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Posted: Sat Nov 14th, 2009 12:39 pm |
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Well, well, well........ Now that I am not getting hammered with punctuation issues anymore , we can start on the prelims for the big game stuff (just to get some hype started ).
Anybody who is on the ork team at this point may write down some fluff for the storyline. Since we have so many ork leaders, please start your posts with the name of your warboss at the top of the post, that way we can keep some form of organization for this. If the Imperial side would like to write some fluff, please make your own fluff post, this is going to get muddled as it is and I would like to keep each sides fluff separate as I plan on printing this out after its all done for some good reading.
So........... onward!
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Posted: Sat Nov 14th, 2009 01:02 pm |
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Zazzdakka Skullsmasha
The fires on Enfuego were burning fiercely, as the ork tribes that had amassed on the planet celebrated into the night. Zazzdakka's camp was in the center of all of it. He was looking out onto the fields at all of the other banners and totems that had come to his call. There was Gobkrakka and Orcumungus and their retinue. Along with Wizgrot and Oilystain, and also a few others that he hadn't even recognised before. They were all flocking to his banner now that the planet had been taken, and they seemed all very pleased. "I'es has to go an stomp on sum of dem soon." Zaz muttered to himself, "Dey is gitten too comfertible."
The Stompa factory was beginning to rise in the distance, and the amount of structures that were going up was truely incredible. There was a racetrack, a landing strip, a missle silo, some kind of brewery, a huge junkyard, an infirmary, and more buildings going up than even the old hive had. Zaz's headquarters was located in the center of it all. He had to begin to fortify this position because he knew that there was going to be some form of attack coming. He didn't know how he knew this, but that little grot voice in the back of his head was screaming at him again to get some defenses in place. "Git me sum grots over 'ere, NOW!" he bellowed, and there was immediately 20 gretchin that emerged out of the dark for his bidding. "We's needs da mek's ta makes us sum big guns over der, der, an der!" Zaz pointed to various directions around the camp. The grots scurried into the gloom to relay his orders, and Zaz went back into his HQ to brood on the upcoming conflict that he knew was to come.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17th, 2009 12:59 pm |
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ZAZZDAKKA SKULLSMASHA
The first of the guns implacements was being built in the mek's forge the following day. Zaz was determining whether or not his intial spot for it was correct, when a group of grots came running into the headquarters area, knocking over his fungus beer that was on the table. Smashing one of the unfortunate gretchin was the first thing that Zaz did before he decided to ask what was going on. The scared grot peed himself while standing before the mighty warboss and said, "Der is anotha stompa startin up in Oilystain's camp." Zaz crushed this gretchin also, just for posterity, "Dat's 'Boss' Oilystain to ya," he said with a growl, "lurn sum manna's."
Zaz opened the tent flap and looked to the west. Sure enough, he could see the beginnings of a stompa forming in the distance. "Stupid zogger," he muttered to himself. Zaz had forbade the building of anymore stompas from the other warbosses until his stompa factory was complete. He didn't want his position to be usurped from another boss. He turned around and saw his 2 stompas standing directly over his HQ and smiled. So that was the plan huh. They thought that they could outstompa him and seize control of the Waagh. He should charge in and smash Oilystain to a pulp, but had another idea instead.
"Git dat stupid mek Screwdriva over 'ere, NOW", he bellowed. He had an idea that would for sure make everyone bow down to him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17th, 2009 08:03 pm |
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Oilystain watched in awe as his stompa took shape, mek watgamacallit was a true son of mork. Oilystain has recruited him early on in his warboss career. The mek was undersized for a big mek but oilystain apprietiated his grand visions.
Little did the otha bosses know but the stompa being constructed on the surface was just a sideshow. Under dees sands was a titanic workshop that houses a creation seldom seen in orkdom. A gargant. But appearences had to be kept up and Oilystain wanted the other bosses only to see the stompa.
"Oi!!" he shouted to some grots, "Use better make sure dat watgamacallit gets da best loot for dat dere stompa."
