Your gubbinz : Big Choppa, Tech-Priest’s wrench-arm ( shortened to Wrench ), Iron gob, Protecty Plates ( right shoulder and gut ), A pair of pants and your Shoota. Charga has an Iron gob ( boar version ) and protecty plates on both his sides and his front.

Size : Nob
Mek level : 2
Dok level : 1
Warphead level : 1
Tamer-breeder level : 2 ( What with tamin’ Charga and all )

I think that’s it for now, on with the show !

Let's take those Boyz we got now, and go find some more things to bash!

The four of you trudge through the forest, the two boyz leading the way, with you and Charga at the back. Thick blood droplets fall from Gutzag’s head with every step your boar takes, the ork’s head firmly impaled on its tusk. You let out an annoyed grunt. With all the excitement you had today, your head is pulsing. You’re starting to get a bit of a headache…

« Oi ! You boyz ! Are we gonna walk all night or wot ? Where’s dat zoggin’ camp o’ yers ? »

« We’re almost dere, boss, it’s roight on dat hill ‘over dere. »

You look at where the boy is pointing. Indeed, you can make out flickering lights under the night sky where the ork is pointing. You grin.
« I’m goin’ ahead ! You boyz git outta my way ! »

And with these words, you urge Charga forward, plowing through bushes and small trees as fast as he can to reach the ork camp.

After a few minutes of riding, the settlement is finally in sights. The large crude gates are open and unguarded, and you can hear shouts and laughs coming from a bonfire at the center of the camp. It seems these orks weren’t expecting the unexpeced ( YOU ) and are muckin’ about.

What do, /tg/ ?

I suggest wez give 'em boyz a good bashin', so deyz know whoz who. Den we go to da camp and lookie 'round first, kunnin like, an' den we figure out who to stomp.

>>6435268

If they are muckin' about, we better ride in middle of them, kick someone in the face and ask why they are muckin' about and not stompin' proper.

>>6435268
MUCKIN ABOUT? DA ZOG!

GIVE OUT A ROIGHT PROPER WAAAGH AND GET CHARGA AND YERSELF TO GIVE 'EM THE FEAR OF GORK AND MORK.

DER'LL BE NO MUCKING ABOUT WITH US AS BOSS.

>>6435301
wagggggh!

Oh Muckin about!? this is SERIOUS. We should inform them that they should be doing important things like looking for things to kill, creating things to help us kill, or engaging in the act of killing.

I'd also suggest forcing someone to get us and our mount some delicious slop for dinner.

We need to show them whos in charge.

WE'RE in charge. And if we need to bite more faces, then so be it.

Also: we started out runty, but we've been fightin', how much have we grown?

>>6435268
>muckin about
>MUCKIN ABOUT

>>6435319
>Size : Nob

I'm starting to write now, gentlemen. Post incoming!

1) Charge in.
2) Angle for most impressive lighting effect from fire.
3) "YOU IS ALL MUCKIN' ABOUT!"

>>6435364
Ah, my mistake, my good man.

>>6435385
Also dakka da wun wotz most clearly muckin' about. That'll set deze gitz roight.

what about our piggy!

>>6435364
Wez betta get dat gob gud an redy for sum bitin!

were da zog is the op!

Wut da zog, we'll neva get a good ol WAAAAGH goin if all dese gits are muckin about.

This won’t do. At all. You scowl angrily and give a rough pat on Charga’s head. « We’s goin’. » You ride your boar through the gates, and head at full speed towards the fire. You pass a pen with boars milling around, a few huts and shacks, the crude buildings blurring past you as you charge onwards.

Finally the orks gathered around the fire hear the loud thumps of Charga’s hooves coming behind them. They turn around quickly, their mugs of fungus beer spilling their contents and their choppas and sluggas being readied. Their suspicious glares turn to amazed glares as they see you thundering towards them like the fist of Mork. You don’t stop until charga punts one of the boyz in the fire, the ork crashing into the firey pile of wood, collapsing it on himself.

