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This story is set on Calderis 3 years after DOW 2 Retribution.
The Mek hid behind an oil barrel. His shoota Clenched close to his face. He peered around the barrel only for more heavy bolter shells to fire in his direction. The Mek was tired of hiding from the guardsmen. He knew that it would take a while for them to up root the heavy bolter to escape what he had planned. He grabbed a stik bomb and pulled the pin. He tossed it over the barrels. It landed by the guardsmen. Then was a large boom which hid the screaming of the guardsmen. Mek Dakka face got up to smell burning fabric, flesh and metal but this did not put the ork off. He salvaged what he could from the corpses that were not engulfed in flames. Then he turned to check the coast was clear. All he could see was dust. Suddenly a glyph showed up on his bionik eye. The ork ran into one of the igloo shaped buildings as a sandstorm approached. He grabbed the shutters and flung them shut. The sand started pelting at the side of the building and the howl of the wind echoed outside.
“Oh noez I was hopin’ some gitz would come by so I could stomp well ‘ard!” He said aloud
The sand storm died down about ten minutes later. And the Mek got out of the building. He could hear footsteps nearing. He readied his shoota.
He was surprised to see an Ork Warboss come round the corner. He looked a bit rough around the edges and not in tip top condition. He held a large chain axe as least as tall a Dakka face and a Kustom Shoota in the other hand. The Mek did not feel threatened by his presence because he wore the off yellow of the Bad Moonz clan. The Mek stood still and waited for the Warboss. He was huge at least three times as big a Dakka face. He looked like he had been in a fight recently with fresh blood stains on his axe and armour. It also had a lot of damage done to it.
“Bloody ummie leg walkie thing bloody shot at me with missles while I was stomp some ummies. You should of seen its legs collapsed!” The Warboss laughed.
“Wot? You iz talkin’ to me?” Dakka face asked
“Who else am I gonna be speakin’ too ya git!” Replied the Warboss.
“Oh I seez!” Dakka face said in return. “Youz look like you haz been it a fight. Have fungus beer. Sorry I ‘aint got much left a bit like me Dakka.”
“Thankz! Ever since those bloody free booterz came took all our loot!” The Warboss grumbled .
“Yeah they screwed up that Waaagh on Typhon too! Apparently there boss got crumped and all his loot got nicked! It outrageous then they go do a runna!” Dakka face yelled.
“You iz a feisty one aint ya! I like dat! Wot’s ya name!” The Warboss asked.
“Dakka face. Wot’s yours?” Asked Dakka face.
“Boss Skull smasha! Wonna join me Waagh?” He asked.
“How many Orks are in it?” Dakka face asked.
“2 if you join!” Skull smasha replied.
“Fine!” Dakka face answered.
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So what do you think.

Lol nice so far, is he a warboss if he is on his own though?

Well he was a warboss before the Ork pirates came. And who would agrue. More to come Dakka face and co ain't seen nothing yet.