And now, I've seen the Warhammer Fantasy Total War trailers, seen some people react to them as well, so now I have a surprise for the fantasy universe people.
And a call out to Retribution players. Maybe other Dawn of War games? I don't actually know that much. (Pilots name).
I think 3,000 words looks good on-screen, I'll try doing the chapters to that length from now on.
[Zog yes, dat'z wot I'z tolkin' abought!]
By the way, Pain is based on 'BRPD - Big Rok Polees Departmunt', which is to say, more nonchalant about the other races so long as he gets entertainment, most of the Orkz will agree with him in this story, mostly because they were created by a Human to be more of a police force and/or army... But some, well, they'll be the proper, brutal, Orkz, don't you worry. All Ork's are genetically indesposed to have their blood boil at the thought of morally wrong things, (eg; Slavery, Tyrants, Corruption. Some Ork's will be pirates, but it will usually be frowned upon in this version of Orky society.)
As for the 'gestalt field' thing the Orks in Warhammer have, that make anything they believe works, work?
These Orks don't have it, although, it could be gained through the force through the Orkish reproductive cycle.
Plot?
Have semi-peaceful Orks in the Star Wars universe, not necessarily Warhammer 40k Ork's but close enough, have them take part in the 'clone wars' as another faction. Plenty of fighting, Krooza v spaceship ramming and reactions. Take part in some scenes throughout the star wars films.
Other than that? No plot really.
AI?
More, assassins/infiltrators/high-tech-soldiers that work with/for the Orks. Made by the same Humans the Orks were made by.
Ah right proppa WAAAAGH!?
Clone Wars, with Orks. Need I say more? (Hence the title.)
A request to any beta readers, it's mostly the stuff about the force, (including; Jedi, meditation, visions), that I'm having trouble with, but any assistance will be appreciated.
5th revision of Yoda's vision. (Zunar being Grand Master before the Clone Wars, purely because I don't know who it was really, and Yoda was Grand Master near the end of the wars so I can't actually use him anyway.) And reaction.
Again, revision on the Grand Master. Yoda was actually Grand Master during the Invasion of Naboo. This story isn't starting too far before that, so Yoda is back as Grand Master. Sorry 'bout that.
Semi-important message!
What will the Ork's call the different species? Any ideas, mainly for the amusement of others really.
:-)
A newly promoted Warboss, dressed in his 'off duty' wargear, was led through the settlement by one of the most annoying creatures he had ever had the displeasure of having to follow, it's grating, scratchy voice pushing him to the edge of his tolerances for the tiny, useless, Gretchens.
"Da Ovaboss be wantin' ta give ya da prototipy bit'z dat da Big Mek be makin' fer ah wile. 'E finkz yer'll like it right proppa."
The Warboss growled lowly, the trip was taking too long for his liking, but nevertheless, his interest was piqued.
About 10 seconds later, 10 seconds too many for the Warbosses liking, they stepped into the grounded shuttle. Once the Warboss stepped inside, conveniently covering the doorway, the tiny Gretchen pulled a lever, which revealed a trapdoor in the far corner of the shuttle.
The Warboss stepped over to the trapdoor, peering down into the darkness below.
The Gretchen approached from its position, scrambling over several of the Ovabosses possessions, irritating the Warboss further with its lack of care to the Ovaboss.
As the Gretchen peered over the edge, the Warboss was tempted to kick it over to see how far down it would go. Turning its attention to the scowling Warboss, the Gretchen screeched, "Da Mek'z be just down dere, dere'z jus' wun direktion ta wolk."
The thing had barely turned away after saying this before the Warbosses fist squished its neck in a vise-like grip, choking it of the air it required while crushing its throat at the same time.
"Den I'z don't need ya anymoar." The Warboss growled menacingly, he then dropped the now limp form down the chute before jumping down after it.
Crashing into the ground at the bottom with the loudest squelch he had ever heard, the Warboss glanced at his feet. He grinned, that was one Gretchen splattered across his boots.
Glancing back up, he started stomping down the short tunnel to the only door around.
The door opened just before he reached it, emitting an exited Ork Mek out. The Mek grinned wider when they saw the Warboss, "Ah, Mista Grimgor Ironhide! I'z nice ta meat ya." The Mek quickly shook the hand that was not offered to him, before rapidly stepping to one side, the Mek gestured for the Grimgor to enter, "Da Big Mek be waitin' fer ya, 'e'z moar excited den da time da furst Dakkaship startied workin', or da Fighta'z cum ta fink o' it."
