Hey guys glad to be back! To those who read my last story, welcome back and I hope you enjoyed the story. To address some comments I saw in the end of my last one, I promise I didn't rush to get to the end so I could simply dump the project; I just thought it'd be best to end it where it was in case I wanted to write a sequel (also I hate filler chapters in general, trying to avoid them if possible.). Also I was inspired by the two part episodes from the show and it felt fitting to end it there. I hope you all enjoy my newest creation, The League of WAAAGH!

On the jungle world of Carcadan, a newly claimed world by the Imperium.

The Imperium had attempted colonization of the forest covered planet less than ten years ago, hoping to eventually transform the world into an industrial military outpost to help further supply and expand the reach of the Imperium. What they didn't know, is that the planet had a massive Ork population, currently incapable of space flight as well as content on infighting rather than expansion. The first settlements struggled to expand, as the harsh wildlife (not including the Orks) unmercifully claimed most who dared venture into its realm. As the Imperium sent more equipment and manpower, the small colony began to grow. Within the first few years the young colony slowly had expanded into a small industrial world. As the Orks remained disorganized and fractious, the defense forces were able to hold off most outside threats, securing the safety and expansion of the colony while the Imperium kept a constant supply of materiel and men to fuel their rapid industrialization and growth.

Unfortunately, after finding a new enemy to fight, the Orks slowly began to unite under different chieftains, eventually forming small clans. Over the few years, war bosses began to arise and lead even more daring raids against the outermost human villages and towns. Incursions against the green skins only succeeding in the loss of valuable resources as well as riling the Orks up for another, better fight. Reinforcements began to slow as trade ships fell under raids by chaos war bands and pirate fleets. Eventually, the colony found itself besieged by a small force of chaos renegades serving Tzeentch. A sorcerer lord leading the assault, the small colony stood little chance against the might of the ruinous powers. Waves of heretics and sorcerers descended upon the small colony like a rain of fire. Warp magics and waves of heretics slowly overwhelmed the outer Imperial defenses, forcing the colony to pull back most of its resources, to try to make a desperate stand in the main city, Darsidian. With the outer regions unprotected, the Orks were free to further expand their territory, now united under a single warlord, acquiring leftover technologies and resources left by the former occupants. With the Orks constantly expanding, and Chaos marching at the gates, a confrontation between the factions was inevitable.

Warlord Gunzak deff smasha was admiring his newly acquired power klaw, his boyz ready to smash some more gitz. He took his current free time to patrol his current camp to make sure the troops weren't getting too restless. He'd had several fighting pits built as to keep the Nobz and smaller boyz occupied and help them hone their fighting skills. His Meks were converting all the Imperial tech they had captured during their lightning campaign, a decent amount of war machines and advanced fighting materiel had been orkified and placed at his disposal. He was curious as to why his army had encountered so little resistance in recent times, in stark contrast to the vast regiments of men and armored units that were thrown against him in an attempt to either expand Imperial territory, or simply kill him and drive the Orks back. The boyz were getting restless, so little to fight left many thirsting for any kind of brawl, forcing Gunzak to personally intervene in disputes between his warbosses. Thankfully, the maps they had "acquired" showed the main human capital not far ahead, and if he knew one thing about the humans, they loved to hide in their cities. As the fires of his many camps burned brightly in the night, he could see what seemed to be like explosions in the distance, along with signs of gunfire and artillery. It seems someone else had come to claim his quarry, the warlord didn't take kindly to others taking what he assumed to be rightfully his. Before he could take in the situation, the rustle of bushes caused him to quickly turn himself around; aiming his massive klaw at whatever dared try to sneak up on him. What at first seemed nothing turned out to be a squad of Kommandos he'd sent out on a scouting mission of the city defenses.

"About time you lot got back! What da Zog is goin on over dere!?" He bellowed.

The Nob leading the squad moved forward to speak "It seems its dem chaos crazies, they is tryin to stomp da humies first boss! Deyz has a lot of dakka and are pounden da humie walls nonstop." The leader replied.

Gunzak was outraged, he refused to let the spiky boyz kill the humies before he could, he ran over to the nearest Nob and barked at him to send marching orders to the entire horde, someone else was tryin to stomp the gitz they wuz tryin to stomp. Needless to say, this roused the Ork horde into a frenzy at the delight of a new enemy to fight. Within a few hours the entire horde was on the warpath, determined to reach the battlefield by sunrise. During the trip, Gunzak was formulating plans about the future of his horde, determined to start a WAAAGH! That would spread across the galaxy. Unfortunately, he wasn't the best planner and was more obsessed with the chaos and carnage of battle; yet he couldn't wait to amass a massive armada and crush all those who opposed him. He hoped someone on this planet would prove a worthy opponent, someone who wasn't scared to get stuck in right and proper, like the fabled Commissar Yarrick, who gained the respect of the renowned Ghazkul. His thirst for battle only grew as they drew nearer to the scene of the siege, the sounds of battle echoing for miles, his klaw ready to crush any who stood in his path. After what seemed like marching for ages, they reached the top of the hill overlooking the siege as the dawn rose across the horizon.

