This is the first in a series of short stories about the orks, this one follows the story of the brave boyz of Bugglz Skwadron, this is one out of two parts. read on and have fun.
Bugglz Skwadron: part 1
The ork tavern bustled with jolly green skins laughing, eating, drinking and what orks do best, fighting within the walls of the captured imperial bastion. Cartridges still littered the floor and both explosion and bullet holes were patched up with scrap metal, and wood. In one of the corners of the bar at a long table, fifteen orks sat on makeshift chairs, each had a leather pilot jacket with an ork B sewn onto the back. They had badges that composed of an ork skull or slugga shell and wings fashioned out of scrap metal.
"So dis umie git is roit up me bum, an I'm going at full frottle, he finks he's gonna win, well oi cut me engine an e was liek 'wot appened' he got in front of me, an oi blasted im out of da air." The four nobz in the middle of the table laughed, each had a name sown into their jackets, they were veteran flyboys, they had survived a grand two missions to get the title.
"A great one Algae, ow bout da toim I'z outta bomms and dakka, so oi jumped ou ov me plane, and use da plane as da bomm" The five of them laughed and swigged their fungus ale. Their leader was skwadron komanda Bugglz, and his four flight komandas Algae, Gingaz, Oric and Ritoffan, Bugglz along with the other orks they made Bugglz skwardron, the best (and only) ork flyboys the war boss has to offer. After more bragging about dogfights or new pilots being excited for their first mission, a siren sounded and a nob burst the door down.
"Right boyz, da boss haz tol me ta get everyone ready for da big squishing." As soon as the words left the snaggled teeth of the greenskin, orks scrambled to their feet, grabbed their choppas and sluggas. Many of them were about to fight for the first time and were born a couple days ago, but they didn't mind that they were going to die only a few days old. They had only see less that zero point one percent of the universe. The flyboyz were at least a month old with two hours of training.
The squadron left the dampness of sweat, ale and the warm glow of the tavern and stepped out into sunlight, hidden by a thick layer of smog. As they walked towards the tarmac, they practiced by walking in formation, with Bugglz shouting formation orders and watching how they did. Trukks, squiggoths and war buggies loaded in troops with deff kopta's firing up rotors and taking to the skies, stompa's lumbered in the distance. Anyone not lucky enough to get transport walked in the kilometre long column, or they threw off the current occupants.
Everyone got out the way of the pilots as they went to their highly likely death. Humans say it takes balls of steel to fly a plane in a normal dogfight. The thing about this is that orks don't have testicles. Other orks see flyboyz as insane, even by ork standads and usually try and avoid them all together, there is a reason why. Their graceful stroll was stopped when a trukk pulled out in front of them, squashing an unlucky grot.
"Oi zogger, watch ya driven ya grox ead." Gingaz shouted, his veins in his stubby neck clearly showing, the driver took one look at the fuming nob and immediately sped off.
"Yeh ya bedda run ya son of a squig, I'll tie ya to da front of ma bomma if ya do dat agen." Gingaz continued to shout, the other orks smiled at him for sticking up for the 'most important' boyz in the entire warband.
"So Bugglz, what do I do wif da newbiez?" Ritoffan asked pointing his cybernetic claw hand at the new flyboyz, Bugglz chuckled.
"We'll giv em propa trainin in da air, da warboss wil tel uz when ta start krumping." They continued until they stood on the tarmac with the hangers, once smooth and adorned with imperial aquilas, now covered in scrap metal and ork symbols.
The large roller doors rumbled and shuddered, slowly revealing Bugglz skwadron's flyers, Mek boyz were still working on the planes, with wielding irons sparking and wrenches banging. The boyz stood in awe at the beautiful sight, of planes on the verge of falling apart if one screw became loose. Welded metal still glowed with heat, and paint was still wet, but for an ork, it didn't matter at all. The skwadron composed of four dakka-jets, three burna-bommerz, three blitza-bommerz, three fighta-bommers and two big-bommerz. Bugglz lead the way, and went up to his personal flyer, a fighta-bommer, painted red with "expertly" painted flames on the front. He grinned every time he touched his plane, but now it was even more badly welded together to cover the bullet holes of the last flight. Parachutes were handed out by grots, who will soon become the gunners of the bommerz. Bugglz stood on the wing of his plane, and his skwadron looked up to him, he then coughed his fume filled lungs and cleared his throat.
