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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…




This message was edited 2 times. Last update was at 2022/06/16 02:57:41


"Iz got a plan. We line up. Yell Waaagh, den krump them in the face. Den when we're done, we might yell Waagh one more time." Warboss Gutstompa 
   
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Chapter 2: The Exciting Conclusion? (Based on Ork victory in the narrative campaign)

Finga ran through the crowded brew house and got on top of a table. Before any of the boyz could swat him off he started shouting.

"I saw Decskull kill da Dark Lord I swear. I was der!"

A heavily tatooed Death Skull boy grabbed Finga around the neck and threw him across the room.

"Shut up you stupid runt. Only fing Decskull did wuz git imself fried up by da spikey boy cannons on iz dumb attack an git a bunch of boyz kilt wit im. Gud riddence I say."

A wild eyed speed freak gibbered in agreement, "Yeah yeah, dats right Gudder, everyone's mobbed up wit Captain Rot Ear now. After he landed dat big shooty rok in da middle of da spookie city, da big stompa an battle wagons rolled out and went dakka dakka dakka an den der was no more zombies left, an no more zoggin spikey nonsense!"

Undeterred Finga climbed on top of the bar and started shouting.

"No no, you got it all wrong. Da Dark Lord was making all the zombies smart an controllin all der ships an makin dem smart. Once Decskull krumped im, all da spikey gitz got real stupid. Dat's ow Rot Ear was able to finally land a Rok ere! Decskull won uz da war!"

"Arrrgh, I swear I'll carve out the tongue of whoever speaks tha name Decskull again! Eh's just another ded Nob tha thought he was a warboss!" Captain Rot Ear hobbled into the brewhouse on one peg leg. With a wicked grin, he pointed a massive shoota at Finga and squeezed off a few rounds in his direction.

The massive shells put some holes in the nearby wall, but otherwise missed Finga as he darted out of the way and hid under a table.

"Right, so all da best boyz an smartest meks can git on mi Rok before it blasts off. Den we'll have a right and proper Waaagh!" Rot Ear proclaimed boldly.

Just then a massive Mek Boy strode into the brew house, his body covered in mega armor and strange gizmos. "Yah best do so quickly Captain. The warp energy that kept this tiny moon warm for so long was kilt when yah stompas krumed da last of da zombies. Tha means tha place gonna freeze up real quick."

Rot Ear walked up to the Mek and leered at him. "You mean ta say tha zombies was keepin this place warm? An dat uz orks killin dem is going to cause sum kind of...climate change? That's the biggest rubbish I ever heard. What's your name Mek Boy?"

Everyone in the Brewhouse started to laugh at the Mek. Even Finga snickered under the table.

The Mek didn't laugh at all but remained very serious. "I'm Wil-Ford. An I knowz more den any uver orks. But don't worry. I ain't trying to convince you I'm smart. You can leave me ere, cauze I ain't goin with yah fleet anyhow. Got to finish a big project ere on Morkheim."

Rot Ear snickered. "An wot's dat smart boy?"

Wil-Ford grinned. "I call it, da Per-Pet-Ual- Motion Engine. A great train, da greatest train any ork az ever seen. It will race across da whole of Morkheim an will withstand da coldest fiercest weather. Yis, my invention will be da greatest, da orkiest, an da bestest."

"An I will call it...Grot Piercer."

Meanwhile...is Decskull really dead? To be continued!

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"Iz got a plan. We line up. Yell Waaagh, den krump them in the face. Den when we're done, we might yell Waagh one more time." Warboss Gutstompa 
   
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Decskull was certainly not dead, even though he actually had been clinically dead before (courtesy of a Hive Tyrant), but that was another story. No, Decskull was merely severely injured and laying down in a fresh pile of snow in utter agony. Which he had been doing for a while now.

Getting shot by a las cannon had a tendency to do that, even for a mega armored war boss like Decskull. Was he a warboss though? Until recently, Decskull had always saw himself as more of a Nob. It’s just that there was never a proper warboss around, so he had to step into the role.

But the truth of the matter was, he never really enjoyed being a big leader, or running an empire for that matter. Decskull thought about the Chaos fusion bombing of BOD, which in a way was kind of like when the tyranids ate another planet he used to run that was also called BOD. This time around it was more frustrating though because the first BOD had been an empire of one planet orbiting one star. This time he had an empire of two planets, both orbiting one star. BOD 2 and Morkheim, definitely a proper interplanetary empire. But now it was down to one planet…just Morkheim. And even that was questionable at this point.

But as Decskull pondered the loss of his first interplanetary empire (Decskull couldn’t fatham what an interstellar empire would look like), he also thought about the important things in life. Like priorities. In particular, what was more important, owning the most planets, or krumping the toughest gits?

