The trukk's driver made things easy to keep track of, jus' jump out when the siren rang. Gromsnok could easily do that. Of course, even the short while in the trukk was one made almost unbearable by impatience.Many of the orks fidgeted around with their wargear, and some looked jumpy enough to start firing right at that moment already.<br/><br/>And then they drove into battle, Gromsnok had of course been firing wildly the moment something not green and ork-shaped had come into the line of fire. He wasn't a bad moon though, and thus lacked the innate talent for firing from a moving vehicle. Of course, even with the terrible accuracy, a few guardsmen were shot death by the sheer volume of lead and plasma The kaptin's kustom shoota was putting into the air.<br/><br/>And then, loud enough to drown out both the din of heated combat and the trukk's roaring engines, the siren rang.This was gromsnok's moment. He waited for a moment when jumoign out wouldn't be too suicidal, and then launched himself out of the vehicle as graciously as a green hulking brute in solid metal armor would ever be. Inertia did its work, and his momentum carried him for a few moments more, until finally he came to a stop on top of a particularly unfortunate guardsman. The red smear gromsnok left behind him after this suitably orky style of disembarking would be but one of many.<br/><br/>Gromsnok looked behind him to see his personal gurd hadn't been as 'ard and strong as he had been. Some of them had landed on things harder than a guardsman's viscera, others had imply fallen badly, and still others hadn't jumped at all. Being too caught up in their wild shooting from within the trukk. A lucky few had landed unscathed, either out of dexterity or from the same dumb luck that had protected Gromsnok. "Get 'arder ya half-pinkskinned gits!" Gromsnok shouted at them. He wasn't going to let such things as a few of his personal guard breaking bones deter him from finding the biggest pinkskin around. And zog it if the lads wouldn't step up their game themselves.<br/><br/>It didn't take long to find the aforementioned biggest fight around. A local guard officer of a rank that made him imprtant enough to evacuate had just sortied the base. He hadn't just walked out on foot though. Instead, he came chugging out in the infamous boxy shape of an imperial guard leman russ battle tank. As fate would have it, the officer's escape crossed paths with Gromsnok's rampage. The kaptin saw the tank rolling up just as he was beating an Orgyn to death with his Klaw. Naturally, the ork wasn't going to move, and neither was the tank gooing to change its course. "I'll show ya boyz how to be da 'ardest! All of ya look 'ere!"<br/><br/>Gromsnok's shoulda gunnas had been told about what to do when Gromsnok said what he just said. They stepped away from the shootas they were chained to, or at least as far as said chains would allow them to. Flipped open a panel on the space that accomadated their boss's hunched back, and simaltaneously pushed a big button, emblazoned with a quite telltale skull and crossbones. As this button was pushed, the back-mounted generator that powered Gromsnok's suit of armor suddendly revved and sputtered up. "Mega boosta iz ready Kaptin!" One of the gretchin shouted. Which was answered by a rather satisfied-looking grin from Gromsnok. It was the most approval the grot would probably ever see iin its short life, but it was probably still enough to give it quite a bit of respect amongst its wretched kin.<br/><br/>And then, Gromsnok took off. He wasn't just going to stand around and wait for the leman russ to get closer, no, he was going to show the stupid tank he was faster and 'arder than any panzy things the pinkskins built. The lookout that was sticking out on top saw Gromsnok's alarmingly fast approach and quickly shouted a report of the sight downwards. "One of the Orks is coming right for us!".<br/><br/>The imperial officer that sat in the armored vehicle was relatively young. From the weathered veterans surrounding him it was quite clear he had a lot less battlefield experience than any of them. Likely, he was one of the privilged few that joined the guard backed by wealthy and poerful military. "Let the ork come to us. He'll be shown the fury of the emperor through the crushing force of this tank!" He said, an arrogant tone in his voice. "But sir... He's huge! even for an ork!" The lookout backtalked. The officer looked up annoyedly, and then glanced over to his accompanying commisar. "Doubt for the capability of the techpriests? Commisar... If you will." the man said with a slight undertone of sadistic enjoyment.