For Gork, Mork, and Lootin'!

[Dead_Jester]

In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war. Great, glorious, smashingly good war. And looting, because war without looting is no proper war at all.

Across the galaxy, billions fight and die everyday in the name of some dead god, to defend their homes from xenos, mutants and heretics. On every planet, unsung heroes fall protecting humanity from internal rot. But this is not their story.

For across every star, in every system, lies an ancient peril. Warriors of a lost race, created to wage war among the stars with a long forgotten enemy, the Orks still endure, an unstoppable green tide existing not to destroy their enemies, but only to fight, serving no lord or god but their own insatiable desire for violence.

In the depths of the Expense, near the boundary of the Astronomicon's light, lies the Accursed Demesne, and within, the greatest concentration of Orks in the sector. Across worlds uncounted, the Orks exist in a state of eternal conflict with themselves and anything else who dares cross their path. It was therefore no surprise when a long-lost Mechanicus cruiser, the Hammer of Hephaestus, emerged from the depths of the Warp within the gravitational well of the Krakskull world, it was immediately set upon by the its crew, besieged by endless hordes orks and, powerless to avoid the planet's dense asteroid field, and eventually plummeted to the planet's surface.

It took less than an Terran hour for a horde of Ork looters, most from the DeathSkull clan, to discover the wreck, and after fighting off the remaining Mechanicus forcing (liberating whatever they could from them while at it), they set upon looting the craft. However, enterprising Mekboys soon discovered that the craft was more or less salvageable, and, using what remained of it, began creating a true warship, fit for the Orks. As word spread of the project, enterprising Orks from all over the planet flooded to the site, and though a lot of their work was counterproductive, the craft was rapidly refitted.

However, as the craft neared completion, more fighting erupted over who would control it. As the Goff Warboss Azeg mobilized his forces, the DeathSkulls, who had remained near the craft to acquire anything they could from the ever-increasing amount of Orks in the area, hijacked the ship, and managed to get it crewed and flying. Not wanting to miss out on the action and seeing the craft's red coloration as a sign of Gork and Mork, marauding bands of Evil Sunz bikers and flyboys raced across the desert to board the craft before it left, and, storming through the flight decks, claimed them as their own. Of this unlikely meeting emerged the ***. This is there story.
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As the sound of countless micrometeorites impacting the hull finally ceases, and the deafening cacophony of lighting's bolts erupting from the shield banks quiets down, Da Red Skull finally emerges from the gravitational embrace of Krakskull and basks in the harsh light of the system's star. Everywhere around you, there is nothing but the emptiness of the void and the echo of distant stars.

Suddenly, the bridge's vox comes to life, the unmistakable voice of an enraged Ork erupting from it.
I'z gonna get ya, and bash your teefz in, ya sneaky bunch o' Deadskull grotz. Youz stole Azeg'z ship, an' Azeg don' like thievin grotz.

[Space Lawyer]

Narbog
Bridge of Da Red Skull

This was easily the best moment of Narbog's life. As soon as he saw the humies' craft come crashing down on to Krakskull, he had wanted it, desired to see it fly again. As luck would have it, the craft had come down not too far from where Narbog had been looting most recently. He had been part of the initial force of boyz to enter the ship and take it over from the red klanky humies. He had gotten his new arm from it!
As the ship reconstruction had gotten underway, Narbog had assumed a position of leadership among the crewz of Mekboyz, and had gotten bigger (and amaxingly enough, smarter) for it. He was da Big Mek now! Da Red Skull was something he built! Some other mekboyz might have built bigger, ouder choppa, more burny burnas, or redder battle-wagons, but Narbog had led the construction of a terror-ship! Even better, it had a buncha good stuff from the humies! It all had be improved with proper orky engineering, of course, but it had soem shiny bitz that none of the others had.
As rumors of Azeg's forces reached the building encampment, Narbog had grown uneasy. No matter how big Azeg was, Da Red Skull was bigger, and Da Red Skull was Narbog's! He wasn't going to let Azeg steal it from him (of course, missing the hypocrisy in that thought)! He had started the flight sequence, and felt Da Red Skull come to life. Angry, aggressive life, like a proper ork ship! If da Evil Sunz wanted to come aboard, fine! There were fighta-bommas in the hangers, and they needed flyboyz. As long as Azeg and anybody else didn't take the ship from him, Narbog was happy for the moment.
As Azeg's voice comes over the speakers, Narbog smiles. They had gotten the ship off the planet, and Azeg was down on Krakskull. Narbog swirled his new red cape with massive, spiky pauldrons (made from an AdMech's cloak)"I'z don see youz here, Azeg, so iz not yer ship! Youz not bigger dan Da Red Skull, so youz not in charge anymore, coz we gotz da big ship! Now, youz gonna stay der, and youz gonna wait! You be good, we maybez come back with a ship fer youz!" He waves his new boom-hammer around and points it forward at the assembled bridge crew. "Alright youz grotz! Wez gonna gonna go out, fight who we wantz, and den take all der gubinz! Wez gonna big da biggest, da meanest, da hardest, and da orkiest! Tell me whatz out der with the searchy gubbinz, den turn on the yeller! Wez gonna get ready to leave after dat, and take what it is we want! WAAAAAAAGH! The ships PA system lets the battle cry reverberate throughout the ship, from the mekboyz beginning to beat on sheet metal in rhythm, to da boyz in da barracks, all chanting the battle cry of the orks.

