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New chapter!

Chapter 7 – Stikks an’ stones may break me bones…

Stabba thought about every single possible way how to bash Porka. His first plan was just simply cut off his arm, but that wouldn’t be fun enough. He wanted Porka to feel like a ‘umie who lost his uniform, or something like that. But Stabba knew for sure that he was going to bash Porka one way or another. As he walked towards the armoury he noticed that he had forgotten his choppas. He paused his walk and started searching around the slums for a cutty weapon, but all he found was a bunch of metal pipes. That would have to do, thought Stabba. At least now he was actually going to bash Porka and not chop him.
Stabba looked at the Orks around him, and they all seemed busy with something. It was rare to actually see orks work without complaining or fighting. If it wasn’t for Stabba’s quest he would have asked them what they were doing. He shook his head and focused on Porka once again.

He was finally in front of the armoury. The armory had been repainted yellow for some reason while he was gone, but the color had already started to look all tattered-like. He shook his head once again as he focused his mind on Porka. He snarled before kicking the metal door open, and there stood Porka, inspecting the Ork who had just kicked his door in.
“Oi, if dat door gets damaged yer betta pay for dat! … Wait, if it ain’t Stabba!”
Stabba looked into Porka’s eyes from distance before opening his mouth;
“Yer ‘bout ta get it, gitface.”
Porka eyed Stabba up and down with a rather confused look. He told Stabba to wait as he kneeled down to get something behind the desk, and once he came up again he held a fancy kustom-made deffgun.
“Iz goin’ ta get wot, squigface?”
Stabba started to sweat as he tried to come up with a good excuse. He was after all only armed with a metal pipe so picking a fight with Porka wasn't ideal.
“Naw, Iz didn’t mean like dat! Iz mean, urr, dat yer goin’ ta get lots ‘o praise for yer stuff dat yer gave me” assured Stabba. Porka lowered his deffgun and nodded in response before he put down the gun behind the desk.
“Iz glad dat yer liked me loot! Get ‘ere, Iz got sumthin’ ta show yer!” said Porka with a happy face. Stabba walked over to Porka while hiding his metal pipe. They walked across the armoury, and once again Stabba saw more new stuff. They stopped at the choppa-department. Porka sat on his knees, looking for something in one of the many crates. Stabba saw his chance to stab, or rather, bash Porka in the back. After all, he was a Kommando so he was probably right. He gathered all the power he could in his left arm before hitting Porka in the back of his head with the metal pipe.
Porka fell down on the floor and grunted in pain. He protected the back of his head as good as he could while Stabba kept hitting him with the metal pipe, and luckily for him Stabba only had one arm.
“Dat’s wot yer get fer trikkin’ me, gitface! Da rokkit wos ta small, ‘em choppas killed only three chaos boyz an’ da silenca wosn’t ah silenca!” roared Stabba as he kept whacking Porka with the metal pipe. After a couple of more whacks he stopped to give Porka a chance to explain himself before Stabba would start round two.
“Wot yer talkin’ ‘bout?! Iz said dat ah nob killed one hundred chaos boyz, not da choppas! An’ yer pikked out yer slugga yerself! An’ da rokkit? Lemme guess, yer tried ta put it on da ammo-shooty part, didn’t yer?! Dere’s two shooty parts, one fer rokkits an’ one fer dakka!”
Stabba remained still for a couple of seconds as he thought about what Porka just had told him. And the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
“Yer callin’ me dumb, Porka?!” roared Stabba as he grabbed Porka’s neck and shoved down his face in the metal floor with all his might. Stabba started to kick the confused Ork who had probably just caught a concussion. Stabba walked away to grab a choppa that he saw lying on a nearby desk.
“Yer arm’s mine now, Porka! Never trikk me again!”
“Stabba, wot in da zoddin’ Gork do yer think yer doin’ wiv me armoury boy?!” roared a rather familiar voice, and Stabba turned around. There the warboss Yurk da Smart stood and glared at Stabba, and Krampa da Bully had tagged along the boss. Stabba started to tremble in fear as he tried to find the right words to explain the situation. There was a law in the Ork camp to NEVER lay their hands on the armoury Orks, and he knew very well what happened to those who did lay their orky hands on them. Stabba hated himself for getting too excited with Porka. While he had been hitting the other Ork he had failed to hear Yurk entering the armoury.
“Big b-b-boss, lemme explain!” pleaded Stabba as Yurk came closer to him. The warboss was intimidating in his mega armor, and his power klaw was bigger than Stabba himself. The stick with trophies on the back of his armor showed trophies that put Stabba’s to shame. Yurk had slayed all sort of enemies, but mostly space boyz and chaos boyz.
“Stabba… Yer picked ah fight wiv me armoury boy… An’ now, yer askin’ fer mercy?”
“Big boss, lemme explain!” pleaded Stabba once again, but Yurk replied with backhanding Stabba with his power klaw. Stabba was sent flying and crashed against the wall, and he grunted in pain. Yurk spat on the floor and took a sip from his fungus rum before he turned his attention to Porka. Porka looked at his "savior", and Yurk grinned his teeth before he smashed the confused Porka to pieces with his power klaw, the red blood coloring Yurk’s armor.
Stabba struggled to get up as his body was hurting all over from the brutal smash. He looked at Porka’s corpse; it was mangled and shredded to pieces. He felt disappointed now that he did not get to steal Porka’s arm, but he was more worried about what Yurk would do to him now.
“Ahright, Stabba! Explain why yer wanted ta kill me armoury boy!”
Stabba struggled to speak, his chest was hurting the most. He took a deep breath before opening his mouth.
“Iz never wanted ta kill Porka, big boss. Iz wanted ta steal ‘is arm ‘cos ‘ee trikked me before! Sold me sum bad stuff, ‘ee did!”
“Wot? Really?” asked Yurk and Stabba nodded. Yurk scratched his head with his free arm.
“Well how ‘bout dat. Ought ta ask before Iz smash, harhar!”
“If it makes yer feel any betta, big boss, Iz liked wot yer did” Krampa said and giggled like a grot.
“Thanks, Krampa. Yer always know how ta make me feel betta. But, urr… Yer betta find anotha boy ta steal ah arm from, Stabba. Porka ‘ere’s stomped flat.”
“Why yer stomped Porka anyway, big boss?” asked Krampa da Bully.
“’Ee sold me ah bad bottle ‘o fungus rum, ‘ee did.”
“Naw boss, dat wosn’t Porka. Dat wos Ukru.”
“Fo’realz?” asked Yurk with a high-pitched voice, and Krampa grunted in response.
Stabba finally got up on his feet. He supported himself against the wall with his only arm to maintain balance, and his head was spinning from the brutal smash. He looked at the nob boss Krampa and sighed in relief that Yurk was there. Stabba was glad that Yurk were close, or else Krampa da Bully would had killed Stabba on the spot. Krampa was by far the most sadistic Ork in the camp, and everyone feared him.

