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This is the story of Freebooter Warband of Hanfang

Parts of Green

At the system of Forge World Marces III, during the battle for star port of Virencha, Warboss Hanfang of Goff Clan, under command of Warlord Gherroz, led his troops in the city streets. They were krump’n and bashin’ the stations of Imperial Guard city defence force. At the moment when first of his ladz reached the trenches and boyz ignited their burnas, they got caught under fire coming from nearby buildings, causing an immerse explosions amongst first wave of orks while burna boyz were annihilated in orange cloud of blazing destruction. Hanfang jumped towards nearest foxhole, simultaneously throwing stikkbomb through window at first building. He led the charge of boyz inside first- hand when orks poured inside the building, slaying heavy-weapon teams and snipers to their stations. At seventh floor of that building, Hanfang looked out of window to other side of street. At that moment, he realised that they were in trouble big-time. Sky was blazing when meteor- like rain hit the buildings. Except that this was way more dangerous than any meteor storm that planet had ever seen. These were Ultramarines.

At the moment when firs missile hit the building causing half of the wall storming down to street, Hanfang shouted his orders for getting to street level. In next few seconds three more missiles hit the ground floor, causing the building to lean towards the building to it’s right. Plasteel- strengthened walls were still holding. When firs orks rushed through windows and doors in first and second floors Hanfang was looking from fifth floor window. Boyz were hammered down to concrete by auto cannons of closing- in Dreadnaughts. Hanfang picked rokkit-launcha from dead mans hands and shot it towards nearest Dred. Rokkit crippled that puny can whit impressing blast. Hanfang smiled. This would be a grate day to be an ork. How wrong he was.

When third Dreadnought blew leaving only bloody mess of gore and green bodies all over the street, Hanfang jumped out of third floor window shouting his warcry. He landed on his feet bashing his ‘uge Choppa to the Dred’s armour whit full power of his weight, crippling it’s arm and throwing it to ground. Hanfang poured into Dred’s armour whit his bare hands, ripping it apart from inside. When his Nob’s ran towards charging Ultramarines, Hanfang stood up from wreckage while a swirling mêlée was staining streets in blood. Just as his boyz were gaining momentum and raiding Ultramarine stations at the end of street, building between marines and orks was reduced to rubble and brought to ground by two Predators, all guns blazing death among the tide of orks trying to climb over the barricade. Tankbustas of Hanfang screamed for delight and charged towards tanks. Suddenly Marines opened fire again, slaughtering orks all around Hanfang. At that moment, Hanfang caught a rock on his head, cracking his skull. He fell into darkness while blood poured over him from corpses refusing to die. Last thing Hanfang saw was a blazing bolt devouring an ork in half and smashing at the basement of Imperial ammo depot. Trembling blast wrecked havoc among all around, burying Hanfang in rubble.

Dawn of Defeat

When Hanfang opened his eyes, he wasn’t sure did they open. All was black and grey, dust dwelling over ponds of blood between open-teared plasteel cylinders, bulks of trashed stone and concrete and dead bodies of Marines and orks. Hanfang pushed off a stone holding him down, and was faced by an amazed Apothecary holding a Marine head in his arms. Hanfang didn’t think a second taught before Apothecary was slicing his throat whit a scalpel. It hit Hanfang in arm, and whit it he gripped Apothecary from his throat, stearing into those glowing lenses of power armour. Slowly the hand holding scalpel let go, and Hanfang threw off corpse and stood up.

When Hanfang walked out of ruins, he found bulk of his boyz sneaking around and looting corpses of fallen. “Hey you! Get over ‘ere and fast” Hanfang shouted. “Now we got an enemy worth our strength. Get all ladz you can find over ‘ere now.” Soon a
clanking and stomping, cursing and screaming two-thousand Orks strong warband of Killa-Kans, DeffDreds, Meks, Burnas and Boyz was regrouping at square in the city ruins. It was about to start the real battle. When roar of incoming predators and Imperial Guard regiments could be heard from distance, Hanfang shouted from top of crack- open tank. “Ok ladz, it‘s time to show these puny humies what true orks can do! WAAAGH!!!!” War cry was shouted all over the square when orks started their trukks and wagons and headed towards the sounds in distance. Hanfang jumped aboard his battlewagon and followed right after first wave of bikes and trukks, leaving footslogging boyz behind.

When blazing of guns and heavy weapons begun, the Ultramarines were holding line among Imperial Guard Leman Russ tanks and storm troopers. All momentum behind ork vehicles started to press forward towards weak positions of the enemy. Massive destruction and huge losses did slow boyz only for seconds. Blowing- up trukks and wagons threw corpses and weapons all over, and the line was still holding. Hanfang stood back and watched when boyz poured out of wagons and trukks and wrecked havoc among imperial troops. When last remnants of resistance were holding positions behind obscured clouds of dust and ash, boyz regrouped for last, final assault. At that moment, when all bikes and trukks fired their engines and screamed towards the enemy, blazing beam of fire and flames stroke them, obliterating hundreds at time. The Warlord Titans of Adeptus Mechanicus were taking part in battle, and Ultramarines opened fire to orks standing without cover in middle of vehicle wrecks and dead bodies. Hanfang looked when all of his mobile troops and shock forces were beaten down and utterly destroyed. When Titan step forward to inspect the field, first mobs of footsloggers reached the field of battle. A mighty charge was released towards the titan, but all were cast down and thrown back in front of ancient weapons and Ultramarines grouping around titan. At that moment, Hanfang led personally his troops towards the enemy, one final charge. Boyz and Nobs were falling all around him, but he reached the lines of marines unharmed. He fought like a beast, and more and more orks were piling in.

