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War Kitten, remember my character is a Black Templer. But a unconventional one so

Oh dear. That doesn't bode well for my ships or my Eldar on Nova Regulus. I'm going to get surprise black templared aren't I?

I'm targeteting echision vii

Your eldar on the fungus planet might be greeted by the pointy end of a chainsword. At the momment that planets top of my target list.

Nova regulus is safe for now.

 War Kitten wrote:

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"For now". You won't find Indrael or my Strikeforce there. They're too sneaky for you.

 jhe90 wrote:

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Not much as yet I admit. I have a world of giant fungi to defend.
A ad mech leader with eldar tech fetish to handle
A chaos cult to purge
And orks to kill
Oh and find some space elves....

Il be busy for a while

Governor Pavus sat at his desk rubbing his forehead. The letter that sat at his desk was not the news he had hoped for.

We the High Lords of Terra find you a competent leader Lord Pavus, however we have decided to retain Lord General Kruger Zonand as the current authority of the Charddon Crusade. While perhaps you may be a more qualified leader, it is our concern that a change in leadership may jeopardize the crusade’s already fractured unity. However we have made note of the Lord General’s short comings and will notify you should we require you assume command. Emperor’s Blessing
High Scribe Nazhier

The news made Hannibal’s schemes infinitely more difficult, no doubt word of this has found its way to Kruger. His hopes of perhaps getting the support of the Wolverines Valliant or the Death Ravens had turned to less then ash. He could perhaps suede some of the more ambitious generals, but as of now he only had the support of those who would call him their governor.

The Hound stood before the Lord Governor he was well aware of the news “It doesn’t matter permission has never stopped us before.” Hannibal didn’t respond but recalled the memory of his father. No one spoke openly about the mysterious nature of his father’s passing but there were those voices who whispered regicide and patricide. Voices who had a tendency to go missing. But as Governor Randolph suffocated on his poisonous drink Sandor Braddock Captain of the honor guard made no reaction to his dying lord. Pavus drunk away the memory that swirled in his drink “No it hasn’t but I am not all powerful here, we need subtlety and tact no doubt Kruger will seek to eliminate us as a threat.” Braddock nodded “My lord I have already made preparation, I’ve contacted a… bounty hunter who can not be traced back to us, I think you should meet him, he awaits outside.” Hannibal nodded and Sandor moved to the door control opening it.

The Avian creature entered the room, he wore rusted armored plates. The Kroot mercenary carried staff rifle slung around his modified fire warrior chest plate and a las pistol at his hip. “I here you have problem that requires a subtle hand. I can assure you me and my men are professionals none will know of your involvement.” Hannibal looked intrigued by the creature “How much would this cost.” “We don’t run cheap, but you can afford us. I don’t collet till the job is done.” Hannibal grinned “Very well than, I need Lord General Kruger Zonand dead I will provide you with his security details, he has a retinue of space marines protecting him.” The Kroot gave a beaky smile “Don’t worry they won’t get the chance to try and stop us. My friend you just hired Nihilus and the Crimson Mercenary Company, I congratulate you.” The Kroot then left the governor’s chamber and returned to his vessel.

Hannibal poured himself another drink, he had faith in the mercenary, as the kroots reputation as bounty hunters is well known throughout the galaxy. Hannibal felt confident, nothing could touch him, not even the legendary astartes.

 chazz huggins wrote:
Governor Pavus sat at his desk rubbing his forehead. The letter that sat at his desk was not the news he had hoped for.

We the High Lords of Terra find you a competent leader Lord Pavus, however we have decided to retain Lord General Kruger Zonand as the current authority of the Charddon Crusade. While perhaps you may be a more qualified leader, it is our concern that a change in leadership may jeopardize the crusade’s already fractured unity. However we have made note of the Lord General’s short comings and will notify you should we require you assume command. Emperor’s Blessing
High Scribe Nazhier

The news made Hannibal’s schemes infinitely more difficult, no doubt word of this has found its way to Kruger. His hopes of perhaps getting the support of the Wolverines Valliant or the Death Ravens had turned to less then ash. He could perhaps suede some of the more ambitious generals, but as of now he only had the support of those who would call him their governor.

