From Boy to Boss, a Warhammer 40k Ork Boy Quest

Climbing up into the turret, the Boy's big grubby fingers gripped the handles of the Heavy Bolter with glee. Slamming both his thumbs down onto the butter-fly trigger he felt the weapon buck and saw the tracer trails through the viewport cutting a line in the ground. Giggling with glee, the Ork kept up this fusilade of fire as he swung the turret physically towards the Gangers surrounding the Chimera.


Unfortunately, the Gangers also noticed the line of bolts crawling their way towards them, and scrambled for cover. Growling with frustration, the Ork continued gunning the Bolter in a single heavy stream and managed to cut down a small handful of idiots who tried to hop between craters and cover.

Between the Heavy Bolter and the Ork's own fire from nearby, the Gangers advance had faltered to a dead stop. They returned fire here and there, but the momentum was lost. From within the Chimera, the Ork Boy noticed the Gnagers see something from the Ork lines and act frantically.


It started with a trickle. One or two of the Gangers in the back felt the tide turning and did what they always did in such situations: run away. The 'squad' level leaders began to shout orders over the din of gun fire and try and pull their men and women out. But as they began to retreat, the air became thick with slugs as more and more firepower was added to the fray. The Ork Boy heard a massive cry from the ork side, on taken up by dozens of throats. With the Heavy Bolter bucking in his hands, his adrenaline broke through the roof at the legendary war cry of his kind. With one fist he bashed the hatch open and partially stood up to raise his choppa in the air and join in.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AIN'T SO LUCKY NOW IS YOU, YOU HUMIE GITS!? DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA!!!"

The Ork Boy was having the time his four hour life, his nice Big Shoota scything down the fleeing humies, turning their retreat into a completely shattered rout. One group of blue armored humies reduced to red mist, another paste on the ground. The Shoota barked angrily as the Ork kept up the stream of fire before the shoota stopped. Baffled, the ork pressed down on the trigger a few more times to only be greeted with depressing clicks. It would appear this Ork had just learned one of the darkest truths of this galaxy: Dakka starts and ends with the amount of ammo you have. He growled and performed several acts of percussive maintenance to fix this problem to no avail.

Before the Ork would go through the motions of trying to stuff his spent casings into the Bolters ejection port, he felt the Chimera lurch as some great climbed atop it. Looking up, the Ork was slightly unnerved to see another ork staring down at him. This Ork, however, was massive, larger than even the Nob he nicked part of his Choppa from. His black armor was accented by the checkered shoulder pauldrons he wore, and around his neck was a necklace of dozens of horns and Teef.

"Oi! Is you wunna my Boys?" The biggers Ork's voice sounded like something between a growling squig and a revving tank engine, and his blood red eyes hid his incredible anger.

[Kunnin' Trait/Brutal Trait]

"Uh, Yeah boss! I'z da boy fer da Orkiest Boss around!" At this the big Ork grinned with a mouth full of dagger-like fangs.

"I iz! Krump-Killa's Gorky Boyz are da best Boyz 'round! YA HEAR DAT, ZAPGROT? MY BOYZ ARA DA MOST KILLY AND KUNNIN'!" The Boss suddenly reached down and yanked up the Boy by the scruff of his neck and raised him to the sky. "Lookit dis git! 'E's greener dan any boy you've got!"

The bigger Ork looked at the Boy with narrowed eyes. "Greener dan any boy I've got. Wot's yer name again, Greeny-Boy?"

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Name, Pick One:

• [ ] (Insert Name Here)
• [ ] "I'z Greenyboy, ain't I boss?"
• [ ] "A name? How long I had dat?" (Random Name)

The Gangers are running away, now is the time for the favorite pastime of Ork's post-battle; Looting! Of course, you can always do other stuff…

Pick 2:

[ ] Loot the battlefield.

• [ ] The Chimera
• [ ] Piles of Humie corpses
• [ ] Piles of Ork bodies
• [ ] Search the area in general, cast a wide net

[ ] Speak with the Boyz milling about

• [ ] A mob of Boyz muckin' about
• [ ] The Big Boss you met
• [ ] An Ork who happily hums to himself as he stitches a writhing Ork back together
• [ ] A group of Gretchin fight over some worthless baubles. Go give them a good kick

[ ] Try and figure out how to use the Chimera. You looted it, after all!

• [ ] Figure out how to drive it
• [ ] Figure out how the dakka works
• [ ] Figure out the boring bits. Atleast, the boring bits you need to know about, you're no Mek