OOC: I promise to not fall into ward levels of mary/gary sueness "Sir, sir!" "Yes, my brother?" "Distress call from a world, its the orks sir! While the planet is outside of the 500 we can still arrive in due time and try to help the planets inhabitants" *The imperium as ever in danger....can I afford to ignore a waaagh? How high should this be on the priority list of purging* "How large is the waaagh?" "Undefined sir, largest numbers reported state 10 million" "Send 4th company, some elements of 1st and 10th they will tell us the true nature of this threat." "Right away sir!" and so the vessels entered the warp to emerge at this planet at a later date.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" Krol'jas shouted, finally hitting the trench, a few las rounds pinging harmlessly off his kustom armor. Vixen was there, having just jumped off of his shoulder, landing in the trench. She gave a shout, firing pulse rounds into nearby guardsmen, who were just as shocked to see a Tau amongst the Orks, as there were of the Orks themselves. "Whur's ye'r fancyhat 'oomie, 'oomies?!?!" Krol'jas shouted, his twin power axes cleaving through guardsman after guardsman, their limbs flying into the crowd. Back up upon the hill Thrakka and his Boyz were raining down the pain, dakka upon dakka firing into the host of guardsmen. There were even trying to not hit their own Boyz, something that Krol'jas told them to do on numerous occasions. "Foul xenos scum! Filthy Green BASTARDS!!!" A commisar shouted, cutting an Ork in two, flanked by guardsmen. He approached the line, honor guard in tow as he spotted the largest Ork in the fray. "OI! FANCYHAT!!!" Krol'jas shouted, pointing at the Commissar, noting the particularly fancy hat. "I WANT Y'ER HAT!!!" He smirked, approaching the Commisar, axes lowered. Vixen noticed this, pulling an Orkified Tau comm drone from her back, letting it lift into the air with a whirr. "Recording the fight, Boss!" She shouted, a grin on her face. Her Gretchin friends surrounded her as she commanded the drone, making sure she was safe. "A big one... Julius!" The commisar said, turning to one of his honor guard. "Bring me my dueling sword!" He shouted, the guardsman producing the sword from his back. "H-here you are, lord commissar..." The lowly guardsman said, bowing. "RIGH' YOU LOT! WATCH DIS!!! DIS IS GONNA BE DA BEST FIGH' EVAH!!!" Krol'jas screamed, slamming his fist to his chest several times. His boyz quit their fighting for a short moment, as well as Guardsmen, all surrounding the field between the two figures. "The loser's army shall depart... Agreed, Or-" The commissar began to say, before receiving a large Ork knuckle to his face. "AIN'T NO 'GREEMENTS 'TWEEN AN ORK AN' A PUNY RUNT WITH A FANCY HAT!!!"