"yes boss," they sqeeled as they rounded up their fellow gretchin to go raid Zazzdakkas scrap pile again. Probably the most dangerous job they would ever get.
In the distance he heard a mighty WAAAAAGH as the head on the stompa was hoisted into place. The Imperial boyz couldn't get here soon enuff.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18th, 2009 06:26 pm |
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The Forgefather looked at the assembled volunteers of Task Force Anvil. Today, the Fire-Born would bring the Emperor’s light to another corner of the Galaxy. The pride of his brother-hood and the nature of the task before him filled his resolve.
“Brothers of the fire….before us stands the planet Enfuego. A major battle is underway, one which we will take an important part. As we have since the days of the great crusade, we bring a cleansing fire to the ork spore that has infested this planet.”
The assembled Salamanders began chanting litanies of hate. Among mankind’s many enemies, the Salamanders chapter reserved a special hatred for the algae creatures of ork broods. Looking across his assembled men, Vulkan Hestan knew that his brothers would happily give their lives for a chance to destroy orks on their home turf.
“But this is no ordinary batch of ork rabble. A revelation contained within the Tome of Fire has lead us to this place. Somewhere below is the key to the location of another of the Progenitor’s gifts.”
Hestan allowed the importance of his words to sink into his men. Recovery of the Primarch’s nine treasures was the holiest of missions for the brothers of the Salamanders. Hestan himself had willing given up his command of a company of battle brothers to continue the quest. The importance of what Hestan had revealed to his men steeled their resolve.
“You know what is at stake. Revelations from the Tome of Fire are not easily come by in this time of strife, but below us is another chance for the answers our brotherhood has sought since the days of the Heresy.”
Hestan knew from the intelligence reports that the orks below had managed to assemble a variety of weapons producing industries. To do so, they had likely scavenged materials from a variety of sources. It was entirely possible the orks had recovered Heresy era technology or space craft. Whatever the reason, he knew the Revelation was guiding him to this place and at this time, and as a brother of the Fire-born, he knew the answers would come, especially when he looked for them in the light of the pyres of ork bodies. It was his quest, and one he was prepared to see to the end.
“Brothers, prepare for orbital assault……”
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Posted: Wed Nov 18th, 2009 07:30 pm |
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Chris,
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If the Imperial side would like to write some fluff, please make your own fluff post, this is going to get muddled as it is and I would like to keep each sides fluff separate as I plan on printing this out after its all done for some good reading.
Otherwise... I LOVE it, dude!
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Posted: Wed Nov 18th, 2009 11:17 pm |
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Supreme Commander Bitch Puncher of the newly created "Green, Black,Brown & Black Washed Imperial Army" just realized that his wife MRS. Bitch Puncher wasn't happy with her new last name, as he left for war (don;t ask me how he had time to get married becuase the black book doesn;t go into that detail?). Last edited on Wed Nov 18th, 2009 11:18 pm by Professor Chaos
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Posted: Sun Jan 17th, 2010 07:07 pm |
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ZAZZDAKKA SKULLSMASHA
As the dawn approched, Zazzdakka looked upon a field that was in utter chaos. The amount of warlords flocking to his banner was staggering. At least 10 warlords had come to unite under his powerful fist, and there were more coming every day. He had personally never seen this many orks in one place before. A sense of dread was beginning to tickle the back of his mind. What if he couldn't control them all before the stupid 'umies showed up?
Blah, Blah , Blah............ SNORT! He would crush them under his steel toed boot, that's what would happen. The stompa factory had been completed and it was huge. The amount of stompas already created from it made him smile. There was another one in the folds of it, a newer creation dubbed only 'Rocknrolla', and was this thing a masterpiece. Zaz could see in his mind the hundreds of little bodies stuck to the massive roller in the front of the thing. Wow...... did he feel great or what?
Screwdriva's mission to make a huge fixit complex had also become a reality. Black smoke belched from a huge forge within it, and the sounds of hammering and laughter of the meks inside could be heard for miles.
