First time to post something on the fiction board. This is how Grok da ummiecrusha came to power. Feel free to critique I know I’m a bad fiction writer so I won’t get mad at you. Hope I did well enough that you all enjoy it.
Grok's Rise to Power
Grok woke up on a cold sheet of steel, with no memory of how he got there. The last thing he remembered was the Boss throwing him from a roof of a human village they had been pillaging. His Boss wasn’t that big, they were still a really young tribe of deathskulls. This had been their first real attack on something. So he had thought he could take him, his mistake.
It was then that he noticed Glabba the Painboy was standing next to him. His bright blue duffle bag hanging like a satchel from his side. He was from another tribe of deathskulls and had joined up at the hopes of looting some humans. “Oi! Dok what you doin?”
“Helping. I need favor. Da boss stole loot dat belongz ta me! I want ya ta kill him. You be da new boss.” The Dok’s eyes raged in fury as he spoke. He had a bad reputation of removing the jaw of orks who he thought had wronged him. He would pursue anyone or anything from one end of this galaxy to the other to satisfy his lust.
Grok was excited to find he still had all his teeth, the Dok must of healed him just to get his revenge. “How kan I kill da boss?”
The Dok handed him a choppa. “By tryin again. We are attacking da next town tonight. Kill him den. After dat put his skull on a stick or pole bit to show you da new boss.”
Grok left the revenge crazed Dok behind and went off to join the next attack. The humans would be there in force this time, ready to defend against them. But that just meant more and better loot.
The tribe had no vehicles yet, it was one of the main things they were looking for in the human towns. So they ran, their blood starting to boil with the excitement as they got closer to the town. When they got there they could see a makeshift wall surrounding the town. An auto-cannon in the middle of the road on the back of a large truck, with two scared looking pdf soldiers working it.
The orks instinctive nature instantly came into effect, with a shout of “Waaagh!” they charged up the road. A few of the orks were killed by the large caliber gun. The boss himself was even hit by a stray las round from one of the troopers on the wall in the leg. But the majority of the boyz were un-phased and over ran the gun and poured through the small gap in the wall.
Grok was in the front himself killing the assistant gunner. He charged through the town, Killing every human in sight. Finding especially great pleasure in crushing them under his feet. But when he came across the Boss he was overwhelmed with the desire to be the boss himself. He would lead the orks to victory and to better loot!
The boss had a look of surprise when he saw the nob in front of him, he had already killed him once. But then had a look of great pleasure, he could kill him again. They charged at each other, but the little las round slowed the boss greatly. It had passed straight through the fleshy parts, severing muscle tissue.
The boss struck first, his big choppa barely missing the slightly smaller ork. But Grok would not be defeated again, he hacked away while the bigger ork tried to recover from the miss. His first blow chopped into his side and cracked a rib, the second cut away the already injured leg. Then while the old boss fell he stepped on him and crushed his rib cage, finishing him by cutting off his head.
He had done it, he carried the head of the old boss back to the front of the town. He cut the barrel off of the auto-cannon one of the boyz had been carrying out on his shoulder and stuck the head on top of it. He then jumped on top of the truck and raised his new boss-pole in the air. “Oi! Listen ere you gitz! I’m da new boss!”
