A Writer who Loves Orcs

Da Pink Plundras lead by their fearsome Kaptin Arrvyrsa da Kunnin' are a band of Freebootaz that wander the stars and plunder the worlds of whatever unfortunate systems the tides of the warp decide to spit them out in. Known for their tendency to loot and salvage as much as a self respecting Deffskull, with the cunning brutality and brutal cunning to match the Goffiest Goffs and the most tactical Blood Axe, Arrvyrsa sails his ship into the warp supposedly at "Gork (or Mork's) will", trusting in the Great Green Gods to send him and his crew wherever they can get into the most trouble.

A bit unorthodox, but common for a Freeboota Kaptin, Arrvyrsa happily sells his services and his crew to whatever or whoever can pay his extortionate fees, impress him in a display of cunning wiles or brutal violence, or indulge his hunger for battle. It would not be uncommon to his crew to fight alongside the humans of both Chaos and the Imperium, begrudingly with the T'au, and skeptically with the Aeldari. Though he learned his lesson about turning his back on a Drukhari after an unfortunate incident.

Garrin Skullsmasha, his right hand Nob and his most trusted scallywag, leads his Butchaz with such cunning and ferocity that whenever Arrvyrsa needs a job done quickly, quietly, and brutally, Garrin is the one he sends on his way. Though he offered him his own suit of mega armor, the Nob refused, preferring to stick with his Boyz over getting a fancy suit of armor. Dragmaw was the ship navigator, weirdboy worth his salt and then some. Which was important, as he always started hollering and screaming about some "Gravewalker" and an "Aeldari with a bad temper" while blowing the brains out of whatever poor Boyz were stuck taking care of him.

Ol' Pinkie was a tough Nob, as loyal as a Squig and as dumb as one too, charging into battle with such ferocity and anger that Gork must have surely smiled upon him. When Bogguts, the big mek, told him he could be even stompier and killy-er, he leaped at the opportunity. Literally, he dove feet first into the Deffdread. Now he's known as Ol' Pinkie, mostly because it's the only name he'll respond to ever since all the circuitry fried his brain. Now he tesrs through the enemy with such ferocity that one could mistakenly assume that there's a rabid squig piloting it.

The orks of Da Squigeon Squad were seen as odd, even by the misfit standards of the Plundras. They were recruited from a Blood Axes warband and were highly regimented and disciplined; the only requirements that Arrvyrsa had for his airforce. Flying in their rickety scrap Deffkoptas, the three members of Squigeon Squad act as fast hitting nuisances in the backline, firing off barrages of rockets with psychotic glee.