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Here is my entry for army background, I sorta included my list but without points or too much detail. Enjoy
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The Army of AWTY Dakkatoof
The ork warboss known as AWTY (short for “Are We There Yet”) Dakkatoof was a cute lad when he first crawled out from under a rock. He wandered the wasteland of his birth, wondering what the heck he was supposed to do. One day after smashing apart some large ant hills to eat the squishy critters inside, he heard a noise that really aroused his interest, so he climbed to the top of the nearest big rock to see what that noise was and saw what he now knows as Leman Russ tanks moving by. The yet-unnamed ork immediately knew he wanted one of them, and so, began running down the hill towards them.
Fortunately for AWTY, the tanks were busy trying to fight a large mob of orks on the other side of the valley and did not see him running down the hill, otherwise this story would be remarkably short.
At the bottom of the hill was a squadron of three Leman Russ tanks that had no infantry support -- a bad thing for tanks in most situations, especially when fighting orks.
So when AWTY got to the tanks he stood there for a few moments, as still as a festering wart on the backside of a particularly unhygienic (not that they’re known for hygiene any way) Squig, while the tanks continued to fire at the other orks. He then came up with an idea and, seeing the tank commander sitting in the hatch yelling commands with great passion, decided to take his place.
AWTY climbed onto the back of the tank and when he grabbed the human by the head it squished, so holding it by the goo of the neck, threw the tank commander off AWTY’s new home, and he then squeezed into the hatch, of course he didn’t think of going feet first so he immediately came face to face with the other occupants of the tank. Since he had no weapons, it seemed to him that it would be a good idea to just squish their heads and so he did. After turning himself right side up, he elbowed a control and the turret he was in moved to the left, in an effort to stop the movement he pawed at some other levers and the big gun went off causing the tank next to him to explode. Immediately AWTY wanted to do that again but did not know how it happened the first time. As he went lower in the tank to see if there were some pictures to look at, he stepped on the lever for the sponson las-cannon that caused it to spin and fire exploding the tank on the other side of him. After a few minutes of banging things around some other orks arrived on the scene and looked into the open hatches. AWTY learned that day that he was an ork, and that because he has so quickly taken out three Leman Russ tanks without any weapons, and since was a newborn with only one tooth, he earned the name Dakkatoof.
After familiarizing himself with ork culture and being taught how to drive and fire a tank, he was unfairly lumped in with the meks of the mob. After a few more battles with his tank, he began to think that life, as an ork mek was boring. Then one afternoon on some planet called Armageddon he saw some orks riding motorized two wheel vehicles, and they went really fast. AWTY now knew that he had seen his true calling, a real revelation of Mork (or Gork) and he wanted one. During the fight since his tank was so slow it finally caught up to where a titan had slaughtered the bikers, AWTY got out of his tank and picked up a whole bunch of bike parts (and a few loose teeth from the previous owners) and put the parts on the back of the tank. His original intention was to make the tank faster, but as he found out later that evening he wasn’t really that good of a mek, and that the parts were not destined to be a tank but a bike. With a little help from his fellow meks (and paying with the teeth he had found) he built himself a bike, he then gave the tank to his crew who began fighting as to who got to be the next commander. AWTY then drove off into the night.
Over the next few months he was seen all over the planet, at first he had a choppa, then a big choppa, and even a squig. He also gathered a few loose bikers who followed him around because not only could he go fast but seemed to have a knack of not being killed in a fight.
One day it was rumored that the warboss was leaving the planet, so a little competition was held to see who would be the next warboss. AWTY, who had grown a size or two since the start of the war, starting beating up other war bosses in his bid to take over all the bikers in the army. His dream was to lead every biker he could find through the wastelands to take out those annoying white space marines on bikes. During one fight a boss with a power claw took off AWTY’s hand, well this made AWTY a bit angry so using his other hand ripped off the power claw and beat the former owner to death with it. He then put the power claw on his nub. The other bosses did not fare well against him and soon all the fighting was over. Amongst bosses that is.
Well again, things went far better than planned and he found himself as the warboss of all orks on the planet. So he got his bikes and went into the desert to chase those really bothersome space marines on bikes. While out there, they found one of the large rock fortresses that the orks had used to invade the planet. AWTY felt a bit hungry, and remembering that there is where he found his pet attack squig “Fluffy” suggested they look for supplies inside. So they all went in to see if there was any food.