The metal door to the armory opened, and Stabba turned his attention to the newcomer.
“Oi, big boss! Iz got me ah tranmishun from ‘em space boyz! ... An' wot happened ta Porka?” asked the Ork, and Stabba struggled to see who it was, his sight was blurry since Yurk bashed him.
“'Oo cares 'bout Porka! Play da transmishun ahready, Gazra!” snarled Yuk. Stabba finally realized who it was – Big Mek Gazra, the mekiest Ork in the camp. Gazra entered the room and he held his transmishun-catcha high. The transmishun-catcha crackled loudly until the message started to play.
“… … This is Captain Tarlcon. By our orders… chapter… Wrath Guard… assault the death world Laktron’s Fall. … … Ultramarine’s support… … … annihilated. The Imperial Guard require… … … Chaos attacks the world. It is our duty to… …. soon. Emperor protects.”
The Orks pondered the situation, and they all waited for Yurk to say the first word.
“Well… Space boyz’ comin’. But da quality of yer transmishun-catcha’s pretty bad, Gazra. Get dat ta work proppa ahready!”
“Naw, big boss. It’s pretty good. Iz dunno wot interrupted da call so much, though” replied Gazra.
“How does dat thing even work?” asked Yurk da Smart.
“Iz got no bleedin’ idea, big boss.”
“Well, dat doesn’t matter. Stabba! Get ah arm an’ come back ta me! Krampa, beat sumthin’! Gazra, yer comin’ wiv me, Iz need ta contact da Goff boyz an’ get ‘em ‘ere ta dis planet. Iz got me ah speshul plan, Iz do…”

Hahahah its gettin good again!!! Needs more

You may live for one more day, this was amusing to read

Very nice can't wait for the next

Thanks guys for the comments. I'll try my best to be more active in the future! I'm really sorry for being so slow with the updates as well, but a busy man is busy after all! As usual I have probably made a lot of mistakes or I'm just going to change a couple of sentences. However, it's really late and I'll do it tomorrow. Happy reading.