The Warboss grunted noncommittally, "I'z woz expectin' sumfin' like dat down 'ere, Gork knows wot ya dou in da darkk 'ere."
The Mek maneuvered himself around until he was in front of the Warboss again, then started leading him to the Big Mek at the back of the workshop, making sure the Warboss could see the equipment and vehicles currently working.
Warboss Ironhide gazed across the pair of Dakkaship's and the trio of Fighta's visible, and the multitude of Deffkopta'z scattered around the underground workshop. The seemingly mismatched and cobbled together design no doubt contained technological wonders for the operators of the craft.
He was interrupted from his musing by the loud voice of the Big Mek, "Dere 'e i'z! Da Warboss Ironhide!" Grimgor looked over to the origin of the voice and was treated to the sight of one of the biggest Mek'z he had ever seen, only just smaller than him. "Cum 'ere."
Obliging the Big Mek, he cautiously moved towards them, who wouldn't when the Big Mek had so many gadgets and gizmos swinging off his persons? Grimgor never trusted the Mek'z and their technology anyway.
"'Ow'd ya mayk dis stuff anywhay?"
The Big Mek grinned, "We'z nikked da fabricaturs o' corse," Seeing the look on the Warbosses face, the Mek changed the subject, "Ah, dis 'ere iz da bestest Orky pilot we'z got, 'e'll be gettin' ya ta da Waaagh! da Ovaboss be fightin' at da moment, afta' yer kitted jus' right." The pilot looked up at the Warboss and nodded respectively, already, Warboss Ironhide preferred him over the overly chummy Mek's and annoying Gretchens.
Giving an approving glance-over, the Warboss turned back to the Big Mek as he barged through another doorway into, from what Grimgor could see, the armoury.
The Big Mek kept walking through the armoury, ignoring all the other interesting things that were hanging around him. Instead, he went to a suit of armour that Grimgor almost immediately fell in love with.
The armour was obviously thick spiking plate metal coloured a sparkling black, it looked downright terrifying, obviously it held something special inside for the wearer. Although, he wasn't so sure on the brutal looking sword and blocky shield, he would have preferred a battleaxe personally.
"Da armour be holdin' ah prototipy repulsa array, dat feadz inta da shield, shuld 'old up aginst Powa weaponz an' dem glowy cutty sticks da Wierdboyz use 'round 'ere. Blasta dakka shuldn't do anyfing eevah. Alvow, da armour be weaka den da shield, sa don' test it tou much. Da sword can be bashed inta da ground fer ah shokkwave if ya nead ta get sum space. It be ah vibro-sword an' ah powa' sword at da same time too.""
Ok, Grimgor could live with a shield and sword, for now anyway.
"Git kitted up, Pilot Bludfang be waitin' wiv sum Flashgit'z an' Painboy'z fer ya ta get goin'."
Ignoring the ordering tone of the Big Mek, or otherwise he would have punched the git for ordering him around, Warboss Ironhide eagerly gathered his new kit and went to get changed.
Grand Master Yoda of the Jedi Council was deep in meditation, training himself once more in the Force. Letting it flow through him soothingly, calmly, softly.
The Force trembled slightly, causing the Grand Master loose a little focus in surprise. Instead of leaving his meditation from the lost focus, Master Yoda instead reinstated his focus into the meditation, submerging himself fully into the Force, paying more attention than before to the ebbs and flow of the Force, letting it take him towards the location of the disturbance.
His sense of the Force pulled away, leaving him with a tight Force vision, no more than several square meters, of two Trandoshans and a Human with their backs to him, firing their blasters at... something he could not see.
The Human started running first, turning around and letting the Grand Master see the look of utter terror and quickly dieing eyes. His arm seemingly exploded, then his back. The other two pressed forwards, firing their blasters with increasing speed, tilting their blasters up slowly.
And then... the noise, a bone chilling, echoing cry that was yelled so loudly that the Force itself trembled.
A being flew into the vision, moving so fast that the Grand Master could only barely make out what it was. Green skin, as large as a Wookie, bulging muscles that were strong enough to backhand one of the Trandoshans and send them flying, while the other held a sword that was glowing a soft blue hue, which it stabbed through the other being.