WAAAGH!
WAAAAAGH!

WAAAAAAAAAGH!

[Whiskeyjack]

Shakskab Urtyfang
Bridge of Da Red Skull

"'ey uze, uze da new Kaptin wez guessez," comes a croaky voice from the shadows. "Kaptin-Mek? Heh."

From the shadow steps an ork, scraggly but solidly-muscled, painted blue from head to toe. The top of his face is covered in an auspex; the bottom in a gob. Wicked blades dangle from his hips and across his back are strapped various and sundry weapons. Above the auspex is a saucy 'umie navy tricorner hat. The blue ork dips in a fancy bow, taking off his hat and then sweeping it back on. "Shakskab Urtyfang 't yer servisssssssssss, Kaptin-Mek."

Behind his feet cower a couple of gretchin. "An' 'is fiiiiiiiiiiilthies assistantses!"

The Kommando stalks about the Kaptin's area, poking at this and that. "Goodun ya pull'd ova dem eyes of dat Goff, Kaptin-Mek. Dis bloke iz rite orky, waaaagh!"

[MHerbert]

Zigwogga Frizzlebitz
Corridors of Da Red Skull

Zigwogga was lost. Blissfully. Peacefully. Lost.
The sensation of silence in his much abused head was much welcomed, especially after his nervous system took a good frying after that last battle.
Casually scratching his hair squig, he stretched his arms out and spun on the spot, happy that he was not being callously orkhandled dragged back to his copper tent.

Halfway through mid twirl however, the floor lurched from beneath him as the metal corridor rumbled with the sound of massive engines. Tripping over his own feet, and his pet squig, Zigwogga's head smacked hard against the wall before he stumbled backwards, tripping over his squig once again to land heavily on his back. Blinking upwards through dazed eyes, he felt a hand grip his arm and drag him forcibly to his feet. Shaking himself awake, Zigwogga noticed his helper was wearing the same clothes as his previous Minderz, a source of great fear and concussions. Squarking in fear at his stern face and the large club at his side, Zigwogga started to running away with all speed.

As he ran down the corridor, the buzzing in his head started to increase when suddenly a loud Ork's voice yelled out of the intercom. As quickly as the shouty box started yelling, another voice took over, yelling right back at itself. Paying little attention to these voices, which seemed to come from everywhere in the corridors at once, Zigwogga kept runninging down the corridor. Coming to a stop at a corner, Zigwogga fell to his knees, panting in exertion and shouting at the noise in his head to stop. However the benefit of this was short lived as a group of Orks suddenly responded to the voice on the intercom with great enthusiasm, shouting Waaaaaargh at the top of their lungs.

His body crackling with energy, Zigwogga had to get away from them, away from the noise in his head, but his tired body wouldn't let him. Or would it?

Casting "Up An' At Em"
(1d100)[84] At Psy Rating 8 (6 Normal Orks + his minder who he can't see behind him) (60 + 40 means he auto casts, but lets see if he has some... Weird Fings)

As soon as the energy left his body, Zigwogga felt a green energy surge through his limbs, wiping away his tiredness, and with that, began to run down the corridor away from the noise, punching the intercom boxes along his way.

