Smotdruzz Part I
Here is a little story that I've been putting together for my Orks based on the Vigilus campaign my local store started when the first book came out.
Smotdruzz surveyed the desert wastes of this new
planet from high atop his tower. Up here he could escape the buzz of the boyz
and he could think. Escape all the boys except one, this Rekksmasha was up to
no good trying to get him to help his boys. He knew this upstart mek from the
days when he drove a buggy at the Big Toof River. Smotdruzz reminisced about
seeing all those buggies, the plumes of smoke and the spray of water as they
drove through the river and Rekksmasha in the middle of it all, gunning for
that ‘uge tank,what did the ‘umies call it, baneblade, and taking out the front
corner track.
As Smotdruzz thought longer he was soon floating about
2 feet above the ground. Thinking of all the destruction and the massacre of
all those ‘umies in those red uniforms got him worked up. So worked up that he
was not aware of Rekksmasha and his boss nob, Fiststampa, sneaking up the
tower. They were there for one reason: abduction! As they rushed into the room,
Smotdruzz fell to the floor and the two grabed him, and his gold staff, you
know to keep him grounded.
This was nothing new for Smotdruzz, as this is not the
first time an upstart mek or nob wanted his help and had taken him by force. He
learned not to give much of a fight, as things can get weird if he does. This
was nothing new. One thing that was different was they were not back on
MontarVII, but on Vigilus. Rekksmasha, with his prize captured made it to his
battle wagon Doombasha, and tore off away from the weird boy tower and away
from the Ork encampment.
Rekksmasha was off on his own, with his boys, enough
grots to fix Doombasha when she broke, and now his own weird boy, Smotdruzz.
“oi, ‘ere we headin’, boss?”
“Wez need some supp-lize if he ‘re going to make a go
at that hive ‘ver there. So wez getting’ supplies”
Stay Tuned for Part II (who says that anymore, stay tuned?)
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