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Chapta Nine; Emanzipashun Part 2
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Chapta Nine;
Emanzipashun Part 2
The Shevadai were a kindly people, their ways not entirely unfamiliar to Skaara. Hiding their women to prevent the attention of the Gods made sense, they were ever drawn to the beautiful and when they had been slaves of Ra it had not been unusual for such practices to be done by families, but for it to be ritualised here was unusual, and what turned and made it problematic was that Abu clearly wished the hand of a rival chiefs daughter, he had gotten as much from the boy as that, no...
The problem was that the Orks were bored. And that was proving to be a bad mix, they were looking for something to be of interest to them and they were seizing on the wrong issue. They were seizing on the idea of this rival clan. It might have been the sort of issue that they could have worked their way around... except that Abu was actually willing to go as far as it took to 'rescue' this Nya from her apparently tyrannical father.
Teal'c had taken a seat on a log next to Skaara and he looked over at the former First Prime of Apophis. He could not entirely forgive the man, it had been he who had chosen Shau'ri and condemned her to selection. "This may become a problem." Teal'c said with a tone of understatement as he rested his 'kustom mega-blasta' that had been made from the Staff Cannon on the log next to him.
"The Orks are a very enthusiastic people. And they enjoy combat above all other things. Abu's willingness to have the Orks raid this rival tribe to retrieve Nya may prove to be the starting point of a major war on this world between tribes." Skaara agreed. Da Carva was over working on the Trukk, most of the boyz were clustered around their own fire and they had managed to find more dog meat somewhere. He hoped that it wasn't the Shavadai's dogs. But Jak, Kaworksky, Da'Neel and Firegetti were deep in discussion with Abu and the chief of the tribe.
Suddenly, Jak shook his head. "If dey avven't got any gunz or blastas it izn't gonna be much uv a challenge. If yoo give da werd. We kill dis tribes diggaboys, and yoo kan reskue da diggagirlz and diggagrotz as you like."
Teal'c frowned and spoke to Skaara, "Diggagrotz?"
"Children. The Orks don't have children you see, new Orks emerge from the ground where they grow, we don't know how. But other ork life is the same, the Grotz, like Kace See, are their own kind and don't really have children either. None of them do. They emerge as fully adult creatures, or maybe adolescents. Sometimes we need to be careful around the Orkshrooms, when they emerge they're not the brightest.. People have been hurt." He began to explain, "They really don't understand that children are smaller humans and become adults. They also don't explain how we eventually become weaker as we grow older."
"Indeed?" An eyebrow arched in curiosity.
Moughal, the Chieftain, stood. "We should not be entertaining this idea of war. Many people would die, and it is not best to antagonise a Chieftain with over twenty tribes standing beside him."
Unfortunately, he was speaking to the wrong audience. Telling the Orks that only excited them more. "Dey mite not 'av Gunz Kolonel, but dat sounds like a lot uv tribes, cud be a gud fun little waaagh."
The Chieftain looked surprised at the response, and then for a moment, terrified beyond any reason. But, surprisingly, Jak shook his head. "Nah. Da Chieftain 'ere kleerly duzzent want it. An if 'e duzzent want it why shud we." He grabbed a spare choppa from his belt, a large knife that qualified as a sword in a humans hands. "A boo. Kan yoo even fight proppa?"
Abu blanched and looked terrified as Jak turned over the dagga and presented it hilt-first to the boy. Skaara blinked in surprise himself, what was Jak doing?
"I am no great warrior..." Abu said, trying to grasp the Orks blade. As soon as Jak released it, the blade nosed towards the ground, it was a good fifteen kilogram blade. Skaara wasn't sure any of the Shavadai would have been able to comfortably lift the blade.
Jak shook his head and doffed his cap, scratching his hair squig. "No boy, yoo iz not at dat. If ya were da Dogz wudden't 'ave worried ya. So, Chieftain. I 'az a kwestion 'an itz important yoo answer troofly. Da Glowy wunz, da godz uv yer myfs. Wot did 'dey bring yoo 'ere fer?"
Conversation died down slightly as other Shavadai warriors listened. "To be slaves, for what purpose we do not recall. The Gods departed this world many generations ago."
"Kan I 'av a luk at yer sword?" Jak asked and, again hesitantly, Moughal acceded and drew his curved blade before passing it hilt first to Jak, he took up the blade in his normal hand and rapped a metal knuckle of his power klaw against the metal, deactivated it was safe enough to do, "Do yoo gitz get much metal?"
"Enough for our needs." Moughal said modestly, in truth, Turghan and his tribe were the reknowned metalsmiths, and the Chieftain explained as much.
"Ok. Wot we iz going ta do iz attak dis Turdall 'an iz tribe. Kill all da diggaz and the digganob. We iz gonna loot 'dere landz, take all da metal, and ennyfing elze we wantz. 'Den we iz gonna go back froo da waaaghgate. An yoo kan take ova iz landz and minez. Yoo never speak of uz again. And forbid yer gitz from telling 'bout uz. Den 'dere can be no waaagh between da tribez. We'z just monsters in da night."
There was a moment of pause. "Do it." Moughal said as his sword was passed back. In one fell stroke, monsters from beyond the sea of Ogada would wipe out a warlord who managed to unite twenty two tribes under his banner before he could wage war on the rest of the Shavadai tribes.
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Turghan jumped. The sound of the thunders roar filling the air. Drawing his sword and charging from the tent he looked out into the madness. A metal beast had surged into the camp and monsters had disembarked from it roaring as the objects in their hands barked light and death. Two of his own best men charged into combat when the largest of the beasts surged forwards it held no light barking thing, he could see it was on the beasts hip. But with one hand it grabbed one of his men around his sword-bearing wrist and ripped the limb free before beating the warrior with the wet end of the limb until he didn't move anymore, with the other arm its claw-like arm simply snipped the other man in two.
Fear had, for the first time in many years, wormed its way into his belly. Another of the creatures roared laughter as it sprayed burning fuel over the tents causing the occupants of them to flee, it was then that Turghan noticed the strangest thing of all, every one of the green skinned monsters ignored the women and children, concentrating solely on his men. And the slaughter was only growing as more and more of his men came to the defence of the tribe, never even knowing the horror of what they were facing.
Dogs charged in barking and enraged by the monsters threatening their masters and suddenly Turghan had no chance or time to observe further. One of the creatures had surged up to him and swung an axe far larger than anything the Shavadai had ever used even for logging the sturdiest of trees. In its other fist the weapon it clutched barked and another of his men was cut down by the lightning death. Turghan surged in with his sword, the steel flashing in the light of the campfires and blazing light of monstrous weapons, the blade skated along the creatures ribs, parting some of the clothing and marking its skin, a wound it didn't even seem to register when the flat side of its axe came back across and smashed into his head, the arm thrown up to block the weapon entirely insufficient to stop thirty kilograms of metal swung by something with the strength of a silverback gorilla.
Bones shattered and only his arm being their slowed the axe enough to prevent those bones being his skull, not that it mattered, he was cast to the ground, dazed and stunned as the creature drew a bottle of some sort and ignited a rag hanging from it and casting it at the bonfire. The explosion scattered burning material across the tents and more of them began to burn.
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Teal'c felt something of a discomfort as they assaulted the Turghan camp, at first he thought that it was because such was all too similar to his work as a Jaffa, but then he realised it was because what they were doing was, as hard as it was, the right thing. They were crippling a tribe that would make war on other human populations, enslave its people and sell them for profit and prestige. And despite the bestial bravado and seeming baresark fury of the Orks, they were surprisingly precise.
Not with their weapons fire of course, that was wild and uncontrolled as a summer storm, but every single woman went unharmed and unmolested, and children surged and sought their freedom as more and more of the Turghan men surged in towards the combat. And as the number of noncombatants decreased, in their error, the Turghan never realised that the Orks were freer than ever to act. The previously restrained bursts from the burna designed to ignite tents and started turning it on the Turghan's men.
