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here's the story behind my own army.
Ghartrok was on Fi'rios during the tau colonisation as a body guard of the Warboss. The Waagh got defeated by the Tau who used the environment to their advantage and kept luring the Orks in their cunning traps.The Orks fought ferociously and the war cost many lives on both sides.
After the Waagh got defeated, Ghartrok was forced to retreat to the dead world Doton, where he swore to take back the planet that belonged to the Orks. On Doton he quickly showed the other Orks that he was the boss and started a new clan who concentrated on Ghartrok's preferred method of attacking: storming in with Trukks and chopping the enemy from up close, He knew that the Tau lacked the strength up close to prevent him from "stomping 'nd klawing" with his Powerklaw. The new formed clan soon took the name "Trukk Rushas" to emphasise this even more.
Ghartrok ruled his clan using his sheer power to let them know he meant business, and even though his rule was hard he quickly earned the respect of his boyz. and the Meks made him a suit of mega-armour, just because he was “Da Orkiest boss ever” enabling him to"stomp more and 'arder".
Orks need to fight, and on Doton there wasn't anything else to fight against except themselves. It wasn't long until the Clan split in two,the other clan was ruled by an Nob under the name Untrog da Trashar. The war between the two clans went on for several years and ended because Ghartrok literally stomped Untrog with his Klaw, This earned him the name "Klawstompa". Now having a clan bigger, better and greener then ever, Ghartrok decided it was time to start his Waagh against the Tau.
The Trukk Rushas rely on quick close combat with fire support during the assault towards the enemy line. They use trukks to provide much needed mobility and most of the Orks are equipped with weapons that enable them to assault as well as giving fire support. Ghartrok has learned from the war on Fi’rios and trained his Orks in countering traps and launching their own. The Trukk Rushas are cunning and use tactics surprisingly sophisticated for Orks, even going so far as launching several raids at once, forcing to the defender to either split the reinforcements available or surely loose one or several important locations.
The Trukk Rushas launched a Waagh against the Tau and the Imperium of Man, focused on getting their old home planet back and destroying every last “hummie” or “blue skin” there is on the Eastern Fringe.
"Get moving you lazy gits! Them shooty ladz are over 'ere!" Ghartrok said while smashing one of Untrog’s shootas with his giant klaw. He raised his big shoota and made several holes in the Ork next to him while grabbing another victim with his klaw, after crushing the last shoota he casually threw it away behind him. The body landed in the wet grass with a dry thud.
Several bullets deflected from his klaw, when he turned in the direction where the fire was coming from he saw an enemy warbike emerging behind cover from two trees, when he was about to shootit, he saw that one of his trukks was on a ramming course, he felt a moment of pride as he saw the two vehicles collide. The bike driver disappeared underneath the trukk’s wheels. The sound of shattering bones sounded the end of it’s life.
An other trukk stopped before him, there were some nobz in it. "Boss, we iz going after them other nobz!" One of the nobz shouted, when Ghartrok climbed onboard "No! We iz going after Untrog to show 'im how a good stomping really goes!" Ghartrok replied while grinning, he liked stomping. The trukk driver was either very skilled or absolutely mad as he drove the engine to it’s limit, driving through the forest with high speed dodging trees and clan mates, except grots, they had to dodge him or became road kill.
One of Untrog’s tankbustas saw the Trukk and fired a rokkit at it, the driver tried to evade it, but the rokkit smashed against the trukk’s right side. Sending Ghartrok and the nobz airborne and violently throwing them to the ground.
Ghartrok ignored the pain he had, caused by his head wound, the scar would make him look even more orkier. He looked around to see what happened to the others, he saw the driver’s head close to his feet, he couldnt find the rest of him. He also saw the brown pants of one of the nobz, but again he could find anything except that. But he also saw 5 nobz getting up to their feet again, shouting and taunting in excitement.
Suddenly Untrog, accompanied by 8 nobz, emerged from behind the trees and assaulted Ghartrok and his nobz. “So yer finally came looking for a fight ya filthy grot!” Ghartrok taunted at Ultrug, who snarled and lunged with his powerklaw at Ghatrok as an reply. Ghartrok dodged the blow to his torso but the klaw managed to cut the power cable of his left leg, rendering it useless.
Ghartrok cursed and blocked another blow with his big shoota, while making an overhead blow with his own klaw. The klaw landed right on target and crushed Ulntrog’s head, moving it somewhere between the Ork’s lungs.
“Now thatz what I call a proper ‘nd Orky stomping!” Ghartrok shouted while aiming his big shoota at one of the, now leaderless, nobz. Squeezing the trigger, Ghartrok expected the Nobz' head to explode in a cloud of blood and gore, instead the gun jammed as a result from the blow of the powerklaw. Ghartrok swore, again, and swung his mighty powerklaw against the nobz' torso, effortlessly throwing it of it's feet and shattering it's ribs and ruining intestines.
He felt something tinkering with his legs and looking down, he saw a Grot,or Gretchin, busy repairing his broken leg. Suddenly it jumped down and ran away. Ghartrok could move again, he noticed the sounds of the battle getting less and less loud, the fight was over, or at least almost over. He walked back towards the main line of the battlefield and was just in time to see the last of Untrog's Orks surrender, they asked for forgiveness and as an answer Ghartrok crushed their heads with his klaw.