Tree.
The Horizon.
Trouble.
Letter 'N'.
River.
Just want to say...
This chapter did NOT want to play nice with me.
Plus side.
[Ya got more o' dem wordy fing'z, sa be 'appy ya git'z.]
I am on a quest to the deepest, darkest corners of my room in search of what some would call "a floor" - a long and difficult task awaits me. Wish me luck my friends for I may not return alive.
The feast, if one were to call it that, was spectacular. Music blared, Orks chanted, food was given freely and devoured quickly while beings mingled... Well, the Orks did, the Wookies were still adjusting to life under the tree tops. The Wookies seemed captivated by the Ork's 'Deff Rok'.
More Boys ran out into the forest to collect more meat, returning with plenty to supply them for a month. Bringing in the blood sucking slugs, more Terentateks, and another creature that could be loosely considered feline, from Earth.
With upwards of 6,000 Ork adults in the main village itself, something the Wookies seemed especially surprised of, the amount of food that was collected was both vast and deep.
When he got an update from the A.I, saying they had collected enough data to translate the local language, he'd ordered a couple of Meks to download the update into the chips that every Ork had.
Language problems were soon solved, much to the amazement of the Wookies. Aye, the Meks worked swiftly and methodically, subtle too, much to Pains embarrassed shock.
Tearing into the Terentatek's head to get to the delicious brain of the creature, Pain noticed the other Ork's calm down slightly.
After the feast settled down, mostly due to the fact most of the Ork's had stuffed themselves silly, Pain stood.
"Alrighty den," He yelled, catching the attention of most of the coherent Orks and Wookies, "Git ta bed, ya excitable lot!"
The Orks filtered out the clearing, leaving the Warboss with the Wookies and several Orks.
Shooing the leftover Orks away, Pain turned his attention towards the Wookies. Who were watching everything in confusion. Before grinning toothily.
"We'll git ya back 'ome tamorrow, sound gud?"
One of the Wookies nodded, he was slightly bigger than the others. Probably the leader. He still seemed a bit dazed that the Orks could understand and communicate with them.
Then again, all the Wookies were seemingly dazed at the revelation.
Turning towards a Gretchin, the Warboss started growling at it.
"I'z wan' deaz git'z ta hav' da bestest bed'z, got it?"
The Gretchin groveled low at his feet. Hiding it's horrendous face from the Warboss. Praising him in it's squeaky, high, voice.
"Yes, yes. Anyfin' fer da Biggest an' Greatest o' da Warbosses."
Pain growled dangerously, "I'z da only Warboss. 'oo tryin' ta take me place?"
The Gretchen trembled, groveling low again. "Der's no Warbosses, no Warbosses ta challenge da Greatest one."
"Gud, I'z woz finkin' I'z wuld 'ave ta clobber sumwun I'z don' like den."
The Wookies glanced at each other, sharing glances at the the behavior the Ork's were showing between themselves.
Pain snarled down at the Gretchen, "An' I don' won' anywun ta be Warboss unless I'z sed so. Gottit?"
"Yes, yes your bossiness, I'z shall tell da others of you'z dekree."
"Gud."
Warboss Pain dragged his feet back towards the downed shuttle after that.
He barely noticed the light that was on while he stared sleepily at his feet, he'd been preparing for the Wookies for longer than anyone would have thought.
Pushing the dangling curtains to the side, the inside of the room went quite enough that Pain managed to look up at the surrounding Ork's that were encircling the 4D projector. Complete with touch-sensitive programmable matter. The blocky, primitive, undercover forms of CQ, FU and H2 standing on the tabletop. They were all looking at him with a tense atmosphere cloaking itself over them.
Idly, Pain noticed they were all the original crew from the 'incident', or what's left of them anyway, the first 'Weirdboy' and his identical twin. Ludicrously uncommon for Orks, twins that is.
Newly invigorated, Pain cast a inquisitive glance around the room, before his attention was snagged by the projector's inhabitance.
The screech sounded like one of them was try to clear their throat, unsuccessfully and with a lot of metal grinding.
"Warboss," one of the Nobs stepped forwards, "we'z decided on sumfin'."
Pain unconsciously tensed, preparing for the worst.
CQ seemed to pick up on it, even through the projection was only on the inside of his eye instead of an actual projection which would have degraded the quality tremendously.
"We wish to give you the honor of being the leader of all Ork's, no matter the title."
That caught Pain completely off-guard, he whispered, "Wot?" to himself.
"It is my pleasure to inform you, Warlord Gorasho Pain, that the predicament and situation has made the placement of Overlord available to you."
Pain's jaw dropped while the other Ork's shuffled excitedly.
"Congrats, Ovaboss!", "No-wun betta!" and "I'z knew it!" shot around the air briefly, pulling the newly minted Ovaboss Gorasho Pain out of his stupor.