Inside was a transporter, and again AWTY showed his prowess with machines figuring out how to make it work by luck, and the next thing he knows he is on a space cruiser leaving for another system. While he and the majority of his biker mob had been transported to the ship many had been left behind. As Dakkatoof demanded of the ships boss to be sent back down he was informed that they were going to a different fight on a different planet. The journey was a long one as the cruiser has a damaged warp drive and did not stay in warp long, and every time the ship fell out or warp, AWTY asked the ships boss the question “Are we there yet?” earning him his first name.
When they finally arrived on Rynns world, the ships meks sent a transport platform down and of course, AWTY and his bikers volunteered to be first. Since they were the only fighting orks on the ship the ship boss looked at AWTY sideways and told his meks to go ahead and send him down.
He stood on his bike in the black valley, watching the orks reposition themselves. Some space marines with red-painted hands had made them change their minds about going a certain direction. So they were just going through the valley as a short cut to the other side of the planet. He greeted them as they came, and with his new skills with a transporter, offered to take them to a different planet where there was a better fight. Of course, he didn’t know where that was yet, but he was confident he would find his own fight rather than have to join all these used fights that were led by some other obviously less competent war boss.
First into the valley came some trucks, AWTY immediately saw a use for them for getting stuck in faster, he especially liked their red paint job, so he had them drive onto the transporter and in a flash they were on “his” space ship. He knew that these trucks if given a few upgrades would be immensely useful and could really move bunches of boys around a battlefield.
Next came some nobs with a battlewagon, AWTY was really impressed with the death roller and so it too was sent to the ship. Alongside them came another battlewagon without a death roller but it had a really big gun and a group of flash gits riding in back and poof it too went to the ship.
Then came a third battle wagon with a bunch of orks that called themselves tank bustas, of course the suitable impressive death roller really caught his attention and so it too was sent to the ship.
Buzzing around the valley was a trio of death copters that seemed to not know where to go. AWTY waved them over and seeing the twin linked rocket launchers figured they would be good for something, sent them towards the transporter platform. He heard later that the copters needed some repairs when they flew into the steel sides of the loading bay, but he had no qualms about having them aboard.
Another death copter came over, introduced himself as the green baron, and in a flash of light was sent to the ship. Then a trio of buggies with big shoota’s soon arrived and were promptly sent to the ship without any formality at all.
A single war track with a scorcha rolled up and asked where everyone was going, AWTY pointed to the platform and the scorcha track drove onto the platform looking for everyone else, and one of the bikers pulled the lever and it was sent up straight away.
Then came a fourth battlewagon with a death roller and it was full of those pyromaniacs known as burna boys, AWTY directed them into an empty hold of the ship so that there would be no accidents.
Soon trudging up the hill came groups of boys, who had originally been part of much larger mobs but were now in small groups so AWTY told them that when they got to the ship they were all supposed to find a truck to ride in and stay there. After much head bashing and growling he finally got them all on the platform and pulled the lever, with a swirling motion and a flushing sound all the boys were sent to the ship.
Then came a red space marine rhino with the top ripped off and there were some heavily armored nobs with mad doc Grotsnick (who was unconscious) in the back. AWTY told the mega nobs to keep the mad doc unconscious until he got back to the ship and again another loud screech and a flash of light signaled that that group too was on the ship.
A pair of meks with custom force fields came walking up to him, and before they could even mention their names were thrown on the platform and the lever pulled. Along came another war track with missile launcher, who reported that he was out of missiles and could he please (yea I know, but this ork was polite) show him where he could get more missiles. AWTY told him to park on the platform and pulled the lever.
As he looked down the valley he saw the red-fisted space marines moving in to the entrance, AWTY then directed his bodyguard of bikers to the platform. Just when he got there, he met this large ork with a large pair of choppy looking knives who said he was a commando, and saw at least 10 others who looked like him surrounded him. AWTY grunted and pulled the lever and the bikers and commandos ended up on the ship.