But he only saw three of the Orks holding off the mass, Firegetti, Jak and War Ron. Skaara was in the Trukk operating the Big Shoota, and he was turning people into bits of people with staff cannon blasts. Where were the other Kommando's.
He paused fighting, the Turghan's concentrating on the non-humans butchering them and looked around searching for the other Orks when he realised the true horror, a rokkit screaming out of the night into a cluster of men. Orkman, Da'Neel, Peerce, Gruff, Kaworksky and Da Carva had moved to surround the village and were preventing any of the menfolk from escaping. A long burst of snipa fire from Kaworksky's skoped big shoota rippled across a line of Turghan and Teal'c turned to see the one described to them climbing to his feet behind War Ron.
"Look out Ron!" Teal'c shouted as Turghan himself rammed his sword into the Orks back. The Ork turned and shucked off the backpack that the Turghan had stabbed. The chieftain stepped back, his weapon in hand, less than an inch of sword wet with the Orks strange blood. War Ron holstered his slugga and hooked his choppa onto his belt.
"YOO STABBED ME PAK!" He said, reaching down and removing something hooked on the bottom. A metal tea cup. "Dat's dat. I iz gonna kill yoo wiv a teacup juzt fer being a git."
The fight that ensued was short and sharp. War Ron grabbing the Turghan's wrist and crushing the bones in his hand as the other hand rammed the rim of the teacup into the Chieftain's chest.
"Fankz fer da warnin Teek." The Ork said cheerily.
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Dawn broke over the tents and Teal'c helped Skaara and the other Orks as they began to load anything made of metal into the back of the Trukk, Da'Neel was putting his runtherd skills to good use tying up cattle and binding them to the Trukk. By daylight the slaughter was far worse and Teal'c had held Skaara's head back as he had vomited into a hollow, the Orks had been more than true to their word and had gone to great lengths to ensure every one of the adult males of the tribe had been killed, and when the bodies weren't sufficiently dead-looking for them they desecrated the corpse until they knew for certain they couldn't be alive.
"Why are they being so... extreme..." Teal'c asked. Skaara, looking pale, but recovering, sat up and pointed to a corpse nearby, it had two slugga wounds in its chest and wasn't terribly damaged on its own.
"That kind of wound wouldn't put down an Ork. I am guessing you saw how many shots from your staff weapons it took to put down the boyz on Abydos. Even then Firegetti wasn't dead. He was healed in time to attack Chulak with Jak. They have worked with us on Chulak for a long time now, or so it feels, and like so many other things, they don't understand how fragile we are. They don't trust the dead who don't look dead enough." Skaara began to wonder if he was going to have to be the lens that translated the Orks actions for Teal'c but she shook his head.
No. The people of Abydos had learned quickly enough. Teal'c would too.
Emanzipashun Part 2
The Shevadai were a kindly people, their ways not entirely unfamiliar to Skaara. Hiding their women to prevent the attention of the Gods made sense, they were ever drawn to the beautiful and when they had been slaves of Ra it had not been unusual for such practices to be done by families, but for it to be ritualised here was unusual, and what turned and made it problematic was that Abu clearly wished the hand of a rival chiefs daughter, he had gotten as much from the boy as that, no...
The problem was that the Orks were bored. And that was proving to be a bad mix, they were looking for something to be of interest to them and they were seizing on the wrong issue. They were seizing on the idea of this rival clan. It might have been the sort of issue that they could have worked their way around... except that Abu was actually willing to go as far as it took to 'rescue' this Nya from her apparently tyrannical father.
Teal'c had taken a seat on a log next to Skaara and he looked over at the former First Prime of Apophis. He could not entirely forgive the man, it had been he who had chosen Shau'ri and condemned her to selection. "This may become a problem." Teal'c said with a tone of understatement as he rested his 'kustom mega-blasta' that had been made from the Staff Cannon on the log next to him.
"The Orks are a very enthusiastic people. And they enjoy combat above all other things. Abu's willingness to have the Orks raid this rival tribe to retrieve Nya may prove to be the starting point of a major war on this world between tribes." Skaara agreed. Da Carva was over working on the Trukk, most of the boyz were clustered around their own fire and they had managed to find more dog meat somewhere. He hoped that it wasn't the Shavadai's dogs. But Jak, Kaworksky, Da'Neel and Firegetti were deep in discussion with Abu and the chief of the tribe.
Suddenly, Jak shook his head. "If dey avven't got any gunz or blastas it izn't gonna be much uv a challenge. If yoo give da werd. We kill dis tribes diggaboys, and yoo kan reskue da diggagirlz and diggagrotz as you like."
Teal'c frowned and spoke to Skaara, "Diggagrotz?"
"Children. The Orks don't have children you see, new Orks emerge from the ground where they grow, we don't know how. But other ork life is the same, the Grotz, like Kace See, are their own kind and don't really have children either. None of them do. They emerge as fully adult creatures, or maybe adolescents. Sometimes we need to be careful around the Orkshrooms, when they emerge they're not the brightest.. People have been hurt." He began to explain, "They really don't understand that children are smaller humans and become adults. They also don't explain how we eventually become weaker as we grow older."
"Indeed?" An eyebrow arched in curiosity.
Moughal, the Chieftain, stood. "We should not be entertaining this idea of war. Many people would die, and it is not best to antagonise a Chieftain with over twenty tribes standing beside him."
Unfortunately, he was speaking to the wrong audience. Telling the Orks that only excited them more. "Dey mite not 'av Gunz Kolonel, but dat sounds like a lot uv tribes, cud be a gud fun little waaagh."
The Chieftain looked surprised at the response, and then for a moment, terrified beyond any reason. But, surprisingly, Jak shook his head. "Nah. Da Chieftain 'ere kleerly duzzent want it. An if 'e duzzent want it why shud we." He grabbed a spare choppa from his belt, a large knife that qualified as a sword in a humans hands. "A boo. Kan yoo even fight proppa?"
Abu blanched and looked terrified as Jak turned over the dagga and presented it hilt-first to the boy. Skaara blinked in surprise himself, what was Jak doing?
"I am no great warrior..." Abu said, trying to grasp the Orks blade. As soon as Jak released it, the blade nosed towards the ground, it was a good fifteen kilogram blade. Skaara wasn't sure any of the Shavadai would have been able to comfortably lift the blade.
Jak shook his head and doffed his cap, scratching his hair squig. "No boy, yoo iz not at dat. If ya were da Dogz wudden't 'ave worried ya. So, Chieftain. I 'az a kwestion 'an itz important yoo answer troofly. Da Glowy wunz, da godz uv yer myfs. Wot did 'dey bring yoo 'ere fer?"
Conversation died down slightly as other Shavadai warriors listened. "To be slaves, for what purpose we do not recall. The Gods departed this world many generations ago."
"Kan I 'av a luk at yer sword?" Jak asked and, again hesitantly, Moughal acceded and drew his curved blade before passing it hilt first to Jak, he took up the blade in his normal hand and rapped a metal knuckle of his power klaw against the metal, deactivated it was safe enough to do, "Do yoo gitz get much metal?"
"Enough for our needs." Moughal said modestly, in truth, Turghan and his tribe were the reknowned metalsmiths, and the Chieftain explained as much.
"Ok. Wot we iz going ta do iz attak dis Turdall 'an iz tribe. Kill all da diggaz and the digganob. We iz gonna loot 'dere landz, take all da metal, and ennyfing elze we wantz. 'Den we iz gonna go back froo da waaaghgate. An yoo kan take ova iz landz and minez. Yoo never speak of uz again. And forbid yer gitz from telling 'bout uz. Den 'dere can be no waaagh between da tribez. We'z just monsters in da night."
