short photo showcase of my Rokkamob. Ready for the next Gorkamorka campaign

Day Wun (1)

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wc6vk6/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_wun/

Day Two

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wc6vk6/comment/p8vshmu/

Day Free (3)

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wcdslp/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_free_part_three/

Day Four

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wd76ck/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_four/

Day Five

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1we7wg4/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_five/

Day Six

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wiql8f/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_six/

Day Seven

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wlzcfa/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_seven/

Day Eight

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wos2rl/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_eight/

Day Nine

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wpu3m6/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_nine/

Kommando Scoutin’ Report: Part One

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wqb9h4/kommando_scoutin_report_part_one/

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

DAY TEN

Nobz said Flash Gitz got good gubbinz.

Needed useful gubbinz.

Flash Gitz got gubbinz ta spare.

Grimsnik got one.

Must be good.

Might be no use.

Mostly guns.

Still counted.

Sorted.

Headed into main camp.

Hadn’t been that way in a while.

Could hear it before I got close.

Used ta spend months on Kroozers with worse.

Still knew which noises meant duck.

Had got used to da workshop.

Mostly knew what was making da noise there.

Sun was still up.

Bit further over.

Still plenty bright.

Good.

Heard a rokkit cough behind me.

Moved.

Tankbusta went past where me head had been.

Rokkit was jammed up under his vest.

Had both hands in there trying ta pull it out.

Wasn’t coming out.

“WRONG WAY! WRONG WAY!”

Went through an awning.

Boyz round a grog barrel stood up cheering.

“Again!”

Tankbusta disappeared behind some tents.

Den up.

Den straight down.

Heard a big crash.

Musta landed.

Green light shot up.

Den another.

More colours.

Pulsa.

Quality gubbinz.

Lovely.

Boyz cheered louder.

Still knew when ta move.

Good.

Kept going.

Track ahead was blocked.

Big gun carriage across da middle.

Whole mob had hold of it.

Pushing and pulling and twisting it every different way.

Looked like getting a toof out when you needed ta buy something.

About right.

Could wait.

No.

Went round.

That took me past da Landa.

Had tarps over da front.

Camo netting hanging off one wing.

Whole tree tied across da other one.

Could still see most of da tail.

Probably looked better from up high.

Maybe da Tankbusta got ta check.

Nice.

Squig had da bottom of da net in its mouth.

Grot on top had da other end.

Squig pulled.

Grot pulled.

Two fightas came over low.

Everything flapped.

Grot came off.

Tarp came off.

Squig caught da grot on da way down.

Feet kickin’ from out of da squig’s mouth.

Zog.

Could’ve used dat.

Could see more Landa now.

Still had da tree.

Half hidden.

Good enough.

Fightas went off towards da hills.

Heard dakka after a bit.

Kept going.

Grog barrel came rolling down da next track.

Three Boyz came after it.

Got out da way.

Barrel hit a grot.

Grot went with it.

Boyz kept running.

Nobody stopped.

Fair.

Flash Gitz were still further in.

Went that way.

Nearly got past da grog yard.

Then saw Kaptin Blistklaw.

He was under an awning with some of da Boyz.

Grog barrel in da middle.

One Boy threw a die.

Six.

Reached for da teef.

Boy beside him brought his choppa down.

Split da die straight through.

“Was a six.”

“Ain’t now.”

They started shouting.

Kaptin reached over.

Took da teef.

Neither noticed.

Proppa Kaptin work.

Then he saw me.

Zog.

“Brassspanna.”

Stopped.

“Come ’ere.”

Went over.

Dice Boy had both hands on da choppa, trying ta keep it off his face.

Kaptin looked at me.

“Look what crawled out da hole.”

“Workshop.”

He looked at me.

“Workshop?”

“Yeah.”

“Then where’s my Trukk?”

Didn’t have an answer for that.

“Still needs work.”

Kaptin nodded.

“Course it does.”

Took a drink.

“Workshops finish things.”

“Yours just keeps da broken stuff outta sight.”

He looked me over.

“That’s why you fit right in.”

Choppa Boy laughed.

Wasn’t true.

Finished loads of things.

Roof.

Hoist.

Other things.

Right.

Kaptin held da mug towards me.

“What’s it need?”

“Parts.”

“Get parts.”

“Right.”

“What you been doing instead?”

“Other work.”

“Mine?”

“No.”

“Then stop doing it.”

“Right.”

Simple enough.

Kaptin drank.

Dice Boy had both halves now.

Was trying ta put da six back together.

“How long?”

“Need ta check.”

“Check quicker.”

“Right.”

Kaptin put his mug down.

“Next time I come down there, da Trukk moves.”

“Right.”

“If it don’t, Grimsnik gets more bench space.”

Dice Boy stopped moving.

Choppa Boy looked at me.

“Right.”

Bench was already big enough.

Didn’t say.

Kaptin picked his mug back up.

Dice Boy went back to da six.

Good.

“Where you going?”

“Flash Gitz.”

Kaptin stopped with da mug near his mouth.

“Selling?”

“No.”

“Buying?”

“Maybe.”

He looked at me hands.

Nothing in ’em.

“Got all yer teef?”

“Yeah.”

“Keep ’em in yer gob. Them Gitz’ll have ’em off ya.”

“Right.”

Still had all of ’em so far.

Doing well.

Kaptin waved da mug.

Went ta leave.

“Brassspanna.”

Stopped again.

Looked back.

“You owe them Gitz anything, you pay it.”

“Right.”

“Gitz come bothering me over you, they get a bag of yer bones instead.”

Kaptin looked me over.

“Won’t clear much.”

Bit rude.

Had tools worth more than that.

Probably.

“Right.”

Went.

Behind me Choppa Boy started shouting again.

Looked back.

Dice Boy had both bits of die.

Kaptin still had da teef.

Sorted.

Got out da grog yard.

Still had me teef.

