This is a tester, wanted to see what would happen if I did this, anyway, quick into done.
Lets get started.
Dark clouds are smoldering into red,
While down the crater, morning burns.
The dying soldier shifts his head,
To see the glory that returns;
He lifts his fingers towards the skies,
Where holy brightness breaks in flame;
Radiance reflected in his eyes,
And on his lips, a whispered name.
And so it begins.
"An end? No brothers and sisters, this victory is no end to this war we fight, no more than the Traveler's great injury was an end to us. No, the darkness is still out there, plotting and readying themselves for their next great assault. This is a Victory, but we must seize the advantage. Go, take the fight to them. Show them what the children of the light can do."
"His holy light shall empower your weapons and fill your hearts. No foe may stand against such fury."
Today we may say aloud before an awe-struck world: "We are still masters of our fate. We are still captain of our souls."
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"Wot ya mean da engeens be stomped? Dey wer' jus' clobbered in!" Yelled the tall, intimidating figure. A huge gun slung over his shoulder, armour big and spiky enough to drown in topped with a helmet that looked like it had seen combat and the bulging muscles doing little calm the terrified boy in front of him.
Kommando Pain of the 'Supa Killy Clobberers' was tempted to smack the Mek in charge of the engine, and if they were there, he would have. But he wasn't, so now he had no idea what to do but set up a base around the troop transport with what remained of the team and hope it was enough.
Turning his head to glare at the closed doors, he proceeded to march up to them and punch the 'Open' button.
The doors opened smoothly, designed to withstand the power of a 'Gud Ol' Orky Smak', even from the towering, bulging, form of the Kommando.
Kommando Pain's glare intensified at the sight that was presented to him, enough to petrify an Ork that had managed to step to one side. He didn't want to have to set up base in the middle of a jungle of monstrous tree's, in fact, that wasn't on his checklist for the day.
Then again, neither was crash landing in said jungle after legging it from an exploding star.
Pain's eyes hardened before he turned around and started bellowing orders.
"Alright ya gitz! I's wanna 'ave a gud deefensive positions around da parimita! An' sumwun get sum lights!"
The remaining Orks rushed out of the transport into positions, clambering down from the ceiling and off the floor, while making a wide space around the Kommando and his almost visible rage.
"An' I's wanna 'ave da camp set up by da time I's get'z back, gottit!?"
Several Orks nodded vigorously and grabbed the required kit from the holding panel's within the transport before they had left the shuttle.
Pain nodded stiffly once, before turning his attention towards the 4 pilots of the shuttle, he stomped his way to the cockpit to get a feel for the situation. Ignoring the bodies of the less fortunate Orks.
He groaned when he reached the cockpit.
"Whot, in da name of Mork an' Gork, is da supa' sneeky tin boy doin'? Ain't he suppos'd ta be workin' on da communikatzionz pannel'z?"
CQ-472 diverted his attention away from his console to address the irate Ork.
"G7-213's mainframe and processor has been destroyed."
Pain sighed resignedly, before pulling himself together and asking as softly as a bulging Ork could.
"Whil'z 'e make it?"
CQ shook his head, some would say sadly, before replying.
"G7 was still in the ship's mainframe when the pulse hit. He did not have time to react before his data was wiped... No, he did not make it."
Sighing heavily, Pain asked the question he both dreaded and hoped the answer of.
"Can'z we'z make da shuttle works again?"
H2-565 stared at the Kommando over her shoulder, Pain didn't know what she was thinking, what with the smooth, black, face-plate covering the entirety of her face, but he didn't think it would be good news.
The emotionless reply was probably better than a panicked reply that an organic would have given.
"Negative, neither can we get a signal out, we're trapped for the time being. Seeing as the sensors do not recognize the surroundings, I do not think we will be picked up by the rest of the fleet. We may be on a planet that has not been touched before."
Pain grabbed a tiny chair, compared to him, and managed to squeeze into it before his legs gave beneath him.
Taking a deep breath, he asked "We'z not gonna git pick'd up, are'z we?"
"It does not seem likely." Replied CQ.
Sucking another lungful of air, enough to make a Honurus jealous, stupid high pressure fliers, Pain shakily got to his feet under the calm gazes of the remaining metal crew.
Smiling shakily, Pain managed to speak without stuttering "I'z glad da boyz didn't see dat."
H2-565 and FU-849 chortled softly while CQ-472's mask folded away, revealing a surprisingly Human looking metallic face sporting a small smile.
CQ nodded towards him to signal it was time to go back into business. "The boy's won't know about it."
Pain breathed in through the nose and out through the mouth several times before he decided he was calm enough to handle the situation responsibly.
Cursing the fact he didn't receive enough training for something like this, Pain turned his attention towards CQ.
"Cee-Qu systems check, Haych-Tou inventory and Hef-Yoo," turning his attention to the last figure, he scrutinized her for a second before continuing, "I'z wan' da transport turn'd inta da centa o' a proppa Stronghold, can'z ya start on dat? Take some gitz wid ya if ya need dem."
FU-849 nodded decisively and then maneuvered around the Kommando while Pain scrutinized the pile of metal that used to be G7.
"Oh'z, an' mak' sure'z da gitz in da back are sporin'"
Another nod, and FU was gone.
Carefully picking the body up, Pain maneuvered his way through the shuttle and out of the hatch and then to the side. Laying the body down onto the ground, he gripped his gun mid guard and held it aloft, roaring as loudly as he could.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
The cry was taken up by the surrounding Orks, even those FU chose to help her in her endeavor, not that she would complain at the memorial only Orks could make touching.
When the volume settled down again, there was complete and utter silence.
Pain turned towards several boys.
