Green wake up

hello everyone and thank you for reading me.

i would like to present you a story. a story about what is reality.

i could give you a straigh answer, that you would not accept, so i wont.

i will tell you how it began. Damn, It seems really feel like yesterday. And maybe it was.

i had fun reading a novel about someone played by the gods of chaos,

beings of a universe named warhammer40k, for those who don't knows.

it's a story about your neighboor, being thrown in a war torn universe, in the middle of a campain on planet Kronus, extracted from a video game campain.

it was a good read, but there was not enough ! we are a consumer generation after all.

I thaugh to myself, why not, i really want an ork story.

those guyz who's whole existencial law are based on the beleif that it is.

I went to play that game, even if old, and on a wiki to read some lore, great times man.

i wanted to write one ! i'm from a generation who lack goals, who cannot make an adventure out of being a succesfull man. yes you guessed i'm a lazy bum.

i really wanted my own personnal you'r the hero kind of adventure. so i went like that for some days, and, i started to dream.

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the fuck is happening.

i felt like i was a shooting star, permeating was a weird etherial feeling of unrealness.

floating in the void, weird color, weird entities, undescribable monstruosities, whispers and laughs that makes you diretly fall in insanity.

Then it stopped. it went still. For i dont know how long.

i felt myself growing. And that, is a weeeeeeird ass feeling.

Dream are weird anyway, like, feeling your teeth hurt, then watching yourself pulling them again and again. Worst dream ever man.Well, for me at the time anyway.

Then i heard some cries and activities. I tried to open my eyes, and lo and behold, i did.

What appeared in front of me was some activities, green humanoid, big and small, poping out like shroom, that i clearly recognised. Those were freaking orks, who went by and started walking out, in the same general direction.

Who know what went thru my mind, but i felt cool. No anguish, no surprise, just plain old amusement. So weird.

i looked at myself, not surprised to see big green hands. i touched my face. Thick skin, big teeth. Yup, i'm an ork. Could have been horrible, as i sent a look aroud. we were in a middle of..what could i call that..An expense of brown earth, and if my brain still work alright, The orks are fungy, when they die, they releases spores, so i guess a number of greenskins died right here? but it seem it was not a real battlefield. maybe a tribal fight?who cares.

They are called grot or something right?gritchling..grit...gretchin or something?

pointing a finger at 3 of them just waking up "you, you,you, you me boyz now !"

"Ysss""yesh""yosh"

"hehe, mart's boyz".they nodded at me.Cute.Not.

oh, what a horrible voice i thaugh. Deep. i approached a smaller one,a snotling? who looked horrified, frozen, watching me, globulous eyes observing me looming over his head.

Caught him by the neck.

"eat'm boyz, git me dem teef" i said, pointing at some obvious soon to be born protuberance, before i saw those 3 grots getting on a feast, while i took a few minutes to think about the situation. Gobeling up that small snotling in a bite.Taste not bad.

I had to think of what to do. Weird knowledge coming to my head, and impusle of raw brutality, nearly erasing my human persona, but i still had that knowledge, like an eccho of a past life but it hurt when i tried to think about it, so i simply didnt care anymore. Only a single principle still ingrained, SURVIVE. Like a conflicting order sent in the same time as wanting to throw myself in a good'ol free for all massacre. Welp, i want to fight and kill.

All societal knowledge of this race is inborn. i knew the currency, the rulz if we can call it that, i knew my klan and what i needed to do overall : build, fight, kill, loot.Again and again. i'm a mekboy, or a mechanist.

Me like dat !

First thing first , lets get outta here. To grow strong, as an ork, you need to prove your strengh. When orks believe, it will be. you can make a carbox and a screw, paint it, and it can be a fonctionnal bomb. Really crazy ass shit. And damn i loved it.

Only tru burning everything can you stop an orkoid "infection".

