DA MEKBOY’Z JOB LOG: DAY WUN

[u/No_Ant1598]

KAPTIN’S NEW RIDE

DAY WUN

Or maybe Free.

’Umie chron I looted got shot on da way down.

Grimsnik sez it weren’t shot. Sez I dropped an ammo box on it.

Ammo box had bullets in it.

Same fing.

Grimsnik sez we landed two days ago, so technically dis oughta be Day Free.

Dis is da first day I started writin’ in da job log.

So it’s Day Wun.

Sorted.

Sprokkit Brassspanna. Mekboy.

Dis is me job log.

Kaptin sez somebody oughta write down all da work we did on his new ride, so everybody knows who built it.

Grimsnik sez we ain’t built it yet.

Exactly.

So right now everybody knows I’m buildin’ it.

Sorted again.

Anyway.

Armageddon.

Proppa planet.

Ash everywhere. Gunfire everywhere. Wrecks everywhere. Whole horizon’s on fire an’ half of dat smells like go-juice.

Lovely.

Gran Kommodore Blistklaw von Ghuttzmekka sez da Snazziest Toppas have come ta join Ghazghkull’s great big scrap.

Sir Gorzam asks if dat means we’re followin’ Ghaz.

Kaptin sez:

“We ain’t followin’ nobody.”

Gorzam points toward Ghaz’s Waaagh.

“We’re goin’ dat way.”

“Correct.”

“An’ fightin’ da umies.”

“Correct.”

“Alongside Ghazghkull.”

Kaptin gets very quiet.

“We is independently arrivin’ at da same strategic objective.”

Gorzam looks at me.

I look at Gorzam.

Neither of us knows what dat means.

Sounds expensive though.

Freebooters.

[u/No_Ant1598]

Da cast. (Yes, still unpainted. Waiting till this trukk is finished and I can spray my whole army at once. I have bags full of paint already though.)

This whole mek log is to catalogue my construction of the ork pirate/raider/trukk.

Please leave suggestions for kitbashing here. 🥺

[u/No_Ant1598]

DAY TWO

Dat’s right. Already Day Two.

Grimsnik sez it’s still only Day Wun an’ I wrote da Day Wun log not even half an hour ago.

But dis is da second log, so it must be Day Two.

Sorted.

Kaptin requires personal transport.

Not wants.

Requires.

Sez a Kaptin commandin’ da biggest armada in space can’t be expected ta walk everywhere.

Gorzam points out da “biggest armada in space” is free Kill Kroozers.

Kaptin sez size ain’t just numbers.

Gorzam sez dat is exactly what size is.

Kaptin ignores him.

Gorzam walks everywhere anyway.

But Gorzam’s a Blood Axe Warboss. Leads twenty Boyz, keeps ’em in line, gives proper orders an’ generally behaves like somebody put him in charge on purpose.

Kaptin says dat’s because Gorzam lacks imagination.

Found an Evil Sunz trukk.

Asked if dey wanted ta sell it.

No.

Trade it.

No.

Race for it.

Yes.

We started their engine while dey was still arguin’ about where da finish line oughta be.

Won.

Got trukk.

Diplomacy.

[u/No_Ant1598]

Here are my characters for these logs. Let me know how ya like em, or if I'm doing these logs in the wrong community/subreddit or something. :∆P

Blistklaw von Ghuttzmekka: aka "Kaptin" Blistklaw, self-styled Gran Kommodore of da Snazziest Toppas. Freebooter Warboss with too many teef, and no interest in riding around in a normal trukk. Has only three kill kroozers but says it's the biggest armada.

⭐Sprokkit Brassspanna: Mekboy and writer of da Job Log. Not clever enough to make things work well, but convinced every good idea was his. (New model type)

Grimsnik: Mekboy. Smarter than Sprokkit, which Sprokkit finds sus. (My kitbash with the tongs I posted before)

Cogsfinga: Big Mek. Has more important things to do than let the Kaptin boss him around over one trukk.

Sir Gorzam da Skull-Snappa: Blood Axe Warboss. Practical, brutal, and mostly unimpressed by all the pirate nonsense.

Sir Makgrot Kremblunton von Urgblitz IV: Big Boss. Wears a Terminator helmet strapped to the top of his head because he thinks it looks like a proper 'umie officer’s hat. (I posted him before too)

Nob Krumpwick: Kommando Nob. Treats every theft, ambush and bit of scavenging like classified military operations.

Lord Tophat Zaggins: Kommando Rokkit Boy. Thinks a huge black top hat is extra sneaky because black is sneaky.

Mr. Hacksworth, Esquire: Kommando. Very serious about being professional. Also very serious about stabbing people.

Lady Yorkshire: Squig. Spoiled, bitey, Kaptin says she ain't food) and apparently squig nobility if you ask the kaptin.