SOME ‘UMIES JUST RUN AN SCREAM, SOME SIZZLE YA WITH THEIR DAKKA BEFORE THEY RUN AND SCREAM…BUT THESE ‘UMIES, WELL, THEY SIZZLE YA WITH SHOKK STIKKS BEFORE THEY GET KRUMP’D AND SCREAM.
The Freebooter Orks continued to explore the desolate moon, their enthusiasm waning as the thrill of battle faded. They grew restless, craving new challenges and fresh plunder. It was then that ‘Umiechewa, the Kaptin’s first mate, caught sight of a lot of smoke and shining lights in the distant sky, signaling the arrival of something intriguing. His squig-parrot squawked excitedly, sensing the potential for more loot.
“OI, KAPTIN! ‘AVE A LOOK AT DAT!” ‘Umiechewa called out, pointing at the structures below where the smoke and light was gonna come crashing down. “SOME OTHER GITZ GOT DA SAME FINKING AS US, AND IT AIN’T NO GROTS!”
Gorgrok Brewguzzla’s eyes lit up with a fierce gleam as he gazed upon the distant spectacle. “WAAAAAARRRRGH! ‘BOUT TIME SOMETHING NEW AND FIGHTY SHOWED UP! ‘AVE AT IT BOYZ!”
With a newfound sense of purpose, the Freebooter Orks set off, their minds filled with visions of glorious battles and untold treasures. As they closed in on the site, the silhouette of a massive ramshackle/dilapidated structures came into view, with a peppering of ‘UMIES standing there looking and waiting around. The Orks bared their teeth and gripped their weapons tighter, ready for a fight.
Gorgrok’s face twisted with a mix of irritation and excitement as he observed the well-coordinated tactics of the human space cops, who in all honesty were simply on guard. DA SPACE COPS, EH? DIS WHAT DA ‘UMIES HAVE TO KEEP OTHER ‘UMIES FROM ACTIN OUT OF PLACE EH? KINDA LOIK ‘UMIE RUNTHERDS, he thought. He was thinking loudly tho, so he might have been saying it too but no one was paying attention at that point as the rest of his Krew had already charged into battle.
The battle erupted with a furious intensity. The Freebooter Orks charged headlong into the fray, their roars drowning out the deafening gunfire. But this time, they faced adversaries who were skilled in evasive maneuvers, specifically big shields that got in the way of a good KRUMPIN’ and choppas that stung and distracted you more than they hurt. Needless to say, it was making it frustratingly difficult for the Orks to land a solid blow.
Each time the Orks thought they had a ‘UMIE cornered, they were met with a sudden counterstrike from their enemy’s Shokk Stikks, emitting blinding flashes of light and jolts of electric energy. It was disorienting, to say the least.
Gorgrok’s frustration grew with each missed swing and each shock he received. His boisterous laughter turned into furious bellowing. “I”LL CRUSH YA, YA GROT-LOVIN’ UMIES! COME ON NOW, GIMME A GOOD FOIGHT!”
Despite the Orks’ initial struggles, their raw strength and sheer determination began to turn the tide. The ‘UMIES fell one by one under the relentless onslaught of the Freebooter Orks. Finally, the battle drew to a close, leaving the moon’s surface littered with the defeated ‘UMIES.
As the dust settled, the Orks began scavenging the spoils of their victory. They discovered supplies among the wreckage, including ‘UMIE food packs, medical supplies, and a handful of tiny Dakka that hardly seemed worth the fight.
Gorgrok Brewguzzla’s disappointment was evident as he kicked aside a box of the miniature firearms. “Bah! Useless scrap! I was expectin’ somethin’ bigger, somethin’ flashier!”
‘Umiechewa approached his disgruntled Kaptin, his squig-parrot squawking sympathetically. “OI, I FINK DAT’S IT ON DIS ROK BOSS.” The Kaptin shot him a glare. “I’M DA BOSS AND I’ll SAY WHEN DA LOOTIN’ AND THE FIGHTIN’ IS RUN OUT.”
The Kaptin turned to the crew, still picking through the piles of scrap in the hopes of finding something good. “LADS, I FINK DAT’S I TON THIS ROK,” he bellowed, while pointing up into the sky at a even bigger planet than the moon they were on, “BUT THAT ONE, THAT ROK IS BIGGA. JUST LIKE AN ORK, THE BIGGA YOU ARE THE BETTA YOU ARE. ON A BIGGA ROK YOU GETS BIGGA LOOT AND BIGGA FIGHTS. BACK TO DA SHIP YA GITZ!”
He always knew how to rile his Boyz into action. It was easy, after all, just had to promise a good fight with loot at the end. You don’t become a Kaptin without having a talent for finding the best fights and the best loot, after all. Problem is, you gotta keep doing it else you can’t be Kaptin anymore, and Gorgrok Brewguzzla wasn’t about to let that happen.
Strategic Advantage 