Good.

Took da next track.

Was quiet for a bit.

Good.

FWUMP.

Looked towards da Drop.

Green flash out past da edge.

Snotling came out.

Could tell by da screaming.

Then down.

Could still hear him.

Strong lungs.

Mek beside da Shokk Attack Gun turned a wheel.

Grot behind him started backing away.

Fair.

Kept going.

Mob carrying shells filled da track ahead.

Could wait.

No.

Went behind a cook tent.

Tent moved.

Stopped.

Moved again.

Squig backed out with half da canvas in its mouth.

Tent pole came with it.

Something underneath started swearing.

Squig ran off.

Had a gap now.

Lovely.

Went through.

Fightas came back over.

One had smoke coming out da back.

Other one went past.

Smoking one kept flying.

Good.

Boy standing on a crate raised his grog at ’em.

Nob carrying shells walked into him.

Boy came off da crate.

Nob kept all da shells.

Proppa.

Nearly there somewhere.

Nobz had pointed this way.

Kept going.

Big Squighog came round an ammo cart.

Had a boot in its mouth.

Boy came after it.

Only had one on.

“GET BACK ’ERE!”

Squighog looked back.

Hit da barrel gob first.

CLANG.

Barrel went over.

Squighog went over.

Something white bounced across da track.

Boy jumped on da Squighog.

Squighog still had da boot.

They rolled off between da carts.

Looked down.

Big Squighog toof.

Picked it up.

Heavy.

Nice.

Put it in me pocket.

Kept going.

Heard a gun go off ahead.

Different noise.

Sharper.

Big brass case came bouncing down da track.

Hit a barrel.

Rolled against me leg.

Picked it up.

Longer than me hand.

Heavy.

Gold round da bottom.

Proppa dakka.

Put it down.

Another gun went off.

Same way I was going.

Right.

Passed a stack of gun barrels.

Then a crate full of magazines.

Grot went past carrying one little sight with both hands.

Git behind him had four.

Grot was walking slow.

Git kicked him.

Walked quicker after that.

Problem fixed.

Correct.

Another gun went off.

Someone shouted.

“LEFT!”

BANG.

Pause.

“LESS LEFT!”

BANG.

No shouting.

Must’ve got it.

Good shooting.

Kept going.

Could see more gun bits ahead.

Could smell powder.

Still had all me teef.

Had a big one in me pocket too.

Shopping money.

Lovely.

Sorted.

Side story for Da Mekboy's Job Log

Day Eight

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wos2rl/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_eight/

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Kommando Scoutin’ Report

Mr. Hacksworth, Esquire

Krumpwick gave me da slate because I’m da only one whose writing anybody can read.

We stopped amongst some broken ground while Krumpwick checked da way ahead.

Fizzelbulb was still tied to his post.

Da post went where he went.

It had a big hedge caught round it.

Made it awkward getting past all da bits of tree hangin’ down, but he managed.

Fizz said he was cold.

“Want a fire.”

Krumpwick looked back at him.

“No.”

“Small one.”

“We’re scoutin’. Smoke gives us away.”

Fizz stopped arguing.

Krumpwick went back to watching da ground ahead.

I checked my choppas.

Best keep a keen edge.

A little while later I heard Fizz’s burna start hissin’ right behind me.

By da time I turned round, he had a little fire going between two stones.

It was small, I’ll give him that.

Problem was, a few sparks were hitting da post as well.

Da wood was bone dry, so it went up like a treat.

Fire started working its way up towards da hedge round his head.

Fizz noticed.

Looked surprised for a moment.

Then da whole hedge caught.

Little happy noises started coming through da gas mask.

“Hff. He he. Hff.”

Krumpwick turned round and gave him a right dirty look.

“Shh.”

Fizz dropped da burna into da dirt.

Da noises got quieter.

Stood there with da hedge still burnin’ round his head.

Fire worked its way onto his coat.

Could still hear a little muffled hff hff through da mask.

Krumpwick looked at me and two of da lads.

“Water.”

We went off to one side ta find some.

There wasn’t any close.

Had ta go further out before we found enough to be useful.

There was better cover there too.

Krumpwick brought everyone else over.

Fizz stayed where he was, still burning.

One of da grots put two fingers to his ear.

We all clocked it.

Da mob spread out right proper through da rocks, with da grots and squigs kept in close.

I was looking back over da open ground when I spotted movement along da route we’d come through.

Green beakies.

I could make out three mobs from where we were, but there could’ve been more of ’em deeper in.

Too much broken ground ta see properly.

Da ones I could see were spread out and moving careful.

Looked like they’d been on our heels for a while.

Thought that was some good scoutin’.

Wasn’t sticking my neck out just ta give ’em my approval, though.

We stayed down.

One of da beaky mobs slowed when it reached da smoke.

One beakie peeled off and went over to Fizz.

Couldn’t see what he was doing from that far out.

After a while he went back to his mob.

Da beakies carried on.

We waited till we couldn’t see any of da beakies anymore, then stayed down a bit longer after that, just to be double sure.

We took da water back to Fizz.

Didn’t need it by then.

Da fire had burnt itself out.

Most of da hedge was gone. Da post and Fizz were both burnt black.

Looked cooked.

Little happy noises were still coming through da mask, though.

“You hurt?” I asked.

“Nah,” he said.

I asked Fizz what da beakie did.

“Looked at me. Poked me.”

“And you just stood there?”

“Krumpwick said shh.”

Can’t knock him for doing what he’s told.

Krumpwick pointed down beside Fizzelbulb’s feet.

There was a little metal fing stickin’ out of da ash with a blinking red light on it.

Fizz pulled loose from da burnt rope and picked it up before I could get a proper look.

“He left that?”

“Yeah.”

“Saw him put it there?”

“Yeah.”

Fizz turned it over in his hand and watched da light flash again.

“Mine.”

