After reading the message, the great green skinned creature let out a scoff, "Feh, dem Spikies...."<br/><br/>Some other of his kin were stooping over his shoulder to read the message also. Their expressions were something between incredulous and confusion. One of them spoke up slowly, "Watz dis 'falss em-pe-rar', boss? Dem Spikies don make any sense. Humies are humies, right?"<br/>"Dats cuz youz too dam' stupid to learn 'ow ta read properly. Shut yer gob." Their leader looked to his sides. The fat one was just about to sit back down on his chair, rubbing his bruised nose, while the smoking one looked on silently, "Sawtoof. Big Boy. Looks like wez got some blowin' up to do."<br/>"Kommandoz are all yours, boss." The smoking one called Sawtoof puffed nonchalantly.<br/>"Me mekboyz gots some good 'un stickie bombz we'z can use, fresh from da shops. We needin' da truks?" The other called Big Boy bellowed.<br/>Their leader pulled out a brown grime laden map from a nearby metal barrel as he spoke, "Da truks, da bombz, da blastas, everythin' we can use to knock 'em good." He trailed a lumpy finger across the lines, comparing what he sees with the map the Chaos Lord had provided him. "''Erez wat we gonna do."<br/><br/>A short moment of conferring ensued. A minute of quick explanations after, the commotion of mumbles and grunts ended as the trio got up from their chairs and went their separate ways to prepare. The leader stepped up to what appeared to be a small platform, his lumbering steps catching the attention of all his nearby kin. Some were still preoccupied with whatever they were doing.<br/><br/>With a booming voice, he shouted out loudly, "'Ead Smashas! I wantz some kommandoes and mekboyz to meet up with Sawtoof and Big Boy! I want some Nobz at my kommand table right now! No jabbering! No questions!"<br/>A chubby hand raised into the air, front row middle. The leader immediately grabbed the nearest sharp object, a large knife lodged into a rusty beam, and tossed it forcefully at his rather smaller kin, a violent fountain of blood spraying upon his comrades who only laughed mockingly at their fallen friend.<br/>"No questions! Boss Khazthrull sayz so!" Big Boy's voice shouted out from inside the crowd.<br/>"Get to it, boyz!"<br/><br/>Within minutes, Khazthrull was surrounded by four of his best Nobz, particularly large brutes who served as his 'honor guard'. They carried with them a heavy stubber each and melee weapons that range from menacing rusty axes to heavy hammers, handling thier deadly tools effortlessly in each bulky hand. Soon after, Sawtoof arrived with a team of five dark looking individuals, three armed with rifles, one with a flamethrower and another with a shody rocket launcher. Big Boy stepped up with a number of the smaller creatures, ten in all with three of their bigger kin. All of them were lightly armed but the dangerous explosives each one carried would allow little to be underestimated.<br/><br/>"Dis everyone?" Khazthrull shouldered a large bolter on his back and sheathing a monstrous red painted machete at his belt.<br/>"All dat we need, boss." Sawtoof cocked the huge gun in his arms.<br/>"On da truks then. I want dis whole operation done nice and sneaky like. Remember da plan."<br/>Big Boy chuckled as he lumbered over to the vehicles at the end of the floor, mumbling gleefully to himself, "Heheh, red makes 'em go fasta!"<br/><br/>After some coaxing, the green skins at the wheel roared the ramshackle engines to life, black smoke pouring out of their exhaust pipes. The four red painted trucks, once vehicles used by the working humans who looked after these tunnels years ago, sped off into a large circullar tunnel, entering the vast sewage system that was virtually the secret behind their successes on the surface. Winding around the smelly, grubby and dirty tunnels, past clogged and caved in pipelines, they headed in the direction of the primary generator complex in the upper cities, the knowledge of their devious mission and the anticipation of some want on destruction bringing toothy grins and twitchy trigger fingers to bear.