Right, sorry for the cliffhanger then leaving it for this long. Anyway... Iiii'mm baaack!
OK, let's try the whole talking thing again.
I love the idea of Warhammer Orks, but not for an actual story idea that would get any further then. 'Dere'z sum' gitz, crump 'em!' and the reaction of Star Wars characters, it'll get old, fast. These Orks, I actually have plans that, hopefully, will make this story better then that.
The Hutts might also be brought into the Republic/Confederacy conflict as a actual faction along with the Ork Empire, when it starts rolling fast enough. And I have a non-canon surprise.
Space Marine/Twi'lek lovin'? I'm not even sure that's possible, then again I don't actually know what happens to Aspirant's for them to become Adaptus Astartes. No, in any case, mostly because there will be no Space Marines... Unless you want the Orks to introduce the idea, or for it to be a, like, super-soldier program for the clones?
Tail 'eds (Twi'lek's?), Metal boyz (Droids?), Dumies (... Clones?), Da big tolkaz (Senate/Politicians), Lighties (Jedi/Sith/Lightsaber wielders), Glowin' beamy cuttystikks (lightsabers, name from 'Silly but Killy')
Those'll do. Any more idea's?
Using my own scaling for Orks, but feel free to change the wording to your own preferences.
No Snotlings in this story, Grots are the Gretchin's 'military' or the fighting side. Might introduce Goblins as an offshoot from Gretchins, if I do I have an interesting way that it will be done in, including introducing Skarsnik as the leader of that faction, of course.
The Force will be altered when in conjunction with Orks so that it will act a little bit like the Gestalt Field, not much for now, but Wierdboys, especially strong ones, may be able to, eventually, use it like the Warhammer Orks/Orcs, possibly/maybe.
The reason the Orks are so successful so far is because the Star Wars galaxy hasn't seen the likes of them before, when they've been accustomed to it'll be more even.
Multiverseomniverse104: Slavery exists in Star Wars canon, I've merely introduced a species that are practically -or mostly, haven't decided- hardwired to be against it.
Darth Thruiss glared down at the two beings in front of her. Both were worrying individually, a being with no presence in the Force, no matter how much she tried to sense and one of the same species, which she had not seen before, which agitated the Force, something that she had not come across before, more then the other beings she had just Force shoved out of the doorway that they had just punched their way through.
"Ha! Stinky! Bein' awl scowly like not be savin' ya frum ah gud crumpin' frum us!" The biggest sentient being Darth Thuiss, sometimes known as Ximlum Luthret of the Falleen, had ever seen bellowed, waving a serrated metal cutlass of some kind, with extra spikes increasing the serratedness, towards her.
The cutlass looked like it would cause dangerous wounds with its serrated edge, although not sharp enough to pierce even the lightest of armored thugs, let alone be any sort of threat in even the the most simple of melee engagements, but the Force was tingling, below the agitation the other greenskined being and the ones behind the door were giving out, warning her of the active danger such a crude weapon possessed in the hands of the greenskined, muscle bound and spike toothed being.
Darth Thruiss scowled at the beings a moment longer, deciphering the words the larger one had spoken, before reaching out through the force and activating the other door into the command centre, behind which stood another two dozen Trandoshans, Humans and other species with blasters ready to fire at a moments notice.
All this happened within seconds before Darth Thruiss deigned to answer the greenskined beings.
"No? Then perhaps this will."
The blast doors unlocked and opened within moments, the beings swinging around to face the hiss of hydraulics before getting pelted with rapid red blaster fire. Most went wide as the Trandoshan and Human mixed group were taken by surprise at the sudden and unannounced opening of the blast doors, the size of the beings and their intimidating attire and body structure. Those that hit the beings before they could react struck a yellow field of some sort that dissipated the bolts before they could do any damage.
Further introspection halted when the larger one grabbed blindly for a moment while bellowing, "Gettin' da drop on ah Ork, willz ya! More fer us den! WAAAGH!" Then charged the wall of blasters lined up just behind the door, pulling one of the two crude pistols from its holster and firing bursts of... solid slugs?, at the line ahead of it. Whatever they were, they tore through several of her subordinates within seconds, all while the larger being, an Ork?, called back to the other one. "Crump dat Stinky zoggin' Wierdboy, I'z got dese gits!" Then it was upon the line, slicing through the heavy shield that was the cover for the ambushers while using the pistol as an improvised club that it smashed over the head of a Human, proving its durability when it didn't even shift when the Human fell lifelessly to the floor, his presence departing the body to be battered by the ripples in the Force.