There was a moment of pause. "Do it." Moughal said as his sword was passed back. In one fell stroke, monsters from beyond the sea of Ogada would wipe out a warlord who managed to unite twenty two tribes under his banner before he could wage war on the rest of the Shavadai tribes.
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Turghan jumped. The sound of the thunders roar filling the air. Drawing his sword and charging from the tent he looked out into the madness. A metal beast had surged into the camp and monsters had disembarked from it roaring as the objects in their hands barked light and death. Two of his own best men charged into combat when the largest of the beasts surged forwards it held no light barking thing, he could see it was on the beasts hip. But with one hand it grabbed one of his men around his sword-bearing wrist and ripped the limb free before beating the warrior with the wet end of the limb until he didn't move anymore, with the other arm its claw-like arm simply snipped the other man in two.
Fear had, for the first time in many years, wormed its way into his belly. Another of the creatures roared laughter as it sprayed burning fuel over the tents causing the occupants of them to flee, it was then that Turghan noticed the strangest thing of all, every one of the green skinned monsters ignored the women and children, concentrating solely on his men. And the slaughter was only growing as more and more of his men came to the defence of the tribe, never even knowing the horror of what they were facing.
Dogs charged in barking and enraged by the monsters threatening their masters and suddenly Turghan had no chance or time to observe further. One of the creatures had surged up to him and swung an axe far larger than anything the Shavadai had ever used even for logging the sturdiest of trees. In its other fist the weapon it clutched barked and another of his men was cut down by the lightning death. Turghan surged in with his sword, the steel flashing in the light of the campfires and blazing light of monstrous weapons, the blade skated along the creatures ribs, parting some of the clothing and marking its skin, a wound it didn't even seem to register when the flat side of its axe came back across and smashed into his head, the arm thrown up to block the weapon entirely insufficient to stop thirty kilograms of metal swung by something with the strength of a silverback gorilla.
Bones shattered and only his arm being their slowed the axe enough to prevent those bones being his skull, not that it mattered, he was cast to the ground, dazed and stunned as the creature drew a bottle of some sort and ignited a rag hanging from it and casting it at the bonfire. The explosion scattered burning material across the tents and more of them began to burn.
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Teal'c felt something of a discomfort as they assaulted the Turghan camp, at first he thought that it was because such was all too similar to his work as a Jaffa, but then he realised it was because what they were doing was, as hard as it was, the right thing. They were crippling a tribe that would make war on other human populations, enslave its people and sell them for profit and prestige. And despite the bestial bravado and seeming baresark fury of the Orks, they were surprisingly precise.
Not with their weapons fire of course, that was wild and uncontrolled as a summer storm, but every single woman went unharmed and unmolested, and children surged and sought their freedom as more and more of the Turghan men surged in towards the combat. And as the number of noncombatants decreased, in their error, the Turghan never realised that the Orks were freer than ever to act. The previously restrained bursts from the burna designed to ignite tents and started turning it on the Turghan's men.
But he only saw three of the Orks holding off the mass, Firegetti, Jak and War Ron. Skaara was in the Trukk operating the Big Shoota, and he was turning people into bits of people with staff cannon blasts. Where were the other Kommando's.
He paused fighting, the Turghan's concentrating on the non-humans butchering them and looked around searching for the other Orks when he realised the true horror, a rokkit screaming out of the night into a cluster of men. Orkman, Da'Neel, Peerce, Gruff, Kaworksky and Da Carva had moved to surround the village and were preventing any of the menfolk from escaping. A long burst of snipa fire from Kaworksky's skoped big shoota rippled across a line of Turghan and Teal'c turned to see the one described to them climbing to his feet behind War Ron.
"Look out Ron!" Teal'c shouted as Turghan himself rammed his sword into the Orks back. The Ork turned and shucked off the backpack that the Turghan had stabbed. The chieftain stepped back, his weapon in hand, less than an inch of sword wet with the Orks strange blood. War Ron holstered his slugga and hooked his choppa onto his belt.
"YOO STABBED ME PAK!" He said, reaching down and removing something hooked on the bottom. A metal tea cup. "Dat's dat. I iz gonna kill yoo wiv a teacup juzt fer being a git."
The fight that ensued was short and sharp. War Ron grabbing the Turghan's wrist and crushing the bones in his hand as the other hand rammed the rim of the teacup into the Chieftain's chest.
"Fankz fer da warnin Teek." The Ork said cheerily.
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Dawn broke over the tents and Teal'c helped Skaara and the other Orks as they began to load anything made of metal into the back of the Trukk, Da'Neel was putting his runtherd skills to good use tying up cattle and binding them to the Trukk. By daylight the slaughter was far worse and Teal'c had held Skaara's head back as he had vomited into a hollow, the Orks had been more than true to their word and had gone to great lengths to ensure every one of the adult males of the tribe had been killed, and when the bodies weren't sufficiently dead-looking for them they desecrated the corpse until they knew for certain they couldn't be alive.
"Why are they being so... extreme..." Teal'c asked. Skaara, looking pale, but recovering, sat up and pointed to a corpse nearby, it had two slugga wounds in its chest and wasn't terribly damaged on its own.
"That kind of wound wouldn't put down an Ork. I am guessing you saw how many shots from your staff weapons it took to put down the boyz on Abydos. Even then Firegetti wasn't dead. He was healed in time to attack Chulak with Jak. They have worked with us on Chulak for a long time now, or so it feels, and like so many other things, they don't understand how fragile we are. They don't trust the dead who don't look dead enough." Skaara began to wonder if he was going to have to be the lens that translated the Orks actions for Teal'c but she shook his head.
No. The people of Abydos had learned quickly enough. Teal'c would too.
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I am surprised at how... sensible the Orks are being.
Are they already on the very verge of becoming the Krork, due to being uncontested and unrestrained, dare I say unmolested? Or is the lack of the Warp tampering down their insane bloodthirst just that much?
Or is Jak just exceptionally sensible
Are they already on the very verge of becoming the Krork, due to being uncontested and unrestrained, dare I say unmolested? Or is the lack of the Warp tampering down their insane bloodthirst just that much?
Or is Jak just exceptionally sensible
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...so they're slowly evolving into the Orks from Brighthammer 40k. Still combat obsessed maniacs, but polite, and with a mostly complete understanding of the idea of consent.Yes on all counts... and a little bit of ancient tinkering
You also have to remember that Jak is a Kommando nob, with kommandos being generally wiser and smarter than normal boys and being a nob on top of that you'd be surprised about how intelligent he really is.
Another thing is that the orks of earth seem to have been growing there for a while which means they probably have a good amount of institutional knowledge built up in their society than what would be known in a fresh waaagh.
Another thing is that the orks of earth seem to have been growing there for a while which means they probably have a good amount of institutional knowledge built up in their society than what would be known in a fresh waaagh.
Chapta Ten; Da Furst Kommandment
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Chapta Ten;
Da Furst Kommandment
Laughter filled the Barracks as Skaara went bright red, they had travelled to a planet where it was perpetually night on one side, and day on the other, and he had picked up a little virus that regressed him genetically and he had apparently used his diggaboy skills to take over a tribe of similarly infected and claim a young woman for himself, who turned out to be a daughter of the leaders of the people there.
Which had been more than slightly embarassing and might even be something of a problem since the leaders of said peoples had sent a message back to Erf using a longtalka that Jak had given them to report if 'da glowies come bak'. The cure had almost been as embarassing as the disease itself, they had dragged the infected back through to Erf where the Mad Doks did some... tests..., and he'd walked funny for a couple of days after those before Dok Frayza had said "Fuggit. Letz try fightin' juice."