Chapter 8 – Me arm! … An’ da weird boy

"Naw! Leave me arm alone!"
“Hurhur… Iz dun think so, runt” snickered Stabba. It was finally night and most orks had went to sleep, and those who were awake were either drunk on low-teeth fungus beer or looking for a fight with one of the drunk orks. It was the perfect opportunity for Stabba to steal an arm. No one would see it was he who assaulted an Ork, and even if someone did – who would give a grot’s snot?
Stabba whacked the Ork over the head with the looted metal pipe, and to his surprise the Ork was knocked out cold immediately.
“Well how ‘bout dat. Bash ‘em once, ‘em fall! Bash ‘em twice, naw! No need! Harhar!” Stabba stole the fallen (and drunk) Ork’s choppa and eyed him properly. Stabba took some distance before chopping off his arm with one, clean chop. He kneeled down to grab the still-twitching arm and kicked the Ork one more time to make sure he was knocked out before he set off to Trok da Mad.

Stabba entered the den of Trok da Mad with a feel of weirdness in his stomach. No one enjoyed Trok’s company. In fact, no one enjoyed a dok. Stabba took a deep breath before he went down the stairs. He sighed as he prepared himself mentally before he opened the door. The smell of death and decay was still fresh in the air in the room, and the blood was still coloring the floor.
Trok da Mad looked at Stabba. He was operating on a human, but Stabba had no idea if he was just playing with the ‘umie or actually helping him. Stabba chuckled as he waved the looted arm to Trok.
“Shokks an’ doff, yer finally ‘ere, eh!”
“Iz sure am. Now attach dis arm to me body! Iz tired being wiv me only arm!”
“Sure, sure, get ‘ere. Iz still got work ta do wiv me ‘umie! Sit down ‘ere, eh!” said Trok and pointed at the bed in front of him. Trok pushed down the human from the bed, the human fell to the ground with a loud boom. The human woke up and looked rather surprised now that he was awake, and he started to squirm on the floor like a wounded animal.
“Stay still, eh!” commanded Trok as he stomped on the human’s head. The human’s head splattered across the floor beneath Trok’s foot, and Trok seemed to be just as surprised as Stabba was.
“Well, wutever. Iz got me plenty of ‘umies ta play wiv, eh.”
Stabba walked carefully over the bloodied floor to avoid getting too much blood on his boots. Who knew what kind of blood it was? And Mork forbid that human blood would paint his boots without coming from a proper fight.
Stabba sat down on the bed that was positioned in front of Trok. He handed over the arm to Trok who grinned his teeth.
“Dis might ‘urt ah bit, eh” warned Trok. He grabbed his operata-pointa and some thickened human hair from a nearby table and combined the two into one. Stabba had seen humans do something like this before, but Trok’s needle was at least five times bigger than the ‘umie version. He pushed the loose arm at the gaping hole of Stabba’s shoulder and penetrated his orky hide in an instant with the operata-pointa, the hair going all through the skin to make sure the arm would stay attached. It stung like crazy, but Stabba was a proper Ork so he avoided making any sound, even though it was difficult.
“Ahright, jobs ah gud’un, eh!” said Trok happily as he admired his work. Stabba rubbed his new arm, and he reckoned that he looked pretty awkward. The looted arm was smaller than his other, and by quite a lot as well. Oh well, it will grow to match the other arm in no time, though Stabba.
“Get ta Yurk now, ‘ee came ‘ere before an’ started yellin’ at me dat yer weren’t at ‘is place, eh!”
“Urr, sure” replied Stabba without thanking Trok. He ran up the stairs to get away as fast as possible from the uncomfortable den.
Stabba took another deep breath as soon as he got out from Trok’s building. It felt nice to breathe proper, orky air again. He looked around at all the troublemakers who were fighting with each other.
“Iz stompy stomp yer face so flat dat not even yer grot gonna recognize yer!”
“Hoo yeh? Well, Iz goin’ ta bashy bash yer face so ‘ard dat it’s gunna be dead ‘ard!”
Stabba looked at the two orks who were exchanging wits with each other before running away to Yurk’s mansion.

