You were one of the boyz present at the first battle with the Burny Nunz. Despite a proper Orky effort on your part it was ultimately the surprise arrival of the Warboss and his heavily-armed warbuggy that saved you and many others from a promethium bath. Since then, you have fought by his side and have grown into a mean, skarred up looking git. Grotlikka has decided that searching for a fight in one place at a time is not good enough for the Boss, and has ordered you to head far south in search for the the main 'umie camp.
The majority of Bakkhakker's forces are with him or left to watch over the outpost. However, it has been arranged for you to get a mob of four sneaky gitz to whip into a dead killy kommando mob. You have also been given access to some of the Mek's nicest equipment, and a wartrukk to travel in.
1) What is your name?

2) Do you have any questions for Grotlikka before you depart?

1- Killboy Deffdakka

2-- giv uz sum toofs ya git

get the mechboy to tinker wif me gun

2. Should we be Brutal but Kunnin or Kunnin but Brutal?

>>9164062

Reasonable question, its important to know your focus.

Also, get the mekboy to paint the trukk pink, 'cuz da 'umies on guard are lookin fer Orky vehicles n' orky vehikles are not pink, so when da 'umie sees the pink trukk he'll think it isn't an ork vehikle an forget it.

>>9164087
NAH IZ GOTTA BE REEL SNEEKY LIKE AN' ALL

LETZ GO YA ZOGGIN GITZ

>>9164112
SHADDAP YA GIT, WUT'S MORE SNEEKY DAN A PINK TRUKK?

Wez betta paint ourselvez green so that them umie gitz won't see uz comin.

>>9164087
GOOD FINKIN, YOU'Z DA SMARTEST!

>>9164167
A ZOGGIN BLAK TRUKK AN WE GO AT NITE. GET THE MEKBOY TO NOK UP SUM NITE GOGGLEZ AN WE SNEEK IN AN GUT EM' IN DA DARK

>>9164198

Nah, dat's wut a 'umie would be finkin' so at nite da 'umies will be lookin fer black trukks, but not pink trukks.

>>9164211
OI. I NOE. LETZ STEEL ONE A DEM 'UMIE TRUKS AN WE PAINT SOME GROTZ PINK AN MAKE DEM DRIVE US TO DA CAMP

Grotlikka cackels and slaps his knee, pointing one talon of his power klaw at you.

"Roit, here's da fing. You need to find where all da 'umies are. Den you gotta use da talkie-fing da mekboyz gave ya to get ya orders from me, gottit? If dere base is small den you can be as brutal as you finks proper. If it's huge though, you better be dead sneaky if you wanna be around to 'ave anuvver go.

Da Mekz is too busy to be muckin' around makin da trukks pink. Besides, Boss'll klobber ya if you do dat to 'is kartz. You can take a look at da dakka your boyz though got though..."

Two Assashuns: Choppa with sluggaz quietened down enough to be kunnin but not unorky.
Bomma-Boy: Stikkbombz and enough explosives to blow up a 'umie building or three.
Skorchin' Git: Burna.


Role out south? Roll 1d100

rolled 31 = 31

>>9164238
Souf.

'ERE WE GO!

keep yer iez open fer umie patrolz

You enter your truck and let one of the assashuns drive. South is the general direction that the humans are known to be in, but it seems that none of your boyz have much of a talent for navigation. You are lost, and in a foul smelling area dotted with lakes of chemical sludge.

There appear to be no signs of humans, but there are loud squelching and popping noises from some pools. Your boyz don't seem keen to get exposed to the gunk.

What do?

rolled 22 = 22

SOUTH!!!!

Drive on, look fer 'umies

>>9164401
smak da driva in the gob. take ova da weel an radio da boss an ask fer direkshuns

rolled 92 = 92

>>9164401
Sneaky drive south
(i am assuming that we will take command of bakhakker again when we succeed on this mission. cool way to do things bro)

>>9164401
Avoid the pools, and keep going.

[Yeah, Bakkhakker will continue to be the main protagonist. The idea of switching to a secondary character is to allow a bit of a break from the base managing and massive battles.]

You smack your driva and tell him to carry on driving, but dead quiet like. He complies, somehow managing to prevent the roar of the wartrukk engine from being too thunderous. His eyes keep focused on the marsh-like terrain, trying to keep the wheels out of the corrosive goo.

It takes almost an hour to leave the wetlands - it turned out to be more of a sea of sludge than a swamp. You still haven't found anything yet. In the distance though, there appears to be a dark, looming structure - difficult to identify through the nasty atmosphere.

>>9164510
Get as close as we can without being detected, hide the trukk and then sneak forward on foot.

'Umies build looming strukshures, let's go towards it, and be all sneaky like.

get a bit closer den walk. shudda brung sum grotz ta skout fer us

>>9164539
look fer sum grotz on da truk. shud be one summ were.

IZ DERE A GROT DERE OR NOT?

The trukk lurches on in fits and spurts, the driver alternating between experimental bursts of speed and slow crawls as he gets used to the art of driving sneakily - not something that the mekboyz of the Goff camp have generally engineered the vehicles for.

You seem to have covered a large distance but the structure barely seems any closer. Considerably larger, but still far off in the distance. The only change in scenery seems to be the occasional burnt out hulk or open pipe slowly dripping yellow or green. There are a few hovels constructed out of scrap, but no inhabitants.