The incident with his map was bothering him a little bit. A 'umie spy had infiltrated the ork camp and made off with it a few days ago. Zaz's heated response had wiped out nearly all of the grots in camp and had even took more than a few ork heads in the process. They were being used by the dok's right now for spare parts. The screaming from the medical facility was almost as loud as the metallic crunching noise in the garage.
Let the umies have the map, it really didn't matter and might give Zaz some advantages that weren't there before. Oh well...... Another day in the ork town.
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Waaaghzfang Mekshakk
Whaaaghzang watched with pride as the Round Rivet Boyz drove into the camp. His boyz quickly clogged the streets with kustom killy machines, slowing traffic and starting several small brawls. “da boyz no da round rivet boyz ar in town now!”
The Big Mek rode into town in style on the biggest custom stompa in sight. Waaghzfang quickly scanned the town and selected a spot for his HQ. “putt da stuff over der!” Grots and meks surged out of the convoy and construction started in minutes and before half the convoy had a chance to stop.
“we is ere coz da umans is comin ere and weez gonna say ello and show dem how to get stuck in reel good! Hurr hurr.”
Grots began ammo lines and supplies were stacked haphazardly all over the HQ. Gun after gun was carried to the newly forming base. Torches fired up and the soon smoke and the smell of burning metal drifted from the base. New lootas changed the redistribution of supplies by adding and acquiring new items in the mix.
“derz a new Mek in town and heez ere to teech da umies a lesun!” “Hurr Hurr Hurr.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 19th, 2010 01:08 am |
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WARBOSS GOBKRAKKA and the GOFF NOBZ
Amongst the debris-strewn asteroid belt that was once the planet Mercia, an enormous and dark space vessel sat motionless, out of fuel and silent. For months it drifted, occasionally making contact with an asteroid, chunks breaking from its hull and spinning into the void.
In the aft of this hulk sat the Goff Nobz. Most of them were slumped into a bent over gorilla-like position, pale and white, covered with a fine layer of frost. Some wore huge armored suits, while others still gripped their enormous choppas as if it were the last thing they could hold onto. If one were watching, they might see one breathe every hour or so. Frozen- almost solid- and with their respiration at an almost death-like level they sat, for months and months.
The Goff Nob escape vessel had dropped them off here after being sent on autopilot. Gobkrakka had once ruled the halls of this efficient battlefortress of the skies, but now it was disabled and systems were off-line. The life support system had been destroyed by the last foray into Malbolsia and a few tangles with the Eldar lurking there. It was hiding behind Mercia when the planet's core collapsed and the planet imploded, leaving nothing but chunks of ice and rock behind. While a few of the Goffs had escaped to established ork clans at KVX-1138 these subborn ones had stayed behind. When the last of the systems went off-line, they slowly froze and entered into a hibernation.
Months later, at exactly the same time that the third Stompa had been activated on Ethmongul, a certain Goff Mek had a spark of life flash in his overdeveloped orkish brain for a few seconds. With one sharp breath of air he lurched forward, slowly pushing himself to his feet. A dozen small squigs, stunted by the cold but still willing to feed upon their hibernating predators, dashed from every limb and wriggled from inside his boots. The Mek was a leader of sorts, a weaponsmith and a makeshift engineer. He didn't know why he was moving, and as the ice cracked and fell from his joints he felt pain in every part of his body. His blood, frozen in his feet, snapped and crunched as he stumbled forward.
Two ideas swam in his brain. Pulsa. Force Field.
He managed to open one eye. He could barely see past his frosted eyelids. He started to stagger, one step every painful 10 seconds. Every thirty seconds he would inhale ice for air, so still it held almost no carbon dioxide or oxygen.
Pulsa. Rokkitfield.
For over a day he walked, staggering past piles of charred gretchin (they burned most of their own population to say warm, and then the last of them froze to death anyway) and dead squigs. He climbed down deck after deck for another day, and finally arrived at the engine room.
The long swim of Ork-Waaa psychic energy reached into the small part of his brain left alive, and forced his broken, frozen fingers to begin turning valves and igniting pilot lights. Shuffling from one end of the engine room to the other took several weeks, but suddenly, with a lurch and a loud shriek, the main generator coil began to churn, and heat began building in the core.
