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I've recently decided to start a Speed Freeks army, and wanted to give the impression of a grouping of ramshackle mobs and tribes in a joint effort rather than just one tribe. The following is how it all started. Apologies for the terrible pacing and lax descriptions; I'd say that I'm going for impressions more than detail, but that strikes me as a cop-out.
Let me know what you think, people.
Bad Makz shielded his eyes against the glare of the setting sun as he watched the horizon from his platform above the campfire. In the distance he saw more silhouettes of vehicles grinding towards him across the sweeping sands. More boyz to hear his offer. Clearly, the humies had been a real problem of late; combined with the mobs currently in attendance, he couldn’t remember when he’d seen so many.
He heard a growl from below, and glanced at the waiting throng of orks around him. Several were starting to get bored, and he heard many scuffling feet and clinking weapons. One of them glared up at him and gripped one of the supporting struts of his platform. He would have yanked it clear if Makz hadn’t decided to bellow to the group at large.
“Ladz! I knows why you is ‘ere! You knows why you is ‘ere! You is ‘ere coz You is ‘ere coz you wants humie blood!”
A roar went up from the assembled company; engines were revved, guns fired skyward and animalistic sounds bawled from a hundred or more green throats. Makz joined in the screaming until it died down.
“But da humies’ve learned to fight! Dey’ve learned ‘ow to ‘ave us, to turn us against each uvva an’ forget da ways of da Uz, wot we should remember for as long as Gork frows da sun at Mork! Dey’ve made us inter rocksquigs, crushin’ us under dere boots. We’z need ter learn how ter be like da wurms! We needs ter swallow dem yeller humie scums whole!”
His words were followed by another series of roars and a chant began: “Swallow ‘em whole! Swallow ‘em whole! Swallow ‘em whole!”
“Yersss!” Bad Makz yelled above the din, “swallow ‘em whole! And we needs ter do it ‘ow? We needs ter be da wurm, we needs ter learn from da desert. We needs to ter follow its ways. When it dun’t want fings on it, wadderit do?”
He paused, arms spread wide as he shouted the question skyward. When his voice had stopped echoing around the twisted metal of the fort, no noise remained apart from the crackling of the fire. Bad Makz reached for the fuel can he’d carried onto the platform a few hours before.
“IT BURNS ‘EM!” he roared, and flung the canister into the fire. A ball of flame roared up into the sky from the fire, throwing light on the hundreds of green faces and glinting off the metal of their owners’ weapons. Bad Makz, now lit only by the increased blaze of the fire, spoke again.
“It burns ‘em out, an’ we needs ter burn ‘em out too! An’ I knows how. I’s had Mork whisperin’ in me lug each night as ‘e hides Gork’s sun frum ‘im. We’s need ter take da fight ter da humies! We needs ter hit ‘em like da wurm hits, burn ‘em like da sun burns! And ‘ow duz da wurm hit?” he paused again, hearing the low growls of assent starting to reverberate around the fort. “It ‘its wiv one strike! And ‘ow does da sun burn? Wiv one ray! ‘Ow do dey both ‘urt!? AS ONE!!!”
The answering roars were deafening. One yell prevailed: “As one! As one! As one!” It rolled over and over and over again amongst the orks, with plumes of flame tearing skyward from the multitude of ramshackle vehicles and the orks clutching burnas. Bad Makz held up his hand for silence and the orks stilled again.
“An’ I want us ter strike as one! Wiv Mork whisperin’ in my ear an’ you ladz tearin’ at da humies an’ not each uvva, we can wipe ‘em from dis world! HOOSE WIV ME!?”
The resulting uproar almost made Makz’ ears bleed. He reflected that they’d made an awful mess of his fort, that his ladz would have to clear bodies out of it come the dawn. But no matter. He had many more ladz to help now.
What a cool start. I really want to read more of this so keep it coming.
A good start. Seems pretty smart for an ork, but that could just be him.
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Ooh.. Really good stuff.
As albino says, it's a bit more intelligent than some of the ork fluff, but I kind of prefer it in a way. Warbosses should be smart, I think, savage and brutally smart, which is how Makz sounds.
(it's just occured to me, is the name a reference to a certain character played by a young Mel Gibson?)
There's another (non-Mel Gibson) reference in there too, if you look.
I agree about the warbosses being smarter, or at least more cunning. Playing them as halfwits just seems such a copout...I mean, they're still running an interstellar army, albeit orky style. A warboss is the guy who can't/won't do well on the written test, but then all of a sudden he's running the local gang into dominance, that sort of thing.
Well.. there's the obvious dune thing with the worms.. But I figured that was too obvious to comment on.