>>9164673
Is it a hive city?

>>9164673
Report dat we 'ave found a large looming strukshure on da radio and dat we're investigashin'

You reach for the talkie machine that Grotlikka gave you and snarl down it that you've found somefin' suspicious lookin' like a big 'umie base. A little while later, the tiny squeak of a gretchin replies.

"Oh...errr....right! Grotlikka's a little busy right now but....errr...he says go checkit owt! Over an' out!"

The radio stays silent. You tell your driver to continue to advance and soon it's structure is far more visible. The spire visible before seems to only be a tiny part of the base - rising high beyond the smog and dust could possibly let you see. What you can see seems to be of gargantuan proportions - a dark grey color, easily miles across and with many, many smaller towers jutting up from it.

seems like we hit the jackpot, go towards it.

Git out da truk and start sneakin' about!

The landscape changes quickly in the final approach. Pipes that were occasionally jutting from the ground further back are now laid in direct routes to the monolithic hive ahead, large enough for the waste of untold millions to flood through. Cables coil and sprawl and the ground that was mud a mile ago has turned mettallic.

The first signs of life also appear.

Airborne transports whir far overhead but do not seem to notice your approach. On ground level the most vile of the humanesque creatures seem to be making a living among the outlying infrastructure of the hive. Most deformed, they scuttle away from the truck and hide under machinery as you drive past. None attack, though their number seems to be increasing rapidly the further you drive towards the city.
They are very strange humans indeed. Almost ratlike, swarming and chattering, fearful and hungry.

[Is it just me are 4chan's server continually timing out during posts? Have been trying to reply for ten minutes.]

rolled 92 = 92

Try to disguise selves as ratpeople

>>9165096
(actually yeah)

Start talkin' in da sqwaky boxx that these some ugly lookin' humies dey iz...

OI! WAT YOU GITZ FINK YA DOIN'? START POSTIN AND FINK UP WHAT ELSE TA DO!

Kontinue.

Realising that a continued approach in the trukk is likely to draw unwanted attention eventually, you krump the driver and roll to a stop near a hovel constructed out of what appear to be animal skins and iron rods.

You let the mob know the plan, and after rubbing some dirt and squig dye on your faces, stomp out of the vehicle looking like very large, extremely dirty abhumans. Sort of.

A group of pinkskins - hairy, but still definitely pink - point at your group and say something sounding almost like snotling talk. They seem intimidated, and you definitely hear the word "greenskin", but one of the larger ones shakes their head and they seem to decide otherwise.

There are many other huddles of abhumans nearby. The sewage and power lines, as well as the towering and incomprehensible machinery, seem to create something like a system of streets and roads. Your disguise does seem to work (against all odds) but with your weaponry out you are still more than a little intimidating and conspicuous. It's possible that you will pass for a ganger to these pinkskins. How do you wish to advance?

[Remember, you're dead kunnin - that's why you were chosen for the job. There is room for creativity here.]

your not the op!

>>9165258
Check the tripcode. Was an accidental name switch.

rolled 11 = 11

advance all kunnin like, listenin in on konversashuns

>>9165326

Yeah, an sneaky. Also, try to look for some impressive 'umie thing to blow up.

You head towards the hive, but despite the crowds of people chattering away you can't seem to make out anything they say. It's as if they are speaking a different language to normal humans. Your boyz keep quiet, guttural Ork tones sure to give the game away.

As you approach what appears to be an entrance to something - if not the main have itself - you notice that there is a considerable force guarding it. Normal sized humans, in grey and tan armor and with shields and batons. Some seem to have guns.

Heavily armed and of towering height, your kommandos will surely get noticed if they try to sneak near the entrance. You could charge in all guns blazing...but reinforcements are likely nearby.

Since they have guards it is obviously important, so try and find another way around to sneak in through.

You collar your assashuns and tell them to keep keep their dakka hidden and look for another way in. Your bommer-boy seems to be irritable and bored, fed up with sneaking, while your burna boy has his sights fixed on the guards lined up mere tens of meters away.

"I'm gonna burn 'em up, Boss. Just let me skorch 'em good and proper." he growls, not bothering to keep his voice down. Several abhumans turn to look at the pair of you.

Send da burna into da hive to set stuff all red-like! Dat'll make dem guardz extra fast to get away from da door.

In ovver werdz, DISTRAKSHUN!

>>9165474
Krump dat git in the 'ead to remind whos da boss 'ere! Then find something like a sewer entrance

rolled 27 = 27

>>9165556
dis ere is our plan

rolled 39 = 39

>>9165708
We'ze gunna be all proppa kommando like an' do diz!

Yay for Ork Quest, boo for no Bakkhakker. It'll do, though.

We needz a distrakshun, but we don't want to be wastin' a boy fer it. Have da bommaboy set up some boomy somewhere else, so dat the 'umies will all go dere, and we ken all get in all sneaky like.

You nod and gesture towards the the entrance. The burna boy's face lights up and he slips off through the crowd, his weapon tucked under a cape as best as he can manage.

Your assashun boyz seem to have slipped off somewhere unseen, leaving you and the bommer boy to watch the burna boy's advance.

The plan seems good in theory, but it seems that your the Ork was a little too twitchy with the trigger. As he approaches the entrance, he lets out a guttural roar and leaps at one of the riot guards, coating the barriers in flame. They are caught by surprise and the apparent leader wastes no time in shouting orders.

