The journey through the warp was relatively uneventful. There was the usual tussling betweenv arious members of the krew. It was higly probably the lower rungs of the ship's hierarchy would have shifted greatly once more by the time the ship left the warp. Gromsnok didn't care about this thoug. Quite the contrary in fact, he woulds tart getting worried if there wasn't any fighting going on in the lower decks. As that usually meant one of two things in orkish society. Either all the boys there were dead, or they had rallied under a single leader. Both were things gromsnok would quite pointedly not like.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, on the heavily damaged human cruiser, a plan was being set in motion. A hapless guardsman forced into the clothing of the captain was being manhandled into the captain's seat. The man was a simple guardsman by the name of Leonard. He was just another infintestimal cog in the massive war machine of the imperium, and yet he, of all people, had the misfortune of becoming the axis of a plan that could forever scar a world with the taint of greenskins.<br/><br/>Had he been a greater man than he was, he might have put up some covert resistance. He hadn't the mental faculties to hide a message through paly on words nor the physical attributes necesarry to even consider putting up a fight. Worse yet, his family had somehow become involved with this. Twas quite a strange tale how they ended up along with him. A tale of favors fulfilled and politicians pulling strings. But that was a story for another day. For now, all he could do was nervously wait as about a dozen or so orks had their shootas trained on him.<br/><br/>And then, the crucial moment came. The broken ship limped out of the warp. Its vector of approach gave it quite a good look over the planet the ship was supposed to fly towards, and the view would have been breathtaking had the situation on the ship been different. The planet was a forested one, with most of the surface dominated by large swathes of forest interspersed by large, flowing rivers. Near the equator, the forests thinned. Making room for vast plains that stretched out for unimaginable distances. Towards the poles, the forests thinned into icier terrain. There were probably taigas in the ice regions, but such was hard to make out due to the distance between the ship and the planet. The planet itself wasn't the only thing to see though. There were also various ships dotting the skies. Quite a few were civilian in nature, but most were military vehicles. It was a battlefleet set to protect the forest planet of Yser againnst all that would treathen it.<br/><br/>Of course, such a vigil would be paying quite a bit of attention, and it wasn't long until the limping cruier was noticed. A hail was made by another cruiser. 'Oy lads, how do we put this screen on' one of the nobs asked out loud as the orks scrambled to receive the message. After some difficulty, one of the boys hit a button at random, and the screen spring to life. It showed a stern-faced man wearing the same fatigues as the fearful guardsman. 'Captain, report! What happened to this vessel!' the guardsman looked somewhat fearfully in the face of the commanding officer. A natural reaction for an indoctrinated mind such as that of a guardsman. He stammered for a while and then blurted out. 'O... Orks! We were attacked by orks!"<br/><br/>The man on the screen looked concerned now. 'Orks you say? and what happened then?" The guardsman stammered, though it was less pronounced now. 'We... we managed to fight them off Emperor bless! But not withouit casualties. The techpriests say the machine spirits are in great pain, and the crew has been decimated!' The other captain seemed to contemplate this for a moment. 'Alright, we'll send a relief team to provide medical support. Fill me in on the details.'<br/><br/>Leonard sighed deeply. He wwas already having shivers going down his spine from the sheer idea of lying to a higher-ranked officer. If this were a normal situation, a Commisar would have shot him thrice over already. Still, the orks hadn't shot him yet, so that was something he was doing right. And then, somewhat hesitantly, he started telling a heavily altered version of the clash between the Ramma 'o gork and the now ruined cruiser.<br/><br/>As this diversion was going on in the bridge, other things stirred on the lower decks. The moment the ship had slipped out of the warp, A detachment of the looting Kommandos had been making preparations to infiltrate the rest fo the battlefleet. They strapped themselves into 'Kustom flyin Suits'. Crude spacesuits made from squig leather and various gubbins to make them look all 'Fly-able'. Their method of propulsuion was equally crude. The 'space-thrustas', as they were called. Were little more than downsized starship engines attacked to a fuel supply of refined promethium. Of course, such a device would never work if not for the orks rather peculiar ability of 'bending the rules' when they believed it to be so. And Orks, simple creatures as they were. were too stupid to realize a combustion engines would never work in the vacuum of space.<br/><br/>The plan of the kommandos was simple, they'd just jump out into space and onto the other ships. Any that made the trip alive and in one piece would look for an entry point on whatever ship they ended up latching onto. After that, they'd sabotage ship systems, kill crewmen, and generally do as much as possible to disrupt fleet operations.<br/><br/>They were on a tight deadline. half an hour from now, the Ramma 'o gork' would arrive, and depending on how the kommandos did, the krooza would either be flying into a shooting gallery or a deathtrap.