-Vesk & Kren-

If the nob wasn't already riled up before, it certainly was now. At Vesk's words and posture with his chainsword (the challenge was with a chainsword), he began beating the ground with his choppa and screamed WAAAGH! as loud as he could into the air. Due to the weird nature that orks have with the warp and reality, whatever they believe will become reality. And right now the nob in question thinks he can cut the down the recruit with his choppa, regardless of the circumstances, so Vesk could be wearing terminator armor and if that axe hits it would still get through. The nob revved its engine one more time, then charged.

Vesk stood his ground, and waited until the ork got into striking range. While the ork on his warbike was fast, it was no White Scars astartes, even a recruit. Even at a stand, Vesk's chainsword swung faster than the choppa by a fraction of a second, striking at the wheel of the warbike. Perhaps fate favored the young recruit, or perhaps even the Emperor, while in his secret project room on Terra, had deemed the young astartes for greatness, because the chainsword struck fast and true, whereas the ork's choppa swung cleanly wide. The young recruit will not die today.

The chainsword cut so cleanly through the front wheel of warbike in half sending the nob careening over its handlebars forward quickly. The imperial weapon had cut so well it wasn't even damaged by the fact that it just went through reinforce rubber and metal. The nob crashed on to the ground, breaking both its legs and one of its arms, losing its weapon in the process. Vesk stared at the scene in front of him, then felt something stronger than pride in the moment: confidence in his abilities. Though his injured leg still hurt, he could also feel the machine spirit of his chainsword, it seemed relaxed in his hand though still teeming with power.

While Vesk was experiencing this, Kren reached the wartruk of the driver he had shot before. To his surprised the driver was the only other ork that was in the wartruk, so the techmarine searched the rest of the wartruk. A few more seconds revealed the reason for this. The back of the wartruk was loaded with various cruel explosives made by the orks, and it would seem as stupid as their foes were, they had enough sense to not ride with the poor grot that was driving this thing. Kren was lucky to not have set off the explosives when he shot the driver, though he must decide what to do with this wartruk, as Fastasped was getting further and further every moment.

(Vesk's chainsword is not artificer currently, though its showing potential of getting there one day. He has however gain the trait "Fearless melee combatant" allowing greater melee feats in the future.)

Kren as he looked to the driver began gather what brains he could from the spattered on the windshield and the hood of the truck and gathered it on the hood of the trukk. he then took the ork out of the seat and wen't to the back and began carefully taking the explosives out so his brother would have room in the back and they wouldn't get blown up by the first shot that hit them he then waved over his brother Vesk. "We May have a truck get in I need to make sure your in before I try this out Don't want to leave you also." he said as he wen't into the driver seat he then Voxed Tur again. "Brothers we have captured a transport that may get us to fasta speeda I just hope this works we are in a Ork wartruk going to pursue fasta speeda." he said as he closed the truck. He then looked to the pile of brains on the hood.

"This will be the most vile thing I have ever done. I pray My veteran Brother was not joking when he said we had the ability to do this." he said as he began putting the orks brains inside his mouth and began eating them. he could feel memorys of the ork and various things began influencing him. "Oy Zog it this thing better get workin." he said as he hit began messing with the Wartrukk's Steering wheel and attempted to begin driving this he began working with various wires of the alien machine and began attempting to drive it.

<Tur>
"Excellent Brothers! Glad to hear you're still in good health, we've got our target's current destination on lock. " Looking to the others he grins. "Seems they don't quite need our help, lets converge on the fuel station and ammo dump, sure we can manage to just blow up all the other Orks that will no doubt be about and leave our target for blade craft. " Deciding he had enough of deliberation the scout hopped aboard, they had saved lives and now it was time to go take more, there was glory to be earned and little to hesitate about now! Working from both memory and stored data he plotted a course for the fuel dump the pilots had mentioned, krak grenades still loaded in his launcher in case enemy vehicles ended up intercepting them.

" Thank you great Khan, Thank you emperor and thank you machine spirit "

Admiring his chainsword for a second he looked at the huge nob he just dispatched.
Filled with honor and flushed with pride he looked back at his chainsword.

" Every sword needs a name and so I will grant you a new name. From henceforth you are Swiftbrand "

He hoped it would appease the machine spirit within his sword.

He walked over towards the truck and to Kren.

" Great work in commandeering the truck brother! And I am sorry you had to eat that "
He broke out in a relieved laughter and punched his brother playfully on his shoulder pad


He voxxed his other battlebrothers.

" I am relieved you are still alive! And congratulations with the first kill brother. I have a great story to tell you about a flying Nob. And my blessed chainsword. And a ... unfortunate jump "
" Also is there a medic in the house "

With another fit of laughter he joined his brother in the truck.

-Vesk & Kren-

As Kren devoured the ork's brain, unfortunately it seemed something was wrong with it. While the taste was horrendous but tolerable, the brain itself failed to yet any memories at all. This was either due to the fact that the ork had horrible short and long term memory, or the recruit had obliterate the memory part of the brain when he blew the ork's out on to the hood of the wartruk, either way it seemed that his act of intestinal fortitude had been done in vain.

