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"OH, STOP IT YA PUNKZ!!
YA KNAW HOW MUCH 'ARD WORK BUIL'IN DA TING 'AS?!
YER GOIN' TA BIGTOWN?
'ISTEN 'ERE, S&&#: COME 'ERE AN' DIE!!
MY BOYZ AN I 'UILD DA GUD STUFF 'ERE.
IM SMASHIN ALL YER BOYZ COMIN' OVER!
U'L SEE!"

The last shouted word of the Ork has barely echoed through your overtasked ears, when a flash of light and roaring thunder makes you flinch and reflexively close your eyes!

"RAAWWWR!
Thaa, tads betta, hummy!
Ne'va likt ma new bootz in da ferst place!
Made me ta big.
Da Waaargh-Boss culd 'ave got funny ideas see'in me big like 'at.
Now's my turn, HARHARHAR!"
The Xeno is getting up on all-fours, head lowered at the Chimera like he intended to charge it head-first ... 1d100 ⇒ 18
... then a volley of six missiles scream from a launcher-pod on his back!

EDIT:
MacVyger jinks at his controls, but all he can do is turn the Chimera around, so that the open rear hatch is no longer directly open to the attack. You nearly did the jink, so I give you that. Otherwise two of the rokkets would have flown straight into the open rear compartment ... that would have been too easy ;-)
Then, the rokkiz strike. Two hit the turret, causing something to audibly break and then two more hammer blows explode against the presented side of the APC, throwing everyone and everything on board around like toys.
Simulatenously, lots of red warning lights spring into omnious life at MacVygers operator board, telling a long tale of damage done to the pround Angelus.

As you near him and MacVyger lets loose with a wide-area burst from the heavy flamer, the Ork seems to laugh at you.
Or maybe he is singing, you can't tell over all the noise.

"Oiii, ya squiggotz!
'at did ya tink yer doin, eh?!
Smoshin ma boyz an machines, sneakin 'round Big Mek Hexa'SkruwDrivas 'alley 's forbiddn!
Not 'nuff wif 'at! Ya grotz 'omeow smasht da rokks powa core.
Ya stupid gretchins! Yu'll blow us all to da moon!
Get'em Boyz!
HE'RE GET SUM FINE HEXA-DAKKA!!!"

WAAAAGH! Hexa charges that damned 'RL-schedule' and delivers a killing blow...

Ok, now seriously: sorry to hear that. Wish you good luck with your issues. Thank you for trying to continue this, after the original GM has left. The game would have died much earlier without you after all.

As there is next to nothing I like from the lvl-1 progress list of Orks I'll go with characteristic pushing for now:
Toughness II: 250
Strength I: 100
Total 350/500 -> save 150

"Uhhhhrgh. Boy, me feel like da madork now! Boss we should go, or me ripp those fingies to tiny pieces. Me guess we 'ave wad we wanned, eh?"

As they have left he packs Gaius and tries steers him to Jeremiah with the words: "Oii, Boss, Hexa must show you da good boy! Hes da gud man with a punch like 'urs! An da ability Ta drink dablotz for da hummy! Must talk Ta him, he's da good boy! Maybe making gud friend eh? Hexa likes him!"

And when talking to Jeremiah.
"Oii, boy. Gud Ta see ya 'ere boy! Hows yar face? Harharhar!. Mine still itches a bit, from yer last one. That wud a gud one! Harharhar! This 'ere is Hexa's boss. He making lotz off gud lootz. Lotz of Waagh!-ing and lutz of lootz. Lifes gud ya now? Naah, curse ya now! Yur a big boy yarself eh?! Harharhar! Yu wild loved da time da boss removzed da pointy ear from da pointy-ear wif da sword. Harharharr! Whuza gud time!"

"Whaddahell?! Weirdboyz!!"
31-30 +10vs fear from mob rule?: 1d100 ⇒ 43
"Aaaargh! Boss make em stop, or me kill'em all! Stupid weirdboyz tryn ta kill us!"
Hexa draws his bizzare slugga gun in wild panick and sliding back the firing mechanism with a loud 'chrzdang'.