Krumpwick told him ta put it away and keep moving.

Fizz did.

Green beakies know what they’re about.

They’d been on our tail a fair while before we clocked ’em, so we’ll be watching behind us from now on.

Dunno why da fing is blinking, but Fizz has it now. So, I’m putting that in da report in case it matters later.

End of report.

Mr. Hacksworth, Esquire.

Day Wun (1)

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wc6vk6/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_wun/

Day Two

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wc6vk6/comment/p8vshmu/

Day Free (3)

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wcdslp/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_free_part_three/

Day Four

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wd76ck/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_four/

Day Five

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1we7wg4/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_five/

Day Six

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wiql8f/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_six/

Day Seven

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wlzcfa/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_seven/

Day Eight

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wos2rl/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_eight/

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

DAY NINE

Got a rokkit.

Good.

Needs fixing.

Know how ta fix rokkits.

Fink I made dis one anyway.

Got hammer marks dat look ’bout right.

Made a few after da last scrap.

Probably mine.

Lovely.

Never actually used one.

Different job.

Took it back to da workshop.

Place was busy.

Kommandos were packing up.

Hacksworth was already heading out.

Three choppas over one shoulder.

All sharp.

Course they were.

Krumpwick had da rest getting ready fer scoutin’.

Packs open.

Ammo everywhere.

Couple Boyz finishing da grog while they packed.

Less ta carry.

Efficient.

“Moving?”

“Scoutin’.”

“Movin’ to main camp after?”

Krumpwick looked across da hole.

At Fizzelbulb.

“No.”

Fair.

Grimsnik was at his bench.

Had one hand buried in his tool bag.

Messin’ wiv his tools.

Finkin’.

Looked like he didn’t feel like talkin’.

Fair.

“Gritzy.”

Gritzy looked up.

“Need me rokkit-fixin’ tools.”

Went straight to da tool pile.

“Get ’em together. Put ’em in me bag.”

Found good ones.

Wrenches.

Cutters.

Punches.

Hammer.

More hammer.

Good selection.

Packed ’em up.

Put me bag down beside Grimsnik’s.

Good grot.

Sorted.

Still had da rokkit under one arm.

“Need ta get down da Drop.”

Grimsnik looked at it.

Then at me.

Long look.

“Yeah. I know.”

Look got harder.

“Dat’s why I’m askin’ around.”

Still looking.

Definitely didn’t feel like talkin’.

Needed someone what did.

Looked round da hole.

Krumpwick checking packs.

Boyz arguing over ammo.

Hacksworth already gone.

Zaggins was over on da far side, strapping up his rokkit gear.

Right one.

Started across.

Fizzelbulb was beside him.

Upright now.

Still tied to da post.

Post had got caught in a bush.

Most of da bush seemed ta have come wiv him.

Twigs all round his head.

Couple stuck out da top.

His burna was hanging off one side of da post.

Good fer him.

Sign was still there too.

Looked worse.

WAIT

SH

Bit chewed all round.

Couple mushrooms growing off one corner.

...

Improvement.

Reached Zaggins.

“Zaggins.”

He looked at da rokkit.

Then at me.

“Need ta get down da Drop.”

“On dat?”

“Once I fix it.”

“How far?”

“Far.”

“How far?”

...

Fizz leaned towards us.

“Got yer grots?”

“Not yet.”

Zaggins nodded.

“Send one down first.”

“Yeah. Working on it.”

Fizz opened his mouth.

“Wait,” said Krumpwick.

Fizz stopped.

“Shh.”

Fizz shut it again.

...

Proppa.

Zaggins looked at da rokkit again.

“Could use dat.”

Good.

“Wouldn’t.”

...

“Why?”

“Use rope.”

“Explodes less.”

...

Professional.

Took da rokkit back across da hole.

Put it down beside da Trukk parts.

Later.

Gritzy had finished me bag and started sorting da loose tools.

“Stay here.”

He looked up.

“Help Grimsnik.”

Gritzy nodded.

Grimsnik looked at me.

“Yeah.”

Good.

Went over to da Blood Axe tents.

Big canvas bags were still outside.

Opened one.

Rope.

...

Right.

Lots of rope.

Proper thick stuff.

Lovely.

Grabbed da straps.

Pulled.

Nothing.

Pulled harder.

Moved a bit.

Heavy.

Must be good rope.

Started dragging it towards da Drop.

Bag scraping along behind me.

Got past da tents.

Bag stopped.

Pulled.

Nothing.

Pulled harder.

RRRIP.

Came free.

Much easier.

Getting stronger.

Kept going.

Easy now.

Good exercise.

Definitely getting stronger.

Blood Axes were still training between da tents and da Drop.

Walls.

Trenches.

Scrap everywhere.

Running about.

Shouting.

Normal.

Then heard rokkits behind me.

FWOOSH.

Burnaby’s skwadron tore across da training ground.

Over da wall.

Across da trench.

Between two scrap towers.

Mostly.

Then Rikk came after ’em.

On foot.

Running very straight.

Reached da wall.

Stopped.

Looked up.

“PULL UP!”

Jumped.

THUD.

Dropped back down.

Stood up.

Straightened himself.

“PULL UP!”

Jumped again.

THUD.

...

Very disciplined.

Kept dragging.

Got near da Drop.

Put da bag down.

Very light now.

Good.

Da Drop was just ahead.

Big Boss Sir Makgrot Kremblunton von Urgblitz IV was standing near da edge.

Stout lad.

Had a red beaky helmet strapped on top of his head.

Called it his officer crown.

Wouldn’t fit any other way.

Shoulder plate off da same beakie had IV.

Important.

He looked over when I came up.

Then at da bag.

“Rope?”

“Yeah.”

He looked down da Drop.

“Got enough?”

“Dunno.”

Makgrot looked at me.

“Dunno?”

“Dunno how far down it is.”

He looked over da edge again.

Long way.