However, all was not lost as he observed the controls of the wartruk. It was mindbogglingly simple. There was a wheel, assumed to be the steering mechanism for the vehicle, and a single petal on the floor in front of the drivers seat. Pushing it slightly revealed it to be the gas. It would seem that the orks didn't bother putting in a braking system on this machine.

Swiftbrand gave a light growl, pleased to finally be distinguished amongst its more common brethren with a name. With it in hand, Vesk now joined Kren by the now emptied wartruk and the pile of dubious explosives on the ground, and the two must decide on whether to take the death machine in their chase for Fastasped, as the ork is currently getting further and further from them at the moment.

"Alright brother we better Zog it out of here and catch that git Fastaspeeda." Kren said as he got put his foot on the pedal when Vesk entered the Wartruk. They were going to catch that Git Fastaspeeda and get his head. "FOR THE KHAN" he yelled as he pushed forward. His stalker bolter he kept at his side so he could grab it if he needed a weapon. and his chainsword was on his back.

Vesk sat down and in his mind asked for guidance from the emperor. To not let this rambling sham of a truck explode on the way there.

" Brother i think it is time to see how fast this thing can go! "
" I might have an explosive entry plan my brother! We could race this damned thing through the entrance and jump clear of it before we enter it and run like hell, with luck we will blow up most of the depot and the Orks and then swiftbrand and I will make short work of the mek! "

-Vesk & Kren-

The wartruk roared to life and began speeding down the path taken by the convoy earlier. Though it was still a speck in the distance, at least it wasn't getting smaller anymore. The orks had apparently also forgo any stablizing suspension system (perhaps that's why they didn't want to ride in a wartruk full of explosives), so the ride was much more bouncy than either recruit expected. While Vesk had been careful with his injuried leg, every bump on the way was not doing it much favor. The transport sped in the direction of the convoy, slowly but surely catching up.

After a moment or so, they finally made out the rear guard of the convoy, but that also meant the orks could see them too. One of the orks was on the roof of the rear truck shooting into the air. Apparently it liked the sound its dekka made when it fires. After another volley, it spotted Kren and Vesk's wartruk catching up.

"Well, bout tyme dis boyz ought up! We's needs dat booma if we's to kill moar humees!" Then the ork saw who was driving the wartruk, and screamed. "HUMEES! WAAAGH!" Suddenly another two greenskins joined the first one with their own dekkas and all shot at the coming wartruk. Kren swerved and weaved, trying to dodge the shoota boyz (also causing a bit of annoyance to Vesk, whose injured leg kept hitting various things in the wartruk). One of the orks couldn't even hit the damn vehicle, his rounds going everywhere but where it was aiming. Another hit the side of the wartruk, riddling the armor of the orky ride and taking some of it off.

However, maybe it's because this ork was outside shooting so much that it got some practice in, or maybe it just got lucky, either way a bullet found its mark on Kren, who received a light wound. Other than the shoota boyz, several nob bikers escorting the convoy slowed and raced to the wartruk's side, Kren quickly smashed one of them off the road with the wartruk, but three jumped on to the wartruk, stabbing into the side with small choppas to hang on. One quickly climbed to the roof and began making its way towards the front where Kren and Vesk was. Another pulled itself into the interior where the explosives used to be and brandished a choppa menacingly, the last one lack the grace or strength of the others and is still working its way either on or into the wartruk itself.

(Vesk your injuries aren't getting worse, but it was more of an prompt for you to insert some humor into your post if you want. Vesk can take out two of the orks, though the ork that's still climbing can't attack you at the moment, it can start taking out pieces of the wartruk form the outside in the next post though if you ignored him. Either of the orks in or on the wartruk will attack if you don't take them out now. Kren you can also take out one of the orks, but doing so will distract you from the shoota boyz and risk a more serious wound/damage leading to the destruction of the wartruk. If you want to ram/do whatever to the shoota boyz you can't take out any of the orks on your wartruk at the moment.)

" Kren I do not dare to ask but could you at least try to avoid the holes? My leg is feeling like an orks behind after a day riding in one of these things "

Vesk stood up and his leg gave away. Making him fall face forward between Krens legs.
" You smell worse then an Ork! By the mustache of the Khan "

He stood up again and finally noticed the three Orks getting on and in the wartruck.
He took swiftbrand from his back and whispered " Strike true my loyal friend "

Noticing the Ork climbing he decided that one was the first to feel the bite of swiftbrand.
With a roaring sound swiftbrand cut through the orks legs and took them off clean.
Roaring his defiance the Ork fell down and got crushed by the truck.

" That is one " Vesk roared.
The second ork he spotted was closest to Kren.

He tried to take swift steps toward him but his leg gave away once more, turning his perfectly placed swing into a downwards stab.

Either by luck or by guidance of the emperor the Ork blundered forward straight into swiftbrand.
While chopping the Ork in half Vesk stood up and drew the sword back for a high swing.
With a roar he lobbed off the Orks head.


OOC
If this is to much slapstick and such .. feel free to edit!

Kren cursed as a ork round pentrated his armor going through his chest he took a hit as his blood spilled over his armor he roared back as he put the pedal to the medal he began to dodge the ork shoota boys. "Brother It may be best if you try to make use of my stalker bolter to take out the ork shoota boys," kren said as he continued dodging and maneuvering in the ork truk trying to avoid getting it totaled or them shot again.