The battle between Krol'jas, and the commissar was one of legend but mork (or was it gork?) that have krol'jas the brilliant idea to strike da got from behind but far away on the opposite end of the battle field a terrified grecthin was doing his best at trying not to crash the kila kan into a trench and explod this grecthin had no name but always wanted to be the boss. A wild shot from the steady stream of dakka coming from thrakkas deffgun blew up the kila kan next to the grecthin " eat it ya gitz " squealed the grecthin gleefully as many gaurds men fell to Krol'jas' choppas or drowned in the dakka coming from thrakka who was having a great time
As the one sided fight between Krol'jas and the commissar continued, Thrakka using some Morky tactics moved all sneaky like along the outer wall with some flash gitz and stik bomba boyz in tow.After a good distance from all the commotion, Thrakka ordered his boyz to start standing on each other shoulders and form an orky ladder so he could climb to the top of the wall. One by one the ork nobs began to climb on top of each other. Soon enough a giant 10 meter ladder comprised of ork bodies was slightly swaying back and forth along the wall. Thrakka looked up at the top seeing his chance to move. (Taking one last puff of his cigar Thrakka grabbed the bottom ork by his head and began climbing all the way to the top, Orks complaining the whole time as Thrakka large metal boots dug into their shoulders and necks. At last Thrakka lept over the top ork and was standing ont he battlements of the outer imperial wall) "Alright ya gitz (Thrakka said quietly as he reached down and started pulling orks up the wall) When da last of ya get up 'ere start plantin dem stikbomb chargez all round da support collumz! I'z gunna start movin toward dat big buildin wit da pointy end on top and seez if any of dem hummie bossez is hidin der." And with that Thrakka left his boyz and started sprinting towards one of the command towers. Upon reaching the base of the tower, Thrakka noticed a single imperial guard loading ammo boxes outside the entrance. Thrakka then turned his attention to the two gaurdsmen snipers on the balcony overlooking the eastern wall. As his orky luck would have it..they were facing the opposite direction. "Hehaaha perfekt (Thrakka said with a toothy grin)" (Quietly but quickly Thrakka rushed the single guardsman who noticed Thrakka all but too late) "Youz gunna make a fine frowin stik!" (Thrakka grabbed the guardsmen with his massive green hand and to avoid making noise with his shoota, threw the guardsman as hard as he could at the two snipers on the wall knocking them both off the wall to their deaths) "HAHA!! wait...ARRGG NO WUN WAS 'ERE TO SEE DAT? Dat wuz me best throw eva!!! AW ZOG IT"
Off in the distance, far from the Imperial City. There was a massive collection of Mekshops and Scrapyards, bristling with do-diligence of Meks, Burna Boyz and various grots frantically moving back in forth. At the center of this Orky Workshop was a large Mekshop, deep inside there was Mekboss Grimcog working on his pride and joy. His Kill Blasta tank known as "Deff'z 'Ead" a large tank in its own right with large array of shoota barrels mounted together inside the tank, Grimcog referred to the gun as a "Giga-Shoota". He has used it to destroy lots of enemy tanks and infantry alike, he uses white paint to keep track of his kills on the side of that tank. Grimcog is adding a cunning addition to his Kill Blasta, four small grot turrets on each side to help with being extra killy. One grot comes frantically running down the street of Cog Alley, as this settlement is known to by other Orks in the area. Carrying a makeshift vox and wearing a crude headset, his small green feet running through orks like a madman. He bursts into Grimcog's personal mekshop, he walks over while he is handing him the vox. "Boss! Boss! Dayz rought big fought goin' on rought next door! Should wez pop ova for chipz an' beer?" the grot lackey said in nasally tone with a wicked grimace on his goblinoid face. Grimcog stops a bit and listening to the Vox hearing chatter from both Orks and Imperial forces alike, his thriced lenses cybork eye glowed with malicious intent. He pounds the side of his Kill Blasta in a ryhmic fashion as his crew of ork boyz and grots alike came out, he gives them a nod and they return it back as they rush out of his mekshop. They are going about Cog Alley telling every ork they see to ready their trukks and wagons, as Mekboss Grimcog walks up on a catwalk above his mekshop. He grabs the mic and bellows into with a powerful heavy authoritative voice, "Alrought ya gits! Get ya arses in gear an' stop da starin' an' get ready for a WAAAGH!". His warband bellowed a great waagh that shook the loose bots off of nearby structures and vechiles, soon his boyz had several looted wagons ready, along with 5 trukk loads of spanna' boyz, following behind them were Gun Trukks and Gun Trakks armed with heavy ordance with group of Deff Dreads moving along the sides of the division. Lastly the Deff''z 'Ead came rolling out behind them, they swept across the tattered and shell-wracked battlefield like daemons from the warp. They unleashed a payload of Big Lobba shells at the Imperial defense as the trukks raced forward at break-neck speeds going into thick of the artillery fire to choppa the humans into bits. His deff dreads followed right behind the trukks stomping and cutting any imperial infantry to pieces along the way, not to mention shearing tanks open or bits off. His Kill Blasta tank perched up on a ridge with the Gun Trukks armed with Big Lobbas and Gun Trakks armed with Kill Kannons. He shouts over the orky vox comm within his tank, "Datz eet ladz, letz show dez 'umies whut da Leadbelchaz kan do! Sav' da bestest bits an' loot if ya kan an' kill any git dat tries ta take eet!"