You jump off of your boar while the burning boy screams for help and struggles under the burning logs. You look fiercely into each of the stunned boys’ eyes, then turn your back to them. You grab Gutzag’s bloody head and pull it off Charga’s tusk. When you turn around to face the green crowd, you lift your trophy high above your head and say :
« Oi. I’m Nuk and I’m ded kunnin’. I’m da new boss. You gitz betta stop all dis muckin’ about if’n ya don’ wanna end up like ol’ Gutzag ‘ere. I’ll jus’ say dis : Tom’row mornin’ you boyz git yer choppas and yer dakka ready, cuz’ we is goin’ on a roight an’ propa WAAAAAAAAGH !!! »
You then throw Gutzag’s head at the fire, finishing off the burning boy who had almost gotten out.

You look at the gathered boyz. Wicked grins slowly creep up their faces as their brains process what you just said. They raise their weapons and shoot in the air, answering your own warcry with their own : WAAAAAAAGH !!!

You smile. Tomorrow, da SQUIG-FEAST begins.

You slept soundly in the boss’s hut last night, having won the day through and through. However, you are awakened most annoyingly : A tiny stick is poking your nose. You open your eyes and glare at the one responsible : A tiny grot is standing beside your bed, seemingly wracked with terror but determined to wake you up.

You grab the wretch by the legs and hold him up upside-down.
« Ya betta start talkin’, and ya betta have a zoggin’ gud reason to wake me loike dis if’n ya don’t want me ta throw you to Charga over dere. »

The grot stutters and trembles, but he finally manages to speak.
« S-sorry Boss ! S-so sorry ! I jus- I jus thougt dat m-m-maybe ya’d want me t-ta show ya around da camp or sumfink before we set off is all ! Please d-don’t let dat pig crump m-me ! »

Your answer, alligator ?

>>6435730
Diz grot showz innitia-tiv. Tell him not ta show too much of it, or we crump 'im. But a tour might be good.

And 'iz name iz Unp now.

Tell him we like boyz with initiative, but don't poke us with sticks. Lets go take a look around the camp. Also if anyone has any better choppas or shootas then us we better take em.

>>6435730
Smack 'iz 'ead for waking ya.

Den tell him ta hurry up with da tour.

>>6435730
Ya best get to da showin den, grot. I want dese boyz roight and propa for the WAAAAAGH! We gots umies ta krump, stomp, and loot. AND WE AIN'T STOPPIN TIL WE IS DA BIGGEST AND DA BADDEST ORKS EVER.

I HAVE AN IDEA.

GET SOME GROTS TA MAKE THIS OUR WARBANNER.

>>6435730

Grab dat squany grot an throw him out the door before getting on with the tour. Grots are immune to blunt force trauma after all.

>>6435863
YESS!!!!! YESSS!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

Praise the grot for showing some spine, but remind him who is in charge. Have take you around the camp and be on the look out for nice shiny things or anything better than whats on our person.

>>6435972

also declare that the new grots name is sticky fingers.

Could the op please provide us with the number of orks and boar mounts in the camp, as well as an inventory of the equipment they are carrying. Are they all equipped with sluggas and shootas, or do we have some odd boyz about?

Looking at the snivelling grot, you roll your eyes. Oh well, this might be interesting.
« You gots initiativ. Dat’s good. But don’t fink dat ya won’t get da boar if ya piss me off. Now let’s git goin’, Unp ! »
You let go of him and he crashes to the floor.
« B-but, boss, my name’s not… »
You glare at him, and point to Charga.
« A-alroight boss, let ol’ Unp show ya aroun’ ! »

With that, he shuffles out of the hut, followed by you.
« Roight boss, so ‘ere’s da Mek shop, ya can go dere if ya want ta git yer gubbinz fix’d. Over dere is da Dok’s Kabinet, ‘e’s a scary one, dat Dok. He caught sum of my mates a while ago and I neva seen ‘em again. » The grot seems to brighten up, seeing that he will survive as along as he’s acting as a tourist guide. He keeps talking excitedly : « And over dere’s da mess, where da boyz go when dey gots nuffink ta do, over dere’s da boar’s pen and da sguig’s pen. And up on dose stilts is da Weirdhouse, we gots our Minderz keepin’ da Weirdboyz up dere so dey don’t start ‘Eadbangin’ everywhere. »

Where do you want to go, now ? Da Mek Shop, da Dok’s Kabinet ? Da mess ? Da Weirdhouse ? The pens ? Or do you want to do something else ?

>>6436004
MEK.
SHOP.
WE NEEDS DA DAKKA.

