Post by witchking92 on Feb 19, 2007 2:41:32 GMT -5
This is the first installment in my new short story, based upon this campaign. Enjoy, more to follow.
Skargrubb’s War
Kaptun Skargrubb was an ork. And like any Ork he liked to fight. He fought to live; he lived to fight. He was slightly bigger than an average Nob, slightly smaller than an average Warboss. Though he may not get the respect he deserved from his greenskined underlings, he was respected, and fear on the battlefield. Skargrubb was a ruthless leader, cunning in the extreme, unlike many other Orks. He was a master of ambushes, cutting off delicate supply lines. He was fearsome in combat, wielding a deadly powerclaw that could tear a man in two. He led a band of Orks called “Skargrubb’s Mekanaries o’ Strephan Prwime”. He was a legend, this is the story of his exploits on a world known to the Imperium as Tiorl.
Kaptun Skargrubb’s bones ached. While he could ignore the pain, it was rather irritating. It was from all this space flight. He didn’t like space travel, he felt much more confident when he was face to face with the enemy, on the ground. Plus, it hurt to go a couple months, maybe a year in a tiny looted imperial ship. Also, his Meks were no good, after all this trouble, this Tiorl 7 place better have some good fightin’. Skargrubb had been contacted a couple months ago by an ambitious young warboss named Dakkaslag, Dakkaslag offered to give Skargrubb’s boyz a huge pile of looted gunz and tanks, if they were to come and fight. Now Skargrubb was thinking that he shouldn’t have gone through all this trouble just for a couple lousy guns, probably didn’t work anyway.
“Boss, wez cee da pwanat” shouted one of the Meks on the bridge.
Skargrubb looked at one of the displays, sure enough that was Tiorl 7, just like Dakkaslag said. But it was surrounded by vast fleets, Eldar, Imperial, Ork, Chaos, all battling without noticing Skargrubb’s small ship.
“Boyz, get uz to da surface, den we can krump every ‘un” shouted a pleased Skargrubb.
Skargubb could hear the thrusta’s boosting, they were only a couple minuetes from the surface. Only a couple minuets from the next fight.
The ship rocked as it made entry into the atmosphere of the planet, the heat burnt holes in the ships armor, unbeknownst to the Orks.
Things were starting to get a little rocky thought Skargrubb, they only kind of landing an Ork makes is a crash landing. Skargrubb locked himself into the captain’s chair and held on for dear life.
Suddenly there was a great crash and several explosions rocked the ship, but the ship came to a halt, largely intact.
Ahh, back on a planet, this is the kind of fighting Skargrubb loved.
“Alright boyz, letz go krump us some ‘ummie! WaaaaaggggggghhhHHH!!!” screamed Skargrubb.
The boyz shouted back, before picking their way out of the wreckage and moving into the forest.
The Kaptun had arrived.
Skargrubb’s War
Kaptun Skargrubb was an ork. And like any Ork he liked to fight. He fought to live; he lived to fight. He was slightly bigger than an average Nob, slightly smaller than an average Warboss. Though he may not get the respect he deserved from his greenskined underlings, he was respected, and fear on the battlefield. Skargrubb was a ruthless leader, cunning in the extreme, unlike many other Orks. He was a master of ambushes, cutting off delicate supply lines. He was fearsome in combat, wielding a deadly powerclaw that could tear a man in two. He led a band of Orks called “Skargrubb’s Mekanaries o’ Strephan Prwime”. He was a legend, this is the story of his exploits on a world known to the Imperium as Tiorl.
Kaptun Skargrubb’s bones ached. While he could ignore the pain, it was rather irritating. It was from all this space flight. He didn’t like space travel, he felt much more confident when he was face to face with the enemy, on the ground. Plus, it hurt to go a couple months, maybe a year in a tiny looted imperial ship. Also, his Meks were no good, after all this trouble, this Tiorl 7 place better have some good fightin’. Skargrubb had been contacted a couple months ago by an ambitious young warboss named Dakkaslag, Dakkaslag offered to give Skargrubb’s boyz a huge pile of looted gunz and tanks, if they were to come and fight. Now Skargrubb was thinking that he shouldn’t have gone through all this trouble just for a couple lousy guns, probably didn’t work anyway.
“Boss, wez cee da pwanat” shouted one of the Meks on the bridge.
Skargrubb looked at one of the displays, sure enough that was Tiorl 7, just like Dakkaslag said. But it was surrounded by vast fleets, Eldar, Imperial, Ork, Chaos, all battling without noticing Skargrubb’s small ship.
“Boyz, get uz to da surface, den we can krump every ‘un” shouted a pleased Skargrubb.
Skargubb could hear the thrusta’s boosting, they were only a couple minuetes from the surface. Only a couple minuets from the next fight.
The ship rocked as it made entry into the atmosphere of the planet, the heat burnt holes in the ships armor, unbeknownst to the Orks.
Things were starting to get a little rocky thought Skargrubb, they only kind of landing an Ork makes is a crash landing. Skargrubb locked himself into the captain’s chair and held on for dear life.
Suddenly there was a great crash and several explosions rocked the ship, but the ship came to a halt, largely intact.
Ahh, back on a planet, this is the kind of fighting Skargrubb loved.
“Alright boyz, letz go krump us some ‘ummie! WaaaaaggggggghhhHHH!!!” screamed Skargrubb.
The boyz shouted back, before picking their way out of the wreckage and moving into the forest.
The Kaptun had arrived.