Following the boss again, Hexa enters the room without a glance - halfway through the wildly exaggerated story about the events of the other night and laughing loudly with Zoggit.
Fear 31+20+10 mob-rule: 1d100 ⇒ 22
Still laughing about the human he force-fed with a bottle of some liquor that had gas in it and the human sprouting the liquid from all his openings after a few seconds, Hexa does not even notice what is happening in the dark room.

"Eh, dunno giv' a fart! Smashed point-ear an 'alf-rodden books? Maybe you had won wiff a bottle of yer droppings, eh? HARHARHAR!"

What do Ork-Boys on loose ... Wandering to the deepest pits of the Footfall Underworld and getting drunk while winning drink-games, participating in weird and dangerous street-races and getting into a mass brawl in a bar. Maybe - or not - asking some about the Obsidian Eporialwhatsnot fing and some of the weird names from the auction while smashing out their teef?

-- Some Activities: --
Carouse 46 +10 un.: 1d100 ⇒ 19
Drive Ground Vehicles 36: 1d100 ⇒ 25
WS 53: 1d100 ⇒ 88
Intimidate 46: 1d100 ⇒ 10

Feel free to ignore that bid or raise it with something else. I got that idea while reading the gm-post and couldn't resist just posting it xD

"Talk Ta da mirror boy. Ol' Hexa got da suprise in da poketz."
With that, the green Ork rises, clears his throat and yells: "Me got da teef of one 'ell of a big Sqiggoth, build as da big-burna fer da battlewagons. Also a damn-loud trumpet if yar big 'nuff! Harharhar!"
With that he sits back down, still laughing and enjoying the look of all those faces starring at him.

As they enter the giant room, Hexas eyes wanders around the place with something like awe. Sometimes he will stop in front of an especially large and obscure piece of junk and eyes it with unhidden interest. As Zoggit beats him in the rips, he answers with an absentminded voice coming from a far distance.
"Naah, wud be borin fightin. Most wud wet em ratha then put up a good smashin. Wadda place eh? Luks like da big dent of da big mek of da klanz me was in once..."

"Eh if 'ey wanna 'ave hummies, we culd just g'ive em da intel on da otha tradas, or Waaagh! 'eir ships an sell da crew to da stick-'figurs an keep da lootz fer ourselvs, eh? Long time no smashin! Its 'bout time fer da 'ood ol' fight, damn it!"
The big Ork seems to be nervous and distracted, clearly his Xeno blood is boiling with fury and battle-lust and his advice is ill-tempered and colored by his desire for battle.

No real idea for this auction, so this is just a 'keep going' post from my side =D

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Ahh, sorry to hear that. If you think it is for the best ... You know it best after all...

Ahhh, anofer boy or girl, but orks are unisex so... for da WAAAAGH! Good job Zoggy ol' boy!

As the evening finally ends, Hexa emits a low growl and seems to be eager to leave.
"Zoggit, meet me at da cages on da morning... Wanna punch somefing 'od an 'ard. Fis 'as sucha 'aste of 'ime. I didnt evn got drunk from da hummi stuff! Weak as wada...an who drinks da wada?!"
A frizzle of electricity from glados shakes the greenskin and he hit himself hard on the head. "Eh?! Whadda want now? Stupid thing! Eh? Ah groxxit well..." With that he turns to Gaius (assuming there out of earshot of the other guests already. "Boss, Zoggy an me talked to da weakling hummi. Hes some slave of da admirals slave ... So something like his dog. Or even the flee of da dog, ya know? Anyay, he said that da admiral is bloody expanding da fleed with raidin da raidas an excutin them if ey wanna join him, bublin about chanfin loyaliti an stuff. Whatever dad men's, Glados thought it impprdand fer yet ta know it."

"Aharharharharrr! Ya heard dad Zoggit boy? Tis hummie wanna know if da orks 'value' strength! Wanna 'now 'ow Orks fink about strength? Com wif Hexa to da bar oca dere and I will tell ya about 'Might Makes Right', an ya be a good boy an tell me all ya 'now 'bout footfall eh?"
With that he grabs the tiny human and steers him towards the nearest bar, grabs himself and the noble something strong and starts talking to the man between double and triple drinks about basic Ork culture and some half truth, half over exaggerated old war stories of his clan.
Then after the third - or sixth? - drink he waves for the other man to start. "Nows yar turn, boy. I'm done talkin fer 'now. More drinkin fer me while yar talking, eh? Harharhar!"