Orks stand at the stop, between 1.60meter to 2 even 3 meter depending on your ranking, with the biggest of them all the warboss, his noble retenue being others big orcs called nob. Gretchin being like goblins,about 1m to 1m 30, the manual labor and emergency punchbad.Smaller pipsqueak are snotling,30 to 70cm slaved too, and often, rations.

Squig are a species of beast,about 50 to 1meter in general for the fighting ones.Theres a lot of type of those thing. Food, drink. The fighting ones being the most notable, like a ball of meat with legs, eyes, and a friggin big mouth in the middle.

Orks divide themselves, even in the same tribe, by klan, and kult.

By exemple, melee fight lovers are generaly from the goff clan, those that like speed from the red cult of the speedfreaks generaly from the evil sunz clan. In resume, when an ork is born,he is already a specialist of a klan, then by intrest or others things,can join kult.

I guess for me as a mekboy, and pretty smart (for an ork with human knowledge) i'll either be in klan blood axe, for strategies, deathskull for their looting of anything valuable or not or i could even go badmoon, for them shinies hording.hum..this one a good one, but i need to be relatively carefull for that. Blood axe are rather wronged for their capacity to trade with human, plotting, and socalled cowardice, often running away to get their revenge in the morrow. Even if they tend to turn their vest against their commercial "ummies" partener.

Evil sunz are just too crazy, they love speed, until dying by pushing their engine too mutch, exploding in a great laugh, or just ramming something. Crazy i tell you. Theres also the wild ones of the snakebites. Specialised in beast taming, and all that feral kinda thing. Not intrested.

The 3 grots were eating some snotling while bashing the head of others gretchin and stealing their small teeth.

After a while , i stood up, and walked toward them in the middle of cadavers.

"gud, stop, gimme dem teef" i saw them coming and giving me a handfull, about a hundred? with a reluctant look in the eyes. Come on guyz, it will do you good.Hahahaha.Hum..where should i put them...looking around a bit, my eyes fixed a small shroom. I ripted it, scrapt the inside to make a small container. i need tissue..i put the teeth in it.

" Boyz, need teef, need scraps,need boyz,need pants" man that speech....

"Ysss""yesh""yosh"

"...me Dagritfinker,me good maker of fing. you yish , yesh, yosh" pointing at them in order, naming them after their ridiculous response.Obviously giving myself a title to start instilling a sense of power for myself.

those 3 little pipsqueak looked at me with a stars in the eye..so fun.

"One you git me skrap if you find dead boyz"

"Yish!" watching it departing, guess he was a scrapboy i continued :

"one git meat, git me squig and grotbeer"

"yesh" got an herder? Neet.

"you wat?" looking at the last one.

"no (k)now" shaking his head still looking at me.weirdoe. hum.....he started trembling while i stared at him for a while.haha.Lemme see if you can bolster my "retenue"...

"go, git'em pipsqueak work fo'me. Dem git me teef 'n skraps. Do good i no eat'em an beat'em,and make em fing to fight good" how can you even understand that shit,thats fucking hilarious.

"Yosh !!" he ran screaming toward other poping greesking. i start to walk toward the place orks seem to regroup.went around looking for a place to start a workshop. Yup,need to build something, that's my call. i heard yosh going on :

"da big dagritfinker good boss !da big dagritfinker good boss!"

what kind of propaganda is this... Subbtle this one. Weirdo.

Lost in my thaugh, coming to what seemed...the entrance of a village? who knows. there were some ugly hut, snotlin and gretchin seemingly building new one a bit farther.i stumbled upon a fight between 2 orks. Those seem pretty savage, with wooden and stone weapons. Guess it is still a feral tribe uh. No way around it, i'll need a good weapon first and assert my dominance...

With a last check at them going on and skewering themselves with their crude weapons, and the ... five,i counted orks onlookers watching exitedly, waving their arms around in a false mimick, and a bunch of gretchin...making a betting pool ? what a blast. Turning my head back to the fight,

Approaching the "ring",a bit too close it seem ,as I heard the bystander starting to get angry at me. hehe. who cares. i was transfixed on the fight. A profound feeling rising. second by second,blood pumping and boiling.This irresistible need to fight ! that bloodlust.. I lasted 20 seconds before trying to sneak on the fight.

