'Ere's da prepo-- prosop-- sujested klan symbul, boss! We'ze da skory unz, cuz we'ze ded sneeky, but ken still put up a real good foit, see?

Let's get some perimeter defense back in place. Have Gutwort root through the supplies, see if there's enough gubbins to rebuild the shoota emplacements.

rolled 5 = 5

>http://suptg.thisisnootatrueending.com/archive/8833649
>suptg.thisisnootatrueending.com
>noot

Were you typing this by hand?

Not that I mind.

We'z should check out what dakka we'z got left from da vehiculs outside, an' see what dakka we'z got from da base.

we'z shood be lookin' for another fite! Ifz we kant find one fite eachotha! WAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH

rolled 65 = 65

DAKKA
LOTS OF IT

rolled 16 = 16

>>8913806
Things to do today:
Fix wall
Fix gun emplacements
Fix tanks and distribute dakka
Fix MEGA ARMOUR TO HAVE BIGGER SHOOTAS AND CLAWZ
Ensure Grots and gretchin are armed and will look after base

WAAUGH TO HELP DA BIG BOSS UP NORTH

It is midday and the twin suns of the system glow a deep red overhead. The dust storms have acted up again today, but Gutwort did get a chance to check the wreckage earlier, while most of the boyz were still snoozin'.

"Well 'erez da fing Boss. You told me to make the killy kart dead killy, and I did. Seems the rokkits I put on it didn't leave much fer me to fix, hurhur."

>>8913910

Gorkdommot.

Can we at least get that hole in the wall fixed, then? Maybe slap all the leftover nun armor on them?

"Well derez where I can help yer! 'Oomans were still buildin' dis place up when we mashed 'em up, so derez metal stored up in der big buildan. Fixin' that holes no problem, Boss. Gretchen can do it by the end of the day."

>>8913989
>oomans
...this Ork isn't a Predator in disguise, is he?

>>8914034
Heh, I wasn't aware Predators called humans "oomans". That's almost as bad as the Eldar "Monkeigh" thing.

>>8914076
I guess.
Does it help that they view us as more or less equal to Aliens due to how smart and well-armed we are?

>>8914107
Not really. Though bringing up Aliens and Predators makes me want to see a Warboss vs a Yautja, and the hilarious mental image of the Xenomorphs encountering Tyranids and being like "oh shit, we're smalltime".

>>8914129
>Warboss vs a Yautja
We need a drawfag, right now.

Things are moving on a bit slowly. Will post State Of The Waaagh to give you some ideas.

Personal Gear
-1 Gob of Teef
-Mega Armor
Power Klaw, Shoota and Iron Gob.
-Bionik Arse

Important Guys
-Grotlikka.
After technically trying to kill each other, he ended up becoming your sidekick. Dead loyal, if a little unlucky.
-Gutwort.
Mekboy. Relies on his Gretchin slaves to do all the boring work, but loves (and has a major talent for) interesting stuff. Made your Mega Armor.
-The Dok.
A Grot that masterminded an escape from a particularly nasty Squig Herda - possibly the one that you met earlier. His little fingers can stitch up wounds a lot better than any Ork Dok could. Is touchy about the treatment of his "fellow lib'rated gretchen".

Mobs
-42 boyz
7 tough ones with chain-choppas. 4 young ones with shootas. Rest are unarmed, and average.
-6 Squigs
Little, red, bitey and fast.
-44 grots
20 have lasrifles and looted 'ooman equipment. The rest are general labor, mostly oilers.
-32 snotlings
Simple, tiny and mostly ignored. Good at cultivating fungus, and not much else. Keep the squigs away from

Vehicles
-Killy Kart. Warbuggy with rokkit launcha. Fits 4
-3 looted tanks
Rhino chassis. 1 reinforced with a twin-linked big shoota. 1 reinforced with skorcha. 1 skorcha. All fit 6 boyz each. because
-2 Trukks.
Fit 15 boyz comfortably, more if you drive extra slow and make 'em hang off the sides.
-3 Construction Vehicles
1 heavy lifta, 1 digger and 1 bulldozer.

The Base
-Defenses
Metal wall surrounding the base, a tower in each corner. East side has autocannons, but the battle destroyed the weapons on the west.
-Supply & Command Depot
Several storeys high. Majority of building is warehousing and unloading areas. Stairs to the rear leading to makeshift offices over floors.
-Barracks
Three separate buildings. Each can fit 20 Orkz, or at least twice as many runts.

rolled 28 = 28

Shore up dem two towers wot fell down when we wuz fitin', an' see if we can get some dakka out of da wrecks to make 'em nice n shooty.

rolled 65 = 65

>>8914148
Letz search fer sum dakka and equip da boyz.

As with the vehicles, the western towers are utterly destroyed. Gutwort insists that he is up to the challenge of making more, but says that it will take time, and a generator to work some more komplicated machinery.

While the Gretchen seem to have looted most of the flak armor and las weapons for themselves, the reamining dakka in the armory is perhaps better.

