Boris the Titan

Boris is a Titan. Or at least, that's what he wants you all to believe.

Boris' status as "Da Biggest Ork In Da Universe"

Initially, Boris was a generic Mekboy. Content with tinkering with various machines, he never took much of an interest in anything. That was until the Scraplootas ran off with their greatest prize yet: A Chaos Titan.

The titan was originally a chaos Imperator titan named Vae Victus, and when Boris first set eyes upon it, he decided it was to be his. By any means necessary. After beating up any other orks in his way, he clambered up into the pilot's seat. Sitting in the gargantuan machine, he decided this was his purpose in life, and decided he wasn't coming out. Ever. He has stayed in the pilot's seat since that day, fed by Grots.

The latent warp taint within its has had some effect on Boris. He is now wired directly into the control throne of the titan and now believes he is the titan its self, referring to it as his own body. Apparently no one seems that bothered, and just accept it as truth.

The effects of the taint aren't just limited to the pilot though, the countless grots that crew the titan have felt its touch as well. Many years of exposure has led to a dramatic increase in the spawn of "weirdgrots" and generally more intelligent grots. These smarter and often psychic grots run the behemoth more like a city state than a war machine. Boris come complete with entertainment, market, industrial, and governmental districts all with their own social sub facet within the overall society, all run by a council of highly intelligent grots in the head that speak proper Gothic unlike the stupider grots under them.

Also of not is the bitter rivalry between the arms and its deamonic core. The left arm believes in the superiority of shoots, the right in choppas. Needless to say this can cause some friction in the council but the two districts function perfectly well in together despite their differences.

As for the core the daemon it its heart is still alive and well, but held in check inadvertently by weirdsquigs stuffed inside the core, which unwittingly assault it with concentrated WAAAAGH at all times. Ironically these weirdsquigs are also caused by the lingering warp taint.

The Boris Bureaucracy

The feet and lower legs form sort of hub areas. Grots come in and out, are signed in, assigned to different areas, there are basic market stalls and entertainment, casinos and the like. There is no particular culture to speak of, though the right foot is more shop-oriented, and the left more entertainment based.

Heading up the legs, we hit industrial areas, controlling joints and things in the area. Tends to be filled with lower level workers, and is a usual starting place for Grots, though some stay there, preferring its easy lifestyle to other areas.

Reaching the lower body/crotch area, we hit the first bit of proper industry. Bullets are made, parts are repaired, new parts are made. There are actually a few different factory areas, each run by an enterprising capitalist Grot. The parts are distributed throughout by a complicated series of elevators.

As we head up to the heavily armoured chest, we reach the heart of the Titan: the Bureaucracy. The bureacracy is made up of many different offices, each with specialised areas of charge, distributing parts, allocating jobs, appeasing the different areas, etc. This is arguably the most important part of the Titan.

Next, we hit the arms. The two arms actually have a bitter rivalry, as the left arm has a lot of saws, chainsaws and choppers, whereas the right arm has a lot of guns, artillery and shooters. This has led to two factions, the Shootists and the Choppists.

Each arm does their jobs more than adequately, and when Boris moves, the arms obey, but they still feel hatred towards the other side. The arms work in an interesting way, due to their constant state of movement. Instead of using a traditional floor system, the grots move around with a complex set of wires and harnesses, attaching themselves to different wires when the arms are up, down and horizontal. The more important grots, foremen and the like, have become known as "swingees", from their ability to quickly travel around the arms using the wires.

Then there is the head. The head has a council, with a representative from each area of the Titan. Most of the tension comes from the two arms and their bitter rivalry, but it is unusual that any council members come to blows. There is also an elected president, who is in charge of making the ultimate decisions. Given its nature, the head of the titan has become known to the Grots as "the 'ed of state", the joke lost on them all. The head is also known for being well kept, clean, and respected. The council chambers are a sight to be seen.

Finally, there is the castle-esque fortress on the top of everything. This area is mostly left fit for Orks, but since the Orks tend to just hang around on the outside, the inside of the castle has become living quarters of a sort. Higher class living areas are at the top and around the outside, allowing for a good view and natural light. Lower class living facilities are found on the inside, and is a lot more cramped and uncomfortable. Increases of crime in this area have led to the creation of a makeshift security force.

Needless to say, Boris remains completely oblivious to ALL of this.

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