WAAAGH! and Order
Smoke rose from the charred and twisted remains of the once mighty space hulk that had crashed into the planet. Amongst the cloud of dust drifting across the surface, the mangled remains barely resembled the spacefaring wreck it had once been. Green-skinned bodies were strewn for miles around the impact crater and beyond like morbid confetti mangled around hulking metal shards. It was an almost sorrowful sight for Glumgasha. Not because they were dead, but because they’d not died in battle against each other or an enemy. This was the worst sort of death for an ork. It didn’t satisfy the feverish lust for fighting that they craved.
“Oi!” he called out, and waited. Nobody replied. If there was nobody else around, then Glumgasha was the biggest there was, he’d be the Boss Nob now. He smirked gleefully with this realisation. He’d woken up in a new world. It would be his world. He’d lost his shoota in the crash, but he still had his choppa, and he wrung his hands around it almost frantically. He was ready to hit something, anything, it was time for some smashing.
Glumgasha started to look around frantically, his mind clouding over quickly with the fog of a battle which never came. Despite being mostly a plant, he still needed to breathe, and his breaths were short and shallow, panting like a ferocious beast ready to attack. He was salivating at the thought of everything he could do now. His only thoughts were of fighting, but without anything to fight he eventually started to calm. What passed for thoughts started to occur to him. All this salvage could be his now, he could make the biggest, bestest weapons.
He picked up some twisted metal and tossed it aside. It’d be good for hitting things with, but his choppa was better. He then tried to lift a large duracrete plate, but it was too heavy for him to lift alone. Not that he’d have admitted it if any of the Boyz were around, but he heard laughter anyway.
“Wot?” he sneered, clenching his fists as he turned around, ready to punch someone as hard as he could. He might not have had the sharpest of wits, but disappointingly there didn’t seem to be anybody there to thump.
“Giz a hand,” a small voice squealed. Glumgasha looked down to see a gretchin dragging along a big choppa. It was comically too big for him, and didn’t have the strength to lift it.
“I’ll ‘av dat,” Glumgasha swatted the gretechin away, but it held on with one hand. “Ger’off yer runty snotling.”
“Ukkukk”
“Wot ya call me?”
“I’m Ukkukk”
Glumgasha shrugged his shoulders, and with one powerful kick he sent Ukkukk flying through the air. He lumbered after him, and cracked his knuckles. It was a threat Ukkukk wanted to respond to, but for a gretchin, he was fairly smart, and so this tiny green-skin backed down. Glumgasha soon forgot about his own choppa, and picked up the big one. It was so much bigger, a bit rustier, but it was painted black. That meant it was tough. Holding it in his hands he believed he felt stronger, and tougher.
“I’z da boss now”
Ukkukk nodded his head in agreement and skulked away, standing behind Glumgasha like he felt he should now. He’d still got his own blasta, but he wanted more. Maybe if he looked around some more he could find a bigger and better weapon to smash things with. For now though, he’d stick with this lumbering big ork. He knew his place, and sure enough he’d already found the perfect opportunity to show his worth to the boss.
“One to shootses, boss,” Ukkukk pointed excitedly at the wreckage, waving his grot blasta in the air and jumping on the spot.
Glumgasha turned to see what the raucous was about. He was ready to punch the gretchin some more for disturbing his fantasy.Standing on some wreckage at the edge of the crater, and looming over them, was the puny outline of a human holding a sword that seemed to glow blue. It looked like it had a small white hair squig sitting on its head. These humies had no idea how to wear hair squigs properly it seemed. Maybe that sword was lucky, but he’d show them, and take the sword for himself as well.
“Waaagh! I’ll ‘av’ ya!” Glumgasha, pushed past Ukkukk, and started to charge at the humie, swinging his new big choppa through the air, ready to strike. He stopped in his tracks before the crest of the crater. He could see it wasn’t alone, there were more of them in their red armour, and the rest had guns.
“Let our faith guide our hands, sisters. For the Emperor!”
“Oh, zog…”
