Editing Scraplootas (section)

===Zizzbitz' busy day.===
It had been a very productive day for the Scraplootas. They were in between jobs, after having just finished a raid on a small Tyranid breeding world that had been very recently colonized. Some pointy head wanted the rocks or some other inane thing the boyz didn't care to remember. A handful of the smaller Tyranids had been caught, and Fizzgutz was very busy smacking them around with 'Da buk', and explaining to the creatures that they must 'repaint' before Gork & Mork, or be brutalized in a fashion so cunning that their hive mother would feel it. While he was doing this, the chained beasts were getting alot of attention from Blue, who was busy putting some gubbins and bitz together on their heads and backs to make em more orky and more usable. The bigger of the captives was getting a fine shoota hoisted onto its back by some grots and another was having a few choppas attached to its face. Zizzbitz couldn't be more proud, but he had work of his own to do. There was a particular project he had been working on in secret for some time now, one that was about ready to be finished after he got his hands on some new shiny gubbins that he needed from the last humie battle.

He lumbered past, and gave Blue a pat on the head and as he winked, telling her to keep up the good work and make sure the captured tyranids were carrying all the dakka their legs could lift. She beamed at her mentor and nodded vigorously and began work again twice as enthused. Zizzbitz entered his private workshop tent and hoisted his creation onto the table. It was half of an engine from some humie troop carrier, and had some of those fuel tanks from the pointy heads, and plenty of good old fashioned orky gubbins with three rockets recklessly attached to the back. Zizzbitz got to work, using a crate of bitz he'd had Blue put together yesterday. He began tinkering like a madman.

This was going to be his magnum opus, he just knew it. He was going to do as few orks had done before. He slaved away tirelessly for three days, chopping up shootas, choppas, gubbins, bitz, and fitting them all in over and over. He added two handles that came around the side and fit into his hands, both with two buttons each. His right hand had a proppa shoota, and his left hand had choppa launcha like Blue had helped him learn to make, and it was being fitted more and more, Squig leather buckles and belts and straps a plenty attached. Last but not least of course, as much of it was painted as red as possible. Zizzbitz fell asleep at his work desk, and when he awoke, he had some red paint on his face a bit from the way he slept, but the paint had dried on his creation.

It was time.

He strapped it onto his back, and took the controls in his hands, and walked from the tent proudly exclaiming that he was finally done with the 'flydakka'. He ran over to where Blue was putting the finishing touches on one of the Tyranid captives. A basket on the back that would allow her to ride on it around the camp or carry materials, complete with a remote control.

She barely noticed him before he scooped her up, and shouted gruffly in her ear 'Blue ya gonna think this is right proppa in just a minute, and you gonna know dis is why Im da top mekboy roun' here' He hastily put an extra couple of strap around her torso and crossed his arms to have his right hand in the left control and right hand in the other, to give him a tight grip of Blue to his chest.
He turned on the ignition and took off.
Zizzbitz was flying, and holding Blue, zipping around the campsite as the Grots and Orks gazed in awe. He zoomed up and around Boris, eventually landing on one of the towers on his back, and then taking off again, cackling maniacally. Blue was thrilled, and Zizzbitz was awarded much merit as 'da fastest Ork in da sky' by the tribe.
It was a very productive day for the Scraplootas.