The Hound stood before the Lord Governor he was well aware of the news “It doesn’t matter permission has never stopped us before.” Hannibal didn’t respond but recalled the memory of his father. No one spoke openly about the mysterious nature of his father’s passing but there were those voices who whispered regicide and patricide. Voices who had a tendency to go missing. But as governor suffocated on his poisonous drink Sandor Braddock Captain of the honor guard made no reaction to his dying lord. Pavus drunk away the memory that swirled in his drink “No it hasn’t but I am not all powerful here, we need subtlety and tact no doubt Kruger will seek to eliminate us as a threat.” Braddock nodded “My lord I have already made preparation, I’ve contacted a… bounty hunter who can not be traced back to us, I think you should meet him, he awaits outside.” Hannibal nodded and Sandor moved to the door control opening it.

The Avian creature entered the room, he wore rusted armored plates. The Kroot mercenary carried staff rifle slung around his modified fire warrior chest plate and a las pistol at his hip. “I here you have problem that requires a subtle hand. I can assure you me and my men are professionals none will know of your involvement.” Hannibal looked intrigued by the creature “How much would this cost.” “We don’t run cheap, but you can afford us. I don’t collet till the job is done.” Hannibal grinned “Very well than, I need Lord General Kruger Zonand dead I will provide you with his security details, he has a retinue of space marines protecting him.” The Kroot gave a beaky smile “Don’t worry they won’t get the chance to try and stop us. My friend you just hired Nihilus and the Crimson Mercenary Company, I congratulate you.” The Kroot then left the governor’s chamber and returned to his vessel.

Hannibal poured himself another drink, he had faith in the mercenary, as the kroots reputation as bounty hunters is well known throughout the galaxy. Hannibal felt confident, nothing could touch him, not even the legendary astartes.

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So Major Failure on getting supporters for Hannibal so the Lord Governor is planing on something a bit more extreme. I'm excited about Nihilus and his mercenary company.

 chazz huggins wrote:

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I'm surprised Pavus hasn't tried to sway Julius, new captain and all. I feel unloved

 jhe90 wrote:

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Karak sent Julius a message, a head on a spike, a honery rank, and was a bookworm in the end. Templers noticed you lol

 chazz huggins wrote:

 jhe90 wrote:

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Karak sent Julius a message, a head on a spike, a honery rank, and was a bookworm in the end. Templers noticed you lol

Spoiler:

wait me?

Reply to death anouncement. Should probbly of put as a message report not a paragraph

As Captain Julius sat in his command tent looking at the holographic depiction of the surrounding area Sergeant Ixion ran into the tent and said "My Lord, pardon the interruption but we just received a communique from the Death Ravens." Julius got up from his chair and asked "What does it say?" As they began to walk back towards the primary landing zone Ixion replied "He said in the communique that their fleet would be arriving in orbit over Kagrenz soon and that he wished to take you up on your offer to discuss the future of the Crusade." Julius contemplated this for a minute. Did he want to tell the Death Raven about the rumors he had heard? About the political intrigue that even now was occurring back at Crusade Command? He sighed, at this point he needed to let him know before just so he could prepare for it, there would be a final confrontation no doubt, and it would be wise to prepare for it's coming. Decided Julius told Ixion "Send a message back to our brothers in the Death Ravens, tell them that I'd be glad to receive them when they arrive in orbit, and give them the coordinates to the landing zone, wouldn't want them to get lost in this damned fog/" Ixion chuckled at that and then strode off to carry out his orders.

Nox rode through the barren wasteland at incredible speeds, his Gretchen assistant clinging to the hog for dear life. The DoomBlitza’s tires transformed forgotten scorched bones to dust as the mek recklessly drove over them. Then after a few minutes of hazardous riding the mek had finally reached his destination. Gobbles removed his tiny helmet and read the the green neon sign that labeled the bar “Gimud’s Pub. Boss dis iz an Evil Suns bar we aint aloud to go in dere.” The Goff mek despised Evil Suns, the gitz thought they had a monopoly on going fast. The ork loaded a sawed off double barreled scatter shoota and spoke, “You remember dose gitz dat called demselves Da Lads of Anorky.” The grot spoke “Da ones dat pinched dat Bad Moon’s bike from us. How could I forget.” “Well they like to hang out ere a lot. So I’m gonna go in dere and challenge der boss Biff da Raider to pyscho cycles. Den I’m gonna kill em.” Gobbles immediately knew that was a bad idea Nox was a master rider but facing a Evil Sun nob on a bike was like fighting a shark in the water. But before the Gretchen could voice his concern Nox had already approached the bar’s front.