At the Chaos Siege camp, an hour prior.

The Sorcerer Nagash was contemplating his inevitable victory, his strategy to bring this newly born Imperial world to its knees had worked flawlessly. He had been slowly eating away at their supply lines for months before his forces even arrived in orbit; the small world struggled to sustain itself. With desperation setting in amongst the citizens of this colony, it was easy to persuade many of the defending forces to switch sides once battle had begun; crippling the initial defense. While a prolonged siege was something he'd rather avoid as it wasted his time when he had far more important things to do, he knew the Imperials couldn't hold out much longer. His only main concern was the now completely unchecked Ork population which had been making vast gains into former Imperium territory. Nagash had counted on the Orks to keep the PDF forces focused on defending from the locals instead of preparing a proper defense against a more deadly foe; but now it seems the green tide was growing to dangerous levels, possibly being able to overrun the city and his position if he couldn't finish up this conquest fast enough. He ordered a constant bombardment of the walls and regular assaults against any weak points that his commanders could find. With so much pressure the soon to be former loyalist colony would fall before him and they could focus on other matters. As the sun rose on the fifth day of the siege, the dawn revealed an outline of the last thing Nagash had hoped to see.

Present Time

"WAAAAAAGH!" The battle cry roared out, drowning out all other sounds of battle. The ground shook like a rolling thunderstorm as the green tide descended upon the heretic siege camp, promising death for any who dared stood in its path. Ork vehicles rained fire down in mass inaccurate volleys upon the defenders, who were scrambling to prepare some sort of organized defense against an unexpected flank attack. The array of gunfire leveled against the horde simply seemed to be absorbed by the tide, like rocks thrown against a tsunami. The few Orks who fell were swiftly replaced by countless more behind them, as the hillside couldn't be seen through the tide of death and destruction charging down it. Within seconds the green wave crashed into the heretic defenses, ensuing carnage and chaos within the ranks of the traitors. The handful of chaos space marines in the force were unable to stem the tide for long before being either surrounded and utterly annihilated; or forced to retreat. Deff Dreads carved bloody paths into heretic lines, several falling to sustained anti-vehicle fire, while others continued to butcher any who stood in their path. Gunzak loved explosions and the utter anarchy of the battlefield, finding himself in the midst of chaos lines as he mercilessly cut down those foolish enough to even get close to him.

The Imperial defenders simply took this moment to lick their wounds and retreat deeper into their defensive lines, while Nagash was trying to figure out a way to salvage this soon to be crushing defeat. He threw doom bolt after doom bolt into the Ork lines, eviscerating countless Orks; yet they kept coming. He thought the Orks would have simply kept looting for just a while longer, or attack the capital from the other side allowing his men to take the city and weed the Orks out in street to street fighting. His forces were utterly ill equipped to deal with a WAAAGH! This size and he knew it. He had to make an extremely risky move in order to ensure his success, or at the very least his army's survival. He gathered his cabal of sorcerers and began to chant an incantation, hoping to teleport his army (or at least himself and his sorcerers) to a fallback base he had established as a failsafe in case of such a disaster. They formed a circle and began their chanting, the rest of his forces becoming a giant meat shield to ensure the spell wasn't interrupted. Unfortunately, Gunzak was carving through the fields of heretics faster than they could be replaced, eventually laying eyes on the immobile sorcerers.

"OI! Dem spiky gitz is tryin to do somefin! Stomp em!" he yelled as he charged straight at the head sorcerer himself, who was helpless to stop the charge in his current state. The sounds of crushing bones and crumpled flesh filled the air as the massive form of the warlord literally crushed any who stood in front of him under his mighty boot. Dozens of heretics were tossed aside like mere children's toys by the massive power klaw, while others were simply swatted away like flies from the huge fist of the gargantuan Ork. Screaming in all his glory, "WHERE DO YA FINK YOUR GOIN POINTY GIT?" Gunzak screamed as he dived straight for the sorcerer with the shiniest gear, hoping to utterly obliterate him and loot his corpse later. Unknown to Gunzak, the interruption of the spell caused a massive flux in the warp, opening a gaping hole into the immaterium, dragging him and many around him inside it.

The next thing the warlord knew, he was on his back staring at a much different sky that he was used to. Looking around he noticed the buildings look vastly different, and his entire horde was missing along with the forces of chaos. Taking in his surroundings, he noticed architecture he'd never seen before, the land itself looked vastly different to anything he had heard of. He looked at a nearby sign reading Piltover, The City of Progress. Utterly clueless to what the sign was referring to, he still had the single question that rang out in his head "WHERE DA ZOG AM I?"