I was very bored one day, slipped, and hit my head on the table. After that I got the idea for this story. Enjoy this concussion-fueled epic!
This is my re-edited, re-done, and over hauled version (with red paint!) I hope I patched any holes you might have found, if not, review and say something. I won't know what to fix other wise.
Disclaimer: I own no games Workshop stuff/ideas or anything that could get me money.
Dear God I wish I did.
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Fog was draped over the ruins of Salvation hive city. Polluted skies belched tainted lightning to the east, and the odor of rain came as a silent visitor. The silence was complete, save for one place.
A large, treaded vehicle thundered its way through the narrow streets.
What rubble wasn't pushed aside by the large plow welded to the front of the trukk, the brutal vehicle crushed under it's looted treads.
The Ork vehicle shook wildly as the tortured engine pushed it over another huge pile of crushed rockcrete. The garish red paint and roaring engine was a stark contrast to the former silence. Ruined building stood like broken pillars lining the streets. On an elevated turret an Ork manned a big, chunky shoota, and did all he could to look busy and keep from attracting the Boss's attention. It was never a good idea to interrupt the Boss when he was thinking, he was known to be very trigger–happy.
Below the turret, the huge, mega-armored bulk of the Warboss, Waaagh-bang Ironteef sat among the shadow cast by the shoota turret. Waaagh-bang forcefully drove his huge power klaw into the steel plates of his trukk to steady himself.
To the Imperials the Warboss had faced, Waaagh-bang seemed more as brutality made manifest. The Ork towered over his fellow greenskins, and it was said that only The Proffit of Da Waaaagh, Ghazkull Mag Uruk Thraka himself was bigger. Waaagh-bang's Mega-armor was painted a bright red, and his klaw was big enough to shear tank armor like tin. His head was not only protected by the great iron gob from his armor but also a red helmet with big horns, the red to help him think faster and the horns to look more impressive.
He had led his boyz for over ten standard years, and had crushed Eldar, Humans, Chaos, and now, if it was the last thing he'd do, he'd add Necrons to the list.
Dis planet was a good find, He thought. Does weird, metal, Skeliton-boyz foight good, almost a challenge for the boyz to smash.
The Warboss glanced fondly at the trophies that he had made some grot hang on his banna. Mostly the skulls he had taken off of previous battle fields also armor plates had been bolted on and a huge glyph of the Evil suns clan was painted in the center in bright red. Concerning his trophies, nothing irritated Waaagh-bang more than the fact that he hadn't managed to get a Necron skull yet. The silvery machines always disappeared when things turned bad for them, and the heads he took always vanished with their owners.
Still, Waaagh-bang's Orks had beaten the Necrons time and again, and this human city was the last hold of theirs, Waaagh-bang was sure of it.
The air changed quality, and Warboss snorted when he caught the stench, or more exactly, absence of stench that the Necrons seemed to give off.
"Oi! Driva! Stop dis ride rioght now, or oi'll beat yez stoopid!"
The Driva-boy muttered out of the boss's earshot, and kicked the engine with his steel-shod boot until it silenced. The trukk began slowing, and the Driva then pulled over in the shadow of a ruined skyscraper.
The rain started to fall as Waaagh-bang punched a section of the trucks armored side off with his klaw, then he hopped out the hole. The ground trembled as the massive Ork's steel shod boots landed on a ruined sidewalk. The Warboss turned to the back of his trukk stomped to where a gaggle of gretchin were tied to the bumper with rusty chain. Using his klaw he neatly snipped the chain and the gretchin fell to the ground in a heap. Waaagh-bang quickly blocked off all escape routs with his limbs then leaned over enough so the gretchin could see the smile on his face.
"Alroight grotz, it's yez lucky day!" the motors in Waaagh-bangs mega-armor whined as he pointed his klaw down a foggy street.
"You lot get to run down dat dere road, where yous'll probly get made all crispy-lioke by dem zappy skeliton guns."
The Warboss's tone dropped to a growl. "And if you's run any uvva way, Oi'll diffidently shoot yous."
The gretchin stared in utter terror at the huge Ork standing over them.
"NOW GROTZ!" Waaagh-bang roared.
In a panic the gretchin hurried down the rain-slick street and into the fog. A few moments passed, and then bright green light flashed repeatedly from inside the fog, and several high pitched gretchin shrieks were heard then silenced. Waaagh-bang nodded in satisfaction.
"Alroight boyz, get 'em! WAAAAAAGH!!"
Orks answered his battle cry and, seemed to sprout from nowhere. Mobs of Orks filled the rain-coated streets, shooting their sluggas in the air and shouting chants and loud "WAAAAAGH!" battle cries at the top of their lungs. Waaagh-bang climbed into the trukk. "Go! Go, you lousy Mek, GO!!"
