Vadug had waiting with paused breath to see if the gun emplacements and batteries on-board the 'Ramma O' Gork' were going to return fire to the human ship, damage wasn't his main concern but rather that the guns could spew out enough dakka to damage the human ship. There'd never be enough dakka, but there was enough to take down the runty human vessel with ease. The tension mounted as Vadug hoped that some git hadn't tinkered with the kannonz without his approval, 'experimenting' was something best left to smaller weapons when the possibility of space combat was high.<br/><br/>His concerns had been for nothing however, as the first salvoes of Orky kannon-fire were audible. Rushing over to a viewing port, he pushed several boyz out of the way as he hurried over to a window to watch the fire salvoes of Orky missiles and kannons impact on the hull of the human ship, subconsciously willing on each shot to penetrate the hide of the human ship. The damage was negligible, the human mekz had probably activated their shielding to stop most of the damage, kowardz. "Right den." Vadug muttered to himself upon seeing the human shielding, he already had a good enough plan for stopping the ship from leaving...and the next attack from the Ramma would totally annihilate the shielding anyway.<br/><br/>The Big Mek didn't notice the human vessel powering up it's engines for a jump into the warp, as he had taken his gaze from the window and had begun to mobilize some of his most prized creations, the Cyborkz. Each was already a towering brute of an Ork, with thick slabs of muscle and enough strength to easily crack a human's bones. But they were further enhanced with machinery, legs and arms replaced with bionic replacements or fitted with weaponry, torsos fitted with enough armour plating to withstand bolter fire, jaws replaced with cybernetic maws capable of crushing steel, and eyes replaced with glowing red replacements. Many of these enhanced soldiers were already on the same deck as Vadug himself, which made the task far more easier than once thought.<br/><br/>"Cyborkz and my gitz! Get yer hidez 'ere and follow me! When da ship ramz da oomanz, we'z gonna go right fer der enginez!" Vadug bellowed out to an amassed horde of the semi-robotic, Orkz and the normal Orkz that composed his Spanna boyz. "Moskrar, yer with me like normal." He added to address the towering mega-armoured nob that was stood next to him. If was luck enough that Vadug was practically always armed with enough choppy to make mincemeat of most infantry and light armour, as was the main reason to have multiple cybernetic limbs. Even some dakka there as well, given that the welder could be used as a burna if things turned sour.<br/><br/>Vadug was content with his orders when he felt the Ramma O' Gork rock and shake with the force of a large impact, the ramming had been a success as shown by the large gaping hole now present in the hull of the Imperial Navy Patrol Cruiser. No shielding would stop this ship of Gork! "Come on ladz! To da breech!" Vadug bellowed once more as he rushed over to a boarding hatch and flung it open, leading his Spanna boyz into the breech alongside a great howling mob of slugga boyz.<br/><br/>Outside the confines of the ship, Vadug could already see the tell-tale shapes of Orky Fighta-Bommaz engaging the fighter craft of the Imperial Navy. The former seemed to be winning the overall fight, as the sheer number of Orky fightaz made it difficult for the Imperial Navy fighters to regroup and pick off targets. "Come on ya grotz!" Moskrar bellowed this time, sending a great clang of metal every time his mega-armoured feet stomped down on the metal plating of the ship.<br/><br/>The point of impact was a pure bloodbath, dead human guardsmen lay dead and strew across the deck compared to a relatively few amount of Orkz. "Ha! Der panzee gunz can't even hurt an Ork!" One of the Spanna boyz shouted upon seeing such a scene of carnage. It was a beautiful sight to the Orks, the only thing missing was someone to actually krump. But there would be enough humans to kill towards the engines, the humans always had their panzee guardsmen there. "To da enginez, we need to stop da gitz from runnin'!" Vadug bellowed as he hurried off towards the main engine chambers of the Imperial Navy vessel.