Well the tried fighting juice. And it had made them all more thoroughly inebriated... and randy. And the Orks had done nothing about it while the... cure... did its job.
The message from them that had come through that was the source of the Orks mirth, and Teal'c's sympathy...
Melosha was with child and the leaders of Land of Light, her parents, we insistent on a marriage and all the traditional hangings, and the Orks were not going to protect him from the consequences of such, even had he wished it. But he was a man, and would take responsibility...
A cuff around the back of the head brought him back to the subject at hand though. An Ork Nob had come through and was standing against the door, relaxed. It wasn't Jak, it was the Nob of another squad, Makpeece. Jak wanted Skaara to pay attention, that was either bad, or worse.
"Wot yoo wont Makpeece?" He said picking up a mug of strong fungus brew.
Makpeece picked something from his nose and chewed on it thoughtlessly for a moment before answering. "Gorge sent me Jak, 'dere's a bit uv a kerfuffle. Konnork snuk back froo da waaaghgate. Doze diggaz wiv da funny 'ats on da sunny plannet, Da Nob 'Anzon az decided da itz betta ta be a Waaaghboss 'dere den serve Amerorka. So we izzn't getting da metalz da diggaz wuz diggin."
"So, wot yoo telling me 'bout it fer." Jak said leaning back into his couch and plopping an eatin' squig into his mouth.
Makpeece shrugged. "Gorge sed dat when da Warlord wuz informed 'e kalmly sed if we didn't open da gate, send froo da bezt and bring da git back ta 'av iz jangliez snipped den 'e wuz gonna come to Cheyork Fortress and snip uvva jangliez until we did. So Gorge sed we iz sending a full waaaghparty."
Jak blinked, and slowly stood, towering slightly over the other Nob. "A full waaaghparty?"
Makpeece nodded. "Bout four mobs of boyz, about a hand uv trukks, a duzzen buggies, yer skwad an.... a mob uv Flash Gitz." Both Nobs spat at that last, great green gobbets of phlegm striking the floor. One of the grots serving in the Barracks ran out with a rag to clean the spots.
"Dat shud be fun. Pity about da flash gitz. OY EVERYBODDY. GIT OVA ERE!" The rest of the Kommando's found their way to the common room curiously. "Ok, prepare fer a bit uv a waaagh BUT, take yer SEKKOND BEST shootas, sluggaz and choppaz. Dere's gonna be sum flash gitz on dis job."
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Skaara ducked down behind the scrap barricades, the Nob who had declared himself a Warboss had fortified the quarry where the homes of the local peoples had been built into the cliffs. Excessive use of some kind of sun screen had kept the worst of the UVs from doing anything harmful so far, and the Meks were trying to get a sun sheeld up that the glowies had apparently left.
The Nob who would be Warboss had used the religion of the world against them and declared himself god, eating the first diggaz that protested until the others fell in line. But they weren't the problem. The problem was that the sonofabitch it turned out had bought the services of a lootas mob and they were pouring a prodigious, if unreliable, amount of fire down on their positions from the cliffs. Three Trukks were already burning, and one of them had been SG-1's and Jak was unhappy to say the least about this turn of events.
He snarled and stuck his slugga over the lip of the junk and squeezed the trigger, a spray of shells catching a Loota in the chest... snapping the straps holding his deffgun in place, so when he squeezed the trigger the weapon shot off of his shoulders and the recoil decided it was doing the aiming now and the Ork, unable or unwilling to let go, could only watch as he shredded two of his mates before the weapon tripped him as recoil threw it behind his legs and his head fell in front of the weapon barrel.
The weapon stopped firing only when its owner was a fine paste and its ammunition reserve had emptied.
Raucous laughter filled the air. "GUD SHOT DIGGA!" One of the Orks, not a member of SG-1 shouted.
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Teal'c was providing covering fire for Da Carva as she worked to figure out the force field technology, the weight of the Staff Cannon was not too much, mounted on his shoulder he even had a set of crude sights to aim it, and occasionally he'd send a bolt sailing into the mob of Orks trying to take the hill. He'd blown two of them apart in the last surge, and they had resorted to firing at long range with their shootas, hoping to get lucky.
But there wasn't a hell of a lot of cover on this hillock, and that luck was going to happen sooner, or later. Da'Neel was laughing as his shoota filled the air with rounds of ammunition sent downrange. "DIS IZ FUN." He called back.
Blasts sailed out as Teal'c stabbed the firing mechanism a half dozen times in rapid succession. Suddenly orange light speared into the air.... waiting for something else. "Lukz like Jak iz gonna 'ave ta aktivate da uvva end."
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The boys were charging into the caverns, the Flash Gitz blasting their stupid Gunz making it kinda hard for Jak to hear as he burst into the cavern occupied by the idjit nob and his boyz that had tried to turn from da Prophet's Gaze. Amerorka couldn't just sit back and let any Nob who wanted his own Waaagh to through the gate and refuse to pay his dues to the Warlord.
And now he cracked into the cavern where Anzon and his boys were making their last stand, protecting the shield projector and da Mad Nobz plan to claim he was a god. "ANZON YA GIT YOO IZ COMIN WIV ME. DA PROPHET UV DA WAAAGH WANTZ A WERD WIV YOO." The chamber fell silent for a moment, the Gunz on both sides falling silent as the words were dropped.
Anzon stepped forwards and Jak raised an eyebrow. The Mad Nob had been a Stormtroopa, then he'd been put in charge of a bunch of Nobz to serve as a Warbosses bodyguard. And his nob squad was here with him now. "Wot wuz dat Jak, I kant 'ere yer weedy grot voice." Anzon bellowed a bestial roar and charged forwards. The other Orks ceased their combat, seeing what was happening.
The Nob charged across the chamber with his big Choppa raised and suddenly Jak moved. His Slugga stabbed forwards and blasted into the cavern and Anzon fell hard, his kneecaps blown to hell by the burst of dakka from the kustom slugga. The shock of the action prevented any quick action as Jak surged forwards and snipped both of the Nob's arms off with his Power Klaw.
The other Nob's that had served Anzon looked in shock.
"I leerned it from wotching Orkiana Jonez."
Da Furst Kommandment
Laughter filled the Barracks as Skaara went bright red, they had travelled to a planet where it was perpetually night on one side, and day on the other, and he had picked up a little virus that regressed him genetically and he had apparently used his diggaboy skills to take over a tribe of similarly infected and claim a young woman for himself, who turned out to be a daughter of the leaders of the people there.
Which had been more than slightly embarassing and might even be something of a problem since the leaders of said peoples had sent a message back to Erf using a longtalka that Jak had given them to report if 'da glowies come bak'. The cure had almost been as embarassing as the disease itself, they had dragged the infected back through to Erf where the Mad Doks did some... tests..., and he'd walked funny for a couple of days after those before Dok Frayza had said "Fuggit. Letz try fightin' juice."
Well the tried fighting juice. And it had made them all more thoroughly inebriated... and randy. And the Orks had done nothing about it while the... cure... did its job.
The message from them that had come through that was the source of the Orks mirth, and Teal'c's sympathy...
Melosha was with child and the leaders of Land of Light, her parents, we insistent on a marriage and all the traditional hangings, and the Orks were not going to protect him from the consequences of such, even had he wished it. But he was a man, and would take responsibility...
A cuff around the back of the head brought him back to the subject at hand though. An Ork Nob had come through and was standing against the door, relaxed. It wasn't Jak, it was the Nob of another squad, Makpeece. Jak wanted Skaara to pay attention, that was either bad, or worse.
"Wot yoo wont Makpeece?" He said picking up a mug of strong fungus brew.