[10 grenade launchas, 2 heavy stubbers, 3 rokkit launchas.]

rolled 31 = 31

Get a few of da boyz out west in da buggy an' 'ave a look fer more 'umies. If da crane's still standin', see if we can get a runt up dere to keep an eye out all ova.Move da boyz who ent got no kit into da barracks, an' toss 'em whatever stuff we can spare. Dey can fite out who gets wot in dere.

An' if Grotlikka reckons 'e can set up a coupla tower fings den tell 'im do do it sharpish. Where's Gutwort? 'e's got plenty t'do wiv 'isself. Gubbins need fixin'.

Hmmm, base seems less easily defended, but our new weapon cache, seems like we can turn this base into a hollow shell, and ambush any folks who come along.

Outfit the grenade launchers into some bomma boys, and start laying up an ambush for any one who comes along?

(I've been going through the backlog... why did we take this base from the sorritas... and why aren't we just going off and doing more fighting?)

>>8914382
heavy stuber is a pistol right?

take one of the grenade launchers and tell our mekboy to combine it with a nice shoota

>>8914511
No. Modern-day machine-gun.

>>8914509
It's not safe to stay in camp if we want to get any bigger. Nobs might start getting funny ideas about us. Better to set up our own staging area, since we've got all the expertise we need.

>>8914509
because we could

because we will get to that when we have a place to go back to without worrying about nobs getting pissed that they are not the strongest any more

Build a shrine to Gork and Mork so you have unlimited power!

>>8914148

Letz take dat un unreinforced skorcha tank and give it a rokkit launcha, so we'ze ken take down bigga and badda tanks!

Dis base 'ere 'ad some nuns, so dere's sure to be lotsa 'umie burnas lyin' about. Letz some of da boyz have dem.

rolled 2 = 2

>>8914511
Heavy stubbers are heavy machineguns. Kind of like weaker autoguns.

What happened to the gear of our boyz who got toasted? And da nunz woulda had some dakka at least!

Not ta mention dat sentinel our tank took out, we shoulda be able to loot dat!

Anywayz, gets Gutwort to rig us up a big mikor- loudaspeaker an' a message-r t'ing so we'z can tell da boyz how ta do stuff.

Othar things ta do is make a killy-dozer, an 'eavy crusher an' a bigga digga from dose vehicle machines dere.

rolled 47 = 47

>>8914382
can we post boyz to da wall? if not build a platform to shoot over it wiv.

rolled 18 = 18

>>8914576
WOT KIND OF GIT ARE YA? DA BATTLEFIELD'S DA ONLY SHRINE FER GORK AND MORK!

GET DA GROTS TA PAINT DA TANKS RED, AN' WE'LL GO RACIN TA TEST EM OUT!

(shorthand for tonk patrols while the base is gettin fixed, we can also take out any targets of opportunity like other orks, humans and anything that looks like it'll explode)

rolled 6 = 6

>>8914382
get da snots ta cultivate smore orkses nearby.

Half of the Gretchen seem to have formed a a mob intent on defending their new, seemingly safe camp. Armed with lasguns and flak armor mostly too big for them, they should be able to keep a lookout from the towers at least.

Most of the remaining Grots are oilers, but welding up the walls will take a lot of time. Gutwort says that he can fix up some weapons or the karts today, but probably not both.

Finally, it does turn out that Grotlikka had forgotten to pile up the nuns bodies yesterday. When you search the depot for them, you find 12 bolters.

rolled 59 = 59

too much dakka not enough choppy.

>>8914735

Let's go with the karts. Our boys did just fine without weapons storming this base, so it won't matter to them.

rolled 2 = 2

Allright, dats a start. No boy goez unarmed, ya hear?
Check my math:
7 tough chain-choppas.
4 yoof shootas.
9 grenade bombas (We're using one to upgrade our big shoota)
3 rokkit launchas
12 boltaz (big shootaz)
Dat gives us 6 extra orks with no weapons. They're gonna be drivin da 6 vehicles we'z got.

I want da heavy stubbers in da towerz. Leave da weapons off der tanks, just get em painted fer now.

Howz about we open up da tanks a bit ter make em open-topped? Firin' out rokkits outa da tanks sound good?

>>8914809

Dere's never too much dakka yer grot-lovin' squiggit!

>>8914823
Bolters are more like shootas, i fink, Boss

I think nuns are carting around shootas, not big shootas. Which is fine, don't want that many big shootas slowing our boys down! Get da stubbas up into towers for the grots to use, no respectable ork would use such a puny rat-a-tat-tat

rolled 99 = 99

>>8914809
I OUGHTA KRUMP YA TWICE FER HERRES- HAIRES- BEING A FOOKIN GROT, YAH HEAR!

Throw down commisar hat in disgust.

Start a patrol around the base, get the vehicles 'field tested'. Try out our drivers, see who has an aptitude for it.

get the boyz riled up and see if we got any wyrdboyz

rolled 85 = 85

>>8914845
>>8914880
Fair 'nuff.

Once da stubbers goes up and da tanks get painted we'z gonna do a race around da place and see wat we can see.

rolled 100 = 100

>>8914925
In da tanks, dat is. Wat>>8914902
sed.