Within hours Goffs were awake, stomping their feet and tearing at each other's throats, venting their anger and pent-up rage. A full fight in the freezing cold of the ship was threatening all-out civil war amongst some of the meanest Nobz in the galaxy.
Yet suddenly, in an instant, they stopped when they heard the Noise over the loudspeakers. This was the same noise that was soon heard blaring from the main transmitter, flooding the airwaves of KVX and Malbolsia, Carthrax, and soon even Enfuego.
It was the sound of an ork barking. "YARF! YARF! YARF! YARF! YARF!"
Gobkrakka's Killa Krooza lurched in an 180-degree arc and began cruising for the source of the Mek's vision: the newly launched Waaagh on Enfuego.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19th, 2010 07:35 am |
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| rIteIn iS gooD aN iT maKeS mE hAppY alMoSt As mUCh as A stOMp thAt wE eS giTTin smArt 2 dAy thE boYZ n mE fiNniSheD Da KOndO aN iTZ iNdA ceNTeR oF toWn En i kAn paRk dA waGGon iN dA gaRgE An wE goT a FenCe 2 KeeP OuT Da SNooPEReZ aN We gOtz a BIg aSs tOWer daT a deAd aArD krEW kAn shOOt dA pIss oUta aLL sortZ oF gOOd kRap I WuZ drinKIn a FungUs brEwz uP oN dA tOwer En mE aLmosT piSSed MESelF wHen iTchIT feLl oFF trYin 2 thRo pOOp aT fiXit whO wAS worKIn wIv dA cRane iF I geTs dA cRane woRkiN dEn dIs hOle toWn kAn B mUNgus tOWn WHO OWNS MUNGUS TOWN??? hAr hAr HAr hEr. ME INs dA bOyZ iS buLdiN an We r gOoD 2 sTarT uP dA WagONz cUZ iTS tiMe 2 GOouT eN giT bUtT weVE stILl goTz soMe hanGeRz oN whHo doNt gOts RIdeZ oN dA BUsez so Es I z gOTz 2 sLow dOwN so aLL thEse cRap eaDz kAn kEEp uP aN FranK towN i iS goIN jUsT stArt killIN em KauZ dAyt iZ hoW u kEEp mOvIn fasT wAlkin iZ feR dA cHUmpz i bEEn talkIn 2 thA roKKit boyZ en dAy r RetaRded buT r aLSo suPa faSt an kAn giT 2 Da kiLLiN ritE awAyz SO DEy r teaCHin me stUFf cePt i nO iTS aLL riTe nOw n mABey i giTz myselF a roKKit pac en DEn I donTs evEn gOt 2 haVe a bUs nO mOr bUT kaN spEnd aLl me tIMe zOomIn Up iNda sKy wIv dA klOwdZ
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Posted: Tue Jan 19th, 2010 11:48 am |
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joe wrote: iF I geTs dA cRane woRkiN dEn dIs hOle toWn kAn B mUNgus tOWn WHO OWNS MUNGUS TOWN??? hAr hAr HAr hEr.
hahaha
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Posted: Thu Jan 21st, 2010 02:31 am |
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joe wrote: rIteIn iS gooD aN iT maKeS mE hAppY alMoSt As mUCh as A stOMp thAt wE eS giTTin smArt 2 dAy thE boYZ n mE fiNniSheD Da KOndO aN iTZ iNdA ceNTeR oF toWn En i kAn paRk dA waGGon iN dA gaRgE...
Its like Finnegan's Wake
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Posted: Fri Jan 22nd, 2010 01:22 pm |
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ZAZZDAKKA SKULLSMASHA
The camp was truely in an uproar now that the new warlords had entered the field. A new big mek had landed and was setting up on the northern end of the camp and his army was huge! Add to the fact that Orkamungus was having battlewagon races in the town, smashing the buildings and generally creating as much havoc as he could, Zaz was pleased. While they were all entertaining themselves, he could really get down to the business of getting ready for the upcoming invasion.
