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Gubgreeb'r and his never-stolen vehicle; Zatra Ahrmz.. poor blud klan language for "twelve arms"..

Probably named after the arms of a clock.. because this thing does not have twelve arms..
Can Orks even read a clock? This is something we have to find out right now..
Or wait I'm busy telling the story of this project.. nvm.. we will keep this one for another time.

Anyway.. Gubgreeb'r was an Orkyer than Ork.. 'Ork' in the sense that He was too big for his stance among the Orks.. which made his pressence generally confusing'.. His clan's Ork boss ChokOongk Erd-thuut in particular couldn't stand the guy because he wasn't a full fledged boss (yet) and therefor bullied him until one day Gubgreeb's had enough and put his bosslike strength to good use.

He went to the nearest spacemarine outpost.. (onfoot) protecting himself from incoming fire with a big gun-round cannister he named "Elby hed" after drawing a face on it.. casually he ignored therewith the startled marines and walked into the closest hangar where he ..'obtained' a Cadian warmachine that was decomissioned having lost most of its outfitting.

Being the bigger than ordinary Ork Gubgreeb'r was.. he strapped the entire thing on his shoulder and walked it all the way back to his own clan's territory.
When ChokOongk Erd-thuut saw him approaching.. he emediately recogniced the boss-ness of Gubgreeb'r previously not having been noticed for his strength.. instead Gubgreeb'r had always been a bit of a kitchenrat.. waiting around the butchershop to get dibs on whatever came out of it, which is probably why he became the size of a boss..

Anyway, his Ork boss promoted him to an underboss and never bullied him again, giving Gubgreeb'r the title "da pulra'r" which translates to "the capturer" and allowing Gubgreeb'r to use an entire garage to work on his spoils.

This Gubgreeb'r did.. attaching the craziest Orky weaponry to the Cadian warmachine husk.. customizing it to look as Orky as possible and as the final touch.. loading it with an original chevrolet corvette V8 engine roaring like a bilepiper who's been strapped to a shofar.

Then one day..a few weeks later, gunfire, lasfire and firefire was heard and felt in and around the Ork camp perimeters as the Spacemarine base had unleashed a proper force to deal with the Orks who had the audacity to just "prance around" into their base without even as much as a keycard with clearance.. 'stealing!.. of all things.. the very remains of one of their old Cadian generals gear.. one of the royal bloodline to be exact.. murdered at the hands of the drasted Snikkrot being slightly too careless in trying to encircle an Orkish junkyard..

The warmachine had been tucked in the middle of said camp as a display, with golden decorations and freshly cleaned for the troops to admire (and boost the ego of said general, unaware of the impending doom..)

Alas.. turns out right after the poor sod was geep'd in his back by the gigantic Ork assassin.. the junkyard went up in an explosion so strong that everything apart from Snikkrot already dashing back into the Ork-god knows' which shadow.. was blown into the dirt with the force of a sledgehammer swung by Khorne himself.

Ah.. that also goes for the prized Cadian warmachine..

ALAS!!.. This unruly.. unsocialized.. blunt gourd of an Ork pompously had grabbed this memorial of the empire's finest and dragged it across the mud .. for atleast two thousand feet.

THE MUD!..

No.. this a proud Spacemarine could not let slide.., and thus they had mobilized in full strength.

Gubgreeb'r peeked over the wall at the back of his workshop garage.. seeing Spacemarines take professional effort to assault the area in tactical formation..
He grunted.. and mumbled to himself that this was the best time to test his creation..
For a moment he inspected.. one .. two.. five.. hurghh.. five.. ehghh..

He realised he wasn't good at counting so decided to make up a random number for how many weapons he had strapped to the machine..
Aha!! The mystery is solved dear reader.. it was never about a clock! This was why he called it twelve arms! Not ARMS!! Ha-Ha!! Not like floppy arms with fingers but GUNS GUNS GUNS!! DAKKA DAKKA!! DAKKAAAA DAKKA DAAKKKAA DAKKA ADAKKA!

Gubgreeb'r jumped into the cockpit and pulled the only switch still operable.. (that turns the machine on..) then continuing the test-ride's piloting by smashing his hands down on the the warmachine's hood in front hoping to trigger one, multiple or all of the guns, saws and other crazy stuff attached to it with the banging.

The spacemarines were not prepared..

Muffled screams, marines fleeing in all directions and panicked shooting at everything except Gubgreeb'r swaying from left to right as the contraptions legs proppeled itself no longer in a human running-pattern, the repurposed golem of a rig had itself become proper Orky..

From a distance, sitting at the dining area unfazed while eating a still living giant chicken.. ChokOongk Erd-thuut nodded proudly.. thinking to himself.. that his nudges mistaken as bullying.. had made a real Boss out of Gubgreeb'r.