<br/><br/>The commisar was lining up his shot to the lookout, who was, instinctually, cowering away from the laspistol trained on his head. And then, the split second before the disciplinary officer pulled the trigger, an impact shook the entire vehicle. The bickering inside the Vehicle had given Gromsnok the chance to approach into melee range unchallanged by defensive weapons. The Migthy ork set his foot down a few moments before the leman russ would hit him and flung forth his mega claw, punctuating the strike with an all too well known battlecry.WAAAAAGH! It hit with all the momentum Gromsnok's running had built up, along with the already titanic natural strengh the Orkish warboss had.<br/><br/>Both Gromsnok and the leman russ had gone from top speed to a dead halt. For a moment, everyone within earshot fell silent, an expectant moment heavy with anticipation to see one or the other fall. The more hopeful guardsman hoped the russ would now obliterate the ork with point-blank weapons fire, while the orks were waiting for an explosion. And then, something fell to the ground with a clang. It was an axle of the leman russ. Another clang, one of the weapons fell of its sponson. Smoke was starting to billow out of the engine compartment. Gromsnok snorted for a moment before shouting once again. "And dat is how ya're da ardest!"<br/><br/>The lookout, who had seen all this, took his gamble, he vaulte himself out of the vehicle and ran for his life. Perhaps luckily, Gromsnok hadn't considered the puny guardsman worthy of his attention. Inside the vehicle, chaos reigned. Occupants had been thrown and shaken about. "What in the name of the emperor was that?!" The officer shouted. The commisar, still having some determination left to finish his task of exterminating the disloyal lookout, climbed upwards to give pursuit. He was greeted by a monstrous shadow looming over him. The man only had a moment to register what he was looking at before Gromsnok's Klaw came down again, Crushing the commisar's torso and tossing him aside. "Oi! dere's gitz in dis can. Let's have some fun wif da burna!" Gromsnok gleefully exclaimed as he positioned his claw above the tank hatch. the small flame that had stuck out almost unnoticably from the edge of his claw flared up, and the tank was filled with a terrible inferno. The imperial officer burned for quite some time before expiring. Time spent in regret of the mistakes that had lead to this fate, and also, rather obviously, in agonizing pain.<br/><br/>Gromsnok looked around to survey the battlefield. It seemed the humanz had been mostly routed, some smaller skirmishes were still ongoing, but the base had been mostly overtaken by the green tide. Gromsnok wasn't satisfied with this alone though. While there would certainly be some good loot in the base, he had heard of the shiny flash the humans had, and he quite doubted he'd find anything that flashy in a smaller outpost like this one. " OY ya grotz, get me one of dem pinkskin talkin devices."<br/><br/>Gromsnok was referring to a vox caster. The devices used for planetside battlefield communication by the imperial guard. It took a few moments, but the lootas quickly scrounged up one that was stillk working. They handed it off to Gromsnok, who ordere his shoulda gunnaz to man the equipment. He Inhaled deeply and broadcasted a message that all orks would approve of.<br/><br/>"We got dis 'ere base! Ya want it back? Come geddit!"<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/><br/>Back up on the ramma, a few orks were banging on a bulkhead. Gromsnok had just left for planetside, and it was clear this was a total deployment of all available forces. "Come on ya zaphead! Get ovah 'ere already!" They said. though strangely, not as loud as one would expect from an ork. The orkz were the minderz of one of the few weirdboys on the crew that Gromsnok considered reliable enough to not immediately jettison into space for fear of ship destruction.<br/><br/>Behind the bulkhead were the weirdboys private quarters. A special space jutting out of the ship's topside hull, complete with its own defense measures and all. A special design evocative of Weirdboy hutz. Through some kink of orky engineering, the peculiar shape provided a suitable drain for the excess power that the weirdboyz gathered, shooting the wayward WAAAGH! energy off into the empty abyss. It was quite a waste to see all that energy shoot off into the stars, but it was better than accidentally blasting a hole in the hull every other week.