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Name: barakka dakka. “da franken-shoota”

Species: Ork

'Rank'/Type: Flashiest flash git. And if anyone else is flashier I'll krump em and take their gubbins so I'll be the flashiest again. And don't ya dare tell me I'z one o' dem greasy meks!

Age: I dunno... twenty O' dem humie years I guess?

Klan: Bad moonz
 
Appearance: Barakka iz your typical flash git. Clothed in a red leather jacket (for gettin to da fight faster, ya see?) Over a yellow suit of the best armor teef could buy. (yellow is a shooty color right?) and standing at about four meters of ill-tempered green muscle and bone. He has several slings containing anything from extra ammo to a bottle or two of squig ale. (I'z an even shootier git when I'z drunk!)

Personality: Barakka is a prime specimen of orkish boastfullness. He has made his very own unique shoota, amongst other things, and will waste no oppurtunity to tell aothers about this accomplishment. He considers himself to know everything there is to know about shooty things and thus dislikes listening to any other ork about such things unless said ork is a superior of his

History: barakka has always been a shooty git. He popped out right in da middle of some warbosses hittin each other ova da 'ead over who da biggest git was. Naturally, as an ork, he grabbed the biggest shoota and started firing at anything he didn't like seeing.

Everything after that was a glorious haze of shooting, lootin, sometimes reloading, wading through piles of spent casings, and more shooting. He was lucky enough to be on the winning side. A trend that continued throughout much of his ascent to greater orkdom.

It was around his fifteenth year of shooting the same old humies with the same old shoota that barakka felt something he hadn't felt before... boredom. Even the thrill of shooting a squad of guardsmen into mincemeat got old when repeated one too many times. So he went to the mek for the first time. Asking him to make his shoota flashier. The thing was already one of the better weapons in the camp, so improving upon it was difficult. After a particularly spirited night of squig ale and grot stomping, the mek had the bright idea to tape a flamer to the shoota. This first prototype responded to attempts to fire it by launching itself from the wielder's hands and spiraling bullets and fire everywhere. Barakka was far too 'ard to be bothered by being lit on fire though... The ork walked away with some grafts 'borrowed' from a passing grot and a newfound interest in experimental weaponry.

The second and third attempts, incorporating a rokkit launcher and a stolen melta, failed in equally unexpected and hilarious ways. The rokkit-shoota launched not just a rokkit, but the entire gun at the unfortunate grot chosen to be target practice. The melta-shoota vaporized itself and the ork that tried stealing the weapon before barakka could test it.

At around this time, the other orks in the camp were getting somewhat annoyed at the weird git and his self-destructing shootas. The first few incidents had been laughed off, but the fourth test, dubbed “da big plasma accident” finally caused tension to boil over. An angry mob broke into his hut, intent of getting rid of the idiot before he could do any more damage. Barakka however, had just finished work on his latest prototype, incorporating ideas from all previous iterations (and maybe some warp fuckery from a passing weirdboy). It had three barrels all  firing seperate payloads, a self-reloading missile tube, and an underslung flamer, all linked to the same trigger. Barakka was nothing but thankful for the horde of target practice that so generously volunteered itself. By the time the local warboss wandered over to see what was going on, much of the surrounding campground had been leveled and barakka had just run out of ammunition. The warboss was not amused by this.

And it was like that that barakka was cast out. “Get out of 'ere! Ya aint even a flash git and you're already unbearable to have around!” the warboss said as he loaded the hapless ork and his entire workshop's worth of junk into a catapult. The landing was rough, but barakka was not worried. They had allowed him to keep his gun due to none of the other orcs daring to go anywhere near the damn thing. The ork just picked a direction at random and kept walking.

Eventaully, he came upon a bunch of orks, not from any of the  local clans he knew... It took him a bit to realize he was standing before what would be his future companions. A load of freebootaz, just happening to pass by to get some planet-grown squig ale. The ork tagged was allowed to tag along after he told a summary of his exploits up until then.

Over the next few years with the freebootaz, barakka found himself to be one of the shootiest gits on the crew by far. This finally marked his transition into being what other orks derisively called a flash git. He was proud of the term all the same though.

Skills: Barakka has two truly notable skills. Salvaging and firing weapons. As a salvager, barakka is quite unmatched, able to make truly orky weapons simply by taping looted wargear onto plain old shootas. Ever since his first forays into making these franken-shootas, he has perfected this new technology into an art form. His guns are widely popular and in high demand. In part because even the most daring meks find themselves lacking in the insanity required to reproduce these weapons.

The second thing barakka is good at is shooting. He has been doing it from the day he popped into the world, and he gradually learned the finer subtleties of this, in his opinion, very orky way of fighting. He can handle the recoil on even the most oversized and unpredictable weapons around, and he sometimes practices the abbarant skill of aiming directly at the thing he wants to hit rather than simply waving his shoota in his target's general direction while holding down the trigger.

Equipment: Barakka carries the usual equipment of an ork, that being wargear and basic rations (this catagory includes grots). He is armored with a pretty typical construction of yellow-painted metal plates over a superstructure of squig leather armor.

By far the most notable thing about barakka's loadout is his gun. Some men say the snazzguns of the typical flash git are oversized. Such people have enver met barakka. Still using the same design as his first functioning prototype, this franken-weapon is truly one of a kind, at least as far as barakka knows. It consists of three revolving barrels, all drawing from the same ammo supply. The rugged barrels can fire jsut about any round put into them, from imperial plasma charges to tau pulse cartridges. The typical clip is basically just a bundle of mismatched ammo cartridges lumped together and thrown into the ammunition feed on the topside of the gun. It still has the underslung flamer the prototype had, but the missile tube was merged into said flamer to allow the gun to fire napalm rokkits. Because why choose between a flamer or a rokki when you can have both.

Barakka is completely trusting and reliant upon this versatile and unpredictable weapon, to the point he does not carry any other weapons on his person. After all, that would mean his gun isn't perfect in every conceivable way.

Miscellaneous: He runs a business making franken-shootas for his fellow orks on the side. Business is usually booming even though production is very slow. Barakka only makes new guns when he feels like it. And nine times out of ten, he would rather go lounge on his already substantial pile of teef and enjoy a good squig steak dinner.
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