The next chapter awaits.

There is a time skip, just to speed things up a bit. I am notoriously slow, it's not even funny.

(It's true, ya know.)

Anyway. The answer to the riddles are;

Friendship. It is more precious than gold to have a genuine friend, and true friendship cannot be bought or sold, only earned. When a friendship is broken it can be fixed and infants aren't able to make friends until they're older, but death can't end it. Love doesn't work as an answer because a friendship requires two people to interact, while parents love their children as soon as they're born.

And;

Nothing.

1 Year After Landfall, (1 YAL, or just AL)

{Anniversary}

Kommando Pain turned in his bed, the base was set up in a relatively good time frame, 2 day's, and they had improved upon it until they had made a settlement. By which point the sporelings had fully matured, growing up in a ever increasing military camp had toughened them up enough to survive the excitingly inhospitable jungle. The Mek was birthed without a problem and was set to build more weapons and a few fabricators, the Dok's... well, one Dok had to work on the other one to get them both operational, that was a messy birthing. The Dok's were gleeful at the amount of wounded they received on a daily basis, and had improved their expertise expediently since they were spawned.

Gretchins and Squigs sprung up through several spores that were released by the transport, giving better workers and a steady supply of meat for the Ork settlement.

Speaking of the transport, Pain had made it into his personal space after the building's had enough room for the other Ork's. Pain shared the space with the A.I, keeping the transport the size it came here in, it was quickly outsized by the buildings built around it.

Some of the buildings were carved into the trees while others were made into the clearings in between them. They left the trees where they were, mostly because of the delicate solar panels that were placed on the top of them to give power to the shuttle, as the generator would not last if they were planning to stay for long. If they had a choice.

Pain, after much debating with the A.I, finally sent a Ork squad to clear a path for the beginning of a new settlement, just to the south where the drones had found the closest sea and, coincidently, the closest clearing. While they hadn't sent the drones far, they couldn't with signal they had on the transport and they found it too trivial to upgrade it for now, they did search the perimeter with them.

It was then that they stumbled onto their first challenge, which wasn't long before now, Ork's started disappearing. It started off with Gretchins, followed by Squigs and then after a while boy'z started disappearing as well.

Pain was imagining what the terrible beasts that were praying on his boy'z were like in his dreams, before imagining himself and the handful of Nob'z going and clobbering them in an intensely gory and exiting fashion. Like propa Ork'z.

Just as the dream reached the climax, the alarm clock went off, causing Pain to smash it with all his strength.

The alarm was still going, so Pain had to resort to opening his eyes to get a better view of the irritating... THING, and give it a right proppa whack.

Finding the remains of the clock, but not the source of the alarm, Pain began to growl deeply and threateningly.

Surprisingly, the alarm stopped, leaving Pain to scratch his head in bewilderment. Until he guessed some of the sporelings were playing some sort of prank on him, as they were prone to do to their leader.

Satisfied with his conclusion, Pain rolled out of bed and put on some everyday clothes, a sleeveless shirt with striped trousers with boots and the most impressive hat in his collection. The sporelings probably wanted to see his reaction and, with the community as well defended as of late, Pain didn't see the harm in going un-Orky and completely surprise the sporelings.

Stepping towards the door, he couldn't quite place his finger on what was... odd, about this morning.

Just as he placed his hand on the door, he realised what was off. There was no noise, usually in the middle of the Ork settlement there was at least 20 Ork's talking within earshot at all times. Manageable levels of talking, but there was always noise. But now, nothing.

Pain panicked slightly, they couldn't all have gone, could they? Yanking the door open, he was greeted with the most gobsmacking sight he had ever laid eyes on.

"'Appy Landin' Day, Boss!" The gathered Orks called out from every which direction, surrounded by flags while a variety of food lay before them.

Pain couldn't think of anything else to do but stare, before it finally clicked that they were having a celebration, just for the sake of it really.

Bellowing a laugh, Pain's grin infected the Orks surrounding him, yelling at the top of his lungs, "I'z like it!"

The resounding cheer could raise the dead, but all the creatures had learned not to try to pray on the Orks when they were in this mood if they wished to stay alive, much to the Orks disappointment.

The settlement's population went to celebrate the anniversary of their landing on the most exciting forest ever found, at least according to the founders.

Before Pain could gleefully join in, his attention was caught by one of the A.I. Walking over to CQ, he raised a brow in question.

"We have a report to hand to you," Pain sighed, why couldn't he have any fun?, "It is good, if you must know."

Pain perked up a bit, "Well'z? Spit it ought den!"

CQ's head tilted slightly in acceptance, "We have discovered the creatures that are praying on the Gretchins and boys," Pain perked up again, "And the Dok's are working on a immunity for the poison the spiders are using to paralyze their prey."

Pain adopted a confused expression, "Wait, wot? Dey be lille spyders?"

"Yes. Intelligent spiders."

"Scentient?"

"Not quite, but close."

Nodding to himself, Pain asked, "Anyfin else?"

"Yes." Pain sighed heavily, "With the current situation, we," he gestured towards the other A.I, "have seen fit to promote you to Warboss for the foreseeable future."

Pain coughed violently, "Wait, wot!?"

An Ork, who was one of the founders, had been walking by when he had heard the news and shouted gleefully. "Ay, boss! Congrats on da pramotion! Dere's enova reason ta celebrate taday!"

Blinking dumbly, Pain was stupefied by the cheer that arose for him, before he started to grin widely as well.