The other being, which might be an Ork, turned back towards her while bringing up its own pistol to take a few single shots towards the Sith Apprentice. Darth Thruiss easily, but quickly, swept her lightsaber to intercept the few slugs that would have actually hit her while most shot wide. Growing frustrated when she realized the slugs wouldn't be deflected back towards the being.
A few of the slugs hit one of the ID6 Seeker/Security droids that had detached themselves from the ceiling of the bridge to surround Darth Thruiss, deactivating the cloaking mechanism and sending it crashing into the ground in a flurry of sparks. Upon seeing the droid, the other Ork growled lowly while shifting its grip on its sword, activating a hazy blue shroud around it and causing the Force to warn her of the increased danger of the weapon the beings wielded.
The being suddenly leapt towards her, bellowing another warcry while bringing its sword down with one hand while it continued firing its pistol at her, or the droids. The Force heaved a warning to her, allowing her to block the slug that had any chance of hitting her, although another droid went down sparking, while bringing her lightsaber up to intercept and slice through the Orks sword. Harnessing the anger that sparked in her at the sheer gal of the being for choosing such a simplistic attack plan, Darth Thruiss prepared herself to cleave through the ungainly weapon before stabbing, hacking and slashing the... the Ork, until the creature was nothing more than a bloody mass of flesh.
The sword thundered down, aided by the dense muscles on the thick armed being, the blue shroud that surrounded the bladed weapon shimmered and left an afterhaze in its wake. Plasma blade met disruption field, the Lightsaber fizzed and sparked against the power swords hazy field, locked in place as the two combatants fought one with, and one without, Force enhanced strength.
Darth Thruiss grit her teeth, forcing the Force through her and into her muscles to keep the Ork from gaining any more ground with its, frakking ridiculous, strength. The Orks face was stretched with a huge and excited grin, showing large tusks on either side of a row of pointed teeth. Darth Thruiss didn't allow the shock of a, apparent, metal sword withstanding the might of a Lightsaber, instead throwing her hand down at the beings legs while channeling the Force, pushing the Orks legs out from under it before it could react. The Sith Apprentice darted to the side, allowing the sword, and the attached Ork, to fall. Swiping her Lightsaber out at the flailing being, she was once again shocked as the crackling yellow lightening enshrouded the Ork and rebounded the attack with no damage inflicted on the Ork as it hit the ground face first.
The ID6 droids opened fire on the downed Ork as it started getting back up again, shaking its head as the blaster fire impacted and being absorbed by the crackling field surrounding it. Darth Thruiss's fingers flashed across the screen next to her, plotting a course away from the planet before more Orks or Wookies could board, pressing the accept button lurched the starship onto its course. Before the Sith Apprentice could attack the Ork again, who's field had finally shattered around it while it had started swinging its weapon at the agile droids, the Force screamed a warning over the slightly more agitated Force in the area, allowing the Sith to speed away from her position as the air shimmered and an Ork with a shotgun longer then the being was tall unloading a shot towards her former position, destroying all but one of the ID6 droids, and the console, in an explosive volley that also sent the sword wielding Ork flying through the air with a bellow of pain and butchered cussing. The sword wielder hit the furthest wall, face first, with a resounding crunch, before peeling off and falling back to the ground.
Darth Thruiss wasn't paying too much to the Ork, instead staring at the purple painted being that she hadn't had sensed before now, and even now was having a hard time sensing its presence in the Force.
Her shock at the sudden appearance, as well as the non-presence the larger one projected in the Force, allowed the being to sneak up on her, grab her around the back of the neck and lifting her up to its face in one one smooth, and oddly fluid, motion. The Lightsaber hilt slipped through her fingers the second the hand lifted her up, the blade of plasma slipping back into its hilt before it hit the ground and was quickly picked up by the shotgun wielding Ork, who still had its shotgun aimed in her general direction.
"Well'z, dat wuz ah larff. I'z guess I'z shuld fank yer fer it." The larger one spoke while absentmindedly swatting the last ID6 droid into the ground, where it let loose a dying squeal. "Kommando Bomma, you'z betta not hav' dakkad da Wierdboy tou much!"
The shotgun wielder, Kommando Bomma, scrambled over to the sword wielder, Wierdboy, while shouting, "Yes boss! I'z made surez dat da dakka not be killin da Wierdboy, Ovaboss! No worriez!"
The larger one, Ovaboss?, turned its attention back to the Sith Apprentice, even though its beady black eyes had never even left her. A grin spread across the Orks face, showing more spiked teeth that were also larger then the Wierdboys.
"I'z Ovaboss Gorasho Pain, bossiest o' da Orks. An' dis krooza iz bein' mine now!"