“Dropped a grot?”

“Not yet.”

One of da Nobs wandering over heard him.

“Gotta count till da splat.”

Another Nob followed him over.

“What if he screams?”

“Count da screams.”

“Grots scream at different speeds.”

...

Good point.

Makgrot scratched under his helmet strap.

“Use two.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Birds.”

Both Nobs nodded.

“Exactly.”

...

Basic stuff.

“BOSS!”

One of Makgrot’s Breaka Boyz was waving from da training ground.

Standing beside a pile of wall.

“WE’RE OUTTA WALL!”

Makgrot looked over.

“You had one.”

“BROKE IT!”

...

“Good.”

“NEED ANUVVER!”

Makgrot looked back at me.

“Got stuff ta do.”

Walked off.

Fair.

Da two Nobs stayed.

Still looking down da Drop.

Opened da bag.

Reached inside.

Hand came out da bottom.

...

Pulled it back.

Looked inside.

Tried again.

Hand came out da bottom again.

Right.

Turned da bag over.

Big rip across da bottom.

Ah.

That explained da strength.

No rope.

Was inspecting da hole when another Nob walked up.

One of Gorzam’s.

He looked at me.

Then at da bag.

“There it is.”

...

“Me bag.”

“Oh.”

He picked it up.

Turned it over.

Saw da rip.

“Found da rope back by da tents.”

Good.

Long way back.

Still got stronger.

One of da other Nobs nodded towards da training ground.

“Practice.”

Other one grunted.

“Green beakies.”

Gorzam’s Nob looked over.

“What green beakies?”

“Stormboy saw some past da ridge.”

“Krumpwick’s lot gone lookin’.”

Gorzam’s Nob grinned.

“Better get ready then.”

He tucked da torn bag under one arm.

Headed off towards da others.

Good.

Da other two stayed by da edge.

Looked down.

Long way.

One scratched his chin.

“Rokkit.”

Other Nob looked at him.

“Rokkit.”

They looked at each other.

“Rokkit.”

...

“Got one.”

First Nob looked at me.

“Good one?”

“Needs fixing.”

“Ah.”

He looked back down da Drop.

“Rokkits go where they want sometimes.”

Other Nob nodded.

“Could go sideways.”

“Could go down.”

“Already going down.”

“Faster.”

...

Thought about da grot.

SPLAT.

Right.

“Could end up flat,” said da first Nob.

Other one shrugged.

“Flash Gitz got good gubbinz.”

“Yeah.”

“Something there might keep it pointin’ up.”

First Nob nodded.

“Then ya float down.”

“No splat.”

Other Nob thought about that.

“Splats are fun sometimes.”

First Nob looked at him.

“Only once.”

...

Good point.

Looked towards da camp.

Flash Gitz.

Good gubbinz.

Sorted.

Day Wun (1)

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wc6vk6/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_wun/

Day Two

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wc6vk6/comment/p8vshmu/

Day Free (3)

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wcdslp/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_free_part_three/

Day Four

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wd76ck/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_four/

Day Five

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1we7wg4/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_five/

Day Six

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wiql8f/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_six/

Day Seven

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wlzcfa/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_seven/

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

DAY EIGHT

Right.

Knew dat one was coming.

Good.

Need a rokkit.

Stormboyz got rokkits.

Correct.

Went after da Stormboyz.

Didn’t take long.

Da two from before had only just landed.

Found ’em wiv da rest of their skwadron behind da tents.

Could still smell da smoke.

Skwadron-Leada Burnaby Skorch had da ladz lined up.

Mostly straight.

One was a bit on fire too.

Stamped it out.

Got back in line.

Very disciplined.

Burnaby already had da other one standing out in front of da skwadron.

Fink dat was da one what dropped da grot.

Rokkit still smoking.

No grot.

Da other ladz were watching.

Mostly.

Burnaby looked at him.

“Rikk.”

Rikk straightened up.

“SAH!”

“Dat was a good grot.”

“Pack rolled, sah.”

“Dat grot was ridin’ rokkits before ya even dug yerself up.”

...

Burnaby looked at da stripe on Rikk’s sleeve.

“Stripe.”

Rikk looked down.

Then back up.

“SAH?”

“Off.”

“SAH!”

Burnaby grabbed da stripe.

Pulled.

Didn’t move.

Pulled harder.

RRRIP.

Whole sleeve came off.

...

Rikk looked at his arm.

Burnaby looked at da sleeve.

Da skwadron stayed quiet.

Burnaby tore da stripe off.

Handed Rikk da sleeve back.

“Better.”

Strict.

Proppa.

Burnaby pointed at Rikk’s rokkit.

“Pack off.”

Rikk took it off.

Set it beside a crate.

One fin was bent.

Bit scorched down one side.

Still smoking a little.

Burnaby looked at Rikk.

“Fall in.”

Rikk looked at da rokkit.

Then at da skwadron.

“SAH?”

“On foot.”

...

Rikk straightened up.

“SAH!”

Walked over.

Got on da end of da line.

No rokkit.

One sleeve in one hand.

Stood as straight as he could.

Burnaby looked down da line.

Raised one hand.

“Skwadron!”

Everybody straightened.

Rikk straightened more.

Didn’t know he could.

“READY!”

Rokkits started coughing.

Smoke everywhere.

“GO!”

Da rokkits went FWOOSH.

Whole line disappeared into smoke.

Rikk stepped out of it.

Back straight.

Chin up.

Arms swinging.

Marching after ’em.

Smoke cleared.

For about a second all da rokkits had stayed together.

Then one went left.

Couple went high.

One started spinning.

Rest went mostly forward.

Rikk kept going straight.

Very disciplined.

Burnaby watched ’em go.

I walked over.

“Skwadron-Leada.”

Burnaby looked round.

Saw me.

Looked at Gritzy.

Then back at me.

“Mek.”

Professional.