To Decskull, that was easy. It was definitely krumping the toughest gitz. That made him feel better about losing yet another planet named BOD. Planets would come and go. But killing an ard git was a lifelong achievement that could never be taken away.
With that bit of pondering resolved, Desckull managed to pull himself up out of the snow pile, his big green muscles struggling against the malfunctioning suit of mega armor. Slowly but surely he trudged his way back toward ork town.


On his way back toward the town, he noticed that the air had gotten considerably colder since before he had led the attack on the Dark Lord. As a matter of fact it was really cold. Snow was everywhere. He also noticed the complete absence of zombies, though their corpses were piled up all over the place, left and right.

It looks like I missed some good krumpin, he thought to himself, with a slight frown.

As he got closer to ork town, he noticed a whole mass of grots working furiously on laying tracks for a railway system. A runt herder leared over them, shouting and brandishing a whip at the grots. “Come on now, work faster for we all freeze out ere!” He shouted, and cracked the whip again.

Decskull leered at the runt herder as he approached. “Wot’s this nonsense going on now? Buildin a rail fingy? This looks like humie nonsense!”

The runt herder turned and looked peering at him. “Oi, is that you Decskull? We thought you wuz gud as ded! I’m afraid fings aven’t worked out all that well ere on Morkheim. Rot Ear landed iz Rok and killed all da zombies. But den he stole all tha best loot for his free booter navy and took off back into the void, leaving tha rest of us behind!”

Decskull brimmed with rage. “Tha sounds exactly the kind of thing Rot Ear would do. That thieving git! Yah still ain’t answerin my question though. Wot iz this railway nonsense!”

The Runt Herd nodded. “Some kind of climate change thing, makin tha place real cold. Now the only hope to not freeze is for every un ta git on board this big train tha Big Mek Wil-Ford is building. Its supposed ta keep uz orkses warm.”

Decskull grabbed the Runt Herder with his power claw and flung him out into the snow.

“A train that’s supposed ta keep orks warm? That’s Mek boy nonsense. Dumb Mekboy should be building me a new spaceship instead so we can chase down Rot Ear an git my loot back!”

Decskull continued onwards into the sprawling rail yard that Ork town was quickly becoming. Onwards toward Grotpiercer and its mysterious Mek Boy creator.

"Iz got a plan. We line up. Yell Waaagh, den krump them in the face. Den when we're done, we might yell Waagh one more time." Warboss Gutstompa 
   
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Months Later:

Decskull found himself looking out the window of the train hoping against hope that it was going to get warmer outside. As much as he had wanted to Krump Wilford when he confronted him, once Wilford explained (preceded by a massive head butt), Decskull realized that he didn't have much of a choice. Either get on the train and be a Nob under Wilford, or freeze to death.

And so now he was not freezing but not fighting either, and that was incredibly frustrating.

Just as Wilford predicted, temperatures had gotten cold, really cold. So cold that even ard boy couldn't go outside without freezing up on the inside. That meant everything else on Morkheim was also frozen over. So that definitely meant there was nothing outside to krump. The surviving orks and grots, and squigs that had been left behind by Captain Rot Ear were the last living things left, at least as far as everyone knew. Together they had formed a new tribe, called Da Wheel an Trakk Tribe.

A decent name, but what was an ork to do?

Well the speed freaks were staying busy trying to make the train go faster.It seemed like every boy was a spanner now, and they all had crazyy ideas.

From windmills to rockets to ion pulse engines, all kinds of crazy stuff was being tried. It usually didn't work out too good. Wilford tolerated it, but if something got out of hand he would have to krump the spanner that tried it. You see most orks couldn't understand it, but Wilford knew that if the train went too fast it could go off the rails. That's why he was the smart big Mek and other gits were not.

For the rest of the boyz though, time on the train meant lots of drinking and brawling in the brewhouse car, which was also called Da Night Car because the lights kept going out. (Which also made for some good fights)

Three orks in particular, Speedsta, Busta, and Kevon were brawling almost constantly. Decskull figured one of them would become a NOB someday. assuming they didn't kill each other first.

Of course, there actually was real work to do on Grot Piercer, lot's of it in fact. But that was all done by the grots that lived in the tail of the train.

It was said that even squigs were treated better than grots, though grots were eaten somewhat less often.

Decskull hoped that there would be a rebellion or something soon. Life without fighting was boring and brew housing bash just wasn't good enough for a tough Nob like himself.

Next Up: The Revolt of the Seven Zombie Grots.

This message was edited 2 times. Last update was at 2022/07/03 12:05:30


"Iz got a plan. We line up. Yell Waaagh, den krump them in the face. Den when we're done, we might yell Waagh one more time." Warboss Gutstompa 
   
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Some Pictures of Grot Piercer, Da Eternal Engine

Wilford Sits Atop Da Engine



Grotpiercer...1001 Cars Strong. (Ok Maybe a Few Less den Dat)



Lit up at Night


"Iz got a plan. We line up. Yell Waaagh, den krump them in the face. Den when we're done, we might yell Waagh one more time." Warboss Gutstompa 
   
 
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