>>6436004
Da Mess? Dem Boyz shuld be preparin' ta WAAAGH when not WAAAGHING. Iz uselezzz! Order it ta be convertad ta add ta da Mekz place.

And visit da Mek, see if we can get a metal tophat.

I'M READY'TA JOIN YER WAAAGH BOSS!

Mek shop. UPGRAAAAADDEEESSS.

>>6436004
TA DA MEK! WEZ NEED BETTA DAKKA! AND MORE CHOPPA! AND ARMOUR FER US AND CHARGA.

AN' GIVE CHARGA ROBOTIC LEGZ.

>where da boyz go when dey gots nuffink ta do
>boyz go when dey gots nuffink ta do
>when dey gots nuffink ta do
>gots nuffink ta do
>nuffink ta do
>muckin about

Go to the mess and burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground right now. That shit has to stop if we are going to get a proper WAAAGH! started!

>>6436000
Let's see, there is around a hundred and fifteen orks in the camp, and around twenty boars. The boar riderz are equipped with bommlances, choppas and sluggas. They're the biggest orks of the camp, after you. Eighty others are mostly equipped with standard issue choppas and shootas/sluggas. There is a Dok and three orderlies/apprentices/lab rats, five mekboyz of varying degree of skill, two weirdboyz and four minderz who mind them.

I require proper protection and firearms if I am to sally forth at the head of this troop and wreck havoc on those who would threaten our glorious nation! Although it pains me to surrender these fine legs that have carried me so far, I understand that change is inevitable and that a pair of metal ones may save my life one day. I go then, with an ambitious fire in my heart, to become an avatar of war, so all that look up my countenance know there still are great champions out there, thirsting for blood.

>>6436158

Oops, my mistake, Charga's the one that gets the robotic legs.

>>6436158
lol, he's back.

>>6436120
This.

NO MUCKIN' ABOUT. NOT IN OUR WAAAGH. NOT EVA.

>>6436059
SECONDING METAL TOPHAT.

>>6436184
>>6436120
ZOGGIN' ROIGHT

I think the mess is where da boyz eat.

go to da mek shop, wez gotta get mor gubbinz n a betta shoota.

SEE IFF DA OLD BOSS AD SOME KUSTOM SHOOTAZ N CHOPPAZ AROUND! WAAAGH

also, we need to raid somewhere to get parts and teef for da mekkboyz, our boys only got boars! we need killa kans and bikes!

I think we need more boars. Then we can either have a mounted force of elite Orks on hogs, or we can make a chariot pulled by them.

>>6436225

>we need to raid somewhere to get parts and teef for da mekkboyz, our boys only got boars! we need killa kans and bikes!

right, but we cant be doing that if all the boyz are muckin about. We need to put a stop to it and then lead them to the crashed Valkyrie and scavenge for what parts are left.

>>6436255
Are we sure the mess is a place of muckin' about, or is it where the boyz eat, by the literal definition?

>>6436276
>Implying that anywhere orks go isn't a mess.
WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

>>6436276

Well if it isnt, we can always blame it on Unp and krump him for it.

Oi, we gotta be ded kunnin and 'ead bak to dat krashed 'ooman ship! Loot it and make some new dakka and protecty plates for me and da boyz!

>>6436362

It should, if anything, yield plenty of choppas for da boyz.

>>6436378
Get some boyz to drag da hole fing back so we can make a bike for da boss! Make a bike outa charga!

>>6436387

no, no, no. We should burn the mess down and lead all the boyz to the crashed valk. Then have them return as much as they possibly can back to the mek shop. We then order the mek to make as many choppas, sluggas, and shootas as possible or we'lll krump him good. then we establish a new mess hall in which no muckin about will be tolerated.

>>6436424
Long as da mekboy makes da big boss sumfin speshal.

>>6436437
Charga-mounted kustom kombi-skorcha!

>>6436437

oi sounds good der anon!

>>6436452

I like this

>>6436378
Dat kan make a right propa stompa. Nuk da Kunnin' needs no stompa. Nuk needs a great Shiny gob on tank trax for bitin' da humie tanks.

>>6436488
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ZOGGIN' MORK YES!

>>6436488
Orky cunnin': Youz doin' it roight.

Make a killa kan outa dat 'ooman ship and wire 'Unp into it!

