Editing Ork-Chan (section)

== Chapter Two ==


"... okay, so now the fanbelt goes on. Yeah, like that. Aaaaand we're done."

Looking up from the engine of your beat up old buggy Ork-Chan smiles, her red eyes vibrant with pride at having helped fix the rusting bucket. She has some grease on her shirt and in her long brindle hair, but you can get that out later. 
"Kan we go for a drive, daddy?" she asks as you pull the hood closed with a solid metal thud.
"Sure thing sweetie. Go get your shoota and choppa." you tell her, flicking an errant strand of hair from her face. Happily she skips inside the house, humming an incoherent tune. Orkish music remains beyond your understanding.

Before long you are flooring it along the alkali flats outside town. Wind blasts your face as you approach over one hundred, but your electrogoggles protect your eyes and you can see every bump, cactus and rock for miles ahead.

Above the roar of the engine you can hear Ork-Chan giggling as she fires at the Razorjacks flying through the air from the gunner's seat in the back. Her school skirt flaps furiously in the wind, and she holds a green hand out one side of the vehicle, letting the air guide it in a waving motion before slamming another clip home and shooting at another animal, the beast crying out as it falls from the sky.
"Did yer see dat? Did yer see, daddy?" she shouts excitedly as you shoot another with your stub gun before it gets too close.
"Yeah! You're gettin' pretty good."

Elated, she stretches for a moment and enjoys the blurred scenery, taking in everything before you approach the mesa overlooking town. You both sit and have lunch from your overwatch before leaving the junker to go hunt squigs on foot, Ork-Chan grinning maliciously as she hefts the Choppa to rest on her shoulder.


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Hunting squigs is good for both of you. You both enjoy it, and it is good for a growing Ork to kill small creatures. Working as a pair you corner the small red beasts in the shade of the rock spires, where they either fall to your stub gun or Ork-Chan cuts them in half. 
She's getting rather good, by the time twenty minutes have passed already four of them are on the back of the buggy, ready for roasting in the backyard later. 

As you tie them to the back you give your electrogoggles to Ork-Chan, who happily runs to the mesa's edge and looks out across the town with them, her shoota by her side just in case there is something to shoot.
Suddenly she jumps up excitedly. "Dere's a movin' trukk comin' into town, daddy! Look!" 
Walking to her you take the goggles and look at the road Ork-Chan is pointing to. 
"I see 'em, sweetie. Who are our new neighbors then?" you ask out loud, trying to catch a glimpse of the vehicle behind the-

Your blood runs cold. Smooth, rounded curves colored yellow and hovering above the road. Tau. 

As your face turns scarlet with rage you turn back to the buggy. "Ork-chan, get in. We're not hunting Squig anymore."
You never understood how, but she always knows when a fight's coming. Giggling excitedly, she bundles the shoota up and jumps into the gunner's seat as you put the hammer down, engine growling as rooster tails of small rocks and sand flick out behind the wheels before you descend the mesa, Ork-Chan cheering as you roar down the sand and onto the alkali flats in an angry cloud of dust.


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The movers are pulling away as you bring the buggy to a stop screeching stop in front of a house across town. Though old, it is much nicer than the home you and Ork-Chan live in. Your rage doubles immediately.
Looking around to Ork-Chan, you see her heft her school bag onto her back.
"Ready, sweetie?" you ask, tucking the stub gun into your waistband as you step out onto the curb. She nods ecstatically, giving you a sly sharp-toothed grin.

As you turn to the house you see one of the occupants walk out to greet you, dressed in simple white robes. You step forward to meet him halfway as he speaks, each word sickening. "Welcome, neighbor. Thank you for coming to greet us here! My name is-"
Before he can get another word in, you slam the butt of the stub gun into his face as hard as you can, blasting him in the head once he is on the ground. Ork-Chan runs after you, cheering as she jumps on his chest before joining you at the door. 
You nod to her as she pulls one of her Stikkbombs from her schoolbag, pulling the pin and throwing it through the glass of the window in the center of the door. Both of you take cover either side of the frame. 
"Knok knok!" Ork-Chan shouts in a songish voice before laughing as the wood explodes outwards. An alien scream comes from within as you both charge through the doorway, Ork-Chan shredding the interior of the house with shoota fire, blasting from the hip.


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"Dat fing looks weerd..."
"It does, doesn't it?" you reply, both of you staring at your new television from your couch. It is adorned with strange curves and is an odd brown color, but its owners didn't need it anymore. Why waste it?

Looking over at Ork-Chan, you are nonplussed when she is wearing a Tau helmet she took 'for a trophy'. In the top of the helmet is a large bullet hole with a small trickle of dried blood down the front where a Shoota round had punched through. 
"Take that off." you tell her, the helmet inclining downward before she pulls it off, holding it in both hands and staring at it. Her school uniform is flecked with blood and oil, but she is happy. You couldn't buy that anywhere, and wouldn't trade it away for any price. 
"You did real good today, Ork-Chan." you tell her, putting an arm around her and scruffing her hair again. She squeals with laughter before you let her go and stand up. "Enough TV. Let's go roast some squig."
"Yay!" she shouts, cheering as she skips outside. As you go to get the meat, you smile. Her mother would be proud of her today, despite her breaking her Choppa off in one of them. Oh well. She'll probably make another one soon.