"Roit Boyz, da umies are da only fing standin between us, an a bloody uge pile a loot. Ya may not av much experience in a plane, or know wathca doin, but when wez die, da story boyz will tell da story of Bugglz skwadron. Now follow my mates, dey are da floit kommandas, dey have survived lon enuf ta be good at flying. Now I know dat you've only got rufly…two hours of trainin, but your enfusiasim compesates for dat rubbish. Now to your planes ladz…For da WAAARGH." The orks shouted in a mixture of excitement, and hype, each of them could feel the great power of the waaargh building up in their thick skulls. Orik ran excitingly to his blitza-bommer and stopped dead in his tracks in horror at what was to face him, that horror turned to fiery rage. How could this happen? He was a nob this should happen to one of the boyz not someone of his stature, he turned and snarled, showing his multiple missing teeth.
"WHY'S ME PLANE NOT PAINTED RED!?" The nob's shout was louder than the roaring and belching engines of the planes, the mek boyz looked around afraid.
"Oim sorry sah, but all da red paint ran ou…" The mek boy didn't finish as a choppa was already impaling him through the stomach, Orik then lifted him into the air and carried him, all while his skwad mates watched.
"Hows bout I use ya istead?" He then stepped onto his plane and disembowelled the mek boy, and proceeded to use the mek boyz blood and guts as red paint. The other orks were cracked up as the nob showed off classic ork behavior, eventually he called over a couple grots to 'help'.
"Oric, can ya hurry up…I's got squishies ta smash an umies ta kill." Algae shouted from the open canopy of his burna-bommer, as a grot was escorted into the gunner seat. After a satisfactory paint job (for an ork) a thumbs up was given and the nob jumped into his larger cockpit.
"Ya redy bak der Bix?" Bugglz asked his grot gunner, the grot gave a once over of his twin linked supa-shoota, and then strapped on his fighter helmet, and strapped himself to his chair.
"All redy boss!" The grot turned and smiled at his greenskin master with a thumbs up, who returned the smile and hand gesture, then turned back and flicked his radio. The two of them had a history, and they were like brothers, a very strange thing to happen in ork society.
"Rocall, boyz…Bugglz Redy." Bugglz exhanged hand gestures with the other pilots in his flight, then the radio buzzed to life.
"Rittoffen dakka-jets redy."
"Orik, blitza-bommers redy."
"Algae, Burna-bommers redy."
"Gingaz, eavy-bommerz re…wait wots dat rattlin noize?" Gingaz looked back to see the an ork boy struggling to buckle some straps holding the bombs in the shoots. Suddenly the straps slipped through the ork boyz hand and a bomb hit the ground with a loud clang of metal, all the greenskins froze.
"Watcha name boy?" Gingaz said getting out of the pilot seat and walking to the quivering ork, Gingaz had watched painboyz, and had been treated by one long enough to know how to make an ork scream.
"O…Onag sah" The nob towered over the ork boy, he then grabbed the ork by his neck, he then swiftly threw him to the grand and stomped on his arm, breaking it with a snap that echoed through the plane. He continued to do it to the other arm then grabbed the ork and put him into the bomb shoot, lastly placing a bomb on top of him and doing up the straps.
"Oi you, go getz anaver gunner, one dat dos't drop stuff." He shouted at a grot, who quickly ran out the door and a few seconds later returned with another ork boy.
"Good, now everfyone to der positions." The green skins ran to the many shootas and twin linked supa-shootaz throughout the heavy-bommer, as Gingaz stepped up the small set of steps to his cockpit.
"Eavy-bommer redy."
"Roit boyz up up an away, for da Waaaargh." Bugglz shouted, then closed the window to his cockpit (as if it will last very long), he checked his gear was locked in the fastest gear possible, his foot break was removed like his asked and his plane started to move onto the run way.