It seems like I will hang out with those fellows rather than the brute at the bar, so just take that carouse test I tossed in for that action (see my last post on the previous page).
As Carouse would be at -10 +20 I succeed with 1 DoS and an additional DoS for un. Toughness.

Glados, record da talkin of da hummie for lata, understood? Maybe da hummi tells somfing of worth for da boss or some other good kno'wotz!

Before going on to the bar and try to make the brute drunk and talking, Hexa replys - somewhat surprised at the sudden openness of the humans: "Eh? Yeah, 'ood stuff." Some flying sparks from Glados reminds him of the correct gothic pronunciations. Yeah, Yeah me 'now Glados ... Hmmpf.
"It is exquisite. Such a strong food! It struggles even after being cracked and swallowed. My respect for its willpower!" Looking at the hummie struggling to swollow it he starts laughing in his loud manner. "Harharharr! To strong for you, eh? Guess its for the tough ones only. Harharharr!"

"Hoo, lets get this ova wif, eh? Harharharr"
Still laughing he grabs a handful of those live grabs, crunching two against each other like one would open nuts, and throws them in his large maw. "Ohh, not bad! Nof bab ad ahl! Cud be larger."
Then he sets off towards the large thug on the bar, sitting down heavily on a chair near the bs and orders something strong: "Something stronga then da fellow 'here has!" As soon as he gets something he nods the thug over. "Com over an hav a seat, will ya? Tis is gonna get 'orin quick. Yu watch yar boss, me watchin ma boss, an nofing Eva happens. Lets 'ave some 'ood ol' drinks together ... They pay fer once! I'm Hexa fer me friends an I'm watchin afta da boss. 'Specially since him crashed with da otha boss ova some nonsense, ya 'now? Harharharharr"
Trying to get the big brute drunk and talking to a good fellow in the same miserable position and all that stuff. Maybe I get something out of him, otherwise I simple get drunk faster than Nimia which is also a noticeable feat xD
Carouse 46+10 unnatural T: 1d100 ⇒ 53 Straight success + 1 DoS from unnatural. I'm good for now. Well that part about getting drunk faster than Nimina could be harder than expected with all the toughness of an Ork: Wouldn't be fun if it was easy eh, Nimina?^^

"Uhmm..." The big Ork looks surprised as he is questioned for his name and title. He scratches his head and knocks a little bit against 'Glados' hull.
Glados ya box full of scrap, help me wif da stupid language of da hummies a bit, will ya! Cant have da boss get mad wif us, 'caise we insulted some stupid bag of s$@+ on da party!
"I am Hexa'SkruwDriva. Master of Arms on board of the Indomitable Will of his grace LORD Gaius Valerius Metallus."
Some sparks sprouts from the connection with Glados and he adds: "And this is here is our Chief Bosun and good fellow Zoggit. Nice to meet you."
Buargh, Glados u sure this s how one 'sposed ta do it?! Disgushtin!

"Ehh, boss? Ya sure me shuld come alon? Last time me was fearin da 'ell out of the hummies in da town. I got da hummi cloths an all, but ... Hexa is not sure ifs enough, ya know? Wouldn't stay in da way of yar lootz-making an all."
The big ork looks down, in obvious discomfort at the outfit he is wearing: Something like six or seven good suits were stitched together by a skillful shipmen, his boots are shiny as never before and his head is topped with an old top hat that some helpful crewman found in an unused locker. Another helpful person created a white tie from a desk blanket and finally anyone got him a golden monocle on a chain on top of it all.
The only accessory of his own is a 'walking stick' of plain, blackened metal with an attached grip of white leather. A substitute chopper if it comes to the worst.

So what do you think. Take this dressed up ape with you to the formal dinner or leave him in the shuttle - where he quickly will undress and arm properly, waiting for things go south...?

Seems good to me.

