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No comments really help me out and more fluff.


Upon discovering the scrap heap the grots were ecstatic and exploding with talk of stompas and battlefortesses. Gitkruncha just stared. He had never seen so many bitz even in the mek shop in the tribe. It was there that Gitkruncha realized he was born to be a mek. He stayed up all night experimenting, attaching engine to wheel and ammo boxes to shooty bitz. When the grots woke the next morning Gitkruncha had finished his first bike. By that afternoon he had two trucks to go with it. Gitkruncha was making an armada of vehicles in the time it takes most meks to make one. Within a week he had made two more trukks, three war bikes, and a battlewagon. The grots had been busy too. Breeding more orks and grots out of spores they had found in the corners of bastions. They had convinced the orks that grots were superior do to their brains and small stature, and thus began Da Hierarchy, meks on the top grots in the middle and orks on the bottom. The orks were ok with that. Not knowing any better the orks mindlessly followed their grot superiors and obeyed there every command. Life was good lots of food and lots of scrap but when the beakies came that all changed.

Gah I need some comments people. Any way more fluff First try at dialouge so you know.


“Sergeant!”
“Yes inquisitor?” Tsavo of the celestial lions sat upright for the first time that morning.
“Are you paying attention? This is a matter of great importance.”
“Yes sir, sorry sir.”
“Why I’m I here” Tsavo wondered to himself “I should be training my squad not sitting in a board room”
“I have brought all of you here today for one reason.” The inquisitor said “It has come to my attention that a band of orks have settled down in what was formally an imperial refinery. This wouldn’t be strange had that same refinery not been garrisoned by a platoon of guardsmen. Now can anyone tell me how these greenskins walked into a imperial refinery unhindered and settle down.” The inquisitor looked around at each of the faces in the room all shaking their heads no. The inquisitor continued “A platoon of guardsmen doesn’t just go missing. I need you to find out what happened and bring that information back to me! In the time it takes you to get that information those greenskins will continue to breed making your job much harder.” And with that the inquisitor walked out of the room with a grace unheard of for a man still wearing power armour.

It's interesting fluff - not quite my cup 'o tea - but I'm reserving judgement until I see where it goes Keep it up!