He wandered through the junkyard of a planet, his home and pride as one of the many Smart'a orks. Stomping along he does as he adjusts his trophies and gear. The stain's upon his paint slight as he grumbles aloud and peers around.
Steel and metal, rust and bolt's and more falling each day from the sky, yes it certainly was nice, thankfully his forcefield kept the ork safe from the falling projectile's as he went about seeking more and more part's. Reaching up to tear a piece off the book and blows his nose," sill'ee humie's an d'eir book's. Gud fer nose an stain's d'at fer shure,' cackles going about his day with the grot's and gretchen's.
Wish me luck on this one, Hope it gets entered into a competition on FB for some nice stuff, i just want to get my mini work out there, so all the help is well loved <3))