With that said, the large Ork thrust its crude cutlass through her body, slicing cleanly through her sternum, while its other hand squeezed around her throat. Before she could even process what had happened, the hauler launched itself into hyperspace.
Then the large Ork squeezed her neck in obvious anger, then everything went black.
Epp Drolan was extremely appreciative to whichever hunting deity had bestowed upon him the honor of being the leader of the heavy duty over watch squads, which required him to bring the plasma shield and a trio of heavy repeater blasters all slaved to a pair of heavy dropships, which was currently on the end of a landing pad that had only one way to or from it.
The shield fit perfectly on the circular landing pad, which had enough space to comfortably fit a destroyer on, and was holding back the solid slug projectiles and bowcaster bolts from the arrayed beings on the main pad that led from them into the city. While the beings fired at the shield with their chosen weapons, a near continuous flood of the large and muscular greenskined Trandoshanoids with an assortment of melee weapons came rushing over the bridge between them, towards his rather large group of heavily armoured mercenaries.
Two of the heavy repeater blasters and three squads layered blaster fire on the greenskined beings that stormed through the plasma shield, blowing bits off and felling many of the beings. More kept coming, their numbers seemingly swelling even as they dropped like flies against a electro-lantern, then another greenskined being caught his experienced eyes. It was larger than the others, by at least two heads stacked, and seemed to command a level of authority over the lesser Greenskins. The last heavy repeater and squad kept their eyes on any of the Greenskins aircraft that might try and fly through the plasma shield.
The Greenskin hoard, that had continuously pored themselves into the kill box thus far, slowed down swiftly after the larger one started bellowing about, although there were still projectiles being fired at the shield.
After a full ten standard seconds, upon which the Greenskins listened to the larger one and his mercenaries started getting twitchy over the new developments, the large Greenskin bellowed, "Bring me deir teef!" Swiftly followed by the Greenskined beings started piling over themselves in a rush to get over the bridge and reach them whilst bellowing loud enough that he suddenly felt as if an inescapable predator had suddenly shifted its attention onto him.
"All blasters! Lay waste to the Greenskins!" He hollered. Something was different about the Greenskins this time. They seemed to be more organised, and some were armed with pistols, probably solid slug throwers as well, that only looked like pistols while on the Greenskins grasp.
They barged through the plasma shield once more, quickly coming under fire from all the weapons arrayed against them. A few of the ones with pistols lifted them up and started firing at the mercenaries positions while still sprinting towards them, quickly falling to the combined blaster fire from his forces. A female Gand chittered away in startled exclamation as one of her arms blew off just below the shoulder, although she still fired her blaster at the stymied Greenskins. A male Human took a slug to the chest, dead center, and promptly blew up, sending his arms and head flying away while the lower torso and legs jerked backwards. The surrounding mercenaries flinched away from the messiest death most had ever seen, before returning to stymieing the Greenskin flood that had surged forwards in the brief lull in blaster fire.
The stalemate continued for another minute, the mercenaries loosing another being while the Greenskins were pushed back as far as they had advanced, before a Greenskin propeller powered aircraft with a black covered object dangling from below it came over the trees and dropped its cargo onto the main landing pad.
A small and thin Greenskin, about waist height compared to the other Greenskins, clambered over the object then into it. Not long after that, the object started shifting and rattling, before it stood up and showed itself as a form of walker.
The walker type vehicle lifted arm like protrusions, one ending in a pincer like claw with a barrel of some sort under the armpit while the other had a few projectile weapons strapped together at the end of it, before starting to shake obscenely as it took a step forwards, towards them. It made its way over the bridge, easily being overtaken by the smaller, in comparison, Greenskins that were still happily pouring themselves into the kill box. It stopped just outside the shields interference, whereupon a heavy repeater had started charging up anti-vehicular shots, before a hatch opened up on the box that was sticking out on the side of the cylindrical body, the pipes on its back started billowing out black fumes and the rattling was overtaken by the sound of engines, although still quieter than the bellow of the other Greenskins around it.
Then, it charged.
Its movements became more robotic, while still being far quicker then when it crossed the bridge, storming the shield whilst its projectile weaponize arm lifted and a trio of yellow and red checkered miniaturized missiles spat out of the small box. The heavy repeater blasted several times at the walker, intercepting a single missile in an explosion of fire, before the remaining two beset upon it with a vengeance. The weapon emplacement exploded, the pair manning the repeater being bodily thrown off the pad in a mess of bloodied body parts.
