The Orkalorian [Warhammer 40k Isekai Ork OC SI]

I was at home, in my office, thinking about what my next step would be.

I would like to expand my business to the Index of Gork, but the Mawlocs were a problem. I don't want to drive in a panic and risk being eaten every time I enter the desert.

I thought of two solutions to the problem, the first would be to acquire a flying vehicle, which wasn't possible, as until now, I haven't seen an ork owning one.

The second option is the most likely to pursue, but it is also the most expensive. Replace the wheels on my Junka Trukk with anti-gravity plates, similar to Laenae's crib.

However, there was a problem, the price. Making Laenae's crib float was easy and cheap, as it is extremely light, but to make an entire truck float, you would need a dozen large, quality anti-gravity plates.

I asked Maground how many teefs it would take for him to make this modification to my Junka Trukk. Let's just say I almost had a heart attack when I heard the value.

It's not that I can't afford it, but if I did that, my finances would be in the red, and considering how quickly teefs degrade, I can't save up for a while to pay for the modification.

The only way I thought of getting the modification was to expand my business to the point where I wouldn't have to face difficulties spending an absurd amount of teefs.

In addition, I did just that, thanks to the fungus fields at the back of my house, I got a steady stream of fungi, spores, grots, snots, and squigs.

Looking out my office window, I saw the small green fields cultivated by snots in my yard.

We had to expand the buildings thanks to the influx of fungal or contracted grots and snots.

New dormitories have been built around my house and more equipment has been purchased as my minions are approaching the thousands.

Pens and stables were built for the squigs, and the snots did a good job of training them.

Returning to the previous topic, now that I had access to the fungi, I ordered the grots to open new stores around the city.

Snots knew how to turn fungi into snacks and medicine, while squigs could be turned into barbecue or sold to orks looking for pets.

Therefore, in addition to weapons, equipment, and housing rentals, I entered the pharmacy, fast food, and pet store business.

My heart raced as I thought about the amount of profits I had recently acquired.

However, of course, I didn't spend all this time expanding my business, but also training my skills.

I improved my aim with my weapons, like reloading them faster, disassembling, and reassembling them. Moreover, I practiced with my hand-to-hand combat weapons, like my knives and choppa.

I also did missions for the guild, killing nyds and getting more parts for my armor, and with the teef I acquired, I made a point of buying a stock of different Stikkbombs. 

The most important thing was my training with the powers of WWWAAAGGGHHH!

Raising both hands, I smiled upon seeing a green flame appearing at the tip of each finger. Changing my focus, I made some objects on my desk float around me.

Using my powers became more natural every day, but I admit that I used a certain object to help me.

I opened my desk drawer and took out a piece of wraithbone that I scraped off the escape pod and I've been messing with it recently.

I placed the piece on the table and focused my psychic energy on it, trying to shape the wraithbone.

The piece of wraithbone moved and shook on the table; suddenly a wraithbone spike appeared on top of the piece.

I sighed frustrated with this result, although the wraithbone helped me channel my psychic powers, I didn't get satisfactory results when trying to shape the material.

It isn't surprising, since there are eldars who dedicate their entire lives to learning to control and shape the wraithbone with their powers. I hopped to shape a cube or sphere.

Maybe Laenae will have better luck with this. Speaking of Laenae, this brought me to another problem Laenae growing up.

"Gagaga!"

I snapped out of my thoughts thanks to the childish noises next to me. Smiling slightly, I saw Laenae crawling in front of my desk.

The baby chased a small cloth ball. As soon as he reached the ball, Laenae caught it and threw it away, chasing after it again laughing.

She is growing quickly, not to the point where she couldn't fit in her crib, but now she was more likely to make noise and attract unwanted attention.

At some point I would have to spend a few years in inactivity and take care of Laenae properly, until then, I need to acquire more resources and become stronger.

"Hey, Laenae, come here!" I called the baby gently.

Laenae's ears moved when she heard my voice, the baby quickly turned towards me and smiled, showing the small teeth appearing in her mouth.