It brought its arm back from the backhand, slowing down enough for the Grand Master to see the being clearly. Its armour was spiked, its teeth jutted upwards from its mouth in a vision of savagery that was clearly seen in the beings beady, black eyes. The Force hummed around the being, making the Grand Master believe them to be a Force user.
The creature grabbed the Trandoshan's head, its muscles bulged slightly, and, after a second, the Trandoshan's head simply... caved in, while simultaneously exploding into bloody bits.
Throwing the body away, the being turned towards him, seemingly looking at the Grand Master. The gleam in its eyes showed its pleasure in the slaughter, its mouth twisted into a savage grin that would send the weak willed into a stupor of Terror.
It looked directly at Grand Master Yoda, and, with a jolt, the Grand Master realized the creature could at least sense him there.
The creature inhaled, puffing its chest out, before bellowing... even louder than before. The Force reacted to the bellow, trembling once more before forcing the Grand Master away from the vision, back to Coruscant, the Temple, and his body.
Yoda's eyes snapped open, he inhaled sharply. New beings, undiscovered before. Aggressive. Reasons? Unknown, for now.
Grand Master Yoda decided to bring the vision to the council, to discuss what to do about it.
A new race, or, at least, one not seen by the aged Jedi before. Fighting in an unknown location. They would need to keep a watchful eye out for this species, and what reason they had to fight their enemies.
Ovaboss Pain was enjoying himself immensely, this was the first proper fight he'd been in since his creation.
The sense of fulfillment as he destroyed his enemies, the elation when the joint Orky WAAAGH! and the local Wookie PDF that were in the village ruthlessly fought the waning slavers, pushing them back ruthlessly and unendingly. More Orks started pulling themselves over the edge of the platform, obviously eager for the fight that was happening.
He leaped forwards, slamming his powered chain-axe into the unfortunate slaver. The sound of ripping flesh sounded out as the axe tore through the measly cloth and skin the slavers wore. It was soon followed by most of the WAAAGH! and a few daring Wookies, that had taken some of the downed Orks weapons, following his example, getting into a deadly melee against the mostly melee wielding slavers.
They didn't have a chance, the slavers, with limited to no experience in true close quarters combat, fell quickly before the savagery of the Orks.
The Ovaboss yanked his plasma pistol out the straps it was attached to, aimed, and fired at the transport shuttle that was closing its doors, trying to escape the quickly approaching Orks.
The bolt of plasma spat out, its blue hue seemed to distract the Wookies and slavers momentarily, before it impacted the shuttle, on one of its repulser engines, a second later. It exploded into a sphere of flash superheated air, melting the engine it made contact with and causing the shuttle to loose any stability it had and slam back into the ground.
Ovaboss Pain didn't see it happen, although he expected and felt it happen, as he'd flipped his axe over his head and slammed it into another slaver, before yanking it to the right into yet another Trandoshan, bisecting him at the waist in a fountain of blood and gore, some of which splattered across the Ovaboss, coating his wargear in the bloody bits of other people.
The slavers started retreating, running away from the war eager Orks and retributional Wookies in a mad dash for the only spaceship, a hauler, that wasn't yet boarded by the Orks, and then Wookies. Causing the Ovaboss to redouble his efforts, he wouldn't let anyone leave before the fighting was completely stopped. In other words, when all the slavers were dead at his feet and all the slaves were set free again.
Pushing the pistol back into its holster, Pain gripped his chain-axe in both hands and started sprinting forwards, towards the spaceship. Occasionally, Pain body rammed the odd slaver that got in his way, barely slowing as he did so while the slaver was sent flying away with a caved chest.
The door started closing as the Ovaboss approached, causing Pain to ignore the odd slaver-ram to reach the ship first. A few Orks also started sprinting with the Ovaboss, eager to board the last slaver spaceship.
Pain reached the door just as it was about to seal, jabbing his hand in the tiny gap at the top before it closed, the Ovaboss strained against the mechanically enhanced door. Slowly, building speed, the door started opening again. When it was low enough, the slavers started sending blaster bolts towards the Orks, who responded with their own solid ammunition. Pain's shields lit up every now and then as a stray bolt hit him, but he ignored them in favor of opening the door first.
After several seconds, when the Ovaboss managed to get the door down to half its size, the door slid open again, causing the Ovaboss to stumble forwards before using the stumble to start charging at the slavers that were still firing wildly at him and his Orks.
