Huh, wuts dis den? Lotta big ships near dat rok. I may 'ave ta get more of me boyz from da ova big roks. And bring in da space 'ulk. Some of doze ships will look might fine in da 'old of dat fing. *Shudders, or at least as much as an Ork can* I feel a great diss turbance in da WAAAAAGHH! Loike a real runty grot 'as me 'at on 'is 'ead. Wut a 'orrid fing to fink, dat is. Ain't proppa, not one bit. Oi Ded 'Ead, get da ova lazy mekz and 'as im get to work on more of doze kans! Dey want to use grots, we'll use grots and some dakka jetz set up as well.
*Still welding* Huh...Jus' made mez a guud mask fer dem gasses. Heh. Oi youz Grotz, Iz gettin' bored. Open 'er up. *Roof of cage blows open, along with all the sides of the cage* ...You darn grotz, youz was only meant to blow da bloody doorz off! Still, Jobz done. Now, where iz da beauty? *Steps over to Carnifex cage* 'Ello dere, might I sayz, you iz bootiful. *picks up daydreaming grot* As a token of me esteemd gratitood, take dis so Iz can make ya betta. *throws grot into the maw of the Carnifex* Keep chewin...dat's right... Grot, pass me da Waagh-Mind-Devicey fing. *Straps on device to distracted carnifex, making a satisfying hum as its stuck into the Carnifex's brain* How's dat? Feelz Orky? *The Carnifex looks down on Grot Stompa, almost like an oversized domestic squig*. Good Carny...I thinkz Iz will call ya.... *Looks at the array of spines, claws and biological death weapons* ...Snufflez... *Pulls down mask again, and takes out welder* Grot, getz me da scrap we got from dat generata on da way in, Iz feelin lucky!
*looks at security cameras, and looks back at Guard, and back at camera* did you just see what i just saw? Yes sir since when do orks have mind control devices? THAT WORK ON BLOODY TYRANIDS? well.... we are all dead..... unless...... wait, that might work..... hmmm..... UNLEASH THE RAGE-CONSUMED BLOOD ANGELS! *the ork and his carnifex are teleported back to the arena as the arena floor fills with insane rage-consumed blood angels, there are also a few Khornate Bezerkers who are also bat-shit insane*
*Grot blows Air Horn, making everyone stop momentarily, as Grot-Stompa shouts across them* You gitz are ment to be Rivuls, yeah? *Blood Angels & Bezerkers make a Managerie of meaty mess with eachother* Normul & Spikey Umies will never get along...make guud watchin though! Now get me dat paint. Snufflez is almost dun!
*but there were more blood angels, so they won, but they were rage filled and all killed each other* *blank face* SHIT unleash the battle servitors *battle servitors fill the arena, along with the 20 foot tall big bertha (who has the giant cattle-prod-thing and a LOT of heavy bolters)*
*Turns and lifts up mask* Dun look so bad. Grotz...see dat big umie bot, right? In dere, Iz hidden a bukkit ov Fried Squigwingz. Furst wun to find em, getz to eat em all! Chances are, dat dere right in da heart, so get yer wrenchez and dismantul away! *3 Grots speed off, dust possible trailing behind, as they leap into the mechanical sides and start-a-tinkerin'* Dat'll take bout 5 mins. Dem Grotz are good at breakin stuff. But first! *hits button on carnifex "additions" to bring up a Kustom Forcefield infront of the beast* *Grot-Stompa ungracefully hobbles into a cockpit, on the top of Snufflez* Lets get sloggin'! Waaaagh!
ohhhh, this'll be good UNLEASH EVERYTHING! *a lot of ex-guardsmen, bezerkers and all other randoms sorts of whatever crazy stuff you can think of floods the arena*