The walker charged on, firing more and larger solid slugs into the mercenaries positions. Stomachs blew out, chests exploded and limbs disappeared as the hail of slugs descended on them from the swift moving walker. Then the Greenskins were upon them, hacking and tearing into his mercenaries while the walker charged towards him and his pair of droid guards. The walker kept shooting out the slugs, before turning its torso and seemingly belching out a stream of flame towards the dropships and the other heavy repeater that was firing shots at it. The walkers clawed hand swung back around, cleaving one of the droids, which had stepped forwards to meet it, before snatching the other up in between its pincers and firing a volley of solid slugs into it.
Only then did Epp Drolan noticed the flame thrower aimed at him from the ember scorched walker.
Then an incoming wave of yellow/orange, rolling fire.
"Ah, fer zogs sake! Why'd yer Boy'z pile demselves like dat!? Dere wuzunt any gud finkkin' in dat mess, yer piss'oles! Yer Boy'z gudfink bein' com... cumenda... worfy fer ah furst WAAAGH!, but not enuff ta excuse deir brainzlessness, yer tossa!"
"You wot! Dey not bein' me Boy'z whenz day bein' puttin' deir gudfink befer deir 'ealf! Day'z bein' me Boy'z when'z I'z took charge o' da git'z!"
"Den 'ooz were day den!? An' yer betta not yab abought no Mob o' Boy'z wif no Boss or, Gork prezerfe us, Nob keepin' dem in orda!"
"I'z fink... I'z dat sum Nobz bitz an' piezes bein' ova dere!?"
"Wot? Dat pilez o' gitz jus' inside da blu bubbly fing?"
"By da gracez o' Mork! Day 'ad led da Mob chargez!"
The first Warboss lifted a head from the pile of body bits, eyeing it suspiciously.
"Datz Nob 'Ardheadz 'ead, dat iz! No wonda dese Boyz bein' all stabby an' cutty likein' gitz. Dayz awmost az bad az you an' yer Boyz! I'z didunt fink dat wuz posybul!"
With a growl of anger, the first Warboss tossed the head off the landing pad and glared at the other Warboss. "Oy! Take dat back, you zoggin' squig 'umpa!"
"You WOT!"
"Ya 'eard me!"
"Datz fightin' tork, dat iz!"
"You'z bein' da wun startin' it wif me!"
"Zog dis! WAAAGH!"
As the second Warboss lifted his fists to go along with his bellow, an unfortunate Ork boy scurried onto the pad towards the arguing Warbosses. All the while yelling, "Da slavaz nicked da Ovaboss! Da slavaz nicked da Ovaboss! Wot we gonna doo?"
Successfully distracted from their anger towards each other, the two Warbosses turned as one to the panicky Ork with shrewd eyes and disbelieving expressions.
"Wot. Da. Zog."
The com system shared between all the Ork 'Bosses crackled to life, "Awl Orkz! Dis bein' Settleboss Kuskrokk on da torky magiks fing! Bigga 'Uge Stompaz bein' brakin' down da gatez ovah 'ere! Needz ah largeish Mob proppa quick like, befer we'z... Zog! Day'z ovarunnin' us! 'Elp, sumwun 'elp! Dayz 'Uge! AAARGH!" The com system spat angry static as the line went dead, and by the sounds of it so was the Settleboss on the other side of the system.
"Wot. Da. Zog."
"No moar loligagin'! We'z bein' needin' does Settlymentz!"
Most of the Orks couldn't have cleared the city quicker. Not even if there was a broadcast for free grog, a feast and a free for all with the Overboss and Warbosses involved as encouragement to haul their asses out of there sharpish. What was left of the Orks, a Nob and his Mob, within the Wookies city merely shrugged towards the baffled Wookies. With the killer kan being unable to drop back to the floor, the Grechen inside yelling obscenities from within as it whacked and smashed about inside the metal body as it raged about wanting to get back to the WAAAGH!, it stood stiffly on the main landing pad.
The Nob, with his Mob of Ork Boys meandering nearby him, merely continued searching the mounds of bodies and their parts for any survivors. Unearthing several Orks and a young looking Wookie in the process.
Black eyes stared down at the new, unexpected but delightful peculiarity before them with a passionate gleam.
The man, deathly pale and dressed in the blackest of clothes with vivid red highlights, took a knee and leaned over the peculiarity. Eyes focusing on the swirling Force strands with an intensity that, although common, were never as intense as they were now.
He reached into the Force. It flowed around and through him, as it always had and most likely always will, weighing down on him with its mere, intense, presence. He ignored the flowing energies, focusing on the swirling strands of souls that had entered from outside the Force Realm. The souls agitated the Force that was nearby, not returning to the mans father as almost all other presences were want to do. The only two exceptions to this silent rule, until now, were the Night Stalkers and the Light Bringers, who's souls actively went against the Force in search of him and his sister respectively. Even then, these souls were drawing themselves together into a... gestalt.