Nox entered through the saloon style doors and observed the room. To his right was the bar here an ork spit shined mugs and served fungus beer to ork boys sitting on stools. In front of him were three tables. The first table was a clutter of the evil sun biker boyz who were all gathered round watching two of their mates arm wrestle, they were evenly matched. The next table was an odd sight, a group of mostly blood axes clearly identifiable by their camouflage trousers and arm tattoos, the orks were in the middle of a drinking song “Oh we’ll cut your throat and den your purse happily wif glee. We’ll stomp yer face and den your arse for Gutrippas we be!” the orks clanked mugs and began chugging. The last table held his target. Biff sat comfortably in his chair with his legs kicked up. The mowhawked biker lord had a massive mug of fungus beer in one hand, and a cigar in the other. Nox began to approach the nob when the bartender called out “Oi how many times I gotta tell you ain’t aloud in ere.” Nox ignored the bartender only acknowledging he said anything at all by raising his middle digit at him.

Biff laughed as Nox approached him “Look at what da squig dragged in ladz. Thanks fer dose bitz you let us “borrow”, got our wheels rolling right good.” Nox snarled “Shut your stinking gob you slow arse git, I’ve seen one legged killa kans move faster den dat pathetic excuse you call a hog.” Biff rose to his feet lording his massive height over the mek “What did you say boy.” “I said you and me are gonna have a little death race right now and I’m going to stomp you dead.” The nob laughed “You fink just cus you can talk big means you get to race with me? You’re a two bit Goff amateur.” Nox grinned knowing the nob’s weakness, he called out as the ork turned to return to his seat “What’s wrong, you chicken.” The biker turned back to the mek and snarled “Don’t nobody call me chicken. After I kill you I’ll feed ya to da rats.”

The two orks had taken up position outside the the bar, all the bar’s patrons stood outside watching eagerly. Da Sons of Anorky rooting on their boss. A ork shouted over the roar of the two engines “Da rules are simple, you two go real fast and kill each other. Da winner iz da one who don’t die. Go!” The two orks reved their engines and began speeding directly at each other. Biff opened up with the bike’s rapid fire dakka guns but the lead barrage was easily deflected by the mek’s kustom force field modification to the bike. The orks were on a collision course but Biff thought he would be able to shoot the mek dead or at the very least manovure out of the way before he collided with his foe, a assumption he would soon regret. Nox reved his throttle and sped up over three hundred percent in a instant. Biff had not the time to avoid the approaching bike and collided with the shield wall of the ork's force field. The impact sent the nob spiraling out of control flipping him and the bike. When they landed Biff found his legs were pinned beneath his steel mount. Nox turned DoomBlitza around and locked onto the bike’s promethium gas tank with his git finda interface system. Nox fired a burst from his powerful Dakka Gunz and the gas canister exploded with its rider pinned below it.

The nob crawled away from the smoldering wreck using only his arms, his legs were gone. The ork crawled and called out for his gang, none came to aid him, they were all in shock at what they saw. Nox dismounted the DoomBlitza and approached the half ork. The mek simply stared at the suffering ork, then he smiled. The Mek reached for the nob’s leather jacket, his badge of office. The mek had trouble removing the jacket so he put his boot to the nob’s face so that he could pry it off. Finnaly the black leather jacket came free, Nox put it on it fit big but he could already feel himself start to grow in it. He searched the pockets and came across Biff’s victory cigar, the ork smiled and lit it using the bike’s wreckage as a lighter. He examined the wreckage and noticed a beautiful glaive choppa. He pulled it out of the flames burning his hand slightly through his glove. He read the engraving on the pole arm weapon “Da Bad Kutta” He reproached the dying nob with lit cigar and new blade. The Mek thrusted the blade downward halting it only an inch from the ork’s face. The mek began laughing and set the halberd aside, after a moment the nob joined in the laughter. Then the Mek drew his scatter gun and blasted the ork’s face clean off.

Nox looked at the mob of shocked bikers, silence fell. Nox was expecting the bikers to want to avenge their fallen leader but instead they erupted in applause “Let’s hear it fer da new boss.” Nox was caught off guard only Gobbles had ever refered to him as boss. Nox tried to tell the celebrating orks he wasn’t their leader, but they had decided he was, and the inauguration ceremony involved a whole lot of drinking, so nox decided to humor them for now, he planned to just slip away with the rising sun.