"Fire, fire! Aim for the Ork's blasted head!"

And they do. The screams of the ablaze guard charged by your boy soon die down, but enthusiasm does not protect him from a hail of stub and las fire. Within moments he is a hole riddled heap on the ground, and guards begin advancing out from their post in search of more intruders.

"The greenskins are sneaking in! Find them! Damnit, find them!"

You have time to run, but not much. The bommer-boy is by your side and awaiting direction.

[Slow reply was because I showered, thinking the thread had died. Whoops]

rolled 87 = 87

>>9165813
oo dis achually

rolled 9 = 9

>>9165840
boms everywhere, den WAAAAAAGH

>>9165840

Gorkdammit, dere's too much 'umie dakka around fer us to be all brutally kunnin'. Have da bommaboy lob da bomms in random direkshuns, so da 'umies get all confused and it gets easier fer us ta be all sneaky like.

The bommer boy looks panicky, but you bark your orders as firmly as you can without making it obvious to the humans where the rest of the Orkz are. Thankfully, the abhumans have turned into a chaotic mob of their own - too numerous and scared to coordinate properly, they push and shove each other in order to escape the trained weapons of the guards.

Your sidekick takes a bunch of stikk-bombs from his belt and begins throwing them wildly. Several explode in distant parts of the crowd, sending burnt fur and pulped flesh high in the air, and coating nearby abhumans with a pink spray.

The guards open fire on the crowd, apparently not wanting to risk an explosive reaching them, or a stampede of ratpeople. The pair of you duck slightly, using the masses in front of you as a human shield. Their spindly, frail forms cannot withstand the attack however, and soon you without anyone in front of you to cover your retreat. The bommer boy, unable to do much else, reaches for a stikk bomb but is dropped by a stubgun shot to the head, causing the bomb to slide ineffectually a few meters away.

It takes all the speed you can force out of your cumbersome Orky frame to move back into the crowd for cover before it went off.

BOSS, WE'Z GETTIN' SHOT UP!

>>9165936
This doesn't look good. How are we gonna blow shit up now?

We needs ta get outta 'ere! Try to signal da other lads to ditch dis mess and 'ead fer da trukk!

'Sides, 'ow we gonna WAAAGH! later if we'ze ded on da sneaky job?

[Damn server really is hurp-derping today]

>>9165987

Go back to camp, get a new stikkbomma? We're way in over our heads here.

>>9166004
>>9166007
Bakkhakker's not gonna be happy.

>>9166036
When dere's more shooty pink-skinz den there are choppy green-skinz, ya'know dat dis ain't gonna end well.

But you'se right; boss is gonna be right mad 'bout this.

Lets see if we'ze can loot a few fings b'fore driven off.

[I don't want to railroad you guys, so I will leave the final decision up to anon consensus. I s'pose I should point out that the trukk is awhile back and the camp is quite far away - you set off in early morning and it's now mid evening. When you decide what to do, make sure to roll. ]

>>9166007
We don't have to go all the way back for reinforcements. We have a radio.

>>9166036

What? No, we have found lots of 'umies to fight, things could not have gone better.

>>9166106
In dat case maybe it'z betta to signal da other ladz to find a nice sneaky place t'hide in and wait til da oomies simmer-down a bit. An' also grab some of dem oomie's hanging furs and rags on our way, since they ain't using em rite now. (We'ze can cover ourselves up in em and be even more sneaky!)

>>9166180
seconded

>>9166180

Dat's real kunnin. I agree.

rolled 64 = 64

In dat case, I'z rollan!

[Also, are we rolling Dark Heresy style, where lower is better?]

Half of your squad already wiped out, you fall back between stumbles over mangled and dying abhumans. From some of the larger ones you tear cloaks and furs and drape them across your shoulders, doing nothing to nothing to disguise your bulk but at least keeping your low-set head and Orkish features obscured.

The slaughter continues as you retreat, ratpeople of all sizes being massacred despite their pleas for mercy. It seems that this was just as much an excuse to thin out their numbers as anything else.

Soon you have turned down one of the "streets" of the outer hive, obscured from the vision of the guards although not safe for long from the patrols that will surely follow. The assashuns still can't be seen, and it will be openly search for them.

Ooooh, oooh... there are these pipes that lead into the hive right? Why not sneak in through them?

>>9166224
[Nope. 100 is perfect success, even when unlikely. 1 is abyssal catastrophic failure, even when victory seems certain. Anything in between is largely effected by the nature of the challenge and your capabilities. All the prior threads are archived btw: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=ork]

>>9166359
Find da pipes. What about da boyz? Radio fer more boyz.

rolled 57 = 57

Rollan for sneaky-like

Ducking into a dark crevice between two machines, you take out the talkie-fing and try to contact Grotlikka. At first there is no reply, but after impatiently barking, a voice responds.

"Oi....is dat you Deffdakka? Wotz goin' on? Really? Zoggit, you ain't livin' up to your name. You're 'umie 'ugger now, hurhur. You want more boyz? Come offit! I don't even know where da black 'umie base is. By da time I find it you'll be shot up anyway. Figure sumfin' out yourself, I've got bigga problems 'ere. And don't forget dem boyz dakka is cummin' out of YOUR teef!"

