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Disclaimer: This is a fleshing out of some ideas in my head. Please excuse all errors - or better yet, send me a PM if you find them.

Life rewards ingenuity, and in no society is this more visible than that of the ork. In the backwaters of the Loki sector, a young warboss is hearing the rumours of the fabled 'teleporta' technology. His name is Bon and he is a fan of Rokk music, holding concerts every evening to appease Gork and Mork with his rokkers. This warboss dreams of the stars, of planets to rip apart to the symphony of metal on metal, a barrage of kannon fire echoing over battle, with his own personal rokkwagon slaughtering hummies underfoot.

It is under the influence of much squigg-swill that the star struck warboss named a humble Bon, reveals his dreams to one of his Meks, Zogzag the inaccurate. The young mek explains of using tractor beams to haul in a space hulk and for Bon to amass a horde such that he could travel through the warp find Nazdreg and his krew.

Unfortunately, for the budding warboss, fate deals him a fickle blow. During the early hours of the morning, a young sneaky git of a Blood Axe plants a choppa in his skull in an attempt to take over the small tribe under Bon’s control. Less unfortunate for Bon, in his haste the Nob responsible had only taken out Bon's left eye (and a great deal of his common sense). Thus, Bon was able to crawl to the dok's hut and come lunch, there was a nice Blood Axe skull adorning his shoulder and a large red cybork eye ready to look out across his domain.


(To be continued)