Reddunz Hit 'Arder (40k)

Seeing an Ork being resurrected with something as simple as a stitch shook me to my very core, the Orks were becoming stranger and stranger by the day. I had no real idea how this was happening, they were seemingly defying the laws of nature on a daily basis. Was this the work of evolution or creation? It seemed too fantastical to be evolutionary but I vehemently reject the concept of a 'God' creating anything. Perhaps it wasn't a God that created these beings, they did seem to follow one purpose. That was war-- but right now we have no enemies to fight. I wonder who the enemy of this tribe is? I wouldn't be surprised if it was just more Orks, they were just as happy to fight amongst themselves as anything after all. 

Squeezing my eyes shut and back open I refocused on reality, I'd been spending a lot of time introspecting recently. I wonder what the rest of the Orks would think if I had something other than fighting on my mind, I think I'd blow their minds. With a hop and a skip we were off on our way once more, Gorblitz leading me off to several more locations.

The rest of the day was filled with me being led around and shown the various different points. Varying from training grounds that were simply just a few metal dummies strung up for target practice, they were pretty much pristine, the Orks far more happy with the fact that they were shooting rather than actually hitting their targets. To watchtowers with various Orks, Grots and others not really watching, more concerned with bullying each other and acting like drunken fools. 

A few places did actually catch my eye though, the so called 'Squig Pens' as an example. It was an area fenced off with these strange red like creatures, they were about the size of a large dog but with the attitude of a feisty chihuahua. Biting at the ankles of the Orks and eating Gretchen in one chomp if they were starting to get riled up. I did feel bad for the little green boogers, they seemed to be much smarter than their larger counterparts. I would have to recruit a few of the little suckers to my entourage I'm sure I could make much better use of them than their current masters. 

The Squigs seemed just as useful, they ranged greatly in size and function. Some of them having bombs strapped to them, seemingly to be used as mobile and living bombs. Others were used like ammunition carriers, which was strange because I still haven't figured out HOW TO RELOAD MY DAMN WEAPON! 

The day was beginning to come to a close when we passed by the final area, it was closed off and hidden behind particularly large piles of scrap that rose into the air like towers. It was a miracle tha--- there it is... One of the giant scrap piles began to sway in the wind before crumbling down crushing a couple of Orks that meandered around the bottom. No one seemed to care or move but the moving of the scrap heap revealed a few things. Mainly far too many signs that read "Keap Out!" "NO ORTHORISASHUN!" all in terribly spelt English... 

That did raise a question, I had been speaking to them in English. Well it wasn't exactly the same, more of a terrible rendition of it but it was still strange. How did these beasts know to speak the language? More questions without answers... Just as I was caught up once more in my own thoughts Gorblitz spoke up in a severe tone "Don't go in der, Boss'z orda's. If they findz you in der, youz iz gonna get krumped!" I nodded in acknowledgement.

The day was coming to an end, the sun beginning to set. Unsure of what to do with myself for the rest of the evening Gorblitz continued leading me somewhere. As it was getting darker a large fire nearby the centre of the camp was becoming more and more pronounced. Surrounding the fire was quite literally hundreds of Orks in a large procession as they danced around the campfire in a circular motion. It was all quite surreal and stereotypical for tribal life, shrugging I was led closer and closer. 

Once I was in complete eyeshot of the entire fire there were the so called 'Squigs' being slowly roasted atop of the fire. It was about time too I was starting to get hungry, what was strange though is that I didn't quite feel the pangs of hunger throughout the day, and it was only now that I was starting to feel voracious. Perhaps the green skin had something to do with it, I guess I was also technically a plant of sorts so it wouldn't be too farfetched to think that I could also photosynthesize... These Orks really were bred for war, being able to remove a large part needed for supply chains and logistics truly made them a force to be reckoned with. 

Gorblitz continued to lead the small group of Orks to a spot just outside of the main crowd, he watched over the huge ceremony before nodding his head. "Get stuck in ladz." as he spoke the rest of the group began to whoop as they charged off into the crowd, joining in. Gorblitz himself had his signature grin as he watched over the group, it was a pleasant surprise. I thought he was just a brute as well but there was a hint of intelligence in his eyes as he watched and observed, that was until he got antsy and joined in too. Charging up and forwards into the crowd he left me all alone watching the large fire. Yeah, alone... 

I was the only one of my kind in this entire group of Orks, while I did have some sort of connection to this group of aliens there was still a large part of me that denied any sort of correlation. It was becoming difficult to see myself as entirely human anymore, and I certainly didn't want to become any more Orkish, but where did that leave me? 

'Pssh, I'm starting to get all emotional. Now isn't the time for this.' I thought to myself, shaking my head I prepared to wander off back to the barracks and find myself a quiet spot to figure out a few things. That was when I felt the ground rumble, it wasn't entirely dark so I looked around hoping to find where it was coming from. Off in the distance I eventually caught sight of large plumes of dust rising up in the air, a few other Orks seemed to notice it too. 

