Welcome to part 2 of my madness!

Well no matter what my prow ends up looking like I’m going to need some big guns. So I step sideways (me brain needs a break) and set about building some Big Guns. Ok, good so far me thinking……………

With some work and some adjustments I’m thinking now at last I’m home! It even names itself. “DA Munga Fishâ€, Da Munga Fish you may be asking yourself? What is that about? It’s named after a apex predator found on Squig heavy worlds. A aggressive carnivore that carries it’s flying young on its back. It paints a pretty picture in my mind of 2 savage Orks fishing and then without warning a large Munga Fish springs from the water. One of Da Boyz yells “Mungaâ€, with his eyes fixed on his brother; who is now in the mouth of this large Squig. Falling back and grabbing for his small choppa the surviving Ork’s ears are filled with the sounds of his brothers gurgles, and the splashing caused by his brother’s body, being thrashed about. The poor Ork while trying to get away trips over a rock. The Squig Fish quickly pulls it’s self up from the water and forward; sliding over a mound of muddy river bank. The surviving Ork watches in terror as the Munga bears down on him rapidly, propelled by short fat flippers . From somewhere on top of Da Munga (it’s blow hole) emerge hundreds of tiny Mungas. They take to the air with a great buzzing of wings. The poor boy never made it back to his feet. The meat was stripped from his screaming, struggling tattooed form. The Munga Fish Laid it’s great broad head down feeling content. It’s young feed, it’s belly a wee bit fuller, and it’s territory free from intrusion………………………………. Ahhhhhhhhh Da Boss is going to like dis one! The battle damage is looking pretty good, I’m showing off the inner workings, I gots me a big bumper and hey I even threw in a Chin Squig just to be safe. As I sat there looking at my creation something just wasn’t right. So sipping on some squig brew late one night I slid the fairing piece back and there she was. I just knew this was it.

Ahhhhhhhh, I think I like it. No, like the creator of Frankenstein’s Monster I could grow to love it. It could be my Bosses dream Truck. A ramming, shooting terror with nice lines. The problem now would be to build new grubbins where my battle damage lives (as it was originally designed to show off the big guns) It’s not 100% but I’m now committed and getting closer than I’ve been in weeks. I’m still calling it “Da Munga Fishâ€, but in the same breath it is whispering for a new name. Something older and arder. Ummmmmmm I’m leaning towards “Da Iron Hag†“Da Hang†“Da Freak†I’m a little in-decisive right now, but I have time and I know it will eventually whisper its true name to me. I’ve got a ton of work, but at least now I have a direction of travel. I’ll post more soon as I’m a little further now than I was at the time of this last picture. I’m sorry this is such a long post, but there is a lot to talk about. I hope you like its current form, if you like a early version of “Dis Ship†please don’t tell me as it will mess my head up and I might end up back in Da Bunker in a pile of blueprints. Lots ta do, but now I is a happy Grot. Thanks for reading and any comments, criticism, or suggestions are more than welcomed. Thanks!
Oh, and here is a rough idea of where I’m going with this……….