"I fink thiz's gona be a good one ladz." Ritoffen shouted out of his open cockpit, as his flight moved behind the fighta-bommers, Gingaz cranked his speed stik until his speedo showed him going at WAAAARGH speed. He led the way as his plane took off with his flight boyz were after him.
After circling the air field, after the other aircraft took off and joined them in the air, they started to fly above the cloud line. The formation was lead by the fighter-bommers, below and to the left of them were the burner-bommers ready to drop burnna-bomms and unleash skortcha rokkits. Above the whole formation were the blitzer-bommers ready for a vertical and perilous dive bombing, with the loud sirens of the wings wailing. The two big-bommers stayed in the middle, of the group, with a 360 view of the dogfight, they were covered from every direction. The four dakka-jets were scattered throughout the formation, ready to engage any cheeky umie that wanted to shoot down the others.
"Ok boyz, da bozz wantz everyon to ave der speed at WAAARGH, anyon caught not goin at WAAARGH will be frone ou of da skwadron." Algea shouted into his radio, it was met with mumbles and growls, of agreement.
"Oi sah, wot do deese buton do?" A blitza-bommer flyboy asked his wing commander, as he randomly clicked the switches and buttons, making a piece of the plane fall off.
"Well I does fink dat one's for da landin fings and *crack*"
"Shut ya mouf ya puny grot, Dey do Noffin…I fink. Wel Iz got mine frone ou da window…If it says the words 'brakes' frow dat out da window now." Orik replied, the grot in the mounted turret stood up again after the hard punch the wing commander had landed on his long nose, bending the cartilage it to the right
"Ai boyz, we needz a song ta sing." Gingaz shouted into the dented radio, Algae pushed open his canopy and looked down, the ground was desolate, with bodies and wreckage littering the once fertile fields. He was trying to reach for a screw about to fall out of place.
"Ouz bout wez connect our radioz up to da speakas on ya bommer Gingaz?" Bugglz said picking dirt out of his fingers, Algae overheard the conversation and abandoned the screw to talk.
"Oi, haz a elektric guitar on me if we goin to rock'n'roll" The ork exclaimed reaching back down to fumble with the screw dangling dangerously from the hole, his chubby hands then grabbed it, and… then dropped it…he just shrugged it off and sat down in his chair.
"Oi I haz an idea, everyone join in Algae start playin da Bugglz skwadron anfem…Livin it eazy, livin it free. Season trip on a one way fly." Every single ork and gretchin in the skwadron slowly joined int with, Gingaz sending grotz onto the wing to connect the radio and speakers.
"Askin' noffing, leavin me be. Taken everyfin in my stride, Don't reason. Don't need rhyme. Ain't nofing dat I'd rafer do. Goin down. Flyin time, Me lads are gonna be der to." The greeksins happily sung the anthem, only a few of them knew the lyrics but followed the more experienced in the squad, while algea played his electrik guitar he hooked up to two kustom AMP's on his plane.
"We're FLYIN TA WAAARGH…Everyone FLYIN TA WAAARGH…FLYIN TA WAAARGH… We're FLYIN TA WAAARGH!" The waargh energy was building up at every strum of the electric guitar, only fitting in the cockpit due to a smashed window. (Also for throwing stikk bomms out of) The singing went on for two more minutes until it stopped, as soon as it did, they heard a lot of explosions rumbling from the ground.
"Oh shit, da battle has started, down now." They went below the cloud cover, a battle field stretching over a kilometre long, a massive imperial fortress stretching over a kilometre long. The ground was bright with imperial lass fire and dakka, ork corpses piled high and vehicles being turned to scorched husks.
"But da warbozz nefa told uz da orda." Ritoffen suggested, his quote was just ignored as the excitement was too much for the rest of the orks.
"Our ladz needz our elp, letz give da umies a propa greetin. Algae, burn dem in der puny holez. Orik dive bomm anyfing dat is cauzin our boyz a hastle. Gingaz an ya big-bommers, mak da ground rumble on dat building ova dare. Rittoffen, cover us wiff dakka. Fighta-bommaz, wif me now" The formation split up and started to circle the base, the imperials still hadn't noticed the ork planes, with the greenskins on the ground posing a bigger threat.
