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The Rodeo Incident

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  1. Smoke billowed out of the titan's joints and gunports and into the red, sunset sky above the warcamp.
  2. Boris's shadow stretched off toward the mountains under the setting sun and most of the boyz below were retiring
  3. to the burroughs, wiping the sweat off their brows with blackened fingers. A few scrap piles had dwindled
  4. down to meager heaps throughout the day's activities and the mekboy's bits were strewn about their sheds.
  5. One ork in particular, however, was still hard at work as usual. His grim practises usually
  6. persisted for as long as fresh subjects were available and the horror stories the gretchin
  7. tell of Dok Gitsticha suggest that he may never even sleep.
  8. Today, however, the doktor's klinik had been eerily empty and his unusual absense had the gretchin more on edge than ever.
  9.  
  10. Sparks sprayed over the Mad Dok's shoulder like electric blood as he applied the welder, accompanied by piercing screams that distorted the senses.
  11. This dreadful cacophany had filled the titan for most of the day, much to the displeasure of Boris' resident grots.
  12. By now, however, the Mad Dok's work was complete and Gitstitcha pulled back his welding mask, fondly regarding his day's labors.
  13. Through precision, determination, and a lot of Snotling glue, he had succesfully grafted several waaasquigs onto the
  14. 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,
  15. but when the Grot Beuraucracy heard of a possible solution to their containment problem, work began almost immediately.
  16.  
  17. Gitstitcha stood back and admired the writhing mass of agitated squigs surrounding the pulsating demon core. It looked good, he thought to himself,
  18. 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
  19. 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
  20. 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
  21. 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
  22. 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
  23. limbs but missed by an inch as the roaring mass of squigs crashed through the metal and out into the warcamp below.
  24.  
  25. 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
  26. 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
  27. with her spanner.
  28.  
  29. After hearing plans for a 'demon core saddle', Gitstitcha has been denied access to the Titan by the Grot bureacracy.
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