Turning around a last corner, Zigwogga saw a large imposing set of red double doors set with a picture of what looked like a defaced Cybork Skull. Turning around in fear, he noticed that his Minder was only close behind. Considering a massive door as less of a source of a problem than a Minder, Zigwogga charged head first at the door. Expecting resistance, but encountering none, Zigwogga barelled right through the doors, tripping over and rolling to a stop in front of large and imposing figure.

Looking up at the large Narbog, he then looked back to see his Minder standing quietly behind him, unimpressed and stern.
"Oh Zog me."
Once again, in the presence of so many Orks, the pain started in a massive burst.
Only capable of dealing with so much and with nowhere to run, Zigwogga crawled into a corner of the large command deck, curled into a ball clutching at his head, and started whimpering softly. (Using "Make it Stop" talent to drop Psy Rating to 1, removing necessity of casting)

[Dead_Jester]

As Zigwogga harmlessly bleeds off psychic energy in a corner of the deck, the smell of ozone and burnt steel filling the bridge, Orks around him start to move away from him.

"Dat headbanga lookz ill. Maybe da boyz should stay back for a while. We don' wan him headsplodin' before we get to da scrap," says a short Ork with a bionik eye and a nice hairsquig as he glances up from the star chart he had been observing.

"An' were are we'? Tiz humie map lookz weird," he adds, pointing at the unfamiliar systems on the map.

[Nesori]

Dokta Chopsaw
Bridge of Da Red Skull

Through the doors to the bridge appears an Ork who looks more like a mek's spare parts rack than any normal ork. Bitz of metal replacing a lost lower jaw and plates welded over much of the top half of his body. He half shambles over to the two orks talking, his voice constantly shifting in pitch. ""I takez it dat one of uz be da new Kaptin den? 'Ave uz seen a 'lil fella in a squig smock? He's supposed ta be down in my new office, but it seems I lost 'em."

[Space Lawyer]

Narbog
Bridge of Da Red Skull

"Kaptin-Mek? Hmmm, daz right! I'm da Big Mek Kaptin-Mek, and don none youz forget it! Kaptin-Mek Narbog!", yelling into the intercom, then turning it off. He puffs out his chest. Bluyel and Yelblu, his two most faithful gretchin (each painted a garish checkerboard of yellow and blue), start fanning vigorously, causing the cape to billow in a most magnificent way. "Youz one a da sneaky ones, Shakskab? Dats good, we gonna need to be brutally cunnin' ta get what we need. Sees, weve got sumfink important ta build! Itz gonna be big, and loud, and make lotsa kaboom, and have lotsa dakka!"

At the mention of the groaning Zigwogga, "Aye, carry da weirdboy back to wherez he can do da most good! Wez gonna be needin' 'im for gettin us to da fightin'."

"Haven't seen no squiq-smock fella. I gots an idea though!" Narbog turns to the intercom, turning it back on again "Oi! Ders a boy with a squig smock on! Dok's lookin' fer 'im. Take 'im down to da Dok's office if youz find 'im!"

He ambles over to the star chart. "Stupid 'umies can't label things proper like." He frowns and scratches his head, then goes back to the intercom. "One of youz dat knowz how to read da 'umies maps and get around, get yerself up here! Youz now da Mapboy!"

Soon, a number of boyz show up. The biggest one is a Blood Axe, and from the Kult of Speed. Iz da biggest, and da best map reader. So, I'm da Mapboy, Zokwert Pagrot."

[Rizhail]

Narshak 'Edsploda, Starboard Launch Bay of Da Red Skull

Narshak had to admit, he was mighty impressed with the ship. Big, mean, and orky as all get-out, he couldn't wait to see it in action, hopefully against some humies or panzees. The tankbusta was getting tired of always fighting other orks; humie vehicles just plain blew up better than good ol' ork trukks, and few things were more fun than blowing up a shiny skimmer full of pointy ears.

He took a few moments to admire the ordinance mounted on a fighta-bomma, his trusty rokkit launcha resting across his shoulders. Francis the ammo grot toyed around with an old humie shotgun, resting atop a giant sack full of rokkits and stikkbombs that was itself laying on the back of Teeg, the oblong lootin' squig. Both ork and grot ignored the pack of bomb-laden squigs that circled their feet like excited children, only occasionally nudging the little beasts to keep them from running off and exploding on something.