AWTY looked at his new army and told them he was the new boss and if anyone didn’t like it they could get off the ship now, and pointed at the door. Nobody disagreed, so AWTY went to the ship boss and told him go find a new fight were there ain’t no other orks, and so the ship left orbit and headed off into deep space and new worlds… Thus was born the army of AWTY Dakkatoof.
His first fight was when he got hired by the Tau to help wipe out some tyranids that had infested something called a septic world which must have gotten its name because it was infested with the bugs. After almost a whole year of fighting, the bugs were finally eliminated from the planet and his group got some really nifty toys, and a lot of red paint from the Tau. The Tau commander gave AWTY directions to another star system where it was rumored that there were some really big tanks he could take.
So then they went to a planet that turned out to be an imperial training planet, and started another waagh. For this one a bunch of other orks showed up looking for a fight so AWTY put them to work at the front of the lines, and he and his bikers went looking for tanks. He found a pair of bane blades, and killed them. He ordered his meks to fix one up good and proper. After a month of cleaning off the planet of those squishy humans, he came back to find that the meks had made both of the bane blades into one stompa. The stompa wreaked havoc on the rest of the humans and soon the orks were in control. After a few months of fighting amongst themselves AWTY ordered the army on to the cruiser and made sure the stompa was loaded first. As the ork cruiser was departing AWTY looked out the window and saw rows of falling stars, the ship boss explained those were drop pods and that space marines were landing to take over the planet. AWTY laughed that all those humans would get out looking to find something to shoot and all the orks were gone.
Many more decades passed where AWTY and his roving band of orks have carved a bloody reputation all through the imperial space. Still liking to ally with Tau he also has occasionally had to give them a good krumping once in a while to make sure he gets paid well. Once he landed and wiped out an entire chaos demon army, looted the planet and left just when a blood angel army was arriving. Again AWTY laughed. His reputation grew, and grew, his name brought terror into the hearts of any human who heard his name. Soon his army was so large he soon needed space barges and multiple cruisers to move his army from one planet to another.
That is when he met the space wolves, a particularly hearty brand of space marine. On a no name planet, the space wolves dropped on his army before he could load onto the spacecraft. His army was massacred, but what was left he got onto the space cruiser and went looking for more orks and more trouble. After a series of heavy defeats, his army was so small they all could fit into one cargo bay. In an effort to do some recruiting he landed on a planet where there was a war already going on. There were a lot of imperial guard on the planet, and his speed was an asset to the orks already on the ground. After about a month of fighting most of the orks were following him as the war boss, so in a very orky move he let the other war boss lead the frontal attack while he went around the sides. Unfortunately, the space wolves were waiting, so AWTY turned around and left with all his orks letting the other warboss get killed.
AWTY had his army back up to size, so his ship went looking for a fight a little further into the sector where there were no space wolves. He waged war on every chapter of marine he could find, honing his army so that one day he will be able to return to that sector and take over the home of the space wolves, some mountain called the fang. As soon as he can find out where it is he will be going there to destroy them and wipe them from existence for all time. AWTY laughed
Changeyname:
Aye I'll have a bash at this one - these are the origins of Onelug's Skidmark's
Transmitted: Armageddon Observation Post VIII
Received: Termerity, Battle Barge of the Iron Snakes
Destination: Unknown
Date: 6948201.M41
Telepathic Duct: Astropath Terminus Bariel
Ref: AdMech/01544584216/GW
Author: Sergeant Helmscrich, Armageddon Task Force
Title: Increasing Ork Activity and Imminent Attack
Sir,
We have recently been monitoring an increase in Greenskin activity on Armageddon’s Phoenix Island.
A Warboss of some stature has been unifying remnants from the last Great War on Armageddon into a force of considerable size and the few survivors of sorties against this Ork, known as Onelug Skidmark have returned with disturbing news.
It seems, owing to an unusual custom amongst the warband that these Greenskins have little to no fear of artillery bombardment or heavy weapons fire and advance rapidly en masse into our defensive lines riding the ramshackle vehicles typical of the Greenskns.
Records indicate that in an earlier skirmish with a force from the Blood Angels Third Company, Skidmark lost an ear to sniper fire and became enraged, flying a crude Jump Pack into the Snipers position which detonated killing him instantly (May the Divine Emperor Bless his Soul), it is not known how Skidmark survived.