When i saw the two entengled in a unsightly fist fighting and wrestling, i dashed at them as fast as i could before anyone could react, and Yelled a gutural roar. Alas, i Stumbled. Fuck,ridiculous. But i wont be done just like that. No way, too ridiculous. My honnor is tainted. just as the two fighters reacted and turned their head in confusion and amusement, i saw the ridicule in those bloodshot eyes, as i rolled toward them. i grabbed one of the weapon, a stone mace dropped at their feet seconds ago, in my right hand, as my left was busy, let the excuse of a bag fall on the ground, then with a good position,got up, jumped,and with an other bestial roar, bashed the head of the one on my right, with an over the top blow and all that rage, all my strengh, the mace descending right at that head, that exploded in blood. Gore. what a blast. Fucker, who's mocking who.

i could see it like in slow motion, it was phenomenal, pleasure coursing thru me. The angry face of the others starting to yell in indignation, the last fighter vein nearly bursting, eyes red, angry that i had interrupted his fight, stollen his pray, who knows really ,opening his mouth to yell and launching a fist at my head while i was preparing to receive myself on the ground. Before the fist hit me in the shoulder, i successfully raised for a block. it hurt, i think i broke a bone,i emit a snarl. It even made me spin a bit. But it didnt diminish my thrist. i used the reception and the small spin to duck an other arm going right for my head, the crater in the head of the dead ork bursting with blood wanting to splash around, and with an agility i never knew was in me, continued to fullfill that spin while pushing my legs to go up, and blasted the mace right on his temple. An other headshot. an other head bashed, an other erruption of blood.

i feel so strong!

"HAHAHAHAHAHAH" i was laughing my ass of, trembling in a mix of extazy and fear. incredible.and crazy. i could have died right there, what the fuck. how could i throw myself in there, i should be a mechanics right ? but i knew those two were bottom feeders, as an onlooker had a metal hatchet, called creatively a choppa. But a win is a win !

The exitement of the battle starting to dwindle, and i could now percieve what was around.

i saw the choked,outraged,angry face of the others, coming toward me and the gretchin gambler looking like he lost his soul, if he ever had one. Hu oh..i interupted a duel, it wont be good...let's try the ork way...raising both my of my hand in triumph.

" ME DAGRITFINKER ! ME KUNNIN AND BRUTAL ! 'N' ME BRUTAL AND KUNNIN ! ME WIN !" i felt like the whole world stopped for a minute, a metaphorical tricle of sweat coming down my forehead in apprehention. Those guyz eyes and mouth wide open.Confusion?...Need to continue, cant let them think.

" ME TOO SMART, ME KUNNIN. ME TOO STRONG, ME BRUTAL" at that one i saw a glimmer of respect starting to take root..i think i'm safe? Let's get some publicity then.

"ME DAGRITFINKER ! ME MEKBOY ! ME WON WIDZ NO WEAPON ! DAGRITFINKER WIDZ WEAPON TOO STRONG" and there it was. i Could feel really feel it, like a resonnance between bloodkin. They were staring at me, glimmer of respect changing to acknowledgement. Too small to be a tide, but it still rushed toward me, empowering me.

"DAGRITFINKER STRONG!" "DAGRITFINKER WON""Brutal""Kunning" and others unintelligible yell mixing together.

Hard to tell the scales of things really. But i sure was stronger, maybe i won a milimeter of muscle or something but i was certain i was stronger, if just a bit ,than before.

i felt so fucking great.