Spies in the malbusia sector had sent word of a psychic bark interfearing with imperial communication there. Zaz grinned. It would seem that Winky was still alive and awake, and Zaz knew that he would be heading this way soon. Bringing his depleted resources an generally causing as much destruction as possible, but he had a ship. Zaz was counting on this. If a deep space vessal showed up, he could then prosecute a full Waagh across the universe. Oh the sweet sound of screaming that would occur when that happened, Zaz couldn't wait.
This was the only reason he had allowed Kernal Klink to errect the temple to Gork an Mork. It wasn't finished yet, but just the start of it had made the orks from across the camp flock to it and begin praying. It must be the reason for Winky to be coming and bringing the warship. Couple that with the ships he would be getting once the stupid 'umies came and lost this fight, and Zaz would be able to get off planet.
Waaaghzfang was entering his quarters with a list of what was what in his army, and the shear size of it was beautiful. "Yous guys goes 'ere!" Zaz pointed on the map. Waaaghzfang just nodded his head in agreement. He was already camped right where Zaz had pointed, so there was nothing to get riled up about, just like Zaz had planned. It was much easier to just leave the other warlords to their own devices than to make them move right now. There would be plenty of time to move them to where Zaz wanted them later.
It was certainly coming together nicely, Zaz thought. The humans didn't stand a chance!
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Warboss Iron Gob, the biggest, meanest, ugliest warboss of the Metal Wheels Evil Sunz Waaagh looked out from atop his mighty Battle Fortress as it zoomed across the wasteland. He could see the huge cloud of smoke that his Evil Sunz boyz's vehicles were kicking up behind him. He looked then ahead of his mighty warband and out across the horizon.
'A new day iz dawnin boss!' said his big mek WizzleUgh.
'A red dawn, perfect for krumpin' umies!' was Iron Gob's reply.
As the huge caravan of over-sized battlewagons and other red-painted Evil Sunz vehicles sped through the wasteland Iron Gob hoped he could hold together his Waaagh long enough to slam into the Imperial lines he knew were just beyond his sight ahead.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25th, 2010 06:20 pm |
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ZAZZDAKKA SKULLSMASHA
A great commotion was happening in the ork town, and Zaz was not happy about it. Hundreds of grots were scurring around in apparent disorder. Not that this was something too out of the ordinary, but the racket that they were causing was enough to get even the great warlord out of his reverie. It was even drowning out the clanking noises made by the Gargent that had materialized in the camp.
Zaz bellowed orders to the nearest of his retinue to go and see what in the blazes was happening. Within an hours time, there were about 50 gretchin trying to relate the problems all at once. It was obvious to Zaz that the word of how big the 'umie army was, had somehow filtered to the camp. Probably grot spies blabbing to anybody that would listen. The grots all seemed terrified at the prospect of the stoopid 'umies coming at them in strength. " Yah, Yah, I know dat deys is comin at us from da clouds!" "An I'es knows dat dey r bringin burnas aplenty!" "An big titn's an all dat big stuff!" "But yous is wit da meanest, greenest, most kunnin ork dat der is, an yous is gonna 'ave ta Mork up!" "Dis is da stoopidst ding dat I'es has evr seen!" "Yous grots got no vote, an yur never gonna git un!"
After smashing two or three for popping off to him, Zaz scattered the grots to the outskirts of the city. If they were so scared of the stoopid 'umies, then they could be the first ones to meet them in the charge. This was not a good sign though, Zaz thought. The grots could start a full scale revolt on him right at the crucial time for his Waagh to be ready for the upcoming battle. He pondered and pondered all day and still no ideas popped up to help him with this little problem, that could in turn, be disasterous to his plans. He decided like any good ork should, to sleep on it and see what came the next day. They were only grots after all.
He awoke with a start in the middle of the night with another one of his brilliant plans. Mork and Gork were obviously speaking to him, and he immediately called for all of his meks and doks to his HQ immediately.
After a few hours of Zaz relating his plan to his trusty meks, there was a sudden flurry of movement as they left his tent and headed for thier forges to begin building, what Zaz knew, would be the final piece to this puzzle of getting the whole ork town ready for this invasion.