<br/><br/>The resistance was minimal and the Spanna boyz managed to crush through any desperate survivors from the impact point with ease. Power Klawz snapped humans in twain while kustom mega blastaz vaporized guardsmen from a distance. Even two of the human mek boyz, the Tech Priests, had come to meet the boarders in combat. One brandished a large cog-toothed axe, while the other carried an ornate sword and pistol. "Deyz mine!" Vadug called out to the rest of his boyz. The axe wielding human came at him first, swinging the weapon in a wide and brutal arc, but the weapon was turned away by the monstrous powerkaw the big mek wielded. One of his bionic limbs armed with a gargantuan 'karryin' klaw' came down upon the shoulders of the human while buzzing rotary saws sliced him into small chunks.<br/><br/>"You ooman mek boyz are panzees!" He called out to the other tech priest, waving a few chunks of the other priest at him. A few shots from the human's ornate brass-covered pistol came in return, many dissipating on the mek'z armour, but one managed to hit the unprotected portion of Vadug's right arm...it didn't work out well for the tech priest...<br/><br/>In the meanwhile, his Spann boyz had truly broken the spirit of the Imperial Guardsmen, but they held only due to the barked orders of a Commissar wearing a black trench coat and brandishing a smoking bolt pistol. His skull lined cap had been tattered and slightly burned, likely by an Ork, but yet he fought on and expected the lesser guardsmen around him to do also. One of the guardsmen, he couldn't have been more than two decades of age, came up to the Commissar and quite literally squealed "Sir! We can't hol-..." His cowardly lines were cut short by a bolt round straight through he skull as the Commissar executed the man for cowardice. "There will be NO RETREAT! We will not surrender to these savages! Fight you dogs! Fight!"<br/><br/>Moskrar had a target now. He could tell that the human in the trench coat as the human equivalent of a Nob leader, someone who was bigger and 'arder than the rest of the soldiers around him...Moskrar wanted to test that. Striding forth alongside several equally well armoured Cyborkz, through a small hail of lasgun fire that left smouldering scorch marks across his yellow mega armour, the towering nine foot ork made his way right for the Commissar. "Oi da git in da black! Come on ya grot! If ya ain't a koward!" Even as he taunted the Imperial Officer he fired his immense shoota at the guardsmen around him, shredding flesh and punching clean through the flimsy flak armour they wore.<br/><br/>"Hold men! Purge the Xenos!" Came the reply of the human officer, his chainsword clutched in his bloodied left hand. "I will deal with that brute personally in the name of the Emperor!" He added with a shout as left from cover at the Ork Nob. The guns of the Cyborks around his were trained on the guardsmen he left behind, and a worryingly few amount of bullets came his way.<br/><br/>"Maybe you ain't such a grot den!" Moskrar answered as he watched the runty black-clad human rush at him, his tiny and pathetic chainsword held like it could actually do damage. "Come on!" The Commissar attempted a deep thrust towards the Ork with his chainsword, it was a feeble move but he had to bolster the courage of his men one way or another. Moskrar simply let the human try to stab him, he knew that human chainswords were terrible weapons for stabbing...Then he attacked. With a great swing his power Klaw, Moskrar pummelled the Commissar into the ground and stomped on his legs with a sickening crunch of bones breaking. "See ya git, no ooman can beat an Ork!" Moskar bellowed at the fallen Commissar, who was critically wounded. "Ya 'ead will make a good trophy though!" The Ork finished as he reached down to the Commissar's neck with his power klaw, and promptly severed the man's head from it's body. Picking the head up, the Nob proudly presented it before sticking it onto a spare spike on his armour, and getting back into the fray.<br/><br/>The fray however had been destroyed in it's utmost. Dead Imperial Guardsmen were strewn across the decks in various levels of mutilation or bullet-ridden. Even Vadug, his Big Mek Charge, had survived and chopped up two human mek boyz. "Dat, now dat was a gud skrap." Moskrar said aloud with a large toothed grin on his face.<br/><br/>"Yeah, but dem ooman enginez still need stoppin'. With dere mek boyz ded, dere ain't no way the enginez will work after we'z done!" Vadug answered as he walked towards the engine room. "Get goin' ladz!" He called out to his cyborkz and Spann boyz. "Mekz! You get in 'ere. We'z got enginez to break!" The mekz among the group let out a massed cheer of excitement as they rushed over to help Vadug in breaking down the human engines.