Kragger starts snickering while ned has a bright smile "you should have seen the look on their faces zial it was priceless the first meat shields practically evaporated i must know when the next battle is apostle " kragg laughs maniacally to himself for a little bit then sighs " its such a same i couldnt test or play with the tainted ones" kragg sits their thinking "sir i know this may come to you as a suprise but i do indeed have plenty of more crystals " kragger stares at zial

Ned pipes up "and i killed lotz of them greenies oy and i bet i coulda killed me some of dem mega nobs just like dat inquisitor thats comin ill stomp her out nice and good "ned plays with his buckles

As Galgradak had been one of the first to return to the massive ork fortress, the gates had allmost opened too late since they haddent been driving an orky vehicle, but it was opened as soon as Gob had seen the massive hole in the side and whatever ork sticking out of it.
Back at the base it was the usual way Galgradak got treated, it might be that unbenownst to him Megabash was the real brain behind the horde, but Galgradak was the big boss, and was treated with the proper fearby all the orks in the fortress, or else they knew they would be stomped. As he was on the way to walk back to his throne on the biggest fighting pit, he could see that his bike had allready been returned, grot attendents in the middle of polishing the ride and replacing whatever ammo that had been used.
He sat down in the throne and as food and drink got served allmost instantly, the orks and grotz making sure he stayed in good temper.
"bring Big Zapp to me, oi wantz to know wut dat gitz up to" He said to one of the orkoid attendees, Galgradak knew the mek allways survived whatever happened, he was a crafty git

<Ead Ztompa> @Grall_Stonefist @DeranVendar
"Look dere, Boss! Ez dat da Base?"

"No Snagathug, ez not loike dere is only one big Orky fortrezz on diz rok ere....."
Ead Ztompa replied with an huffy tone to such an idiotic question, before gaving the subordinate a slap mid air.

It took the Urrikane Smashas quite some time to retrieve the camp, in addition to the heavy loot they were carrying behind by means of some cable attached to every member's rokkit pak.
Finally, though, they succeded in reaching the base and, after dodging some "welcome shots", landed inside the walls covered with metal plates and Orkoid runes whose meaning wasn't really friendly.

After letting the squad spread to take some breack and manage their part of loot, Krooza Nob headed, for once, by foot towards the boot camp.
On his way there, though, the Deffskull noticed lot of turmoils while approaching his destination, as orks and gretchins were running in all directions.
As soon as he arrived to the training ground, the stormnob realised the cause of that mess: Fifi felt like taking a walk.

The globba squig had managed to set free from his cage, and now it was on a rampage through the fortress, taking quite a heavy death toll on the spanner boys who were trying to recapture it.
Greenskins were being chewed, stomped or torn apart by razor-like jaws and claws, until the monster noticed his master returning.
The creature immediately spat its current meal, and charged towards Ead Ztompa, ignoring any other ork or gretchin standing on the way, trampling those too slow to move.

It seemed the beast would have crashed the nob as well, but it halted its charge at the very last moment, right in front of Ead Ztompa.
Fifi sniffed him, the he started wagging its minuscle tail, dropping right in front of the ork a ripped arm which was still gripping a shoota.

"Ello Fifi, noize to zee ya too! Gud lad, zee ya were 'avin fun wif yer new friends, ain't ya? Wunna play to "go'nd fetch da arm?"

In all answer, the monstruos animal made an expression which could have somehow resembled a smile, despite the blood and guts covering its teeth, and flexed his muscles in anticipation.
The stormnob then picked up the limb and threw it in the direction where the squig came from, laughing at how more spanner boys were getting stomped.

He played like that for a while with his pet, until the field was covered with enough bodies and Ead Ztompa decided it was time for getting back to work.
After putting Fifi back in its cage, with an head being used as its personal ball, the ork headed towards the mekshop.

When he finished a little detour to the closest bar, the stormnob entered one of those crazy laboratories.
The ork made sure first of all that those mekboys weren't under Megabash's command, for the Deffskull had a little projekt of his own.
Soon he was approached by one of the smart gits, whose body was mostly composed of machinery than
flesh, with lot of extra cibork appendages holding weapons or workshop tools of all sorts, several exhaust pipes sprouting from his back, and different googles constantly switching to try adjust his sight.

"OHI! DIZ EZ MOY WORKSHOP! DIDN'T YA SEE DA SIGN?!? NO ZOGGIN DEFFSKULL AR...."
The ranting mechanic was interrupted abruptly from a rokkit pocket pointed to his face.

