After the battle was over, Snejk stalked on his own through the darkness of the conquered hulk, searching for some sort of a hidden place where he could set up his lair. He eventually found it in on of the human ship's forgotten ventilation hatches, where he lied down his sleeping bag, ammo and paint kit, after which he placed couple of tripwires around the place just to be safe from any stalking genestealers or more adventorous boys. He would stay there or scout around on his own until Kaptainn gave the call for more action.
<Mek Shop> @TuskatheDaemonKilla A third explosion in an hours time rocked the local Mek Shop that was still in its infancy aboard the space hulk. A converted Imperial forge made for an excellent start for the Orkstartes whom butchered it with only slightly less detriment to its working parts than normal greenskin mobs would. Tuska was currently throttled up against a wall in the aftermath of his own contribution to Orky tinkering, his dreams of the Plasma Smasha shattered along with the graviton cannon that had rebelled against his work. The Mechanicus suite installed into its systems had been proving difficult to circumvent and even when he just ripped out all the fancy bits the gun's machine spirit had forced a mis-fire that destroyed its body and took out his fancy looted servo-arm in the process. At least the latter could be replaced. With one botched job down it was time for his second attempt at crafting something. The wounded form of the Crusder battle automaton would make an excellent base for a terminata exoskeleton. Bigger and broader than even the average mega-armor marks Barok would be in for a treat as Tuska was a tek-git more than capable of handling a simple welding job to get its legs in working order. Gutting out the robots inner workings and useless scrap to make room for a large body wasn't a difficult task, a dozen serv-grots on hand waddling about with their own tools and macabre ornaments that reminded one of the 'umies' own lobotomized slaves. When all was said and done the Mek's own experiment was ready for his other paying customer. Thanks to its advanced systems and a bit of cunning re-wiring the exoskeleton would function closer to the actual armor used by the Adeptus Astartes in that it boasted its own motivated power servos and fiber bundles. <Barok's Room> @Grall_Stonefist Hammering out the details in his head then hammering it out onto reality wasn't a difficult task for the Iron Stompa. Tenaciousness was one of their vaunted strengths and several ruined barrels later Barok was able to look on proudly as he had managed his first bit of ingenuity, now he could burn ammo and shoot gits that much faster thanks to putting more lead in the air. Just as he considered hobbling off to the range there was a rough, raspy laugh just outside his door. The bulked out Iron Stompa from earlier arriving. "Well runty, yooz ready ta prove yooz superia hand crafted dakka? " Wheezing another laugh through his iron mask the Orkstartes readied his own nightmarish monstrosity of a deff gun, something that still dwarfed Barok's own weapon. For a moment he looked ready to open fire on the smaller nob. <Zakilla and da Wyrrd Git> @Vanestus @bossaroo While Zakilla was left to watch as his hopes and dreams of having a looted graviton cannon fused with his plasma gun went up in an air rippling explosion that left Tuska welded to a wall for a few seconds, a grot came running up to him. Bedecked in heavy robe scraps taken from a fallen Skittari its pointed nose speared out comically from a face hidden by shadows. "Da Kaptainn passes on hims fanks fer a job done good. 'E wants yooz lot lookin' after da new weird-git from da Red Skarz. Bruva Gazgrul should be 'ere right quick. " Without warning the runty greenskin vanished into the shadows, leaving the Goff Angul to watch as one of the ill omened weird-gits came marching down the hall.
@bossaroo @Grall_Stonefist Making the Plasma smasha was turning out to be much more of a challenge than Tuska had imagined as an explosion came from the recently looted graviton cannon that not old slammed him again the wall of his newly made mek shop but also wrecked his favorite servo arm. "Zog you ya piece of Umie metal and weird grubbinz!" He yelled as he got himself unstuck. He stomped over to the troublesome piece of complicated technology and did the only thing he could thing of at the moment which as to smash the thing with his wrench. At least the exoskeleton turned out to be quicker than he had thought but this thing was a total failure he thought to himself as he tossed what was left of it onto the large scrap pile he had made earlier. He then detached the damaged looted servo arm and placed it on the now vacant table and grabbed Zakilla's plasma gun and walked outside of his shop. "Dis is yourz an no refundz." He said as he handed him the plasma gun and walked back into his shop to work on the second issue at hand, his smashed grabba and his newly made prototype Dakka arm. He went over to the scrap pile again and grabbed several bits of metal that looked solid enough and placed them by his ruined grabba. "Don't worry grabba I'll 'ave ya good az new in no time." He said as he took out his assorted tools from a large drawer built into the table. He started his repair project by opening the thing up with a blow torch and pliers, once it's insides were in the open he got to work replacing wires and fixing the servos that made it move once the internal work was finished he used the pliers to close it back up and welded it shut. Next came the work of fixing the bent bits of metal and several bits of armor that had been knocked off from his impact into the wall. With a mixture of brute strength and a nearby vice he managed to get the thing strait again and he simply welded more orky looking bits of armor onto the arm and with a quick repainting the arm was as good as new and even more Orky looking. He then reattached the grabba to his back by connecting the grubbinz to the port on the looted power pack strapped to his back and he then hooked up his pride and joy the dakka arm mk 1 to another port he had recently added giving him two mechanical arms one for smashing and holding things down the other for dakka. He then attached the ammo feed belts to the twin linked bolt shootas and stared at one of the many servogrots that had found their way to his shop. "Oi go find da git called Barok and tell him his flash is ready!" He yelled as he made the finishing touches at attaching his new limbs.