Laenae's teeth were coming out, so I would have to change her diet to solid food, time to research which fruits in this planet's jungle are edible.

The teeth also bothered Laenae, making her bite everything in sight to get rid of the discomfort, literally. There were bite marks on my table legs, chairs, bookshelves, and pillars.

As if that wasn't enough, I've seen Laenae leaning on walls and furniture, trying to stand, but failing and making a frustrated face right after.

"That's right, come here, I want to show you something!" I called Laenae again.

The baby quickly crawled towards me while laughing and sat down in front of my desk, looking at me expectantly.

I used my powers to make Laenae float and sit on my desk.

"See this? This is called a wraithbone. Various beings like you use their powers to shape it. Why don't you try?" I asked the baby while pointing at the object in question.

Laenae stared at the piece of wraithbone curiously, slowly; she reached out her hand toward the object.

"Yes! Use your psychic powers to shape the wraithbone!" I exclaimed to the child.

I wonder if she feels something different. Perhaps, like the orks, the eldars also acquire some ability by instinct; almost everything in eldar society is made of wraithbone. There must be some secret or technique.

Laenae held the piece of wraithbone in front of her face, turning the piece in her small hands, and then she made a face of concentration.

I watched expectantly, I couldn't wait for the result. However, my joy turned to panic at what Laenae did.

"WOMP!"

She put the piece of wraithbone in her mouth.

"NO!" I shouted, quickly jumping to my feet and holding Laenae with both hands.

Quickly, she swallowed the wraithbone and faced me, smiling innocently while moving her ears.

"NO! VOMIT THAT THING!" I screamed in panic.

"HAHAHA!" Laenae laughed, clapping her hands.

-XXXXXX-

Well, luckily, Laenae didn't choke, and the piece of wraithbone came out the other side a few hours later. I washed the piece and left it to dry in my office window.

"For Gork and Mork. What the hell was I thinking?" I scolded myself, leaning back in my chair and covering my face with my hand.

Looking through the gap between my fingers, I saw Laenae playing with the ball again as if nothing happened.

Hm… Laenae is too young for that, maybe when she gets older, I'll train her on how to use her powers, until then, I'll focus on mastering mine.

At least the piece Laenae swallowed wasn't the only one I had. Holding a second piece in my hand, I channeled my powers into the wraithbone with the image of a pyramid in my mind.

The piece moved in my hand, and slowly, a part of the wraithbone rose, forming one side of the pyramid. It's a start.

"Boss!"

The scream made me lose concentration and the piece of wraithbone returned to normal.

"What?!?" I shouted at the group of grots that entered my office.

"We have a problem!" One of the grots in the group shouted nervously.

I approached the grots while picking up Laenae on the way and when I got close, I noticed that the grots in the group had some cuts and scratches around their bodies, but there were two extremely injured ones, supporting themselves on the shoulders of their companions.

"Tell me what happened." I responded seriously.

-XXXXXX-

It was just another day in Green Morgue, and the grot known as Koric served his customers, mostly orks interested in the snacks he sold.

Koric accepted the payment for the snack and handed two skewers with squig barbecue to the ork in front of him, the ork quickly took the skewers from Koric's hand and licked his lips, walking away from the stall with a satisfied grunt.

Koric smiled and placed the teefs in a box under the counter of his tent, but diverted his attention as soon as he heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

Looking towards the source of the noise, Koric saw two ork boyz standing in front of his tent, blocking the sunlight.

"Can I help you?" Koric asked smiling.

"Yes, yer kan. Tell yer boss dat we uv 'da Bonebreakaz don't like gits open'n businesses 'n our territory without our permission!" The first ork boy shouted.

Soon after, he ripped off a small flag hanging from the top of the tent and held it in front of Koric, showing the Bad Moons symbol painted on the flag.

"But we kan ignore dat if yer teef us, uv kourse." The second ork boy responded, extending his open hand towards Koric.

"I can't, the teefs belong to my boss." Koric responded, stepping back and placing a hand on his back.

"An' 'oo said dis iz ma problem?!?" The first ork boy exclaimed, raising his fist and bringing it down towards the tent counter.