>>8914925
>>8914885
>>8914934
WHY DA ZOG ARE YOU WASTIN OUR GOOD ROLLZ ON DAT YA GIT

Frustrated with the slow progress and lack of fings to krump, you throw down the funny hat you knicked from dat 'umie during the raid. Gutwort cackles and takes a wrench from his belt and waves it in the air.

"See dis 'ere, Boss? Gottit from da Big Mek zonkz ago. I call it my lucky wun 'cos he never found out I knicked it. I'll get da tankz fixed up dead quick, roit."

With that he wanders over to the depot to fix up the buggy and tanks. Grotlikka then assures you of similiar speediness and stomps off to boot sum boyz up da arse to get 'em werkin'.

Neither job seems to take long and by early evening, with the boyz help, the wall has been (mostly) welded up good as new, the heavy stubbers have been twin-linked and raised to one of the towers, and all of your karts are now bodged up and painted a dark red (turns out there was none in the base, but Gutwort brought some with him from camp.)

The Dok has spent the day organizing the snotlings, and despite his talk of compassion has not hesitated to knock a few around the head. It seems that there is now a fungus patch in the base, though it is too small to feed all the Orkz.

It is now night time. Do you still want to go racing? If so, roll 1d100 and choose a location (nearby, north/west/east/south whatever)

>>8915000
WEST
OP are we eventually gonna get any wyrdboyz or something?

wait

why haven't we taken one of the autoguns off the towers and bolted it onto our mega armor?
As far as I know, we're still using a standard shoota.
That won't fucking do, chaps

rolled 64 = 64

>>8915000

To da north!

>>8915024
Eventually you can all do whatever you want. Although my original plan was just for you to survive as a lone Ork, once some klever sod decided to shoot up some boyz and bully them into being your minions, I raised my ambitions for Toofsum to Warboss of the star system.

rolled 3 = 3

Which side of the base hasn't got a tower? (Assumin it's north-west) We'z gonna go dat way... dat's da rout up ta da main frontlinez, isn't it?

RACE! RACE! RACE! If we'z lucky we're gonna come across some nice juicy humiez in a light convoy we 'kin raid... at da worst outcome wez gonna find nothin.. or a whole army a humiez comin ta take their base back.

>>8915033
we can always put a rokkit launcha or stubber back up there so I agree

rolled 4 = 4

>>8915058
Dice roll 3
compared to earlier
>>8914934 100
>>8914925 85
>>8914885 99
FUUUUUUUU

I take it you guys are only raising the tanks and buggy, not the trukks? How many boyz are you taking?

>>8915114
ALL DA WUNZ DATZ MUKKIN ABOUT

>>8915114
all of them

we're racing everything. Trukks included. Dat's da only orky way o' doin things

rolled 73 = 73

>>8915114

Da unz dat look like dey'd be all speedy in da driver's seat.

rolled 68 = 68

>>8915114
We'z takin' da tanks and da killa kart (we'z gonna be in da kart ta judge).
We 'kin take Grotlikka wit' us, and about 19 boyz includin' one ta drive da kart.

Bolterz, yoofs and chainsworderz only. Leave da heavies back at base (too much of a chance they'd shoot da other tanks)

rolled 75 = 75

>>8915150
WE'Z NOT TAKIN' DA TRUKKS.

DA BOYZ IN THEM'D SHOOT DA TANKS UP AND DA TANKS'D SHOOT DA BOYZ UP

rolled 6 = 6

>>8915114
Bring the tanks, and the killy kart
Bring 20 boys,
2 chain choppas in each tank, 2 bombas in each the skorcha tanks,

4 more shooty boys in the heavy shoota tank.

The rest in the wagon with us.

Leave behind the rest to keep an eye on the base, we won't go far, to the north!

rolled 99 = 99

Oh, and tell da boyz if yer mess things up at base we'z gonna give em a roit krumpin' afterwards. Gutwort's in charge, an' he'll krump anyone who krumps da grotz. Den yer gonna get patched up by da Dok, and yer not gonna like dat, are ya...

Any good Waaagh needs good drivers, and after relying on your boyz to sort out amongst themselves who gets to drive, you decide to organise a proper speedy race to decide who gets to drive your karts. The boyz, as always, are more than enthused about driving at dangerous speeds, but the prospect of doing it at night and finding some more 'umies to klobber just makes it all the better.

You choose 20 boys to bring along with you, plus Grotlikka. Knowing that the camp can't be left unsupervised, Gutwort and some boyz are left behind to keep The Dok in line and hold the line in case any 'umies turn up wanting their base back. The only "rules" you establish for the race are "If you shoot at da Boss' karts you get fed to da squigs."

You head off north, or at least what you think is north. Knowing that they are competing for a position of prestige in the slowly forming heirarchy of your Waaagh, the drivers are even more reckless than usual. The three of them more or less keep up with one another, and although they refrain from shooting, there is a lot of ramming.

