So bored and this really seems like something I should be doing, as I enjoy writing fiction. Don't really know why I haven't tried before so be patient I am new. Also you said Orks so I will try da rite wiff dis in mind. (Spell check going to kill me..)
Enta Warboss Krash'dem speaking to his throng. "Aiy boys, we gots a new lootin' spot! Dem pesky 'umies left dat planet we'z were thinkin' bout crashin. You boyz ready for some stompin!?"
"Waaaaaaaagh. Of course boss, and just in time too. Da Mad Dok's done tinkering with our "modified" Roid. They will neva see it comin."
"Dats why I'm da boss, cuz I'm da brains round 'ere. Now get ready for da Crumpin because 'ere we come a Stompin!"
The Orks quickly scatter to their posts to gather pointy bits and to get the haphazard asteroid they call a ship back into space. It turns out Mad Doks are quite ingenuitive and used many scraps to further conceal the hidden nature of the floating rock as unintentional as it may have been.
As the final preparations are made, da Bosses' lieutenant an unlikely but cunning gretchin by the name of Kick'itz, reports the status. "Iz all reddy Bozz. We juz waiting' on your go."
"Waiting on Me?! Dat's about as likely..." Krash'dem tended to wander off in thought when one mentioned his speed.. He wasn't the slowest of boyz but with his modified Mega Armour, he wasn't winning any races either.
Several days into the space travel, Krash'dem noticed that even for a sector that was lowly populated, it was eerily quiet. He paid little attention, and instead took it as a sign from Gork and Mork that the mission was going to be easy as squig herdin'. There was little less than 3 or 4 days until planetfall, easy pickings for the Orks it seemed..
Luckily or randomly, Kick'its was mesmerized by navigational stuffs and had accumulated quite the concoction of radars and other devices to qualm his investigative nature. This might have been the saving grace, as an assortment of gadjets were beeping and whirring, with no apparent reason. Kick'its being one for smartz took no chances and went to alert his master about his somewhat random findings.
"Bozz! Bozz! Da scanna'z keep sayin there iz something out there!" Kick'its hastily clammered to his master. "I saidz that 'umie stuff would help, too bad it isn't louda.."
"Let me see DAT" Krash'dem motioned to his whelp. " You mean ta tell me dat dis annoying contraption does sumfing?"
Kick'its knew he was on to something so he did best he could to explain although not quite sure what, there was "summfing" out there.
As almost if on cue a large "thud" was heard. Then another. And another. Several in fact over the next few minutes, which was more than enough to alert da Boss.
Having been no stranger to ambush Krash'dem knew that they might have just walked into a trap. "Dem pesky 'umies think they'z smart? "Ere we go Kick'its get da boyz ready."
Kick'its knew this was time to go into hiding, and his boss was nice enough to give him a job that relieved him of his worry. Krash knew he was too valuable to just toss to the grinder, so he did best to hide his frustration.
It would seem the boyz knew something was happening, as they were waiting in the mezz hall with all sorts of accusations.
"Shut up your yaps ye lazy grots. Our ship has been hit with dem damn pods those 'umies use. They think they got the jump on us."
"Let's get em boyz!" "Waaaaaaagh!"
Now in terms of layout the asteroid was literally a maze. The Orkz had been on it for a while so had home field advantage. This allowed them to meet with their would be attackers with haste.
Finally near the "bridge" the Orks discovered in their assumption, that it was no 'umie. The well known chatter of hooves and seemingly ordersome hiss was all to clear what was aboard. Krash'dem loved fighting Tyranids because much like daemons, they were always a good fight. Not like the cowardly fish people, or any manner of the Imperium..
Luckily the Asteroid really wasn't that large and so tight corridors and lack of landing space really helped the Orkz come to grips.
"Lootaz get up on dem barricades! Burnas you cover da front, and all Clawz with me!" As disorganized as Orks can be, give them direction and watch the well oiled machine grind..
It started slow at first, with seemingly too small waves of hormagaunts and termagants clambering in. The burnas were howling with entertainment while the odd gribbly that got through was minced by the boys standing behind.
Krash'dem knew Tyranids were tricky, and that these waves were just the start. "Keep at it Boys, der's lots more where dat came from!" As anxious as he was Krash had learned through many losses that patience sometimes pays off.. After all that was how he managed to kill Flaya, his predecessor.