BANG!

"AARRGGHH!"

However, before the ork boy destroyed the small tent, Koric drew his slugga from his back and shot the ork boy.

The shot hit the ork boy in the shoulder, tearing off a piece of green flesh with a jet of blood.

Koric immediately grabbed the teef box and ran away from the tent towards an alley, just in time to get out of the way of a kick from the second ork boy that smashed the small tent against the wall of a building.

Unfortunately, the orks chased Koric soon after, the grot ran through the city's alleys while hearing the screams and insults of the two orks approaching.

That is until Koric stopped at a small vacant lot in the middle of Thumb of Gork maze of alleys.

"Ya should have run more; yer head would have stayed stuck on yer body longa 'dat way!" The ork boy with the injured shoulder exclaimed, approaching Koric.

However, Koric just smiled arrogantly.

"Iz gunna wipe 'dat smile off yer face!" The second ork boy responded, approaching as well.

Unfortunately, the ork never had the chance to carry out his threat, as dozens of grots jumped from the roofs of the houses with their choppas ready and landed on top of the ork, stabbing him repeatedly.

The ork screamed as he struggled, throwing himself against the walls, trying to knock down the grots.

A few grots fell to the ground, but soon jumped at the ork again, plunging their choppas into the flesh and spilling blood with a wet splash.

The ork with the injured shoulder widened his eyes in surprise, but before he could help his companion, dozens of grots entered the lot, emerging from alleys, abandoned houses and jumping from rooftops. 

Soon the ork boy found himself surrounded by dozens of grots.

"Do ya fink ya have any chance uv winning?!? Why don't ya leave before I krush ya all?!?" The ork with the injured shoulder screamed, realizing he was at a disadvantage.

"Catch him!" One of the grots in the crowd shouted.

Immediately all the grots pulled out their choppas and sluggas.

"Zoggin hell!" The ork boy shouted, grabbing a chain wrapped around his waist and cracking it like a whip, and drawing a choppa in his other hand.

Then the ork boy and the grots fought, ending with the ork boy dead and several grots injured, but fortunately alive.

-XXXXXX-

Hm… I'm angry, no, that's not the right word… I'm furious! A small gang of orks with nothing better to do messing with my grots?!?

Who the hell do they think they are?!? What were they called again?!? Bonebreakaz?!? Yes! Bonebreakaz! When I get my hands on them, I'll…

I breathed deeply to calm down after noticing the ork anger taking over me. Looking around, I saw Laenae and the grots looking at me scared. Damn it!

"Boss? What will we do?" One of the grots asked hesitantly.

Good question. What will we do? I can't let this go without consequences, otherwise, other orks will think they can do the same, but on the other hand, if I react, I'll draw the attention of a gang of orks.

Hm... Not if I get rid of the entire gang at once, but I doubt the Bonebreakaz will be the only gang in town, as my business expands, I'll end up messing with the other gangs too.

Unless I deal with the Bonebreakaz and other gangs at once. Yes... I believe it's possible as long as I abuse the fighting desire, short fuse, and stupidity of the orks.

"Simple, we will counterattack, but not now, I need to plan our next move, but until then, stop the expansion of the stores. I've a mission for you; I want a list of names with all the gangs in the city and their territories. I also need you to keep an eye out for when Rukzod Nidkilla leaves town on one of his hunts."

"Yes, boss!" The grots responded.

"Find Dobby and Gulg when you get out, tell them both to come to my office, and don't forget to tend to the injured."

With a series of confirmations, the grots left the office, leaving me alone with Laenae.

"Well, Laenae. Looks like some gits decided to mess with us, what do you think about us sending them to Gork and Mork?" I asked the baby, returning to my table.

"Hahaha!" Laenae laughed, clapping her hands.

"That's the spirit! But we won't do that now." I responded, opening a drawer on my desk and taking out a roll of paper.

"PPPSSSHHH!" Laenae replied, sticking out her tongue.

"Don't be like that. You need to fight smart, otherwise, you will die like the stupid orks running toward the firing lines with just a choppa in hand. You don't want to be a stupid ork, do you?" I asked, opening the paper on the table.