Examination of corpses taken for burning (lest they emit the vile spores which propagate the baneful species) shows that not one of them has either of it’s ears and our xenobiologists believe this to be a display of dominance by the Warlord, as their crude customs prohibit any members of the clan to display traits superior to that of the Dominant Greenskin.
However this strange belief is giving them an advantage in the theatre Sir, as their handicapped hearing and predilection for speed over tactical manoeuvring means they are simply ignoring the worst of our fire and advancing faster than we can reinforce our lines.
We have already lost contact with five other observation posts and the Ork’s path leads them directly through our position towards Victorinius Spaceport in an effort to get off-world.
By the time this message reaches you this installation will have been attacked and most likely overrun, but with The Emperor’s Blessings we can hold long enough for a defensive strategy to be formulated and counter assault mounted.
May the Emporer's Blessings be with You,
Sergeant P. Helmscrich,
102nd Armagedon Ash Waste Militia
DropFall:
THE BLITZA
Nazgrim was spawned a couple of miles from the outskirts of a heavily fortified camp occupied by the warband Da Krushin Fists during a long campaign on the world Litus II. Thus, once allowed through the gate, he started a relatively unexceptional boy-hood, fighting in one of the scores of warbands ruled by Warlord Nazdreg Ug Urdgrub. Nazgrim was just another ugly green face amongst the other thousand ugly green faces in his warband.
Da Krushin Fists were a warband of Bad Moonz, so having loads of teef was never a problem, and they could afford to buy the best gunz or gubbinz they wanted. A Bad Moon himself, Nazgrim thrived in the warband and with numerous battles under his belt; having survived where others ‘got fragged,’ he grew larger and larger, as Orks do, to the point where he was almost the size of a Nob.
So, with his favorite choppa in hand and the kustom slugga he had a mek build for the occasion, Nazgrim challenged the Nob he detested the most to the age-old tradition that was a ‘pit fight’ for the leadership of his mob.
The pit fight that followed went down in infamy as the most boring ever seen; Nazgrim blew apart the skull of the Nob with a single round within seconds of it starting, even though he had been pointing it, arm stretched out, at the Nobz chest.
No sooner had Nazgrim stepped out of the pit when a large Ork boy who thought the shot a fluke challenged him to leadership of the mob.
Whilst he did not die from the round to the head, the partial squig-brain transplant did him no favour. Needless to say that when he remained standing during a firefight when all other Boyz were hunkering down behind rubble, well and truly finished the job Nazgrim’s bullet started…
The source of Nazgrim’s brilliant aim and all other technical marvels in his now infamous ‘brigade’ was all due to the now notorious Mek Teksnik, from whom Nazgrim had brought the kustom slugga, and which at the time was just one the junior meks in the warband tasked with only building gunz.
Not being as dense as many other Orks, Nazgrim realised he’d hit upon a goldmine of destructive power, and from that second pit fight on considered himself Teksnik’s patron and begun spending big teef on the mek in return for first dibs on anything the mek created.
Nazgrim’s popularity grew from month to month, almost as quickly as his mob gained kills with every new piece of tech Teksnik could create. The armoured and up-gunned mob soon became known as Da Blitz Boyz, and no Ork in the warband dared challenge their leader, Nazgrim ‘Da Blitza,’ whose weaponry could shoot the snot out of anyone he wished dead. It was even muttered between drunken Orks that their Warboss Rukfang feared him.
So with little surprise by most that within half a year of his elevation to Nob-dom, the now massive Nazgrim was again in the ‘pit’ surrounded by hundreds of Orks screaming his name as he held aloft the mangled head of Rukfang between the pincers of his power klaw; the warband was his, and his alone. From this victory on, the warband would go by a new name.
The Blitzgrim Brigade.
DA BLITZA & THE WARLORD
Now Warboss, Nazgrim had to take and follow the many orders from the self-proclaimed illustrious Warlord Nazdreg, who expected even better results from the Blitzgrim Brigade than his predecessor had provided him, which is to say, for a warband not been among the Warlord’s favoured and usually considered second for any operation, was not a lot.