The next day Nox awoke surrounded by his passed out drunk followers. He quitly began sneaking out the front door. When he exited the saloon he saw a nob sitting on a makeshift chair on the pub’s porch. The nob was obviously a blood axe his camouflage being a dead give away. The nob spoke “Morning.” Nox grunted “Yup” hoping to end the interaction but the nob kept on speaking “Dat was one heck of a night you had.” The mek shrugged now feeling obligated to speak to the ork “Suppose.” “You tell yer boyz where you were going, it be a shame if dey woke up boss-less.” Nox spoke “I aint no Nob, I aint got what it takes to lead boyz into battle.” The Nob smiled “I was leading boyz way before I got dis big, its about skill not size. And you my friend got some right proper skills.” Nox laughed “Biggest makes boss simple as dat.” The shook his head “Any ork can get big, but what separates da Ghazkulls from da regular bosses iz skill, not size.” “What do you mean what are you trying to tell me?” “I’m telling you dat you have an opportunity to do what every two bit slugga boy dreams of start your own WAAAGH!” The mek laughed “What is you some kind of mad boy, I’m too small.” “Baagh You aint listening forget how big you are, you took a gang of boyz dat wanted you dead and made dem compltly loyal to you in one night without so much as a word, dat iz a skill my friend, a skill dat starts a WAAAGH!” The Mek was intrigued by the nob’s words “Why are you telling me dis.” The Blood axe revealed a toothy grin “Cuz I see potential fer something great in you, something I want in on.” The Mek raised an eye brow “You want to help me? Why not just go off and start your own WAAAGH!?” the nob smiled “As you can probably tell I am a Blood Axe, so naturally stupid gitz don’t trust me, zog some will just plain attack on sight. But you, your special you got a great green fire burning inside yer gut.”

Nox’s head was racing with the prospects he still had one final question for the mysterious nob “Who are you?” The Blood axe stood “Names Gadnuk, Gadnuk Eadwoppa Kommanda of the Gutrippas.” The Mek’s eyes widened “Wait I know you were one of da boyz dat opened up da vault on Gallor Prime, what in Gork’s name are you doing ere.” Gadnuk spoke “Short answer is da slave trade, chaos boyz be paying good fer ripe omies.” Nox looked around and spoke “So where do we begin.” Gadnuk spoke professionally “A WAAAGH starts when one ork can unify all da other boyz on da planet under a single boss. But before we start taking over clans left and right, I fink we should go see a shaman first.” “What why do we need a weirdboy?” Gadnuk shook his head “No not a weird boy a proper Shaman, someone who speaks for Gork and Mork, they are good at finding common ground between warring clans. Plus dey are invaluable if we get into a nasty scrap. Luckily I know of a Shaman only a days ride west from here, dey call him Da Doof.” Nox snapped his welding visor to his face and spoke “Well den lets go pay mister Da Doof a visit.”

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Everything starts somewhere

Julius shook with repressed rage as he stared at the bodies of his men dangling from the trees. Not half an hour ago he had dispatched a few squads to search the surrounding area for signs of life, and shortly thereafter Squad Tavi had gone silent, and their life signs had disappeared. Concerned Julius had led a search party for their brothers and had found them in this state. The Marines behind him stayed silent, each of them enraged by the desecration of the bodies. "Cut them down" Julius ordered quietly, and his brother complied and quickly got the squad back down to Earth. Julius began to pace as Apothercary Veho went about his sacred duty and began extracting the geneseed of the fallen. They may have died this day, but their legacy would live on in the next generation of Ultramarines. There was something out there, he knew, and it had begun to kill his brothers. Julius vowed that he would find who had done this, and make them pay for their temerity. After recovering their geneseed and equipment Julius ordered Brother Avan to burn the corpses of the fallen according to their custom. He would have to write some reports soon, both to the Lord-General, and to Master Calgar explaining the ongoing situation, and Julius was ashamed that he had nothing concrete to report, just suspicions and fallen comrades.

Marshall Karak looked down from the bridge. it was going well. already the first elements had landed and where setting up a planetary headquarters near the main space port, around the main cities and sites workers where clearing the fungi and land to widen kill zones and dig defensive lines as the PDF rallied its militia forces. already a several KM wide strip was cut round the space port and wire and mine fields where being rapidly laid to further fortify the area. Contact had been made with a local Magos who ran a small outpost deep in the south of the planet, rumor had he was senile, or overly interested in xeno tech but they would find out and if needed remove him on suggestions from the local Ad mech HQ who oversaw the planets in the sector and there outposts.

