There are few people who would deny the orks were a savage and chaotic  breed of xenos, even so, the utter disorder with which an orkish ship made planetfall was staggering. Already, before any sort of order was given, some smaller bands of orks were already on their way to the planet's surface. Whether it was overconfidence, impatience, or simply bad communication, an orkish invasion wasn't so much an organized strike as it was an excersize in throwing bodies at a problem until it was solved.<br/><br/>Unsurprisingly, quite a bit of the vanguard force would never make it to the planet. Whether due to planetbound guns shooting the ramshackle drop craft out of the sky, or said craft just failing and disintegrating on their own. Still, one or two always made it through, like even the sturdiest armor could not block all attacks. These few lucky greenskins penetrated the phalanx of planetary defences.<br/><br/>These few vanguard forces, unbeknowst to the tactically moronic orcs, were an important part of an orc invasion. Even if the planet hadn't had feral orcs before, the arrival of even as single orc meant the planet would forevermore be plagued by the greenskins. And the earlier the orcish incubation cycle started, the faster the invading force could replenish their numbers.<br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>Gromsnok stomped through the ship towards the hangar. "Oy gitz, are da roks ready fer lootin yet!" He bellowed to the nearest mekboys frantically preparing vehicles. One of them dropped what he was doing to afress the warboss. "Um... yea boss... Some of da boyz already took dere roks to da planet."<br/><br/>Gromsnok inhaled deeply, and then exhaled a gust of warm air on the mekboy, who was understandably somewhat tense. "Right... dat means da humiez 'll be firin dere Dakka on dem hasty gits! Get some big boom 'fings and drop em on wherever da hoomie dakka Is comin from."<br/><br/>Big boom 'fings. An idea gromsnok had one day when staring in the pretty lights of the warp. They were for all intents and purposes little more than enormous hunks of scrap metal with unreasonable amounts of explosives strapped to them. Still, to anyone's knowledge, this was probably the closest an ork had gotten to thinking up heavy duty orbital bombardment.<br/><br/>Almost as soon as Gromsnok had given the order, the hangar had scrambled to bend to his demands. Small gretchin were pushed around to roll out the ramshackle bombs, Mekboys haphazardly mounting the things while they moved to make some last minute adjustments... Which were really just them randomly rearranging wiring and such.<br/><br/>And then, the bombs were mounted to the fighta-bommas. The flyboys quite liked using big boom 'fings for how easy it was to deploy them. all instruction needed was to simply fly to the general direction of the target, unstrap the bomb, and then hang back with a pack of squig snacks to watch whatever was the target light up like a miniature sun.<br/><br/>And so, Gromsnok watched as the fighta Bommas set forth to deliver their deadly payloads. As was the Orkish philosophy concerning firepower, the amount of planes was massive overkill for the situation at hand. Still, it would likely make a very impressive explosion.