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Story: The rebuild finally begins.... Jugger MacRoy posted May 27, 1998 8:39 AM

Ork crews finished clearing out the wreckage of the old base. A building inspector, specializing in military structures, named Hor'Quae, had listed what was salvageable, and what was not. Unfortunately, the larger list fell into the "what was not" category. The place was nearly a complete loss, leaving only 65% of the hardened shell of the Mech Bays themselves to try and reuse, so the Orks continued to clear out those areas, and level the rest.

Hor'Quae leaned over the first draft of blueprints, wiping the sweat from his rough, green forehead. He made appropriate changes here and there on them, trying to work in what was salvageable. Jugger and a couple of Ork foremen stood by, thinking long and hard about the undertaking. At least the site was fairly ready for construction to begin, and crews swarmed over smaller areas that could have work performed on them. Massive, Ork built, construction machines roared loudly as they each performed their tasks and a group of twenty work crews worked on the topside of the canyon, constructing an intricate webwork of "I" beams inside the gaping holes that exposed what was left of the interior spaces to the elements above. The result of the series of massive explosions that destroyed the base from within.

It would be a long and hard job, but the hardest step was taken. The rebuild had finally begun.

Story: The rebuild continues.... Jugger MacRoy posted June 13, 1998 05:11 AM

"Whoa!! Watch it, Lu'Gruh! It's slippi-- Headache!!!" Jugger screamed down into the expansive Mech Bay areas beneath as the 350 pound, 8' x 16' sheet of armor plating slipped from Lu'Gruh's hands to gravity's hard pull.

Ork crewmen below scattered as the armor plating sailed down towards the Bay's deck, twenty stories below, smashing into a pallet of "I" beams with an almost deafening crash that echoed of the walls of the empty bays. Thankfully, the warning was heeded, and no one was injured. Insults from below assaulted Jugger and Lu'Gruh nonetheless. Lu'Gruh returned fire before looking sheepishly to Jugger, who, with the assist of the ExoLift frame he was wearing, was pulling another sheet of armor plate off thier grav pallet.

"Sorry 'bout that, MacRoy....It slip." Lu'Gruh said the same way a child defends it's own mistakes.

Jugger shook his head as handed the sheet over to the muscular Ork. "Hell, Lu'Gruh, don' worry about it. No one was hurt, an' it don' look like the "I" beams took any damage. Jus' be a bit more careful, okay?"

Lu'Gruh nodded as he slid the new sheet into place then the two moved on as a welder named Mor'Fug began his own task of affixiating the sheet, adding another piece to the massive puzzle that was slowly becoming the base's outer shell.

The rebuild had been steadily going on for a week now, and given the time they had been at it, the overall pace was still remarkable. The holes in the top half of the base were nearly patched, the control booth and shop spaces framed out and standing, and the topside runway was now acceptable for the launch and recovery of the huge cargo craft that ferried in the matierials needed for the project.

Jugger didn't need to be up there, but he couldn't just stand by and watch while twiddling his thumbs. He wasn't totally unexperienced at this sort of thing either, having done the stint as construction worker like nearly every human male he'd ever known. The Orks did it faster and better than any other crew he'd ever seen, so keeping up was chore. The crewmen were all massive as Orks go, moving most of the materials around with thier hands. Jugger required the ExoLift frame to lift and carry what the Orks did bare handed. They were deffinately cut out for this work.

It was funny the way he and the Orks always got along. Eli had made some strong bonds with them as well. To Jugger, the Orks represented the very meaning of struggle for acceptance, for they still bore the percicution of many of the low tech inhabitants of RhyDin, particularly the Elves. Jugger could remember the construction of the RhyDin Medical Center, another Ork job, where the Orks experienced prejudice from the Elf crews building the "East Wing" emergency evac and trauma craft. The part that bothered Jugger the most about that whole episode was that the Elven crews were led by Cris Phoenix, and he made his own prejudices toward Orks known. That was before he joined the DBs, but Jugger was willing to bet that the hatred was still there. Some things never change, no matter how bad you wish they would.

Suddenly the air was blasted by the shriek of the galley trucks' horns, signalling thier arrival. Jobs were finished and the webwork of the structure came alive with Orks, all clammering topside to break for chow.

As Jugger sat with Lu'Gruh, Mor'Fug and some other Orks on the plating crew, they all traded stories detailed with the glories of the past that was, and the glories of the future that would be. 