Makpeece picked something from his nose and chewed on it thoughtlessly for a moment before answering. "Gorge sent me Jak, 'dere's a bit uv a kerfuffle. Konnork snuk back froo da waaaghgate. Doze diggaz wiv da funny 'ats on da sunny plannet, Da Nob 'Anzon az decided da itz betta ta be a Waaaghboss 'dere den serve Amerorka. So we izzn't getting da metalz da diggaz wuz diggin."
"So, wot yoo telling me 'bout it fer." Jak said leaning back into his couch and plopping an eatin' squig into his mouth.
Makpeece shrugged. "Gorge sed dat when da Warlord wuz informed 'e kalmly sed if we didn't open da gate, send froo da bezt and bring da git back ta 'av iz jangliez snipped den 'e wuz gonna come to Cheyork Fortress and snip uvva jangliez until we did. So Gorge sed we iz sending a full waaaghparty."
Jak blinked, and slowly stood, towering slightly over the other Nob. "A full waaaghparty?"
Makpeece nodded. "Bout four mobs of boyz, about a hand uv trukks, a duzzen buggies, yer skwad an.... a mob uv Flash Gitz." Both Nobs spat at that last, great green gobbets of phlegm striking the floor. One of the grots serving in the Barracks ran out with a rag to clean the spots.
"Dat shud be fun. Pity about da flash gitz. OY EVERYBODDY. GIT OVA ERE!" The rest of the Kommando's found their way to the common room curiously. "Ok, prepare fer a bit uv a waaagh BUT, take yer SEKKOND BEST shootas, sluggaz and choppaz. Dere's gonna be sum flash gitz on dis job."
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Skaara ducked down behind the scrap barricades, the Nob who had declared himself a Warboss had fortified the quarry where the homes of the local peoples had been built into the cliffs. Excessive use of some kind of sun screen had kept the worst of the UVs from doing anything harmful so far, and the Meks were trying to get a sun sheeld up that the glowies had apparently left.
The Nob who would be Warboss had used the religion of the world against them and declared himself god, eating the first diggaz that protested until the others fell in line. But they weren't the problem. The problem was that the sonofabitch it turned out had bought the services of a lootas mob and they were pouring a prodigious, if unreliable, amount of fire down on their positions from the cliffs. Three Trukks were already burning, and one of them had been SG-1's and Jak was unhappy to say the least about this turn of events.
He snarled and stuck his slugga over the lip of the junk and squeezed the trigger, a spray of shells catching a Loota in the chest... snapping the straps holding his deffgun in place, so when he squeezed the trigger the weapon shot off of his shoulders and the recoil decided it was doing the aiming now and the Ork, unable or unwilling to let go, could only watch as he shredded two of his mates before the weapon tripped him as recoil threw it behind his legs and his head fell in front of the weapon barrel.
The weapon stopped firing only when its owner was a fine paste and its ammunition reserve had emptied.
Raucous laughter filled the air. "GUD SHOT DIGGA!" One of the Orks, not a member of SG-1 shouted.
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Teal'c was providing covering fire for Da Carva as she worked to figure out the force field technology, the weight of the Staff Cannon was not too much, mounted on his shoulder he even had a set of crude sights to aim it, and occasionally he'd send a bolt sailing into the mob of Orks trying to take the hill. He'd blown two of them apart in the last surge, and they had resorted to firing at long range with their shootas, hoping to get lucky.
But there wasn't a hell of a lot of cover on this hillock, and that luck was going to happen sooner, or later. Da'Neel was laughing as his shoota filled the air with rounds of ammunition sent downrange. "DIS IZ FUN." He called back.
Blasts sailed out as Teal'c stabbed the firing mechanism a half dozen times in rapid succession. Suddenly orange light speared into the air.... waiting for something else. "Lukz like Jak iz gonna 'ave ta aktivate da uvva end."
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The boys were charging into the caverns, the Flash Gitz blasting their stupid Gunz making it kinda hard for Jak to hear as he burst into the cavern occupied by the idjit nob and his boyz that had tried to turn from da Prophet's Gaze. Amerorka couldn't just sit back and let any Nob who wanted his own Waaagh to through the gate and refuse to pay his dues to the Warlord.
And now he cracked into the cavern where Anzon and his boys were making their last stand, protecting the shield projector and da Mad Nobz plan to claim he was a god. "ANZON YA GIT YOO IZ COMIN WIV ME. DA PROPHET UV DA WAAAGH WANTZ A WERD WIV YOO." The chamber fell silent for a moment, the Gunz on both sides falling silent as the words were dropped.
Anzon stepped forwards and Jak raised an eyebrow. The Mad Nob had been a Stormtroopa, then he'd been put in charge of a bunch of Nobz to serve as a Warbosses bodyguard. And his nob squad was here with him now. "Wot wuz dat Jak, I kant 'ere yer weedy grot voice." Anzon bellowed a bestial roar and charged forwards. The other Orks ceased their combat, seeing what was happening.
The Nob charged across the chamber with his big Choppa raised and suddenly Jak moved. His Slugga stabbed forwards and blasted into the cavern and Anzon fell hard, his kneecaps blown to hell by the burst of dakka from the kustom slugga. The shock of the action prevented any quick action as Jak surged forwards and snipped both of the Nob's arms off with his Power Klaw.
The other Nob's that had served Anzon looked in shock.
"I leerned it from wotching Orkiana Jonez."
- Location
- Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
Lokal Ork boiz conquers and'a shoots stuff. Mor nuws at 11.
- Location
- Canada
I really, REALLY loved the Wandering. I LOVE Stargate. I love this story idea.
I'm probably in the minority, though, when I say I just can't read it with the Ork speak... it drives me nuts. It's driven me nuts in every WH40K story/crossover I've ever read, but in them it was generally a brief thing, just an interlude or something, and here it looks like it's going to be the whole story.
In any case, good luck with this story. I've seen how you've grown as an author with The Wandering, so I'm sure this will be great. My own personal hang-ups won't let me read it though. Keep writing in any case!
I'm probably in the minority, though, when I say I just can't read it with the Ork speak... it drives me nuts. It's driven me nuts in every WH40K story/crossover I've ever read, but in them it was generally a brief thing, just an interlude or something, and here it looks like it's going to be the whole story.
In any case, good luck with this story. I've seen how you've grown as an author with The Wandering, so I'm sure this will be great. My own personal hang-ups won't let me read it though. Keep writing in any case!
This is great keeping going ya git
To anyone who is having trouble readin dey 'ere glyphs, dis ain't fur ya, dis is fur boyz.
To anyone who is having trouble readin dey 'ere glyphs, dis ain't fur ya, dis is fur boyz.
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Waaaagh!!!!
Kadaeux
Delta Imperator
- Location
- Vortice between realities
"Spyda Gits. Spida Gitz. Make gud sounds when blown ta bitz. Wiv a kannon. Wiv slugga. Duzzent matta where yoo are." - To the tune of spider man.
Chapta 'Leven Da Gitz
Kadaeux
Delta Imperator
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Chapta 'Leven
Da Gitz
Kolonel Jak stood looking at the empty forest, and the emptier plain where the Waaaghgate had been a moment ago. The rumbling of the Trukk in the air only serving to heighten his annoyance. "Oy. Wun uv yoo gitz leeve a pot uv purple paint on da gate?" The grots cringed as the Kommando's turned to face the former location of the Stargate.
"Uh.. Kolonel, it wuz 'dere a moment ago. I swearz." Da'neel said as he looked confused. Teek had said there was good tech here, some critter that could turn invisible.
Firegetti lifted his burna. "I cud try and find it wiv burn juice boss?"
"Luk." Jak said, "I loik a joke az much az da next Ork, but dis izznt funny." He snarled and Skaara looked worried
"Kolonel, it's really gone, I don't think the boys did it." The words made Jak's eyes narrow.