Done admiring the scenery, Narshak looked around for the nearest mek. "Speakin' of 'splosives...OI, YOU!"

"Wot?"

"Where's da armory?"

"Da wot?" The mekboy looked confused.

"Da place we keep da dakka and splosives and wot not," 'Edsploda called back, annoyed.

"Wot would we 'av one a dose for? Jus' keep ya dakka on ya, ya dumb git!"

Narshak frowned, or at least as much as an ork could, and nudged one of the little bomb squigs.

Gesturing the Francis and Teeg, the tankbusta led his runtz out of the flight bay, the sound of a squig roaring and exploding momentarily quieting the flight bay as the door opened. When it closed a moment later, it was to the sound of orks laughing. Explosives were always a crowd pleaser, especially when squigs were involved.

"No armory. Dat's right unorky, dat is," Narshak sulked as he trudged toward the bridge. "Francis, go an' find a big empty room fer me bomb shop, an' start scroungin' a pin fer da squigs."

"Roight, boss!"

Leaving his runtz to their task, he continued to the bridge, hoping to talk to da Kaptin about the lack of a good armory. "Just plain un-orky..."

[TechnoScrabble]

Blakkgob Skorchfist

Bridge

Blakkgob raises an eyebrow at the Kaptin-Mek and chews on a cigar he luckily managed to fit past his oversized, charred black metal gob. He's not quite sure how much he likes someone else being the boss, but maybe this git is mad, bad, and crazy enough to gain some respect. 'Specially if he can soup up Blakkgob's warbike.

"Olroight, den, Kaptin," he growls, "What way're we 'eadin' now? We'z gonna krump dat Azeg git 'ventshully, innit we? 'Ard an' fast-like?"

[Dead_Jester]

Zokwert Pagrot aka, newly minted Mapboy
Bridge

After bullying his way to the greenish glow of the holographic map display, Zok, filled with pride at his own self-promotion, begins to looks closely at the map. A few moments of close scrutiny later, he rises back up, adjusting his commissar style cap.

"You imbeciles, I knowz why you can't read zis map. Itz a humie map, from zose red Mek boyz. And ya zee da date there, he adds, pointing at a little indicator at the bottom of the display, this here map iz from da 33th millennium. I fink da humies zay we'z in da 40th. Also, zose symbols with da big gob, zose ar' da Ork systems. Da umie worlds ar' with da Eagle of da Emperah, and those 2 planets, he adds, pointing at two planets on the edge of the system, ar forbidden worlds, vich means da umies ar' scared of em'."

[Nesori]

Dokta Chopsaw
Bridge

"If I 'ave any say init, we go find some 'umies and loot more bitz fer da ship, you can't 'ave too much dakka when...well... you just can't. " Chopsaw gives a sagely nod saying this, assured he just passed on some secret to the universe.

He turns towards the exit and slowly makes his way out "I'll be in me office, call me if sumthin' important happens"

[MHerbert]

Zigwogga Frizzlebitz
Ship's Bridge

With the surrounding orks moving out of his "brain space" the pressure on Zigwogga's head decreased to a minor yet disconcerting buzzing.

His Minder hauling him to his feet, Zigwogga gripped his Big Choppa staff firmly in one hand while picking up 'Andsome Face with his other.
"I'z gotz ta find somewhere in dis ship dat's a bit quieter. You'z all makin' me brain 'urt."

And with that, Zigwogga goes off in search of wherever the Weirdboyz stay on the ship but not before yelling back
"Oi ,don't uze dare leave me outta a good fight you 'ear. I'z just as good inna scrap wiv my sparky choppa. I'z just gotta find some way to stop throwing up dat green lightning all da time.""

[Dead_Jester]

Bridge

As most of the big Orks slowly drift out of the bridge, a small Grot peeks out of an aeration vent.

"So Bowses, wat now?" it asks in its annoyingly high-pitched voice, before being kicked back down by one of the Mekboys. "Engines 110 parcents, weaponz operashunal, shieldz iz da meanest green, an' da Great Gob is ready. We'z ready ta go Kaptin," it adds in a dull, metallic voice.