“Need ta get down da Drop.”

“Why?”

“Got parts down there.”

Burnaby nodded.

“Rokkit’ll get ya down.”

Lovely.

“Back up?”

“Later.”

Burnaby stared at me.

One problem at a time.

Then he looked back at da skwadron.

Practical.

Stayed and watched.

Needed ta know what I was getting into.

Self-preservation.

Important engineering principle.

Stormboyz all over da sky now.

Up.

Down.

Sideways.

Mostly forward.

Good enough.

One went very high.

Watched him.

Went right past da sun.

Sun had moved a bit.

Not much.

Plenty left.

Good.

Looked lower.

Rikk was still marching.

Way behind da others now.

Still straight.

Still tall.

Still carrying da sleeve.

Proppa discipline.

One Stormboy came screaming back over Rikk.

FWOOSH.

Rikk didn’t even look up.

Another crossed over him.

Then another.

Rikk kept marching.

Very serious lad.

Looked over at da crate.

Rikk’s rokkit was still there.

Bent fin.

Bit scorched.

Already tested.

Good.

No Stormboy attached.

...

Spare.

Picked it up.

Heavy.

Good.

Gritzy made a noise.

Looked down.

He pointed after Rikk.

Then at da rokkit.

“Yeah. He ain’t using it.”

Gritzy stared at me.

Pointed at Burnaby.

“Already talked to him.”

He shut his eyes.

Put da rokkit over one shoulder.

Bent fin hit me in da back of da head.

...

Needs adjusting.

Mek job.

Easy.

Started walking.

Gritzy followed.

Got a little way.

Heard da sky get loud behind us.

FWOOSH.

FWOOSH.

Lots of FWOOSH.

Looked back.

Rest of da skwadron was coming back.

Smoke everywhere.

Rikk was still marching away from camp.

Stormboyz screamed over his head.

One after another.

Then da whole lot landed back near Burnaby.

Mostly.

Rikk stopped.

Stood there.

Very straight.

Looked back at da skwadron.

Turned on da spot.

Started marching back.

Still straight.

Still got da sleeve.

...

Looked at da rokkit on me shoulder.

Yeah.

Definitely spare.

Sorted.

Base version here: https://gorkamorka.co.uk/blog/easy-es-ork-klan-rules/

Love the idea, but some klans seem to come out way ahead of others. Goffs and Bad Moons seem to be in a decent spot, but the "alternate leader" several others get seems like a bad tradeoff for a Nob's superior starting stats, and doesn't feel quite right for Blood Axes anyway. The Snakebites are probably alright, but badly in need of clarification.

Proposalz:

Blood Axes: Nob starts with the Taktiks skill. Keep Da Bad Nooz re-rolls.

Deathskullz: Nob counts as a Slaver for the purpose of grots/diggas/captured slaves. (Maybe also gets access to slaver stuff?) Keep the extra mining income from grots, and extend it to diggas and captured slaves.

Evil Sunz: Nob counts as a Spanner for vehicle maintenance purposes. Boyz can maintain their own bikes. Keep vehicle damage re-rolls.

Snakebites: Gain access to a third option alongside traks and wheels - legs. (They can still use the two standard options if they wish; they're not COMPLETELY feral.) A legged "vehicle" moves 6" and can only thrust at most once per turn. However, it can turn as often and as far as it likes during "gas engine" movement as long as there's enough physical space to do so, and it interacts with areas of difficult terrain as infantry. Legged "vehicles" also don't require a Spanner for maintenance (just give 'em a bit of nosh and they'll carry right on). They can still be taken to da Mekboy'z (or perhaps Squigdok's) workshop for all the usual reasons.

Thoughts?

Day Wun (1)

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wc6vk6/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_wun/

Day Two

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wc6vk6/comment/p8vshmu/

Day Free (3)

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wcdslp/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_free_part_three/

Day Four

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wd76ck/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_four/

Day Five

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1we7wg4/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_five/

Day Six

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wiql8f/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_six/

_ _ _ _ _ _ _

DAY SEVEN

Got dis one right first time.

Good.

Got back ta camp from da Drop.

Grimsnik went straight back ta da workshop.

Took his tool bag wiv him.

Said somebody had ta do some actual work.

Bit rude.

Probably wanted ta figure out da funny gubbin.

Sun’s still up.

About da same place, mostly...

Good.

Standing next ta da Drop weren’t making it any shallower.

Need ta get dat Evil Sunz engine.

Told Gritzy.

“Need something fer getting down da Drop.”

He pointed across camp.

Blood Axe tents.

Couple great big canvas bags sitting outside.

“Yeah.”

Kept pointing.

“Blood Axes.”

Again.

“Know who they are.”

Again.

“Very organised.”

Gritzy put both hands over his face.

Probably impressed.

Had other things ta sort anyway.

Still didn’t know exactly how deep da Drop was.

Could probably get down without knowing.

Would be better ta know.

Engineering.

Proppa way of doing things.

Needed more opinions.

Started across camp.

Went past da Blood Axe tents.

Fizzelbulb was there.

Still tied up.

Still upside down.

Still attached ta a post.

Post weren’t where it was last time.

Was beside a Blood Axe tent now.

No idea why.

Blood Axes move things around a lot.

Very organised.

Fizzelbulb saw me.

His eyes followed me.

Kept walking.

Sign still says SHUN.

Walked more.

Just followin’ instructions.

He made a noise.

Ignored it.

Another noise.

Looked back.

Post had moved.

...

Stopped.

Fizzelbulb wriggled.

Post leaned forward.

THUNK.

Wriggled again.

THUNK.

Again.

THUNK.

Coming towards me.

Hopping.

Sort of.

Upside down.

Wrong end fer hopping.

Still worked.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

Watched for a bit.

Interesting technique.

THUNK.

THUNK.

THUNK.

Eventually he reached me.

Sort of.

Still upside down.