Laenae glared at me as if my question insulted her.

"I'm sorry, you're so much better than that. When you grow up, you'll krump every Ork and Nyd that gets in your way, won't you?"

"WAH!" Laenae replied, smiling arrogantly.

Once again, I think that Eldar arrogance is genetic.

Leaving the baby's games aside, I looked at the city map on my desk. Now let's see where to put my plan into action.

"Boss? Did you call us?" Dobby asked, walking into my office with Gulg following him.

"Yes, come here you two. We have a lot to do."

-XXXXXX-

Therefore, the days passed and all night, Gorlonik and his grots moved boxes and boxes full of something into the abandoned buildings in an isolated area of Thumb of Gork.

The area consisted of a large dirt courtyard surrounded by several old wooden and metal buildings; the only way to enter the courtyard was through a series of alleys, allowing vehicles to enter only in line.

Emptying the boxes, the ork and his grots scattered throughout the buildings set up something in each window of the buildings. When everything was over, some grots stayed behind to prevent anyone from ruining the plan.

Meanwhile, a group of grots camped on the roofs of buildings near the city's main entrance.

With a pair of binoculars, one of the camp grots saw a dust cloud coming out of the boss fortress and heading toward the gate.

Focusing on the dust cloud, the grot saw dozens of blue-painted vehicles moving at great speed, and the ork known as Rukzod Nidkilla led this group.

The grot put his binoculars aside and took a walkie-talkie from his pocket.

"Boss, Rukzod left the city." The grot spoke with the press of a button.

"Perfect, get out of there and join Dobby, we will act tonight." A voice responded from the other end.

"Alright boss." The grot responded, releasing the button and warning his companions of the chief's orders.

-Thumb of Gork, night-

"Everything is ready Boss Dobby." A grot spoke on the walkie-talkie.

"Okay you can start, the boss is waiting." A sharp but firm voice responded.

With confirmation, the grot set the walkie-talkie aside and waved to the other grots on the roof.

The group of grots approached the edge of the roof and watched the building bellow.

The Bonebreakaz gang's base, light came out of the windows and it was possible to see the outline of orks moving inside.

Shifting the focus to the cars and motorcycles parked in front of the building, the grots saw another of their group attaching a note to the windshield of each vehicle.

Giving thumbs up to his companions on the roof, the grot ran away from the building.

After receiving the signal, the grots on the roof moved away from the edge of the building, except for one.

The grot that remained at the edge withdrew a Stikkbomb from the back of his shirt and held it in front of him with his finger on the pin ring.

Soon after he stared one of the grots that moved away, the grot in question stared back, assuming a running stance.

Nodding, both grots acted. The grot ran; simultaneously the grot on the edge of the building removed the Stikkbomb pin.

Lightly throwing the Stikkbomb upwards and moving away shortly afterward, the grot opened the way for the other one that approached.

Kicking the Stikkbomb with all his strength, the little grot sent the explosive towards the Bonebreakaz building.

The Stikkbomb closed the distance to the building's roof, where it bounced off the tiles for a few seconds before exploding.

BOOM!

The explosion was accompanied by a wave of flames, as the Stikkbomb was a Firey Stikkbomb filled with extremely flammable squig oil.

The Bonebreakaz left the building as soon as they heard the explosion and screamed in fury when they saw the fire spreading throughout the building.

"'Oo made dis?!?" A nob, probably the leader of the gang, his face covered in white war paint depicting a skull, shouted angrily.

"Boss?" An ork boy spoke, handing a note to the nob.

"Give me dat!" The nob shouted, taking the note from his inferior and reading its contents.

The note was written in Ork glyphs, but the translation into human language would be as follows.

"We Bloodshedaz are tired uv yer Bonebreakaz invad'n our territory! If yer dare, kome meet us ere! "

–Bloodsheddaz.

In addition, written on the note was the location of where the fight would take place.

"Gggrrr! 'Da bloodsheds messed wit' 'da wrong ork! Everyone, we will teach dose gits a lesson dey will neva forget!" The nob shouted to his gang.

