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The following Fluff is based off of an actual event in one of the games i played, where a unit of Killa Kans had insane luck with their shooting.


"Get ova here ya runtz, time to draw lots!" Grotsplitta yelled, and the small group
of ammo grots nearby huddled closer, each hoping that they would get the blank scrap.
"Green iz da boss, Blue da nobz, and da red un is for Dattrukk! Skribnit, you go furst!"
Skribnit reached his hand into the barrel, closed his eyes, and pulled out a small shard
of tank armor. he heard cries of delight from the other grots and knew, without even looking,
that his shard was red. he walked right past the heap of ammo and rokkits, picked up a bag,
and started pleading to Mork and Gork to let the Meks gun break before Dattrukk decided he needed
a little more dakka...

When he got to Dattrukks workshop, the Big Mek was still loading up the Zookas on the three kans.
"Get ovah here and start getting dem loaded up, i'z gotta strap on me Gun!" bellowed the mek, and
Skribnit obeyed. after dumping most of the larger scraps into the hoppers, Skribnit noticed a crate
filled with tiny nails and pins, smaller than his fingers. this gave him a dangerous idea, and he
started to carry them over to one of the Kans.

"whut ye tink yer Doin, Runt! Dem tiny fings ain gonna do Feth to anyfing!"

"EEK! skribnit tinked meybe dey would help make da humies die faster, cause der would be lots of dem
whenever da Zooka fires."

"whuteva."

Skribnit finished filling the hoppers, and then tried to sneak off, but one of the meks snagged him, and
tied him to Dattrukks Shokk attak Gun.

************************************

9 hours later, on the field of battle

"hey, Dattrukk, da Kans is finally shootin at dem humies whats in charge!" Skribnit yelled, trying to be
Heard over the Ruckus the snotlings all around were making. he never quite understood how they could be
this dumb, even squigs stayed away from a mek with a Shokk attak gun.

"dis outa be good for a lerf!" dattrukk replied, and pulled out a pair of Binoculers he had made.

the kans opened fire, and Dattrukk noticed two things right away, and a third just a moment later.
first that almost all of the scrap they flung landed in a very small area right around the command squad,
second, that the entire squad dropped like flies.
the third thing however,which took a moment to sink in, was that none of the pieces he could see had hit
any of them. Skribnit,who had been using an old spyglass, saw all of this as well, and blurted out:

"See, i told ya putting dem nails in would help!" only after speaking did he realise to whom he spoke, and as
Dattrukk's nastiest look fell upon him, he knew that he was gonna be the next thing going through the Big Meks
favorite toy.

Dattrukk reached down, and picked up Skribnit by the scruff of his neck. after glaring at him for what seemed
the longest moment in Skribnits short life, he placed skribnit on his shoulder and said:
"Ye know whut? When we get back to da Shop, Im gonna give you yer own Kan. Wid two of dem Zookas!"

FIN

The 3 kans had fired upon Creed's command squad (after it survived being rolled over with a deffrolla) and of the six templates dropped, 3 landed directly on target, 1 scattered into s different squad, 1 scattered only one inch away, and the last one landed in the middle of nowhere. each member of the squad failed exactly enough saves to die. since the Gaurd still won that game (by 1 kill point) Creed managed to live. (carried off the field in a stretcher though.

This should probably be in Dakka Fiction... it's nice though. Very few people that write Ork stuff remember to put the Ork bits into it.

Oh no! CREEEEEED!!!

should be in dakka fiction, but i like it!

will you add more fluff as you go on with your battles!

Fluff relating to battles is the best fluff.

@Sageheart: Yes, as i figure out how to fluff it, i will add some fluff, and with the help of my opponents, i may even put up a full on battle report!