Warboss 'EadCrusher: A 40k Fanfiction

by WarbossShearer

This started as a data sheet for a Warboss in my DnD campaign. I went overboard and decided to make a full character. This led to that and *BOOM* story. The data present is about 'EadCrusher an indiscernible amount of time in the future. Join The newly made Warboss through his journey through Minos 5, an abandoned Forge World. Watch him become "DA BIGGEST ORK ON DIS SKRAP HEAP!"

1. Chapter 1: Warboss in the Making

Name: Warboss 'EadCrusher

Planet: Minos V

Clan: Bad Moonz

Wargear: Kustom Twin-Linked Beamy Deff Gun,Kustom Power Klaw, 'Ard Armour

Warcry: "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

Backstory: Like any other Bad Moonz Ork, hoards teef and technology, having the most and most advanced in that order. Rose to power in M40 and due to the world he was born on being a former Forge World, he has the resources to have his

Meks build a Plethora of new "Moar Killy" warmachines. He himself has no traits that set him apart from any other Warboss specifically, although he is clad in tougher armour than most as well as wielding two weapons of high firepower,

those being his Twin Linked Beamy Deff Gun which he wields in his right hand aptly named "Krooza Killa" due to it being used to shoot down multiple Imperial Airborn Transport Ships trying to explore the now Ork dominated Forge World.

Made from the wreckage of a Twin-Linked Hell-Hammer Pattern Lascannon made "Orky" It operates just as it's Imperial counterpart, although somehow, his Meks have managed to make it: 1. Have a seemingly endless ammount of ammunition

(although this is seen on many ork weapons) much faster (A lascannon of that pattern can only fire about a shot every 15 seconds, while his fires multiple in half that amount of time) 3. Operate seemingly in a state of disrepair

(although this is seen on many ork weapons). All in all, this weapon is no small threat, taking out Vehicles and Heavily Armoured units with relative ease, though it is still a Heavy Weapon, reducing the Warboss's speed and not very

effective on smaller, more numerous enemies. Next is his Kustom Power Klaw named "'Ead Splitter" It has served by his side longer than any of his other weapons. When he was an Ork Lootah, he had lost an arm to one of the Tech Priests

attempting to his fallen Forge World. The servant of the Omnissiah with his Greataxe, separated the Orks left arm from his body. Due to the Axe being of the "Power" category of weapons, the wound was cauterized as it was being formed.

Unknowingly, the Tech Priest had given the Ork Lootah the strength to fight on, instead of lying on the ground bleeding out. The soon-to-be Warboss then aimed his Big Shoota at the Tech Priest, and with a Defiant "WAAAAAAAGH!" Blasted

him until he looked like no more than a jam made up of robotic bits and human flesh. The Lootah walked up to his fallen foe and claimed his Skull, roaring as he turned to the rest of his tribe, put the skull between his teef and crushing

the amalgamation of machine and man between his jaws. The Ork then dragged his arm, the Axe and his Big Shoota back to the Hut of Mad Dok SnippyChop. The Dok saw how cleanly the orks arm had been sliced off, the shiny Axe that the Lootah

had on him and the abundance of Teef the Ork still had in his mouth and set upon "repairing" the damaged Ork. After 2 whole days, the Dok and his retinue of Gretchin emerged from the tent with the severed arm of the Ork. They held it

up to the burning Wreckage of the remains of the Forge Worlds largest Factorium, one that produced all sorts of Imperial Weaponry, and tossed the arm into it. The Dok then turned around and beckoned his newest expirement to come out.

Dead. Dead was the Ork Lootah who dueled with the Servant of The Omnissiah. Dead was the Lootah, who's name has been long forgotten. Out stepped somthing new. Out stepped 'Ead Crusha. Out stepped a Warboss. 'Ead Crusha had grown sizeably

from the fight between him and the Tech Priest. The "Metal 'umies" are not a force to be taken lightly, and killing one is a great honor for the Orks of Minos V. He had gone from a sizeable 6 foot 4, to a gargantuan 10 foot 2 and with a

massive Power Klaw made of the Omnissian Axe's metal to match his size. The Dok had smiled a toothy grin at his new work, then took out a rather large bag full of Teef he had aquired from his new work and smiled even wider. It is always

a good thing to feel joy before death. This was apparent, as due to Painboyz not having the best score in terms of patient comfort, the enraged 'EadCrusher had made a full on dash to the still glee struck and smiling Dok. 'EadCrusher had

punched the Ork in the gut with his right fist, and proceded to take the Painboy by the head as he lifted him up, walked with him to the center of the Tribe and crushed his skull, right infront of the acting Warboss, GitStompa,

effectivley challenging his power and enacting a fight between the two Orkoid Giants. The ground and newly formed croud shook in fear and awe as the former Lootah strode up to the Warboss and chucked the Painboys lifless body at his

feet, spitting on the 'ard Bootz that adorned said feet. No words needed to be said. The Warboss slowly stood from his Boss Chair and aimed his Kustom Shootah at 'EadCrusher and lined up a shot. 'EadCrusher didnt move a muscle. The

Warboss, never facing another Ork with such gall, guffawed as he lowered his weapon. He stepped down to meet the challenger on an even footing.

"Right Orky you are!" Roared the Boss to the amusement of his retinue of Stormnobz

"You'll make a fine additiion to my Nobz!"

