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On an unamed world outside of the Imperium, a war raged. The world had been occupied by humans at some point in its history and then conquered by the Orks. Years later the humans began to fight amongst themselves and the fate of the unamed world was no longer a concern for the Imperium. Many thousands of years passed as the small Ork Clan known as Da Gunz thrived and built up a civilization that would make any Ork proud. Then the humans came back. This wouldn't be so bad, but for the fact that these humans were sick with the Warp and they brought with them Daemonic allies. Still, a fight is a fight and an Ork worth his teef is always ready to get on with it.
Throsh dashed towards the burning hulk of a Trukk as bolter and lasgun shots tore up the earth all around him. With him came the remains of his Boyz Mob lead by a Nob named Wug. Wug ran the Mob with an iron fist. Well, more like an iron power klaw. Moments ago, Wug had spotted a group of humans taking shelter in the ruins of a huge structure that had once served as a Choppa production shop. Now the Choppa Shop was a shell whose only remaining use was as a strongpoint that overlooked a large section of the Ork city 'Mek Shop'. The entire city was devoted to the production of arms and vehicles, and as a whole was known as a Mek Shop. The forces of Chaos that had landed a week ago assaulted and siezed Mek Shop and Da Gunz were determined to take it back.
Wug roared in fury as a handful of lasgun shots impacted his armor and tough hide and waved with his massive Choppa, urging the Boyz onwards. Throsh bellowed out his own warcry and swung around the burning Trukk to rush towards the puny barricade that the humans had built. He brought up his Slugga, a heavy pistol scarred from use, and fired. The Slugga flashed brightly and was satisfyingly loud as it spewed shots at the barricade. Wherever they hit, his shots threw up sparks and debris, or punched through the thin flakarmor that the Chaos cultists wore. The other Boyz were also on the move, whoops and yells almost lost beneath the rattle of Sluggas as they began to assault the barricade.
Throsh felt a lasround hit his forearm and shook his head as the pain shot through the limb. His thick skin was burnt and blistered, but it wasn't a killing shot. He turned his eyes upon the unfortunate cultist who had fired the shot and sprinted at him. The human backed away from the barricade and fired wildly at the big, green Ork and was unable to score another hit before Throsh vaulted the barricade and landed inside. He brought his Choppa down and smashed it through the cultist, cleaving him from shoulder to pelvis in a single blow. With blood on his blade, he spun to the side and watched as the other Boyz came leaping over the barricade. Wug's big form was visable as the Nob grabbed a human by the arm, then swung him around and threw the cultist into the nearby wall of the Choppa Shop to leave a bright red stain on the shot-marred brickwork.
Wug snorted to his Mob, "Dey runnin' inside! Get 'em!" No real thought to ambushes or what might lay within the Choppa Shop, Wug's style was always to bullrush the enemy. The Mob was growing smaller with each fight, but there were at least ten Boyz still standing and that was more than enough to overcome any puny group of humans. Wug lumbered forward and through a blackened doorway into the Choppa Shop. Behind him came his Mob.
Throsh spared a glance to his wounded arm and saw that it had already stopped bleeding. It would be healed within days thanks to his Ork constitution. He marched through the dim hallways of the Choppa Shop until they came upon a large foundry type room where Ork forges were cold and dormant. Annoyingly, the humans had covered over most of the Ork decorations with twisty, swirly sick human decorations that made Throsh's head hurt to look at. As the Boyz spread throughout the foundry, there were sudden shouts from the doorways on each side of the room. A mob of humans armed with an assortment of swords, axes and other weaponry poured into the room and rushed at the Orks. A human wearing bug-eyed goggles hefted a Burna and spewed flames onto Wug.
Four humans ran towards Throsh. He brought up his Slugga and shot two of them point-blank, blowing their insides across the room. He leaned back slightly and kicked the third human in the chest, his large boot collapsing the crazed human's chest. The fourth let loose with a wild scream and lept forward to slam an axe into Throsh's shoulder. The blade bit in an inch or two and then was halted by his leather armor and tough flesh. He looked down at the human and offered a big, toothy grin. The human's eyes bulged and he tugged on the axe, trying to free it. The weapon came free half a second before Throsh's Choppa took the man's head off and sent it spinning through the air. The foundry was filled with thrashing, flailing bodies both human and Ork, and a cloud of smoke rose from one end of the room where the human with the Burna was setting fire to any Ork within range.
Throsh pointed his Slugga towards the Scortcha cultist and fired away until the weapon was empty. Failing to hit the human at all, he settled for running forward and grabbing a long iron bar used to manipulate metal while inside of the furnaces. Hefting the bar like a spear, he hurled it at the cultist and watched as it pierced through the human's chest and smashed through the fuel tanks he wore on his back. Like a wave of lava escaping a volcano, the thick fuel-gel spewed out of the tank. A splatter hit the open flame at the end of the Burna, and an explosion rocked the far side of the foundry. He lifted his Choppa in victory, "Who da greenest?!"
The half-dozen Orks still standing bellowed, "Da Gunz is greenest!"
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