The man blinked deathly pale lids over pitch black eyes, his intense gaze momentarily broken by the thought that up until now wasn't even perceived as possible. The intensity returned tenfold when the thought and shock was overcome.
He reached towards the swirling mass of souls and Force energies, fingers reverently brushing across the small but growing Presence. Thoughts flew behind the mans vigilant gaze. Another Presence on this ethereal prison realm, being created before his eyes. A being of pure Force energies and souls, not even taking form. Malleable, influenceable and New. Change, to something as long standing and ancient as the Force itself, so old as to still be ancient when he was born mortal.
Distantly, within his mind, he wondered why he was not trying to destroy the source of the change. Before concluding that the Force itself wasn't concerned or warning or presenting the change as hostile, even through the agitation, and he had no-one he wasn't actively fighting against, that filled him with hatred at the mere sight, on this prison. Not dangerous to the Force itself and promised future companionship stayed his hand from slaying this miracle.
He grasped into the Force for the origins of the souls, and came upon a species he had never seen before, joyously fighting with the tree dwelling Wookies against the reptilian Trandoshans on the Wookies homeworld, Kashyyyk.
He watched the slaughter of the Trandoshans, the gruesome melee conducted by the lumbering hills of green muscle and the vehicles of war waging their own little battles. He watched the souls join the flow of Force energies into the realm he resided, and flew directly into the growing presence under his fingers. His concentration flickered in surprise, his Force presence spreading throughout the section of the world where the fighting was, and he was dimly aware of the creatures that his presence had touched, mutated and turned that now focused upon the same beings he had. These Orks. And their warmongering and fighting. They would need to kill all those creatures before they killed these Orks.
He reached out again, concentrating on a Force presence that was stronger then the rest through the unnatural chaotic cacophony these beings produced in the Force. Touching the mind of the Ork, he passed the information on about the creatures before withdrawing back into himself.
He needed to take the growing presence with him, before his father or sister found their way to him and the mass of souls and Force energies.
Grasping his connection to the Force, he focused it into his hand so that it practically sang a choir by itself in the Force. Once done, he grasped the mass of souls.
They... It fought against him, his frustration grew, as did his strength. The mass started stretching under his strength, slowly pulling away from the ground it had stuck itself to. It fought harder against him; amusement, anger, desperation, fear, stubbornness and other emotions passed through the presence, some passing to quickly for his to sense, others staying, ebbing and flowing between concentrations.
A screech sounded across the barren outcrop he was on, neither Light or Dark. He jerked back, head snapping up to stare in shock at his sister flying towards him. His expression turned to pinched anger in between eye blinks.
The mass of souls split in half and, under the impression that he had finally gather all the souls to him, he changed form and took off. His mind brought forth memories of his loving mother, who had died as all mortals were wont to do, and what she would have said about the actions he took now, the actions all members of his family took now.
Anger and loss and sadness and other emotions he couldn't, didn't want to, name sprung up. A fierce protectiveness and a consuming possessiveness overcame him, directed to the presence being created from souls and Force and zeal, not even strong enough to form the body of a newborn baby, not even corporeal enough to physically touch.
His. His companion. His precious child. His responsibility. Not his families, who would pull it... them, in three different directions and fight with each other over the smallest of teachings. Who would look down on any path they would take, forever breaking the baby, child, pre-born presence who would no doubt try appeasing all three at once if it grew up with them all. Even he knew that, the nature of growing children not a part of him instinctively but through the longing gazes to worlds outside the ethereal prison.
He needed to escape. But he can wait, this wasn't something that could be rushed. And in the meantime, he would hide with the infantile gestalt consciousness in the darkest corners of Mortis.
He almost smiled in exasperated amusement as the thought of what the Sith would think when gazing upon the darkest of the Dark side of the Force given form.
Certainly not death, blood and hatred. As the Sith were wont to believe. Not a good place to bring a child up, in any case.
Done!
Right, the change to canon was originally meant to be that Darth Plaugues had survived Darth Sidiouses assassination via having his force presence inhabiting clones when he dies. Still gonna do it, but threw something else in as well.
The birth of Gork!... Or is it Mork?
Or both?
Anyway, sorry it took so long to get out. Writers block was mostly on the first segment, the second one was already planned when I finished the first one and I got it out in one sitting. Third segment I got out as well, but I required a little editing.
The last one was also one sitting, that one was also pumped out. Just got in the flow, is all.
I have no idea what I'm doing in it though, probably something along the lines of:
Dark side; Strong emotions, instinct. Etc.
Might have something else to add, can't think at the moment.
'Tis near midnight for me.