Wave after wave was repelled with little effort, with the Orks taking minimal casualties. This was going too well, and just as it seemed to end, Kick'its came bursting in. "Dez in da machine room! Dem pesky spooks are after me!"
Krash knew this tale well, as he was dubious in distractions of his own. He had left a few bands of his best Commandos to head to the attackers deployment, in hopes that their love for explosions would pay off well. This did not help the Spook problem though, as he would need to lead this attack on his own. He gathered several of his Nob sergeants and disappeared into the chaos, with Kick'its hot on his tail.
Krash burst into the engine room with fury in his pursuit. He knew spooks tended to hide but would isolate his boys if left unchecked. Between his combined Nobs effort, and knowing every nook and cranny, it wasn't long before the Squad of Lictors was in full retreat, sub the few that Krash'dem and his Clawed Nobs got ahold of.. Kick'its was nowhere to be found..
Heading back to the action the Warboss knew without his commanding leadership that what he might return to could very well be his boys fighting amongst themselves.. This wasn't the time for such rivalries, and with an echoing "Waaaargh" they boys knew their boss was back. Unfortunately the damage was done. The real distraction was the Lictors, as almost if on cue, the Nids poured through almost the second the boss left.
With three quarters of his lootas gone, and only a handful of boyz and Nobz Krash knew he had made a big mistake. But to fight is what Orks do and there was nothing like the present to show it.
Finally after what seemed like days, the trickle seemed to halter. With most of his boys dead and his Lieutenant nowhere to be found Krash felt his losses for the first time. With but a moments notice, a leader beast followed by two chitin plated guard stepped forth from the shadows, and with a mighty bellow seemingly laughed at the Orks haphazard state. That was the last straw, and with that instant Krash knew it was do or die.
Luck it would seem had not run dry, as out of the Darkness behind him a missile flew by almost hitting the boss, but smashing directly into one of the Guard, immediately crippling it. As if both caught by surprise the Tyrant and Krash turned their attention to the direction from whence it came. Standing in what appeared to be a miniaturized version of a Killa Kan was Kick'its, screaming in all kinds of rage.
Not caring why or how his Lieutenant had managed such a contraption didn't matter, he knew they had a chance now. As if with renewed vigor the Boss and his right hand flung themselves at the leader, flailing madly as to try to diminish morale.
Krash knew he had to take the leader alone, so he motioned for Kick to take the one and a half guard, which much to his surprise, Kick had just decapitated the wounded Guard with a Buzzsaw of some sort.
The fight was long, each opponent more than aware of the inevitable death that loomed if they weren't cautious. The Warboss had fought against many Tyranids, and he knew how their Lashwhips and Boneswords combo worked. It was a fool to disregard the whip, as he had seem many of his brothers get ensared. After many tedious hours of cat n mouse the battle was seeming to turn for the worse. Although Krash'dem had chomped off a few chunks the favour had been returned, and seemingly weary from his wounds the boss made one last ditch effort. He flung his entire force at the Tyrant, engaged his prototype jump ability and came crashing down on the Tyrants now maligned body. It was not a comforting victory, as Krash looked around to see nothing but death.
After regaining his posture and breathing a sigh of relief, Krash quickly scanned the surrounding area for Kick'its. A feint whimper caught his ear as he clambered through the corpse soaked area. To his surprise, a shattered Tyrant Guard body lay dogpiled on the miniature Killa Kan. He shouted and to his relief Kick replied with a mild "phew.."
"I dunno how we'd made it Kicks, but remind me not to bother ya bout your'z gizmoz anymore." This was as close to a thanks as Kick'its had ever seen. He was more than happy to oblige..
"Now what ta do about diss mess!" Cackled Krash'dem, as he and his Lieutenant wandered into the darkness, ready for their next adventure..
Ok I think I went past the limit... But I couldn't stop. It was hard enough to condense as it came
. Hope it reads well! Thank you for being patient enough to read! All comments are critique welcome, as this is my first attempt at 40k fiction.
. Hope it reads well! Thank you for being patient enough to read! All comments are critique welcome, as this is my first attempt at 40k fiction.