Meanwhile, Shas'O T'olku Ol'nan Kais Lar'shi, or aka. Commander Flamewing smiled in glee. Everything had fallen into place. His Tau pathfinder and stealthsuit units reported and confirmed that from the Ork's chatter to everything, even hearing about Mekshops and Mekyards not far off. The orks would be right in between the soon-to-attack Tau forces and the Imperium. Yes, today he would strike, it was the best time to do. He would call the Imperium forces and do a mutual alliance to help annihilate the Orks. No matter the odds, as every other Tau commander had done, he would beat the Orks. Marker-lights were aimed in preparation towards the horde, Tau forces were ready to strike. Flamewing knew it was time. From his vantage point, he could see everything going on, from the mighty Imperial city to the Mekshops and Mekyards. He knew he had already won the battle, and headed back to his commanding office Flamewing decided it was time to contact the Imperium. As Tau shuffled around their strike base for preperations to commence attacks, He told the Tau in his commanding office to get out. Speaking to his command drone, he went to his command-link drone(yes, I guess he stole one) and told it this: Commander Flamewing: Drone, contact the Imperium. But on a secure channel, I don't want those Orks to even get a glimpse of what's coming. Make sure, I don't care how long it takes, just make it that the Orks can't listen. Tell me when you've got them. Drone: Yes sir. *Begins trying to contact the Imperium* Flamewing sat back down, calm. He was born into the ways of the code of fire, and would sure as hell make sure he did it.
High above the planet in the vacuum of space known a small tear in reality started to form. It glowed a light purple until the hole seemed to throw up a large chunk of space debris out of it. The space hulk, which looked like a giant metal meatball, finally broke through the warp and into real space. Anyone could tell by the paint and added guns that the space hulk belonged to the orks. This one, Razortoof, was owned by Boss Steelface. He was part of the Waaagh! in a different sector, but decided to break away when he thought he wasn't getting enough action. So, he shoved one of the weird boys into the navigation room and launched the space hulk into the Warp. Sure the weird boy was now a pile of goo and some daemons had hopped on during the flight, but it was fun! The boss sat upon the command throne as he aimed his twin linked shoota at the door and sent more daemons back into the nightmarish realm they came from. "Oi, where da zog did we end up?!" He yelled at the mekboys and grots working the ship controls. Some were already dead thanks to the daemons, but they were quickly swept into a corner to let new boys take their place. "Boss! I fink we jumped to a new sectah, I'z don't see any planetz we know!" Said one of the bigger mek boys as he punched the keyboard. Boss Steelface just rubbed the iron gob he wore along with his face plate. An obvious reason to why he was called Steelface. "Well get da boyz ready! We'z can settle down on that nice planet below." He yelled as he looked out the view port to eye the planet. Unknown to him, his weird boy had dropped him to the closest active ork Waaagh! Unaware that an Imperial City was already under siege by thousands of orks.
Almost immediately upon the Razortoof's entry, Tau early warning devices alert Commander Flamewing about the situation. Frustration was building up, the commander not pleased by trouble coming in just when his killing blow was poised. Nonetheless, he had to think of something. Flamewing had two plans: For one, he though he could go and assasinate the Warboss, that might send them into disarray. Secondly, he could just blow it up before it would ever reach the surface. Thinking about the second option was a easier option than no.1, but the issue was that it was a space hulk. Although Flamewing was granted several stealth-ships, taking a ship this ship was gonna be an issue...Unless he went for option 1. Flamewing pondered on...
