Chapitre 2: The Transition to the Ork Grindset
The former College student has died from a stray bullet to the cranium and is now blasted into a sack in the ground where an Ork Boy has been growing.
POV GOTHOTH (MC)
"What the hell is this? Am I in a soggy swimming pool?" I attempt to move and surprisingly succeed in digging my way upward. I break to the surface, and I emerge panting and confused. Looking around, I see green fungus everywhere, and from what I could best describe as 3 anemic goblins with the faces of "Wallace and Gromit" characters.
I look quite confused as I also am green and about 5'4, which isn't synonymous with my outlook on the afterlife. I also looked at the disgusting ground sack I had come out of, and I realized that 'Just maybe I'm an Ork from Warhammer.'
I could be wrong, but I hear a cockney accent in the background… I now believe I am an Ork in Warhammer.
I begin to walk around and try to collect as much of my old life's info as possible on the Warhammer verse and mostly about Orks in general. I then walk out of the weird cave and into the light as I see a whole scrap metal camp with many Orks, Gnots, squigs, and a squiggoth.
I also saw many scrap metal tents and towers with turrets and weapons thrown together.
My heart sinks fast as an Ork approaches me with some intimidating armor.
"Oi git, whyd you lookz loik youd seen a ghoast?" I respond, trying to play the part, "I wuz juzt wondering wherez we are?"
Somehow, no matter how hard I tried in that sentence, I still had a cockney accent, which was weird, but I ignored it.
"Oh youz wazz azkin about tha planet wez on?" I respond, "Yeah thatz what I'z askin."
"Well weez on Cilix, weez been foightin the hummies forz a bit now but weez gonna win soon."
The last I knew about Cilix was that Orks invaded it, and the Imperium had almost lost it, so they sent a drop force. To the present time, there is an Ork Resistance on the planet. It is a minor planet anyway because of its distance from other planets. It is kind of like an island in some sense.
I say, "I see, thankz for the info ya git." I mentally wanted nothing more than to say git since I'd been talking to this wonderful Ork.
The Ork walks off, and I am left to wander around the Ork campsite.
I walked to a weapons vendor, and after a bit of talking, I got my first 'shoota,' apparently, the ork wanted me to pay him back someday with teeth for the gift.
I now have a shoota and need armor to pair, so I headed towards what looked like a mekboyz' shop to get some.
Now you wouldn't believe it, but Orks are kinda nice in the sense that they aren't totally going to screw you over if you have nothing, especially a new Ork called a 'Yoof' like me and accounting the situation the Orks were in on the planet it isn't like they wanted to kill off all the newborns because they could get into a better fight with more Ork Boyz.
He gave me some armor fit for a Yoof and told me to 'get to foightin if ya want some good armor,' to which I agreed and left.
Now, I'm basically a fully kitted Yoof, and I can start on my adventure of killing Hummies.
I walked over to a bunch of orks who were talking about a raid they were preparing for, and in my own excitement, I asked if I could join them, "Oi, could a neywbie git loik me get some action wit youz?" The supposed Nob of this group laughs hardily and responds, "Yeahhzz we wuz about to go get some hummies whoz waz going through the Jagger valley in a sneak attack."
I'd officially gotten into an ork gang, which hadn't gotten a name since they weren't big yet.
We loaded up into some wartrakks and warbikes and headed off to the Jagger Valley cliff overlooking the valley. We got there at around what I could only guess was 8 pm.
I approached the Nob and said, "So whatz the plan boss?" He responds, "Well whenz the hummies come threwz, wez gonna shoota dem." I look around at the other side of the valley in particular.
I said, "Boss, I might have a betta plan." I had spotted a potential landslide. The other side of the valley could collapse, filling the road in the valley and trapping the convoy between the 2 piles of dirt and rocks.
I point at the small mountain across the valley and say, "Boss, if wez hit that part of da mountain wez could trap tha hummies in da valley."
The Nob looked over the small mountain and agreed with a devious smile. He ordered his Ork Boys manning the Wartrakks to fire at the mountain on my command.
The whole gang was giddy at the idea of having a cunning plan and the chance to take souls simultaneously. We waited for around 3 minutes until we saw the convoy rolling past.
We watched and the wartrakk boyz were looking at me expectantly. The convoy got close enough, and I gave the signal, starting a roar of double-barreled shoota fire.
The landslide was a success; although it was a little late, it worked because it crushed the front vehicle, which was a Scylla. In the next moment, I ordered the wartrakks to get into advantageous positions, and I laid prone on the cliff, and the whole gang followed. We started to lay shoota fire down on the convoy. The large bullets tore through the Tauros and quad bikes. The single centaur was completely fine though.
The Cadian Guard that were fast enough hid behind small boulders or the Centaur. We kept laying down shoota fire, and the Cadian Guard responded with lasgun fire; one brave man mounted the Centaur turret and started to rip rounds at the cliff.
