"Gerald... Dats a weird name if I say so meself Toofpulla"
"I know, deez humies dont know da goodness of a proppa name"
the two grots conversed as they looked over the navymans corpse, his teeth had been split half and half between the two, now they were just looking for objects of interest in the belly of the broken sword class frigate. They had been there for a few days since the rest of Da Metal Boyz warband had left them, convinced that they would soon come back for them. This of course meant that the two grots, Toofpulla and Squigfood, had had plenty of time to gather every tooth not taken by the orks that had already been there. They were deep into the philosophical topic of what names were "Proppa" when they heard a noise.
"wot's that?" asked Toofpulla
"Bea's me, anyway so as I was saying..." But Squigfood was talking to deaf ears as he continued with his story of how he had once met an Ork called Raul. Toofpulla cautiously stepped towards the hallway where the noise came from, it was a sort of low humming, with mechanical clicks mixed in. Turning the corner, Toofpulla came face to face with a floating skull, the skull appeared to be half activated, as it was floating with its cybernetic blue eye flashing, but didnt pay attention to the Grot. The Grot however, was paying attention to something, a gleaming golden tooth, but when the skull didnt relinquish its grip on this metal piece of anatomy immediately, toofpulla got impatient.
A few seconds later, when Squigfood was pushed out of his storytelling by a loud whirring, and went to investigate, he saw Toofpulla losing a fight to an absentminded skull. Squigfood was faced with quite the predicament, help the skull because he was mad that Toofpulla hadnt been paying attention, or help Toofpulla, because he was good at pulling out and sharing teef. When he had finally decided on his answer to this really very hard question, Toofpulla gave a great final effort and managed to somehow, in one movement, pull out the golden toof, snap the wire that made the skull hate xeno and fully activate the skull.
The skull scanned the diminutive greenskin, and the search came up positive for xeno, but for some reason, despite knowing it should exterminate, the skull found that it couldnt care less. Instead it said its introductory message, "greetings, I am the skull of the psyker, Darius, If you are hearing this, you have been promoted to inquisitor in steed of Consectus Bavar, you will find his rosarius, armor and guns on his body which I have tracked to one of the bodies laying in the room two halls down."
Hi, author here, so, you can probably tell where this is going, the next chapter will be much longer. this is just a test chapter I wrote here on my first story in thirty minutes to see if this was a liked concept. Constructive critiscism will be much appreciated.