Damn dat Grotlikka, to prove 'im wrong let's find us a map. And of course we are kunnin enough to read maps.

rolled 16 = 16

>>9166779
DAM DAT GIT.

WE NEED TO ESKAPE.

>>9166897
What gear we got?

rolled 97 = 97

>>9166917
Wait a minet we gotz dees talkie-fings we kuld use it get dem Assashuns to help us.

rolled 62 = 62

Right we better make the best out of a bad situation. Here is what I think our (n)objectives are:

1) Find the missing assashuns
2) Win a fight and loot some stuff so we don't look weak coming back home.
3) instill fear of orks into the humies
4) Report back at base so Toofsum can find this place later.

I say we sneak about and paint sum ork symbols in ork writing on walls telling the assashuns to meet up and report in. Also can we talk to the humies? Find out what this city is and if there's a resistance movement that can be tricked into helping us get moar dakka.

Just to clear some stuff up: Your equipment is rather generic Orky stuff, as you fulfill the role of the normal fighty one in the squad. You have a choppa and a spechul shoota slung around your back - it's essentially an Orky shotgun. You also have a talkie-fing that allows communication with Grotlikka (or whatever grot answers), though your squad members don't have their own (Mekboy oversight, perhaps).

You could try to talk to some of the humans - as long as you get out of the immediate area it's likely that the ratpeople will refrain from instantly running or attacking - they are just as monstrous as you afterall.

>>9167065
LEG IT

back to da trukk! Draw out a crude map of where we are and where we think Boss Bakkhakker's base is.

Cover the truck up with tarps/rags/skins/body parts to conceal it, and go look for a nasty green sludge-oozing pipe that is big enough for us to fit in, and foul enough that da 'umies wont be wantin' ta patrol it.

Maybe the green goo will give us ninja powers!

>>9167005
>>9167065
Let's move further from these guards that are after us. Did we approach the city from the North? Let's move Southeast.

>>9167005
Dis'un's a good plan 'ere.

There's no sign of your boyz but plenty of human law enforcement spilling forth from the hive in search of you. You pull the rags up over your head in a rough hood and hunch over, feigning a shorter stature. You are still clearly huge, but with any luck you could merely be an exceptionally hunch-backed abhuman.

You head back in search of youe trukk, hoping that your boyz may have perhaps headed back there to meet up with you. It takes awhile, especially with long routes taken to avoid being torn apart by the patrols. Soon you find the lane - or at least, one very similar to it - that your parked the trukk in.

Except, it's not there. And neither are any abhumans to interrogate.

Frustrated, you retrace your steps back towards the entrance of the hive, but turn off eastward along the way, trying to find another entrance or at least some sign of the boyz.

Occasionally you hear loud rattling from within the sewage pipes you pass, but it's impossible to tell whether it is one of your own banging around inside. Unfortunately there seem to be no significantly large opening to enter through.

Eventually you find a more open area that seems to be something akin to a market. It is of course infested with furry humans, but there are a few more normal - if diseased and malnourished - looking ones around, mostly peddling goods.

rolled 77 = 77

>>9167476
Let's see if they got any bombs in dis market, and steal' um. Den, lets look for a way into dem sewer pipes.

rolled 55 = 55

>>9167523
Jobs a good un!

rolled 86 = 86

Find the scraggiest lookin peddler who sells the least desirable stuff, he can't be legit so shake 'im down to find out who's in charge around here and what factions are running this town. We need to get sum minions who know this place to look for our missing boyz as quickly as possible!

The market seems to be devoid of anything resembling a weapon - unless thin iron rods intended for hovel construction count. The person selling the stacks of them looks particularly horrible for a pinkskin, and without any shooty humans around to notice, you head up to him and demand to know wots-wot around here.

He stutters and chatters his teeth, revealing at least half of them entirely missing and the other half reminding you of a story one of the 'ard boyz back at the camp told you about fighting smelly tin can gitz a while back.

"No boss ain't no zeeb to be had with dis magaelf. Ain't no grigrek, just doing the barbar."

rolled 75 = 75

WHAT? Smack him until he makes sense!

hey guys
how do i roll the dice?

rolled 31 = 31

>>9167706
WUT DA ZOG. UD BE JOKAN YOU GIT. YUO PICK SUM DIEC AND ROLL DEM.


(Or alternatively copy and paste 'dice+1d100' into the email field)

rolled 8 = 8

>>9167674
Well let's ZOG OFF. Let's go find a entrance to the pipes, and try to get to someplace with somethin explodey, or sumphin we can do some damage wit!

We can't go back to da boss, we can't get no more boys, and we can't find the boyz we had...

So we might as well go out Orky.

rolled 22 = 22

>>9167706
thanks

Frustrated at the stupid 'umie talk you knock him down onto the floor. A couple kicks to his back cause his bones to crunch, but he rolls away and outstretches his hands.

"Ain't no zeeb! No zeeb! Listen, what you want gripsta?"

He gets to his knees slowly, then stands up and puffs his chest out as best he can waddling back towards you.

"Buncha gripstas been this way. Look just like you, ain't no magaelf no way boss."

rolled 14 = 14

>>9167674

"You dumb git, you best tell me who da' boss around here or i crack your legs and eats it."

>>9167832
We need to be more kunnin and figure out what the zog this git's sayin. It could make us a lot more sneaky-like around here if we knew what he meant.

