Retenant son sourire, Garocks a dit, "J'aurais dû être une sorte de git stupide pour refuser un defa comme Dat." Et en passant l'encombrante arme laser au patron a dit, tout en pointant sur diverses parties de la contraption, "Dis iz da bit vous tirez pour tirer, dis petit fing showz 'ow beaucoup de powa est laissé, si il s'écoule vous allez avoir besoin de pousser une nouvelle batterie dans, mais esprit itz charge actuelle vous devriez être bien pour quelques combats. En raison de tous les powas il y a un coup de pied, pas dat vous remarquerez beaucoup de patron esprit à quel point vous êtes fort." Garocks fait un pas en arrière, sur le point de partir avant de dire : "Profitez-en patron, vous l'avez gagné."
Sortir de la tente, et à mi-chemin vers Da Fortrezz Garocks murmure sous son souffle, "Oh, et si itz commence à briller dat rouge signifie qu'il pourrait être sur le point d'exploser, mais le bon patron de dat? Bien sûr, les chances d'explosion de l'arme dans les mains de Kragot n'étaient pas énormes, et alors les chances qu'elle soit létale beaucoup moins, mais il y avait la chance toujours petite que les différents cristaux de focalisation et les sources de puissance conflictuelles pourraient finir par laisser un cratère aussi grand que la tente du patron. Bien sûr, Garocks n'était pas assez bête pour le dire au patron, et vraiment, les chances n'étaient pas si élevées. En entrant dans l'arrière de Da Fortrezz Garocks monta l'échelle dans son atelier et jeta un coup d'œil sur la ferraille. Si Kragot disait la vérité, que Garocks attendait avec impatience toutes les fings qu'il pourrait construire bientôt.
Name: Garock
Species: Ork
Gender: What's one of 'does?
Age: 29
Appearance: Garock stands at about six and a half feet. His skin is a median green, his eyes a crimson red. He wears heavy leather overalls, with further armor provided by a few metal plates welded onto them. Garock also wears a pair of goggles to shield his eyes from sparks and amplify his vison while he tinkers. On his back Garock also has his kustom force field generator, kondensed so that it doesn't catch on anything while he walks about inside his vehicle. While smaller than most, his force field generator is still a mess of tesla coils and tubes sparking erratically, granting Garock an almost sinister blue glow when in darker environments, such as the interior of his beloved war machine.
Rank: Big Mek
Bio: Garock was 'born' into a feral klan of Snakebites. The jungle planet upon which he spent his first years was under the utter control of a nasty git known as Wazzag 'Ead Spika. Near on a century before Wazzag had konquered the planet, burning down the 'umie cities and despoiling the land, all without a bit of tech. In his hundred year reign Wazzag had forbidding any technology from entering the ranks of his host, to the point that even scrap metal was considered unorky, instead the tribe's choppas being made of bone and sinew.
Much like any ork Garock spent his early years fighting and just having a good time with his savage brothers. Then one day however Garock was struck with the worst of curses, an idea! Using a pile of wooden refuge and squig innards the ork managed to build a small lobber, perfect for launching rocks into walls or charging nobs. While at first his fellows celebrated Garock and his invention, they quickly became worried over the number of ideas he was having.
Before long Wazzag caught wind of what was happening, and with grace and subtlety directly assaulted the camp Garock lived in with his biggest nobs and fastest boars. While the camp burned and Wazzag's power reestablished Garock barely got away, and sought to leave the savage planet. It was with great fortune that he happened upon some Freebooterz who were on the planet collecting scrap from some ancient humie ruins. Hitching a ride with them in exchange for some of his ideas soon Garock learned just how big the kosmos was.
Since that time Garocks has been travelling between various tribes, building both his knowledge and his personal war machine, Da Fortrezz, a mighty battlewagon he started building soon after leaving his savage home, and has been constantly repairing and improving since. Recently Garocks has joined on with Kragot Metal-Jaw, his interest piqued by the thought of a really big weapon.
Equipment:

Garock's pride and joy, his personal vehicle, a massive battlewagon coated in weapons and armor. The complete list of weapons and other features are as follows...
-1 Kannon
-2 Stickkbomb Chukkaz
-2 Mounted Big Shootas
-1 Deff Rolla
-1 Reinforced Ram
The Wagon also has a 'Ard Case as well as extra armor plates, to compensate Da Fortrezz has a much larger engine, which doesn't help when it comes to passenger space. The number of occupants is also hampered by the fact that the second story of Da Fortrezz houses Garock's private workshop. While nowhere near as large or well equipped as a proper foundry the space does allow Garock a great deal of privacy, easy access to tools and scrap in case he needs to do repairs on the road, a fairly safe place to catch a nap, and good thick walls to hide behind just in case one of his gretchins crosses the wrong wires. In his private workshop Garock also keeps his favorite Oily Squig in a nice safe cage suspended from the ceiling.
On account of the extra large engine Da Fortrezz only has room for twelve passengers, who ride along in the lowest and rear most part of the craft. Directly above them is Garocks workshop, in fact between the workshop and holding area is a hole in which Garock or one of his gretchen assistants can drop kustom weapons or other pieces of kit for the boyz below. The cockpit houses the controls for the vehicle, a mess of levers, buttons and knobs. Cigar smoke and metal shavings choke the air in the cockpit, as a small light bulb swinging from a metal chain gives off a minor amount of light, as do the various windows, all of which are too thin to allow overmuch smoke to escape.
As far as personal wargear goes Garock rides into battle with his kustom twinlinked shoota, a few stikkbombs, his kustom force field, and of course a selection of his favorite tools and bits of scrap.
Npc's: There is of course the entire krew of Da Fortrezz, though there are two more notable members.
Gids: Garocks personal assistant, Gids is a particularly clever gretchen that helps Garock in building weapons and armor, as well as repairing Da Fortrezz, cleaning, collecting scrap, feeding his squigs, and anything else Garocks doesn't feel like doing.
Bodokz: Is the one that keeps da gunz firin! Bodokz is an ork boy, not quite big or important enough to be a nob, but not nobody either. He mans the kannon of Da Fortrezz, and is also in charge of managing the various gretchens and boyz who operate the other weapon systems. Bodokz is the go between for Garocks and the rest of the krew, who the mek can't be bothered to remember or care about.
WAAAARGH!