Rolla' put the Trukk in gear, engaged a shady-looking switch, and the Trukk shot ahead like a rocket. Like before, Rolla' didn't give one whit that the terrain was a little unruly - he smashed through anything small enough to smash and jinked between the things that wern't. As he was jinking through some rock spires, Rolla' used the trukk's rudimentary speaker system (normally reserved for warcries) to joke a little with his passengers. "Hey, boyz, an' welcome ter Rolla' "Bikespike" Swifttoof's bus! Tickets be wan loud warcry, so lemme hear y'all ready ter kill some pinkskin panzies, eh?" As he spoke, a few of the Evil Sunz crewing the trukk laughed, and at Rolla's insistance, gave up a warcry. Rolla' nudged one of his klan members, and let him take the steering wheel. Rolla' himself climbed upwards, red ribbons whipping in the wind, to position himself at the trukk's dakka.<br/><br/>Not a moment too soon! Rounding a corner, the truck found a small group of Stormtroopers, barely with their wits about them as the roar of the trukk's engine came upon them so suddenly. Laughing, the Evil Sunz in the trukk, Rolla' included, fired their weapons. With their habit of fighting in vehicles, their aim on a moving firing platform was steady and true - and the guardsmen that were not felled by dakka fire were squished beneath the trukk's wheels. Another big skirmish could be seen nearby, and Rolla' (unnessecarily) yelled for the driver to go there. The trukk sped ahead, roaring with fury, and weapons leveled and screaming death. Just before they hit the bulk of the Imperial defense lines, Rolla' turned to Gromsnok with a grin. "We'll try ter drop y'all off near da most important-lookin' pinkskinz, so ya' can 'ave da best fight. If ya' wan' tha, hop off when we use da siren!" Rolla' then went back to his dakka, and began shooting.<br/><br/>A loud crash and several bumbs in the road later, and the trukk was in the midst of a sea of humans. Just as the trukk reached this bastion's lieutenant, the sirens on it blared furiously.