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2017-04-16 01:22:25
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6 votes, rating 5.8
Zhafbar Grease monkeys Introduction fluff.
"this week on Death Rollers"
The workshop was a mess and littered around the three main vehicles were tools and parts of machinery, clearly each one was part way through some kind of repair.
"the crew find a mangled 65 Copperpot and nurse it back to health, the 2583 Southbird that was brought in for a front wheel repair after the injury from the two tree men turns out to have much more severe damage than anyone could have thought and tensions run high as the date the crew were set to for repairs draws near"
Clips of both events flash in front of the screen without any real context or staying long enough to give away much. then it turns back to the Garage.
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in the middle of the Floor stands a small, even for a dwarf, red headed dwarf with a burned off beard, but a beautiful long moustache and sideburns, his hair was gelled back into a short quiff and he wore a leather shirt with a skeleton holding a scythe on it. "look, I know it's been a long week but we need to go out and find a ruster to sell, we're getting behind on profits again." The dwarf told the other
Opposite him the other dwarf was more averaged sized and better built, with a trimmed and styled beard, matching an overgrown goatee, it and his long black hair held back by a leather bandanna were both slightly greasy from working with the engines, as were his overalls. The larger dwarf sighed. "well, we can leave Dazik in charge, I'll get my coat." and with that it cut to their destination
The weather outside, in the fortress junk yard was poor at best. it was misty and had been raining earlier in the day. This left the two dwarves slipping lightly as they explored around, it took several minutes but eventually the Black haired dwarf called out to the redhead. "Hey, Pakaz, you're gonna wanna see this!"
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Back in the shop things were kicking off, two very similar looking dwarves were trying to remove the chassis from the engine.
"look you're pulling too hard!" The one with his blond beard in braids scolded the other, who had his without. the speaker's hair was also different as the other's hair was cut into a flat top as opposed to being left short and loose
"I'm doing nothing of the sort, it's stuck and needs to come off!" the other yelled back.
"You're going to break it Kimzak, and we don't have a spare! you elf's hole!" the first growled.
The one now identified as Kimzak scowled at the other. "Are you asking for a decking Zardim?!" he threatened, going very red in the face and curling his fists up.
"Stop" Came the voice of another blond dwarf, he was significantly stronger looking and had a shorter beard, a strange thing for a dwarf, however it was immaculately kept and decorated well, it seemed it was short to aid with his work. he glared at the two.
"what do you want Copperfist?!" Zardim barked. lifting up his wrench threateningly.
Before anything could be said by the equally angry Kimzak the larger dwarf's fist connected with first Zardim, then his twin's faces. "Work" Welkaz told them harshly as both brother got up and quietly went about their work.
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"yeah it was just lucky i didn't retaliate, but we did need to get the job done. I'd totally have taken him if it's had come to that though." smugly rang out Zardim's voice as he sat in a large, modern office chair, seemingly in a private room.
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now it seemed to be Welkaz's turn to be in the big room, he glared at the camera for a few seconds. "they slacked off" he said before simply leaving.
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back in the junk yard Pakaz was running swiftly, for a dwarf, over to his partner who was inspecting a wrecked death roller, it had a beautiful copper cast body and had long handlebars that curved up and the in and back, like ram's horns, the body and seat were low and the back wheels were large with four spikes on them for traction. the front wheels were wooden with huge nails through them and copper bands holding them together. however it was dirty, bent and the wheels were severely rotted.
"wow, is that a Copperpot, Zanbar? a 65 I'd say, Frakizz Copperpot's design, one of his first." he explained for the good of the audience.
Zanbar nodded. "it's in pretty bad shape, but if we can salvage this beautiful bodywork some team or even a private collector would pay good money for it, these work horses were deadly." He admitted, patting the chassis.
"does it still run?" asked the eager Pakaz.
Happy to oblige Zanbar clambered up into the driver's seat and started the huge contraption, it roared gutturally, but remained still. Zanbar tried three more times but nothing. "we'll have to tow it back."
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Back in the work shop repairs were coming a little better, an old, white bearded dwarf was looking over an engine with a young, short black bearded dwarf.
"hand me the 1.3 length Yakza" the older one asked. the younger happily obliged, hopping up and grabbing the small tool before returning, in the back ground a balding ginger bearded dwarf could be seen sat in a chair reading a book, with a bear in his hands, clearly slacking off work.
"Back in my young day people like Gak back there got fired if they didn't do any blasted work" the white haired dwarf complained.
"don't worry Dazik, we can cope without him and soon he'll be on the bloodbowl pitch, lets see how lazy he gets away with being there." the younger one smiled happier.
