Post by clash on Aug 28, 2013 10:17:06 GMT 1
It was what he had hoped for, what they needed. Zadrakk's claw snapped shut, the blaster rifle wielding Zabrak falling in half with a spray of gore. His entourage of Nobz hefted their Choppaz and shouted out, Zadrakk shouted too, hearing the responding calls through the streets, through the night.
WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
They had come during the day, Gork'z Toof descending through the atmosphere, the trophy they had taken from Earth left in high orbit as they flew low enough for crude landing craft to begin to eject. Orkz in ramshackle Trukkz and bikes racing into the first city they found. Zadrakk made sure that only half of his Orkz left the ship, more or less... A few dozens might have joined them, Orkz were crazy like that, jumping off kroozers at high speed. Zadrakk made sure the Orkz moved out fast upon touching down, rushing the biggest city on the planet as planned. The Zabrak defenses were fierce but quickly overrun. It would've been a real brawl if the Toof didn't bombard the city as it passed overhead first. The few remaining survivors after the attack were rounded up and put to work, many facilities were being reformatted for construction, and space ports were being repurposed, made orky.
"We'z gotz all da boyz gavered back up, boss, Deyz makin' new orky 'ouzes around da city!" A rather large Nob with a red iron Gob and a large axe in his hand addressed the Warboss. "We gotz da Localz keepin' fings workin' too. Last I count We 'ad... a lot more boyz. Didn't see too many dead 'unz eivah." Zadrakk nodded, Orkz couldn't count but they knew when there were more Orkz than before. "Datz good, I trust ya ta get 'alf da current boyz out to da next City, Zog it up an' bring in more slavez. We needz 'em ta get ta work on da new shipz." "New shipz boss?" Zadrakk punched the inside of his Klaw, feeling it close in, his leathery hide feeling the crude sheers drawing lines on his knuckles. "Earf 'ad two gangs o' shipz an' dem flyin' gunz an' who knows what else? All we gotz iz da Toof an' dat Trophy. I want dat Trophy made into a big an' nasty warship, an' I want shipz ta come from 'ere. We need a 'uge gang a' shipz, we need more boyz, more dakka. I want ta smash dem earf gitz an' take dem 'uge gunz a' derez! Make it so an' I'll make youz a Boss in me WAAAGH!" The Nob could only nod, admiring the foresight of Warboss Zadrakk. "Yes, Boss!"
Zadrakk rested his hand on the railing of the palace, slaves and gretchin repairing many of the holes blasted in the walls. A large temple surrounded by statues of robed figures was being torn down and looted, something called 'siff' used to live there. Hurr hurr, burned their house down just like everyone else's. "We'z got planz fer da new ship, Boss!" Some gretchin ran up and unfurled a huge blueprint, it was crudely drawn but accurate to what Zadrakk wanted, save for one detail. "Gimme da pen!" He grabbed away the writing implement and made one change, the front of his new ship was to have a huge snarling face, a terrifying maw with guns in the eyes and mouth. "Dere we go. Get ta work on it!" The gretchin laughed and ran off as Zadrakk looked again, smoke rising, not the smokes of war but the smoke of industry. His new fleet was being born this bloody night.
WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
They had come during the day, Gork'z Toof descending through the atmosphere, the trophy they had taken from Earth left in high orbit as they flew low enough for crude landing craft to begin to eject. Orkz in ramshackle Trukkz and bikes racing into the first city they found. Zadrakk made sure that only half of his Orkz left the ship, more or less... A few dozens might have joined them, Orkz were crazy like that, jumping off kroozers at high speed. Zadrakk made sure the Orkz moved out fast upon touching down, rushing the biggest city on the planet as planned. The Zabrak defenses were fierce but quickly overrun. It would've been a real brawl if the Toof didn't bombard the city as it passed overhead first. The few remaining survivors after the attack were rounded up and put to work, many facilities were being reformatted for construction, and space ports were being repurposed, made orky.
"We'z gotz all da boyz gavered back up, boss, Deyz makin' new orky 'ouzes around da city!" A rather large Nob with a red iron Gob and a large axe in his hand addressed the Warboss. "We gotz da Localz keepin' fings workin' too. Last I count We 'ad... a lot more boyz. Didn't see too many dead 'unz eivah." Zadrakk nodded, Orkz couldn't count but they knew when there were more Orkz than before. "Datz good, I trust ya ta get 'alf da current boyz out to da next City, Zog it up an' bring in more slavez. We needz 'em ta get ta work on da new shipz." "New shipz boss?" Zadrakk punched the inside of his Klaw, feeling it close in, his leathery hide feeling the crude sheers drawing lines on his knuckles. "Earf 'ad two gangs o' shipz an' dem flyin' gunz an' who knows what else? All we gotz iz da Toof an' dat Trophy. I want dat Trophy made into a big an' nasty warship, an' I want shipz ta come from 'ere. We need a 'uge gang a' shipz, we need more boyz, more dakka. I want ta smash dem earf gitz an' take dem 'uge gunz a' derez! Make it so an' I'll make youz a Boss in me WAAAGH!" The Nob could only nod, admiring the foresight of Warboss Zadrakk. "Yes, Boss!"
Zadrakk rested his hand on the railing of the palace, slaves and gretchin repairing many of the holes blasted in the walls. A large temple surrounded by statues of robed figures was being torn down and looted, something called 'siff' used to live there. Hurr hurr, burned their house down just like everyone else's. "We'z got planz fer da new ship, Boss!" Some gretchin ran up and unfurled a huge blueprint, it was crudely drawn but accurate to what Zadrakk wanted, save for one detail. "Gimme da pen!" He grabbed away the writing implement and made one change, the front of his new ship was to have a huge snarling face, a terrifying maw with guns in the eyes and mouth. "Dere we go. Get ta work on it!" The gretchin laughed and ran off as Zadrakk looked again, smoke rising, not the smokes of war but the smoke of industry. His new fleet was being born this bloody night.
