Reddunz Hit 'Arder (40k)

Around a week had passed since I first joined this troupe of merry berserkers and both a lot and not a lot had changed. First major thing that had changed was just how busy the camp was becoming, more and more Orks were for a lack of a better term 'birthed' from the spawning grounds. However, even more just rocked up on our doorstep and proclaimed that they wanted to fight for the 'Da biggest Ork in da Secta!'. Even the number of raids that had been taking place on the strange 'Umie' forces had increased leading to the mysterious scrap piles to exponentially increase in size along with the ruckus and clanging that echoed out from the most secluded areas of the scrapyard. 

Gorblitz and the lads had been out on a few raids, while I decided to stay back. I needed to consolidate myself before I'd even think about fighting a strange force, and that's what I'd been doing for the past week or so. Every day had been pretty similar, I'd wake up, head to the training ground and train. Muscles, aiming and most importantly co-ordination. That had been my biggest issue as an Ork was figuring out how to use my now overly exaggerated physique. Thankfully this body and new mind of mine was an exceptionally fast learner, I'd managed to even increase my baseline of mind-muscle connection. However, strangely my muscle mass or height had not increased by any measurable margin. 

I had thought for sure my regenerative factor in addition to harsh training regimes would give an appreciable boost to my strength and size, yet that had not come to pass. On the contrary those that had taken to raiding and fighting had, even if it was barely noticeable. Gorblitz had actually increased in size substantially and was now over a full foot taller than me, standing at around seven foot tall. While I still was stuck at a measly 5'9, around the same size as the new-borns-- if not a bit smaller... 

However, my time this week had not been entirely without reward. I had managed to massively upgrade my shoota. With rifling, a sight and even an ejectable magazine I had managed to create a semi-functional weapon by any reasonable standards outside of the Orks. I had managed to practice with it to a respectable degree, even to the point where Grimskab, one of Gorblitz's boyz would grunt in passing. The goggles on his head gave some sort of indication that he was a sharpshooter of sorts. Well as close to a marksman that Orks could get I supposed. My time around camp has shown that the Orks are simply happy that they are shooting, not just hitting their target. In fact... They rarely hit their targets, often hitting some poor Ork Boy minding his own business in passing. Thankfully for those 'unfortunate' Orks, their natural resilience were other worldly. 

Either way it was a testament that I was on the verge of becoming useful to this little Ork Tribe. Although my typical skills did not lie with martial prowess or technological advancement, it instead lay with organization and optimization. However, it was becoming more and more difficult to figure out a way to actually apply my expertise onto this rambunctious, ruinous, rabble. I have created a plan to implement once my clout has risen within the tribe, it reads as such;

Step One: Assessment and Analysis, a complete report on the tribe's inventory, skills and needs.

Step One will provide an accurate assessment of all resources, highlighting what we have, what we need and the best way for progression for the tribe, in terms of expansion and overall capital gain. 

Step Two: Organizational Structure, a restructure of Ork leadership to improve efficiency and productivity. The partition of the tribe force and the creation of task-centric groups. Also creating a communication network to allow for swift carrying out of orders.

Step Two exists to centralise leadership to allow for a more efficient means of acting out on tribe objectives.

Step Three: Resource Management, an organised centralised storage. A more efficient method for scavenging and the recycling of scrap.

Step Three exists for a much more smooth transition into step four, this all exists as a means to boost productivity. 

Step Four: Production and Manufacturing, the standardisation of equipment, assembly lines and quality control. 

Step Four will allow for the largest boost in effective firepower out of the steps mentioned thus far. It will allow for advancements such as rifling to be used widely across the tribe and will also increase combat effectiveness many fold.

Step Five: Training and Development, a standard training template to follow, skill development and mentorship.

Step Five will increase the overall skill level of the individual ork and will increase the effectiveness of both miscellaneous roles such as that of the mek boy and overall combat skill.

Step Six: Strategic Planning, Develop long-term strategies for expansion and dominance.

 Step Six is self-explanatory and requires little explanation, it is simply there for once everything else comes together. If we manage to reach step six. Success is garunteed.

The only issue is how in the world am I going to achieve even Step One of the plan. There is not a single forward thinking individual in this entire tribe outside of 'when's me next foight'. This would be a long term project, and it all started with me entering a position of leadership. Currently there was only one way to achieve that, which is success in raids and battles. That left me with those two options, I either fight in 'Da Pitz' or I try my luck with 'Da 'Umiez.' 

Gorblitz had made it back every time so far, albeit with a few scars, maybe that was my best bet. My body was now built for war, I now have the most accurate 'shoota' in this entire tribe and I have a human rational brain to stop me from doing anything stupid. Worse comes to worst, I'll just retreat and just say 'I wanted to get more boyz for a betta' foight'. I'm sure that'll work and come off smoothly...

With that the next plan is set in motion, I've just got to go find Gorblitz and make him take me on the next raid. 

With a pep in my step I went off to find Gorblitz, after a while of wandering around the camp it didn't take long till I spotted the 'jolly green giant'. He was where he usually was, in the spawning grounds looking for perspective younguns' to recruit to his group. In the past week along Gorblitz had managed to gather a decently sized procession of followers, all looking up to him and hoping to take his spot. I could see it in their greedy eyes, they wished they could be Gorblitz, just as large and well liked. Yet none dared to make their moves as he was top dog, his size alone able to ward off any ne'er-do-wells. 

After a moment of introspection I made my way towards him in stride, once I'd reached just a couple of metres away from the Ork he turned to look at me, a raised eyebrow plastered on his face. "Gorblitz, I wantz to raid. Take uz wiv' you on da next one." I spoke with confidence as I stared directly into the eyes of the beast. 

After a few awkward moments with Gorblitz staring right back at me, I almost faltered until he let out a loud guffaw. Sucking in a breath of relief he started speaking "Finally! We'z thought you waz weird! Alright boyz, today we raid! Rukkfang!" The second largest Ork in the group stepped forwards in response to Gorblitz.

"Get a truk ready, an' get some ladz. Orkgrub seeks battle!" Gorblitz yelled out like a proud father that had seen his son take interest in football for the first time. Just as he spoke the group of hooligans surrounding Gorblitz began chanting a mixture of "Orkgrub!", "It'z raidin' time!", "Glorblitz!" and "WAAAAAGH!". The whole commotion would've given me a headache if something primal within me wasn't enjoying this whole debacle. 

It was soon to be time that I would get a true taste of battle as an Ork, with my life actually on the line. Normally I would be frightened, shaking or even trying to back out. Instead I felt excited, raring to go. This was disgusting... Why would I ever look forwards to my own possible demise, it was this damn Orkish physique, warping both my emotions and my mind. I have to find a way to dull these instincts... Lest it be the death of me.e