Who knew.

that primal, bestial need...i want more of that...

but now is time to exit the scene. Looking on the ground, i speedily grabbed the 5 big tooth lying around, tearing an 3 others from one of the still hot dead bodys. They didnt even have pocket,grabbed the small package and put the new loot in it. As i was going to get on my way i paused a little, plunged my left hand in the bloody hand, drew a..kinda axe looking mark on both of my pectoral,then just left in a swagger after a quick lookaround. Hearing them scrambling to, to my guess either eat those bodies or getting the rest of the teeth i left oh so generously.

A newly acquired mace and capital in my hand, i walked away trying to whistle.ye tryed.when your teeth comes out of your mouth its too hard so it went like a buffalo exhaling. So i hummed a little tune instead. Sound bad, like a throat gurgling....who cares.

Now.i Need account of what i have, find an empty hut to make my workshop and wait for my boyz.

"rrrhmm rhmmumm rummhm"

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Two days went by, fast, and we moved. How do i know two days past ? i count a day when the sun change for the other one. A yellow and a dark red one, and as the red one illumination is pretty weak, i count it a night.

That small tribe went up in numbers, from about 15? to at least a hundred.

I really wanted to be the chief, but a big bastard destroyed too much noze while i was busy.

I can't win against him anymore, and i feel compelled to obey that bastard.

Goregutter Nozebreaker. Dirty pig.

Well, i have done some good with the "materials" i got from my little followers.

i got more of them by the way, but they stopped following me after Gorgy won his spot.

That guy is over 2 heads bigger than me already.

What was i busy for? well, got my workshop, wood, a little bit of metal, and some paint based on squig juice. Funny thing is, if enough orks believe, then it is.

The reality, and the immaterial. Two side of a coin.

The immaterial.

An Ethereal parrallel reality, a mirage, the nest of demons, a higher dimention ?

Yes, and much more. Time is not linear in there. As an exemple, Slannesh, demon god of lust, existed since primordial time. But her birth cry (wich started a cataclysm by itself) resonnated when some Eldars, that got too bored, with no oponnent anymore and their immortality, started to dégenerate into their now dark eldar cousins. A dirty story this one.

Now, why would i babled all that you ask ?

It is to explain that when enough orks are together, they create a field in the immaterial. And with that field, the rules are, if enough orks belive, then it is. Simple right ? But the application ? i painted a wooden rocket-like thingy with some red square and flamme, and a wood stick on it, put it in the middle of the "camp". What do you think could happen right...orks came, discussed a bit about this object when an exited one jumped on it like you would ride when he roared "Goooo" while craking the stick. The guy became meatpast, blasting, of to other universe and beyond, at incredible speed right into a tree some fifty meter farther. For the greatest pleasures of others thrill seakers who came to me to get theirs. Weirdest is, it didnt feel strange even for me. I have to admit, i love it.

So i did my job ! I crafted ! After asking the littles ones to get me some foil of metal, like alluminium you have at home, and who knows how they made it. I made them futuristics looking. Woodden axes, stones one, Armors and put them out for who wants them. i heard fighting there...should have known better. Damn Gorgutter ! Havnt seen them for a day and those guyz were already wearing energy melee weapon and energy armor. It blow my mind when thinking about it now. I do the basics, and the owner will custom them. And orks have a deadly aesthetics that would make OCD and science oriented people alike completly crazy, for sure. Plus they love their stuff. Well, as more intimidating looking thing become more powerfull, it is understandable. You start with a thin alloy cover on some wooden plaque and you come back with the ork version of a terminator armor (for both the oponnents and themselves). i Did make five of those but they werent as impressiv as what i could do with better material.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Two days went by, fast, and we moved. How do i know two days past ? i count a day when the sun change for the other one. A yellow and a dark red one, and as the red one illumination is pretty weak, i count it a night.

That small tribe went up in numbers, from about 15? to at least a hundred.

I really wanted to be the chief, but a big bastard destroyed too much noze while i was busy.

I can't win against him anymore, and i feel compelled to obey that bastard.

Goregutter Nozebreaker. Dirty pig.

Well, i have done some good with the "materials" i got from my little followers.

i got more of them by the way, but they stopped following me after Gorgy won his spot.