“Iz ‘ere!” shouted Stabba in the warboss’ room. Yurk turned around while muttering something before he turned his attention to something else.
“Wot ‘bout da big boss? Why ‘ee’s all mad?” asked Stabba to Krampa da Bully.
“Big boss went ta smash Ukru, but Ukru challenged da big boss’ grotiator wiv ‘is own grotiator. Da deal wos simple; if Ukru’s grotiator won then ‘ee wosn’t ta get smashed.”
“Iz suppose dat da big boss lost then?”
“Yerr. ‘Is grotiator got smashed ta pieces. Da big boss started ta jump up an’ down wiv rage. Pretty funny, Iz tell yer.”
“So, where’s Ukru?”
“Ukru? ‘ee’s stomped flat. Yurk bashed da zogger anyways.”
Stabba grunted in response before walking up to Yurk. Yurk turned around once again and muttered something. He took a sip from his fungus rum and made some weird gestures with his power klaw. He looked at Stabba with hate in his eyes.
“… Yer ‘bout ta infultrate da goff boyz wiv da ‘elp of me weird boy. Iz want yer ta place da speshul bomb Iz prepared fer yer an’ then put it in da big spacey ship of Warboss Ugu da Bonecrushah. When ‘em boyz boss all dead dey'z goin' ta be confused. When dey'z land on dis planet Iz take control of ‘em an’ send ‘em ta die against da ‘umies while we’z get da fun wiv ‘em space boyz. Got’z it?”
“Yerr, big boss. But, urhm, how Iz get out of dere?”
“Dun’ worry. Me weird boy, Rattlerat, gonna get yer out of dere. Get in da room behin’ me an’ poke ‘im. ‘Ee’s ah bit slow an’ cranky, so yeh… Krampa gonna follow yer.” Stabba nodded and walked inside the room together with Krampa.

Rattlerat sat on a throne made of bones and skulls. He didn’t seem to be awake, yet his eyes were wide open. His body was filled with veins, and whenever he breathed the whole body started to shake.
“Oi, Rattlerat! Yer dere? Mmh? Rattlerat?” Stabba sighed a little as he looked back at Krampa.
“Yer ain’t goin’ ta wake ‘im up like dat. Yer gotta poke ‘im. Yer do dat while Iz stand ‘ere.”
“Iz just poke ‘im? Dat’s it?” asked Stabba, and Krampa nodded while smiling like a fool. Stabba sneaked up to Rattlerat. He hesitated for a second before poking him, but nothing happened. He poked Rattlerat two more times, and suddenly Rattlerat started to shine in a deep green colour, and his eyes were focused on Stabba.
“’Ooligans! ‘Ooligans! ‘OOLIGANS! Dey’z ate me orky babies! Me orky babies!” roared Rattlerat while hitting his own head. Stabba looked at him with confusion. This was the weirdest thing that Stabba had ever experienced. From distance he could hear Krampa laughing his lungs out.
“Yer ‘ere ta eat me orky babies?! ‘Ooligans! Iz ate me orky babies!” Rattlerat kept roaring as his whole body started to crackle with green lightning.
“Ooka-dooka ‘ooligans! Pooka-rooka ‘ooligans! Ba-da-ra ‘ooligans! Wouuuuh!” Rattlerat’s veins started to pop out even more, and without warning his whole body exploded. His body parts splattered all over the room and the blood stained all over Stabba and Krampa. Stabba stood there like a fool, he had no idea what had just happened. He turned to Krampa, and even Krampa had stopped laughing.
“Dat’s supposed ta happen?” asked Stabba.
“Naw… Oi, big boss! Get in ‘ere! Iz think Rattlerat’s got 'imself blown up!" shouted Krampa from Rattlerat’s room to Yurk’s room.
“Dun' worry ‘bout it. Ee’s doin’ some weird stuff at times, 'ee's fine!” shouted Yurk back.
“Naw, big boss! Iz pretty sure 'ee actually went boom!”
“Wot?! Yer betta be lyin’ ta me, Krampa! Iz in da foulest mood, Iz am! An’ if yer lyin’ Iz goin’ ta bash yer teef in!” replied the warboss as he entered the room. He inspected the mess while scratching his head.
“Oi, Trok! Get in ‘ere!” shouted Yurk, and Trok da Mad entered the room.
“Feel Rattlerat’s pulse, will yer?”
“Sure thing, big boss. Eh.” Trok grabbed a limb and pushed his hand on it. He had a very serious look on his face as he looked at Yurk.
“Deader than yer plan, big boss. Eh.”
Yurk’s face went from angry to murder as he punched Trok with all his might. Yurk cursed the orks for being good-for-nothing while jumping up and down on the floor, just like Krampa had told Stabba earlier. Once he had calmed down he rubbed one of his impressive teeth while opening another bottle of fungus rum.
“Fine then, we’z goin’ wiv plan B…”

What the fek happened to the weired boy? nice chapter, can't wait for plan B

Tellyportas, by any chance?