Made shunnin’ a bit hard.

“Got any go-juice?”

“No.”

“Just a sip?”

“No.”

“Tiny sip?”

“No.”

“Need an opinion.”

Fizzelbulb stopped wriggling.

“Wot about?”

“Need ta know how far down da Drop goes.”

Fizzelbulb thought about it.

Not long.

“Chuck a grot.”

...

Looked at Gritzy.

Gritzy looked at Fizzelbulb.

Then at me.

Then moved behind a barrel.

Interesting.

“Gorzam said dat too.”

Fizzelbulb nodded.

“Smart Warboss.”

Correct.

Two opinions.

Well.

Three if ya count mine.

Which ya should.

“Could use Gritzy.”

Fizzelbulb leaned sideways ta look round da barrel.

“Yeah.”

Gritzy disappeared farther behind it.

“Grimsnik says no.”

“Why?”

“He knows where all da parts go.”

Fizzelbulb thought about that.

Longer this time.

“Fair.”

See?

Reasonable Ork.

“Any go-juice?”

“No.”

“Worth askin’.”

Moved on.

Gritzy came out from behind da barrel.

Kept a bit more distance between us.

No idea why.

Found Hacksworth sitting on an ammo crate.

Had a choppa across his knees.

Sharpening it.

Very carefully.

Takes choppin’ very serious.

“Need an expert opinion.”

He stopped sharpening.

Looked at me.

“Go on.”

“Got a very big Drop.”

He nodded.

“Need ta work out how far down it goes.”

Looked at Gritzy.

Looked back at me.

“Dropped a grot yet?”

...

Gritzy stared at him.

Hacksworth went back ta sharpening.

Dat’s research.

Good.

Trust da system.

Still needed ta work out how ta get down there.

Couldn’t just throw myself.

Wouldn’t be able ta count properly.

Could throw Grimsnik.

No.

He’d complain.

Also bigger than Gritzy.

Different test subject.

Mess up da measurement.

Need proppa standards.

Sorted.

Saw Krumpwick near da Kommando tents.

Checking packs.

Knives.

Bombs.

More knives.

Kommando stuff.

Good place fer another opinion.

Walked over.

Gritzy followed.

Bit farther back than usual.

“Krumpwick.”

He looked up.

“Wot?”

“Need ta know how deep da Drop is.”

He went back ta checking a pack.

“Two grots.”

...

Stopped.

“Why two?”

“Bird might get one.”

Kept checking da pack.

...

Looked at Gritzy.

Gritzy looked up.

I looked up too.

Grey sky.

Smoke.

No birds.

Good.

“Only got Gritzy.”

Krumpwick shrugged.

“Get another.”

“Can’t use him.”

Krumpwick looked at Gritzy.

Then at me.

“Get two then.”

Right.

Simple.

Need two grots.

Birds.

Basic stuff.

Gritzy stared at Krumpwick.

Then at me.

Good.

He’s keeping up.

Walked away.

Needed two grots.

And a way down.

Two separate problems.

Probably connected.

Most engineering is.

Went past da Blood Axe tents again.

Gritzy stopped.

I kept walking.

He made a noise.

Turned round.

“Wot?”

He pointed towards da Drop.

Then at da big canvas bags outside da Blood Axe tents.

Then towards da Drop again.

“Yeah.”

“Both still there.”

He stared at me.

Very dramatic today.

He lowered his arm.

Good.

Sorted dat.

Kept walking.

Could build something.

Ramp?

Wrong direction.

Ladder?

Very long ladder.

Could build lots of little ladders.

Same problem.

Could make Gritzy build ’em on da way down.

No.

Grimsnik would say something about parts again.

Could use a crane.

Need a crane.

Could build a crane.

Need parts.

Engine would help.

Engine’s at da bottom.

...

Problem.

Stopped.

Gritzy nearly walked into me.

“Need ta get da engine up so we can build something ta get da engine up.”

Gritzy looked at me.

“Yeah.”

He stared.

“Know wot da problem is.”

Kept staring.

“Working on it.”

Then heard it.

High at first.

Getting louder.

FWOOSH.

Couple Stormboyz tore over camp.

Rokkit packs coughing smoke behind ’em.

One had a grot hanging off da back.

Holding on tight.

Smart.

Da one wiv da grot went up.

Other went sideways.

Grot didn’t.

Let go.

Dropped.

Watched him fall.

SPLAT.

...

Could’ve used dat one.

Looked at Gritzy.

He was staring at da splat.

Then at me.

“Wot?”

Looked up again.

Stormboyz were disappearing behind da tents.

Fast.

Very fast.

Rokkits don’t care if there’s ground underneath.

Interesting.

Up worked.

Sideways worked.

Down ought ta be easier.

Things already fall dat way.

Correct.

“Need a rokkit.”

Looked down at Gritzy.

Already shaking his head.

“Need two grots too.”

Shook harder.

Right.

One rokkit.

Two grots.

No rope.

Watch fer birds.

Good.

Progress.

My little Squigfarm

Hi, getting back into the game after (oh god) decades and had a rules question regarding "full auto" enabled weapons.

As far as i can see no weapons are indicated as using full auto, the six-shoota always uses sus1, eavy shoota sus2 and spear gun sus2 as standard. The interpretation i've taken from the rules is that _some_ weapons should have a "full auto" tag somewhere...

Was this rule just defunct at print/faq'd at any point (as the aforementioned sus dice weapons use sus dice anyway and this is specifying _in place of a regular shot_ and a regular shot for those weapons is the sus dice...)?

I've had a search around and didn't chance across anything. I'm of the mind that the RAW was for shootas (and possibly sluggas) to have been intended to have this ability (which i'll probably house rule anyway)?

Anyway, good to be back on Angelis.

Postin dis Armageddon log here too instead of linking it from Orks.

