Chapter 87: I Reckon Dis'll Work!
The Gorgon-class Battlecruiser, a behemoth within the atmosphere, advanced continuously towards the direction of the warship wreckage.
Lucan commanded the warship to crush a path forward, using this opportunity to reduce the number of surrounding Orks as much as possible, paving the way for seizing the wreckage. A large number of Orks could only shoot futilely at the warship in the sky.
And at this moment, within the Ork klan's stronghold.
The Ork Warboss, Krogg Irongob, was rallying his Boyz.
At over three meters tall, far exceeding a typical Ork Boy, he was the most powerful being in this klan.
He was not only the strongest, the toughest, the most WAAAGH!, but also the ugliest.
The glow of fire rising in the distance attracted the attention of all the Orks.
"Boyz! Get da Mekboyz to load up yer shootas wif da biggest, shootiest, most WAAAGH! dakka, and figger out a way to shoot dat flyin' fing down for me!"
The Gorgon in the sky excited Irongob; he also wanted to have that flying thing.
Irongob stood up from his throne. His so-called throne was located within the bridge of the warship wreckage.
The original captain's seat had been modified into a metal throne made of scrap iron.
When Irongob stood up, the Gretchin serving as his seat cushions had long since been squashed flat and had stopped breathing.
Irongob looked with disgust at the breathless Gretchin, casually grabbing one and tossing it aside.
These Gretchin would be perfect for making soup tonight, or they could be replanted in the ground to provide nutrients for more Ork spores.
Several more Gretchin were dragged in and tied to the chair.
Even though these Gretchin were terrified, they dared not defy Irongob's will.
Irongob's right arm was missing, replaced by a giant metal power klaw.
It had been specially crafted for him by a Big Mek using discarded weapons from this warship wreckage.
The sudden appearance of Lucan's fleet did not cause this group of Orks any fear. Though the years of civil war had been great fun, he now wanted to do something new!
Only with more people joining this massive brawl could he become more WAAAGH!.
Fighting with other, weaker klans could no longer satisfy him.
A stronger opponent, a larger scale of war – this was the catalyst for Ork greatness.
Irongob, surrounded by a large group of his biggest Ork Nobz, walked into his klan's Mek workshop.
Thousands of Mekboyz were busy inside.
War was coming. They excitedly pieced together one weapon after another, one vehicle after another.
The Mekboyz even fought amongst themselves over the ownership of some parts.
Some things resembling power armor could even be seen in the workshop.
Seeing Irongob's arrival, the Mekboyz immediately began to fit these combat armors onto Irongob's strongest Nobz.
And the suit Irongob himself wore was the biggest! The most WAAAGH! Black paint was smeared onto the armor.
The Mekboyz continuously chanted: "I reckon dis armor'll definitely work! I reckon dis armor's dead 'ard!"
And under the muttering of this group of Mekboyz, this crude armor actually began to function.
It was impossible to even figure out where the power source for this armor came from. The Imperium had once captured an Ork vehicle but found not a single drop of fuel in its tank. Yet, in the hands of an Ork, it just worked normally.
And among Orks, black paint represented sturdiness and toughness.
As long as something was painted this color, and these Mekboyz believed it could really make things tougher, then it really could.
Irongob was very satisfied with the suit of armor he wore.
"I reckon you lot did a real good job!"
And the reason these Mekboyz could "fink" up these things was because of the some of the equipment remnants left in the wreckage of this exploration fleet.
It was said that the Terminator armor now used by the Imperium was just industrial armor in the Golden Age. By utilizing these incomplete pieces of equipment from the warship wreckage, these seemingly primitive Orks could possess equipment similar to power armor.
And these Mekboyz also looked at the approaching Gorgon outside, and their minds began to "fink."
At this moment, the concept of "flying" finally took root in their minds.
"So a big pile of junk stuck together can fly up in da sky!"
It was estimated that if this group of Mekboyz were given enough time, they would soon be able to piece together a flying scrap-heap.
Although Irongob looked like a brainless Ork who only knew how to chop and charge, having made it all the way to Warboss, he did have a bit of a brain, just not much.
He knew that shooting down the flying thing in the sky wouldn't be easy, but his Big Mek might have a way!
"KABOOM! Get over 'ere!"
A larger, craftier-looking Big Mek came scurrying over from the workshop.
He was the smartest Big Mek in the klan!
The consensus in the klan was that as long as the Big Mek reckoned the job could be done, then it definitely could!
"Dat flyin' fing in da sky, can ya get it down for me? Their shells are big and shooty and very WAAAGH! Fink me up somethin' even shootier to block 'em!"
Irongob expressed his thoughts, and KABOOM! quickly reacted.
"All you Boyz, follow me!"
At KABOOM!'s call, all the Mekboyz dropped what they were doing and came to the Big Mek's luxurious personal workshop.
And in the workshop, tangled wires and energy conduits were everywhere. This workshop was originally the warship's factory and energy bay.
A massive plasma reactor was in the center of this workshop. It was clear that the original plasma engine components of this warship only accounted for about ten percent of it. And this Ork Big Mek, relying on this ten percent wreckage, had managed to "fink" it into normal operation.
Even a piece of scrap iron nailed directly onto a damaged part of the engine could prevent an energy leak.
And the energy from the plasma engine was currently supplying two other important components within the warship.
One energy conduit was connected to the ship's original void shield array.
However, under the "finking" of this group of Big Meks and Mekboyz, the shield it generated was no longer just a void shield, but an enhanced void shield formed by the Orks' WAAAGH! energy, its strength even greater than a standard void shield.
And another energy conduit was connected to one of the warship's former main cannons on the prow.
KABOOM! swore that from the moment he was born and saw this main cannon, he had fallen in love with it.
It was big and thick! After he became a Big Mek, he constantly "finked" about making this cannon's power even greater!
Although he had never used it to shoot down a flying thing, he had used this cannon to kill countless Orks from other klans.
"I reckon dis job's a good 'un! We can definitely shoot dat fing down from da sky! Get to work, Boyz!"
Under the concentrated "finking" of a large number of Mekboyz, the plasma engine began to output power far exceeding its original specifications.
Even technology from the Golden Age could not escape the influence of the "I reckon" power.
The history of these Orks was much longer than that of humanity. As war machines created by the Old Ones, the knowledge engraved in their genes made their technology look primitive and crude, but it was incredibly potent.
In defiance of the laws of physics, they could often create some unexpected things.
And Lucan still did not know that this group of Orks was waiting for him.
The warship's advance was very smooth; the Orks' shooting couldn't even reach the warship's altitude.
A large number of Orks were eliminated under the bombardment.
And from the bridge, Lucan could also see with his own eyes the Ork fortress formed by the warship wreckage.
The settlement formed by the Orks stretched for dozens of kilometers; who knew how many Orks were clustered here.
Seizing that warship would not be an easy task.
Fortunately, the warship's killing efficiency was high enough. A fully charged Yamato Cannon was enough to destroy a city. If not for fear of damaging the warship wreckage, Lucan would have already started leveling the area.
As long as Lucan was given a little time, these Orks would be killed off sooner or later. And by the time the second crop of Orks grew out of the ground, Lucan would already be long gone.
(End of Chapter)