This thread is full of win!!!

Loved it m8! Keep'em coming!!!

 Themanwiththeplan wrote:
What the fek happened to the weired boy? nice chapter, can't wait for plan B

To tell you the truth man, even I as the author have no idea what happened to him.

Tellyportas, by any chance?

I'll be working on chapter 9 reaaaally soon. But first, off to my daily chores!

This was insanly good! Well done AND MOAR YA GIT!

Hmmm.... Dos weird boyz a'lays blowing demselves up. Dats why dose kommando's use 'em tellyporta's. Dem smart like dat!!!

You still there bro?

willhman wrote:
You still there bro?

Yup, I'm still around. I've felt a bit down lately so I haven't had the energy to write something new. I still got plans to continue this and I have already written some. But eh, bear with me I suppose. :p

...ok fine

willhman wrote:
...ok fine

Watching this thread for sure.

I'm going to update this thread really soon. I'm quite excited to finally be able to introduce Speedboy in the upcoming chapter!

Im literally crying cause I thought you just updated the thread

It was quite some time since I last updated this thread, but I kinda felt the urge to write something again and then I remembered this little story that I wrote. While I do enjoy some of the chapters, especially chapter 1, 4 and 5, I feel that I really did rush a few others, and I will probably make a few changes to them at some point. This is one of the issues that I have with my own story, out of three.

The second thing that I want to do this time is to truly update when I feel like actually writing. One of the reasons why a few of the chapters were rushed was because I wrote just to write. A mistake, really. I see so much potential in some of the chapters that I made that I honestly want to add at least twice as much text now, or completely scrap them and re-write the whole chapter.

The third one is somewhat connected with my second issue. Most characters doesn't actually have a personality, and that is (and was) because I rushed a few chapters. This is something that I will try to change now without overdoing it. My way to redeem myself now is to have a dialogue chapter (chapter 9) and the next one will finally show a little bit about Krampa and Trok. This way I can at the very least show some of their... well, orky personalities.

Anyway, I'm done with my ranting. I hope you have enjoyed my story so far and this newly made short chapter. Please do point out any grammatical errors that I may have made. I will not be offended, rather the opposite -- I will thank you.