I think he said a bunch of boyz came through here earlier. How much earlier, and how many? We only had two Assashuns!

rolled 28 = 28

>>9167832

"Good good, you leads me to em, and I gives you a big reward."

He looks at your fearfully for a moment, clearly not taking it all in properly but not entirely foreign to the idea of people eating each other. He makes the waddling motion again, seemingly aping your walk and points off to the next street over. In the middle of an explanation, you can hear shots being fired and a terrible roar - definitely not Orkish, but too loud to be human either - from around the corner. You push the vendor onto the floor and step over him, running to get a good look at the fighting.

As you round the corner it becomes clear what caused the roar. A large creature - like a pinkskin, and in uniform, but misshapen and lumpy - had what was unmistakably a choppa sticking out of it's shoulder, and had one of your assashuns pressed against a wall. The other seems to be out of sight, but a lack of blood makes his death seem unlikely.

Roll for engagement.

rolled 28 = 28

>>9168040
Chop 'im!

>>9168040

KRUMP 'IM

rolled 68 = 68

>>9168130

ZOG IT

rolled 42 = 42

LETS SNEAK UP ON DA 'UGE GIT AND KILL EM!

rolled 5 = 5

>>9168040
Tap da fellow on da noggin reel freindly loik.

And by friendly I mean head-krumpin'

rolled 53 = 53

>>9168040
So da asasshun is skwishd? Eifer way we gonna get dis pinkskin git.

rolled 10 = 10

There's TWO fings wrong here:
First of all dat big humie is messing with one of OUR boyz and needs to be krumped good! Second of all dat assashun is being real wimpy getting pushed around by a humie and losing his choppa in a fight so he needs to be krumped real good too!

Run up and dropkick that humie! Den give de assashun a right smack on the head and then punch the loudest of the two in the face! WAAAAAAAGHHHH!!

rolled 57 = 57

Waaaghh! FITAN

There is a time and a place for sneaking. It was earlier, and you failed miserably. Now is the time for foightan, and considering that you've survived as part of Warboss Bakkhakker's Waaagh so far, you just might prove to be better at that than Grotlikka thought you were at kunnin stuff.

You draw your choppa out from it's sheathe and let out a mighty warcry. Your cloak falls to the floor as you charge directly at the massive pinkskin, blade raised and ready to join the first weapon embedded in his flesh. As you get closer and leap at him, he drops the assashun onto the floor and slaps a meaty, cannon-barrel sized arm at you, sending you sprawling onto the floor meters away.

You roll over and see him clutching his forearm, wailing loudly. It seems that your attack did result in a purple slash connecting, but he doesn't seem to be seriously hurt.

"You're a bad monster!" he cries, pointing an accusatory finger at you. He roars and begins to stomp towards you.

rolled 62 = 62

>>9168404
Aim yer speshul shoota at dat big one's 'ead. Waaaghh!

rolled 83 = 83

>>9168404
SHOOT DAT BIG 'UMIE!

rolled 63 = 63

>>9168040
Wut da Zog we not da badun dat git iz. Eifer way his hed needz a good stompin' to sort im out.

rolled 42 = 42

>>9168404
Shoot em!

That 'umie seems to know how to krump too Gorkin well for anything not green. It takes a moment for you to focus enough to unsling your speshul shoota and aim it at the pinkskin. He pauses for a moment, trying to raise his arms to cover his face.

He doesn't quite make it.

The spray of shraphnel tears into both his hands and his forehead, and he reels back in agony.

"Why Empora? Empora it huuurts!" he bawls, sounding like a child with a broken ankle. He is bleeding profusely, his hands and eys dyed a dark red.

You stand up, keeping your gun pointed on him.

rolled 30 = 30

>>9168554
Finish 'em off! This git looks like us! We can put his clothin on and maybe wear his face or sumphin and get further in the base!

rolled 91 = 91

>>9168622
Gud n' Sneaky. Sekkunded

You think it's all over, too easy, nowhere near enough of a challenge for you. You pull the trigger. It clicks, but no slug is discharged. Zoggin' useless mekboys!

You click frantically for a few moments trying to get it to work, all the time being advanced upon by the wounded but engraged pinkskin. Soon he reaches you and swipes at your face, splintering teef and forcing you to stumble backwards.

The 'umie lurches forward again and closes his palm around your head, lifting you up a few feet in the air.

rolled 24 = 24

>>9168745
KICK EM IN DA GRILL!

>>9168745
IF HE WANTS OUR TEEF HE CAN HAVE 'EM!!!

BITE HIS WRISTS ALL CHOMPY LIKE, AND STAB HIM IN THE EYES WITH OUR FINGERS

THIS GIT'S GOT US IN A RIGHT AND PROPPA SULGGIN' MATCH, NO HOLDS BARRED

rolled 52 = 52

STUPID FUCKIN DICE WAAAGHH FUCKIN BLAARGH!

rolled 1 = 1

THESE ROLLS OF YERS AIN'T SO HOT!

rolled 41 = 41

>>9168840
FUUUUUUUUUUUU

Makes me recall the time I rolled a 1 in Tau Quest, which rolls like DH does.

rolled 42 = 42

Punch the shrapnel deeper into his head! Then grab the choppa stuck in his shoulder an' CHOP IM UP!

rolled 89 = 89

>>9168840
UR ROLL IS DAT LOWEST YET YOU GROT.