Sam spoke up, stroking his chin, "Boss, it's possible that some sort of local phenomenon made the gate disappear through the mechanisms of a cloaking field using distorted light, or perhaps phasing out of the local..." Sam sighed, the glassy eyed wall stare. "I fink sumwun az 'idden it boss. With techy-gubbinz."
"Why did yoo no..." Sam punched himself in the face getting a guffaw from Jak. "Woteva. Letz git on wiv it."
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What. The. nk.
Apophis turned. His ears pricking up with a sound that was as out of place here as it was likely to get. It was faint, and distant. A rumbling thunder in a cloudless sky. The Jaffa were searching around with their staff weapons at the ready as his own agitation became clear. And suddenly they too looked agitated, they had heard it. It hadn't been some kind of fearful echo. The accursed greenskins had found him again!
Shak'l turned to him and Apophis considered the situation. Four men in the forest, including himself. And while his personal shield could protect him.... perhaps they could ambush the greenskins. "Check the Chappa'ai, KREE!" He snarled and one of the Jaffa ran off into the forest.
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The forest passed the trukk at tremendous speeds and Teal'c felt his nerves being frayed, he had worried about them being wrapped around a tree, but his new allies seemed to be suspiciously good at driving their ramshackle vehicle, he tried to ignore the hole in the cargo bed he was riding in, and he definitely tried to ignore the bright red eyes he occasionally saw peek up through it. The Trukk lurched as Kaworksky decided a sapling wasn't big enough to bother going around and risking losing speed when he blinked.
He saw a Jaffa running through the woods. "Jak!" He called out over the engine. "Jaffa." He pointed and the Kolonel turned to face and then smacked Kaworksky on the head and pointed. And Skaara immediately lurched over and grabbed a piece of metal with both hands, Teal'c copied the boy with only half a moment to spare as the Ork simply lurched the control yoke over and, with no loss of speed wrenched it around by main force as Gruff kicked the pedals for the Grabbin Klaw.
The young man in his chainmail turned his head and blanched pale as he proved to be a graduate of the prometheus school of running away from things. The Trukk barreled over obstacles and closed the distance before Kaworksky had to make a decision, to enjoy himself and run down the crunchie.. or... Gruff was quicker on the take and the grabbin klaw snarled out and grabbed the running Jaffa, encircling his waist and crossing over his right shoulder before clamping down, massive foot long spikes penetrating his armour and skin to seize him before the Ork lifted him from the ground. Kaworksky kicked the anchor and it dug into the loamy earth with little purchase until finding a tree root and while it ripped through it, enough momentum bled off that the Trukk was allowed to drift to a halt.
"Well well well, wot 'av we got 'ere." Jak said leaping over the side of the Trukk. The Jaffa, courageous, finally remembered his staff weapon and struggled to bring it around activating it and firing it at Jak. The blast was well and truly wide. Then the Jaffa noticed Teal'c.
"Shol'va!" He snarled.
Teal'c spoke. "He is Abor'tme serves Apophis. If he is here. So is my former master."
"Iz dat so. 'Ow many boyz az da glowie 'ave with him?" Jak said as he plucked the staff from weak fingers.
Spittle crossed the space between the Jaffa and the Ork and Jak simply licked it off his face with a long languid tongue. "I will never betray my god!"
"Lotz uv gitz fink dat dey kan 'ide fings frum me. Yoo izn't wun uv da wunz who kan." Jak said plainly. "Release the grabba." Gruff released the klaw from him.
Abor'tme swung his fist as soon as it was free...
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Jak chuckled at the sound of breaking bone as the fist connected with his jaw. "Gud swing." He said and the Jaffa realised his arm had been captured. The Ork lifted his hand and... bit it off. Abor'tme began to scream in agony as his symbiote fought. "Cawter Eyes dis Firegetti." Blue white flame filled Jaks vision for just a half moment, the cutting beam cauterising the wound instantly. "Now crunchy, yoo haz anuvva hand. How mazy boyz wiv da glowie."
Abor'tme hesitated, clearly in pure agony. "A full battallion!" He said trying to muster all of his courage. But Teal'c spoke up.
"A hunting expedition to this world is typically no more than three or four Jaffa." The glare Abor'tme shot him was laced with every iota of scorn he possessed.
Jak sighed shaking his head slowly. "I duzzent like liars, unless itz a funny lie. Yoo gotz my hope up fer a good scrap, but only a couple uv da boyz, da izn't a fun fight." Jak turned to Teal'c. "Teek, if we let da git go yoo reckon 'e kan bring more boyz ta fight?"
"The Stargate is missing." He answered and Jak frowned.
"Datz right... well Gorge did want uz to bring bak sum surprize snaks." Abor'tme howled in pain as the Ork slammed a fist into his abdomen and ripped out the goa'uld larva. "Hoo az da ezky."
Da Gitz
Kolonel Jak stood looking at the empty forest, and the emptier plain where the Waaaghgate had been a moment ago. The rumbling of the Trukk in the air only serving to heighten his annoyance. "Oy. Wun uv yoo gitz leeve a pot uv purple paint on da gate?" The grots cringed as the Kommando's turned to face the former location of the Stargate.
"Uh.. Kolonel, it wuz 'dere a moment ago. I swearz." Da'neel said as he looked confused. Teek had said there was good tech here, some critter that could turn invisible.
Firegetti lifted his burna. "I cud try and find it wiv burn juice boss?"
"Luk." Jak said, "I loik a joke az much az da next Ork, but dis izznt funny." He snarled and Skaara looked worried
"Kolonel, it's really gone, I don't think the boys did it." The words made Jak's eyes narrow.
Sam spoke up, stroking his chin, "Boss, it's possible that some sort of local phenomenon made the gate disappear through the mechanisms of a cloaking field using distorted light, or perhaps phasing out of the local..." Sam sighed, the glassy eyed wall stare. "I fink sumwun az 'idden it boss. With techy-gubbinz."
"Why did yoo no..." Sam punched himself in the face getting a guffaw from Jak. "Woteva. Letz git on wiv it."
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What. The. nk.
Apophis turned. His ears pricking up with a sound that was as out of place here as it was likely to get. It was faint, and distant. A rumbling thunder in a cloudless sky. The Jaffa were searching around with their staff weapons at the ready as his own agitation became clear. And suddenly they too looked agitated, they had heard it. It hadn't been some kind of fearful echo. The accursed greenskins had found him again!
Shak'l turned to him and Apophis considered the situation. Four men in the forest, including himself. And while his personal shield could protect him.... perhaps they could ambush the greenskins. "Check the Chappa'ai, KREE!" He snarled and one of the Jaffa ran off into the forest.
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The forest passed the trukk at tremendous speeds and Teal'c felt his nerves being frayed, he had worried about them being wrapped around a tree, but his new allies seemed to be suspiciously good at driving their ramshackle vehicle, he tried to ignore the hole in the cargo bed he was riding in, and he definitely tried to ignore the bright red eyes he occasionally saw peek up through it. The Trukk lurched as Kaworksky decided a sapling wasn't big enough to bother going around and risking losing speed when he blinked.
He saw a Jaffa running through the woods. "Jak!" He called out over the engine. "Jaffa." He pointed and the Kolonel turned to face and then smacked Kaworksky on the head and pointed. And Skaara immediately lurched over and grabbed a piece of metal with both hands, Teal'c copied the boy with only half a moment to spare as the Ork simply lurched the control yoke over and, with no loss of speed wrenched it around by main force as Gruff kicked the pedals for the Grabbin Klaw.
The young man in his chainmail turned his head and blanched pale as he proved to be a graduate of the prometheus school of running away from things. The Trukk barreled over obstacles and closed the distance before Kaworksky had to make a decision, to enjoy himself and run down the crunchie.. or... Gruff was quicker on the take and the grabbin klaw snarled out and grabbed the running Jaffa, encircling his waist and crossing over his right shoulder before clamping down, massive foot long spikes penetrating his armour and skin to seize him before the Ork lifted him from the ground. Kaworksky kicked the anchor and it dug into the loamy earth with little purchase until finding a tree root and while it ripped through it, enough momentum bled off that the Trukk was allowed to drift to a halt.
