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- Smoke billowed out of the titan's joints and gunports and into the red, sunset sky above the warcamp.
- Boris's shadow stretched off toward the mountains under the setting sun and most of the boyz below were retiring
- to the burroughs, wiping the sweat off their brows with blackened fingers. A few scrap piles had dwindled
- down to meager heaps throughout the day's activities and the mekboy's bits were strewn about their sheds.
- One ork in particular, however, was still hard at work as usual. His grim practises usually
- persisted for as long as fresh subjects were available and the horror stories the gretchin
- tell of Dok Gitsticha suggest that he may never even sleep.
- Today, however, the doktor's klinik had been eerily empty and his unusual absense had the gretchin more on edge than ever.
- Sparks sprayed over the Mad Dok's shoulder like electric blood as he applied the welder, accompanied by piercing screams that distorted the senses.
- This dreadful cacophany had filled the titan for most of the day, much to the displeasure of Boris' resident grots.
- By now, however, the Mad Dok's work was complete and Gitstitcha pulled back his welding mask, fondly regarding his day's labors.
- Through precision, determination, and a lot of Snotling glue, he had succesfully grafted several waaasquigs onto the
- infernal core at the heart of the Titan. Noone is sure how these squigs came to inherit their warp-negating properties or their green incandescence,
- but when the Grot Beuraucracy heard of a possible solution to their containment problem, work began almost immediately.
- Gitstitcha stood back and admired the writhing mass of agitated squigs surrounding the pulsating demon core. It looked good, he thought to himself,
- as he reached for his toolbox to begin reintegrating the core and returning the titan's power supply. The mad ork turned to reach for his spanner when
- his legs dissapeared from under him and he was sent hurtling across the chamber. Sparks flew as the Gitstitcha's one mechanical leg screamed against the metal
- floor and he slammed against the far wall. He scratched the side of his head with his powerclaw and looked up. The lenses in his optic implant jittered for a moment
- before whirring into life and focussing on his assailant. "Zog me" whispered Gitstitcha. On several twitching legs, the Demoncore struggled for balance as the volatile
- squigs worked off the sedatives. Snorting and snarling, the gaggle of waking squigs righted itself and charged at an open hatch. Gitstitcha swiped for one of it's flailing
- limbs but missed by an inch as the roaring mass of squigs crashed through the metal and out into the warcamp below.
- The ensuing chaos claimed the lives of several gretchin, Gitstitcha's personal assistant Kreev, destroyed numerous worksheds, and knocked through the walls of every building
- in it's path, including Blue's room where it was finally subdued by several boyz after they found Blue standing on top of her pile of bits and beating it
- with her spanner.
- After hearing plans for a 'demon core saddle', Gitstitcha has been denied access to the Titan by the Grot bureacracy.
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