Since going to the town is not a good idea for an Ork - even in this town of madness - SkruwDriva will get back to the Intomitable Will and occupy the seat of the primary vox operator, connecting readout connectors to 'Glados'.
"Glados, nows yar time. Search fer da talkings about da 'Tathus Moross', dad shady figure of 'Admiral Bastille' or his flagship the 'Colossus' ... or anyfing else about 'rogue traders', da 'gala'-fing tomorrow. Na stop askin stupid questions, just do it you heap of scraps!"
Using an extended action tech-use to intercept and decrypt if necessary any interesting vox traffic from/to the planet, looking that way for information. Will do this the rest of the day, unless anything else requiring my attention - like any fighting or some such. Giving three rolls - if you need more just ask xD

Extended Tech Use 56+?: 1d100 ⇒ 46 1Dos + 1 un. + ?
Extended Tech Use 56+?: 1d100 ⇒ 65 1 DoF, could be straigh success if any boni apply
Extended Tech Use 56+?: 1d100 ⇒ 46 see first

EDIT: Sorry misread my Stats: My currrent Int is 42 not 46, so the above test are all against 52+, reducing the DoS' by one.

Listening to the conversation through the door, sparks suddenly starts to fly from the crude connections between 'Glados' and the brain of the Ork. The big green brute starts to curse and beat the red-painted holding until it stops spraying sparks. "Eh, stop that Glados, ya crazy squig droppin! I now 'ull 'ell tet I heard da name before. Lemme fink fer meself will ya? Bloody Grox balls of mud!"
Common Lore War +10 +10 un. Int 66: 1d100 ⇒ 31 3dos+1dos per un. Int stat
"Ha, see Gladis! Me know that me know da guy! He was at da big smashin a few years before! Will tell da boss after he s finished with da fat man. Stupid grox, finking me wuld not rememba!"

As for exploring ... Don't know where I could go without causing a civil war or such. Most likely going with Gaius to wherever he goes, playing the brute, loud announcer-guard again.

After the meeting:
"Oii, Boss, come 'ere fer a moment. Ya shuld 'now that da guy da fat one was rumblin about so long ... He had da smashin in da space with da navy some time and is now as welcomed as me an Zoggit ta da 'mperium! Oh, an 'e has da lotz of sips and a big ship calld da 'Collosos' or such. Hes known fer da saying of not makin da friends but slaves an lootz.
He sounds like a good ol' ork boss, eh? Harharhar!"

Outside the 'Conference' room, Hexa starts to laugh in his exorbitant loud manner.
"Aharharharharr!"

"Da old geeza is rumblin about 'oring stuff 'gaun. But sometimes good looz is comin out of da rumblin, so lets jst 'ait 'ere."

"Oiii, glad ya say that, Emi! Da long talks of da old hummies is not da fing of da orks. Make sure Ta yell us if there is da smashin to make! Come lil sneaker, you to ta corns and watch da room, me take da door an block it."
After a few steps he turns around and yells towards the Rogue Traders: "Make sure to make da money, Bosses! HARHARHARRR"
Then the big Ork finally leaves and takes up a clearly visible guarding stance in front of the door. I need a black suit, glasses and a in-ear headset!^^

Autopistol is a free aquire as you easily reach a modification of >=100.
+30 single person, +30get-it-everywhere and so on ^^

"Ahh, Boss ... Da best ideas from ya 'gain! Time fer da booz, eh?! AHARHARHARR"

As Gaius leaves the office of the port administration, Heax awaits him with his loud laughter and wide-spread arms as if ready to hug the man.
"AHARHARHARR! Now what, Boss? Ar we 'elcome ere or what? An 'ere's da lootz on this rock, already? Why call us 'ere an not talk ta us afta we come her'? Dumb if ya ask Hexa! 'Kud be a trap, ya know?!"

AHARHARHARHAR!
"Look at these soulful eyes..." Saying that about an Ork ... Only a real RT can hope to survive that statement ^^

@Radavel: Edited my gameplay post with the intimidate roll. (Just as a heads up)

No problem Radavel: Better slow and steady than to exhaust one self.

@Gaius: You now officially have a orkish proclamator. Not many RTs can say that about them self ;-)

Hexa just got da brilliant idea fer decreasin da fear of da hummies from da ork-spores: Da xperiment will start immediately on da return. A coat with da built in lil burnas dad will burn da spores as me walkin through da town. Ah, Glados dad is da fing, no? Hexas a genius, eh?!
That should defiantly eliminate da fears of the average human citizen: A ork with a metal-leather coat burning the ground behind him to remove possible spores! Ork-Tech true and thorough.