As he speaks, you notice that strangely enough, most of the Mekboys on the ship, although they have kept their clan affiliations visible as face paints, appear to be overwhelmingly dressing in red robes, similar to those of the craft's original inhabitants.

[Space Lawyer]

Narbog
Bridge

"Of course we'ze gonna come back an' krump Azeg. First things though, we'ze gonna go to da 'umies world and take der stuff. Deez forbidden wolrds might have some good stuff on em dat da umies left behind. We go der first, get what we can, den go to da rest of da 'umies worlds, get stuff der, den go get some more boyz so weze can buld more stuff, and den take more stuff, den krump more moyz like Aeg and some more 'umies."

Narbog likes that the mekboyz have taken to wearing the cloaks of the former crew. Clearly, the red cloaks were meant to inspire speed in both brain and body, enabling their wearers to build quicker and better.

"Take us to da forbidden planets, den use da searchy gubbinz to see whats don der. If it's sumfink good, we can go and get it with da tellyporta."

[Dead_Jester]

Bridge

As the Kaptin's order ring across the bridge, the Mekboy walks up to the comm console.

"All engines max powa. Tell da warphead ta start da warp conduit accelerator beam difraktion engin'.

As the Mekboy's dull voice echoes mechanically, Zokwerk point at the two forbidden dots on the map. "So boss, we aimin for da Deacon's Star or da Hecarus Abyss?"

[Rizhail]

Narshak had entered the bridge as the mapboy had filled in the Kaptin, and had waited patiently for Zokwerk to finish. He liked the Kaptin so far; he was confident, eager to loot, and had a zoggin' good plan on what to go and who to krump.

"Dat abyss-y place sounds fun, boss," he said, finally speaking up. "Deacon's're dem preachy humies, so dat star sounds borin'. Da abyss sounds promisin', tho."

[Space Lawyer]

Narbog
Bridge

"You soundin' sensible. If da 'umies call it de abyss, maybe they aren't wantin' anybody goin there lookin for the good stuff. We goin to da Abyss!"

He points to mekboy working the warp engine comm. "Take us in!"

[TechnoScrabble]

Blakkgob

Blakkgob crosses his arms and nods slowly as if his agreement and opinion are somehow important.
"Roight den. Long as we'z goin fast an' krumpin' 'ard, you'z gotz my bike. Not fer ridin, acorz. Only I kan ride my bike. But you point Blakkgob in da roight direkshun an', well...hehehe...boom." Blakkgob puts a friendly one armed headlock on a nearby boy and uses his power klawed arm to motion as if pointing to a beautifully large explosion.

[Whiskeyjack]

Shakskab

"Ahbisses iz dark and dat's where da kommadoz do da best jobz, Kaptin-Mek!" Shakshab exclaims, tracking blue paint everywhere he walks. "I sez dey prolly too scared to do any real good fightin' in dere, but orks are made fer fightin' an' we ain't scared of da dark neither!" he punctuates it by slashing a power blade through the air. "Let's go stomp whatever da 'umies are scared of an' den stomp them too!"

[Nesori]

Dokta Chopsaw

Dokta Chopsaw makes his way through the corridors of the ship, eventually finding his way back to his office by what was once probably the barracks of the ship, now occupied entirely by boyz. He takes a step outside his office briefly and manages to take in a breathe of air "We'z goin' to da fightin boyz, Get ready ta warp! And where can I get one of dem snazzy red tings all da boyz are wearin'?"

[MHerbert]

Zigwogga Frizzlebitz

Sighing in happiness, Zigwogga relaxed in a small storage room, surrounded by hundreds of small empty shrines, large enough for a human skull, and currently stuffed full of useless bitz and gubbins.
Making sure 'AndsomeFace was nice and plump with a couple of punches, Zigwogga lay down, using the horrifying squig as a pillow. He fell asleep talking to his pet skull Roberto, and aiming a half-hearted punch at one of his Gretchins who got too close.

His minder Gribwranger closed the door behind him and stood guard outside, quickly using a orkified vox-box to contact the bridge and tell them in his no nonsense attitude 'Da Weirdboy is sleepin in a storage room next ta' da' 'angar wiv all doze fancy bikes."
Hanging up before a response could be given, he walked back to wait outside the door.