"Well well well, wot 'av we got 'ere." Jak said leaping over the side of the Trukk. The Jaffa, courageous, finally remembered his staff weapon and struggled to bring it around activating it and firing it at Jak. The blast was well and truly wide. Then the Jaffa noticed Teal'c.
"Shol'va!" He snarled.
Teal'c spoke. "He is Abor'tme serves Apophis. If he is here. So is my former master."
"Iz dat so. 'Ow many boyz az da glowie 'ave with him?" Jak said as he plucked the staff from weak fingers.
Spittle crossed the space between the Jaffa and the Ork and Jak simply licked it off his face with a long languid tongue. "I will never betray my god!"
"Lotz uv gitz fink dat dey kan 'ide fings frum me. Yoo izn't wun uv da wunz who kan." Jak said plainly. "Release the grabba." Gruff released the klaw from him.
Abor'tme swung his fist as soon as it was free...
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Jak chuckled at the sound of breaking bone as the fist connected with his jaw. "Gud swing." He said and the Jaffa realised his arm had been captured. The Ork lifted his hand and... bit it off. Abor'tme began to scream in agony as his symbiote fought. "Cawter Eyes dis Firegetti." Blue white flame filled Jaks vision for just a half moment, the cutting beam cauterising the wound instantly. "Now crunchy, yoo haz anuvva hand. How mazy boyz wiv da glowie."
Abor'tme hesitated, clearly in pure agony. "A full battallion!" He said trying to muster all of his courage. But Teal'c spoke up.
"A hunting expedition to this world is typically no more than three or four Jaffa." The glare Abor'tme shot him was laced with every iota of scorn he possessed.
Jak sighed shaking his head slowly. "I duzzent like liars, unless itz a funny lie. Yoo gotz my hope up fer a good scrap, but only a couple uv da boyz, da izn't a fun fight." Jak turned to Teal'c. "Teek, if we let da git go yoo reckon 'e kan bring more boyz ta fight?"
"The Stargate is missing." He answered and Jak frowned.
"Datz right... well Gorge did want uz to bring bak sum surprize snaks." Abor'tme howled in pain as the Ork slammed a fist into his abdomen and ripped out the goa'uld larva. "Hoo az da ezky."
verycoolname
Not actually cool
Woot! It's back! Time for a reread.
Okibruez
(Verified Mid-Boss)
- Location
- Dreams
SG-1 but everyone but Teal'c are orks.
The plot follows an approximation of the original story, but with even more ded'ard belligerence, dakka, an' krumpin. And Apophis keeps stumbling up hard against the gulf between common sense and orky sense.
Chapta Ten an a coupla grots Da Noks
Kadaeux
Delta Imperator
- Location
- Vortice between realities
Chapta Ten an a coupla grots
Da Noks
Dropped to the ground, the dying Jaffa disappeared in a strange bout of distortion. Teal'c saw the Orks brows furrow deeply as Jak looked at the spot the released Jaffa had occupied. The symbiote in his fist wsa still there, so the Jaffa would still be dying. But the vexed expression on the Kolonels face said how annoyed he was. "Ok, so sum git az nicked our waaaghgate. Now 'dey az nicked my crunchie before I could killz im. Fuk dat noise. Carva. Yoo iz da mek. I want yoo to get a gitfinda workin."
"Uh.. boss, da grotz az been pinched too!.. Skarboy too!" Sam called out from the Trukk.
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Skaara shook his head as he sat up. He didn't know what had happened, but the crude thatch huts did not seem all that great a development. His slugga was gone too. He didn't panic, he was a proper digga, and not afraid of a fight if it came to it. But that the grot the Orks all ignored had been ... brought... as well worried him. Hans Only was a dangerous little shit on his own, and now Skaara was alone with the malicious little shit. The light in its eyes worried him.
He stepped from the hut into the open and the grot followed. "I wonder where Jak and the boyz are." He said to the gretchin. The creature looked annoyed. "What's wrong."
"My sneeky stabba iz missing. So iz da grapplegun." The creature snarled and bared teeth viable as weapons on their own. It continued to pat itself down, its eyebrows drawing into a deeper and deeper frown until it was outright comical and the creature was checking its own body like a dog infested with fleas. "All my uvva tiny stabbaz are missing too! Da sneeky slugga too!" At the last Skaara frowned, Hans Only was not allowed sluggas. He was supposed to be a distraction, not useful. Then the creature snarled angrily and Skaara turned to...
He elbowed the grot in the face as it tried to check for *his* hidden stabba, which was also missing. Nursing a broken beak the grot backed off. "Do that again. I dare you." Skaara said puffing himself up. The gretchin stepped up bravely rising as he as he could.
"Yoo iz juzt a weedy diggaboy. Da Kolonel likes you. But 'e isn't 'ere anymore iz e?" Skaara listened to the grot, and instead of engaging in a philosophical debate over who should be in charged, slugged the creature in the face again. And again. "UNKLE! UNKLE!" It cried out and he stopped hitting it, turning to face a woman who was approaching quickly. And Skaara stopped. She was pretty, very pretty, but somehow... wrong.
Was the foliage in her hair? Or was it her hair? She looked saddened and disappointed somehow and Skaara felt slightly ashamed of his treatment of the Grot. Releasing it... the Grot darted off into the undergrowth and the womans expression looked even more saddened. "I'm sorry about that, Hans Only is very dangerous away from the boyz." She looked sad and beckoned him to follow.
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~"Boss! Boss!"~ The longtalka squawked and Jak looked around for his talka.
"Wot da zog, dat you grot?" He said looking around at the boys.
There was a pause, ~"Yeah boss! Skar-boy wuz also nicked by 'dese leafy gits."~ Jak could hear the git puff up with pride, ~"Korse, I eskaped."~
"Yea, all da skill runnin ta 'ide. Kowardly grot." Kaworksky barked. Da Carva was busy working on some gubbinz.
"Keep da snotling yapping, I can tap into the radio frequencies of the long-talka to track his position.... I kan find da git wiv da gitfinda." Sam decided to try giving them the simple answer before their wall eyed stare asked for it.
"Well dat iz great." Jak said cheerily. "Look 'ere grot. Yoo iz gonna keep yappin yer trap and git back to Skar-boy. If dat iz too 'ard fer yer kowardly janglies, 'den don't git caught, or i'll turn yer gitly 'ide into a jockstrap fer Kaworksky's janglies. An' yoo kno da git washes 'em loik some oddboy!"
Carva held up a thumb and tweaked the gubbinz he was working on and after a few moments it got up and raced off, the electronics bolted onto the squig arrowing directly for the Longtalka signal. Kaworksky didn't need to wait for instructions as the other Orks clambered up onto the machine, gunning the throttle to the metal stops he surged off after the gitfinda squig.
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Skaara blinked in surprise as the grot slunk back in to the campsite, the longtalka squawking as it gibbered some toneless tune into it. "You decided to un-run away?" He asked and the hateful glare the broken nosed little git gave him said it wasn't his idea. Which meant that he had gotten through to Jak with the longtalka.
"Da boss sed to yap into da longtalka... and get bak to yoo." The grot almost spat as he groaned. What was the old Ork up to Skaara wondered. The natives had been watching him eat before speaking up. The middle aged gentleman was the one who spoke.
He looked stern, and displeased with Skaara. "We have liberated you from the brutish weapons of the ancients."
"The man who took Shau'ri came here. The Goa'uld and his slaves. We came in search of something to aid us against them." Then Skaara seemed to hesitate. "What do you mean the weapons of the ancients?"