All was going well as the first brigade of Death Korps marched from there transports, little did anyone know two Elder Rangers sat watching events down ultra high powered scopes. "Look down there, the dead Korps have landed, rapid fortification construction, may come this way. be ready to relocate" "come on Kosnel, there a pathetic foe, even more than the damned Mon-Keigh who infest this planet" The second ranger sitting back, dumb Mon-Keigh had let the get this close and not even seen them for days. idiots, useful idiots. "Come on, second watch, im sick of watching them act like monkeys" Giving her companion a light kick, to get them moving. "fine, but you get night watch"

Deep in the void on a long range patrol Acting Marshall Ivan strode up to the serf, "what is it Acvius, report" The serf turned nervously, "Orks Acting Marshall, sighted a small fleet on the long range sensors, ghosts and signals im picking up indicate threes more behind, cruiser class at the least sir" "Good, Least we know where they are, keep a watch Serf, " handing her a extra meal ration token, "you earned it, eat well tonight" "thank you my lord," It was what some would call a frivolity, but Ivan had learned to reward the crew for there jobs, small but men and women liked small rewards and it kept them working harder, always looking further, and trying to find more information. a lesson learned from the Lord Marshall when he had first been assigned board his ship.

Lord Marshall Karak was strolling down to the officers deck, a disused arcade style space that had once been used as officers for lesser figures it was now once again as many Catchans, Fausteens and others milled about, his intended person was on the second floor, the area going quiet as he entered, nods of respect or salutes where exchanged and then the many adjuncts, staff and Officers busied again with papers, Data slates and countless maps and documents. Finding the right one, 34/2, Knocking gently twice and entering. "agh Shepard, just the man i want to see, Petra don't leave, i only want a minute of the Lord Commissars time" The Knight Cpatain was laid on a small sofa reading a book, dressed in casual duty fatigues, as Shepard sat at a simple but functional desk writing evaluations for the serf training program. "Lord Marshall, il have the reports finished by the morning, im afraid that delays have" Cutting him off, "no, no, i wish to ask about something more important, a single question, you spent much time with the slimey Governor we have the misfortune to know as Pavus. would in your experience know him to use Xeno or renegade forces, security for the Lord General, we need to know our enemy" Shepard was caught off guard,"No i have not, but Sandor, id not put it past him, Disgraced Knight, no one knows why, dangerous. Not put much past him Lord Marshall, that he would not do"

Pausing to think "very well Shepard, thankyou for your information, it has been helpful, get the reports in when you can, i made the program more complex and set you back," Turning to Petra, "agh now you have met Chaplain Vargos i see. The art of the Sword, a Warriors guide to the mastering of the honoured blade, how do you find him?" Slightly stunned my the Marshall's interest, "oh, me. a true master of the sword, i disagree with him on chapter 23, reckless, despite the surprise value, id rather favor a more defensive strike to the right and follow with a strong blow to the center. But Lord Marshall, we all have our own styles" "interesting, id favor a stronger strike right to knock the blades path down then go for a fast strike to the center as of Chapter 34, a Scorpion Defense. Thank you for your time, Shepard, and Petra, ask for the master of training on deck 45, the Master of arms is a good sparring partner."

Turning to Petra Shepard spoke after the Marshall left, "Most odd, he's come here of all places when he can summon just about anyone. Most odd" Petra curling back up on the sofa to read, "yes, but i think i just might follow that advice, write it down for me so i don't forget darling"

Back on board the Sword of Dorn, Acting Marshall Ivan watched the gun plots and estimates tick down, they had already destroyed several small ork warships and the ships was banking to turn its main cannons onto the new target, "voids holding sir, Forward Batteries reloaded and starboard cannons ready in 24 seconds" "Port, 45 degree's, increase speed 15%" Yes that would bring them aligned, as the ork torpedo sped past them missing by a wide margin, "Fire main battery" "firing, ...... Vector plotted, ..... target hit, damaged, fires on forward gun decks and prow sir" "continue firing on target. then turn to face the vectored target D45 and fire when in range" It was going well, several kills, and minimal damage to the ship, unlike the bigger strike cruisers and the mighty Battle barges who shrugged off fire and engaged in duels of attrition Ivan only had a Rapid strike cruiser, Fast, agile but weaker he had to act more like the destroyers and evade fire than absorb it.