>>9168840
YOUZ DONE KILLED US ALL YA GROT

rolled 63 = 63

>>9168771
DIS

Also, has we got steel-toed bootz? If we does, den KICK 'IM IN DA TEEF!

Puts 'im on da ground, an' 'e's probly got ded big teef we can buy dakka wif when we getz back ta camp.

You feel your thinky-bits get mashed up as your skull groans under the pressure of the meaty palm. His arms are too long for you to be able to swing at his face, and your hits to his arm seem to hurt but not loosen his grip.

His thumb moves to your eye socket and you can't help but scream as it presses into it, first bursting and then pulping your the eyeball.

For the briefest of moments, you wish that you'd become a tankbusta.

The only thing left to your advantage seems to be the one jutting tusk the 'umie left in your gob. You crane your head up as much as you can, pricking the flesh of his palm with the jagged toof and thrashing your head about to try to cut even more. The pinkskin yelps and drops you onto the floor, drawing his palm back to his face amid more bawling.

"Not fair monster! It's all dirty foightan with you. I'm gonna call da uvver arbites!"

>>9169013
ROIT

We'z either got ta put 'im down roit dis zoggin' second, or we gotz ta leg it. Wotz da plan you gitz?

rolled 84 = 84

>>9169013
Wut da zog we still has de shoota right? Well then we shootz him in da hed.

dat shuld sort im out.

rolled 63 = 63

>>9169013
WAAAGH!

rolled 34 = 34

>>9169013

Bash 'im wiff da Shoota!

>>9169042
shooters' outta boolets mang

rolled 71 = 71

Grab a choppa! Any choppa! Den come in low an' chop him in the knee!

ok, where the fuck is our assashun boy?

did he died? Why isn't he zoggin' helpan us?

I say go for the choppa embedded in the 'umie's arm, rip it out and re holster it . . . . . in his face.

>>9169124
Zog 'is face. We'z a komando, we'z ded sneaky like. SLIT IZ NEK.

rolled 13 = 13

>>9169079
Grab a choppa git ta choppin!

It's difficult to see much of anything anymore with one eye ruined beyond repair and the other smeared with the gelatinous innards and green blood. You wipe away what you can though and fumble around your shoota. It's not working, or empty - you're not sure which, but it will do as a club in a pinch.

The 'umie is in agony and seems to be ordering passing abhumans to go and fetch the other guards. With little time to waste you charge, avoiding a clumsy blow and giving a swing of your shoota in return. It strikes directly and with a terrible crack. It seems that you've returned the favor of knocking out a gobful of teef from the brute.

He spits blood and tooth shard in your face, obscuring your vision completely again. Though clearly in agony and being drained of his strength, he delivers a devastating kick directly to your stomach, forcing you onto your knees to steady yourself.

You are effectively blind and have considerable wounds. If you are going to survive, now is the make or break moment.

rolled 71 = 71

>>9169387
I'z gona regret rollan, but I say take da choppa in is shoulder an make is throat into a gaping hole.

Yellin at dat lazy grot of an ork behind him won't hurt eivur.

rolled 44 = 44

>>9169434
71 = not bad. Let's hope for the best.

rolled 71 = 71

>>9169434

WE'RE SAVED!

WAAAGH!

>>9169551
>>9169434

We'z got dooblez! We'z can't be beat now! ORKFIST.

rolled 60 = 60

Fight on! We can't turn back now! Throw some sand or grit in dat humies eyes. Kommandos are probably the best orks at blindfighting.
Then grab dat choppa an go for the neck or the tendons!

>>9169465
>>9169640
Gah stop rolling if we're sat on a decent number guys. We won't have Toofsum level plotarmour.

Spitting out your own blood, you get up and sidestep away from his punches, manouvering around to get into reach of the weapon embedded in his back. His blows clip you twice more as you move, but your size makes you nimble compared to the brute, and you have soon leap onto his back and pull out the blade from his flesh. He attempts to grab you but your fury gives you speed and you hack off his paw at the wrist, causing him to buck and throw you off violently as he sinks to his knees, wracking sobs of agony shaking his flabby bulk.

You lurch towards him again, your footing uneven and your grip on the choppa leaving something to be desired. Despite this, a coup-de-grace is an inevitabillity. He doesn't notice you as you approach, his full attention focused on the stump gushing with blood. His face has gone a ghostly white - all trace of pink vanished.

All it takes is one blow, one slash. You raise your arm back and swing widely from the shoulder, the tip of the blade only just connects with his neck. A narrow, shallow wound that nevertheless causes him to choke and cough up blood.

His death is assured, but his last moments will be drawn out and filled with the loneliness that only mankind can feel. His sobbing stops. The only sound he makes he makes is a disgusting gurgling of blood. His lips move, though, and you think you can hear one last message.

He wonders why it had to be him.

>>9169776
Hey! I resent that. I swear Toofsum's success is just down to good dice rolls! Honest!

>>9169782
aww man, don't make me sad about it.

I feel like we just killed the retarded kid.
pic related

>>9169782
roit! das a goodn' boss

now go find dat assashun boy and krump him good fer bein' a useless git and not helpin' us in the fight

after that, we leg it hard

rolled 56 = 56

>>9169782
Time ta regroup an' zog it! Boss 'as ta know dat there be a big 'umie settlement 'ere.