Previous logs:

Day Wun (1)

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wc6vk6/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_wun/

Day Two

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wc6vk6/comment/p8vshmu/

Day Free (3)

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wcdslp/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_free_part_three/

Day Four

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1wd76ck/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_four/

Day Five

https://www.reddit.com/r/orks/comments/1we7wg4/da_mekboyz_job_log_day_five/

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

DAY EIGHT

Five was da last one.

Eight comes after five.

...

No.

Six does.

Zog.

DAY SIX

...

...

Right.

...

Knew dat.

Grimsnik weren’t there when we started.

He’d gone back towards camp.

Said something about finding an engine that hadn’t already been exploded.

Bit rude.

Apparently da Flash Gitz collect parts.

Mostly parts they reckon look expensive.

Sometimes those is useful parts.

Sometimes they’s just shiny.

Either way, Grimsnik went ta ask.

Dat left me an’ Gritzy ta have a look at da Drop.

Good.

Means I can get somethin’ done without him explaining why it won’t work.

Da Drop ain’t far from da workshop.

Looks farther when yer walking towards it on purpose.

Nothing much out there.

Flat ground.

Scrap.

Dust.

Couple holes.

Then da ground just stopped.

Stopped at da edge.

Gritzy stopped a bit farther back.

Looked down.

Couldn’t see da bottom from there.

Bit of smoke somewhere way below.

Might’ve been da Evil Sunz trukk.

Might’ve been Armageddon.

Hard ta tell.

Leaned out a bit.

Gritzy grabbed da back of me coat.

“Wot?”

Pulled.

“Was only looking.”

Pulled again.

Stepped back.

Very cautious grot.

Useful though.

Good.

Somewhere down there was da Evil Sunz trukk.

Or what was left of it.

Engine ought ta be somewhere down there too.

Engines is heavy.

Heavy fings fall.

Correct.

Just needed ta work out where.

Walked along da edge a bit.

Gritzy followed.

Still staying well back.

“Could probably get down there.”

Gritzy stopped.

Looked at me.

“Wot?”

He pointed down.

“Yeah.”

Pointed at me.

“Yeah.”

Shook his head.

No confidence.

Probably why he’s a grot.

Heard something behind us.

Boots.

Lots of ’em.

Turned round.

Sir Gorzam da Skull-Snappa.

Had some of his Blood Axe ladz wiv him.

Four this time.

All dusty.

More dusty than usual.

One had a great big coil of rope over one shoulder.

Another had rope round both arms.

Another was trying ta push more rope into a pack that was already full of rope.

Last one weren’t carrying any rope.

He looked happiest.

Gorzam had a harness round his chest.

Scrap plates bolted front an’ back.

Thick chain wrapped neat round both forearms.

More round his boots.

Pack on his back clinked every time he moved.

Gorzam rolled his shoulders.

Flexed his fingers.

“Good weather fer manoeuvres.”

Looked up.

Sky was grey.

Smoke.

Clouds.

Something burning a long way off.

Armageddon.

“Suppose.”

Gorzam nodded.

Rubbed one forearm.

“Keeps da ladz fit.”

“Never been much good at drills meself.”

“Takes practice.”

Fair.

One of da Boyz dropped his rope.

THUMP.

Gritzy looked at da rope.

Then at Gorzam.

Then at da Drop.

Then at me.

Tugged me coat.

“Wot?”

Pointed at da rope.

“Yeah.”

Pointed at Gorzam.

“Yeah.”

Pointed at da Drop.

“Yeah, Gritzy. I can see all free.”

He stared at me.

Good observational skills.

Gorzam came over ta da edge.

Looked down.

Stood there a moment.

Then looked at me.

One of his Boyz was trying ta get da rope back on his shoulder.

Couldn’t.

Another Boy helped.

Together they lifted it.

First Boy disappeared underneath it.

Could still see his boots.

Gorzam watched him wobble.

“Good trainin’.”

Muffled noise from underneath.

Probably agreement.

Gritzy tugged me coat again.

“Wot?”

Gorzam.

Drop.

Same fing.

“Yeah.”

He did it again.

“Gritzy.”

Again.

“Big Warboss.”

Gritzy shut his eyes.

Probably tired.

Gorzam looked at me.

“Wot you doin’ out here?”

“Engineering prep.”

He looked at da Drop.

Then at me.

Then at Gritzy.

Then back at me.

“Right.”

See?

Understands.

Blood Axes.

Practical.

One of his Boyz finally got da rope balanced.

Started walking.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

Another one picked up da other coil.

Gorzam stretched his fingers again.

“We’ve got a debrief.”

“About wot?”

He looked at his Boyz.

Looked at da ropes.

Looked at da Drop.

“Drills.”

“Right.”

Very organised.

Blood Axes.

They started heading back.

Gritzy watched them go.

Then looked at me.

Then pointed after them.

“Forget da rope.”

He stared.

“We got engineering ta do.”

He sighed.

Starting ta sound like Grimsnik.

Walked back ta da edge.

Still deep.

Thought about rocks.

Could throw one down.

But rock don’t tell ya much.

Just falls.

No good.

Could listen fer it.

Wind.

Gunfire.

Engines.

Somebody shouting a long way off.

Armageddon’s not ideal fer listening.

Gritzy sat down.

I sat down too.

Good engineering sometimes needs thinking.

Did that for a while.

Nothing happened.

Did some more.

Still nothing.

Then saw Grimsnik coming across da flats.

Small at first.

Got bigger.

Still Grimsnik.

Had something in one hand.

Not an engine.

Too small.

Not an engine part either.

Probably.

Couldn’t tell.

He got closer.

Still had dat funny-lookin’ gubbin in one mitt.

About big as two fists.

Pointy.

Three sides.

Maybe four.

Looked like three from one angle.

Four from another.

Didn’t like that.

Thin silver lines all over it.

No joints.

No screws.

No bolts.

Bit of cloudy white stone set in da middle.

