All was set up and ready. The internal systems were prepared and the thrustaz were fuelled up and roaring to go. All around the Rok, Orky 'pilots (if they could be called a such, since their 'steering' tended to be a case of 'try and at least get it within a few dozen kilometres of the intended target) scurried around, checking jury-rigged consoles and making last moment checks. "Jobz a gud 'un!" The lead pilot bellowed out, the barely contained glee at finally being able to launch the Rok down at the Humans on the planet being obvious in his voice, and in response all sealed hatches and airlocks into the Rok were immediately sealed and made ready. Surrounding Orkz scattered off to safe zones, and all were readied. 'Ere they go!<br/><br/>With the resounding thunderous clanging of crude Orkish levers and pulleys, and the screeching of metal on metal, the Rok 'bay' was opened, it's colossal doors sliding open to fully expose the scale of the Orkish kunnin'. The single gargantuan Rok hung in complete silence for several moments, then, it disgorged from the underbelly of the Ramma O' Gork at a murderously high speed. It rocketed through space, much to the absolute glee of the Orkz in t's interior. The Rok reached low orbit in a matter of minutes, crashing through the skies like a gun-laden meteorite. From the Orkz, all that could be heard was a single thunderous chant: "Ere We Go! Ere We Go! Ere We Go!!!"<br/><br/>The impact alone was akin to several days of artillery bombardment, as thousands of tonnes of space debris smashed full on into the planet, creating a large earthen crater and throwing up thick plumes of dust and dirt into the sky above. Their trajectory was fully better than expected, close enough to a small Imperial outpost to Krump them, and yet close enough to the (not-so-planned-out) Orky landing spot.<br/><br/>Immediately, large bore guns began to fire, rickety machineguns filled the air with red hot bullets, and large kannons fired deceptively powerful, and deafening, shells. The dust cloud over the landing spot only grew higher, someone stood in the cloud would not even be able to see their own hands, let alone the clanking horde of monstrously augmented Orks that were to be released.<br/><br/>"WWWWAAAGGGHHHH!!!" The Big Mek roared as landing doors were thrown open and hatches unsealed. He and hundreds of Orks, each more hideously altered than the last, poured out into a rampaging green carpet of muscle and urty' bitz...straight towards the outpost...<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Competent as all the Assassinorum's agents. Be on your way, Assassin." Avitus nodded and finished up issuing the Assassin with her orders, he trusted in the agents to be as competent as ever and placed trust in their abilities to carry out their tasks. Snapping back to his comm officer, Avitus said to the man. Rally all comm links outside of this citadel, I want to know where every single damn Ork ship hits this planet!"<br/>"Aye sir!" Came the reply as the comms officer scrambled to hail all signals outside of the main citadel - which would prove to be an arduous process given the sheer number of forward bases on the planet.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Septima merely nodded at the words of the commissar before turning back the way she came and walking off. Her training and experience made dealing with greenskins to be almost trivial, though not all Orkz were entirely predicable.