The next hour involved; a needle, a change of clothes, congratulations, and update from the A.I and a selection of new Warbosses. Pain only went for three, for now.
The first Nob, and the twin Ork's had the pleasure. Mostly so there was a definite leader for the Wierdboys when they met the Jedi. Just to say "ZOG OFF!" as loudly as possible to anything the Jedi tried to do.
Before Gorasho fell asleep that night, the speakers in his room came to life with the sound of bagpipes.
After a while, a female singer could be heard over the music, sometimes accompanied by multiple people.
Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Follow orders as you're told,
Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold
Fight until you die or drop,
A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop
Close your mind to stress and pain,
Fight till You're No Longer Sane
Let not one damn cur pass by,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Guard your women and children well,
Send These Bastards Back to Hell
We'll teach them the ways of war,
They Won't Come Here Any More
Use your shield and use your head,
Fight till Every One is Dead
Raise the flag up to the sky,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Dawn has broke, the time has come,
Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum
We'll win the war and pay the toll,
We'll Fight as One in Heart and Soul
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Gorasho's eyes closed slowly.
A young sporeling opened it's eyes, blinking up at the shining walls. Seeing, for the first time.
A being entered it's vision, moving in an almost hypnotizing way, two appendages reached down towards him... calmingly and peacefully.
The being picked him up, soft pink skin that calmed him down and promised safety and peace, the sporeling yawned, showing off a mouthful of miniature spiky teeth. That seemed to prompt the being to pull him closer to it's body, a overpowering feeling of calmness and peace settled onto him.
The being was... cooing, over him. Words that held little meaning at the time spewed out of it's mouth.
"Welcome to the waking world, little Ork."
A he, the calming being was a he.
"The others couldn't see the impact your kind will have on the universe. Heh," the being seemed to jolt minutely, "typical Human behavior."
The Human turned, letting the sporeling see the rows of similar green faces inside glass tanks.
"You are not the first to wake, but that doesn't make you any less special to me." The Human walked slowly towards the end of the room, continuing his cooing over the newly awakened Ork. "I will call you..." A slight pause, the Human seemed to be thinking deeply before a smile lit it's face in a vision of brilliance that lifted his spirit, "Gorasho... Gorasho Pain."
Yes, he liked the sound the Human made. Maybe it could be his name?
The newly minted Ovaboss woke to the sound of an all out fight, something he tried to keep to a bare minimum within a densely populated 'village' such as this. By the power of both Mork and Gork as well as the creator, that had better not be perfectly good dakka being used.
Pulling himself out of the bed, Gorasho stumbled into the biggest, spikiest and most intimidating armour he could find as quickly as was possible for a freshly woken Ork. That is to say, pieces flying everywhere as the lumbering brute flew headfirst into the wardrobe, having tripped over the disposed clothes on the floor.
After slapping the pieces on, grumbling about the useless Gretchin that was his personal cleaner. Maybe choosing the one with a name like 'Butler' wasn't his best idea.
Stomping out the shuttle provided the sight of the largest brawl to ever grace the universe happening in earnest, if a brawl involved lots of sharp melee weapons and a lot of shots sounding off. Incoherent obscenities lifted over the din, seemingly fueling the fight further.
The Wookies only stared at the all out fight in the middle of the village, dumb amusement wafting from them indicated their lack of cognitive thought at what they seemed to be watching. Slight grins could also be seen, if you squinted.
Not wanting his guests to be too overpowered, and because he had made it his expressed displeasure of Ork'z using weapons on themselves while not in 'combat'. A brawl didn't count in his opinion.
Bellowing over the din, Ovaboss Pain made his displeasure known as loudly as he could.
"Oy! Ya git'z! Da zog youz all doin'? I'z sed if youz hav' ta scrap, youz don' use any choppy or any dakka! Throw sum grotz if ya feelz like it, but dat'z it!"
Not much visibly changed, but the sounds of gunshots quickly ceased, promptly being replaced by the screeches of Grots and Gretchins being thrown around as makeshift ammunition. This only seemed to make the Wookies start laughing, and in no time at all the Wookies were laughing heartily at the sight of a proper Ork brawl... without weapons, of course.
Pain felt extremely pleased with himself, even if he might pf broken his guests.
Nodding to himself, Pain started searching for the Waaagh!-party that would be accompanying him to the Wookie settlement.
After the brawl had settled down, the Wookies managed to get back up from the floor and the Waaagh!-party had been beaten into obedience, Ovaboss Pain was ready to meet new civilizations, and crump some of them. He was positively twitching in excitement at the prospect.
Casting a glance at the small Waaagh! behind him, spotting Grotz a-plenty carrying their Grot poppa'z and mini-staba'z mixed in with the normal Orkz as well as four Nobz... And the Wookies.
"Awright, ya git'z! Off we goez!"