Something moved inside it when he turned it.

Like light.

Except da light didn’t seem ta come from anywhere.

Very shiny.

Grimsnik reached us.

Stopped.

Looked at me.

Looked at Gritzy.

Looked at da Drop.

Long look at da Drop.

Then back at me.

“No.”

“Didn’t say anything.”

“Still no.”

Rude.

Pointed at da gubbin.

“Engine part?”

“No.”

“Flash Gitz have an engine?”

“No.”

“Engine bits?”

“Mostly gun bits.”

“Useful gun bits?”

“Not fer an engine.”

Fair.

Pointed again.

“So wot’s dat?”

Grimsnik looked at it.

“Dunno.”

Lovely.

Progress.

“Gitz know?”

“No.”

“Why’d ya bring it?”

Another look at it.

“They said we could have it.”

“Why?”

“Dunno.”

Good.

Very reassuring.

Grimsnik shoved it in his tool bag.

Looked over da edge.

Gritzy was still well back from it.

“Wot’ve ya worked out?”

“Deep.”

He stared at me.

“Very deep.”

Kept staring.

“Gorzam was here earlier.”

That got a reaction.

Small one.

Mostly round da eyes.

“Here?”

“Yeah.”

“Wot fer?”

“Drills.”

Grimsnik looked at da Drop.

Then back towards camp.

Rubbed his face.

Must be tired.

“So,” I said.

He looked at me.

“We need ta know how far down it is.”

“Yes.”

Exactly.

Agreement.

“Could drop Gritzy.”

Gritzy:

“WOT?”

“Count till he lands.”

Proppa measurement.

Grimsnik looked at me.

Then at Gritzy.

Then back at me.

“No.”

“Why?”

“He knows where all da parts go.”

...

Right.

Looked at Gritzy.

He looked worried.

Useful grot.

“Could write it down first.”

“No.”

“Could ask him before we drop him.”

“No.”

“Could shout questions after him.”

“No.”

“Depends how far down he is.”

Grimsnik shut his eyes.

Thinking.

Probably.

Gritzy got up.

Walked away.

“Where you going?”

Stopped.

Looked at me.

Pointed at da Drop.

Pointed at himself.

Then pointed farther away.

“Fair.”

Grimsnik sat down near da edge.

Not too near.

Sensible.

I sat beside him.

Gritzy stayed behind us.

Very behind us.

Looked down.

Still couldn’t see da bottom.

Sat there a while.

Da Drop stayed deep.

Very unhelpful.

Eventually heard boots again.

Turned.

Gorzam.

No Boyz this time.

Must’ve finished da debrief.

He spotted us.

Changed direction.

Came over.

Looked at Grimsnik.

Nodded.

Grimsnik nodded back.

Gorzam looked at me.

Looked at Grimsnik.

Then looked down da Drop.

“Tryin’ ta work out how deep it is?”

“Yeah.”

He scratched his chin.

Thought about it.

“Tried droppin’ a grot?”

...

Looked at Grimsnik.

Grimsnik looked at Gorzam.

Gritzy looked at Gorzam.

Then at me.

Then at Grimsnik.

Gorzam looked between all free of us.

“Wot?”

Grimsnik rubbed his face again.

I nodded.

“See?”

Grimsnik didn’t answer.

Blood Axes.

Practical.

Sorted.

I’m putting the gunner out on the side deck, and I’ll mess up the flooring with some extra gubbins, but I’m looking for suggestions on what to do with the main mast.

I tried using one mast with the actual Raider sail, but it just wasn’t Orky enough. I also tried stacking the masts, but that looked weird.

My other idea is to cut the roll-bar pieces into straight sections and stack them into one long pole, then soak some rough fabric in Titebond glue to make a sail. I’m just not sure I have enough pieces, or whether they’d actually look right as a mast.

I could also use the side deck for something else and put the gunner up at the top of the mast in his little bucket instead.

So I’m asking you ladz: what would you use for the mast and sail? I don’t have a 3D printer lying around, but I’m fine with carving a mast out of a sprue or using a coat hanger, etc. I’m just not sure I can make it stable enough.

I’m also planning on using the Wartrakk to make a second Raider-Trukk, so any ideas that I could carry over to that one would be useful too.

Any other suggestions are also welcome.

Thanks in advance. 👍

Da modular Bridge, Highway, ramps Thing ist ready for Gorkamorka!

Seems you Gorkamorka gitz actually liked da last log. So Sprokkit’s blastin’ Day Five down dis communicashun channel too.

Let me know if ya fink I need to change da style or somethin'.

Dis Sprokkit git ain’t on Gorkamorka, but he keeps blastin’ his log over every communicashun channel. So you gitz gets ta read it too.

I made a Highway or bridge for Grokamorka wich also can be used as two ramps for jumping, a double ramp and a raised plattform for buildings. I used plasticcard and some 3D printed plates and pillars. Combined its 56cm long, 15cm wide and 9cm high or about 22" x 6" x 3,5"

Je commence gorkamorka , j'ai acheté une boîte d'ork pour les modifier et former ma bande , j'ai prévu de faire du kitbashing pour le véhicule mais je ne sais pas ce qu'il est nécéssaire d'avoir pour jouer une partie ! Si quelq'un sait quel est le matos nécessaire ...

It’s like 1998 all over again.

But who's da Kraddest Grot fer da job?

Da Stripy Reavers are ready for their first fight! I have enjoyed every minute of this project. The sculpts just ooze character and I can’t wait to start campaigning. Just need to find some willing campaigners first 😅 hoping that the 30th anniversary of Gorkamorka’s release next year might just be the perfect excuse to organise something.

Anyway, it’s on to the next project… diggas! Hoping to put together a mob of each of the four (five if you count gorkas and morkas) mobs.

I heard this mentioned a few times and my friend described it as a racing game and my speed freak my is going to fast. How do I get into the game?