All I'm saying is, we have a lot of similar interests: So when this whole Arkhona business finally goes down, the Eldar and the Orks team up, push the other filthy Space Marines off the planet and then the orks get bored and leave. Whaddya say?
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!* *Traanslation: Clearly you do not understand Orks. There's a fatal flaw in this plan. There are still Eldar on the planet. In other words, still something to fight on the planet.
Esteemed Eldar, despite our shared heritage as servants of the Old Ones and our shared interest in weapons that combine simple elegance with tremendous amounts of firepower or potency in melee combat, I fear there are irreconcilable cultural differences between our two races, that would make any long-term cooperation and co-existence impossible. As the Orkz arguably are the strongest and most numerous warrior race in the galaxy, the conquest and sole rulership over the planet of Arkhona therefore is our inherent birthright. Should your forces make the mistake of staging a planetary invasion, we and my fellow brothers will have no other option other than to completely and utterly purge you and your kin from this planet. Or, to put it in the words of my kind: GET OFF ME PLANET OR IZ GONNA KRUMP YE TO BITZ YA GROT-LOVING PANSIE! ACTSHULLY, STAY ON THE PLANET SO I CAN KRUMP YE TO BITZ! WAAAGH!
(eating Warlock-on-a-stick)nar 'datz zoggin' roigt BELUF'T PANZIES!!!Cum 'ere n dunt be shoy!!We'z gunna 'avin a nize eet'n ta'gevva!!!(Burps up pieces of spirit stones)
But we luv yuz, orksies? <3 Look, we brought you humies to kill! Fetch! *throws a slugga at 10 different chapters/warbands of (chaos-) space marines*
Ahh, I experimented with this concept in Warhammer Online. What happens when a blind Dark Elf ends up miles from her native lands with only an Ork to guide her? Hilarity is what happens.
Eldar have choppy that shoots dakka and dakka that is choppy. It's an Ork's wet dream. Side with us and we promise to help Orkdom unlock the secrets of shooty choppers and choppy dakka. Go on. We have the same dads and everything.
