Posted on behalf of Shawn
Boss Magsnaga sat in the squig pens watching as his favorite flesh eater squig chased the grots around. The day was cloudy and fair but the ork barely noticed as the squig caught a hapless grot and tried to chew through it's padded protective suit. The grot was squealing with fear and scrabbling on all fours trying to get away. Magsnaga found it so amusing he fell over laughing.
"Oh ah haha!! Dat's da ting!! Get 'em Filbert!! Ha hahaha!!" he roared holding his sides in laughter.
Off in the distance came the slight whine of Eldar craft racing across the Ork ravaged terrain barely audible as they skimmed the surface. The graceful craft cut near silent swathes as they sped closer to the Orks more preoccupied with their entertainment than danger until they were upon them.
"WAT DIS BE?!!" Roared Magsnaga as the Eldar craft unleashed their hail of bullets into his boyz milling about outside of the pens cutting all down but a few who scattered and ran off howling.
"Youz gunna pay ya zoggin panzies!!" He roared as his vision turned red with battle lust. His gaze fanned the battlefield stopping when he spotted the jetbikes barreling in and opening fire. His momentum changed as he acquired a target to vent his rage on only to see them turn and flee into a group of his Nobz.
As the alarm was raised Magsnaga's boyz didn't miss a beat getting to the squig pens, vehicles smoking, roaring and bleching flames from one end or another. The large walker lumbering quickly onto the field despite it's size began spitting hot lead and rokkits down range at the Eldar crafts destroying one and tearing holes in others. The Orks all bellowing "WAAAAGH!" firing weapons whether they had a target or not. The Eldar craft shimmered and strafed avoiding many of the shots. The Nobz took their toll on the bikes but two slipped away to harass the Gorkanaut before it exploded.
Magsnaga's brain was a red haze as he sought another target though it wasn't entirely given to rage as part of him realized the Eldar had his pet squig and would look for a way out. He saw the Eldar Raider glide in close and chose that moment to charge tearing through the elegant but thin hull like paper causing the transport to explode flattening him and killing a few wyches.
"Where ya gonna go now?!!" he roared laughing as the wyches turned and charged him. The wyches struck so fast Magsnaga barely noticed until he found himself prone staring up at their leader who spoke in crude Orkish “We got yo’ pet and whatnot ya green pansy. We’s gonna keep it too and takes all of your teef. Wot yu gonna do about its?”.
Magsnaga blinked once "I'm gonna kill you" and passed out.
There was a roaring sound as if coming from a great distance and getting louder followed by bright lights. Magsnaga sat up roaring and flailing about sending a grot orderly flying along with a tray of dok tools. Blinking away the fuzziness in his brain he recognizes the Pain Boyz compound. One of his Nobz began yelling at him, "Calm down boss, we still gots 'em in our sites. Dey be lookin ta take da squig off-planet!"
"Where's me Meks!! I want da Rust Ships ready to launch and I wants 'em NOW!" he shouted. When Magsnaga shouted everyone heard him, there was no need to send anyone to fetch the Meks though some grots found it convenient to do so. There was a bit of a panicked excitement about the Ork camp. Orks hurriedly gathered all their gear, piling it into boxes, in Trukks, over their shoulder or wherever they could fit it. They were going to finally see some action!
Soon afterwards the skies over Gilkan III were fill with the roaring sounds of Ork space craft lifting off planet, their sites on the receding Eldar forces.
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