Actually quite the contrary. Stealth - and subtlety for that matter - is a concept completely beyond Hexa. I will not go on the waste depots for acquiring scraps, instead head out with Gaius as his Bodyguard - clarification incoming:
Oii, Boss! Wait fa ya personal guard will ya? Planed on lootzing som bare materials on da junkyard fee da xperiments - but Glados here reminds me that da hummies fear da boys in da town. Harharharrr! Ill stick Ta yar side 'nsted, no? Can't hav ya Ben shot by some idot on dis rock. Fink of da truble dad wuld cause fer me! Findin another hummie making dad much lootz like ya isnt easy ya 'now?!

Then he will take the left side of 'his' Rogue Trader, towering over the group in his full equipment - one hand at the oversized axe-like chopper the other at the stock of a large 'Shoota'. The last one looks like a antique, rusted machine gun from a time long since forgotten in the history of man.
Every time someone looks funny at the group - or most likely him - he will shout with the full force of his lungs: "Make da way fer da Boss: Rogue Trada Gaius Valerius Metallus Tenebrae comin' tis way! Make da way!"
If that does not succeed at clearing a wide path for the group around the 'Boss', he will glare daggers, stinkbombs and dakka at anyone staying in da way, growling low and dangerous and gripps the shaft of his choppa more obvious. Doing intimidation here

EDIT:intemidate 46: 1d100 ⇒ 23 Aaaand, here comes the fun xD 2DoS

Mhhh sanctioned is a own talent for Xeno characters to take - but only at higher levels ... I pretty much forgot that aspect of plying an ork as I posted before. I will most likely stick with Gaius then ... no one will object an Ork-Bodyguard of an RT ... at least not until he is some crazy fanatic Inquisitor at least ...^^

Immediately after landing on Footfall, Hexa makes a quick rush towards the closest junkyard, throwing some Thrones at the owner and literally digs through the junk, picking things here and there - seemingly at random and at great speed all the while debating with 'Glados' about future projects.
Loaded with all kinds of junk, wires, oxidated metal plates and wires he returns to the lander.
After his part of the 'financial transactions' are done, he will accompany 'da Boss' as Bodyguard. Keeping within earshot and showing off his extra large choppa to every one looking at him or the boss - slowly sliding one thumb along the jagged axe blade.

After a 4 hours sparring brawl with Zoggit which ended in a tie - as all 364 matches before - SkruwDriva went to a blackout-like sleep that lastet for over a complete day.
After a few days, the warp-warning bell sounds again, and the Ork makes his way to the bridge. He has put good use to these days: the weird Xeno-tech connected to his brain finally has started to work and he managed to use it freely. To show off his success, he had painted some red letters on the Xeno-steel wrapper of the Tau-core reading GLADOS - the name he has given the damaged Tau-AI that rests in the Core and that now is his personal calculator slave.

Upon entering the bridge, SkruwDriva makes his way to the left side of the Captain - wearing his weapons openly. "Ahhh, tis' finally Footfall, eh? Betta lade t'en neva weirdeye, no? Harharharr!"

Good idea Nimina - I have the same problem with some players - especially the arch-militants / pilots.
I have added the Ship Name in the alias after the class/Level entry - so it will show up under my name.

[EDIT:] I also added the ship role. Took Master-at-Arms after the wish of our Captain. Cant wait to lead our first boarding with a characteristic *harharhar*

I think it simply goes with craftsmanship. Good craftsmanship = pick one, best craftsmanship = both.
Just a guess, as it IS written very unclear.

I don't think that there are any. Think everyone is eager to get this campaign moving. We had plenty of time for funny/informational posts about ourselves.

Power Field is always an incredible valuable requisition.
Nothing else saves one from that one lascannon-shot-to-the-face.
A professional soldier team would be awesome - just go with equipment requisiton for a small group I think. Some Ex-Guardsmen should be widely available to wield them.

