Some fluff for our upcoming battle.
Short story is that because Chaos is doing better in Battle Fleet Gothic games, the orks have started to lose the war for Morkheim, even though they pretty much win all their 40K games. Reason: Chaos can land more troops to reinforce their positions. Orks, not so much. Now its time for Decskull to make a choice...
Decskull the mega armored warboss and his favorite Grot, Finga strode through the sprawling ork settlement known as Ork Town, which had sprung up adjacent to a massive old humie city, which the orks called Morkheim.
Alarms were sounding here and there as ork mobs hurried from one part of the barricades to the next, shooting and hacking up zombies gleefully while grots continuously ran back and forth to keep the mobs supplied with ammunition and fuel for the orks’ vehicles.
When he reached the barricades, Decskull let loose a long burst of his big shoota into the endless horde of zombies ahead. The zombies exploded instantly, but were soon replaced by more from the endless horde.
Decskull continued to riddle the horde until his big shoota jammed up, before reluctantly stepping back from the fray. Some of the shoota boyz let out some cheers. “That’s it boss show em why youz da best!”
Decskull scowled as he pondered Da Big Picture stuff in his head.
“Now Finga, how many boyz do you reckon I have on my side?”
Finga paused to scratch his chin. “I know the answer to that. Dat’s easy. You
av a lot of boyz!”
Decskull grunted. “Alright, an ow many zombies does the Dark Lord
av?”
Finga really took his time answering the question, really thinking it out, even counting on his fingers before answering, “Well it’s kind of hard to figure out because sometimes when a zombie bites one of da boyz or a grot, it turns into a zombie boyz or a zombie grotz but but but. I sayz Dark Lord az more boss!”
Decskull nodded. “Dat’s wot I thought. Just wanted to make sure. So what’s da cunnin plan boss?”
Decskull smashed a nearby boss pole with his power fist.
“Da cunnin plan was to wait for Rot Ear to land his Rok on da city den unload a stompa an kill em all. But dat didn’t work, cuz Rot Ear iz a git an his Rok is all ded now.”
Finga nodded. “Wot about da Blood Axe’s plan?”
Decskull scowled at Finga. “Wot Blood Axe?”
Finga nodded furiously. “Dat kunnin Nob Sneaka. He said we should pull back across da river, out of range of der artillery. Da flat terrain wud elp da Speed Freaks... and den and den…”
Decskull chuckled and grinned. “Oh so you mean run away? Dat sounds like a gittish plan alright. Stupid Blood Axe.”
Decskull thumped his way to the nearest Mekshop and snarled at the worker grots lounging about. “My gunz broken. Fix it!”
Once the grots started to oil up and unjam his eavy shoota Decskull started to elaborate again.
“I’m done bein kunnin. I’m doin this da Gorker way now. Da Dark Lord is controlling da zombies with his zoggin magic right? WTell if I krump da Dark Lord den da zombies will be just az dumb az dey used ta be. So all I gotta do is find the Dark Lord, an kill im!”
Finga jumped up excitedly. “Great finking boss, but where we gonna find em!”
Decskull grinned. “The same place Spikey Boy bosses always go to. Jus find da tallest spookiest building, an dat’s where we’ll find da Dark Lord!”
Meanwhile, on the top floor of a lavish spooky looking sky scraper, the Dark Lord sat upon his grand throne. He thought to himself Dark thoughts, but they were also happy thoughts.
The orks might win most of their battles but I have the manpower, the resources on the ground while my fleet maintains dominance in the void. Soon my conquest of this ancient plague world will be complete, and ancient knowledge and ultimate power will be mine.
The Dark Lord had no idea what was about to happen next…