That guy is over 2 heads bigger than me already.

What was i busy for? well, got my workshop, wood, a little bit of metal, and some paint based on squig juice. Funny thing is, if enough orks believe, then it is.

The reality, and the immaterial. Two side of a coin.

The immaterial.

An Ethereal parrallel reality, a mirage, the nest of demons, a higher dimention ?

Yes, and much more. Time is not linear in there. As an exemple, Slannesh, demon god of lust, existed since primordial time. But her birth cry (wich started a cataclysm by itself) resonnated when some Eldars, that got too bored, with no oponnent anymore and their immortality, started to dégenerate into their now dark eldar cousins. A dirty story this one.

Now, why would i babled all that you ask ?

It is to explain that when enough orks are together, they create a field in the immaterial. And with that field, the rules are, if enough orks belive, then it is. Simple right ? But the application ? i painted a wooden rocket-like thingy with some red square and flamme, and a wood stick on it, put it in the middle of the "camp". What do you think could happen right...orks came, discussed a bit about this object when an exited one jumped on it like you would ride when he roared "Goooo" while craking the stick. The guy became meatpast, blasting, of to other universe and beyond, at incredible speed right into a tree some fifty meter farther. For the greatest pleasures of others thrill seakers who came to me to get theirs. Weirdest is, it didnt feel strange even for me. I have to admit, i love it.

So i did my job ! I crafted ! After asking the littles ones to get me some foil of metal, like alluminium you have at home, and who knows how they made it. I made them futuristics looking. Woodden axes, stones one, Armors and put them out for who wants them. i heard fighting there...should have known better. Damn Gorgutter ! Havnt seen them for a day and those guyz were already wearing energy melee weapon and energy armor. It blow my mind when thinking about it now. I do the basics, and the owner will custom them. And orks have a deadly aesthetics that would make OCD and science oriented people alike completly crazy, for sure. Plus they love their stuff. Well, as more intimidating looking thing become more powerfull, it is understandable. You start with a thin alloy cover on some wooden plaque and you come back with the ork version of a terminator armor (for both the oponnents and themselves) The one that pain me is actually the really big ass energy claw that formed from a small gauntlet i made to shield an arm. That thing got to the chief, and that thing is what really intimidated me... ah regret, nevermind.

So i made myself and my boyz some equip's too.

Mine is a red light armor, from the torso to my knees, small helmet with mad scientist googles, heavy boots with thruster, you never know when a moonlike could save your life right? and rocket-pack is..a gamble, dangerous more often than not, a splat of blood for a landing isnt what i find interest into if you know what i mean...It didnt diminish at all the new speed freaks of the tribe deligh with those things, good for them i guess.

Then sculted myself 2 nice looking arms, attached to the back of my armor. Less flexible and numerous than our dear Doc octupussy, but bigger and meanier looking. As weapon i made myself two choppa, those were not axes but chain sword, for my new arms, a power claw for my fleshy left, and two shoota, that are the equivalent of auto or semi auto rifle. mine are semi auto. i dont really think i can aim as a pro...and our technology..well, you know...orks, right, but having long range fighting capacity is a bit more appropriate for a mechanics right?

For the little one, i didnt have a lot left but they got themselves a chopa and a slugga each. the slugga is the pistol equivalent. I don't see them being usefull in battle but i promised after all. They stayed with me because i was generous after all. I even made them small garments, they really loved it...well i may have abused for that because i made outfit ressembling a sheep, a pig and a wolf. They were so exited i tryed to maintain composure. So hilarous, it was no jokes...i fucked myself up with that shit, it hurt everytime i see them and their respect for me. How can i afford to laugh after that.