"Oi ain't no toime fer your speecha fing, ya smart wun. Oi need yer hands now, not yer squig
oil-smelling breath roight now! And dun't wurry, Oi'z got da teef for ya"
With that said, Ead Ztompa displayed with his free hand a little bag filled with teeth taken from several ork bodies found on the field, and even someone still breathing who had been killed by the Urrikane Smashas themselves.

"Now, Oi's got sume flashy panzie bikes Oi need ya to proppa orkify. Take out all da engines and stuck dem to as manny rokkit paks as possible, Oi wunna dem suppa fasta and more manouvra...manouverbl...EAZY TO USE! Moy lads will bring dem ere for ya to work on.
Bessides, Oi'z got a li'l extra pershunal projekt for ya...."
After making sure nobody was looking at them, Ead Ztompa pulled closer the mekboy, then he took out the shiny shard from his belt.

After a short explanation and a persuasive threat for making sure the cibork freack wouldn't have informed Megabash, Ead Ztompa left the mekshop going to search for Galgradak.
Krooza nob's forces were seriously depleted after the several engagements, and he needed some reinforcements. In addition to that, the stormnob also wanted to ask for some mobs of gretchins as well, because he was thinking about some new tactics to try out.u

All Ead Ztompa had to do in order to find the Warboss, now, was to look for the largest fighting pit in the ork fortress.

Dalimond paced in front of the assembled ranks of guardsmen present in the drill square, infighting among the ranks had become frequent with more of the contaminated troopers becoming afflicted and turning on each other with each passing minute. Surrounding the troops assembled in the drill square were numerous special weapons squads each equipped with Long-las sniper rifles safely positioned on the top of the surrounding buildings, guarding the the exits of the drill area were also a group of chimeras equipped with heavy flamers supported by regular squads of guardsmen.

Only Dalimond and a select group of brave guardsmen had entered the drill area itself to observe the contaminated guardsmen more closely, these were troops from both Gortex 340th and the Cadian 543rd and those assembled in the drill area stared grim faced and battle weary at the Commissar and the other guardsmen. There had been no word from command actual since the battle conclusion leaving the final authority of the judgement towards the contaminated guardsmen up to Dalimond's discretion. There were roughly two platoons worth of guardsmen currently assembled in the drill area from both the Cadian and Gortex regiments despite the difference in their drill routine they had been mixed together into the same cohesion to save time.

One of the guardsmen closest to Jacob turned suddenly and lunged at the Commissar with flailing arms and inhuman rage, barely even breaking stride Dalimond reached for his bolt pistol and upon grasping the grip of the gun raised it to the afflicted guardsman's forehead mid charge and pulled the trigger. The head of the afflicted disintegrated into a shower of gore spraying the waiting guardsmen behind it with unpleasantness, the headless body staggered for a brief while before collapsing onto the rockcrete ground of the drill area. Another guardsmen in the ranks Dalimond had already passed also turned and started racing towards the Commissar from behind only for the afflicted to suffer a volley of shots from the snipers in the special weapons squads, the turned guardman almost managing to weather the shots staggered forward before succumbing to its wounds and slumped forward face first into the rockcrete.

The Commissar stopped pacing and considered what needed to be done, there was no certainty that the guardsmen would ever stop inexplicably turning and the mere observation of them offered no clues as to what would cause each individual to become afflicted. There would be no way to safely utilize these men alongside uncontaminated troops nor was there the assurance that they would not suddenly turn all at once if they were left on their own. That would leave only option acceptable to him, he turned to the guardsmen accompanying him.

'We are leaving there is nothing more we can achieve here'

Jacob and the uncontaminated guardsmen left the drill area leaving the battle weary guardsmen where they were standing, there were still outbreaks of violence throughout the ranks of contaminated guardsmen and the afflicted that emerged from these sporadic outbreaks were still ruthlessly put down by sniper fire. The Commissar passed by one of the chimeras guarding the exit of the drill square, the commander was standing halfway out of the hatch of the vehicle watching the assembled guardsmen he snapped to attention as Dalimond passed by. The commissar looked at the commander as he walked past, speaking clearly and bluntly he gave an order.

'Burn them'

The Chimera commander saluted and retreated back into the interior of the APC, leaving the vehicle behind Jacob could clearly hear the engine of the machine rev up as it started to drive into the drill area, mere moments later screams echoed throughout the Imperial base as the heavy flamer started its gruesome work.