When Hanfang next time stood alone, all over dead bodies, he watched his boyz still krump’n among marine lines. But it was obvious that they would lose, die to last ork standing. In that moment, he saw the ideology of Blood Axes to suit his needs at the moment just fine. He shouted orders for withdrawal, and left the field of battle, furious for inability of boyz to beat these humies.

The Exile

Two months later, the Battle for Marces III was lost. Orks were gathering in space hulk orbiting the planet, and preparing to leave the system. In the meeting of Warlord’s Council at the bridge of space hulk, Hanfang was charged for escaping the enemy and crippling the war effort at the vital planet. His mission to destroy defences of star port had failed, leading laving Imperial troops a free support line to planet. Ork forces were forced to withdraw from the city and later from the planet. Warlord Gherroz and twelve other Warbosses exiled Hanfang and his warband from Clan of Goffs, left him behind from the Waaagh! underway and drove him away.

Since then, Hanfang have travelled the Galaxy, gathering more freebooter orks under his banners and prepairing his campaign against Ultramarines who humiliated him in the moment of victory. His utter goal is to bring the destruction of Ultramarines Chapter and hunt down all those who dare to follow their banners. His plans may someday come true, while now he is gathering his strength and gaining experience as leader and fighter in battles against imperial forces.

Tämä oli mainionta fluhvia, mitä on vähään aikaan tullut luettua.

Kiitos kiitos :D

Ja jatkoa seuraa, englanniksi edelleen. Kielioppi- ja muista virheistä kommentointi on enemmän kuin tervettullutta, koetan kehittyä englannin kirjoittajana. Tottakai kaikenlainen kommentointi on toivottavaa, kannustus antaa inspiraatiota jatkoa varten.

Part II: Da Limbrippa

After being sent adrift from Gherroz's Space Hulk in a lonely Rok whit only his loyalest followers, His former Bura breathen amongst whom he had risen to power, and few Nobs whit their mobs of Boyz, He had drifted in the Marces system for weeks. When his Meks came to inform him about their founding, Hanfang didn't belive his luck.

When Hanfang reached the tractor beam that Mek had came from and saw the sight in his own eyes, he ordered his Burnas into assault readiness immidiately. ”When this thing gets close enough, we get stuck in ladz.” Hanfang shouted when filling his prised weapon, kombi shoota -scrocha. He took His helmet and power klaw and san onto assault ramp.


At 345.M42 Imperial Cruiser Venator, mothership of the Imperial Guard Cadian 558th regiment, was assigned to investigate a suspected coruption of Planetary Defence Force of Taremman IV. When warp- jump was close to end, something went badly wong. Ships Gellar- field imploded, whit devastating results. Souls of everyone aboard the ship were squeezed inside the most- middle of the ship, where the Navigators own Gellar- field were protecting generators and Navigators of the ship. Even the reinforced field whit it's own power supply could not keep shield up for long. Ship sailed into depths of empyrean whithout any control, save the navigators trying desperately to save the ship from deamons, abandoning all else exept leaving the warp storm from their consern...


When Hanfang stood at the boarding blank of starship stained whit acent- looking gore, he felt like steping into a dream, a nightmear in human standards, and he decidet that this would be his new flagship. He started the search of any living being in the ship, as he wanted to leathaly greet the thing that had decorated the ship so ”impressively”. Little did he realise what was waiting for him inside the depths of the soon- to be built Venator...

Hanfang and his Burnas didn't envounter anything on their way to the center of the ship and it's Navigatorial Hall. When they squeezed through halfly molten plasteel door to the Hall, they saw the beast that had slumbered in the ship for eons, wandering dormant in the warp, until recently emerged in material space. The thing was a huge, twisted creature, it's limbs were made from dozens smaller ones, they had twisted together in ways that would be impossible for human body to achieve. The things head was an impressing collection of all sice of teeth, ranging from little human tooth to huge fangs that wouldn't look too small in a face of a squiggoth. And the thing slowly smiled to orks, and then charged towards them, showing the unnatural speed of it's twisted body.

Orks shoot at the warp- beast whit burnas and shootas, but achieved no showing effect, save for huge burnings in the things gory skin. When the beast reached the first orks, dosens and dosens of hands purged out of it's body and ripped orks apart like paper, and the thing started screaming loudly and high like sopranos in Opera Imperialis and same time snarling like angry squig. When hands started to fall apart and the beast slowed down, Hanfang charged the thing whit his helmet's horns encroaching into the beast's chest, and he ripped the beast's hands and limbs apart whit his power klaw. He kept swirling limbs around the room, getting sewere injuries from fangs and knives emerging from all ower the beast's body.

It felt like it was taking hours and days, or maby it just took few moments, but after a tremendous melee, the warp- beast was slain by Hanfang. After remaining Burnas had incinerated the whole ship and Grots had thrown to space the remaining limbs around the floors of Navigatorial Hall, Hanfangs troops guided their Rok onto one of the Venators hangar bays, Warband prepaired to hit the road again. Now, everytime Da Limbrippa emerges to the skies of an ork- ruled planet and the Runtheads and Nobs of the Warband come down to the planet to tell orks about the tremendous battle fought in the cruiser, and giving promises about Da Grate Crusade soon to come, orks pour onto their spacecrafts to join the Warband.

Ship's hangars and storage halls were full of all kind of war materiel, enough for millions of greenskins, ranging from simple Shootas to mighty Leman Russ and Baneblade battle tanks, witch all serve the Warband, after a quick 'kustomisation' by Meks. So does Hanfang's plans start to take a new form, and more and more battles are fought in the name of this smart and cunning (by orkish standards) Warboss.

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