Warhammer 40,000 Fluff: Gorfang’s Goon Platoon

If you’ve followed my blog for any amount of time, you’ll know that I am a big fan of the narrative that drives the games. As a writer by nature, I’m constantly looking to expand the universe behind my toys, in an attempt to bring more reward to individual events on the tabletop. It helps me relate to the models as they fight, and adds more meaning to challenges and odd twists of fate.

I’ve been focused on Necrons for the past month, but today I’m shifting focus back to my Orks. I hit a wall with models being continually out of stock at Games Workshop, and decided to just give the Necrons some time to come back in stock. For now my Orks are ripe for playing, for painting, and for storytelling. Ladies and Cadians, I give you Warboss Gorfang’s Goon Platoon!

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Warboss Gorfang once fought on Armageddon alongside Ghazgkull, an up-and-coming boss with lots of potential. Like all Goffs, his primary purpose in life was breaking heads, and he took to the task with relish for quite some time.

When Ghaz left Armageddon behind, Gorfang was left with an unshakeable feeling that something was wrong. No matter how many Grots he kicked, he just couldn’t get over the thought that he was destined for something greater. The feeling continued to nag him, until the day he laid eyes on Boss Dedeye the Grinna.

Dedeye led a freeboota mob across the surface of Armageddon all willy-nilly, refusing to accept the established order of things that Ghaz had left behind. One day they were occupied in a dakka war with the humie runts, the next saw them dropping Roks on squiggoths from low orbit for laughs. Eventually they grew bored with the pace of battle, and decided to move on to greener pastures.

Gorfang decided then and there that he would become a Freeboota boss himself. Some of the lads weren’t keen on the idea of abandoning the Waaagh! on Armageddon. Those that were foolish enough to voice their dissension allowed caught Gorfang’s mega-armored boot for their troubles. Eventually they were all headed in the same direction, and Gorfang made his plans to leave the Goff clans behind for good.

Uzog was little more than an aspiring Mek Boy when Gorfang happened upon him, but he quickly impressed the grizzled warboss with his understanding of fizzin’ bits and Orky know-wots. When he finished a new suit of shiny mega armor for the Warboss, he became a permanent part of “Da Krew.” Gorfang busied himself kicking up more lads for a few weeks while Uzog and his new krew of Meks started bashing together a fleet, cramming each ship with everything stompy and shooty. Once the final tweaks were in place, and the last of the fires had been put out, Gorfang launched his new freeboota fleet into the stars.

So it is that Gorfang’s Goon Platoon roams the galaxy, a random force of violence looking for a new patron to pay his way to war. From humie to pointy-ear, he will not turn away a paying customer (although his one attempt to negotiate with Tyranids met a rather disastrous end). His employer is frequently as nervous as the opposition, for Gorfang wages war in a way that would make his Goff mates proud. With Uzog at his side, there are few opponents that can withstand his mix of dead hard dakka and choppin’ experience.

So Da Goon Platoon goes to war time and again, crying out Gorfang’s adopted motto:

“Give ‘em all the dakka! Let Gork sort ‘em out!”