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This is the backstory of my dreadnaught-implanted warboss.

Goldmaw watched as his boyz finished the last of the marines. Reaching up, he placed a cigar in his mouth and began walking toward the battlefield, ripe for looting. Suddenly, a Nob cried, “Boss! More ‘umies incomin’ “ Glancing up, Goldmaw saw the nob was right. Two drop pods were coming in fast. Laughing heartily, he glanced down at his klaw and flexed the fingers. “Oi!, you lot folla’ me” He said, pointing to his nob guard and the burna boys. Setting off for the two drop pods, he heard the sputter of bike engines as three bikers sped past. A lone space marine lay dying on the ground. Defiantly, he raised his bolt pistol and aimed it at the warboss’s head. *click* The pistol was empty. All the eyes of the orks shot toward him. With two quick strides, Golmaw was on top of him. Grinning, his gold teeth glittering, he rose up his klaw and plunged it down into the marine, twisting it savagely. Leading the boys and Nobs, Goldmaw broke into a run. Getting to the top of the hill first, all he saw was destruction. From the drop pods, a quad of marine and a dreadnaught had begun to slaughter the boys on that side of the hill. Bellowing loudly, he charged down the hill at the dread, leaving the burnas and nobs to deal with the other marines.

Lifting his twin linked shoota, he began to fire at the dread as he neared, the bullets plinking off the massive hull. Looking down at his useless weapon, he cast it aside, raising his power klaw and closing in on the dread. Spinning, the dreadnaught bellowed through its Vox, “I am Ancient Piolux. I have come to deny your foothold on this planet!” cycling his assault cannon, he began to stitch the ground with fire. Diving forward, Goldmaw narrowly avoided the stream of fire. Knowing the assault cannon would be the death of him; he reached up and up and clamped the power klaw onto the barrels of the assault cannon, bending them inward. However, he did not stop the cannon from being a blunt object. Swinging it forward, Piolux hit him and knocked him to the side. Rising up his fist, Piolux swept it downward. Goldmaw tried to roll out of the way, but the dreadnaught was faster, catching him in his lower body. Feeling bones crunch and muscle tear, Goldmaw stared down as the dread ripped his waist and legs off. Rising up his klaw he swiped at the dread but missed, leaving his klaw in position to be crushed. Now, with out half his body, and his klaw ruined, Goldmaw simply stared up at the dreadnaught and bellowed defiantly.

At the same time this was happening, a lone biker watched his boss falter. Gunning the turbo boost, he sped toward the dreadnaught. Jumping off, the bike flew forward and struck Piolux from behind, distracting him momentarily. As this happened, the biker boy took out his two knives and ran full speed toward the dread. Seeing the body of a dead space marine, he ran up the back and jumped off, (author’s note: Think of the scene from 300) raising his two blades and plunging them into the top of the dreadnaught.

Failing backward, Piolux tried to pull the ork off of him, but he couldn’t reach behind him. Taking advantage of this, Goldmaw reached up and grabbed the chassis of the dreadnaught, hoisting himself up. He reached back his klaw, and for reasons unknown, possibly due to the thoughts of the biker boy and Goldmaw himself, his broken klaw flicked into life for a split second, penetrating the sarcophagus of the dreadnaught. Peeling off the shield, Goldmaw stared at the ancient torso inside. Grining, he yelled, “Well, I’m Da’ Warboss Goldmaw Godcrusha! I’m ‘ere to keep dis planet as long as I like!” Reaching back with his unarmored hand, he smashed his hand into the face of the marine, pushing his head into the back of the sarcophagus until it smashed. Releasing his grip, he fell onto the ground.

The biker boy jumped off as the dread fell, and walked over to the boss. “Be sure ta tell the mekboy ta fix up yer bike wif the spare parts…” Goldmaw said, pointing in the general area of the dreadnaught. ‘Boss, why don’t ya use the spare parts of da bike to fix up da arma’ for yerself?” Grinning wildly, Goldmaw said, “What a great idea. I have da best ideas…” before slumping back down.

After being hooked up into the dread, goldmaw found the boy who had saved him. “Oi!” he said, getting the boy’s attention. With a grin, he reached up and pulled one of his gold teeth out (author’s note: with his real hand, not the klaw or anything) and tossed it to the boy. From then on, the boy was referred to as Goldmaw’s protégé.

Here is a picture of Goldmaw (after aquiring all new weapons, I will write fluff about that if anyone is interested)



And his protégé

That's pretty good BBL. I like it!

Couple of thoughts...

I think losing the lower half of his body is a bit extreme considering how much action takes place and time would pass before his mek & mad dok would have been able to modify the life support aspect of the dread for him. Just not quite believable, even for an ork. Loosing his legs would still require a major prosthesis & would be less catastrophic, thus would give more time for the mek to do his job.

The crushed PK miraculously coming to life at the end is a bit thin. Perhaps you could say his arm had been struck and went numb, hanging lifelessly for a while until the feeling came back or something like that. Or perhaps rather than being crushed, it just shorted out... then later as the boss was valiantly pounding the claw into the sarcophagus plate in a futile attempt to get at the man inside... it sparked to life again.

Anyway, just some ideas... nice job though for an excellent figure.

Gitsplitta wrote:That's pretty good BBL. I like it!

Couple of thoughts...

I think losing the lower half of his body is a bit extreme considering how much action takes place and time would pass before his mek & mad dok would have been able to modify the life support aspect of the dread for him. Just not quite believable, even for an ork. Loosing his legs would still require a major prosthesis & would be less catastrophic, thus would give more time for the mek to do his job.

The crushed PK miraculously coming to life at the end is a bit thin. Perhaps you could say his arm had been struck and went numb, hanging lifelessly for a while until the feeling came back or something like that. Or perhaps rather than being crushed, it just shorted out... then later as the boss was valiantly pounding the claw into the sarcophagus plate in a futile attempt to get at the man inside... it sparked to life again.

Anyway, just some ideas... nice job though for an excellent figure.

Whoops. I forgot I left it in there. I changed it the second time to 'waist and legs'
Thats what I meant by crushed. Not crushed as in destroyed, but more like non functioning. If it was crushed-crushed, I doubt it would have done anything at all.
I'm going to try to make up rules for him, and I'll post them in my P&M and/or purposed rules.

I like it Lucifer. I love the model you've made as well. Lots of dakka!

I agree with Git on his points, but I think with a little clarification and you've got some great fluff!

I'll go proof-read and fix it up in a bit (I saved it to my computer before posting )

Fix it up and it'll be great! Waiting for much more...