It was the oldest one who spoke next sadly, "Sometimes children do not do as they are told. Long ago, they made a weapon and it was too difficult to control, too..." The woman spoke next.
"It was a living weapon, one that only found purpose in being a weapon. And so the Ancients eliminated it and put the project on ice. When the Goa'uld retaliated against the first world for burying the Stargate, something happened and the ancient weapon was unbottled. You would do well not to be influenced by them."
"Then why did you take this Gretchin?" He asked.
"We... misunderstood." This came from the eldest. All of them turned their heads at a sound, and so did Skaara. "They are coming, and our hiding is insufficient to stop them following the signal of one of their kind."
"The Longtalka?" Skaara said, plucking the radio from the grots hand. It complained loudly, but he ignored it.
"At first perhaps. But now it is too late." The sounds of the Trukk were loud, and very clear.
The first spoke up. "Your door. We will take you to it."
Da Noks
Dropped to the ground, the dying Jaffa disappeared in a strange bout of distortion. Teal'c saw the Orks brows furrow deeply as Jak looked at the spot the released Jaffa had occupied. The symbiote in his fist wsa still there, so the Jaffa would still be dying. But the vexed expression on the Kolonels face said how annoyed he was. "Ok, so sum git az nicked our waaaghgate. Now 'dey az nicked my crunchie before I could killz im. Fuk dat noise. Carva. Yoo iz da mek. I want yoo to get a gitfinda workin."
"Uh.. boss, da grotz az been pinched too!.. Skarboy too!" Sam called out from the Trukk.
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Skaara shook his head as he sat up. He didn't know what had happened, but the crude thatch huts did not seem all that great a development. His slugga was gone too. He didn't panic, he was a proper digga, and not afraid of a fight if it came to it. But that the grot the Orks all ignored had been ... brought... as well worried him. Hans Only was a dangerous little shit on his own, and now Skaara was alone with the malicious little shit. The light in its eyes worried him.
He stepped from the hut into the open and the grot followed. "I wonder where Jak and the boyz are." He said to the gretchin. The creature looked annoyed. "What's wrong."
"My sneeky stabba iz missing. So iz da grapplegun." The creature snarled and bared teeth viable as weapons on their own. It continued to pat itself down, its eyebrows drawing into a deeper and deeper frown until it was outright comical and the creature was checking its own body like a dog infested with fleas. "All my uvva tiny stabbaz are missing too! Da sneeky slugga too!" At the last Skaara frowned, Hans Only was not allowed sluggas. He was supposed to be a distraction, not useful. Then the creature snarled angrily and Skaara turned to...
He elbowed the grot in the face as it tried to check for *his* hidden stabba, which was also missing. Nursing a broken beak the grot backed off. "Do that again. I dare you." Skaara said puffing himself up. The gretchin stepped up bravely rising as he as he could.
"Yoo iz juzt a weedy diggaboy. Da Kolonel likes you. But 'e isn't 'ere anymore iz e?" Skaara listened to the grot, and instead of engaging in a philosophical debate over who should be in charged, slugged the creature in the face again. And again. "UNKLE! UNKLE!" It cried out and he stopped hitting it, turning to face a woman who was approaching quickly. And Skaara stopped. She was pretty, very pretty, but somehow... wrong.
Was the foliage in her hair? Or was it her hair? She looked saddened and disappointed somehow and Skaara felt slightly ashamed of his treatment of the Grot. Releasing it... the Grot darted off into the undergrowth and the womans expression looked even more saddened. "I'm sorry about that, Hans Only is very dangerous away from the boyz." She looked sad and beckoned him to follow.
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~"Boss! Boss!"~ The longtalka squawked and Jak looked around for his talka.
"Wot da zog, dat you grot?" He said looking around at the boys.
There was a pause, ~"Yeah boss! Skar-boy wuz also nicked by 'dese leafy gits."~ Jak could hear the git puff up with pride, ~"Korse, I eskaped."~
"Yea, all da skill runnin ta 'ide. Kowardly grot." Kaworksky barked. Da Carva was busy working on some gubbinz.
"Keep da snotling yapping, I can tap into the radio frequencies of the long-talka to track his position.... I kan find da git wiv da gitfinda." Sam decided to try giving them the simple answer before their wall eyed stare asked for it.
"Well dat iz great." Jak said cheerily. "Look 'ere grot. Yoo iz gonna keep yappin yer trap and git back to Skar-boy. If dat iz too 'ard fer yer kowardly janglies, 'den don't git caught, or i'll turn yer gitly 'ide into a jockstrap fer Kaworksky's janglies. An' yoo kno da git washes 'em loik some oddboy!"
Carva held up a thumb and tweaked the gubbinz he was working on and after a few moments it got up and raced off, the electronics bolted onto the squig arrowing directly for the Longtalka signal. Kaworksky didn't need to wait for instructions as the other Orks clambered up onto the machine, gunning the throttle to the metal stops he surged off after the gitfinda squig.
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Skaara blinked in surprise as the grot slunk back in to the campsite, the longtalka squawking as it gibbered some toneless tune into it. "You decided to un-run away?" He asked and the hateful glare the broken nosed little git gave him said it wasn't his idea. Which meant that he had gotten through to Jak with the longtalka.
"Da boss sed to yap into da longtalka... and get bak to yoo." The grot almost spat as he groaned. What was the old Ork up to Skaara wondered. The natives had been watching him eat before speaking up. The middle aged gentleman was the one who spoke.
He looked stern, and displeased with Skaara. "We have liberated you from the brutish weapons of the ancients."
"The man who took Shau'ri came here. The Goa'uld and his slaves. We came in search of something to aid us against them." Then Skaara seemed to hesitate. "What do you mean the weapons of the ancients?"
It was the oldest one who spoke next sadly, "Sometimes children do not do as they are told. Long ago, they made a weapon and it was too difficult to control, too..." The woman spoke next.
"It was a living weapon, one that only found purpose in being a weapon. And so the Ancients eliminated it and put the project on ice. When the Goa'uld retaliated against the first world for burying the Stargate, something happened and the ancient weapon was unbottled. You would do well not to be influenced by them."
"Then why did you take this Gretchin?" He asked.
"We... misunderstood." This came from the eldest. All of them turned their heads at a sound, and so did Skaara. "They are coming, and our hiding is insufficient to stop them following the signal of one of their kind."
"The Longtalka?" Skaara said, plucking the radio from the grots hand. It complained loudly, but he ignored it.
"At first perhaps. But now it is too late." The sounds of the Trukk were loud, and very clear.
The first spoke up. "Your door. We will take you to it."
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Skaara is also not kidnapped and turned into host for apophis' son I think. He is with SG1
Oh fuck yeah i never knew i needed something like this! The orks are going to fuck so much shit in the galaxy up, and hell! Every Ork breathes spores, their blood is loaded with spores and they release even more spores in death. So any world they visit that doesn't have Asgard/Nox tech to sterelize the spores will get infected by them!
As for the chapter, this is so very nice the pacifist Nox with their high and mighty altitude meet the Orks and their completly war crazy Kultur! I can't wait!
PS: Didn't Apophis nick a Yoof? And took him away from chulak? Does that mean said yoof is curently on a ha'tak colonizing it or some poor planet?
As for the chapter, this is so very nice the pacifist Nox with their high and mighty altitude meet the Orks and their completly war crazy Kultur! I can't wait!
PS: Didn't Apophis nick a Yoof? And took him away from chulak? Does that mean said yoof is curently on a ha'tak colonizing it or some poor planet?
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Haha, im just saying wouldn't it be funny if in the future a looted Ha'tak sudenly appears around erth crewed by newish Orks under the command of now longer yoof Kaptin Snek Smasha?
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