<br/><br/>In the weirdhutz, as the jutting space was called, Grakfrazzle prepared himself. It was a rather boring ritual. He strapped on the collection of scraps and glass shards that made that signature clanging sound wherever he went, and then he took his stikk. His cap was on his head, where it almost always was. The weirboy reached to a spot on the back of his head and scratched. To an observer's horror, he was scratching an itch on his exposed brain tissue. The ork himself only barely seemed to notice, as he finished scratching and slid his cap over the burned out spot.<br/><br/>He then opened the bulkhead to meet his minderz "Yeah, wot's goin on? Da headaches are worse den usual so somefing's happenin!" The weirdboy said to his personal escort. He could quite tolerate their existence. As unlike the presence of other orks, who caused a flaming migraine, they only rarely caused that level of discomfort. Usually, they felt more like a mild throbbing in the temples. One of the minderz stepped up and spoke, rather than shouted "Yeah, da kaptin found a big humie planet ta loot an' burn. Da roks are bein dropped right now!<br/><br/>Grakfrazzle mumbled something to himself as he walked along with the minderz to the rok they would be boarding. "Da git's listenin to da mork-impostor again..." The weirdboy mumbled inwardly. He alone knew what this strange sentence meant, and the orks paid it no mind, as weirdboys had always had a tendency to blurt out nonsense at random times. As the crew got closer to the bays were the roks were, a familiar and unwelcome feeling came to Grakfrazzle. The shouting, the anticipation, the headaches. He was getting close to 'normal' orks. Already, he could hear the invisible everlasting chorus of random thoughts and nonsense that every orkish individual vented out into the immaterium pretty much constantly. the WAAAGH! was thick, and already, sparks started to dance between the copped bits of Grakfrazzle's cap.<br/><br/>"Weirdboy comin through, get outta da way!" the minders told to any orks that obstructd the group's path. They didn't need to do this a lot, as most orks had strategicallly gone out of blasting distance the moment they had heard Grakfrazzle's clanging additions to his clothing. "Zog! Me 'ead's hurtin already!" The weirdboy announced, which only quickened the step of his escorts. It was only a few moments before htey had reached their assigned rok. It was a rather smaller one, made specially for a weirdboy and his minderz. A necesarry precaution developed after an ill-fated attempt at lumping a weirdboy in with a normal drop force ended with the entire rok being vaporized into a blast of psychic energy.<br/><br/>The moment the party had boarded the rok, the mekboys scrambled to get rid of what was essentially a ticking time-bomb to them. Sure, orks liked explosions, but they preferrednot to be catched within the blast radius when possible. Very quickly, the rok was deployed and hurtling towards the already war-torn planet below. The course was mostly uneventful, safe for the usual mechanical failings causing the rock to hurtle about in unexpected ways. And then, Grakfrazzle stood up. "Boyz! I iz tasting trouble, we need ta go!"<br/><br/>Another ork would have considered this statement the random blabbing of just another weirdboy. Grakfrazzle's minders however, had been with him for quite long. Long enough to know to take these statements seriously. They all converged upon the weirdboy, who was already tapping into the psychic energy he had soaked up earlier. And the, the rok was destroyed by a shell fired from one of the remaining planetary defense cannons. the crew on the ground thought it to be a minor victory against the green tide. What they unfortunately couldn't see, was the temporary gateway through the immaterium that was already fading away.<br/><br/>Grakfrazzle and his minders looked out over the plains of Ysera. The burning wreckage of what had once been their transport was making trails of black smoke in the sky. "Good 'fing ya lads know ta listen ta me!" Grakfrazzle boasted to his minders. "Yeah" one of them answered quickly. another one changed the subject. "Now, we go to ta nearest fightin and we point ya at da pinkskinz." Grakfrazzle sighed at this statement. As much as doing what his minder said was the plan hurt him. It was the only thing he could do that was actually useful in a fight.. Not even the orcish standard of accuracy could be upheld with the frequent migraine attacks his condition gave him. And no sane assault squad would ever take him with them no matter how desperate amttersd were. A weirdboy that's stuck in 'eadbangs no matter what ya do after all.<br/><br/>"Well, get ta footsloggin will ya!" Grakfrazzle said as he set off to the nearest source of smoke in the sky that wasn't the wreckage of their rok.