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OILEE STAIN
There had been horrendous infighting in Oilee's camp. It all started over and argument over who the stompa most resembled Gork or Mork. Hundreds of boyz died in the ensuing civil war. When the dust settled and after Oilee himself had cracked many a skull all that remained was the buckeye nobz and the the wolverine boyz led by their new warboss Ratchet.
"So yous da one dat riled up me boyz," bellowed Oilee stain across the corpse strew battlefield.
"I is da one all right. Wut yous gunna do bout it," challenged the fledgling warboss.
"her her her her," chuckled Oilee, "Yous must eitha be koo koo or got some uf da biggest marbleses I has eva seen. I kan use a ork like yous."
Oilee glaced over his shoulder at the late mek watgamacallit's kustom stompa, the great mek had fallen defending his creation with Oilee in the infighting.
"Yous sees da dare stompa. I needs a Kaptin for it. And since yous killed all the rest uf me bosses, me thinks ur it."
"How do yous knows dat I won't just killz yous when I get in dat dare stompa," spoke Ratchet in a deep gravely voice.
Oilee leaned over to Maja' Murda, leader of the buckeye nobz. The Maja spoke into a crude vox box. Moments later the ground began to rumble. Ratchet and the wolverines looked on in awe at a massive mechanical mountain rose from the ash wastes outside of the airstrip. The machine's enormous head came level with the head of the stompa and slowly climbed higher and higher. A GARGANT.
"I knows you wont try an trickzes cuz I is gonna be ridin' in dat." said Oilee with a wicked grin.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26th, 2010 12:05 am |
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WARBOSS GOBKRAKKA and the GOFF NOBZ
Lying in a vast, black dead region of the system laid the machine-planet colloquially known as KVX-1138. Long held by the highly feared Iron Warriors led by Lord Boroth, Melkor the Sorcerer and Morgoth the Slayer, KVX became an impassable sector to inadequate excursions trying to find a short-cut to Mercia. While some of the orks from Mercia had invaded KVX1138 there were but a few surviving in the abandoned chemical slums south of the Firecomet river. Suddenly stirred on by large psychic Waaa-energy in the sector, these Mercian orks began to multiply and strengthen. While the Marines Errant had fought continued fights against traitor guardsmen and marine alike, the orks grew in power and materiel.
Once the Marines Errant had been driven off the surface of the planet (a crime of retreat whose punishment is currently being metered out by inquisitors), the chaos warhost found itself pulling back to try to find a weak point in the oncoming ork Waa. Coming strong from the west, large swathes of destruction were carved by enormous ork mobz on foot. They were looting everything in sight. Lord Boroth and his war-weary contingent pulled back across the river to the south of his most prized Forge and prepared to stand ground against the assault. He was confident in his reinforcements, already en route.
Malbolsia was currently dealing with another large conflict. For some odd reason the Eldar that usually patrolled the sector pulled away, as if to deal with some sort of emergency or preoccupation. The Chaos forces usually cut off from alliances with KVX were allowed communication, and soon a diplomatic envoy from the Iron Warriors arrived and was received by the forces of Voltan.
Things didn't go well. The forces of the Iron Warriors and Voltan immediately began a feud, which could have been boiled down into "who was better," but was a combination of resource demand and ammunition supply and differing objectives. A skirmish broke out, and each force was doing a good job of beating each other to a pulp.
Aboard the Kroozer, the Goff Nobz listened intently to the psychic barking of Win-Keh. Each howl transmitted over the comms of the ship drove rage into the very cortex of each ork, and mek-centric abilities were activated. Big Meks began the contests of brutality, each one burning with a desire to construct a weapon of ultimate mass distruction.
It was as if the Gobkrakka's Kroozer was a hungry bass in the water, looking for the smallest sign of prey so it could eat. The only thing on any ork's mind in the main hold was war. Garnak and Torgo, two of the largest mekboyz (coined, 'Da Big Tins' by the Goffs on board) were on the verge of tearing each other's throats out when everyone on the ship froze in mid-fight.