With a happy bellow, the small convoy started trudging forwards. The Wookies chatting with the Orkz next to them sent a rather relaxing feeling through Pain. For some reason.
The first sign of trouble, apart from the local wildlife, threw it's head up when one of the leading Grotz stopped right in front of him.
Pain very nearly stepped on it, and if he hadn't caught himself at the last second, he would've.
Peering at the stock still Grot, Pain asked the only question on his mind, ignoring the rustle of Orkz stopping behind him.
"Wot'z 'rong?"
The Grot seemed to try and focus towards they're destination, and after a while the Grotz surrounding it also picked up on something.
Determined to figure out the source of the focus, Ovaboss Pain tried again.
"Wot ya sensin'?"
By now, the Boy'z behind him had also stopped shuffling, creating an unnatural silence. Broken by the first Grot's squeaky voice while it pointed ahead.
"Boss! I'z hearin' pew pew'z soundz in dat direktion! Soundz like a gud scrap."
Pain thanked the almighty Mork and Gork that he had a pair of Kommando's with him this time, no sense rushing into a misunderstanding.
"Yoo tou! Find ought wot'z 'appinin' up dere!"
The two Ork's jogged ahead, disappearing into the forest with their purple covered cloth and skin. After a minute, Pain's comm fizzed to life, static coloring the Boy'z words.
"Err, Boss? Der be sum liz'rd lik' git'z grabin' sum o' da Wook-Boy'z."
One of the Wookies that had decided to stand next to the Ovaboss, voiced his thoughts in the Wookies growling tongue.
Ovaboss Pain felt his lips twist into a savage parody of a grin, and if he read the Wookies reaction they agreed.
Turning to the mini-Waaagh! behind him, Pain's grin grew slightly and was starting to be echoed by the other Orks as well.
"Well? Deir slava'z! Stomp dem git'z den!"
As one, with the Ovaboss just behind them, the mob charged towards the fighting Trandoshans and Wookies, planning to ruin someone's day in the little treetop village of Rwookrrorro.
Not 20 seconds later, the mob stopped in a large semi-circle, looking upwards at the sounds of fighting. Pain really felt like face-palming, instead, he stomped up to the closest tree that he could see the village connected to and grabbed the rough bark and lifted himself slightly.
Turning back at the curious Boy'z and Wookies, Pain sent a flat stare towards them.
"Well'z? Dey're up 'ere! Klime! Klime! Ya git'z! Last wun up, get'z da least stompin' oughta dis!"
The Ork's and Grot's needed no further prompting, leaving the gaping Wookies in the dust as they ascended via climbing with a mighty 'WAAAAAGH!'. Only the Nob'z carried their Shoota'z while they climbed, always ready while there was combat nearby, while the Ovaboss pulled himself up singlehandedly, the other dangling to his side with a mighty, diamond tipped, chain-axe, something the Wookies didn't seem to grasp the concept of, for a reason Pain couldn't quite fathom. Pain also had his ''Uge Powa' Cutlass' and 'Extra 'Eavy Plasma Pistol' strapped to his sides, he will be found far from wanting while in the heat of the 'WAAAGH!'
On the way up, Pain lifted the arm that was carrying the chain-axe to tap his comm unit.
"Oy, iz dis fing workin'?"
There was a moment of static, before Warboss Gutspilla got on the unit.
"Wot ya won't boss? Ya not start'd a WAAAGH! 'ave ya?"
Pain's grin didn't leave his face as he yelled at some of the Nob'z to get back down and help the Wookies they'd left behind.
"Iz wuld'ne do dat, wuld Iz?"
"Den wot'z dat noyze?"
Snorting as he pulled himself further, Pain replied, "Dat'z sum Slava'z Iz gonna stomp, jus' finkin' yoo'z be intereasteed."
Chuckling came through the comm, clear as day, "Iz on me way, boss. Culd ya leave sum fer us?"
"Gotta get 'ere furst. No sense in tolkin' on da 'talky magickz' all day."
With that, Pain cut the communication, just as he pulled himself over the edge of the platform.
He was pleasantly surprised to see the Trandoshans facing away from him, focused more on the two Ork's that he had sent up as they shot with impunity.
Just as he was thinking that, one of the Kommando's gave a final death cry as he gave into the injuries he'd sustained.
Growling viciously, echoed by the Ork's still climbing up the trees, Ovaboss Gorasho Pain let out a blood curdling bellow that was soon followed by all the other Ork's.
"WAAAAAAGH!"
Cliffhanger!
Ya know... Just to be annoying.
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No? OK. Although I am pleased to not that I am still gaining faves and follows.
Next up...
[Slava stompin'! An' da boss get'z lost.]
Hope this clears some things up, if not, drop a review and I'll see about it... maybe.
2,900 words, could've gone for longer, but thought I'd be particularly nasty.