And so we left. The chief, maybe because he is stronger, felt a fight up north, a pretty big one judging from his expression. As we didnt have enough vehicule, appart from a handfull of bikes, for the whole tribe -i need more material to make a transport or something- we marched on for some hours, before the chief stopped to say that he didnt feel the fight anymore. He was really sad to have missed it. Damn me too. But i still asked him to follow where he sensed it, told him maybe someone won the fight and we can defeat the stronger of the two, if we could see their traces. He instantly yelled "DAGRIT SMART ! FIND WINNER, DEFEAT WINNER, BECOME BIGGER WINNER !!" and started his bike again. And as it is an imparable logic, The march evidently redoubled. I just hope it wasnt a total anyhilation andthe winner still there, and that there is hopefully some loot.

So after some hours again, the "night" pointing its nose, we arrived in the middle of a battlefield. And it was empty, for my greatest pleasure. Empty as in no hostile troops ready for a fight. Hundreds of orks bodies, and fuming war machine. Guess we got our tribe transport fleet, yay, more work for me. Opposing them were even more bodies, that i could recognise as the lesser race of the T'au, those beast looking humanoid, Kroots? and a lot of flyers too, vesp..something?vespid!

After assessing the battlefield, i went around to fixe some of the orks one, well, patched holes, repainted and say "now it works" and the deed was done. Hail my genius ! We got 2 big truks looking transport that could contain the the whole tribe and more, with lot of guns on top. I got bothered by the boss who wanted to follow the visible movement of the winner in the middle but, this was clearly an annihilation, as i found no T'au bodies or machinery in the dead and destroyed appart from their lesser . Bad omen that. So i wanted to strenghter the tribe more.

Just before i started my work again to make some tanks or killa can, at least, we received a barrage of laser cannon.

Turning my head to big boom, i saw one of my truck being blasted to smithering.

Those bastards, who dares to blast my creation like that ! turning my head again i saw it.

A detachment of T'au at least two time our scale in real forces, not counting the kroots and vespid.

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T'au command Center of T'au colony, Planet Sables8 of the sables system.

"Commander Shas'Ona'ris, Urgent Report !"

"Go ahead"

"We detected new sign of life on the previous battlefield, fives minutes ago. The signal is less numerous than previous encounter with the patrol, Commander !"

"...the detachment should still be near them, send them back, just make sure they stay on guard, we lost too much allies the previous battle. For the greater good !"

"Yes, Commander ! For the greater Good !"

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"Green skins. Really a tumor of the universe. After a great devourer, this sector is problematic".

"Commander, why don't we launch a full attack, we have the means"

"Never underestimate them, Shas'vre Savs. We will wait for the patrol fleet of the sector to come in five days, then we will destroy their colony. Their number should be greater than us by now, we would have too much loss by attaking. We should reinforce the surveillance of the perimeter still, if only we came earlier..."

" Yes, Commander, i will pass the words"

"it's not urgent, come, let's do some simulation"

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<ZooM ZooM ZooM>

<BOBOooBMMMMMM>

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh ! Boyz, Kill Those little Blue !!"

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaagh"

<BAbabababababang> <DRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA>

<BOOoom BoomBoom>

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Total mayhem. A bunch of disorganised orks, unprepared and outnumbered, rushing joyously right at their ennemies, or more like right at death itself. And i nearly followed. What made me stop was that small voice that whispered <you must survive, you will die> fighting with <No cowering, me orks!> and the unusual calm of my tree stooges, that were seemingly waiting for me. I recovered from my bloodlust just as i saw Gorgutter being atomized by a concentred fire with his escort of poor version of meganobz and their bikes in a single salvo. He didnt last 1min after yelling and rushing first. i Certainly wanted to stop more of my crazy fellows, as we lost our strike force in the first salvo, but they were all red eyes, and already too far away from my yelling to even hear.

"Come" is all i said, after realising it was a lost cause, to my stoodge before jumping on my personnal bikes and got the fuck out of there in the opposite direction of the T'au, as we followed the tracks of the fallen unknown brothers.

yeshh, the sheep, certainly asked me why we didnt waagh with the others and ran like cowards, to wich i responded simply.

