Chapta Too;
Wots da sitch?
Activity in the Skavenga Kween was at an all time high after the rather crappy landing by the gits in charge of the Space Hulk Tardiz. The attack ship had been ripped from its moorings and flung like a gretchin in a game of grotball and now Gork, or Mork, had given them a bit of a fight in the pub. Itza Luga snapped his power claw as he howled off in pursuit of the intruders who had shot up his favourite pub and then had the gall to try and run away without letting him have a go. The Kaptin was not far behind him bellowing instructions and applying swift kicks where they would be most needed. He surged out of the rip in the hull and saw a bunch of gits climbing on floaty sleds. Bolts of red and green came back towards him and he lowered his kombi-shoota, unleashing the under-barrel burna. "OY DON'T LEAVE WIVOUT UZ!" He snarled and pulled the other trigger as the small fuel cell for his burna used its entire load. Four corpses adorned the deck of the closest floaty thing.
A dozen bolts smacked into his armour, most of it harmless, but two of them blasted chunks out of his favourite shoulder. They were crying out something in various tongues, and then one drew an item from his belt and Luga broke into a hard run as he felt the weight of the boyz behind him howling with glee. Panic set in and two of the vehicles with drivers behind their controls shot off into the sands without becoming fully laden by their original occupants, a tall lizard looking person turned and raised his weapon firing it directly towards Luga and Luga roared as he sprinted closing the distance.
The barrage of bolts from it was short, but Luga felt every one of them before his power claw closed over the lizards torso and snapped shut. The remainder of the fight was short and sweet with the collection of umies and uvva gits making good sport, they didn't get any more of the boyz of course, they'd been running and let them close in too much.
But the remaining vehicles had made their escapes bought with the lives of the more courageous gits.
"Boss, dis wun izn't ded."
Luga turned to the creature that was indicated and studied it. Hoomie sized, but a green-blue, with a strange mouth, antennae and suction cup fingers. It was bleeding green all over the desert sands where the slugga had punched a fist sized hole in the alien. It writhed in agony as Luga came over. His power fist closed over the Rodians throat and he lifted the creature from the ground.
"Wot iz yoo?" He demanded. There were gurgling sounds and others that might even have been words. "Any uvva gitz still got most of 'dere blood on da inside? Dis wun iz broke."
"Nah boss." One of the other boyz said poking a corpse with his 'eavy shoota. "Not even sure if dis wun az all iz' inside gubbinz... well, inside." Luga wasn't sure either, he had no idea what the think Dagnutz was poking was.
The Rodian had stopped struggling, settling fro trying to hold onto the power klaw with one hand, and the hole in his guts with the other. "Oh well, we kan go git more."
The power klaw snapped closed.
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Mekboss Urtog Spinesnappa Kroozamekaniak felt a rage in the very core of his soul, he had finally done it, claimed a Space Hulk for his own, had his boyz bolt their ships on and prepare for the waaagh of all waaaghs, following Ghazghkull to the ends of the universe. But no, one little space hole, and an accident with a shokk attack gun, greased snotling and a snotshroom sandwich and he crashed his brand new hulk on who the snot knew where!
And it was, to make matters worse, another desert with no signs of a good scrap in sight! "Wotz da sitch?" He demanded of his kommand krew.
"Shittaz klogged boss." One answered, covered in excrement from landing in the drops, and covered in lacerations from the face-eater squigs he'd had to eat to get back out alive. Another slapped him on the back of the head, then vigorously tried to wipe off his paw on his trousers.
A third, his sekkond, Rigga stepped onto a chair by
climbing over the chair back with one leg. "Da 'ulk iz skrap boss, lots uv it wuz lost on smashdown, wot we didn't lose is pretty jangled up, and most uv da boyz iz ded. Got meybbe an undred undred waaaghbands." Urtog snarled and turned to another Ork, bigger and meaner than he sekkond, but no mekboy. He was however a kommando-boss.
The Kommando took the reigns of the report, "Ribcage az it rite, we iz rite fukked, almost all uv da trukks, trakks, wagons wuz wrecked in da crash. Wuddent 'ave been a prob, but all da leakin go juice made fer a nice kampfire."
"Da Stompaz? Da Gargant?" Urtog snarled and the Kommando took off his strange cap.
"S'not gud boss. Da Cheef Mekaniak down 'dere sez we iz gonna 'av ta scrap a lot 'an find more bezides in orda to get everyfing back in orda." Rigga shrugged. "Iz bad boss, like da stories uv Gorkamorka."
"So we need skrap?" He said. "Wot'z dat 'den?" Urtog pointed out of the metres thick transparent metal that had formed part of his 'bridge'. In the distance a tracked vehicle with a tall deck and an underhanging slope was approaching the nearest piece of wreckage.
"Dunno boss." They all said.
"SKRAP! ITZ LOOT AND GUBBINZ! SO GO GIT IT!"