Eventually though one of them - in the shoota tank - takes the lead, and even in the buggy your personal driver sturggles to keep up. Heavy pollution has ensured an almost pitch-black night, and with the rough terrain of this area it will be difficult to keep an eye on the shooty tank if keeps up his speed. What do?

declare the shooty tank the winner and make their driver our personal driver then ask his name

rolled 80 = 80

Immediately fire all our dakka to declare the race over, then when everyone else stops race ahead and declare ourselves the winner.

rolled 29 = 29

Order the kart to start shooting at the shoota truck! Holler at the skorcha tanks to join in! Let's see how fast they can drive when they's getting shot up!

rolled 44 = 44

>>8915377
Wot?! Nuttin' ta fight? Ah, dey've got a good driva anyway, so let's say dey've won da outbound race.

Shoot a rokkit past em ta get their attention, den when they come back tell em yer now racin' back ta base.

Hopefully we'll run into someone on the way back or find a squig-herd or somethin' ta eat.

>>8915406
do this

Someone rolled a 1 to miss the tank in front with a rokkit.

I laughed.

F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5

Datz da boy fer da job! You yell at a boy to signal the end of the race. He fires a rokkit into the air and shortly after the drivers slow to a stop and the winning driver turns around to return to the group.

The karts have come to a stop in an unusual part of the wasteland, overgrown with a variety of strange plants that cling to the floor and encircle rocks. They crunch as you jump off of the buggy, and seem to make a whiney sound as you stomp towards the shooty tank to congratulate the driver.

He is a deranged looking Ork without any armor. He has several slug shaped skars on his chest and Orky glyphs painted on him in blue and red. You tell him he done a good 'un, and that he is now going to be your personal driver. He looked pleased.

"Hurhur, had a feelin' I might win. Boyz said I 'ad a knack fer it since I knocked over da girlnaught."

>>8915733
SHIT WAIT ARE THE PLANTS NID SPORES

rolled 80 = 80

Pat him on the shoulder (try not to break anything) and ask him his name. Then tell your boyz to investigated this plant nonsense.

>>8915733
Give 'im a pat. Let da udda boyz ease off some steam by skorchin some plants fer a coupla minutes, then head back ta base.

We DO have a comlink with da base, right?

Right?

>>8915796

I miss Gorkamorka

I think its gotten pretty dull now. Please let this die out before the horse truly dies.

>>8915836
fuck you just wait a minute

Roit, now we'ze found our persunnal driver, lez get back to da base and skip forward ta tomorrow se we ken krump more 'umies.

>>8915836
If a couple other people ask then I will. Personally think it has potential left, though.

A congratulatory knock on the shoulder is on order, and it seems that he can handle the rough housing. His says that his name is Druzka, but the boyz in his tank start cackling.

"We call 'im Speedy Gorkzales though, Boss!"

Although you couldn't bring any burna boyz, the skorchas on the on the tanks are still full. You order the boys to torch the area - without trapping yourself in a circle of fire.

As the plants wither and die, the low whine of "pain" that they let out when stomped on instead changing to a high pitched shriek. There is no sign of other life (yet), but the flames keep growing and growing, and the smoke should be visible from miles away.

>>8915974
Good. Now head back ta base.Let's see if'n we'z kin shoot anythin' else up while we're headin' bak home.

rolled 82 = 82

>>8915974
roit get goin back ta base.


also, op dont stop. i look foward to these like anything. unfortunatly ive only been able to articiate in 1,3 and this one. i have to stay u late. its 3am here.

>>8915974
HAH I WAS RIGHT THEY WERE TYRANID SPORES

>>8916058
THEY BURNED ANYWAY

The flames spread and creep higher as they spread to the taller plants wrapped around rocky outcrops. Several of your boyz were there at the first battle with the nuns, and, not wanting to get fresh burns, climb back into the karts to leave.

You head back to base quickly, but it seems that path differs from the one you took out. The route is much rockier, and you notice signs of an Ork presence. Glyphs and waaagh banner are hung from cliffs, and your boyz say they can see squigs scuttling in the dark.

What do?

rolled 81 = 81

DA NOBS ARE 'ERE, LEG IT BACK TO BASE

rolled 27 = 27

>>8916123
can we read ork? what do the banners say?


if it seems bad/like da big warboss. RUN FAST HOME. if it looks like more recruits. meet them.

ITS TIME FOR A GOOD OL RANGLIN LETS CAPTURE SOMMMA THEM VARMINTS

>>8916148
The banners depict Ork head and snakes.

rolled 58 = 58

>>8916123
Raid em. Drive round while hollerin' and shootan at the air, and intimidate em.
"GIVE US YER SQUIGS AND YER TEETH, BOYZ, OR WE'LL GIVE YER A SCORCHIN'!"

Either they attack, or they fold. Either way, we'z gonna win!

Snakebites? Waste o' time muckin' abaht wiv dem. Dey ent got no kit.

>>8916176
SWEET OUR TEK IS BETTER THEN THEIR TEK SO WE STOMP EM

rolled 74 = 74

>>8916187
WE'Z GOT BOYZ BACK AT DA BASE WI' NO GRUB

WE'Z GONAN DO SOME SQUIG-RUSTLIN' AND TRAIN UP DA BOYZ A BIT IN REEL COMBAT BEFORE WE'Z GO OF TA DA BIG FOIGHT!

rolled 41 = 41

>>8916176
snake bite boyz. keep going, we dont need a fight wit a rival clan.

