Garocks had been staring lovingly at his assorted scrap and junk for a few moments before he realized that the best thing about his junk was doing stuff with it. He took a few strides over to his stool and sat down. It was a rusty old seat, welded onto the floor so as to keep it secure during motion, though if struck too hard the rust addled metal might just snap regardless. The top of the stool housed a thin, tattered cushion of leather make which at one point must have been red, though time had worn the color down to a near white.
Garocks picked up one of the various bits of scrap from the table. It was several random chunks of metal welded together, with a hand crank jutting out the side. While Garocks had no idea what it was, he looked forward to finding out as he grabbed more metal fragments and his welding torch. The mech had scarcely turned on his welding torch and lowered his goggles however before he heard a cataclysmic noise, akin to the fist of Mork himself crashing into some gits face, and then the entire workshop was shaking. Gids was howling in fear as he ran past Garocks, the little whelp rushing into the bowels of Da Fortezz. Clearly something was wrong. As Garocks chucked the pile of scrap into a nearby drawer and shut off the welding equipment he stood and opened the door leading to his balcony. Staring out over the camp the problem at hand was made apparent.
Garocks watched as space debris plummeted from orbit and devastated the not even finished being built orkish stronghold. Mouth agape the mech looked up to see a white hot piece of metal flying straight towards Da Fortrezz. The ork threw himself back and slammed shut the heavy metal door before the orbital junk made impact with Da Fortrezz. The collision shook the great war beast, and Garocks was instantly grabbing what tools he could as he rushed to the lower level. Falling down into the hold Garocks turned and threw open a hatch as he charged into the engine block. It most certainly didn't look good. For starters it was far brighter than it ought to have been, a case of the brand new hole in the hull. The piece of metal that bore that hole was lodged deeply into the engine, having carved through the engine upon impact. Garocks growled and huffed, in this state Da Fortrezz wasn't going anywhere! That's when Garocks spotted movement in the shadows, and the telltale beady little eyes... "Gids you git, stay 'ere and keep track of any more damages, I'm gettin' out of 'ere!"
The gretchen piped in, "But what if I get 'it?"
To which the big mech assured him, "You won't. If squeaks dies you'll be paying for it!"
Garocks shouts as he hurries out of the engine room and then out of Da Fortrezz altogether.
Garocks stood outside in the face of the mayhem. It was total chaos, and not in the fashion that orks like! Raining scrap threatened to at any moment end a life, or destroy a building, and the ground was constantly shaking with the force of the repeated impacts. Somethin' happenin' up there dat's for sure.
Garocks thought to himself as he rushed over to a nearby project of one of the lesser mechs who like to camp around Da Fortrezz. It was a piece of junk, even by ork standards, but as Garocks hopped into the driver seat of the warbuggy he had to admit, it was better than nothing. Slamming his foot down onto all the pedals Garocks and his buggy began zooming off.
That's when he heard it, an explosion. But not just that. It was an explosion, and then
an impact, not the other way around like it tended to be. Turning the wheel the buggy made a turn far harder than the poor pile of scrap was capable of and soon the entire thing was on it's side, with Garocks pulling himself out of the smoking wreck. Jogging over to where he heard the explosion he saw the warboss himself, crushed under some rubble. "Garock! Get dis piece o' scrap of me! Whats ya' waitin' on?! Da' grass ta' grow?!"
The big mech stared down at the pinned boss. And he realized, they were alone, and the boss was trapped. A twisted smile graced Garock's face as he stared down at the warboss. Kragots realized far too late what was happening when Garocks pulled out his twin linked shoota and leveled it on Kragot's face, and then held down the trigger. Blasting the ork warboss' face into the ground, and turning it into a sick paste of green and red, Garocks admired his work for only a moment before he started running.
Most of the other orks, if they were smart, would be fleeing towards the caves. A number of cave systems crisscrossed the area, and while many of them held molten lava within a few were cool enough to allow the orks to access them, though they had yet to be put to any real purpose yet. Running along Garocks was fortunate enough to spot one of the weaker nobs limping along, his leg filled with shrapnel. "Oi!"
Garocks shouted over to the nob, who turned to look. Before he could utter anything though the mech opened fire on him, blasting the unsuspecting nob to the ground. Garocks then started dragging the corpse behind with him stating, "You been sentenced to execution for da crime of killing the warboss, you useless git."
Coming up onto one of the entrances to the caves and a group of orks who were hiding from the metal rain under the cover of the volcanic stone Garocks threw the body at them shouting, "Kragot is dead! And dis git is the one who did it!"
Not giving the boyz time to respond Garocks bellowed, "And since I'm the biggest one here and am da one who killed da traitor I'm in charge, you gitz have any complaints about dat?"
Once this small group of boyz were on side it would not take Garocks long to bring the rest of the WAAAGH under his banner, though that would have to wait until the rain let up.