IT LIIIIIVEESSS. Well... It never really died, I've just been focused on getting my other story started up. Yes it's a MLP fic but apparently it's good (or so people tell me!)

Anyway, sorry for not updating this sooner, here is chapter 11!

Ruffjaw: It's never consistently stated whether Orks have red or black blood. I personally think they have a mix.

As usual I don't own Orks or Warhammer. Games workshop does.

Now, read on!


Chapter 11: A plan emerges

Tankkrusha stomped around his mek shop in a huff. He had just had a row with the Groznob's dok. They had both had differing opinions on how to fix the Warlord's severed arm. The dok had insisted that he simply reattach Groznob's old arm while Tankkrusha had insisted a brand new bionic replacement. Groznob had taken to Tankkrusha's suggestion on the account that the new limb would be stronger and shiner than his old arm. Tankkrusha found himself with a problem though. He couldn't quite figure out what was wrong with his design. Something seemed to be missing. At the moment Groznob's new augmetic limb shone dully under a trio of bright work lights. Tankkrusha had shaped the end into a large fist so the Warlord would be able to grasp objects and more importantly, crush heads when he needed to. Suddenly the solution hit him. "Not shooty enuff." Tankkrusha mumbled to himself. He worked his way over to a spile of 'gubbinz' in the corner. While he could easily manufacture a gun for the limb, a weapon in the pile had caught his eye. Pulling it out with a grunt, Tankkrusha examined the heavy calibre six barrelled assault cannon he held. "Dis'l do" he muttered to himself as he carried the gun back to the arm and started mounting it on the wrist.

Groznob flexed his arm experimentally. He was met with the sound of scraping metal as he opened and closed his fist, for some reason Tankkrusha jumped out of the way when the Warlord closed his fist. "Looks zoggin' gud Tankkrusha." He said

"Er… fanks boss. Do yer like da shoota?" Tankkrusha enquired

Groznob examined the Assault cannon which had been mounted on his arm. He nodded his head in approval. "Need ta test it." He said grinning. He took a few steps outside and and raised his arm. Nothing happened. "Oh right, you'ze gotta close yer fist and fink about shootin boss." Tankkrusha explained

Groznob did as instructed and suddenly a hail of slugs spat out of the barrels and tore through a thin sheet of metal. He turned the gun on a trukk parked nearby. The sheer volume of shells ripped the ramshackle vehicle apart. The barrage continued for a few more seconds until the gun ran out of ammo with an audible click-click-click-click. Groznob lowered his arm with a somewhat disappointed look.

"Dat's zoggin gud. Why'ze I got ter close me fist dough?"

"It's like a safety so yer don't aksidentlly fire it. Had ta put it in after da first few tests cause I kept losing too much stuff." Tankkrusha explained simply.

Groznob imagined the destruction the gun would have caused in the Mek's shop.

"Jus dun go shoving it in uvva people faces when you'ze mad. Might aksidently shoot der 'ead off" Tankkrusha cautioned.

"Yer roight, whateva'" grunted Groznob hefting his new arm clumsily. Tankkrusha made a mental not to himself to stay away from the Warlord for a few days while he got used to his new arm.

Groznob indicated to Tankkrusha to follow him. Falling in step with the hulking Warlord, Tankkrusha hesitantly asked "Sumfing wrong boss?"

"Iz need a smartboyz opinion on sumfing. Dis 'ere hive we'ze attackin is a bit too strong. Dem humiez have got too much dakka. We'ze still got enuff boyz ter take it but I fink we'ze gonna lose a lot ter do so. I want yer ta fink of some way we'ze can take da hive wifout losing too many ladz."

Tankkrusha was momentarily taken aback by Groznob's statement. HE had rarely seen the Warlord put any tactical thinking into… well... anything. "Wot 'ave I got ta werk wif boss?" Tankkrusha enquired.

Groznob stopped and looked at him with his beady eyes.

"Everyfing."

