The Nob dreaded telling Ghazghkull the bad news. The first time he had felt fear since he emerged from his spore placental sack 50 years ago. Ghazghkull had put him in charge of watching their "allies". If there was only a way to get one of the boyz to do it instead, but 'ol shiny dome would listen to an ordinary boy. No, it had to come from him.
"Oi Boss, dem panzees done scarped off. "Dey hit some shiny rock an' the 'hole lot jus' went 'bloink!" Said the Nob, Skartoof. Ghazghkull looked at him with his Ork eye, and the Bionik eye seemed to flare like a super nova.
"Wot?" He bellowed, his voice reverberating like thunder in the alley behind the stolen Imperial Fortress. Ghazghkull loomed over Skartoof, his rage coming off him in waves. The Orks had taken this Imperial outpost to make repairs and refuel The White Barons Dakkajet Sqwadren and Bombas'.
Ghazghkull reached out with his massive power klaw, and with a thought sniped Skartoof's head from his body. The look of surprise on Skartoof's face would have been comical in any other circumstance.
"Boyz the Panzees fink that we need'em to fight these pink humies! Let's show'em that we don't!" Ghazghkull roared.
Just then four Deamon possesed Chaos Heldrakes flew straight at the Ork lines, flanked by a Helblade, a Storm Raven, and three hideous Greater Demons. The Heldrakes screamed as they swooped down and grabbed Orks off the ground and sliced them in pieces. Moments later breathing hellfire on rest. The smell of sulphur, and burning flesh filled the air. The captured Icarus Lascannon came to life, being gunned by a weedy little gretchen. The lasbolt carved a huge scratch down the side of a Heldrake, nearly slicing off a wing, healing almost instantly. The Heldrake screamed in rage, more angered than hurt. The Chaos line suddenly materialized, they themselves teleporting an Aegis Defence line and Icarus Lascannon. Their cannon opened fire on one of the White Barons wingman, grounded on a Skyshield landing pad. The lasbolt hitting the fuel hose linked to the plane. Seconds later a mushroom roared to the sky where the Dakkajet had been sitting. The White Baron seeing this smacked his gretchen crew on the back of the skulls and yells " Get ta werk you louts, I need in the air NOW!" As he is piling into the cockpit of his plane, orbital fire hits his plane twice, blowing the wings off and leaving it a scrape. He had just got strapped in when he saw the flash separate the clouds from orbit. The White Baron being VERY rich for an Ork had the Meks install something that the other Dakkajets lacked, something he had seen those cursed Blue Skin Tau use, an ejection seat. Pulling on the yellow and black handles, there was a fizzzzh, and nothing happened. He pulled again, at first nothing happened, then a split second later rokkits ignited under his seat. The g forces were incredible, almost more than even his orkoid physiology could bear. His vision clouded over, as his body rocketed out of his plane. Seconds later his plane exploded, killing many of the ground-crew refueling and rearming his Dakkajet. An odd feeling overcame him, his body seemed to be floating in the wind. He shook his head to clear his vision. He looked up. There was a sheet of squig hide several meters in diameter attached to his pilot cradle, looking very much like one of the mushrooms that grow on the lee side of rocks. From up here he could see the battle unfolding.
Three more planes screamed in from behind the greenskins lines. Ghazghkull smiled, showing his huge tusk. His army was rushing to the fight. Wave after wave of Boyz were almost to the front lines. Warbuggies and Wartraks were zooming up the right flank. Two trukks loaded with Boyz zoomed up behind him on hes left. Now was the time. The Ork time.
"WAAAAAAAAARRRGGHH!" Ghazghkull roared at the top of his lungs. The entire Ork line surged forward trying to get to the traitor marines. Ghazghkull thought to himself, first these puny humies, then those panzee Dark Eldar. No one ducks out on a deal.
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