There were a few pressured moments in which everyone waited for the gun crews to get their act together and start firing back. It was an all too common occurence for some pigheaded nob to walk over to one such station and decide 'he was gonna show dem gitz how it!s done. Oftentimes, this resulted in hilarious shenanigans such as the nob inadvertedly shooting himself off into space. This was all fun and good if it didn't cause long delays between firing salvos.<br/><br/>To gromsnok's satisfaction however, it seemed such intereference was not something that would happen today. The kannons in the ship's foreside aligned themselves. They would soon smash the enemy with synchronized salvos of explosive devastation. the kannons finished their movement. And a tense silence momentarily fell across the ship. It was shatered by the telltale blast of the two kannons firing their deadly payload. Every ork that could see outside subconciously followed the gargantuan shells on their trip through space. This time, they hit their mark, and the explosions rocked the Human cruiser as their projectiles had rocked the orkish vessel. There didn't seem to be any real hull damage yet, but that would come once the Cruiser's energy shielding had been smashed into some more. The kannons purpose was mostly to strip ships of shielding anyway, for the real hull damage was often done through simply ramming headfirst into the enemy.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, the retaliatory fire did seem to have some effect. The effect was quite displeasing though. It seemed the other ship was powering up its engines to jump away into the warp. Gromsnok wasn't having any of that. He would be entering the other ship right now, shielding be damned. "Alright boyz, ram right into doze gitz. Dey's trying to run away! No other ork questioned this tactic. It was generally a bad idea to question 'da boss's wisdom' after all. There was a sudden jolt as the engines were kicked up to maximuim power. The ship would ram into the other ship with devestating power. There would be the familiar shattering of hull. The entering and getting stuck in with the enemy crew. It was something Every ork was looking forward to.<br/><br/>And then, the glorious moment was there. The escape attempt of the imperial cruiser was cut short by the impact of the enormuous, orkish Kroozer. For a moment, it seemed the cruiser's energy shielding would deflect the impact. Then however, the barrier fizzled, and the hull was breached with a great crash. Every ork in the ship moved with purpose now. A variety of hatches and other openings on the foreside of the orkish vessel opened up and spewed forth the great green tide. What survivors there were at the point of impact were mopped up almsot within moments. By the time the killa kans had hauled themselves onto the enemy ship. The orks had firmly established a foothold on the enemy ship.<br/><br/>Gromsnok stood on top of a pile of unfortunate imperial crewmen. Some were burned. Others had been shot to shambles, still others had been crushed into an unrecognizable pile of gore, but all had made the mistake of not running away fast enough when the enormous ork had made his entrance. He turned again to his krew. "Alright boyz, you know the drill! Spread out and loot all the shiny gubbins. If any git is stupid enough to try and fight us, ya can krump em good! Though remember to take a few of em in one piece! Da doks want some new toys to poke into. And the squigs would also like to eat somethin pother than gretchin once in a while!.<br/><br/>And with that said, the warboss and his personal retineu stormed off to where he thought the command bridge was. The biggest and strongest enemies were to be found in that direction most of the time. And Gromsnok wouldn't be satisfied wiith some boring lowly crewmen to krump.