and if you have trouble with naming, a basic cheat

http://fantasynamegenerators.com/warhammer-40k-tau-names.php#.VlHhqXbhBD9

 jhe90 wrote:

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hope id not done a hack job your eldar rangers, just simple recon mission watching, bored, even Eldar get bored.

and if you have trouble with naming, a basic cheat

http://fantasynamegenerators.com/warhammer-40k-tau-names.php#.VlHhqXbhBD9

 War Kitten wrote:

 jhe90 wrote:

Spoiler:

hope id not done a hack job your eldar rangers, just simple recon mission watching, bored, even Eldar get bored.

and if you have trouble with naming, a basic cheat

http://fantasynamegenerators.com/warhammer-40k-tau-names.php#.VlHhqXbhBD9

Spoiler:

You did just fine with my Rangers, the Outcasts are keeping an eye on the Templar/Guard Menace. But what will the Templars do now that they have an inkling of where the Eldar ships are?

The mob of orks rode swiftly through apocalyptic landscape. For a day the two dozen bikes and the Gutrippa’s Trukk all followed the war path carved by their new leader and his exceptional mount. Gadnuk spoke into his crude communication ear piece “Da cave is just up ahead, not more den a mile.” Nox still had a sliver of doubt about his supposed destiny, but this was an opportunity that no proper ork could refuse. At last they reached the mouth of the cave. The mob stopped, they heard the electric echoes of music escape the cave. Gadnuk approached Nox and spoke “Only you and me will enter the cave, the rest of the boyz will stay out here and protect the wheels.” “Why do we need so many gitz to protect our bikes.” The Nob laughed “We’re in Deff Skullz territory. Da sneaky gitz are probably watching us right now waiting to nick something the second we take our eyes off it. In fact, I’d take that shiny bike of yours in there with you.” The mek nodded and the two entered the cave.

The two descended deeper and deeper into the cave, the volume of the electric melody strengthening with each step. Eventually the tune completely muted the muffle of the DoomBlitza’s engines, and the heavy footsteps of blood axe nob. Then the two reached their final destination, a clearing in the cave. At the center of this compartment was a natural rock tower. At the top of this tower was a single ork shredding away at his guitar. The pale green ork wore a tattered leather vest with an icon of gork on its back. His hair was crimson and worn in a six spiked mowhawk. The Doof saw the orks enter his domain but paid them no mind, merely continuing to play. Nox was about to say something to the shaman but Gadnuk put a hand on his shoulder and whisspered “Let him finish.” After a few more minutes the shaman struck his final cord and leapt down from his perched and laughed “You ladz enjoy da free show.” Nox replied “Right Snazzy.” The Shaman raised his chrome shades and examined the mek, he spoke “It can’t be.” The weird boy looked over and saw Doomblitza his eyes opened wide and smiled “Iz dem your wheelz.” Nox spoke with great pride “Yup, all mine built it myself.” The Doof grew excited “Does it glow?” Nox was caught off guard by the question “What?” The weird boy tried to elaborate “Does it glow, like iz dere a glowly red bit in dere?” Nox was shocked he knew exactly what he was talking about the meteor core “How did you know dat?” The shaman was ecstatic “Could I see it?” The mek shrugged and opened the engine’s slot removing the glowing red core. Nox tossed it to the eager shaman. Gadnuk questioned “What iz dat.” The Mek shrugged “I don’t rightly know. I found it in a meteor.” “So you just shoved it into your bike?” “yeah.” The Doof examined the crystal intensely finally he wrapped his tongue around the red power core, he flopped the flavor around in his mouth, his eyes widened with revelations, that old familiar taste of the warp. “Its true I can’t zoggin believe it.”

Gadnuk was beyond confused “What in Gork’s name is happening.” The Doof grinned “A week ago I had a vision from Mork. He showed to me a great a sea of Bikers all following one great boss. A mek so powerful dat he would ride da warp itself.” The doof turned to nox “He showed me you Da Warp Rider. Mork has ordained this great red gift to you Warp Rider. I want to help you on your journy, names Da Doof” Nox smiled “Names Nox, my associate here Is Gadnuk Eadwoppa, and dat beautiful killy beast right dere is Da DoomBlitza.” The Doof grinned “Dis iz going to be good.”

A new ork WAAAGGH on the rise? Wonder if Lilliana will catch a vision of it, and if so, how she'll react.