From chapter 9 Fire Skies and Bon Voyage
The horn creature sat at a great table as though he were a king,
“Marchtar keeba” he ordered.
His men rushed around to bring him more food. He had already eaten live chickens from the stock of the humans and different types of food that had been found in other rooms of the complex, but what he really wanted was parts, his favorite part a delicacy that most Orcus never get to taste the sweet succulent breast of a human women. He had fed on this much this night, and he had a taste for it that never seemed to let up. He pulled another chicken from the basket before him and twisted its neck so it would stop squirming, and with no care for the birds’ feathers, he tore his shape teeth into it as the birds’ blood dripped around the great beast mouth. While still chewing the bird in his mouth he shouted at his men.
“Marktear fromo keepapa Huma? Darkie darumbo feboola!” he roared ferociously.
You men cannot find the humans? They are here find them, is what he had said. And the group of Orcus before him rushed out once again to search the many corridors that riddled throughout the shallows. There were already hundreds of Orcus searching the tunnels for the survivors, and he knew there were survivors after all some of them put up a great fight and killed many of his men and for that they will be found and killed. They had been searching all night and dawn crept up slowly on them. as the great Orcus beast continued to eat away at the raw chicken, another Orcus entered the great hall that the beast had taken for his throne room.
“He arr” (What is it?) he moaned not taken much notice of the Orcus that had come to him.
“Graff Imrarge, der ark semo der da soaka” The Orcus had come to tell sergeant Imrarge that there is something on the sea and for him to come and look.
Imrarge swallowed down the last bit leaving only a few feathers in his hand that he discarded on the ground, and stood to his feet. He himself was a giant amongst his men, Orcus were naturally tall and deformed looking they came in all shapes and sizes but it was still hard to tell them apart. But Imrarge was the tallest and bulkiest of his men, he followed the Orcus that had come to him and they walked the tunnels of the shallows followed by every Orcus they passed along the way. They crossed the star ways and stepped over the bodies of their fallen comrades and continued out through broken walls to the outside world. The sun had just began to creep over the horizon and daylight crept across the village grounds lighting up the many dead bodies of Orcus and mostly humans. The air was foul the foul smell of death wavered across Imrarge holes in his face that some might call a nose. He breathed in deeply as if smelling a sweet odour and smirked, if it was possible for a reject clone to smirk.
“Taki der” (look there). One of his men pointed out to the sea. And before the sergeants eyes he saw something that he had not seen since the days of old, it was a warship a human war ship sailing on the sea, only one man was believed to have such a ship and now all had been explain where the villagers had disappeared too.
“Tasha mokka drones” (Send the drones quick) and with that Imrarge and his army rushed as quickly as they could to find their way to the beach.