Chapter 9 - Da speshul plan B

”Plan B, big boss?”
”Yeah… Yer ain’t ah proppa boss wivout ah extra plan or two” said Yurk almost mockingly, and even though his massive metal jaw plate kept his mouth hidden from the eyes you could feel how he smirked so ugly that only an Ork could possibly pull off.
“Iz got me three plans. Plan A, B an’ D.”
“Iz pretty sure it’s supposed ta be A, B an’ C, big boss, eh” Trok da Mad dared to say to the mightiest Ork in the camp, Yurk himself.
“Iz bloody ‘ell know dat ahready, mista ‘Iz can’t fight proppa ‘cos Iz ah runty lil’ dok!’” Yurk lashed out. Yurk’s words got to Trok; he looked down on the floor with a look of shame in his eyes, not too different from how the pansy Eldar boyz looked like. Stabba patted Trok on the shoulders, saying with the very gesture itself ‘no worries, you’re still the dokiest dok there is.’
Krampa grunted in frustration of Trok's interruption, then he broke the ice, “why do yer ‘ave A, B an’ D plans, big boss?”
“Iz glad yer asked, Krampa. Lookie ‘ere, da ‘umies pretty good at catchin’ me transmishuns an’ wha’ not, an’ when dey’z ‘ear dat Iz got me A, B an’ D plan dey’z get confused, ‘cos then dey’z don’t know ‘bout me C plan. Orks one, ‘umiez zero.”
“Unquestionable logik, big boss” Stabba added.
“But wot’z da plan, big boss?” asked Krampa impatiently.
“Fine, fine,” Yurk said, annoyed by Krampa’s tone. “Iz got me ah couple ‘oo tellyportas at da otha camp. Iz got ta keep da main camp, MY camp, in check. Ain’t so easy when Speedboy an’ ‘is bikerz keep bullyin’ da boyz fer not havin’ ah bike. An’ dun’ get me started on da stormboyz, now!”
“Dead cunnin’, big boss” Stabba added again, sucking up to his warboss.
“Owh yeah, Iz ‘emember now! Da boyz kept usin’ da tellyportas ta catch up wiv ‘em biker boyz, an’ then we’z never saw ‘em again. Hah, wuz sum’ pretty good laffs thou, big boss! We’z should take ta tellyportas back to da main camp!” laughed Krampa, dreaming back to the good ol’ days but was quickly silenced by Yurk’s famous backhand slap on the top of the head.
“Iz ain’t goin’ ta ‘ave me boyz gettin’ tellyported aroun’ da space fer ah laff, yer damned git!”
“It does sound pretty funny thou, big boss” Stabba said, embracing the incoming backhand on the top of his head. It was worth it.
“Da plans still da same: Iz goin’ ta send Stabba to da spacey ship of da incomin’ Goff boyz, ‘ave ‘im stomp Ugu da Bonecrushah. But dere’s ah small change in da plan now, yeah.” Yurk turned to Stabba and looked him in his eyes, and Stabba welcomed the attention that his boss gave him.
“Yer goin’ ta crash ‘is ship on dis planet. Da ship betta go boom, but keep da Goff boyz alive from da boom.”
“… Why do Iz ‘ave ta crash da ship” Stabba asked, confused by the ‘small change’ in the plan.
“’Cos it would be pretty amusin’” said Yurk casually, fully disregarding the safety of Stabba’s life, and the other two Orks in the room nodded in agreement. It truly would be more amusing… if you were the one to watch.
“Once we’z done wiv dis meetin' Iz goin’ ta call in Speedboy an’ ‘is biker boyz ta get yer ta da speed camp, Stabba. Dey’z should arrive da very next day, so yer better get yer gear ready. But Iz got me ah mission fer yer lot. Trok, Krampa an’ Stabba, Iz goin’ ta need yer… ‘expertise’ ta intaraga-… interughet-... interruhge-… beat up ah couple ‘oo ‘umies ta make ‘em talk. We'z took some 'oo 'em 'umies alive from da last raid, and Iz intend ta get me sum intelluhgens 'bout da 'umies 'ere on dis planet from 'em.”
Krampa shined up like the sun. This was his hobby, after all. Trok and Stabba were fairly happy as well, but not even their combined happiness could compare to Krampa’s.
“Yer da best, big boss! Iz goin’ ta keep gooooood care ‘oo ‘em! Promise!” cheered Krampa, and Yurk laughed in response, happy about his enthusiasm.
“Iz as happy as ever, big boss! Truly! But, Iz dun’ get it. Krampa’s da meanest 'oo us, so ‘ee’s da one doin’ all da bashin', an’ Iz collect on ‘umie parts. So why does Stabba get ta hog some ‘oo da fun, too?! ‘Ee’s ‘bout ta blow up ah spacey ship wiv da grumpy ol’ Goff boyz, dat should be enuff, eh!” whined Trok, and he felt how Stabba glared at him.
“Yeah? An’ how yer supposed ta get da ‘umies ta speak when yer dun’ even understan’ ah word ‘em ‘umies sayin’?!” snarled Yurk, pausing as he gave Trok a mere two seconds to think about it before he started flapping his gums again.
“Only me an’ Stabba ‘ere knows how ta speak ‘umie, so unless yer learn how ta speak ‘umie in five minutes yer goin’ ta be stuck wiv Stabba in da intero-… beat-up-till-‘em-talk-room.”
Stabba grinned his teeth at Trok, and Trok muttered something about runts and fish gills.
“But Iz get ta do all da bashin’, right, big boss?!” pleaded Krampa, looking as worried as an Ork possibly could. Yurk nodded to Krampa, and once again Krampa shined up.
“Make ‘em talk, but we’z only got three of ‘em ‘umies so better be careful! Dey’z break easy, bein’ soft an’ all” Yurk said before heading off to his chamber. He was probably going to call Speedboy now, thought Stabba.
“Better get da grots ta clean up dis mess, eh…” said Trok and looked at the scattered body parts of Rattlerat.

Its great!! Keep going please!

Haha thanks man. I thought no one was going to comment at all! Yeah I'll update it someday, hopefully soon. I have even started on the chapter!

great!! i really liked it