The firefight was hella fun for the Ork part of my brain. 2 ork boyz got on a warbike and launched themselves off the cliff and down the mountain we were on, yelling the whole way down.
I heard a faint voice from a Cadian guard, "FOR THE EMPEROR!!" I stopped aiming recklessly and aimed and shot the head off the Centuar gunner. I then focused on the guardsmen behind the Centaur. One of the orks got hit in the ear and shoulder next to me but kept firing.
The warbike with 2 boyz on it reached the convoy and started to ride around it, shooting pistols at the guardsmen behind the cover. One of the guardsmen dived towards the warbike and threw a grenade into the engine block of the warbike, which ended the lives of the boyz and him.
The nob got up and yelled, "CHARRRGGGEEE!!" 7 ork boyz followed him as they slid down the mountain, shooting at the convoy. One of the ork boys got shot in the leg and started to tumble down, dying to a jagged rock.
Another brave guardsman mounted the Centaur turret and started shooting at the 6 orks, sliding towards them and killing 3 of them. I began to focus on the Centaur gunner, killing him soon after.
One Ork boy died next to the nob and dropped; the nob hopped on the corpse and started to ride it like a snowboard down the sandy mountain. The nob reached the convoy and started to slaughter the remaining guardsmen.
The only Ork boy left reached the convoy and charged the centaur, which still had guardsmen in it. He threw a grenade into the hatch and killed the remaining 3 guardsmen who were cowering in the APC.
We had successfully destroyed the convoy. We began to disassemble what was left of the vehicles, weapons, and armor. We finished by strapping what we salvaged onto the back of the Wartrakks and headed back to camp.
TIME SKIP
About 1 year after I'd been in the band of rag-tag Orks I now know as the 'Scoota Shootas,' which was supposed to insinuate that they are fast and shoot things made perfect sense in the context of the struggle of the planet we were on. I was also the leader of the gang as well.
My group used hit-and-run tactics made by yours truly, which earned me the title of 'Weirder Boy' because of my supposed infinite knowledge. I was actually about fully adult size with a bigger shoota and better armor now that I had teeth.
Being in a large camp with my gang of Orks included, I had told them I would be a full adult soon, and that worked out as well as I had hoped.
I am now a 6'11 beast of an Ork with a full set of white-grey teeth and muscles. Still, I remain smaller than a normal Ork boy, but I am close.
The camp my scoota shoota gang was a part of was made of 8 different gangs that made up the whole camp, which had grown way bigger over the past year.
Now, the more technical fans could ask where is your warboss and why are you a leader of a gang, and yet you are small.
I am considered a weird boy in my gang but also an intelligent Ork. My plans actually work, and they can allow for successful raids. I am a sort of Nob because I effectively plan and execute attacks with my gang, which basically amounts to the Orks thinking I'm very cunning and smart.
The warboss situation comes down to the 2 largest gangs called the 'squig blastas' and the 'iron killas.'
I am not in the running yet as I cannot swing my weight as much as two 8'10 and 8'11 tall orks nobs fight for control, but in our camp, we have a sort of peace treaty because of the planetary war situation. We can't have it in-fighting, or we could be wiped out quickly.
Of course, the Ork nobs didn't even think about this, so I had to explain it to them slowly and repeatedly for about five days so they could understand.
The Ork camp reminds me of "Madmax" sometimes, but with hulking Orks and 8 different gangs chillin' and raiding and fighting humans for resources and land.
Transitioning to the current day.
I arrive back at the camp one day with my gang. We are all laughing about the small patrol we just plowed through the day before. We had gotten guns, armor, and most importantly, we scrapped an Imperial Guard tank and strapped it to the back of our junka trukk.
It was a bigger haul than most of the smaller gangs have managed, but nothing compared to the 2 big gangs since they were the ones to occupy the frontlines on Cilix.
I, a nob of my gang, had to report to the Nobs in the Ork 'leada tower,' where all the 8 Nobs congregated to plan and strategize, which mostly was under my recommendation and included me talking to the nobs about where they should go to get a good 'foight.'
Don't get me wrong; these oafs couldn't make a paper airplane, but with the Ork's psychic ability to have minor reality-warping capabilities, they could make it through sheer 'luck' and my ever-growing intelligence with that warping. (since they think I am super smart)
I was just increasing the chances of these strikes being successful. I was actually paying attention to all the info the Nobs brought back to me to try to make a sensible fight.
TIME SKIP
Around 3 years into the battle for Cilix, I am now leading the Orks that have finally conquered the planet and infested everything.
Thanks to me, I have guided the Orks to victory and have been granted the title of 'Gothoth, the weirdest boy.'
The Smartest Ork and His Empire
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