[Dead_Jester]

Dok's Office

Hearing the Painboy's demand for a red robe, a small gretchin peeks up from behind a barrel of some bubbling fluid, most likely squig beer or fuel, or both for that matter. "Uhm, uh, Dokta Boss, Iz hear the Mekz got da red fingz from an armory near the primary engines. Spozed ta make em' tougher, faster n' smarter."

Bridge

The bridge Mekboy, seeing activity around but no sign of a weirdboy, hastily walks towards another red robbed Ork. "Call da weirdboy, wez cannot enter da Warp wifout 'im. Tell him ta go to da primary Warp Rippa, wez gonna try it for a spin", he adds, a certain pride in his voice at the mention of the "improved" Warp conduit.

[MHerbert]

*slap*
Zigwogga was suddenly and rudely awoken by his minder's hand slapping his face. Disappointed that he could not sleep for any decent period of time, Zigwogga was led through the bowels of the ship to what his minder would only describe as "da' warp thingy".

Continually dragged by his minder, he was lead to a large circular room and as the door was closed behind them, he was told quite unceremoniously to take them somewhere called the "Hereeeecus Abyss".

Quite unsure of what to do, or even what was happening, Zigwogga looked about him, dusting his hands on his pants. Noticing immediately that the walls were covered in strange and esoteric orky gizmo's, Zigwogga was pushed by his minder towards a large cone shaped one. Stumbling, he accidentally brushed the protrusion, and something clicked in his brain.

He knew what to do.

Bellowing loudly into the protrusion, Zigwogga listened to the reply, smiling happily. He immediatly set about the room, twisting knobs, shaking things, kicking levers. He was ready to lead Da Red Skull to a fight!

Stage 1:
Divining the Auguries:
Automatically failed.

Stage 2:
Translation:
Out of his hands

Stage 3:
Locating the Astronomican:
Automatically failed.

Stage 4:
Steering the vessel
(1d100)[7]
vs 15 (35 - 20)

[Dead_Jester]

As the weirdboy activates the Warp Ripper, the ship ben ogins trembling, bolts rattling out of their sockets and immense piles of explosives swaying dangerously. As the primary warp engine begins spinning like an immense carousel, great arcs of green lightning erupt from its surface, charring a few unlucky Grots. As the smell of ozone spreads across the now blackened surface of the ancient Enginarium, reality begins to distort. The ships corridors visibly shift between normal and non-euclidean geometry, and ghostly sounds echo across the ship.

Suddenly, in a great flash of green, reality visibly tears around the ship, which is sucked into the ever-shifting depths of the warp.

[Space Lawyer]

Narbog

Narbog is the closest thing a mekboy could be to content when not fighting or building. His ship was working correctly, and they were in the other space, hurtling outside reality to get to a place that promised good fighting and the possibility of good building.

"Da weirdboy did good. Wez going in the right way. I can feel it! Now, I be needing me some boyz to be officers. Shakskab, youz gonna be da head kommando! Blakkgob, youz gotta good mean and a nice bike, so youz gonna lead da flyboyz and what else! Da sensible-soundin' boy, youz gonna be in charge of somethin, cuz you be sensible-soundin. Just dunno what yet. Dat dok dat was in here, he's now da head dok, and whatever weirdboy got us in da warp, put 'im in charge of da other weirdboys. All da officers, youz gonna follow me. We'z got some plannin' to do. Narbog marches off the bridge, Bluyel and Yelblu scampering behind.

He marches down the corridor a bit, to a well-appointed room that he had only gained access to a few days before take-off. The adamantine walls were carved with scenes of the red humans working at forges, building devices, and flying though the stars. A long black table containing hololithic displays dominated the room, starkly contrasted against the crimson carpet. Narbog takes a seat at the head of the table. The seat is more of a throne though, a massive edifice of steel, adamantine, gold, and other materials. The focal point though is the skull bolted to the top, scorched, cracked, and stripped of any cybernetics. The former captain would always get to see what was happening on his ship, though he no longer had any say.

[Dead_Jester]

Bridge

As the ship enters the warp, it is in a zone of relatively calm Immaterium, and for the better part of 3 Terran days, the journey is uneventful, being only punctuated here and there by a few minor squabbles between the different groups on the ship.

