fortress—

UTVOCH:  Gnomes, sir?

DONTRAG:  Damn, I hate gnomes.

GARROSH:  I KNOW, RIGHT?  Fucking gnomes, that’s what it looks like.

UTVOCH:  Damn fucking gnomes indeed!

DONTRAG:  Inconceivable fucking gno—

GARROSH:  DON’T START THAT AGAIN!!

DONTRAG:  Sorry sir.

GARROSH:  Now answer my question!  Why were you here and not joining in on the fight?

DONTRAG:  Believe me, Warchief, not for lack of desire to be up there with the others.

UTVOCH:  It was General Grebo’s orders, sir.

DONTRAG:  Well General Grebo, and the Overlord, sir.  We were originally supposed to escort the general to the northern front and help deliver ordnance for the battle with the night elves in Battlescar Valley.  But then the goblin blastgineer—

UTVOCH:  Blastgineer Bombgutz, sir.

DONTRAG:  —Blastgineer Bombgutz here in the mine went out of contact, and the fortress needed the machine parts she was supposed to be gathering, for the anti-aircraft cannons, sir, and so Overlord Krom’gar decided to send two of his best orcs down to investigate and send the parts back so he’d be ready to defend the fortress.

UTVOCH:  Which we did, sir.

DONTRAG:  Just in the nick of time, but we did.

UTVOCH:  Well, with a little help.

DONTRAG:  Well, yeah, but we don’t need to get into that.

UTVOCH:  Did you even get their name?

DONTRAG:  Don’t think so.  Did you?

UTVOCH:  No, never introduced themselves.

DONTRAG:  Yeah, these passing-through helpers never do.

UTVOCH:  Pretty rude if you ask me.

DONTRAG:  Like it would kill them to strike up a conversation.  But oh no, just wander on in, what do you need me to do? then up and on their way, and—

GARROSH:  ENOUGH already.  HEAD HURTS.   I’m losing my sense of humor with you two.  Damn, you orcs are a piece of work.  Fucking brilliant.  YOU’RE the best of the best Krom’gar’s got, huh?  No wonder everything’s running so great around here.

UTVOCH:  Um, thank you, sir?

GARROSH:  And stop grinning like a couple of idiots.

DONTRAG:  Sorry sir.

GARROSH:  <sigh>  Anyway… So the Overlord needed parts for the cannons, I get that, but once that was taken care of, why not get back up to the fortress and help DEFEND it?  I’m sure they could have used every hand up there.

UTVOCH:  General’s orders, sir.

GARROSH:  What orders?

DONTRAG:  Well, you see, Warchief, it wasn’t just the cannons that needed additional parts.  The general was also overseeing another project for the northern front, some kind of…what did he call it?

UTVOCH:  Deployment mechanism?

DONTRAG:  Yeah, that’s it – a deployment mechanism that was going to be needed soon, and he was expecting them to be delivered along with the artillery parts.  Only when the blastgineer went missing, and Overlord Krom’gar sent us down to check on her, General Grebo instructed us to stay until we’d secured those extra parts.

UTVOCH:  And then stay here until they could be sent north, sir.

DONTRAG:  I guess the mechanism thing is pretty important to the northern strategy, and General Grebo wanted to make sure the parts he needed would be secure.  And he said he needed to make sure a couple of orcs he could trust would stay and make sure the parts were taken care of.

UTVOCH:  He said it was more important that we stay here under cover, sir.

DONTRAG:  Apparently he couldn’t afford to have something happen to us while we were taking care of the shipment.

UTVOCH:  Which we did, sir.

DONTRAG:  Yeah, we just gathered up the last of them and sent them ahead with Blastgineer Bombgutz.

GARROSH:  Where were they going?  And what were they for, anyway?  What the fuck is a “deployment mechanism”, what do I look like, a fucking goblin or something?

UTVOCH:  No, no sir, you’re not green at all.

GARROSH:  I…don’t know how to take that.

UTVOCH:  Um…

GARROSH:  MOVING ON.  Where was the shipment going?

DONTRAG:  The Sludgewerks, sir.  Straight northwest.  I guess they were making the final upgrades to the mechanism before sending it along to Cliffwalker Post.  General Grebo was supposed to supervise the arrival personally.

GARROSH:  What about Chieftain Cliffwalker?

DONTRAG:  Not sure, sir.

GARROSH:  Hmm… Okay, in that case I should probably head out there and see just what’s going on.  Whatever Krom’gar and Grebo have in the works, I’m sure it’s bad news for the night elves, and I don’t want to miss the show.  You men finish up whatever you need to do here, and check in with me at Cliffwalker Post.

DONTRAG:  Begging your pardon, sir, if I could make a suggestion?

GARROSH:  What is it?

DONTRAG:  Well, sir, I’m not too clear on the whole operation—

UTVOCH:  Obviously.

DONTRAG:  Like you are?

UTVOCH:  More than you—

GARROSH:  ARE WE COMING UP ON A POINT ANYTIME SOON??

DONTRAG:  Right, sir.

UTVOCH:  Sorry sir.

DONTRAG:  Much apologizings.  Um, anyhow, I don’t know all the details, but I know part of the reason for this big production with the…deployment mechanism…well, it has something to do with some kind of weapon the night elves have been assembling.  They’ve set up a base at Thal’darah Grove, not far from Cliffwalker Post, where they’re finishing work on it.

GARROSH:  What kind of weapon?

DONTRAG:  Not sure, sir.  Just that it’s supposed to be massive.

UTVOCH:  “Of mass destruction,” as they say, sir.

DONTRAG:  Yeah.  So, sir, if you want to get to the bottom of this, might I suggest you investigate there straight away?

GARROSH:  Hmm… You men are dedicated, I’ll give you that.  All right, I’ll check up on all this.  You two head back to Orgrimmar when you’re done here – I’ll want to have a full debriefing with you, the general, and the overlord when this is all finished.

DONTRAG:  Yes, sir.  Lok’tar.

GARROSH:  Strength and honor, men.  Peace.  Um, not literally.  Anway.

 

You know, gotta say, as crappy as Mokvar’s handwriting is, it’s pretty impressive he was able to get all that shit down.  Anyway, I’m sending Mokvar back to Orgrimmar to arrange a Kor’kron detachment to come out this way.  Any way you cut it, something still doesn’t sit right with me about this.  I’m pretty damn certain there’s SOMETHING happening at Thal’darah Grove that’s in the middle of it, even if Dontrag and Utvoch aren’t exactly in the know about all the details…but before I go running over there, I want to check on what these goblin fuckers are working on at the Sludgewerks.

More updates soon.

“I think we made a good impression on the Warchief, Donty.” “Sort of, Ut.” “Sort of, as in how?” “Sort of, as in the ‘me’ part of the ‘we’.”

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