>>9169851
We'z orks, stop soundin so 'umi like.


>>9169809
I'm not saying anything drastic was done, but I certainly remember the strings of 1s. By the same guy. Badgering you for eye-lazers etc.

Not complaining, this is the only decent quest thread I've seen in as long as i can remember, killing off toofsum would have been lame, just saying not to expect the same level of survivability on our komando.

rolled 49 = 49

Why it had to be him? 'E was the wun picking a fight with orks. S'not like Deffdakka had been spared if he'd been the loser.

The way to Waaagh is paved with many corpses. Mostly the weak, stupid corpses who got themselves killed. Being in the right place at the right time is the best skill for an ork to have.

Ask assasshun wot happend. Leg it home. We lost da trukk. Make shure ta pay attention to where dis place iz.

>>9170029
Took ages to drive here, might want to either find our truk or loot any vehicles we can find.

I'll admit, I feel a tad sad 'cause of the Gav stories, but this isn't Gav or one of his friends. (At least I hope. Please keep him out of this! D: )

rolled 45 = 45

>>9169782
Take his stuff, see if he has any 'splosives! then GET OUTTA DERE!

rolled 91 = 91

Yeah loot quckly, grab assashun and break into a sewer pipe to heal and plan.

rolled 89 = 89

>>9170152

Dat

You leave the mewling pinkskin to a pitiful death and, seeing that he had no equipment on him, head over to your assashun boy to see what happend here. He is sprawled out on the floor and it takes a few slaps to stir him properly, but it's clear that his encounter with the ogryn wasn't any less painful.

"Argh, Boss, my zoggin' arms broken! Wheres dat stinkin' grot Dok when you need 'im?"

>>9169987
Oh yes, I remember that. It was actually shootas attached to the skull. I thought having one of the mekboyz explode would be a deterrent, but the shoulder-mounted shoota was an okay compromise after a successful roll.

>>9170124
I actually had Gav in mind for the past couple posts. It's not him obviously, but who knows if that ogryn once knew him....

>>9170221
"BACK AT DA BASE! AN WE CAN'T GO BACK TILL WE DOES SOME SNEAKY HURTIN ON THESE 'UMIES OR FIND A RIDE TO GET OUTTA HERE! SO LETS FIND SOMEPLACE TA HIDE!"

>>9170249
guys,

we're orks, we can't "hide"
We have to keep moving. Smack that assashun upside the head and tell him to "ork the fuck up" and get moving. Head east around the perimeter of the slums, move fast and try not to start any fights or mess any shops up or anything. We have to get out of the area before the arbites start searching with a fine-toof comb that we WILL NOT be hiding from.

keep an eye out for a vehicle of any sort to loot.
Our NUMBER ONE priority is to get back to da warboss and tell him where to send his waaaaagh

>>9170348
We're sneaky git orks sent on a sneaky mission WEZ SUPPOSED TA ZOGGIN HIDE YA GROT!

GET IN THE PIPES AND LETS LOOK FOR SOMETHING TO BLOW UP OR SOMEONE IMPORTANT TA KRUMP

You threaten to break the other arm for all the muckin' around he did, and make a point of showing off the empty socket. He stops whining about his arm and explains the situation.

"Well, 'eres da fing. Me and Spekkit were sneakin' in da pipes, tryin' to find a way in like you said. We weren't gettin' anywhere, so when we found a hole we hopped out again and had a wander about. Spekkit went off to find some 'umies to intimidate for direcshunz. Turns out, dat big pink git was about, and he klobbered me by surprise while I was all alone..."

>>9170498
Ask dat git where da Trukk went!

I think our best options as we are

a) Find the truk, drive back. We're beat up as fuck n grotlika doesn't give a fuck (nor should he).

b) Find a way into the pipes, lay low and be REEEAAL SNEAKY LIKE. We're too fucked up and undermanned to be brutal, we need to be KUNINly brutal.

>>9170498
>Me and Spekkit were sneakin' in da pipes
GET BACK INTO DA PIPES AND KEEP MOVING

Into the pipes, find something with wheels, cause some damage and then flee.

rolled 73 = 73

>>9170498
grab that pink git's teef and all of ours that was knocked out too

that'll get us somefing back home

also, take the pink-un's clothes, maybe we can pink up and sneek into the humie base and send some co-ordinates to our camp

Without much choice in the matter, you and the the wounded assasshun head enter a pipe through a hole in the side and move a few meters down to get out of sight.

It seems like some rest would be a good idea, but there is still the question of Spekkit being missing. If he could be found - and if he had success in gathering information or allies in a local gang - then it might be possible to press on immediately.

The choice is yours - head further through the pipe system and rest, or seek out Spekkit.

rolled 98 = 98

>>9170867
Rest a bit, Spekkit will find us like a proppa kommando would

rolled 57 = 57

>>9170867
oh, find Spekkit then

either way, we needs to find a way to get the coordinates to the mek boyz back home

>>9170867
Rest. Hope he finds us. Pray to Gork and Mork, and try to bind our wounds with somethin we can find.

rolled 57 = 57

Rolling to go find Spekkit.

We need to know what we're up against here. If Spekkit has found some weakness in the enemy or say the location of a place where we can do some damage then we can get a real objective.

>>9170983
>>9170922
Disregard these gits and their pitifully un-orky rolls

Rest seems like a good idea, and the pair of you prop yourselves up against the sides of the pipes, praying to Mork that they stay under-used and that you don't wake up drowning in muck.