"Dats not gonna happen...Boss." The "Boss" was not said, it was spat out, like a Squig Pie that was filled with well "Squigpie"

"IZ IS GONNA BE DA BIGGEST ORK ON DIS 'ERE SCRAP HEAP!" 'EadCrusher decreed to the gathering crowd

"DAT DERE MACHINE 'UMIE WUZ JUST DA START! IZ IS GONNA STOMP EVRYFING ON DIS ROCK AND THEN KRUMP THE NEXT ONE OVAH! AND THEN ON, AND THEN ON!"

The Boss laughed

"Well, da wayz I see it, Iz is da biggest Ork around, and I sayz Wez gonna stay 'ere and collect scrap for me Battlewaggon!"

The Boss gestured to a group of Mek Boyz working on a vehicle that was the size of a Baneblade and covered with sputtering engines and flaming pipes

"I'm da Boss, and what I sayz, goez, got it...grot?"

That last word. Grot. An insult, clear as day. One that burned in 'EadCrushers mind. The Warboss was much larger than 'EadCrusher. While, not a short Ork by any means, 'EadCrusher was 10'2 while GitStompa was a hulking 15 foot even!

In Ork society, an Orks size is relative to their strength, the more they fight, the bigger they get. Meaning that a smaller Ork has relativley no chance against a smaller Ork, not just because of strenght and social standing, but due

to genetics. 'Ead Crusha was going to have to get much bigger, if he had ever hoped to beat the Warboss, but he couldn't turn around now. Charging the Boss with rage and Klaw, GitStompa met his charge with a Kick directly to

'EadCrushers gut. The Ork went stright to the floor. Writhing in pain the stunned 'Ead Crusher looked up and saw the Warboss guffawing in victory, enticing the crowd to laugh at the fallen Ork. The last thing he saw before blacking out

was the Boot he had earlier spat upon, speeding twoards his head. 'EadCrusher awoke an unknown amount of days later, groggy, and missing a LOT of teeth. He rose from his cot surrounded by the Gretchin assistants of the Tribes Mek Boyz.

"Zog me, where am I?" Said the disgruntled Ork, still shaking off the remenants of his unconciousness.

"Youz iz in da Mek Shop!" Hollered one of the Gretchin

"Since you krumped the Dok, wez has been lookin after all da smashed up Orkz!"

So it seems that the stomping that was the fight between him and the Warboss wasn't a dream.

"Wot happened to me afta da Boss krumped me?"

"Youz got stomped up bad, but Big Mek BlitzShokka saw dat shiny Klaw of yours and decided to keep it! Unfortunatley for him, dat arm was ded fixed on you."

'EadCrusher lifted his Klaw up and gave it a proper test. It was just like his old hand, albiet missing about 2 digets and having the remaning 3 replaced by massive scissor like talons. Otherwise, it felt just as good as the old one.

The one thing that bothered 'EadCrusher was not the newfound lack of Teeth, or the new and shiny (and still attached) Klaw, but was the confusion left by the Warboss not killing him outright. He had every right too. An Ork that

challanges the Boss is forfit to the whim of whatever the Boss chooses if he loses. This normally means death, but in 'EadCrushers case, all he got was a stomping and a good while in a coma. To Boot, the Big Mek seems to have worked

a bit on his Power Klaw, making it even Larger and added some Rokkit Thrustas to the back of it. The newly awakened Ork sat up and reoriented himself with his legs and he stood. Emerging from the Mek shop into the burning daylight he saw

it. The Warboss and his retinue of Nobz had been waiting for him.

"Awake now are ya?" said the Warboss

"Good. Now i s'pose your wonderin' why yer still alive?"

'EadCrusher was still in a groggy state, unbalanced in stance, and unbalanced in mindset. He charged, or more, hobbled at the Warboss grunting and groaning. The Warboss scoffed and pushed him to the ground, with force little more than a

light shove.

"Oi, we've been through that song and dance once before. It won't work."

"I told you'z I wuz gun'ta be da biggest Ork on dis Scrap heap!" Slurred the disoriented Ork

"Yeah? And I krumped you in da 'ead, you must got da biggest 'eadache on dis Scrap heap!" Laughed the Warboss.

"Listen, if I wuz 'ere to foight, I would have killed ya the last time. No. Im 'ere for a different reason."

'EadCrusher stood back up, this time not about to charge the Boss

"Iz dat right? Well then, lets 'ear it."

"Youz wuz right. Us sitten 'ere doin Zog all just ain't Orky. We needz ta crush and foight, because dats wut we Orkz do."

"And wot do ya wan't me for?"

"I wantz you to start a tribe."

"Wait, wot? Wez got plenty of dem Metal 'Umies to Krump, why do youz want me to start a tribe?"

"Dats all fine 'n dandy dat iz, but us Greenskins arent..."satisfied" with just krumpin tin canz. Wez need to krump more fingz, and I can see a burnin' fire in your 'eart. Youz will be a good foight you will. And dat Klaw dere will see

you 'dere"

"And how am I supposed to start a Tribe? Iz is just one Ork"

"Dats why im givin' you d'ese!" The Warboss gestured to a group of Orks.

"Dem? Dem's all da panzee boyz! I can't start a Tribe wif dem!"

"Would ya rather i Split ya 'ead right ere?" Threatened the hulking Ork

"Fine! But mark my words, when I come back, Iz is gonna krump you good! And I won't make the mistake you made!"

"And what mistake is that?" Asked GitStompa

"You let me live"

And with that, the Ork, his Klaw,his small ragtage group of Orks, and a serious concussion, set off to create the greatest Tribe the world of Minos V ever saw.