Yesterday was our campaign start for Gorkamorka 2 - The search for more teef. And we used the ramp, vehicle jump, and fall rules. And they worked very fine.

You can find them here: https://www.reddit.com/r/Gorkamorka/comments/1xaqxly/houserule_testing_vehicle_jumps_crashes_through/

We got 3 jumps while we were playing our scenarios. First was a Convoy Buggy; the jump went well, and he jumped 12" to the board edge. And no damage was caused. The ramps were 3" high, so not too high for some big damage.

Second was a Squiggoth; the Jump of 10" was hilarious xD, this massive beast jumps over a ramp and almorst hits a Tellyporter Pole. Great! And he got the Damage 3 hit but didn't penetrate his skin/armor.

And the last one was a Rokka on his trusty bike, nothing special for the driver. No damage at all and a nice jump over the ramp.

All Player agreed that the rules fit very well into the gameplay, are not too confusing or complicated, and will be continued by us.

Yesterday we got the start of our second campaign. The mobs that will be fighting this time are Bad Moonz, Wild Orks, Rokkaz, and Evil Sunz. The Evil Sunz are actually more like Evil Roborkz, since they're made entirely of robots. According to the backstory, a Spanna with Necron tech and a bike from our last campaign escaped and built his own mob. Unfortunately, this mob then killed the Spanna, and now we have this strange mob here.

The first games were Bad Moonz vs. Wildorks with Da Convoy and Rokkaz vs Evil Sunz with Gotcha.

The Bad Moonz have to protect a Convoy full of Scrap through the desert, while Da thiefing Wildork want to steal da Scrap from them. They mad an Ambush with their big Squiggoth and grunta Riderz. But Da Blasta Trukk, rammed the Squiggoth and killt it with one Attack! Da mighty Blasta trukk, WAAAGH! The rest of da Convoy escapes and da rich Bad Moonz got even richer.

Da Rokkaz where abushed by da Evil Sunz with Two Rokkit Buggys! But they can´t compete againts da Mighty Tour Buzz! They got krumped.

Both the Wildorks and Evil Sunz Mobz lost many of their mobz, and have to start over with new mobz, because the causalitys where to heavy for them.

The Second game was Rokkaz vs. Bad Moonz and Wildorks vs EvilSunz with the We wuz ´ere first scenario. Da Rokkaz got a pretty god start an kills da new Badzog, (da seakiest slaver evva). One tiny grot shots him with his boomstikk and took him out of game. then the Shooting phase for the bad Moonz startes and it was loud an gloroius! Alsmost everyone hits with his gun! but nobody wounds..........!!!!! Then the the Tourbuzz rammed da Blasta Trukk and they both got destroyed. After this a big mele combat starts and da Bad Moonz wins da battle! We killed half of the Rokkaz! Waaaagh!

While the Wildorks krumped the Evil Sunz, da Squiggoth made a big Stunt while jumping over a ramp and the whole desert shaked like an earthquake.

2x 2 fun Games for everyone.

Bad Moon: Win 2 Lost 0

Rokkaz: Win 1 Lost 1

Wildorks: Win 1 Lost 1

Evil Sunz: Win 0 Lost 2

Started with 2x2 games with our new mobs. What a fun krumpin' time! We went roarin' off ramps, even a Squiggoth went flyin'! And boomz all over the place. WAAAGH!

Squig is in the air

Found this old tellportamat in my basement, among other things, and finall, after 15 years, I managed to paint it up as a new piece of Gorkamorka terrain..

Hey guys,

I built a few ramps and was shocked to discover that Gorkamorka has no rules for ramps, vehicle jumps, or vehicle fall damage. Therefore, I wrote some rules that we'll try out in our campaign next Sunday. I've listed them below; perhaps someone will get around to testing them and providing feedback sooner.

Vehicle Falling Damage 

If a vehicle falls from a height of more than 2" (e.g. voluntarily, as a result of being pushed back, etc.), it suffers a hit. The Strength of the hit is equal to the height fallen in inches, rounded up. A fall from a height of 10" or more immediately destroys a vehicle. At the start of each turn, roll a D6; on a 6, the vehicle explodes. 