We gonna krump somfink, or just muck about all night?

>>6436603
OP is mukkin about!

You reckon’ that Charga would be even stompier if he had more metal bitz in him. You decide to head over to the Mek Shop.

« I’m gunna need propa protecty gubbinz and dakka if I am to lead dis lot in a WAAAAAGH ! Alfough Charga’s feet are stompy as he’s now, I jus’ can’t ignore dat if dey were metal he’d be even moar killy. I go den, wif an ambishus fire in my gubbinz, to become an avatar of da WAAAGH !, so all dat look up my ded kunnin’ know there still are warbosses out there, firsting for blood. »

Unp seems confused by your sudden confidence. Nevertheless, you go back to your hut and hop on Charga’s back, while your new pet Grot hangs on for dear life to his fur. You ride to the Mek Shop and enter. The five Mekboyz look up at you, stopping what they were doing.

« I’m ’ere to get da best gear dere is. Wot do ya mekboyz have ? »

The meks grin, happy with a challenge, and two of them run off to the depths of the shop. Moments later, they return with a box full of gubbinz.

« Here boss ! Dat’s all da loot dat Gutzag kept fer ‘imself ! »

Your eyes light up at the sight before you. You descend on the box like a starved wolf.

Weapon Acquired : Power Klaw
Weapon Acquired : Big shoota
Armor Acquired : ‘Eavy Armor suit
Armor Acquired : Chompier iron gob.

Well, this feels AWWWRIGHT. Now that you’ve properly geared up, you demand of the meks that they make metal legs for Charga.

« Ah, well boss, dats some cyboarg tek yer askin’ us. We’s gonna need da help of da Dok fer dis. »
« Well go fetch ‘im, ya lousy meks ! » You angrily reply.

Minutes later, the mek returns with a crazed-looking ork. His eyes widen at the sight of Charga.
« FRESH MEAT ! I can make SO many improvmentz ! »

They get to work. Charga squeals loudly and thrashes when they cut off his legs, but you quickly sedate him with your fist.

Dok points + 1 !

The mekz and the Dok work all night, but the wait pays off.

« We might’ve gone a bit crazy wif dis one, but I fink you’ll like it. »

Such magnificence. It’s zoggin’ beautiful. Charga stands proud before you on four stompy bionik legs. Part of his body has been replaced with metal bitz for added protection and dakka. His tusks are now big affairs of metal, and you can see red fire crackling around them. He snorts fiercely at you, and smashes his head into the wall.

« Er, yeah, he might do dis from time ta time… »

« It’s… It’s zoggin’ bootiful. »

>>6436636
Datz gud, now we're propa killy. Get a metal top hat too.

Datz enuff. Get back ta restin, when dawn breaks we'll get our boyz ready to WAAAAGH.

Aaaaand... That's it for tonight. I'm really sorry, guys, but I need to go. Thank you all for your great ideas, I'll try to write 'em in this story.

I'll try to continue this wednesday evening! Til then, thanks for participating and again, I'm sorry for leaving so early.

>>6436668
Dats not gud! Bring a mekboy and a mob o boyz to dat 'ooman ship so they can get a buncha gubbinz, den da mekboyz can work frew da nite n have sum bran new dakka for da boyz in da mornin for da WAAAGH!!!

>>6436668
>get back ta restin
>MUKKIN ABOUT

There's parts on the valkyrie.

>>6436636
>Charga squeals loudly and thrashes when they cut off his legs

I'z 'avin sum very unorky feelin' roight now. ;_;

>He snorts fiercely at you, and smashes his head into the wall.

O roight, I fink I feel betta now.

>>6436694
We all went tru' dat. Part'a bein' da most kunnin ork around iz dat we gotz feelins in our guts.

>>6436728
Feel it roight deep down in me orkiest bits. Makes us ded killiyah.

>>6436636
Roight! Charga is lookin good, an; we gotz us some proppa boss kit. Wot about da boyz? If we showz up at da foight lookin ded killy leadin' a mob a runtz dem humies'll fink we'ze muckin about. Loot dat flyin' fing an' make da boyz ded 'ard an' extra choppy!

>>6436694

No pain, no gain.

>>6436728

dis ere ork knows wotz wot.

Oi say we send sum uh da grots, wiff runt'erds o course, to find us somefink ta krump.