After a complete day of motionless watching the augur screens, SkruwDriva finally rises again as most of the scans of the system are finally performed. The enormous muscles of the Ork emitting sounds like a highly stressed rope shortly before the breakpoint as he rises from the chair. He turns to leave but then looks down at something down at his hands - seemingly surprised. Then he turns around again and walks back to the captains chair. He sets down a crude model of the complete system - ioncluding the sun, its planets and all their moons - made from scrap metal stripes, shrapnels, dysfunctional connectors and wires, dismantled armor plates and a big red button as the sun at the center of the model - symbolizing the sun.
"'ere Boss. Take ownaship of yar system already, will ya? Harharharharr! Im down at da gym fer throwin some punshes at somefin. Me muscels an blood 's scremin fer da smashin, ya 'now? Call me if we get ta da next 'Footfall', eh? Harharharharr!"
The loud laughter seems to remain ringing through the bridge for some time, even as already has left.

"Off-Curse, eh? Did creepy-eye it again? Harharhar. We could catch some weirdboy an let hem plot our curses instead. Would at least be fasta! Harharhar!"
After the loud laughter ebbed down again, the green Xeno walks to one of the auspex Crew compartments and starts to flip seemingly at random at the controls and switches of the machine. - while talking to the crew who seems very uneasy at his presence.
"'ere an then set tha hortilort chain Ta da biggest an da zetrulitus circuit lowa - makes da looking-thing betta! Shuld relly 'now dat, boys. An somone shuld 'ave painded Ta thing red alredy tat it works fasta!"
tech-use 42: 1d100 ⇒ 52 would be straight success if the ork-style cortex implants are working yet - aka if the initial requisition took effect already, otherwise 1 DoF
"Ahh, betta. See it? Mek sure to remind 'at. Cant be 'ere all the time. Now lets look closy at da screens, da boss wanna 'now 'ere we are an wats down ere on dees ball of dirt."
And with that he occupies the most comfortable seat near the auspex screens and stares at it like he was at a staring contest, while his hands are fiddling with some scrap metal and wires no one has seen him carrying before.
auspex watching 33: 1d100 ⇒ 16

How does: 'Ead of Emergncy Repairs an' Border Repellin sounds?
There is no role choosable by Orks - despite the first officer - as far as I can tell, so I came up with my own one. A mix-up of the Master-at-Arms and Enginseer Prime, maybe giving +5 to Repel Boarder and +5 to Emergency repair instead of the +10 for one of them?

"Ahh Boss, see its da own fault of da spirit! If it just 'ad don its fing properly- me would not had ta hit it to made it work 'gain. Simpl as 'at. Same as wif da gretchin: 'ey will work properly if 'ey 'now tad 'eir boss will 'it 'em 'ard if they dont."
Couldn't resist to give this quick sum-up of inherent ork-tech-logic for you non-orks out there!

"Oiiii, Boss. Stopp da shoutin. Me hed is killin me. Da burnas in da lowa regions burn da good schtuff. Controlld it 'esterday after da xperiment and da rpair of plasma cable #67thingyouknowwhaz. Some cogboy though it defect and recircld tha powa flow to da engine. Shuld 'ave asked SkruwDriva first. Simpl hittin da thing solved da problm! Shmashed da tanks with their stuff after me was done. You not wan da drunkn boys loding da big dakkas eh?! Harharhaar!"
Through the elevator shaft - no cabin in sight, so he must have been climbing the emergency latter - emerges a big, green ape-light creature with long arms the size of a battletank's main barrel, glowing-red eyes and a heavy chin. All of the body is covered in scars and in various degrees of healing - mostly from burns. He wears black leather jacket and matching trousers and boots. But nether the scars nor the clothes is the main focus of the somewhat shocked bridge crew who stars at the Xeno in their midst. One half of the crew stars at the ridiculously large axe strapped to his left side which seems to be extensively modifies with cables and metallic straps running along the blade and shaft in a crazy zig-Zack. The other half stares shocked at the clearly xeno, clearly non-Ork part that is obviously bolted to the right side of his head - and the sparks emitting cables connecting the device and the back of his head. With some fantasy the device could once have been the helmet of a tau battle suit.
"Wuz up boys. Neva den me here in a while, eh? Missed me? Shuld have come mor oftn it seems. Harharhar!"
After that the crew quickly returns to their work at hand and the bully turns to the captain sitting in the mid of the bridge. "Da Will did it 'gain, eh? Finally 'ere - er ever it is. Wuzz up ere anyway? Do we looz, kill ... Plunder, bribe? Or is it 'traiding' 'gan? Ned da driva down ere? Quite some time since da last kick-down me made!"