{hope you guys like this little story, I am working on a new ork army and thought a little fluff story would help me with any motivation issues and get me excited to get some games going. I will be adding at least one chapter every week so tell me what you think and have fun reading!}
Intro (a little bit of back story)
Every Waaagh! starts with one ork. It can be easy to forget that fact when a million raging greenskins are raising half the galaxy but the fact remains: Every Waaagh! starts with one ork.
Far from holy Terra and everything important, on the planet Vang, a nowhere little rock in the Adransa Cluster, the remnants of Waaagh! Gar'Mun cluster together in small disfranchised warbands. A pitiful fighting force had survived the final battle of their mighty warlord Gar'Mun and the Imperial Fist strike force that put an end to the Waaagh! The last battle was ended in the skies of Vang, the Warboss' Krusier and the Imperial Fist's battlebarge were locked in a hectic battle where victory hang on a razor's edge. In the end it was the death of Gar'Mun that turned the tide, as it always is, once the Warboss falls the rest of the Waaagh! devolves into a mindless mob, thrashing and raging without thought similar to a snake's body once beheaded. The Krusier slowly had fallen into Vang's atmosphere and the battered battlebarge had limped back into space, leaving the surviving orks stranded on the planet.
The following weeks had predictably shown the brutality of the ork, with no leader and no enemy the orks have split into small factions and begun to wage battle upon each other, fighting over everything and nothing. Many upstart Warboss rose and fell with the alarming frequency and it seemed that the survivors of Waaagh! Gar'Mun would remain on Vang for many years to come.
(Prologue)
Gor'Khan, a simple Snakebite without a Big Shoota to his name,was siting around a camp fire with his fellow boyz. Bitter and sulky after a resent scrap with the Goffs, the Snakebites were on very weak footing and in danger of being wiped out. Sore and in a foul mood Gor'Khan turned his gaze from the fire to the stars, a celestial tapestry of beauty that was just beyond his orkish mind to comprehend. While apsantly gazing to the sky Gor'khan suddenly noticed a red star, strangely more aggressive looking then its fellows, it intrigued the Snakebite into a closer look. Minutes ticked by and still the red orb in sky held the normally eccentric mentality of the ork, something about its raging color and fiery fury spoke to his war like heart. In the star Gor'khan saw something that represented all he wanted out life: violence and an explosive battle that could be seen a galaxy away. Suddenly he was struck by a powerful emotion: Desire.
Leaping to his feet Gor'khan thrust a finger into the air and shouted: "That! I will have that!" Grinning madly he looked around at his fellow boyz. Most ignored his outburst as an attempt to gain attention, others growled and threatened him to shut up or get a beating. None grasped the importance of what Gor'khan had said, this didn't bother him though, better that none had noticed the great red star that would be his, they would only want it for themselves. A smile on his face Gor'khan returned to his seat by the fire, mind full of visions of conquest and battle.
None noted that at this moment a Waaagh! had started...
(Next time, episode one: Two boots and a Destiny)
Episode One: Two boots and a Destiny
It had been about a week since the red star had shown over Vang, a strange calm had settled over the planet, no great battles had erupted and the orks have been more or less content to laze around drinking and scrapping amongst themselves. Only Gor’khan had been busy, his great purpose revealed to him on the day of red star had left him agitated and unsatisfied with his current standing. As he looked about at the low burning bits, his fellow boyz lazing around without a purpose, Gor’khan knew that right now he was about as far away from the red star as he could be. He had to change his fate, and he had to soon.
Slak’ Goffboot was the Nob in command of Gor’khan’s boyz. He was a large dark green-skinned Nob, he had the fortune of having a power Klaw, his shoota hardly ever jammed and he always got the biggest share of the loot. In short: he was the envy of every boy in the group, Gor’khan included. The Goffboot was the first obstacle in Gor’khan’s way onto the red star. He just had to find away to take out the Nob. While confident in his battle prowess, as every ork is, Gor’khan was not so foolish to think that he could beat Slak’s power Klaw without some kunning. So fixated on taking down the Goffboot that Gor’khan spent an unseemly amount time thinking, the other orks were quite spooked by the sight of him sitting and thinking for almost a whole hour. When finally Gor’khan reached a plan of attack he shot out of his seat and dashed off into the wilds, further confusing his fellow boyz. After several hours he trudged out the wilds, dirty, body covered in scars and the just the biggest, stupidest grin on his face. He confidently approached the table of Slak’Goffboot, the Nob giving the boy a contemptuous glare and a low growl of warning.Undaunted Gor’kahn boldly sits himself across from the Nob, swiftly slamming two mudy old boots and the table and barking a challenge to Goff’boot for command of the boyz….
Next time: Chapter 2 The Challenge
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