"Find boyz to win ! Me want to win"

To wich the tree, with a spark flashing in the eyes, responded :

"""Yesh yosh yish""". Damn, I love those guyz.

Running away and wishing for the best, the tree of them on the passenger "sidecar".

i'm pretty sure at that point that we would be followed, we didnt have much time i guessed. I still had some hope, because even if the fallen were more numerous and better armed, i didnt see any big boss or even nobz. Even our tribe had one, so how come they wouldnt ?!

But i couldnt confirm when we would be taken down, even hours latter there was no sign behind. We passed by an expense of water that we had to dodge. When i saw it i really thaugh it was the end. It still wasnt.

Fear. A semi forgotten feeling. My first battle and i must run away. Me no like it. Fear is for weak ummies, not for orks...ouch, damn headache.

That's when i saw it. And again a semi forgotten feeling...relief. Weird.

From far away, black smoke rising. A strange industrial...city, for lack of better words. Damn that's a big tribe ! hehehehe...i'll get that revenge. i'll Return that fear, ten fold. The one that pain me is actually the really big ass energy claw that formed from a small gauntlet i made to shield an arm. That thing got to the chief, and that thing is what really intimidated me... ah regret, nevermind.

So i made myself and my boyz some equip's too.

Mine is a red light armor, from the torso to my knees, small helmet with mad scientist googles, heavy boots with thruster, you never know when a moonlike could save your life right? and rocket-pack is..a gamble, dangerous more often than not, a splat of blood for a landing isnt what i find interest into if you know what i mean...It didnt diminish at all the new speed freaks of the tribe deligh with those things, good for them i guess.

Then sculted myself 2 nice looking arms, attached to the back of my armor. Less flexible and numerous than our dear Doc octupussy, but bigger and meanier looking. As weapon i made myself two choppa, those were not axes but chain sword, for my new arms, a power claw for my fleshy left, and two shoota, that are the equivalent of auto or semi auto rifle. mine are semi auto. i dont really think i can aim as a pro...and our technology..well, you know...orks, right, but having long range fighting capacity is a bit more appropriate for a mechanics right?

For the little one, i didnt have a lot left but they got themselves a chopa and a slugga each. the slugga is the pistol equivalent. I don't see them being usefull in battle but i promised after all. They stayed with me because i was generous after all. I even made them small garments, they really loved it...well i may have abused for that because i made outfit ressembling a sheep, a pig and a wolf. They were so exited i tryed to maintain composure. So hilarous, it was no jokes...i fucked myself up with that shit, it hurt everytime i see them and their respect for me. How can i afford to laugh after that.

And so we left. The chief, maybe because he is stronger, felt a fight up north, a pretty big one judging from his expression. As we didnt have enough vehicule for the whole tribe, i need more material to make a transport or something, we marched on for some hours, before the chief stopped to say that he didnt feel the fight anymore. He was really sad to have missed it. Damn me too. But i still asked him to follow where he sensed it, told him maybe someone won the fight and we can defeat the stronger of the two, if we could see their traces. He instantly yelled "DAGRIT SMART ! FIND WINNER, DEFEAT WINNER, BECOME BIGGER WINNER !!" and started his bike again. And as it is an imparable logic, The march evidently redoubled. I just hope it wasnt a total anyhilation andthe winner still there, and that there is hopefully some loot.

So after some hours again, the "night" pointing its nose, we arrived in the middle of a battlefield. And it was empty, for my greatest pleasure. Empty as in no hostile troops ready for a fight. Hundreds of orks bodies, and fuming war machine. Guess we got our tribe transport fleet, yay, more work for me. Opposing them were even more bodies, that i could recognise as the lesser race of the T'au, those beast looking humanoid, Kroots? and a lot of flyers too, vesp..something?vespid!

