The Rhinomedary Squad

[Corsair]

A month of salvaging in Kansas had let Zogba build up a small flotilla. About a dozen freighters could be recovered, a mix of Dromedaries and Rhinos. The rest were dismantled and used for repairs or to make armor for his people.

He had finally decided on a name for his little gang, which he thought was very clever. They were the Rhinomedary Squadron. And they were Orks. His people didn't really seem to object. They were Orks- beasts. And they had laughed at his name for his squad. He rolled his eyes when he realized they were only laughing because they didn't understand. He seemed to be the only one who hadn't gone totally stupid, save for a few of his lieutenants.

There was a lot of work to be done, but he had finished drafting a list of rules for his Orks- he had to maintain some kind of order.

DA ROOLZ:
WUN: Don't steal from yer brotha'. Dere's gonna be enough loot and bitz soon.
TEW: Don't kill yer brotha'. We needz all da boyz we can get.
T'REE: Only fly da' Rhinos and da' Dromedaries. Dey are da best shipz fer us.
FUR: Obey ALL dese roolz, but break all of the House roolz. Dat means if ya wan' ta' go naked in Man'att'n, feel free!

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