With hurried steps and furious shouts, the ork gang got into their respective vehicles and drove towards the marked location.

However, the Bonebreakaz weren't the only ones heading to the same location, as several gangs around the city had their bases and hideouts mysteriously attacked and each gang found a note written by their rivals challenging them to a fight.

That night, a cacophony of screams and engines echoed through the city as the different gangs headed to the same location.

Eventually, the dozens of orks found themselves in a dirt courtyard surrounded by buildings.

The orks exited their respective vehicles with choppas and shootas in their hands, and then each gang faced the other, waiting to see who would make the first move.

A tense silence took over the place, but this silence was soon broken by someone firing the first shot.

BANG!

No one knew where the shot came from, but a Bonebreakaz ork boy fell dead with a hole in his forehead.

Then any possibility of knowing what was happening disappeared and all the orks advanced to the center of the courtyard, shooting and swinging their choppas wildly.

It no longer mattered who was responsible for the attacks, only that only one gang would get out of there in one piece, the fury and desire for battle took over the minds of everyone present.

As the oks killed each other in the center of the courtyard, a grot with a steaming slugga laughed and hid behind the wall next to the window of one of the buildings overlooking the courtyard.

"Nice shot!" Certain grot greeted his subordinate.

This grot was better equipped than the others, wearing small armor made from nyd parts and carrying a quality slugga.

"The others are ready, Boss Dobby!" A grot exclaimed, entering the room.

"Right! Get your shootas ready!" Dobby ordered to the grots.

Quickly and without wasting time, the grots ran through the floors of the buildings, stopping near each window where they removed a large piece of cloth that covered something.

Moreover, that something was a shoota mounted on the window frame. Normally a grot couldn't use a shoota, as the recoil would break all of its bones, so each window-mounted shoota had a metal frame securing it to the window to reduce recoil and maintain stability.

The grots operated the shootas and aimed them at the courtyard below, waiting for their boss's order.

With a big smile on his face, Dobby gave the order.

"Fire! Show them what happens to those who mess with our band!"

With a series of laughter and shouts of joy, the order was spread to the buildings surrounding the courtyard, and with the press of several triggers, lead rained down on the fighting gangs below.

The orks' war cries soon became cries of surprise and pain as thousands of bullets pierced their bodies, tearing their bodies and painting the ground red.

Complete chaos took over the place, as the orks lost all coordination and focused on surviving. This resulted in several orks trampling their companions, turning them into a mess of broken bones on the ground.

In the end, they made the grots' job easier by reducing the number of orks, the few orks that escaped the initial salvo ran towards their vehicles, but there were two problems.

The first was that the alleys only allowed vehicles to enter in a line, so the orks needed to maneuver their vehicles to get out of there, which involved getting closer to the massacre in the center of the courtyard.

The second problem was that several Stikkbombs fell from the roofs of the buildings on both sides of the alley, exploding and turning the vehicles into balls of fire and metal.

Those who didn't die in the explosion were pierced by flaming shrapnel, ensuring a slow death. The few survivors preferred to try their luck in the courtyard transformed into a slaughterhouse.

Surprisingly, one ork survived the slaughter and escaped that hell of bullets, a nob with his face covered in war paint.

They say that the more an ork fights, the bigger it becomes, and therefore, smarter. Maybe it was this that made the nob gets out of there while he still had a chance when he realized it was a trap.

The nob ran away from the courtyard, covered in sweat, exhausted, with a few bullets lodged in his body, but alive.

Though any security the nob felt soon disappeared, for just as he passed the entrance to an alley, he was head-butted by a large, muscular squig with a flat, protruding forehead.

The nob screamed in pain as he was thrown away, rolling across the ground before landing on his hands and knees, but before he could get up, a second squig came out of the city's alleys and bit him on the back of his left leg, preventing him from getting up.

The squig with purple skin, huge teeth, spikes on its back, and long tongue sank its fangs into the green flesh, tearing off a large chunk of the nob with a powerful bite.