The engine gunned and the vehicle raced off into the fog. The roaring of other ramshackle gas-guzzling Ork trukks and wartraks echoed between the ruined towers of the Hive-city. Arcs of green lightning flashed past, their brightness revealing the gaunt and expressionless faces of the Necrons. A blood thirsty smile spread across Waaagh-bangs face and leveled his shoota at the advancing metallic warriors. High caliber, turbo-penetrater rounds sprayed from his gun's barrel. Blank, lifeless faceplates and ancient bodies stood solidly as the bullets ricocheted of them, but some were riddled by the hail of bullets and fell to the ground to be stepped over and forgotten by their marching brethren. Waaagh-bang laughed as a Necron didn't move out of the truck's path but stayed and fired. The green arc gouged a hole in his armor, and he nearly doubled over with powerful laughs over when the Necron was crushed under the four ton trukk's treads. To him the crunch it made was second funniest sound ever, right below Eldar battle cries. Seriously, think about it.
An explosion behind him caused him to turn around.
"WAAAHOOOO!!"
Stormboys rocketed over the trukk, straight towards the silent silver army. Waaagh-bang growled at the flying fighters, He had wanted to be the first to the fight. The fact that the Nob of the group made a rude gesture as he passed didn't help. If dat Nob iz still aliove at the end of all dis…
Waaagh-bang's attention was stolen by a strange "chunk" sound coming from the front of the trukk. The Driva was slumped over the wheel, his head on a button labeled "don't touch dis, eva!!"
Waaagh-bang paused while this information trickled in.
"Wait, what does dat button d-"
The trukk detonated, the resounding shockwave knocking Necrons and Orks alike off their feet. Shrapnel sliced its way through all that hadn't fallen. Waaagh-bang was thrown high into the air by the powerful blast, shouting at the top of his voice: "I's gonna kill da Mek wot put dat dere!!!"
Waaagh-bang saw through rain rimmed eyes that that the explosion had thrown him high and far, he was going to land right in the middle of the silvery army. Twisting so that he would land feet first he stared right in to his foe's eyes.
"WAAAAAGH!!"
His two massive, steel-shod feet slammed two Necrons into the ground, ancient armor crumpled beneath his weight. The second he regained balance, his klaw scythed into another's head. Battle fueled joy sang in his heart, for this is what most Orks only dreamed of. Near endless enemies, and the ability to stomp them all flat. A blank faced warrior raised his weapon over his head, the under slung axe blade glinting in the rain. Roaring Waaagh-bang caught the weapon in his klaw, crushed it, and fired his shoota at point blank range into the silver warrior. More Necrons came to fight him.
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The Stormboy Nob looked at his boys in pride, they were chopping those can-humies good. Too bad there weren't lots more.
He stood tall for an ork, just topping over seven feet. He wore thick squig-leather clothes, and he was tough enough to make any of his boyz, not just some grot, cower in fear.
This earned him plenty of respect.
Squinting through the rain the Nob saw Waaagh-bang in the thick of the fighting, but far from all reinforcements. He shouldered his choppa and smirked.
"Oi, boys take a look at da boss!"
The stormboys hurried over, in time to see Waaagh-bang pound another necron into the ground, but more silvery warriors took its place.
"Looks loike I's gonna be boss soon, eh?"
The Nob Gave a loud boisterous laugh, the Stormboys pointed and laughed with their Nob. It never paid to side against the nearest boss.
Suddenly the air seemed to crackle with energy, small sparks zapped between the Nob's teeth. The Nob stared at one boy whose hair began to stand on its ends.
"What doin' da-"
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Waagh-bang's concentration was broken by the huge explosion of energy. A smoking crater lay where the stormboyz once stood.
Dat stinks thought Waaagh-bang. I's wanted to pound dat gretchin-lovin' Nob.
Silently a massive shape drifted out of the shadows. It's nigh impenetrable armor was illuminated by the eerily glowing rods embedded in it, and the crystal mounted on the top shined malevolently. The crystal pulsed and a beam full of destructive energy slammed into a squad of boyz, turning all in the blast to dust. An answering orange blast came from the sheets of rain and blew off one of the Necron monolith's corner mounted turrets. A very familiar rumbling was heard, and a huge monolith-ish shape made itself visible. Waaagh-bang looked from his fight to see his battle-wagon Deth on Tredz thunder into the fight. The tank had the towering outline of a Necron monolith but Waaagh-bangs best meks made it all orky. A crackling zzzap gun poked out of the main doorway and launched off another blast, this dissipated as it hit the ancient armor of the Necron machine. The monolith rotated to face this new threat, and Deth on Tredz charged straight into the floating behemoth. Waagh-bang laughed and returned to his fight.
