Speedsta's War
Speedsta gazed out over the frozen snow blanketed landscape his prize scrap fort barely visible in the distance. Ostensibly, he was on the look out for raiders, and to be sure his mob had plenty of enemies in these parts. But, after seeing nothing for a long time, he let his mind wander…back to some distant memory of when this planet was a lot warmer, before Gork and Mork had dropped the big rock and made everything cold. He snapped out of his daze when he heard the voice of Git Puncher, the annoying grot, coming from behind him. "Umm, Boss, the rocks here are frozen solid. We've been at this for half the day an we still haven't found one bit of scrap to sell to the Meks. Can we have a break?"
Speedsta turned around and glared at the insolent grot, but before he addressed the upstart weakling, he took a good long glance at the rest of the mob which were affectionately known as simply, "Da Boyz." There was Choppa Boy, and Cool Shades, two boys that had proven themselves in a few scraps with rival mobs in short order. There was White Horn, his spanner, also handy with an Eavy Shoota, and then there was Gibbler, the boy he relied on to drive his mob's truck. Speedsta had known Gibbler since he had been a yoof, doing nothing more then racing bikes and fighting in brew houses in one of the handful of large ork settlements on this forsaken world. He was proud of what he had built. But they still had a long way to go.
Speedsta took a step towards the grot, grabbed him around the collar with his one good hand, and lifted him high into the air.
"You want a break? Alright how about this?"
Speedsta threw the grot as hard as he could into a large pile of rocks a few feet in front of where his mob was working. The grot landed with a resounding thud, followed by the grot's loud whimper.
Seeing the grot go flying, the boyz started to laugh heartily.
But this brief moment of orky comradery was quickly broken up when Speedsta heard the sharp cracking sound of a shoota coming from the fort.
Speedsta knew instinctively that the fort was under attack.
"Follow me Boyz, it's stomping time!"
Speedsta clambered onto his ATV style bike and sped off. The rest of his mob, followed behind him in the mob's truck.