Dazik seemed uncertain but turned back to his work.
It wasn't too long before a dwarf with a long, poorly kept moustache and stubble for chops and beard with small lensed sunglasses walked in. "Hey Dwarf, heard you needed me in today for some painting?"
Dazik nodded. "she's in the back, be careful this time Wezlik, if she gets damaged it's coming out of your pay." he warned, not even looking at the other dwarf.
"hey, chill dwarf, she'll be fine okaaay" he reassured, before pulling out his paint can and wandering into the back room.
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the same back room with that chair again, only this time the dwarf painter was in it. "I don't get it dwarf, he doesn't get me, I'm like waaay complex. but it doesn't matter, the world is like, pain dwarf, so I write poetry. wanna hear some?"
without waiting for any sort of response Wezlik started speaking again. "life is a black hole with chaos as the only way to go. The darkness haunts me, and my answers are always no. I try to forget pain, but it won't let me be released and it keeps me low" then he stops as if waiting for praise, when it doesn't come he gets disappointed. "it's like real deep dwarf, you might not get it at first."
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returning to the workshop the death roller was now supported on a lifting mechanism with two dwarves blow it, a taller but thinner dwarf with a short beard and half his overalls hanging off and a brown haired dwarf with a leather hat that had a sun visor on it. The dwarf with the visor looked fairly dismayed. "you can see that Zakazan?" he asked
Zakazan nodded, then looked over "yeah" he nodded, in a tone that said "no, but I want to look good."
"the holding frame is cracked, and the front wheel axle has snapped, its a wonder the Rolling wheel hasn't fallen off" the other admitted and went to look at his tooled and the spares for something to replace it.
There was a small fade out to cover some time passing and Zakazan was trying, rather unskillfully to remove the offending body pipes. "Azark? are you done yet?" he asked, getting rather annoyed.
The other dwarf turned and smiled, holing up a wrench with a set of pipes on the back of it, which were attacked to a fuel barrel. "it's a wielding wrench!" he grinned widely as Zakazan grumbled and returned to his work.
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The Interview room now held Zakazan in it and he didn't look happy. "Azark's a skilled worker, but he barely ever does any work, I'm good but I can't cover him while he plays inventor!" he scowled.
"Death Rollers will be back after these messages"
The workshop was a mess and littered around the three main vehicles were tools and parts of machinery, clearly each one was part way through some kind of repair.
"the crew find a mangled 65 Copperpot and nurse it back to health, the 2583 Southbird that was brought in for a front wheel repair after the injury from the two tree men turns out to have much more severe damage than anyone could have thought and tensions run high as the date the crew were set to for repairs draws near"
Clips of both events flash in front of the screen without any real context or staying long enough to give away much. then it turns back to the Garage.
-----------------------------------------
in the middle of the Floor stands a small, even for a dwarf, red headed dwarf with a burned off beard, but a beautiful long moustache and sideburns, his hair was gelled back into a short quiff and he wore a leather shirt with a skeleton holding a scythe on it. "look, I know it's been a long week but we need to go out and find a ruster to sell, we're getting behind on profits again." The dwarf told the other
Opposite him the other dwarf was more averaged sized and better built, with a trimmed and styled beard, matching an overgrown goatee, it and his long black hair held back by a leather bandanna were both slightly greasy from working with the engines, as were his overalls. The larger dwarf sighed. "well, we can leave Dazik in charge, I'll get my coat." and with that it cut to their destination
The weather outside, in the fortress junk yard was poor at best. it was misty and had been raining earlier in the day. This left the two dwarves slipping lightly as they explored around, it took several minutes but eventually the Black haired dwarf called out to the redhead. "Hey, Pakaz, you're gonna wanna see this!"
-----------------------------------------------------
Back in the shop things were kicking off, two very similar looking dwarves were trying to remove the chassis from the engine.
"look you're pulling too hard!" The one with his blond beard in braids scolded the other, who had his without. the speaker's hair was also different as the other's hair was cut into a flat top as opposed to being left short and loose
"I'm doing nothing of the sort, it's stuck and needs to come off!" the other yelled back.
"You're going to break it Kimzak, and we don't have a spare! you elf's hole!" the first growled.
The one now identified as Kimzak scowled at the other. "Are you asking for a decking Zardim?!" he threatened, going very red in the face and curling his fists up.
"Stop" Came the voice of another blond dwarf, he was significantly stronger looking and had a shorter beard, a strange thing for a dwarf, however it was immaculately kept and decorated well, it seemed it was short to aid with his work. he glared at the two.
