I hope there will be a Techmarine option. Because honestly half the fun of being a Heretek is jamming daemons into various pieces of equipment in order to make them do things they really shouldn't be able to.
Take a Sentinel, give it two weapon arms sticking out to either side of the body, and jam a Tzeentchian daemon in for cameleoline effects. Wire the pilot in so they can control the thing with their mind/serve as the wetware to run the deamon's consciousness. You have made the best Sentinel ever.
[X]Ramirez has a map of what looks like Rok Drop sites, and there's one close by near the sea.
You look over the map in your hands, turning slightly in the direction that Ramirez pointed, before grunting, "Roight, off your rears you lot, we're goin' fer a swim."
Mekmillar comes close and looks at the map in your hands, "We'ze checking out da Roks boss?"
You nod before stabbing a finger at one in particular, "Dis one'z da closest. So we go 'ere first and see wot we can loot from the place." Looking at the rest of the Kommandos packing up while the Weird Grotz were putting their stuff up on Da Altar Of Killy while dat Big Book of theirs floated behind Bossy Grot. Meanwhile, Lil Panzee was still asleep in her seat after spending most of the night shooting off the Soopa Kustom Kombi-Shoota.
*Sniff*
Bring's a tear to your eye it does, dat Lil Panzee's starting to become all propa Orky. After a moment of pride at your ability to help a buncha Grotz and a Panzee begin to realise their true Orkiness, you clamber up into the driver's area and wash your mouth out with a good mouthful of fuel, gargling for good measure before swallowing.
Reconnecting the fuel line, you slap the 'Go' button and listen to the Weirdtrukka's engine grumbling to life before you gun the engine and enjoy the loud roar it releases as the Kommandoz pile in the back and you shift the Wierdtrukka into forward, "Okay Boyz! 'Ere we go!"
And as the Weirdtrukka roars through the forest, smashing down trees in it's way, the sound of singing fills the air along with random bursts of gunfire.
"Orkz orkz orkz orkz orkz!"
The journey takes the Weirdtrukka under towering trees as large as buildings, the sun visible through gaps in the foliage while animals watch the smoke-belching Ork vehicle or flee from its passing as it leaves a trail of crushed foliage, discarded remains of things eaten, and mushrooms busy taking root in the detritus.
Under the trees, others might have been fascinated by the stone ruins overgrown by moss and plants in the undergrowth, but for the Orks there was no appreciation of natural beauty and historical mystery, simply the more primitive joy of smashing through stuff with laughter and gunfire. Soon, the trees began to thin and you peered ahead at the path, "Oi! I think I see somefin'!"
Mekmillar pops open a hatch on the troop area and looks forward as well, "I see smoke! It might be da Rok!"
You slam your foot down on the accelerator and Da Wierdtrukka flies through the undergrowth, smashing down trees, shattering small boulders and running down a few large beasts that were too slow to get out of the way of the hulking vehicle as it tore through a thick wild hedgerow and out into the open air.
A stretch of cliff-dominated beach meets you, waves lapping against the shore while towering rock formations reach up to the sky, but your eyes focus on the important thing in front of you.
There, in the distance with curling smoke drifting up from it, the cracked-open mass of an Ork Rok sits in the distance, half-sunk into the sand and water.
"Dere'z da rok!" One of the Kommandoz shouts, "Let's get ova dere and start lootin' da place!" A chorus of ragged cheers greets your ears and you smile toothily as you gun the engine.
"WAAAAAAAAGH!"
Swimma Wheels churning the pristine white sand, Da Weirdtrukka roars along the beach, tearing up great rooster-tails of sand and water while you laugh and fire your weapon into the air, prompting Lil Panzee to do the same.
The Kommandoz promptly join in, popping open firing hatches to fire at anything and everything they see, such as animals, the air, rocks, sand, suspicious-looking shadows, and even a pair of lost soldiers, although they didn't have time to see what happened before heavy-caliber shells tore them to pieces while you swerved around a rock formation to see the Rok properly.
It was a ruin; the giant asteroid had been cracked open by some tremendous impact to the nose and several of the huge engines were embedded into the landscape, while the interior that was open to the air had ejected most of its contents over the sands of the beach...and it was most pieces of Rok and bits of discarded scrap too small to be useful.