But with a continuing tenacity, on every world Nazdreg assailed, the Blitzgrim Brigade punched well above their weight, earning the respect of Nazdreg even as he kept his gaze on the rising Warboss. And watch Nazdreg needed to, for when he let the formidable Blitzgrim Brigade fight in the vanguard alongside his own equally unstoppable warband, battles were won, and more and more Boyz flocked to Nazgrim’s banner, increasing it to enormous proportions. ‘Da Blizta’ was a force he could not afford to ignore.
It was at least two years before Piscina IV that Nazdreg ‘requested’ that Teksnik; now a Big Mek with his own entourage of overworked meks, join his cabal of meks working alongside the reclusive and hunted mek known by Imperial agents as Orkimedes.
In return, knowing that keeping Nazgrim under control and contented was important to his own survival and the survival of his massive fortune, Nazdreg gave him command of the Kill Kroozer Bad Mork in which he, his six thousand strong brigade, and their immense collection of vehicles, including three Stompas; it was either that or kill him.
Despite this gain, the loss of the extremely talented Teksnik did not sit well with Nazgrim and he began hatching a plan to ‘rescue’ the mek, and leave Nazdreg’s war horde to become a warlord in own right. He could not do this alone so Nazgrim ended coercing a few handpicked Warbosses and Kaptains into joining him in this endeavour.
PISCINA IV
Now in the Piscina system, Nazdreg had in return for a staggering amount of teef, allied with the Warlord Ghazghkull Mag Urk Thraka to test a new Telly Porta his meks had been working on; their target of this test was the Imperial planet, Piscina IV. It was during this invasion that Nazgrim hoped to board Nazdreg’s flagship, the monstrous space hulk Scylla, rescue Teksnik and make good his escape whilst the warlord was busy elsewhere.
Although the imperial garrison was taken by surprise and quickly overrun, the timely arrival of the 3rd company from the Dark Angels space marine chapter made ruin Ghazghkull’s plans. Nazgrim's plans were also derailed as Nazdreg was forced to teleport to the planet with several warbands including a portion of the Blitzgrim Brigade in tow, to relieve Ghazghkull's beleaguered forces.
It was at the battle of Koth Ridge that Nazgrim’s string of victories faltered as he and hundreds of his boyz were brought low by the massed firepower streaming down from the heavily defended ridgeline. Badly wounded, his Mega Armour rent and twisted, Nazgrim needed to be dragged off the battlefield by half a dozen boyz. Deemed worth the cost to save his life, Nazgrim was sent back through the portal to the Scylla, where upon the best and most expensive Doks in the galaxy could rebuild his damaged body using Ork cybernetic parts. At the behest of his smart boy adjutant Gittuff, the Dok additionally built into the cybork part of his body a few of the Teksnik crafted surprises, including the infamous kustom slugga.
It was only a few days before Nazgrim returned to command what remained of the brigade, such was the skill of Nazdreg’s Doks, but he didn’t return alone.
Before leaving the Scylla, Nazgrim used several connections to find his favoured mek, and when a few heads ended up bashed in as Nazgrim sought to gain access to Teksnik, Nazdreg’s hulking band of enforcers were on his tail. With little choice in the matter, Nazgrim was forced to kidnapped the irate Teksnik who was happy were he was, and fight his way back to the Bad Mork, leaving behind several corridors and one flight deck of carnage.
Knowing he was in a dangerous position having now openly crossed Nazdreg; he was outnumbered and outgunned, he rallied those defecting cohorts he could, and as quick as their crude ships go fled Nazdreg’s war horde and translated into the warp.
A GALAXY TO PLUNDER
With two cruisers, half a dozen escorts and thousands of Orks at his command, Warlord Nazgrim ‘Da Blitza’ Ard Gor set about doing what any good Bad Moon would do, grow his wealth, fleet and numbers. And since leaving Nazdreg has stringed together numerous victories against many an alien and Ork, with one of his favourite victories being the long demanded revenge against the Dark Angels for which the loss of a Strike Cruiser and thirty seven Space Marines seemed to suffice.
With no clear knowledge of where he will strike next, there is no doubt that Nazgrim and his Blitzgrim Brigade utilising the technological wizardry of Teksnik, are a new and ever increasing threat in the galaxy, for woe is he who crosses Nazgrim’s path.
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