>>8916012
This seems so tragic to me. I feel like I've killed a puppy.

Your boyz seem unnerved by the unseen presence of other boyz, and the feeling of being watched from the dark caves lining the cliffs. Some want to leave quickly, not seeing the point in fighting with a rival clan. The others grin cruelly, feeling confident that their freshly looted dakka will be more than a match for the loonie Snakebitez.

Before you can make a call either way, something crunches beneath a wheel of your buggy and a guttural scream is let out from a cave. A hail of spears appear from above, but despite their crude construction pierce the side of a skorcha tank. Several of your boyz start firing wildly at shadows, but the Orky screams have died down, replaced by horrible hissing.

rolled 29 = 29

>>8916305
If there is darkness; make light.

TORCH DA ENTRANCE TA ONE'V DA CAVES, WE'LL CUT OFF DA ENEMY AND BRIGHTEN UP DA NIGHT SO WE 'KIN SEESEE WHAT'S GOIN' ON!

>>8916305
BURN IT ALL

rolled 62 = 62

WAAAAAAAAGH BURN WAAaAAAAAAAGH BURN

>>8916366
BURN IT ALL WAAAUGH
except for the path back out, the logical bit of your mind says. No point in gettin all toasy yerself now.

rolled 51 = 51

sleep time for me again. dont forget to archive this.

rolled 95 = 95

BURN EVERYFIN'

>>8916396
pretty much this

rolled 81 = 81

BURN MAIM KILL

"Light 'em up boyz, cook 'em in dere 'olez!"

The skorcha tanks aim high and the burny fuel spurts out in globs. Several cave entrances are coated, their dark outlines replaced by a wall of flame.

The area is soon illuminated in by the warm orange-glow, but no Snakebitez have appeared. The hissing is as loud as ever, with a mixture of guttural cries of pain, but there are yet caves too high up the cliff face to burn. Shapes shift out of these holes and along the narrow walkways carved into the rock, then cling to the wall and move further down.

As they approach the flame you can see green skin, but it seems that there is something wrong. No Ork should be able to climb that well, and these boyz seem to have purple armor covering them, almost chitinous in appearance.

rolled 26 = 26

>>8916465
SON OF GORK AND MORK GIT OUTTA HERE BOYZ WE NEED ALL DA BOYZ TO TAKE ON DA NIDS

right, first order of business when we get back is to get some boys rokkit packs so they can jump up to those places.

also, does our power armor have jump jets? Nids are smalltime for warboss 'ardass

rolled 18 = 18

>>8916465
WELL IF DA BURNY CAN'T REACH 'EM USE DA SHOOTY.

An get drivin', we don' want any o' dem spikes gettin in our noice shoiny wagon again.

rolled 51 = 51

>>8916502
LET'S WATCH EM BURN, BOYZ! BACK UP AND BURN DA PATH BEHIND US!

DEN WE'LL HAVE FUN KRUMPIN DA BIG ONES ONCE WE'Z TOASTED DA LITTLE ONEZ!

Dunno 'ow I knowz dat. Must be somo'dat weirdboy mindfield.

>>8916502
sadly not.

rolled 63 = 63

>>8916524
(translated)

Get der fook out in reverse and set up fire behind us. We'll take on the 'Nids, but let them go through the fire first.

i say take this slimey critters head on. Aint no TY-RAN-NIDS gonna stop us!
Capture as many as possible, if we can't tame them, our grots will love the taste

"'ere we go again Boss! We'z gotta zog off!" Grotlikka says, shaking Druzka on the shoulder and pointing a finger of his power klaw to the exit. The buggy spins around and dashes speeds out, followed by the tanks as they ram each other to get out first.

The skorchas start aiming for the ground, the shoota for the cliff face. Those Orkz hit squelch and write and spit out violet blood, but several cling tightly to the rock even with missing limbs.

The inferno covering the exit burns fiercely. Those quigs stupid enough to attempt to pass it melt into gooey puddles. The hissing never stops though, and it seems that the swarm of climbing Orknids are not adversed to great leaps, either. Several dozen coat the walls of the cliffs, and many more have scuttled and leaped over the flames blocking the entrance. They don't walk like Orkz, preferring to gallop using their lean, pale arms as front legs. Now closer than ever, you notice that they have elaborate carapce structures on their heads.

>>8916647
continue to retreat and fire at those orknids who pursue us.
if we have a comlink to the base, alert them that we may be coming in hot and will need quick response

rolled 61 = 61

Shoot at em as we run! Deez boyz is wierd! Don't wanna end up like em!

rolled 4 = 4

>>8916647
Blast em, boyz. Runnin' fire back ta base. I ain't gonna waist our choppas on dese runts.

Culd be genestealaz! LEG IT!

rolled 90 = 90

If you'z close enuff to see 'em prop'ly, yer too close! Go fasta and dakka harda!

Their movements a perverse mixture of charge and insectile crawl, these strange Snakesbites gnash their teeth and let out chatter to each other, overwhelming hunger and malevolence in their eyes. You tell your boys to speed up and away, but before one of your skorchas can gather enough speed several Orknids leaped atop it, swarming in such numbers that the skorcha was not able to stop them all. The gunner yells out as he gives up and tries to retreat inside the vehicle, but is cut off when an Orknid reaches him and bites into his head.

