Gromsnok was still savoring in his victory, sitting atop the burnt out wreck of the tank he had personally punched to a standstill. The green tide of his underlings swarmed below him. Lootas were scouring the battlefield, already refurbishing some of the more intact vehicles and making em nice and orky. Painboyz were looking for the boyz that were still moving around but weren't standing up on their own, and nobz were looking for trophies to brag about later.<br/><br/>Gromsnok's lust for battle had been sated for now however, as he had figured the rest of the krew needed him to point them in the right direction. Personally taking the field in an engagement was fun and all, but commanding hordes of greenskins with simple hand gestures also had an appeal all of its own. The lesser meks had already pulled together something vaguely resembling a fortified house. Gromsnok laid claim to the first hut in the area with a simple growl and a glare, which made the meks clear out of what they had hoped would become a workshop.<br/><br/>Gromsnok waited around for his underlings to scavenge together the equipment needed for a right an proppa kommandin hut. The somewhat familiar microphone that Gromsnok had used earlier to taunt the entire planet came up again, cobbled together into a crude radio. "Alright ya gitz, if ya lot krump somethin, ya shout about it on dis 'ere radio network, if our boyz get krumped, ya shout abouddit. If dem pinkskinz try an' do anyfing kunnin, ya shout about it!" The general orders were relayed all over the planet, the airwaves were unprotected for now, but the meks were already mounting some weird device on the vox that would make the orkish communications hard to hear for any non-ork vox operator. Of course, the device was just a random assortment of scrap, but the meks honestly believe it worked, and so it did.<br/><br/>After some more moments, a group of gretchin came in carrying a hastily made replica of Gromsnok's throne. They had barely set the giant chair down before gromsnok let himself fall into it with the care and grace of a drowsy squiggoth. One of the gretchin who had still been manouvering his fingers out form under the metal construction screamed out in startled pain as his fingers were summarily smashed. Every ork in the room, including Gromsnok, had a brief laugh about this, but relative order quickly returned.<br/><br/>Gromsnok overlooked the interior of the kommand hut. A table was being set up with a planetary map housing a rough approxuimation of the current tactical situation. the orks were obviously represented as large metal figurines painted red and with jagged edges all over. Human garrisons were represented by the orkish interpretation of humans, still buff by normal standards, as anything weaker than that simply couldn't be comprehended by the orkish mind, but ûny in comparison to the orkish figurines.<br/><br/>Gromsnok smiled to himself. The great game of looting an planet was beginning in earnest.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>Grakfrazzle muttered and complained to himself, even right now, far away from any real battle, he was already feeling the background psychic signature of a planetwide invasion of greenskins. His minders calmly followed behind, stopping every so often when another headache shot through their ward's head. Headaches in a weirdboy were never a good thing, so they had to pay attention to count how long the intervals between two headaches were. If said intervals were getting shorter, that was usually the time to start worrying. The headaches were on a regular schedulde for now though, so the minderz were relatively relaxed. They were unusual orks the minders, calm, oftentimes rather silent. No orks knew or wanted to know how the painboyz made them that calm, but it was perfect for the job they needed to do.<br/><br/>In the distance, the din of war could be heard, the excited voices of orks occasionally overtaking the explosions of all shapes and sizes tearing the landscape apart. Grakfrazzle had no particular desire to go there, but the minderz subtly corrected him every time he tried to change course. They were getting closer, and Grakfrazzle was beginning to hear the splitting buzz of hunreds of orcish minds all screaming their random thoughts to the warp. The weirdboy could already feel another headache coming up, jsut moments after the previous one. A battle was going on nearer than what was immeaiately apparant. And then, the weirdboy and his escort walked out of the trees and into an unexpectedly close warzone. The fighting seemed to have been going on for quite a while, as corpses of man and ork alike were beginning to pile up across the battlefield.<br/><br/>The psychic buzz was overwhelming in grakfrazzle's mind now. If memory served, it was at the worst it could get. He figered he might as well get stuck in closer. His zappin stikk, which he had held firm to the ground, rose up, removing an important grounding for the static electricity that the orkish psyker constantly generated. The minderz knew what was going to happen, so they all piled up as close to the weirdboy as they could. Sparks flew off of Grakfrazzle's copper helmet, and he concentrated on a patch of open space somewhere closer to the ork-dominated side of the battlefield.<br/><br/>The critical buildup of psychic energy finally proved too much for the material world to handle, and a temporary breach to the immaterium opened up. The orks had nothing to fear, the trip took only a moment, and they were shielded by the mind of Grakfrazzle, but for that moment, the minerz could hear the world the way Grakfrazzle heard it. A hundred thousand voices, all set towards roughly the same goal, and never shutting up about it.<br/><br/>And just like that, with a soun not unluike a thunderclap, the weirdboy and attached squad popped up in the middle of the fight. The sudden appearance of more orks seeme to startle nearby guardsmen. Grakfrazzle snorted briefly,a nd then turned to his minderz. 3Keep da gitz offa me, I can't zap em if dey's bashin my 'ead in." And with that said, the Psyketr started pushing around the sotred energy in his body. It felt like a constant electrical shock to him, but he was used to the feeling. to the outside, all that seemed to be happening was a slight buildup of static electricity, occasionally sparking to some metal bit on the weirdboy's wargear. The minderz had taken position in a half circle around their ward, Shooting back at anyone with the audacity to shoot at 'their' weirdboy.<br/><br/>And then, a charge came through. A commisar wa heading a desperate push to slow down the orcs so the rest of the attack force could move into better firing positions. The man had no problem dying a martyr for the imperial cause, and so he led by example to inspire the guardsman to that same level of fervor. "Die, you foul Xeno scu..." The man said before being abruptly cut off by a bolt of psychic energy that rendered him a charred husk. "'Ere we go!" Grakfrazzle said as he lifted his stikk up from the ground again. The minderz dove to the ground, shouting "Ya boyz better get on da ground 'ere an watch da 'splosions'." diving to ground was the right thing to do, as Grakfrazzle's zaps of electricity blasted anything nearby indiscriminately. The wanton explosions of psychic energy everywhere sollicited some excited laughs from the orks that had had the sence to go to ground, which only doubled the amount of power the weirdboy was channeling.<br/><br/>Grakfrazzle's eyes were still somewhat glowing with energy after the deed was done. Of the charge of guardsmen, only charred corpses and half-vaporized wargear remained, some orks had met the same fate, but all and all, it had been a pretty good attack. "No 'eads exploded... gud" The weirdboy simply remarked as he wandered off away from the battle, only to be stopped and turned back around by his minderz. "Can't a weirdboy get a break 'ere!" He finally said,a s he was dragged off to finish off the guardsmen.