After assessing the battlefield, i went around to fixe some of the orks one, well, patched holes, repainted and say "now it works" and the deed was done. Hail my genius ! We got 2 big truks looking transport that could contain the the whole tribe and more, with lot of guns on top. I got bothered by the boss who wanted to follow the visible movement of the winner in the middle but, this was clearly an annihilation, as i found no T'au bodies or machinery in the dead and destroyed appart from their lesser . Bad omen that. So i wanted to strenghter the tribe more.

Just before i started my work again to make some tanks or killa can, at least, we received a barrage of laser cannon.

Turning my head to big boom, i saw one of my truck being blasted to smithering.

Those bastards, who dares to blast my creation like that ! turning my head again i saw it.

A detachment of T'au at least two time our scale in real forces, not counting the kroots and vespid.

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------------ 1hours earlier earlier---------------

T'au command Center of T'au colony, Planet Sables8 of the sables system.

"Commander Shas'Ona'ris, Urgent Report !"

"Go ahead"

"We detected new sign of life on the previous battlefield, fives minutes ago. The signal is less numerous than previous encounter with the patrol, Commander !"

"...the detachment should still be near them, send them back, just make sure they stay on guard, we lost too much allies the previous battle. For the greater good !"

"Yes, Commander ! For the greater Good !"

-----------1 min later---------

"Green skins. Really a tumor of the universe. After a great devourer, this sector is problematic".

"Commander, why don't we launch a full attack, we have the means"

"Never underestimate them, Shas'vre Savs. We will wait for the patrol fleet of the sector to come in five days, then we will destroy their colony. Their number should be greater than us by now, we would have too much loss by attaking. We should reinforce the surveillance of the perimeter still, if only we came earlier..."

" Yes, Commander, i will pass the words"

"it's not urgent, come, let's do some simulation"

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<ZooM ZooM ZooM>

<BOBOooBMMMMMM>

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh ! Boyz, Kill Those little Blue !!"

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaagh"

<BAbabababababang> <DRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA>

<BOOoom BoomBoom>

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Total mayhem. A bunch of disorganised orks, unprepared and outnumbered, rushing joyously right at their ennemies, or more like right at death itself. And i nearly followed. What made me stop was that small voice that whispered <you must survive, you will die> fighting with <No cowering, me orks!> and the unusual calm of my tree stooges, that were seemingly waiting for me. I recovered from my bloodlust just as i saw Gorgutter being atomized by a concentred fire with his escort of poor version of pseudo meganobz(weaker version of the real one, that are equivalent to the space marines terminator) and their bikes in a single salvo. He didnt last 1min after yelling and rushing first. i Certainly wanted to stop more of my crazy fellows, as we lost our strike force in the first salvo, but they were all red eyes, and already too far away from my yelling to even hear.

"Come" is all i said, after realising it was a lost cause, to my stoodge before jumping on my personnal bikes and got the fuck out of there in the opposite direction of the T'au, as we followed the tracks of the fallen unknown brothers.

yeshh, the sheep, certainly asked me why we didnt waagh with the others and ran like cowards, to wich i responded simply.

"Find boyz to win ! Me want to win"

To wich the tree, with a spark flashing in the eyes, responded :

"""Yesh yosh yish""". Damn, I love those guyz.

Running away and wishing for the best, the tree of them on the passenger "sidecar".

i'm pretty sure at that point that we would be followed, we didnt have much time i guessed. I still had some hope, because even if the fallen were more numerous and better armed, i didnt see any big boss or even nobz. Even our tribe had one, so how come they wouldnt ?!

But i couldnt confirm when we would be taken down, even hours latter there was no sign behind. We passed by an expense of water that we had to dodge. When i saw it i really thaugh it was the end. It still wasnt.

Fear. A semi forgotten feeling. My first battle and i must run away. Me no like it. Fear is for weak ummies, not for orks...ouch, damn headache.

That's when i saw it. And again a semi forgotten feeling...relief. Weird.

From far away, black smoke rising. A strange industrial...city, for lack of better words. Damn that's a big tribe ! hehehehe...i'll get that revenge. i'll Return that fear, ten fold.