The rest of your karts are now outpacing the Orknids, but thuds are rumbling the ground, and increasing in speed. From behind the flames an enormous shape can be seen...it's a Squiggoth!

rolled 20 = 20

"WUT DA ZOG!?"

rolled 76 = 76

In the name of my Orksestors...GET DAT SQUIGGOTH!

rolled 18 = 18

tame dat beast

rolled 67 = 67

FIRE EVERYFIN WE GOT AT ITS 'EAD

Maybe da boyz back 'ome can 'ear us if we do, den dey'll come runnin' fer a fitin'.

rolled 31 = 31

>>8916782
Bloody'ell! We'z got ourselves a big'un!

DIS is worth gettin' out da clawz for!

Tell da other tanks ta keep blazin at da nids... Drive up ta da high ground above da squiggoth! We'z gonna make a BOMBIN' RUN!

Oi! I want dat Squiggoff! Bring 'er down n klobber it until it does wut I want!

rolled 26 = 26

>>8916834

bloody 'ell

rolled 54 = 54

Go Kratork, Ork of War, on it's ass and assert our orkyness upon it.

>>8916782
Stop our kart immediately

Walk out and face the squiggoth, use the crocodile dundee method to tame the beast

Ride it back to base for MAXIMUM PROFIT

PIC RELATED, IT'S HOW IT'S DONE SON

rolled 65 = 65

>>8916834

WAAAAAAAAGH!

rolled 5 = 5

>>8916843
>>8916843
>>8916843
>>8916843

we need to stay a good distance ahead of of the orknids, but keep their attention until we get back to the base. I'm assuming that this squigoth has had some kind of tyranid influence? in which case it has to be put down.

Enormous beyond compare, none of your boyz have ever seen such a specimen of Squiggly might before. And certainly not one like this.

The thuds reach a terrible rhythm as the Squiggoth moves through the flames, too wide to fit the gap but too strong to be stopped. It crushes the lesser creatures running beside it as it goes, roaring and thrashing awfully.

Though difficult to see in the poorly illuminated distance, it almost seems that it has too many limbs...

Your boyz have trained their guns on it but to little effect. Your skorcha does not want to slow down enough to get in range, while your shooty tank seems to only enrage it further. It is doubtful that you can outrun it in the open, and the only significant terrain features are disappearing in the distance behind you.

rolled 8 = 8

>>8916884

Dem orkynidz came from da cavez ya git, squiggoth is too big ta fit in 'dere!

rolled 51 = 51

>>8916900
Just keep shooting at it, and prepare to launch onto its head if it catches up to us. An' go fer da eyes if we do.

>>8916900
ATTAAACK!

rolled 13 = 13

>>8916900
OI, DO WE GOTS ANY CHAINS? I'M GONNA JUMP ON THIS BEASTIE AND KRUMP IT TILL IT LISTENS TO ME, AND DEN WE GONNA LOOT IT!

rolled 89 = 89

>>8916966
What da zog? No, no, no, NO. YOU LISTEN TA ME YA SO CALLED DICE GODS- YOU IZ MUCKIN ABOUT, AND I IZ GONNA KRUMP YA REAL GOOD IF'N YOU DON'T START GIVIN ME SOME GOOD ROLLS!

>>8917007
NOW DATS WHAT I'M TALKIN BOUT!

>>8916966
do this. CHOKE OUT A SQUIGOTH

Your boyz carry on firing at the Squiggoth but it is no use. Now far from the illuminating glow of promethium, it is difficult to aim and even more difficult to tell when the shots hit.

There are still several rokkits left in the buggy, but the launcha is inaccurate at the best of times...

rolled 33 = 33

>>8917033
Tie all da rokkits togevva.
Put em in da launcha.
Slow right down like.
When da zoggin fing opens it's mouf real close like, fire 'em all down its bleedin' neck. Can't miss dat shot.

rolled 67 = 67

>>8917033
Which way'z we headin'? We shuld be headin ta da main orky camp! Dat'll be a right larf! Tell da other tanks ta peel orf and bug out back ta base, we'z gonna grab dat Squiggoth's attention with'n our rokkits and make it chase us all da way ta da Ork camp!

rolled 53 = 53

>>8917033
Wait a sec... NEW PLAN! Lure this git back ta da goffs base, we'll jump it there! Da warboss'll be REALLY ZOGGIN impressed when we tame a squiggoth roight in fronta him.

rolled 73 = 73

"Oi! Brind me closa to dat squig! I want to hit it with my klaw!"

Mount the squig and ride it into the nearest battle!

>>8917057
>Tie all da rokkits to our power armor.
>Put us in da launcha.
>Slow right down like.
>When da zoggin fing opens it's mouf real close like, fire us at it's bleedin' face. Can't miss dat shot.


fixed for proppa orkyness

>>8917092
As the author of that post, I can say that I wholeheartedly approve.

>>8917070
I vote this.

Thinking hard as time runs out, you decide on a taktik - when dakka fails, get choppy.