"what do you want Copperfist?!" Zardim barked. lifting up his wrench threateningly.
Before anything could be said by the equally angry Kimzak the larger dwarf's fist connected with first Zardim, then his twin's faces. "Work" Welkaz told them harshly as both brother got up and quietly went about their work.
-------------------------------------------------
"yeah it was just lucky i didn't retaliate, but we did need to get the job done. I'd totally have taken him if it's had come to that though." smugly rang out Zardim's voice as he sat in a large, modern office chair, seemingly in a private room.
-------------------------------------------------
now it seemed to be Welkaz's turn to be in the big room, he glared at the camera for a few seconds. "they slacked off" he said before simply leaving.
-------------------------------------------------
back in the junk yard Pakaz was running swiftly, for a dwarf, over to his partner who was inspecting a wrecked death roller, it had a beautiful copper cast body and had long handlebars that curved up and the in and back, like ram's horns, the body and seat were low and the back wheels were large with four spikes on them for traction. the front wheels were wooden with huge nails through them and copper bands holding them together. however it was dirty, bent and the wheels were severely rotted.
"wow, is that a Copperpot, Zanbar? a 65 I'd say, Frakizz Copperpot's design, one of his first." he explained for the good of the audience.
Zanbar nodded. "it's in pretty bad shape, but if we can salvage this beautiful bodywork some team or even a private collector would pay good money for it, these work horses were deadly." He admitted, patting the chassis.
"does it still run?" asked the eager Pakaz.
Happy to oblige Zanbar clambered up into the driver's seat and started the huge contraption, it roared gutturally, but remained still. Zanbar tried three more times but nothing. "we'll have to tow it back."
------------------------------------------
Back in the work shop repairs were coming a little better, an old, white bearded dwarf was looking over an engine with a young, short black bearded dwarf.
"hand me the 1.3 length Yakza" the older one asked. the younger happily obliged, hopping up and grabbing the small tool before returning, in the back ground a balding ginger bearded dwarf could be seen sat in a chair reading a book, with a bear in his hands, clearly slacking off work.
"Back in my young day people like Gak back there got fired if they didn't do any blasted work" the white haired dwarf complained.
"don't worry Dazik, we can cope without him and soon he'll be on the bloodbowl pitch, lets see how lazy he gets away with being there." the younger one smiled happier.
Dazik seemed uncertain but turned back to his work.
It wasn't too long before a dwarf with a long, poorly kept moustache and stubble for chops and beard with small lensed sunglasses walked in. "Hey Dwarf, heard you needed me in today for some painting?"
Dazik nodded. "she's in the back, be careful this time Wezlik, if she gets damaged it's coming out of your pay." he warned, not even looking at the other dwarf.
"hey, chill dwarf, she'll be fine okaaay" he reassured, before pulling out his paint can and wandering into the back room.
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the same back room with that chair again, only this time the dwarf painter was in it. "I don't get it dwarf, he doesn't get me, I'm like waaay complex. but it doesn't matter, the world is like, pain dwarf, so I write poetry. wanna hear some?"
without waiting for any sort of response Wezlik started speaking again. "life is a black hole with chaos as the only way to go. The darkness haunts me, and my answers are always no. I try to forget pain, but it won't let me be released and it keeps me low" then he stops as if waiting for praise, when it doesn't come he gets disappointed. "it's like real deep dwarf, you might not get it at first."
-------------------------------------------
returning to the workshop the death roller was now supported on a lifting mechanism with two dwarves blow it, a taller but thinner dwarf with a short beard and half his overalls hanging off and a brown haired dwarf with a leather hat that had a sun visor on it. The dwarf with the visor looked fairly dismayed. "you can see that Zakazan?" he asked
Zakazan nodded, then looked over "yeah" he nodded, in a tone that said "no, but I want to look good."
"the holding frame is cracked, and the front wheel axle has snapped, its a wonder the Rolling wheel hasn't fallen off" the other admitted and went to look at his tooled and the spares for something to replace it.
There was a small fade out to cover some time passing and Zakazan was trying, rather unskillfully to remove the offending body pipes. "Azark? are you done yet?" he asked, getting rather annoyed.
The other dwarf turned and smiled, holing up a wrench with a set of pipes on the back of it, which were attacked to a fuel barrel. "it's a wielding wrench!" he grinned widely as Zakazan grumbled and returned to his work.
-------------------------------------------
The Interview room now held Zakazan in it and he didn't look happy. "Azark's a skilled worker, but he barely ever does any work, I'm good but I can't cover him while he plays inventor!" he scowled.
"Death Rollers will be back after these messages"
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