As the Ovaboss charged into the spaceship, with a motley group of Orks and Getchens, along with a few Wookies, the air filled with the sound of approaching aircraft.
The slavers, who were confident that the Wookies wouldn't have gotten their support in fast enough, were inspired to fight with a bit less fear, much to the Orks pleasure, while the Wookies, who knew that it wasn't theirs, fought a little bit more desperately to end the fighting that little bit quicker.
Suddenly, a starfighter flew overhead, closely followed by the cobbled together and junky looking Orky Fighta, firing it guns almost continuously in the aerial dogfight / chase at the other fighter, who weaved almost erratically as the bullets whizzed passed them. Some of the bullets landed, making the fighter jerk to its right as the right engines and wing were torn out by the heavy ammunition, causing it to spiral in a plume of smoke, before blowing up, into the ground.
Several starfighters flew over the battle, followed by two Ork Fighta's being followed by several more starfighters.
The Fighta's suddenly jerked upwards, taking the aerial dogfight higher into the air, as the Dakkaship's and Deffkopta's came down close to the treetops, just skimming the tips, under the dogfight, unnoticed.
The hauler started lifting itself up, it's door still partially open. A Dakkaship diverted from it's course, heading for the ascending spaceship, while its rocket engines bellowed out a plume of fire as it accelerated.
The Deffkopta's split up, heading towards any source of heavy fighting, sending missiles, bullets and bombs at the suddenly cowering slavers on the ground.
The Dakkaship that was trying to stay aligned with the, now closed, door of the hauler opened up its own blast doors, allowing the half dozen Flashgitz, that were told what to expect, a pair of Painboyz, a Weirdboy, a Mek and an assortment of Grots and Gretchens to jump onto the hull of the hauler.
The Weirdboy drew his power sword before he jumped off, launching himself at the hauler sword first. The power field allowed the sword to slice through the door, one of the Flashgitz grabbed one side while the Weirdboy dug his hands into the hole. Together, the door was ripped open, allowing the other Orks to also get into the hauler.
The Dakkaship pulled away, closed its doors, and turned to the fighting down on the ground. The Orks that had just boarded the hauler made their way inwards, leaving the Mek to seal the door again, before they all got sucked out when the hauler would leave the planet.
Second in Command Ukto Voc couldn't quite keep his nerves as steady as he would of liked, a simple slaver run had deteriorated into unleashing those... Things.
Whatever they were, they were brutal, tall, tough, ridiculously strong and intimidating in the extreme. His yellow-orange eyes darted towards the doorway, some of those things had managed to tear open a door and had rushed in. The noise of approaching feet made his already twitchy fingers all the more nervous.
He sent a quick prayer to whichever hunting deity he had seemingly wronged enough to send these Creatures to help the fake Hunters, promising to try harder if he got out of this alive. All the while training his eyes on the door.
Behind him, he heard some of his fellow hunters try to unlock the slaves to use as meat shields against the Creatures, it seemed like they didn't have enough time.
The door to the cargo bay slid open, leaving a surprised looking mini-Thing, who seemed to have accidentally stumbled onto them while the others had moved on. Before it could warn the others, Ukto pulled the trigger, sending a blaster bolt at the miniature being. It flew backwards, splaying against the far wall with a bolt burn taking up most of it's body.
One of his fellow hunters managed to pull a slave up, keeping the Twi'lek girl between him and the door. The door that now had several footsteps rushing towards it.
They were all caught completely by surprise when the door on the other side of the cargo bay open up as well, depositing a group of the creatures that seemed to have bulked up armour with several spikes, grenades dangling freely, and huge guns aimed right at them.
A grenade sailed from behind the creatures, right into the middle of the bay. Before anyone could react, it exploded, sending everyone to their knees as their senses blazed painfully.
Ovaboss Pain ignored the smell of burnt Gretchen and terrified slaves, the slight ringing in his ears from the flash bang grenade and the weapons fire and the Orks crowding the doorway with their weapons raised.
Instead, he was interested in the other Orks on the other side of the cargo bay. He wasn't expecting, but was definitely glad, to find any Flashgits in the ship as well as his group of boy's and Wookies.
He, non too gently, shoved his way past the overcrowded Orks. Barely squeezing his way through the bay doors, Pains attention was quickly diverted to the whimper of pain.
One of the slaves, the one the slaver had used as a meat-shield, had a blaster wound on her shoulder from when the slaver had been caught by the flash bang and had reflexively pulled the trigger. It was potentially life threatening.