What have been several hours pass, and you wake up to find the muck has not drowned either of you, but has in fact risen to a couple feet in height. What's more, Spekkit is crouched over you and is shaking your shoulder.

"Boss! Findin' you woz zoggin' 'ard. Guess what I found out!"

You stare at him groggily.

"Buncha 'umies are lookin' for a scrap too and will lead us into da hive. Boyz back at da camp would call us Blood Axes if dey found out....but who's to know, right? Hurhur."

rolled 86 = 86

>>9171227
Roit den! We'ze gonna follow dem and see da way into da 'umie 'ive. Then we'ze gunna report back to da boss!

rolled 2 = 2

>>9171227
Blood Axes are the second most fighty roight, so itz ok. Also, we'z Kommandos anyway, so we'z expected to act like Blood Axes while we're not Blood Axes.

Meet wif da 'umies.

rolled 42 = 42

Yeah let's go check this humie thing. Does everyone still have their guns and choppas? Can we sort out Deffdakkas jammed orkgun?

Have Spekkit show us the way and wotshisname Armbreaka can hang back and make sure it's not a trap. We want to know ways to get into da hive, where we can loot humie gear and vehicles and what we can do to shake up the hive in general.

Actually I have an idea. If we can let's saboutage/open the gates into the hive and then have the humies spread a rumour that orks are attacking da hive RIGHT NOW! Then the muties and ratties will rush into da hive, creating panic. De best thing about dat plan is dat when Toofsum attacks later dey might not believe it until e's inside the hive klawing stuff up!

Spekkit grins toothily; you are reminded of your half empty gob and rub your jaw, then shake the other assasshun awake. Spekkit leads you out of the tunnel. It's mostly deserted now, the body of the ogryn hauled away. Whatever patrol that cleaned the area must not have wanted or thought to look in the pipes. Now present are a small mob of gangers - all peculiar looking, even for pinkskins, and most with elaborate hair-squigs and nasty looking choppas. Spekkit beams with pride.

"Not bad for 'umies, huh? Reckin dey can help out wiv da choppin', huh Boss?"

The mob stares at you.

rolled 59 = 59

>>9171559
Tell em' ta lead us into da hive and don't try nuffin funny, and MAYBE after all dis' is done we'll let em keep breathin!

>>9171625
Wot 'e said.

Also, get deffdakkas gun sorted, that thing seemed to do a fair bit of damage.

rolled 31 = 31

>>9171559
Follow them until we see the whole way into the hide. The fall back and report to Boss Bakkhakker.

Reduce clothing clutter
Fur/leather beds


You bark your orders at the group. They seem obedient, but unintimidated. Several of the largers ones grin at you, showing carefully filed-down fangs. The largest, dressed in a red robe and carrying an axe, speaks out.

"Sure thing Bobomacsho. Is all we karuva lemstrum, bengal? Blood wherever it flows, man."

You are led off by the mob further south-east, you three Orkz keeping close to the crowd to try to blend in. Low in the sky are many kopters, monitoring the area with spotlights.

It doesn't take long to reach the area they were talking about, though it takes them explicitly pointing it out before you realise that it is indeed an entrance. Spekkit buts in to explain.

"See Boss, dis 'ere is a maitenance tunnel. Isn't 'sposed to lead inside da hive, but dem 'umie mekboys have been slackin' off and derez tunnels and passages right into da 'underhive', is wot deze boyz call it. Do we wonna go in?"

rolled 9 = 9

>>9171549
>>9171559
OI! I vote for dis plan!

>>9171282
WIT DEM NUMBAHS WE SHURLY WILL WIN

ROIGHT?

>>9172109
> Reduce clothing clutter
> Fur/leather beds
Not part of the post btw

rolled 15 = 15

>>9172114
>>9172109
STILL VOTING FOR THAT PLAN

rolled 52 = 52

>>9172109
We'ze gunna fall back now and report t' da boss! 'e needs ta c'mere wiv da warband an' then we'ze gunna 'ave a roit proppa WAAAAAAAGGGHH!

>>9172172
Good luck attacking a hive city with <1000 Orkz.

>>9172186

rolled 37 = 37

>>9172186
Oi! No wun said we'ze gunna take da whole place all at once! Just a roit proppa lootan raid. An' mebbe dem rebellious 'umies will start attackin' too!

Gonna be a gud foit!

rolled 15 = 15

Awwright! Less follow these 'umies and get into a scrap and see what we can loot and find out before we 'ead back to the base!

I'm ridiculously sleepy at the moment and fear that continuing will result in some poor quality posts on my part. Gonna call it a night now, but I will definitely post part 9 when I wake up.

Thanks for playing again, /tg/. Sorry for the short chapter. Maybe tomorrow's thread will be called Part 8.5?

Well was a nice thread. Too bad we lost the burna boy and the bomma boy.

Need more crazy ork action.

rolled 82 = 82

Needz more kunnin takktiks and kommandoing before we returne Bakkhakker

>>9172912
>>9172792
Yeah, there is definitely another thread or two to be had as Deffdakka. This was more an introduction/getting back into the swing of things before the interesting/awful (depending on what you want out of Ork Quest) things start going down inside the Hive.

Going to bed for real now. Thread is archived. Night