However, right before the return leg of Speedsta Gratznik's third motorized evenin' race from the bridge to the flight decks, a loud emergency klaxon rings from the depths of the ship. As Gratzik unleashes a constant stream of curses, his head erupts from the frame of his custom trukk and he signals the other speedfreaks to stop the race at the bridge and form up, which miraculously happens with only a single crashed bike. "I haz a feelin' sumfing fun iz gonna happen soon boyz!" he adds, pointing at the comm system.

Suddenly, the bridge vox system erupts in chatter.

"Boss, deyz sumfing in da Mek bay, and it ate Gromlit!" a shrieking Grot voice says.

"We'z havin' 'splosions in da engin' room," an Ork voice continues.

Youz stupid toofless gits, I'll zog..." another voice adds, before being drowned out in a sea of gunfire and static.

[MHerbert]

For the first few days, Zigwogga had made his way about the ship, finding out most of it's basic functions and layout.
Even with psychic power sustaining him, he could not alone Navigate the ship through the warp for the full duration of the trip, and Zigwogga was currently on an off shift.
Relaxing on the bridge in his copper chair and armour, sculling an overlarge squig drink, Zigwogga watched the grots and orks run about reading and responding to the directions sent from the Navigation chamber.

As the panicked noises came across the bridge vox, Zigwogga pulled out Roberto and started quietly musing. Apparently coming to a conclusion, he threw Roberto to one of his Grots, standing up and stretching before turning to whoever is also on the bridge.

"Aaaaaaaaalright boyz. Sounds like somefing' went wrong in da' mek may or somewhat. Or, since 'dere iz a fight now, it probably went right."
Pushing a large red button on the top of his Big Choppa, the blade started humming and vibrating with green energy.
"Anyway, i'm spoilin for a fight an' me minder won't let me take on any of da normal boyz. Letz go!"

[Rizhail]

Narshak was bored out of his mind; the meks had got on to him about causing explosions near their gear, so he'd kept to his bomb room near the barracks. He'd just about to have a eat one of his bomb squigs to get the little git to stop bothering him when the calls came out over the vox.

"FINALLY! C'mon ya gitz, letz get fightin'!" he roared at his squigs. "Francis, Teeg, you stay 'ere an' keep an eye on da splosives; dun want no gitz stealin' 'em while I'm fightin'.".

"Roight, boss!" the weedy git yelled after Narshak as he ran through the door, picking up his rokkit launcha and rokkit sack, three of his bomb squigs swirling around his ankles as he ran. His tanksmasha and tankbusta bombs lay on his workbench, forgotten in his rush to get to the fight.

He ran to the mek bay, eager to find something big and stompy to explode.

[Space Lawyer]

Narbog

"Wotz thinkin' it can come on my ship wi'out me sayin; ok? Im gunna smash 'em good! Narbog leaps on to the back of a trukk. He points his hammer to the direction of the Mek bay. "Wez got somefink to fight, so we gonna go fight it! Get goin'! Bluyel and Yelblu cling on to the back of the trukk, having only just managed to load the rest of Narbog's wargear before the vehicle took off. Narbog straps on the burna, just for fun.

[TechnoScrabble]

Blakkgob

Blakkgob gives a sharp, snappy salute as best as an ork can.

Which is not very well at all. But how would an ork know?

He grins even wider over the next few days and throws his weight about with the flyboys, making sure to thump the head of any boy "Wot kweshtunz da word ov da Kaptin-Mek's fav'roight flyboy".

I'm assuming that if there are races going on, Blakkgob would have his warbike around, with his grot Rakkit taped to the antennae on the back his radio uses to kepe him from getting out of reach. How his radio is getting orkified music sent to it in space, only ork know-wots could ever tell.

Over his radio's static-mauled tune (Dis bike iz orkymatic, dis car iz dakkamatic, dis car iz speedymatic, woy itz dedd killy!), Blakkgob shouts, "OUTTA MY WAY YA GITZ! I GOT ME DIBS ON FIRZT KRUMPIN'!"

He puts the pedal to the proverbial and literal metal, trigger finger twitching over the biggadakka kannon's trigger on the bike handle and power klaw waving over his head, leaving a thick trail of black smoke behind him.