"Oi! Brind me closa to dat squig! I want to hit it with my klaw!"

The boyz look at each other with some concern. Druzka listens though, and slows down attempting to match the squiggoth's pace.

It is dark, but with the distraction of slug fire from the shooty tank, you manage to line up besides the beast. From this distance it is clear that there are other creatures clinging to it, and something weird and shifting hanging below...

They don't call your Toofsum 'ardarse for nothing.

rolled 92 = 92

Launch a rokkit at the weird hangy fing and make your chanrge

>>8917160
try to burn the hanging thing

Your gunner twists the launcha around and fires a rokkit beneath the squig, a direct hit on the shifting mass of it's underbelly. It explodes with the sound of shraphnel bursting pustules and shredding blubber, purple blood and bits of tentacle flying in all directions.

The squiggoth trips and sprawls on the floor, roars of agony as more blood pools out from it. Druzka keeps the car close, circling it at speed for safety. There are still alien cries of pain, and Orknids scuttling off of it.

Leave it or attack?

>>8917299
why are you even asking ?
ATTAK EET

>>8917299
FINISH DA ZOGGIN JOB ROIT AND PROPPA LIKE

rolled 47 = 47

>>8917299
TELL DA BOYZ TA KEEP DER PURPLE GITZ OFFA ME, I'M GOIN' IN!

As the killa kar goes past the head, JUMP RIGHT ONTO IT! THEN KLAW YER WAY TER VICTORY!


(If this is the only big 'nid in the area, the rest of the orknids'll go feral. Even if it doesn't we're ROCK ARD)

>>8917299
BURN IT ALL

rolled 100 = 100

We gotz ta foight, after all we needs some orns for our mega armor

>>8917337
/squiggoth

>>8917337
YER ROLLIN' TOO GOOD, WE'Z ONLY SUPPOZED TO BLOW THE BLOODY DOORS OFF!

KRUMP IT GOOD WIF DA KLAW

rolled 40 = 40

"ALL TOGEDDA NOW!!! Time ta FOIGHT an' WIN like we was meant ta do!"

Bring up the scorchas, advance in line and build up a warchant! It's time to get orky on dese fake orks! Toofsum at the front showing de lads 'ov it's done!

>>8917160
Mr. Mayork, the mission burns
the wyrdboyz are marching, they close on the square
Gubbins are cold, look down at their souls
huddled in camps on the old marble steps of City Hall
Faith in their Gork, that's all that they've got
Across the room, beyond the pain
the whole camp is churning, bleeding and burning, hailstorms and ash
The moon is as blood
over the Nobs who sag in the mud.

Save our city
Keep our souls, Gork
Through the rapture
of this WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

Little yoof, I'm just a ork, a mere civil servant
against this tyranid mob
I've allied with our boss, salvation he brings
protecting the city against all the troops Humies sent
but the dead walk again, this is the end.
Oh I'm just a Nob, my time has come
Long live Warboss Simius! May he deliver us from this nightmare!
And with a blast like the sun
his lips are unwrapped from the barrel of his gun.

Save our city
Keep our souls, Gork
Through the rapture
of this WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

Druzka slows the kart down as you make a close pass of the squiggoth. Without any finesse you jump out of the kart and crash to the ground, rattling the looser bits of your mega armor. The kart slows down a little further on and keeps in close range, your boys picking off the scuttling Orkynids that they can see. Few seem to be advancing on you, but at this close range you can see a bigger problem - the squiggoth's belly seems to be spewing forth dozens of smaller, gribblier beasts.

You advance towards it without any hesitation, shooting as you go and easily cleaving in half off the burnt up Ork hybrid that attempted to pounce on you. The Squiggoth is dying, and still on the ground, but it is thrashing and roaring, it's vast, razor sharp tusks reaching meters in front of its head. You continue to fire at the massive open wound on it's stomach, the internal organs and its spawn bursting and exploding again and again.

In the distance you can hear your two remaining tanks dealing with their own problems.

You charge the head, ignoring the oozing balls of teeth crawling up your suit as you reach out with your power klaw. The beast connects with a hit and you are knocked back slightly, but your grip was strong and managed to snap off the tusk. Unable to reach you with the other, you hurry on and reach it's face, ficing directly at it's eyes. Squealing, shrieking and now blind, it is helpless as you finally plunge your klaw through its ear, powdering bone and frying what little brain matter it had.

[God, sorry for taking so long with replies today, I swear I have Nurgle's Rot.]

>>8917506
finally! a right and proppa set o' tusks for our iron gob

>>8917516
It's fine, this quest is glorious.
Also I want your babies

rolled 87 = 87

Fuck yeah!

Time to clean up the rest and see if tyranids taste good! How much squiggoth hybrid can be towed back to base? Bringing back some game meat - that'll impress the lads. Any lottable armor carapace will come in handy, sharp bone bits can be stuck on fings to make them orkier an' the skull will look AWSUM if it's mounted in the base! (and painted)

Can

>>8917594
mounted in the base?

Why not make ourselves a new helmet?

rolled 51 = 51

>>8917506
SCREAM. YES.

WAAAAAAGH.

