Thank you ROBOSPARTAN, I was wondering if anyone would ask.
The Orks are more a product of my imagination with the template for the Warhammer Ork'z, as in, these Orks were created by Humanity along with the A.I as more a army/police then mindless killing organisms created by the Old One's in their combat against the Necrons.
If I had done the Warhammer Ork'z, the Star Wars universe would be stuffed, as the Ork'z just like fighting. At least mine would be more tolerable and not smash everything thrown at them. Besides, Warhammer Ork'z would just ruin everything I have planned for these one's.
(That is just a vague idea of what happens in his head.)
Anyway, I guess this will be the first contact then. And a bit of action!
(Finally!)
[Yea, wot 'e sed!
...
An' 'ave very mer'y Squigma'z ta yoo too!]
Nob SkullStompa zoomed the sights of his binocular eye out to cover the group of furry beings, if he was honest with himself they looked like huge, Orky, teddy bears.
His attention was brought away from the beings and towards the squad he led, all 26 of them, armed with the least threatening weapons they had. In exchange, they had extra strong armour.
He was also pleased to note one of them was a Weirdboy, power sword and personal energy shield found only if sought. Such was one the powers that had been explored so far. Actually, Weirdboys never left the main stronghold. Not enough of them for the menial tasks, last counted they numbered 4, but the Dok wasn't so sure of the 4th one, so it might be 3.
4 of the boy's had rocket packs, 1 a Gretchin, the rest had their trusty shoota's and stabba's.
Non of them could be easily spotted, as that would be counter productive to their mission.
Whispering, the Nob beckoned the Weirdboy over, "Oy."
The weirdboy carefully made his way over, before whispering back, "Yea?"
"Wot ya doin' wiv us?"
The Weirdboy's expression was of utter confusion, "Da Warboss sent me wiv ya."
"Wot?"
"Da Warboss fought dat me nat-u-ral ability ta caulm Ork'z in da blud rage culd 'elp in dis sit-u-ration."
The Nob stared at the Weirdboy dumbfoundedly.
"Dat wos yoo?"
The Weirdboy shrugged, "Proburly."
"Woah, dis be easy fer ya den."
Before he could continue, his attention was caught by the Gretchin that had been dragged along with them, quite by accident. How was he supposed to know the Gretchin was going to try and get some of the meat they were going to take with them.
The unfortunate event nearly ended with a eaten Gretchin, if it hadn't stabbed the offending boy with the knife it had brought with it, much to the other's amusement. Now, it was kind of like a mascot for the squad.
The Gretchin was getting twitchy, constantly sniffing and darting his eyes around the forest floor.
More inclined to nature, Gretchins could sense an extremely dangerous predator approaching, and stop it from taking the Squigs. If one got twitchy, there was trouble incoming.
The thought of something to fight couldn't come at a worse time, but SkullStompa still got exited. The Weirdboy started scratching his head, mumbling about something.
The only thing that was heard was, "Sumfing zoggin' 'uge is cummin'."
The roar, which was close enough to petrify the Gretchin, made the Orks restless with excitement.
The creature that stepped around a particularly thick tree looked dangerous enough to send the Nob celebrating inside with glee.
"I'z wan' wun!"
"Err, SkullStompa? Dat lookz a li'le big fer da sporlin'z ta pl'y wiv."
"Wot? Aaaargh! Enough wiv da kamo, Smash dat Stompa!"
The Wookies watched, unhelping as they were in terror of the creature, while the Ork's charged the hulking brownish form. On it's head there were three spikes, that were echoed further down the back, all tipped with black. The creature was hunched, the head equal to it's shoulders. It towered over all the beings before it like an angry Mork, or maybe Gork? It's hands scraped the floor when it lay them down by it's side. It had a pair of tusks that looked like it could skewer a trio of unlucky Orks and still be dangerous, not that it dissuaded the Orks, it only encouraged them.
The creature was otherwise humanoid in it's appearance, a pair of legs and arms, a head on top of the body. The Nob, which equeled the Wookies in height, barely reached the creatures head height, leaving the spikes on it's back adding another third onto the creatures total height.
"WAAAAGH!"
Most of the Rocket Boy'z launched themselves at the creature, the last was listening to the Weirdboy before starting to unpack the rocket pack. They landed around the body and started hacking away wildly at the strong skin, barely making a scratch.
The boy's opened fire with their small 'grot popa' pistols, focussing on the parts that didn't have volatile fuel or friendly Orks in the way. Their bullets punching into the skin of the creature, enough to cause it pain but nothing else.
Then, the Nob opened fire. His Shoota more accustomed to the normal boys, it was comparably tiny for him. His bullets hammered away though, punching through armoured skin and softer flesh in quick succession.
All of a sudden, the Weirdboy flew in via rocket pack, power sword and plasma pistol swinging wildly, bellowing his own battle chant.
"WAAAGH!"
Crashing into the creatures face, the others held fire as he began to swing at the creature, nothing more than a breathing mass by then. Each swing taking him closer to the creatures death, and victory.
After four swings, the Weirdboy pulled back and plunged his sword into the creature that had fallen onto it's back by the impact alone. Leaving the sword there, the Weirdboy threw back his head and bellowed.
The Wookies had watched, awestruck, as the Orks killed a Terentatek with glee.
When the Weirdboy had finished his bellow, he was slapped upside the head by the Nob.
"I'z wan'ed dat kill!"
"Den ye'z shuda ben fasta!" The Weirdboy bellowed back.