To his surprise the silver warriors had backed off, to his pleasure a more impressive foe came down to meet him. A larger Necron, with robes that floated despite the rain, descended down from the sky on a silvery skimmer platform like death itself. The Necron lord was gaunt and skeletal like its brethren, but intricate golden strings of runes were etched in gold all along its frame. The robe, tattered and ragged, billowed around the lord's skimmer-body in an ethereal wind. In its clenched fist was a bladed staff that resonated with power. The Lord's face was blank and emotionless, but the blazing green eyes showed its contempt for all that lived.
Waaagh-bang noticed none of this, there was an impressive enemy to fight. He threw himself as fast as his armor would let him at the lord. The Necron lord flew up into the rain and unleashed blasts from the top of its staff, the bolts of energy burned craters in Waaagh-bangs armor. In frustration Waaagh-bang opened fire with his shoota. Stray rounds pinged and ricocheted off the Necrons body, many missing altogether. Three slugs found their mark and one of the skimmer's lifts sparked then failed. Waaagh-bang roared as his foe began to plummet to the ground. "I's got yous now you git!"
The lord swung its staff and cleanly sliced the barrels of Waaagh-bang's shoota. The Warboss snarled and retaliated with his klaw. The lord deftly knocked it aside, and then struck again. The lord's attacks were like lightning, the lethal edge of the staff striking like a serpent. Waaagh-bangs mega-armor held up against most of the strikes but gave way near his left leg the wicked edge bit deep into his leg and burned like fire. Waaagh-bang roared and sent his klaw down like a meteor from above. The lord avoided it but the Necron's staff was sheared in two. The lord ascended into the air and pounding rain, its skimmer whining in protest.
"Lioke hell is yous gettin' away!"
Waaagh-bang swung his klaw with all his might, smashing it into the skimmer's side like a wrecking ball. Waaagh-bang laughed and pulled on his weapon. The klaw wouldn't move, and to his surprise he started to be lifted off the ground. The skimmer's jets screamed in protest of such a large weight addition, and the lord glared down at the Ork in silent fury its eyes like green beacons. Waaagh-bang shook his klaw in an attempt to release it, but wires within the skimmer had been tangled around it and held firm. The warboss pointed his mega-armors shoota straight up at the underbelly of the lord, there was a clicking noise. Waaagh-bang brought the shoota to his face, and looked at the sliced barrels. "Oh, roight."
He aimed up again and flame bellowed out from a small scorch hidden among the severed shoota barrels.
"Leggo you's tin-can humie!!"
The Scorcha's fuel ran out a second later and when the flame vanished, the Necron lord reached with its arms to try to rip the ork from its body. Its eyes shown like tiny emerald suns from its metal face.
Waagh-bang glared at his foe, and repositioned his shoota arm."Eat dis!"
Waagh-bang lashed out with his ruined shoota, and the huge armored fist shattered the ancient lord's face, sparks flew as sheared shoota barrels punched through the back of the Necron Lord's metal skull. The skimmer lost power, and swiftly fell to the ground. Waaagh-bang grinned in satisfaction, until the skimmer landed on him, his armor creaked with the weight. The Warboss took a deep breath and then slid the dead Lord off from on top of him.
When he got up he looked around, readyto fight some more, but instead of being surrounded by more Necrons, he was surrounded by his boyz. Looking around he saw the smokeing wreck of the monolith in the distance, and his boys surging over the last remnants of the Necrons. The Warboss made a toothy grin.
"Dats roight boyz! Give 'em a taste of da WAAAGH!!" Waaagh-bang was about to join his boyz when a green spark at the edge of his vision caught his attention.
Waaagh-bang stepped over to the front of the fallen Lord, its body slumped over the front of its skimmer. The Boss's iron clad foot shot out, and kicked the body so it faced up.
The Necron was not yet dead, one eye of the lord still glared volumes of hate out from it's smashed face. Still grinning Waaagh-bang grabbed the lord's body with his klaw and sparks flew as he ripped it from it's skimmer body. He then threw it from the ground and positioned his foot over the lord's shattered face.
"Ba bye, you's stinkin' git"
The booted foot fell like an avalanche, and slammed into the ground.
"What da…"
Waagh-bang saw the last shining bit of green energy as the Lord's frame vanished into thin air.
Boyz allover the battle field stood in confusion as their enemies disappeared right before their eyes. The smoking monolith faded too, and several Meks climbing on it fell to the ground.
Waaagh-bang looked around at all the orks around him.
"What iz ya gits lookin at?! Get ready, we's gotta catch dem tin-can humies!"
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In the distance the roaring of loud and brutal engines could be heard. Thunder continued to roll and rain steadily fell. Slowly the engines faded into the distance, and the Storm passed. Fog once more moved silently over the ruins of Salvation hive.
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So I re-did it, and I hope it's to your liking. So for those who haven't read this before:
What will happen next? Why are the Necrons here? What will the Orks do next?
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