Pain would later find out that CQ, FU and H2 had set the event up to give him a promotion while they were already celebrating, surprising everyone with it.

Needless to say, he was touched.

12 YAL

Warboss Pain was awoken by a group of Orks outside his tent.

He groaned as he pulled himself up, before looking at the time.

Groaning again, he realised he hadn't had enough sleep for the proportionate amount of time he had been awake for.

While Orks could go without sleep for years, it was usually a good idea to give them their bed time so that they could unwind and relax a bit.

Making his way, in his blue striped onesie and night hat, to the door, he was greeted by the sight of the one's in charge of the Nursery, all of whom looked slightly lost.

"Wot ya wont?" Pain grumbled.

"Err?" One of the lads started, stepping forwards, "Wun o' da sporelin's be causin'... sumfin."

Sighing, Pain gestured for the boys to lead the way to the nursery.

After 6 minuets of stomping towards the nursery, he managed to get to the door.

Opening it revealed a sporeling surrounded by... floating objects?

Pain had to blink at that, it was a completely new thing for him.

Steeling himself, Pain carefully made his way towards the sporeling that was proportionally the size of a 5 year old Human, and picked it up gently.

The sporeling opened it's eyes wide at the sight of the Warboss so close, and the things gently set themselves back down again as the sporeling began to smile happily.

Pain could only say one thing.

"Look'z like we'z got ourselves a weirdboy 'ere."

20 YAL

Pain was looking over the 3D Holo-Map laid out in front of him, highlighting the Ork settlements, the extra dangerous zones and the native population's towns and cities.

He was initially surprised when they had first found a town, through a drone, that they hadn't sent someone out to find them. And then realised that only Orks could survive and thrive on the surface and not have to scale the tree's for safety.

When the drones had gone further, he was again surprised to find that they all lived in what acquainted to tree houses with catwalks, the wimps.

After much thought, Warboss Pain had decided to stay clear of the community for now and focus on his expanding people. Sending settlers to spots that were unlikely to be found with their appointed SettleBosses.

While SettleBosses weren't quite as influential as the Warboss, they were important for their appointed settlement. Like a lord over their governed territory in the kings stead.

3 Settlements in and the Orks had grown too quickly, so Warboss Pain had had to slow the reproduction dramatically. Not like anyone really noticed.

The new reproduction plan left the boys with more energy to go on hunting trips and celebrations, which cut back on the amount of Orks coming back slightly and just because it was fun.

Pain had ordered the trio of A.I to infiltrate the local population, and, to his surprise, they had changed bodies to clanky old one's after a brief scan of the network they had found. That was 1 year ago, the information they had gathered was intriguing, to say the least.

An entirely new galaxy with weird people running around with glowing sticks that deflect the local 'blaster' bolts. To say one of the variety of thing's.

The amount of races was another one, back in his universe, there were only Human's, before they had invented the A.I and then the Orks. But here? There were a multitude of races, including Humans.

The amount of weirdboys hadn't grown much, so far only those directly descended from the original had grown powers, and they had found many uses for them.

Of course, since they had found the holonet, something that had the Mek's marvel and discard it at the same time, (saying that while they were intrigued by the ease of communication that the holonet had, the feed was terrible), they had found other uses for the powers as well.

The weirdboys were treated as if they were Dok's or Mek's within Ork society, which is to say, important. Which had resulted in minimal destruction of property or deaths, unlike what the Jedi were saying about potential padawans. Pain couldn't help but snort at the mere thought of the Jedi and Sith, they were more like ancient religions, like the Christians and the Turkish of the Human 11th century, fighting each other because their teachings tell them to. Only more powerful but fewer people fighting.

While the Jedi looked good at first glance, they really didn't when he looked deeper into the file. However, they were still better than the Sith if he was hard pressed to make a decision.

Finally coming to the decision to make contact with the local population, Pain turned his attention to one of the Nobs standing around the Holo-Map.

Jabbing his finger at the Nob to get his attention, Pain started ordering, "Okay'z den, I'z wan' ya ta take a small squad an' track sum o' dose furry boy'z next huntin' partie. I'z done wan ya ta mak' kontakt wiv dem until dey in truble, gottit?" The Nob nodded, "Gud, when ya initiate kontakt wiv dem brin' dem 'ere . OK?" Another nod, "Gud, dismist."

As the Nob marched away, Pain tapped the communications microphone to turn it on.

"I'z sent a Nob ta da next furry boy 'unt, jus so ya know."

"Copy that, Warboss. Our job is complete."

Pain nodded disinterestedly, "Gud, gud." Cutting the comm, Pain started ordering the other Nobs to prepare for a welcoming party as well as the anniversary of his promotion day.

I am going to hold it there, just because I can.

Joke's!

What is the difference between Mechanical Engineers and Civil Engineers?

Mechanical Engineers build weapons, Civil Engineers build targets.

Normal people don't understand this concept; they believe that is it ain't broke, don't fix it. Engineers believe that if it ain't broke, it doesn't have enough features yet.

Engineers do not believe in luck nearly as much as they rely on it.

I have decided to place this story to just before the Phantom Menace. Because it seems like the best choice.

Seriously though, I can't wait for the Ork's to make an appearance in the sci-fi star wars galaxy. Ohh, it is gonna be chaos. Hahahahahahaha.

[He's lost it.]

WHACK

Ouch! That hurt!

(Good.)

[*Standing resolutely* It had to be done.]