The cool pre-dawn air was surprisingly warm for the time of year on this strange backwater planet. The still air was thick with the rich smell of stagnant oil and burning fuel. The fires of which gave a surreal glow to the rising columns of smoke surrounding them.
Gottlobber looked around the hollow as his boyz got themselves ready for the big fight he had promised them. This wasn't the biggest warband he'd ever led into battle but it was definitely the fastest. The warbuggies were all grouped up over to the left with the boyz checking they had enough ammo for the big shootaz and rokkitz. To his right the trukk boyz were already fighting each other for the best places on the trukks and behind him the slaver was whipping the grots into place on his favourite big gun, a looted basilisk.
Jumping up onto his trukk he barged his way to the best spot at the front knocking the boyz who were already there out of his way. He pulled a big cigar our of his pocket and struck a match on the head of the grot rigger at his feet causing it squeal, with a grin on his face he lit the cigar and took a long drag. With smoke wafting away from him he gave an arm signal for everyone to start engines.
The still silence of dawn was ripped apart by the thunderous growl of engines and exhaust as the boyz kicked their trukks and buggies into life. Gottlobber listened to the familiar sounds to ensure that everyone was up and running, taking note of the throaty rumble of the looted basilisk in the background. Having a final look round, to his right he could see that Zaks boyz, tinkering with fuel mixtures and pressure gauges of the rokkits attached to each others backs, were itching to get going. Why any sane ork would strap a rokkit to their backs as a quick way of getting into the fight was beyond him but then zak and his boyz were far from sane. But he had to admit that watching them skreeching into the fight and sometimes blowing up in a mass of flames, rokkit and limbs was fun to watch. It always got him and the rest of the boyz in the mood for a fight. Not that they needed much of that.
With another arm signal they were off roaring out of the hollow and racing off across the plane in a cloud exhaust fumes with the con trails of zaks boyz overhead. The need for speed started to consume them all with the buggies starting to get ahead of the trukks and the basilisk at the back struggling to keep up. This is the life speeding towards a good fight. Grotlobber just hoped that whoever they ran into were ready for it!