The quick and brief scuffle left the Wookies confused and the other Boys cheering, until the Weirdboy grabbed the Nob by the head and forced him to calm down.
Getting up, SkullStompa's eyes glowed dimly, illuminating the forest floor, before they returned to their original colour. The Wookies shared glances at this, before their attention was stolen again by the Ork's.
SkullStompa scratched his head, before noticing the Wookies and the Terentatek. Shaking his head, he began ordering the boys about.
"Right! I'z wan dat beasty back 'ome! Sooo, le's get ta it den!"
SkullStompa nodded his head as the boy's started lifting the corpse and dragging it away. Looking back at the Wookies, he waved them over, then jogged in front of the entourage and grabbed the Terentatek and started pulling with the boy's.
Just before the Ork's could fully disappear, the Wookies managed to shake themselves out of their stupor and shakily follow them.
3 Hours Later
"Ar' we deir yet?"
SkullStompa sighed, the boy's were complaining about the weight of the creature, by then the Wookies had decided to lend a hand in carrying it. With the shared weight, they had managed to lift the creature off the forest floor.
The trek back was surprisingly uneventful, compared to normal anyway. They only had to smash 2 droppers, such a pity.
SkullStompa spotted the hidden gates into the Stronghold, or as most of the Ork's call it, home.
Grinning, he turned towards the boy who had just spoken.
"I'z see da Gate'z!"
A cheer arose, leaving the Wookies confused and tense, before the Ork's started pulling with more enthusiasm. So much for feeling week.
When they nearly reached the gate, by which point the Wookies had also noticed it, SkullStompa banged his fist against the door.
After the third round, a hatch opened up to let a pair of beady eyes scan them. They widened when they saw the Terentatek and the Wookies, before the hatch slammed shut and a high pitched voice called out.
"Open da gate! Tell da boss dere be a feast taday... an' da lumps o' fur be 'ere as well!"
The gate creaked open, letting the entourage through into the bustling Orkish Stronghold, hidden behind the gates that were designed to look like the surrounding tree's.
The Wookies stared around in amazement as the population exploded into activity, Orks of all sizes climbing out of the tree's and out of the houses scattered around, also the size of the tree's. Thousands of thousands of Orks and Gretchins coming out to look at the Wookies and the kill. SkullStompa puffed his chest out in pride as the entourage passed into the centre of the biggest Stronghold of the Orks, placed on the most dangerous planet in the galaxy.
By comparison, the shuttle they were approaching was so small as to be an ant against giants.
The unlucky git that had gone to tell the Warboss had just entered when SkullStompa came into sight of the shuttle.
The resulting yell threw the git back out again in a mass of arms and legs.
"DEY DID WOT!?"
The Warboss stepped out of the shuttle doors, now stuck permanently open by sticks. His expression was of pure Anger, with a capital A, as he marched towards the Nob.
"I'z tol' ya ta get da Furriez, not 'unt 'uge Stompa's!"
The Warboss towered over the Wookies and Orks, glaring at the Nob. The Wookies became twitchy in a whole new sense of the word, as they became the second largest, sentient, creatures in the galaxy. It was a new thing for them, intimidated didn't even cover what they were feeling. The fact they didn't understand what the Orks were saying didn't help in the slightest.
The Nob stood tall, against his better judgement.
"Yoo'z tol' me ta 'elp da Furriez if dey get inta truble. Soz wen da Stompa stomped aroun' da tree, I'z did."
Warboss Pain's headache had grown tenfold, he'd recently found out that there was another group of people in this weird universe.
The Confederacy of Independant Systems.
He'd been puzzling over where he had heard the name before, and then it clicked.
Separatists.
Star War's, one of the oldest video's the creators still had before their expansion through their galaxy. They were in... Star Wars.
Before the invasion of Naboo, which was lucky, really. It still gave them some time before war started to burn the galaxy.
Shaking his head, Pain glared at the Nob stood before him, and then his attention caught the... thing the boys were carrying. It was slightly taller than him.
Pain could only grin, Kashyyyk was the worst place they could have landed on, perfect for the Orks and their, soon to be, reputation.
"Well'z? Comon den! Le'z feast!"
The resulting roar of noise certainly spooked the Wookies, before the Dok's quickly scanned the Terentatek before proclaiming it was eatable, resulting in another roar of approval.
Later, as the boy's had roasted Terentatek, the Wookies welcomed in despite no understood language between them, Warboss Pain would receive a message detailing the languages, focussing on Galactic Standard. He would then proceed to ask the Mek's to update the chips inside every boy's head to understand and speak all the languages in this new, soon to be war torn, universe.
Not that they would notice the slight change, let Propa Orky be a completely new language to this galaxy.
I shall leave that there, next chapter;
The Ork face something they hate, side by side with the Wookies. Unwelcome visitors get kicked off Kashyyyk. Warboss Pain gets promoted?
That was a question, should I promote Pain again? I'll leave you to decide, and if so to what title?
Until next time!
I am a mother and a farther, but have never given birth. I'm rarely still, but I never wander. What am I?
I'm always there, some distance away. Sometimes between land or sea and sky I lay. You may move towards me, yet distant I stay.
What is easy to get into, but hard to get out of?
If you throw me out of a window, you will leave behind a grieving wife. But if you bring me back through the door, you will see someone giving life.
What can run, but never walks.
Has a mouth, but never talks.
Has a head, but never weeps.
Has a bed, but never sleeps.
Just to be annoying.
:-P
Oh, just remembered.
Terentatek image;
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