"Ok boyz, wait til Iz giv da signal, drop da bommz in FREE…TWO…NOW…I zaid NOW." The second shout didn't yeald any explosions, however the bomms were falling well in the other heavy-bommer. Gingaz finally got up and went down the small ladder to the confined space of the heavy-bommer, the stench of fuel fumes and sweat filled the tight space that the nobb had to crouch to move through.
"Why'z da bomms not fallen." Gingaz shouted at the grotz struggling to open the bomm shoot, it didn't help that the bomms were highly unstable, and a single mistreating could explode the entire plane.
"Itz stuk sah, pleaze do kill me." The nobb just kicked the grot out the way and tried to pull the lever, the rusted switched broke, so he resorted to kicking the doors open. The latter yielded the destructive results he was hopping for, with 3,000 out of 6,000lbs of high explosive payload falling.
"Waitz, if ya here sah, hoz flyin da plane?" Gingaz though for a second, then noticed that he wasn't in the cockpit, he shoved his way past all his crew members as he dashed back to the controls. Then started to turn the plane around as the other plane in the flight followed him, due to bad steering, always on top gear and a lack of training the arc of turning was very big.
"Oi boyz we haz umie flyers and lotz of dem" One of the Burna-bommer flyboyz pointed out as he looked out the dirty windshield to see the imperial fighters. All neat in perfect formation.
"Dakka-jetz, stop zoggin around an krump dos fighaz.…Fire rokkitz now." Bugglz ordered, they kept their low angle strafing the imperial trench line, then let loose with rokkits on a large imperial bunker.
Across the battle field, Algae and his burna-bommers were doing their bombing run, one of his hands was burnt with 3rd degree burns from earlier accidents. Then he suddenly felt thirsty, he reached for his flask and poured it into his mouth, he poured all the squig ale into his mouth. But that wasn't enough.
"Oi mate, ya wont a drink." After Algae took a couple swigs of brown liquid then handed it to his grot gunner out the window of the cockpit.
"Isn't dat da fuel loin?" The grot said as he held the rubber hose that spewed volatile fuel onto the plane (and grot). The grot was smart enough to keep it far away from his twin-linked big shoota.
"I fought dat was incase I got a bit firsty…Tastes loik fungus bru." The grot took a few sips and handed it back to the flyboy, the pilot put the fuel line back in place using his snot as glue. He then pulled a leaver, releasing one of the two burna bomms into the confined trenches of the imperial guard. The screams could be heard as they were scorched alive, and either ran from the blaze or held their ground on the burning earth. Algae pulled up as quick as possible, clipping a bunker, however one of the other orks wasn't as lucky.
"That's why ya only make friends afta da mission." Algae said as he watched the plane crash and burn, it's payload exploding into a fireball, with the last words heard being the ork shouting abuse at the guardsmen.
"Look sah, day are doin da burny dance." The grot said as the plane ascended and circled to get a good view of the flights work of lighting up an entire defence network.
"Day must liek it a lot, lets share it wiff da of-Zoggin ell." The flyboy swore as bullets ricocheted and dug into the plane, from a tailing lightning fighter. He backfliped his plane and cut the engines, as soon as the imperial fighter appeared in front of him, he squeezed the buttons on his steering stick. The grot did the same with his shoota. The twin-linked supa shootas and twin-linked big shoota lit up the imperial fighter in dakka, one of the engine's exploded, sending it spiralling out of control to its demise. The burna-bommer fell in free fall. Algae restarted the engine, it didn't spark, he tried again and the engine roared to life back at sonic speed. The two greenskins yelled out their canopies in victory, then they were back to business, with moving onto the next few defences.
"Ok boyz we bomm doez buildinz ova dare, day look imporant." Orik said, his blitza-bommers were gaining altitude, and all ready to press the play button of the sirens. All around them, flak exploded and lasers fired from ground to air defences. Fighta-bommers and dakka-jetz engaged in an aerial dogfight, with planes being shot down on both sides.
