Welcome to Conflict Valorax, an open-ended narrative campaign for Warhammer 40,000 set deep within the Ultima Segmentum on the Eastern Fringe of the galaxy and close to the limit of mankind’s domain. The purpose of this campaign narrative is to richly detail the setting and history of the Valorax star system in order to bring a depth and storyline to ongoing games set within the Warhammer 40,000 universe. Games of Warhammer 40,000, Epic, Inquisitor, Aeronautica Imperialis, Space Crusade, Space Hulk and Battlefleet Gothic are all set within this greater context, each conflict adding detail to the ongoing plot.

Monday, 11 June 2012

Spotlight On: Ork Fighta Bomma

For my one hundredth post, my chum Peter would like to showcase his recently painted Ork Fighta Bomma and reveal a little bit of insight into its crazy pilot… 

“Where’s dat grot?” growled Dakkles” i’s ready ta go an’ shoot-up dos umies an i needs me lucky mascot!”

The grizzled Bomma pilot peered quickly around the makeshift airfield and then forced his way through a crowd of squabbling Gretchin to pull out a sorry-looking and rather pale grot from the melee.

“Come on Whitey, stop mukkin about, i got a job fur you!” he beamed.

One of the bolder gretchin piped up, “what u want im fur boss? e’s not even a proper greenskin!”

The Ork casually back-handed the cheeky grot, sending it flying into the rest like a bowling ball into skittles.

“E’s ded lucky e is!” snorted Dakkles not like yoos useless runts, i always takes im when i goes bommin and i never got killed yet!”

Satisfied that the bombing run could now go ahead, Dakkles strode back to where he had “parked” (crashed) his aircraft, dragging the dishevelled little grot by his collar. Whitey was now happily blowing loud raspberries and making rude gestures towards the rest of the Gretchin.

“Now u lissen to me whitey” said the Ork, pulling the grot up so that they were eyeball to eyeball. “don’t you go shooting off my tail-plane like last time, that cost me two teef to get fixed”

“Yes boss,  i mean no boss!” squeaked the little runt, “i got somefin for u, well that is i know where some uge bomms av been left unattended like!”

“Dat’s more like it” said the pilot “i always knew u was lucky” He stuffed a tiny squigskin helmet onto the grot’s head and gave him an affectionate headbutt. “wot are we waitin’ fur?”

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