"Aww, zog, all da good skrap is gone." You moan while the Kommandos all groan in disappointment as you look around to find anything that could be useful to add to Da Wierdtrukka or update your Shoota while parking the trukk so you could investigate on foot. You turn to the Weird Grotz and Lil Panzee, "Stay 'ere. You protect da Trukk, got it? We lose Da Trukk, then you'z betta be dead when it gets krumped."
Bossy Grot nods, "You got it boss!" Huh, she didn't flinch that time. Good. You hate Grotz dat flinch.
Tromping across the oil and ash-stained sands with the rest of the Kommandoz, you begin the long task of searching the remains of the fallen Rok.
By the time night falls, the search is finally called off and you all trudge back to Da Wierdtrukka soaked through with oily seawater and empty-handed as you clamber back into the driver's cab, still dripping water.
"No luck?" Smarty Grot asks and you grunt. She shrugs, "They didn't find anything."
"Well? Tell him!" Bossy Grot snaps and Smarty Grot sighs.
"Alex says she saw something from a nearby river, and Maria thinks she saw movement back in the treeline which could be enemies or more of your 'Boyz' wandering about."
You hum to yourself in consideration, "Hmmm..."
"Boss? Wot'z da plan?" Mekmillar pipes up before you casually cuff him for interrupting your thinking.
[]Head up the river, maybe the Boyz here went that way.
[]You and the Boyz need a good scrap. Head into the Forest.
[]Let's go back the way we came, maybe something came along while you lot were busy searching?
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[X]Head up the river, maybe the Boyz here went that way.
"Get da stuff tagether!" You shout, "We're headin' up da river!"
Starting up Da Wierdtrukka, you aim it towards the river, and without preamble Da Wierdtrukka is driven into the water, a yanked lever engaging the driveshaft to the propellers as the giant truck bobs, floats, and then begins rumbling through the water, driving a large bow wave as you encourage Lil' Panzee to shoot at random interesting targets, filling the canyon with the sound of laughter as the Weird Trukka continues to plow through the waves.
Daylight begins to fade, and as the night begins to fall, it's soon just you and the Weird Grots as they study that humie book of theirs and you focus on driving the Weird Trukka through the river, the wheels touching the bottom in the shallows to dredge up clouds of mud while the churning propellers sliced up random fish who were too slow to get out of the way, sending a steady stream of fish pieces floating down the current as you peer up at the sides of the canyon, your gut telling you that some gits were watching you.
Suddenly, as you turn the Weird Trukka around a corner, something hits the top of the cab with a sharp *ping* sound before something clattered into the cab, prompting you to pick it up and look at it under the harsh yellow light of the lone lightbulb you installed for when you had to drive at night. It look like one of them 'arrer' things that the Snake Bites used when they fought as 'Propa Orkz' but you hadn't seen any sign of Ork passage through the area that led out of the deep canyon the river you were following was now flowing through.
*ping* A short yelp sounded and you glanced up as Bossy Grot's face appeared, "We're being shot at! Do something!" You glare at her for a moment, before shrugging.
"You do it, ya grot."
Bossy Grot scowls, "Fine, I will!" Once her head vanishes back out of sight, you simply lean back and relax.
Result: 49
Spell Chosen: Inferno Bolt
Effect: Enemy suffers severe casualties and -20 Morale Roll Penalty!
Suddenly, the sound of some of that earache-inducing chanting reaches you as an ominous glow fills the air, "Wot da z-"
An earth-shaking screech shakes the Weird Trukka before a bright bolt of energy streaks out towards the lip of the canyon walls, and for a brief moment you see shapes trying to dive for cover before the bolt strikes and detonates, lighting up the canyon as a wave of fire sweeps across the air, causing you whistle at the light show before you hear hissing screams from up above.
There, illuminated by the flames, mobs of funny-looking lizard things were readying a buncha panzee arrer-throwas and spears, some of them pushing rocks towards the edge of the canyon.
Even so, the spell had reaped a terrible toll, burning and flailing bodies visible with some of them falling into the river as you watch. Even so, it looks like they're about to start a fight.
[]Hurr, hurr, it's a fight now.
[]Bah, deze are panzees! Better zog off.
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