"Get da stimulants out an' get dem to 'alf da sporelingz." Turning to another, relatively big, group led by a Nob that looked slightly giddy, he continued, "Yoo's gonna patrool da parimita, dakka anythin' dat looks a little killy, dere be no responce so dere'z a lot o' killy creatures about." The Nob quickly nodded his head and set out with his group while Pain turned his attention towards the camp and yelled, "I'z sed I'z want'd da camp up by'z da time I'z was back!"
The Orks sped up, trying to appease the irate Kommando. Pain grinned before turning his attention towards another group of Orks.
"I'z wan' more gitz aroun', so's yoo's lot gonna spread ya spores about, gottit?" Another round of nodding and they were off.
"Your a natural commander, Kommando Pain." CQ's voice filtered in.
Pain's grin widened before he turned around to face the A.I.
"Wot works, wot doesn't?"
"The turret works, but we will have to dig it out from under the shuttle."
Pain glared at the remaining unlucky Nob until he started gathering boyz to dig it out, before turning his attention back to CQ.
"The engine does not work, all attempts to fix it has resulted in failure. There are two Dok's and a Mek still alive in their tanks, they will be ready for jettison in three days, tops."
"Gud, gud. Betta den I'z thoughtz den."
"The grunts in the transport are sporing, the new recruits will be ready within two months, if a bit weak."
Nodding again, Pain commented, "It'z to be'z expectud, wot wiv da stimulants. But we'z don know if da critters be 'xtra killy or dey bein' shy, an' I no' be riskin' it."
"Quite. The sensors are also working, but they will not be useful at the moment. The communications are down, as has already been said, while the fabricator still works, but the memory has been wiped. I have tasked it too create more Orkish weapons from the variation we have with us."
"So'z, we'z not helpless den." Pain stated.
"Correct. Sorry but that is all I have, everything else had been ruined."
Half way though nodding, Pain picked up on Orkish guns going off in quick succession. Turning, he couldn't find where it was coming from nor any spare Orks to assist the Nob that had found trouble. Shrugging, Pain made his way back into the shuttle.
"Help Hef-Yoo wiv da buildin', use da fabri ta help ya in it when da boyz don need it." Waiting a second, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "An' sumwun get da camp up!"
When he entered, Pain turned towards H2, "Wot we got?"
H2 turned towards him from her position of looking through the compartments.
"There are twenty-seven Ork rocket powered jetpacks along with six high powered turbine-powered packs. Three disintegrator pistols, seven power swords of varying compositions and four personal camouflage shrouds." Pain nodded appreciatively. "I found another fabricator," Pain's eyes rose in interest, "It actually has some programs in it, one of which is all the individual parts for another fabricator, once the Mek is ready to start building we will have everything needed to produce more fabricators... albeit the small ones."
Pain sighed dramatically, "Yoo'z woz gettin' me 'ope'z up dere."
"How about this then?" Pain's attention diverted back to the A.I. "There are four drones, one of them have a programmable matter manipulator while another has a matter converter, the last two are reconnaissance drones and won't be effective at the moment."
Pain's eyes gleamed, before he face palmed. "I'z fourgot da manipualator'z. Wun sek."
Turning back towards the outside of the transport, he yelled, "Oy! Sumwun get a' manipualator an' convertor frum da storage an' use it ta 'elp wiv da buildin'."
A pair of Ork boy's stepped into the transport as Pain turned his attention back to H2.
"Sorrie'z, w'ere wer we?"
"It does not matter, Kommando, the last thing needed mentioning was the food shortage and power supply, nether need to be topped up at the moment."
Nodding, Pain considered his options. "Haych-Tou, 'elp out anywhay ya can."
H2 nodded and then turned towards the outside, before stopping suddenly.
Pain, curious as to what could stop an A.I in it's tracks, turned around as well.
Upon seeing the Nob that was leading the patrol party and what he was carrying, Pain's eyes gleamed.
"Oy, lad'z! We'z havin' fresh meet taday!"
A cheer jumped forth from the surrounding Orks as Pain approached the Nob and the giant slug, like, thing, on his back. Giving an appreciative nod to the big Ork, he noticed the rest of the patrollers, or in this case hunters, were also carrying a giant slug between them. Pain's smile widened.
"Boss, deas droppers want'd ta feast on mi, but day smell funny. Youse yer nouse fer dem, dey clobered an' attach'd ta wun o' de boy'z an' wou'dn't budge afta."
Nodding appreciatively to the Nob again, Pain called over his shoulder, "'Ear dat lad'z? Nouse'z out an' sniffin' in da jungle! Yoo'z," He pointed at the Nob, "Get sum o' dat inta da transport, save sum fer lateah."
The Nob nodded and headed towards the transport, taking some of the boy's with him.
The Force barely responded upon their arrival, if someone powerful was meditating, Light or Dark, they may have felt it originate from the planet, Kashyyyk, but nothing else.
But they would have known that the disturbance was but the beginning of something bigger coming their way.
Riddle me this.
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought,
Can never be sold, only earned if it's sought,
If it is broken it can still can be mended,
At birth it can't start nor by death is it ended.
What does man love more than life,
Fear more than death or mortal strife,
What the poor have, the rich require,
and what contented men desire,
What the miser spends and the spendthrift saves,
And all men carry to their graves?
Phew, that took a while.
Multiple questions to get through.
Should Pain and the AI know of the star wars universe, or be completely new to it?
I have a plan set out for knowing, and can figure something out for not. Of course, if they do know, it will take some time to figure it out.
How should the Orks crash into the scene?
Like, should they help the Wookie's fight off a slave run, or sneak their way into the scene.
Last, but not least...
I do not own Star Wars or the Orks.
The Orks were based off the Warhammer universe, but with a special twist.
The AI are my own design, they are the Human equivalent for the Orks in this story.