THIS IS WAAAAAAAAAAGH!

>>8917516
crush the thing crawling on us and then rally the boyz.

rolled 68 = 68

Let out a massive Waaagh! Then start rolling on the ground! As fast as we can, back to our ride, smashing everything that crawls on or near us!

rolled 96 = 96

>>8917516
(Don't worry, OP, you're fine~)

The great squiggly beast of the Bugboyz dead, you let out a Waaagh cry louder than ever before, demonstrating quite clearly how much bigger and 'arder you are now. The grubby parasites crawling all over you are difficult to reach however, and impossible to shoot, but fortunately your only exposed point is your head. Swarming and ravenous, the centipede-like creatures head for your face and attempt to crawl into your mouth, oozing with a green acid.

I guess they didn't realise that you were getting kinda hungry, anyway.

After eating every single one of the gitz that try to crawl into you, you survey the scene. It is several miles from the Snakebite caves and the majority of the horde will take quite a while to reach your group, if they are even still trying. Those few Orkynids that hitched a ride on the squiggoth have been shot by the boyz on your buggy, or have fled the scene under the cover of darkness [lol cliche]. It's time to mop things up.

The entire carcass of the beast is far too big to drag back to the base, but the skull, a portion of the carapace, the tusks and maybe a few bones should be easily doable. Indeed, it takes a mere moment to break off the other tusk with your klaw, and a pair of chain-choppa boys manage to cut off it's head and a section of carapace without any trouble.

head home now?

>>8917784
yes

Our kart goes first, with only us and our driver
Put the head on the hood of the kart and carry the tusks so we can raise them when we give a mighty WAAAAGH upon entering the base

>>8917784
Let's go back and see if we'z can salvage da tank dat got bit. If not, we'z gonna head back ta base. Even though we krushed dis squiggoth like a squig, something still stinks.

rolled 84 = 84

>>8917784
Yes! Let's get home and show off what a big ol' hero we are.

rolled 57 = 57

head back to da camp fore any humies show up and we gitz stuck in da crossfire

Did we lose the flame tank? Could we get an encounter summary, please?

rolled 100 = 100

Take the squiggoth skull and mount it on your buggy!

It will be our new totem

If it's too big for the buggy wait until we get a battlewagon.

rolled 99 = 99

>>8917868

100

Damn. I wish I had that much luck when rolling during a battle.

rolled 79 = 79

>>8917835
Salvaging the tank and seeing if any boyz are still alive'd be good. Rollin' to see how well they did.

rolled 65 = 65

Bring home the bacon and celebrate! Tell the boyz they'd better grow big an' strong real fast.

Did anyone get wounded that needs the dok's attention? If not then pick a boy, wound him yourself and have the dok make himself useful. No slacking off in Camp Bakkhakka!!!

>You tell your boys to speed up and away, but before one of your skorchas can gather enough speed several Orknids leaped atop it, swarming in such numbers that the skorcha was not able to stop them all. The gunner yells out as he gives up and tries to retreat inside the vehicle, but is cut off when an Orknid reaches him and bites into his head.
We may (probably) have lost a tonk. Apart from that we got away scott free, but one tonk is STILL almost a quarter of our heavy armour gone. I was hoping to make a tank/vehicle-heavy army to help smash the humies with, but it looks like there's a new threat.

Great chunks of squiggoth meat, carapace, bone and tusks are piled into the kart until the boyz have to hang off the edges just to fit.

You have to head past the Snakebite caves to get back to camp anyway, so checking for the skorcha tank isn't much effort. It appears the the tank - and Orknidz have dissappeared, however, though the fires still rage in their cave system. Your convoy continues on back to the camp, the night almost turning to a dirty morning as you pull through the gates.

The gretchen on guard duty seem to have been supervised by several Orkz, but the majority of the base is sadly asleep for your triumphant return and display of trophies.

It seems that work continued late into the night while you were gone, however, and all the damage to the buildings exteriors has been bodged up.

Leaving some boyz to sort out the spoils, you head off for a snooze.

[Leave thread here y/n?]

>>8918098
(Have a good rest, OP! I'll get the thread on suptg if it's not already)

>>8918098
start new thread

damn orkynids nicked our tank! Outta head back there later with all the boyz and lay some hurt down

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>>8918098
Catch ya next time OP

>>8918165
'Nids are good fightan, but they make poor lootan. Let's stick ta scrappin' with da humies until we'z done in one enemy, then we'z can kill off da big'unz with mo-dakka.

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>>8918147
[Tempting. If you guys want me to, and can cope with some potentially illness-affected QMing I'll do it.]

rolled 84 = 84

>>8918264
DOO EEET. We need to get the base going in the right direction, timeskip a little and then start fighting huuumies.

>>8918264
Up to you. We can hold the thread for a bit longer.

Recommend we go to bed.

And you OP, will get some time think the next plot hooks ^^

Hmm. On second thought I guess I am too sick and sleepy to make a second thread work tonight. I'll post part seven early tomorrow though. Probably before midday GMT.

Thanks for playing again. Email is in field for comments/complaints/etc. Criticism is especially encouraged - only way I know what to focus on/improve.