Huh, Ork's.
"WAAAGH!"
I didn't even bother dodging, they were Ork's, their bullets would hit me when hell froze over.
Especially with how few of them there were, only about 11, the nob in charge of them was getting ready to charge...
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"DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE A THOUSAND TIMES DIE!!"
I brought my power fist forward and annihilated the car thrown at me, then shot forward out the smoke and liquefied one of the werewolves with a quick swipe of my right hand then swung out my left arm and power clothes lined some weird stone creature, the cloud of dust and dirt from it exploding gave me enough cover to dodge out of the Wizards sight, through the wall of the building to my right, I started slamming my way through the walls of the nearby houses to slowly get behind the lightning chucking Wizard.
That guy was next, time to see how squishy wizards really are.
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I fired at the nob with my mounted Storm Bolter's (rolled 4d6, BS5 - 7 = 2, hits on 2+, 5,4,6,6, 4 hits, roll to wound, S4 vs T4, wounds on 4+, rolled 4d6, 4,3,1,5, 2 wound's, Nob get's 6+ save, save fails 3,2, Nob takes 2 wounds, Nob has 2 wounds, Nob is dead.) He went down, the Ork's stopped shooting for a second, one in the back, a Mek judging by what he was wearing, moved upfront and shot his Kustom Mega-Blasta at me, (rolled a 6, hit, rolled a 4, wound, 6+ save from Forcefield, 1, failed, 2+ Termi save, 4, no wound.) ! I felt the impact as it slammed into my me, The Terminator armor's various F*** YOU Defenses pretty much negating it, but still it's the principle of it.
"Listen up you Grots!" I yelled at them, it got their attention pretty well actually.
"Who you callin a Grot!?" the fact that their were a few (12) Gretchin with them notwithstanding (20 Snotlings, about 34 Squigs, it's hard to tell, most of them utility squigs, like hair or paint squigs)
"You!, I iz bigga an stronga den you! I'z da boss now!" To be honest I didn't think I could beat them all, and I was technically bigger then them now, and I had just defeated their previous boss, except being an Ork I met all the boss requirement's.
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I waded through the bullet's, guns from various ages firing their payloads at me, they did jack.
"DIE ROBOT SCUM!" Some General wearing generic 'future' clothes with a fancy gun screamed at me, he was standing on a big tank, my new Astartes memories were unimpressed, they had seen tanks far larger and torn them apart by hand.
"I'M NOT A ROBOT YOU RETARD! SPACE MARINE! SPACE MARINE!"
"SECOND VOLLEY AT THE LYING MECHA SCUM!"
"AAAARGH!"
*BOOOM!*
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There was some... disagreement with my declaration, I responded to this with several strong blows and a few shot's and had them in line, more or less, being Ork's and everything.
My Space Marine persona was mildly objecting to this, but the Crimson Wyrms viewed the Ork's as less an enemy and more an out of control weapon anyway, and using them as mercenary's and assault forces was a popular chapter tactic, so there was some precedence.
After my unanimous 'election' to 'Boss' status I went over my new 'boyz'
1. Mek
2. Painboy
3. Tankbusta
4. Loota
5. Kommando
6. Stormboy
7. Flash Git
8. Runtherd
9. Cybork
10. 'Ard Boy
Of the ten boyz I now was in charge of, surprisingly, each was of a different Caste of Boy, I hadn't noticed before because they all only had the basic Ork Equipment, a Slugga and Choppa, though the Cybork had a large buzzsaw blade on the back of his Cybork left arm and some kinda large gun, most likely some kinda Big Shoota, and the Mek had his Kustom Mega-Blasta, the Nob had been twice as big as the rest and had a Power Klaw and Twin-Linked Shoota (that the Loota and the Flash Git were now arguing over, the Mek had snatched the Power Klaw and was getting the Painboy to rip him open so he could get all the 'Metal Gubbins' out of him.)
Overall, I think things are going well.
*Whack!*
"Give it to the Mek you Git's!"
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"WHY IS IT ALWAYS ZOMBIE'S!?"
*sounds of gory death*
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Or at least better then it has been going anyway...