"I've got it boss" announced Tankkrusha to an incredulous Groznob a mere two hours later. The Warlord peered around, trying to spot the Mek's latest invention. Much to his surprise he saw nothing out of the ordinary. A loud boom sounded in the distance, interrupting the Warlord. He had mostly gotten used to the constant rumble of combat that came from the massive battlefield outside the hive a few kilometres away. Wondering what trick the mek was playing at Groznob narrowed his eyes and glare at the mek. "Wot's you got den?"

Tankkrusha fished a small device, a flattish rectangle about a meter wide out from a bag he was carrying. Groznob noticed the bag held five more of the devices. The devices themselves were fairly plain but crude. A few knobs and dials adorned one of the sides. Tankkrusha hefted one of the devices in the air for the Warlord to examine.

"Wot's it do? Blow up or sumfing?" Groznob asked clearly confused.

"No boss, it's dead simple. It's a lokater bekon"

Groznob looked at Tankkrusha dumbly

"Ok… Ize figured it out. We'ze plant about free or four of dese close around da hive and dey'll send a signal to da fleet. Den one of da big ships in orbit will know were ta shoot it up good n' proppa."

Groznob was surprised with the simplicity of the idea. "How'ze we gonna get em inta position dough?"

"Dat bit might be a bit harda… Ya see, we;ze gotta get im in close so we'ze need somefing sneaky to get dem dere. I know youze dun like dem sneaky boyz but I fink deys gonna be da best way to get dem in."

Groznob scowled, he trusted Kommandoes as far as he could throw a tank. (Which is actually a fair way but that's not the point…) He thought that their methods of sneaking around were downright unproper and unorky. "Alright den…" he grunted "Get da wurd out, we'ze need sum of dem sneaky ladz."

"On it boss"

Two days later Groznob was holding a small council of war with his top bosses. He was about to explain the best way to launch an assault on the hive when he was suddenly interrupted.

"I 'eard you need my lads" came voice. Although clearly an Ork voice, the speech was more refined than most Orks could ever hope for. The voice also possessed something else. The voice sent tingles down Groznob's spine and set his nerves or edge. (But he'd never admit that).

"Alright, yer can come out yer smart git. Stop hiding like a runt." Groznob yelled

A shadow detached itself from the roof and slide towards the Warlord. It resolved itself into the form of a large ork. The ork was laden down with equipment and he carried two large sheathed knives, He hung onto a support beam with a brawny hand before deftly dropping to the ground silently. The ork stood up crossed his broad arms and glared at Groznob. Every Ork in the room immediately knew who this was. Groznob glared at the interloper. "Boss Snikkrot, 'ow nice of yer ta drop in."

Snikkrot was undoubtedly the most notorious Ork ever. His infiltration skills were legendary. It was widely believed that he had to, Snikkrot could walk across a minefield, in broad daylight while covered in bright yellow war paint and he still wouldn't be seen. Groznob was amazed that the legendary commando was even here. He had heard that the Boss was fighting on Armageddon under the command of the proclaimed Prophet of the WAAAGH!, Ghazghkull Thraka. How he gotten himself here was a mystery that only Snikkrot himself knew.

"Wut do yer need?" Snikkrot asked, getting straight to business.

Groznob threw one of the locater beacons to the kommando boss who started investigating it with curiosity.

"I need ya ter plant about four or five of des 'ere lokator bekons around da hive. My mek, Tankkrusha has made up a map fer dem to be placed." He handed Snikkrot the aforementioned map. He turned his back to the kommando before continuing "Youz gotta get dis right, I'ze want ta get dis right da furst time and I don't want ta-"

"Er, boss?" One of Groznob's lieutenants interrupted him. "'eze gone"

Groznob span around to see Snikkrot no longer there and several confused warbosses.

"'Ow da zog did he do dat!"

"Dunno boss, 'e just vanished."

Groznob shook his head in amazement before dismissing the kommando from his thoughts.

"Now as I was saying…"


Yay... Kommandoes! And Snikkrot! I have really wanted to add a chapter or two about a bunch of Orks sneaking about for a while now ... so... yeah...

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, leave a review if you feel so usual, any questions, queries or quibbles can be directed to me through a PM.

Later!

Killbles