@bossaroo As the heavily robed grot disappeared into the shadows the sound of foot steps could be heard approaching Zakilla. The figure stepped into the light revealing it to be a tall ork nob, wearing skull bedecked karapace armor and a tattered cloth hood over his head. With a mystically decorated copper staff in hand and a large bolt slugga at his side he stopped in front of the Goff Angul and said," Iz you da git dey call Zakilla, cauze if ya arr I'm Bruva Gazgrul I waz tuld you'd be showin me aboutz."
Orskurr wandered the warped and twisted halls of the Hulk whilst awaiting his turn with the Mek to replace his scrapped limb. He already had some improvements in mind over his normal greenness. Red, like his old gauntlet. Faster, so the next time he could smash whatever might try that trick again. As he walked, he found a suitable piece of blown out wall that he promptly grabbed onto with his one remaining arm and gave it a good pull. Da new Basha it is then! Eventually he wandered into a room with long tables and metal boxes with grills on top. Even the twisting influence of the warp couldn't rid the place of 'Umie cooking. It made his stomach grumble, but Orskurr approved of the accomodations. Long tables to stretch out on, plenty of cover in case anyone felt uppity..
Barok looked to the larger iron stompa, seeming that atleast he wasent stupidly forgetfull, but ofcause he wasent, he was an iron stompa after all, and Barok had no intent to back down now, just needed to hope that the test wasent who shot eachother first. "Yah, one mor tinker un wes be off for da test" Barok answered doing his best to sat stubburn as he quickly turned to try and krank up the machinery of his shoota, nothing that would last, just something to enhance the firering speed for whatever test the larger nob had in mind. OOC: if allowed, ill try to do the buff part of my trait increased firerate
<Dakka Off> @Grall_Stonefist "Lets go boy!" Several shots were loosed off to disrupt his crafting. "Yurok is gonna show you wot real dakka looks like! Dat it ain't got a fing ta do wiv who made it, just dat it works. " Leading the way he began laying out the terms of their contest while enroute to one of the hangars that had been converted into a training pit and firing range. "Whoever blows up da most targets on da range wins, plain an simple. Total destruction an knock down, no half stands or head shots, gotta be completely down else it don't count. Winner sees to it dat da uva gets hims shoota upgraded, I win an yooz gotta upgrade mine, an do it right or Iz take ya zoggin' head off. You win an I'll have one uv me tek-git bruvas make your slugga dere a bit more flash. Clear? " <The Next Big Fing> Several months later and the space hulk, now affectionately referred to as 'Da Ritejuzz Murda Kage', Kaptain Gormor gathered the various Orkstartes forces that now dominated nearly half of the hulk. Several new Deff Roks had crashed into their mega krooza, helping take control of more and more of stitched together tomb ships. The Deff Wotch forces from each Rok mostly kept to themselves, acting like actual companies under their various kaptains. Thanks to the constant presence of Orks and the various deaths that accompanied their constant fight to secure larger tracks of the vessel numerous spore pits had formed and were now a prime recruiting and training ground, the best of the Ork boys that spawned from these dark pits taken in and forced into training to become Skoutz for da Orkstartes. Already a large number had graduated during their tours of duty purging new parts of the hulk and several Dakka-stator and Taktikul-gitz squads stood along side the veteran nobs of the Deff Wotch. Kaptain Gormor regarded all of them from atop an as of yet uninstalled stompa head, the greenskins all gathered in a construction yard formed inside the gutted remains of a massive Adeptus mechanicus transport. "Da Goff Angulz 'ave failed! Da gitz bugged out an were forced to run da zog away in da face of some 'umies invading our space! Deyz got da puny Guard wiv dem and some Azztartes callin' demselves da Steel Predatahz. Da zog kinda name is dat fer a buncha ponced up 'umies? 'Ere in a few days we gonna drop out uv da warp an weez gonna start stompin everyfing in space and on woteva planet deyz tryin' ta take from us. Word is they're lookin' to destroy our own dakka-makin' an arma craftin' cyborg 'umies deeper inta our space, an dat can't stand! Deyz make alotta ded killy fings an I don't know about you, but I'm not losing our ded killy fings. I want all uv yooz boys preparin' fer da fight! Practice ya taktiks, make yaselves kunnin, buff up ya krumpin' ability and get ready for da fightin'! " @GobMaw_HellSmasha @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Grall_Stonefist @bossaroo @Vanestus @Jorimel @Skarboy @Colapse
Zakilla stood up in a frothing rage a blood lust to rival that on a blud angul. consumed in the defeat and defamation of his chapta "DA GOFF ANGULZ IZ ORKS AN' WE AINT NEVA DEFEATED WEEZ JUST GONNA COME BACK FER ANUVA GO !!!!!!" His orkstartes trappings failing for a bit as he bellowed before he recalled his post and pulled back . " i swear on me honor az a Orkstartes an' to da EMPRAWAAAAAGH TA AVENGE MA CHAPTA AN' LAY DOWN A PROPPA KRUMPIN ON DA MI-MISBE- DA DAFT PRETENDAS TA DA TITLE OF ORKSTARTES !!!!!!!" The ork grabbed his plasma gun before his voice queited to a whisper "da goff angulz dunt forget an' da sure as an ork iz green dont forgive" he quickly stomped over to the armoury grabbed to krakka stikks with the full intent in shoving them where the sun dont shine in a azztartez kaptinn before returning to the meeting his eyes seething with blood rage
"Wez guna krup dese steel gits rigth and propa Kaptainn," Snejk nodded, his features covered in black and green camo paint, or was that dirt from spending too much time in ventilation hatches? "Wez guna use everfin we got and den dose gits aint guna stand a chance!"
"Dun wurre Kaptain wez gunna krump allz dem humies an der Spacey Mahreenz," Gazgrul said from beneath his hood. "Duz anyone knowz where iz can goez to praktice me powaz?"