Returning his attention to the other Ork's, he noticed the Painboys, much to his relief.
"Oy!" All Orks immediately turned their attention to the Ovaboss, and the slaves reflexively flinched away from the towering figures. "Boneshattara da Crayzee! You'z be lookin' at dese 'ere git'z, get dem 'elfy agen. Mista Nailbrain, see ta deir heads an' try an' find sumfin' controllie like."
The Painboy and Mek nodded dutifully, rustling the equipment that was strewn all over them, before both of them made their way to the terrified slaves, who were only getting more afraid the longer the Orks stood there. Pain turned his attention to the Wookies, most of who were trying to console the frightened slaves.
"Awright, kuld sumwun leed us ta da Biggest Bossiest Slava? I'z wanna smash da git an' send ah message."
The oldest looking Wookie stepped forwards, gesturing towards the door the Flashgits were standing around and growling out directions. Lamenting that he and the rest of the Wookie's would have to focus on the slaves instead of helping further and that the Ovaboss and his group should deliver a 'message' for further slavers as violently as they could. Preferably with lots of dismemberment, pain and an interrogation for further slaving activities.
"Ha! I'z gonna doo dat anywhay. Not ta worrie'z Wook-Wook Boy'z, we'z gottit."
With the directions, Ovaboss Pain led the leftover Boy's towards the command bridge.
Unfortunately, for the Orks anyway, there were no-one else around to kill, maim or eat on the journey over. Pain had the random thought that they had killed everyone already, and it was just the Biggest Bossiest Slaver left, and maybe their officers... or what counted for officers among slavers anyway.
Pain didn't bother waiting for the boys to get the door open, through force or, well, a bomb. He simply slammed his fist into the doorway so hard, and multiple times, until the door just caved inwards.
"An' dat'z 'ow ya bust down da door." Pain proclaimed boastfully, shoving his way though the jagged pieces still attached to the wall.
Taking a quick sniff, he turned back towards the Boys, "Kor, dat stinkkz! 'Oo gone an' used da squig-ointment?! It smellz awful!"
His proclamation was met with shaking of heads and general acknowledgement that none of the Orks had any Burna'z around or the most common Orky alcoholic drinks on them.
Shrugging, because it wasn't actually too bad this time around, Pain stepped though the doorway.
Most of the mob managed to get through, including the Wierdboy, before they were interrupted by the figure that sat in the Bossiest chair in the bridge.
"My, my... What primitives have come to me this time?"
The person swiveled their chair around, allowing the Orks to see the Big Boss.
Pain glanced over the slight ridges and lack of ears, barely acknowledged the pronounced bump on their chest, much to the persons confusion. The most eye catching part of the being was the skin tone was remarkably Orky.
A new burst of the awful smell puffed up to the Orks, revealing that either the being was the cause, because Pain could smell pheromones all over her and it smelled suspiciously like the stink, or artificial.
"Ya stinkk worse den Gobsmakka da Drunkk afta 'e tried ta outdrinkk me, stoppit."
The figure showed clear surprise at the proclamation, either because of the blunt phrasing or the fact the Ovaboss could smell it in the first place.
The surprise quickly turned to anger, and, with a sudden jerk forwards, most of the Orks flew back out the doorway with a collective surprised holler. The door flew back into place and refused to move afterwards, if the banging from the other side was any indication.
Ovaboss Pain barely felt the Force Push, only a few wisps of air jostling his clothes, while the Wierdboy had managed to brace himself against the attack in time.
Pain scowled menacingly, "Yoo'z bean thowin' me Boy'z about? I'z don' like me Boy'z bein' frown about. Git'z tend ta get smashed right proppa when sumwun smakkz me Boy'z." He reached to his Powa Sword, while the Wierdboy did the same.
"Pity, I was looking forwards to introducing you to the civilized community."
Ovaboss Pain snorted loudly, turning to the Wierdboy, he said, "Ha, Stinky finks dey be civilized. Da git be mokkin' us if dey fink Slava'z be civilized."
The Wierdboy nodded his head in approval, before the snap hiss interrupted the private talk. Looking over to the disturbance showed the person standing in front of their seat, a glowing red beam of light held in one hand.
Phew, finally. Time crunch, nearly 11 PM here.
I'll probably put something in after I remember, but for now this will have to do.
4,260 Words! :-)