They could feel it. The skirmish on the face of Malbulsia was sending out a signal of sorts, detected first by Win-Keh and then carried in his psychic bark to every ork on board.
"YARF! YARF! YARF! YARF!"
Every ork dropped their opponents and began loading their weapons. Garnak and Torgo sprung into action and immediately began oiling gears and components that would eventually turn into trukks, battlewagons, and skullhammas.
A Stompa. The Big Meks needed a Stompa for the Waagh. And a giant missile. A missile that would do... something. That wasn't decided yet, but this was evident and true: The first stop would be Malbulsia. There they would get their "fancy-parts."
Then KVX. There they would get the raw material. It was as if nothing could stop them.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29th, 2010 02:45 am |
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GOFF NOBZ continued...
The blue skies of Malbulsia were stained by a single bulbous black streak descending from the upper atmosphere. Already Lord Boroth's forces and Voltan's minions were dividing away from their fray, and taking up a defensive position.
The Goffs on board the descending "landin' rokkit" were clinging onto any available hand-hold awaiting the crash landing and disembarkation. Normally over three score would die upon impact, yet this had the effect of spreading ork spores around the square mile from the impact site.
Garnak and Torgo were on board, clinging onto the ignition tanks in the rear hull. Win-Keh the warphead was still barking madly, but was now clambering around the ship on all fours, yelping and growling into every ork's ears personally.
Little is known about the development of traits in the ork mind. Some say the tendencies to be brutish and skilled in combat or to be drawn towards technology and construction are embedded from the day they begin to walk upright after maturing from spores. Yet there are times where strange psychic-Waa energies take hold upon ork minds, and they are forever warped into a new dimension.
Win-Keh was a harbinger of such warping, and as he approached Garnak and Torgo they could feel his psy-Waa energy creeping into their thick skulls and invading their thoughts. They were filled with terrible visions of Eldar Warpspiders and gunshots ringing out from the darkness with each psychic bark. Each yelp became a glowing ball of warp energy in their minds.
They closed their eyes as tight as they could, unable to hear anything except for the violent shaking of their ship, the rattling of steel plates, and the barking of their insane Warphead. As Win-Keh came upon them, eyes wide as washers and teeth bared, they felt as if their minds would pop and flow out from their ears. They wished it would happen soon.
The Goff Rokkit smashed into a large rocky hillside in sector 472-J of Malbulsia. Squigs flew from tiny hatches in all directions and began scurrying into small crevasses and holes, feeding upon the indigenous life forms. Orks spilled out of exit ramps and holds, and began forming into large mobz.
Garnak and Torgo stumbled into the sunlight, rubbing their heads and trying to forget the visions of the warp Win-Keh had planted there. They found it was nearly impossible. While the famed warphead ran into the local foliage and began chewing on tree branches, Garnak and Torgo found themselves drawn- in fact they were driven compulsively- to begin building cannons that focused warp energy. They would use these Shokk Attack Guns in their upcoming conflicts greatly, and the squigs they would launch through the Warp at their foes would tear them asunder.
Orks are kinda like that.Last edited on Fri Jan 29th, 2010 02:54 am by Pen dull
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Posted: Fri Feb 5th, 2010 06:37 pm |
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ZAZZDAKKA SKULLSMASHA
The tent flap was thrown back and the bright sun of the new morning entered Zaz's temporary HQ. Zaz walked out onto the field with a renewed sense of happiness. The first and only Warlord meeting had just finished and it had gone brilliantly. Zaz didn't even have to smash anyone's face in, and all of the other ork leaders seemed reinvigorated. Zaz watched as they rushed to their spots on the field to get the final preparations done, before the imperial attack began.
There was a lot of confusion as the meeting began, and Zaz thought that he would have to kill more than a few of them, but then they suprised him and started to listen to his plan. It was the building of his massive new Battle Fortress, his new HQ, that really got them all on the same page. Zaz looked towards the stompa factory and saw that the beast was almost completely built already. He chuckled to himself as he saw black smoke burst out of the huge exhaust pipes and watched as the behemoth started its lumbersome way towards his position.
A fine day indeed!
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