The nob shouted, struggling as much as he could, but soon the purple squig bit his other leg, definitely preventing him from escaping.

A third squig appeared, this one of medium size, green skin, and huge fangs extending upwards, and delivered a powerful head-butt to the nob's chest, throwing him against the wall of a building.

"Where 'da zog did ya kome from?!? It doesn't matter! I'll rip yer skin off an make me a new pair uv boots! Kome on!" The nob exclaimed, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall.

Quickly the nob drew a choppa in the shape of a large meat cleaver and raised it above his head, but soon screamed in pain as his arm disappeared in a red mist accompanied by three large holes forming in the wall of the building.

Strangely, whatever ripped off the nob's arm did it silently.

Suddenly, a mysterious figure emerged from the darkness of the night, wearing a large purple cloak covered in spikes and with a hood; the figure carried a big shoota in his hands with a silencer at the end and was accompanied by a strange floating pod.

The figure stopped in front of the nob, staring at him with his glowing red eye.

"'Oo are ya?!?" The nob demanded.

The figure placed a hand on the flap of his hood and then removed it, revealing an ork with an upright posture and a gitfinda for one of his eyes.

"I believe you must know me as Gorlonik Teef Rippa, you must be wondering why I did all of this, the answer is quite simple, so I'll save you time. This all happened because you messed with one of my grots and tried to steal the teefs that belong to me." The ork responded politely and without the traditional accent of his species.

"Iz dis serious?!? Ya did all dis for a grot an' a handful uv teefs?!?" The nob exclaimed in disbelief.

"That's the funny part, it's not always about the teef or grots, sometimes it's about sending a message." Gorlonik responded, drawing his silenced slugga and shooting the nob in the forehead, killing him.

"Everything ready, boss?" A grot with a large backpack on his back asked, stepping out of the darkness and standing next to Gorlonik.

"Yes, Gulg. Did you bring the paint?" Gorlonik asked the grot.

"Yes, boss!" Gulg replied, taking two cans of paint from his backpack, one black and one yellow.

"All right. Let's get this over with."

Gulg and Gorlonik quickly painted something on the wall of the building where the nob's body was leaning, the symbol of the Baz Moon clan, a yellow moon surrounded by black flames.

As soon as they both finished their work, an old truck entered the street and stopped near the two. 

The driver's seat door opened, revealing a bunch of grots driving the truck, one holding the steering wheel, a second the gear lever, and a third pressing the pedals.

"We looted the gang bases as you asked, boss!" The grot on the wheel exclaimed, pointing to the back of the truck.

Gorlonik approached the back of the truck, where he saw dozens of boxes filled with sluggas, shootas, choppas, stikkbombs, armor, and teef.

"You guys did a good job, rip the teefs out of this git and we'll go home." Gorlonik praised the grots while pointing at the dead nob with his thumb.

"You can leave it with us boss!" The grot responded, getting out of the truck with the others at his side and approaching the dead nob with pliers and choppas in hand.

Gorlonik leaned against the truck as he watched the grots work, simultaneously, he talked to the baby inside the floating crib.

"I told you we better plan before we act. We got rid of a lot of problems in one fell swoop." Gorlonik spoke, poking Laenae's cheek.

Laenae grumbled irritably, looking away.

"Don't give me that face. Is it that hard to admit that I was right?" Gorlonik asked arrogantly.

Laenae's response was to quickly turn around and bite Gorlonik's finger with her small teeth.

"OUCH! Okay, okay, I'll shut up." Gorlonik responded, shaking his hand while pretending to feel pain.

Laenae laughed smugly at the big ork's reaction.

Then night soon turned to day and the orks awoke to find most, if not all of the city's gangs dead in the same place. All gang members had their teefs removed and bodies looted.

Although it wasn't said explicitly, everyone knew who was responsible for this thanks to the moon symbol painted on the building next to the corpse of the Bonebreakaz gang leader.

After all, there was only one ork in the city who wore the Bad Moons symbol. 

The events of that night served as a message to those who wished to interfere with the strange ork's business.

END OF CHAPTER