"Dat looks liek a ospital…shouldn't we bomm da fings shootin at uz?" One of the flyboyz asked the flight komanda, he then looked to see the middle finder being pointed out the window of Orik's cockpit.
"Dive now…WAAARGH." The three jets started to do their vertical dive bomm, the sirens blared and people on the ground scattered. Twin linked supa-shootas opened up, strafing the fleeing humans, lightning and thunderbolt fighters followed them down. Grot gunners fired sups-shootaz while screaming at the pilots to pull up, but their cries were ignored. As the ground rapidly approached, they had to wait for the right moment. But they needed to have enough time to pull up.
"NOW!" One of the boom-bomms released from the jagged clamps, and managed to pull up in time, before the bomm went off. It missed, it instead hit the side of the building making it on the verge of falling over, the shock of the other bomm, made it fall over. The last bommer dropped its boom-bomm, but it was smoking from one of its wings, it then crashed into one of the main bastions. Despite the hard metal, the crash broke through, there was a delay until the second bomm, went off, taking out one of the ground to anti-air guns.
"Ah sah, wez hav a problam." The grot sitting behind Orik said pointing at the starboard wing, Orik looked to see the wing on fire, dangerously close to the other bomm.
"Go fiks it den." Orik shouted, the fire was starting to grow, the grot looked at the nob fearfully, he hid further into his gunner seat.
"I SAID, GO FIKS IT!" The nob opened the canopy and picked up the screaming and clawing grot by his arm, the threw it at the fire. Despite the great effort of the nob, physics defied him as the grot flew off, the nob grumbled to himself as he just lost his gunner.
"Bloody useless." He said sitting back down, then he had an idea to put out the engine fire, he jerked the plane almost vertical, but not fully and hit the turbo button. He dodged through falling planes and AA fire, but he would get to his destination. He felt the air getting thinner and himself feeling lighter, then after climbing to an altitude where there was hardly any air, the flames went out. He went to go back down and resume the fight, when he realized. He had stalled. The plane started to fall back down, gaining speed as it went. Then he relized, he could perform the greatest dive bomb ever. It would look so zogging cool.
"Ay Bozz, Orik haz disappeared." Rittoffan exclaimed, after shooting down another imperial fighter, he realised that there was only one blitza bomma in the air. They had taken half of casualties, and Bugglz was suggesting to retreat and regroup.
"I see, ay watz dat fing datz flyin down very fast?" Bugglz wondered, as he looked at a fiery object that looked like it was dropped from orbit, it was going to hit the ground very soon.
"I fink datz Orik's plane." Gingaz said looking through his telescope, not soon after the plane hit the ground in a fiery ball of death, smashing into one of the imperial plane hangers. Then exploding upon impact with the ground.
"Poor Lad, he waz on iz fird mission" Bugglz said, he adored the ork for his short temper and his ability to get mad at anyone, a perfect warboss candidate.
Orik had wondered what it was like to fly without a plane, and from the situation he was in that wish had been partly achieved. Well, he wasn't flying, he was falling, and his plane had just hit one of the imperial structures, and now he was surrounded by planes. With choppa in hand, and slugga at his side, he held his mouth open to catch all gunpowder, fuel and blood saturated air that filled his massive lungs. He also wondered what the umies made their planes out of, then it hit him. He dug his choppa into the thunderhawk fighter, and held on with ork life. After he got a solid hold, he looked at his 'savior.' An imperial navy fighter pilot looked at him with fear, and reached for her lasspitol, Orik reached for his slugga. The pilot beat him to her pistol and fired through the canopy, the lass barely hurt the nob, but the slugga made paste of the pilots head. He quickly removed his choppa and rolled himself off the fighter. He pulled the string of his parachute. Then he realised that, what he put on, was a normal backpack.
That is the first story in the series, please review, and if you like it follow and/or favorite, the second part will be out as soon as I can, but that may be a while. Hope you enjoyed the read and see you next time.