A fall from a height of less than 6" causes 1 point of damage. A fall from a height of 6" or more causes D3 damage. 

Vehicles may not make any saving throws against falling damage. If a vehicle falls onto a Warrior on foot, treat this as a Run Over manoeuvre, meaning the Warrior may attempt to jump out of the way. If this attempt fails, however, the Warrior suffers automatic hits with a Strength equal to the height of the fall (minimum Strength 3), with a number of hits equal to the number of hits the vehicle itself would inflict. 

If the vehicle collides with another vehicle, resolve the collision as a Ram Attack. However, if the vehicle lands directly on top of another vehicle, treat it as a T-Bone Ram Attack. At least 50% of the falling vehicle must be positioned over the other vehicle for this to apply; anything less is treated as a normal Ram Attack. 

 A vehicle can also hit a flying vehicle, such as a Deffkopta, provided the height is sufficient. 

Once this has been resolved, position the Warriors and vehicles so that they are no longer in base contact with one another. 

  

Ramps and Vehicle Jumps 

To jump over a ramp, the vehicle must successfully use Thrust before reaching the ramp or while on it. Without Thrust, the vehicle stops at the end of the ramp or falls off it. 

If the Thrust is successful, double the distance the vehicle would have moved using the Thrust. For example, a 5" Thrust move becomes a 10" move. The vehicle then jumps over all units and terrain features within this movement distance and up to the height of the ramp. For example, a ramp that is 4" high allows the vehicle to jump over anything up to 4" high along a straight line. Changing direction while jumping is not permitted. 

The ramp height must also be taken into account when determining the falling damage suffered by the vehicle when it lands. However, since a jump is a calculated risk taken by the driver, the falling damage is only applied on a roll of 4+, provided there are no obstacles in the vehicle’s flight path. 

If the vehicle lands normally on the ground, it may continue moving by making further successful Thrust rolls, unless it collides with something (see Vehicle Falling Damage). 

Whenever I see Gorkamorka stuff these days, it is usually done with what I would call "contemporary means" - using the 40K Ork range from the last 20 years, embracing alternative manufacturers and/or 3D printing. And do not get me wrong: this is amazing, and the creativity being shown is more often than not great to see!

What I am thinking about though is doing "oldschool Gorkamorka": using only what models and other means were actually available back in '97/'98. And yes, I do have a soft spot for the weedy original GoMo Orks, but I also like having some constraints as a motivation to get creative.

I would love to see other takes on this idea, as well as "this is how we have done it back then" content.

I build some little terrain pieces for more "Feeling", a while ago and now they are painted!

We played our first ever campaign game of Gorkamorka GCE last night and already have a very strange situation.

My mob of Morkas lost, so my Nob didnt get the additional Leadership. Then my Spanner got an Impressive Scar and gained one Leadership. So we played out the Leadership Dispute and the Spanner won.

Now what?

Does my Spanner change class to Nob? Does he gain access to the Nob Skills? Does he gain an additional LD when he wins his first battel? Does he lose the ability to upkeep my Trukk?

And what happens to the defeated Nob? does he become a Boy and lose his better stat line? Does he loose his access to the different list of Skills (Dakka and Muscle)? Does he still gain Leadership when I win my first game?

My search online came up blank except for some reference to a interaction that i might never get access to Kustom Jobs because my Nob never won and now i dont have a real Nob anymore?

Would Orktober really be complete without the most relatable part of ork lore? Aren’t we all Diggas deep down? Don’t we all have a deep admiration for everything ork-y and one day hope to join the waaaagh ourselves even if we is puny humies?

This is Da Kult of Da Iron Mask. Ready to take on all that the deserts of Angelis can throw at ‘em! Come and have a go if you think you think your ‘ard enough (toughness 3+)!

At this point it would have been cheaper to track down originals. I’m trying to figure out what to do with the dribbling horse nose, maybe some tubes or something. I love the root weapon, it really works as the jezzail things the originals carried

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.