Was there an attack on the camp incoming? What was going on? After a few panicked moments my fears were allayed as the Orks around me starting whooping and hollering in excitement. As the dust clouds got closer and closer I saw exactly what they were so excited about. On the horizon were a set of half a dozen open trucks with Orks hanging off the sides like a bunch of madmen. Inside the trucks was piles and piles of junk, shiny things and weapons that looked quite strange. 

The convoy of trucks came in quickly and shakily, much like most things with the Orks they appeared to be made out of literal garbage. It being a miracle that they actually worked, wiry frames and a set of four tires that were almost square. As they came closer the whole crowd around the fire only grew more and more intense and in a few brief minutes the trucks had came to a skidding halt around twenty meters away from the actual fire. The largest Ork from the leading truck clambered down from his vehicle sauntering up to the front of the crowd. "Raid wuz a success! Lotsa shiny gubbinz! Dem oomiez didn't even see it comin'!" 

The hell was an 'Oomie'? As I got a closer look at the junk that came there were pieces of armour that looked like it could fit around the average person, perhaps it was an alien on this planet that the Orks liked to fight in particular. There seemed to be a few rifles too, but they were quite blocky and entirely strange, they looked almost like a strange Terf gun. Like a toy that couldn't really do anything. On the side of it was a strange eagle looking symbol, definitely an organised group. There were a few others that were essentially the exact same, so they must be mass-produced. It was likely that this enemy was heavily industrialised and spanned the planet, leaving the Orks heavily outnumbered. 

If this was all that we had, it was no wonder that the Orks were resorting to simple raiding. I'd have to try and get myself on one of these raiding parties to try and figure some things out. I wouldn't be able to find much out here... 

The celebrations continued on for what felt like hours, a lot of the loot that had been gained from the recent success was carted off to the large scrap heaps next to the Boss's 'no entry' area. If a lot of scrap and tech was being carted over there I had a suspicion something was being built. Something much larger than the trucks and bikes that I had seen so far. 

As the crowd was reaching its apex the large squigs was taken from the fire and tossed down to the crowds with reckless abandon. Large amounts of Orks surged forwards to try and get a bite of the food tossed down, it was like a free-for-all. Naturally the largest of the Orks got their first pickings of the meat, the smaller Orks hanging back in hopes of not getting trampled to death. It seems they were at least smart enough not to pick a fight with the larger ones if they could help it. 

Thankfully, smaller squigs were then thrown onto the fire to roast. The biggest and the tastiest it seemed went to the larger Orks to feast on with the smaller ones being chucked on for the less brutish Orks. At least there seemed to be enough food to go around. 

The larger Orks had finished their voracious feasting in record time leaving only the carcasses and bones of the squigs left. They had sucked the poor creatures dry leaving nothing for the rest of the Orks to eat. As more and more food was tossed out I even managed to get my own fill, I had to work my way in and shove off a few similar sized and smaller Orks to get to the food, but in the end it was worth it. My stomach no longer growling I was left satisfied. The food itself wasn't bad at all, the squig itself was quite gamey similar to that of a wild boar. Strangely though it did have an ever so slight fishy taste that was barely noticeable but was definitely there. Overall, not the worst thing I'd ever tasted, although it could have done with some seasoning. 

With the entire Ork group fed the party had slowed down quite considerably, the once loud and belligerent Orks had began to slowly feed away from the fire and towards the barracks. What was strange though is that I didn't feel the least bit tired, in fact I was just as awake as when I was fighting in the arena. Maybe I'd feel a bit more tired once I got my head down, it's not like I had anything to do anyway. 

Wandering off to the barracks I followed a large amount of Orks that were doing the same, a few did walk back over to the watchtowers which I found to be quite responsible for the fiends. To be fair, maybe they were ordered to, with the threat of 'getting krumped' if they didn't comply. And so I wandered off to find an empty spot or bed. Unfortunately I didn't find much in the way of a bed, but I did find a nice rock to put my head down upon and my lack of pain sensors made it so that it wasn't particularly uncomfortable either. 

With my weapons close by I attempted to close my eyes and drift off to sleep, unfortunately I was wide awake without a hint of fatigue in my body. I was about to start shuffling around when my body began to naturally slow. My thinking laboured and so did my breathing. I wasn't exactly asleep but I wasn't awake either, I had entered this state almost the second I willed myself to sleep. It was as if I had entered an animalistic torpor, similar to the sensation I had inside my pod. 

The night drifted by quickly as my thoughts drifted of my new life, the fight that I had fought and the group of hillbillies that I had been forced to join. Introspection had taken over me as the sun had entirely set...