Orktober, Part 1 - Da Shoota Boyz.

 

With an ear-splitting roar a series of rockets flashed overhead on trails of dirty smoke. Boss Gargrub looked up following the smoke trails, before squinting over the ruined wall at the Space Marines deploying from their transports below them on the hill.

Sporadic incoming fire ricochetted madly off the wall as he hawked a great green glob of phlegm and spat towards the marines before turning to look over at his mob, hunkered down as they were behind cover. They were all glibly bragging about how many Marine-Boyz they would kill whilst snapping magazines into their shootas, or sharpening choppas and teeth ready for when the fight became close and personal.

He nodded to himself in satisfaction that they had gotten the best position, ahead of the rest of the warband and therefore would get the most of the fighting to come. He cursed them all for being “slackers” and “no good yoofs” and then kicked them into better firing positions. No more then two or three Orks to a hole to shoot from, “An' no chargin' without my say so!”

The last of his Shoota Boyz were just getting into position when the Space Marines opened fire with their bolt rifles and started to gouge chunks from the already ruined wall. A piece of rebar sheared off and bounced off Gargrub's armour as he jumped to his feet and began blazing away with his shoota. He could hear shouts and the deafening roar of shoota fire erupt along the line as the Orks began to fire back en mass, but he reckoned he'd gotten off the first shot!

Bright flashes of flame erupted from the muzzles of their guns and shell casings spewed everywhere, Ammo-Grot slaves trying not to fall whilst attempting to pass fresh ammo to the boyz, who were still excitedly firing away down the hill.

Gargrub found himself smashed to the floor, rubble raining down in small chunks. His ears rang as he shook his head trying to clear it. There had been a huge flash and then a roar he remembered, 'Dey must 'ave used a rokkit' he thought to himself as he slowly rolled back onto his feet.

All around him boyz were picking themselves up. Many were wounded, some didn't get back up. One was incautious enough to stand next the freshly blasted hole in the wall and was torn apart by bolt fire.

'Stoopid Zogger' Gargrub thought to himself, 'The Marine-Boyz must be getting close now, time to back off a bit for the plan'. Warboss Rustgob had beaten it into their heads earlier, that they needed to move back from the edge of the hill to bring the Marines into a trap. Gargrub didn't get why, but they were working for a Blood Axe sneaky git, so went along with the rest of the warband.

He kicked his dazed boyz into motion and led them back through the rubble piles to the other side of the courtyard behind them...

*****

The first point of my Orktober project is now complete. I have managed to finish off the ten Shoota Boyz I wanted to begin with, which rounds out the mob to become twenty strong (I had already finished off the first ten models some time ago).

 I used the same scheme as I have done throughout all my ork projects, no matter how much time passes between additions to the army.
They begin with an orange basecoat over a white primer to get the brightness, this is the then drybrushed Tin Bitz and then Leadbelcher, there is some gold added to the odd gun barrel and ammunition where it is visisble.
Goff clothing is started with Mechanicus Standard Grey and then layerd over with Black.
The green skin is simplya coat of Warpstone Glow over white primer.
Thendetails such as Teeth, Claws and Wrappings are picked out in various bones and browns for the strapping and belts.
Finally, everything gets a liberal coat of Earthshade before fnal base painting.

And when they are all placed together for the entire mob, I am really happy with how you ca't tell which are the freshly painted "yoofs" and which are the old skarboyz in the mob.

 

Up next I'm going to being basecoating the Slugga Boyz mob, and beging construction on a Lungbursta Gun-Wagon type vehicle for which I have been putting together a "Big Bag O'Bitz" for.

Until next time...

  - Lewis