(The Green Coast)
"Ya think ya can sneak about wiffout me boys seein' ya" the loud voice of the warboss boomed out as he walked over to an injured cultist.
The ork was massive, easily above two meters tall, his entire body, except head and arms, was covered in ramshackle armor that was painted in many colors.
His left hand was replaced with two shoota's that were connected to each other, while his other hand was a giant metal claw that sparked with electricity.
His head was exposed, with a single red eye and a red visor covering his left eye, his teeth were like fangs as they stuck out his mouth and his chin was guarded by a large red gob.
This, was ork warboss, Gorgutz 'Ead 'Unter
"Ya think ya can come for me 'ead" he said as he raised his claw and grabbed the unfortunate cultist, blood splattered onto the ground as Gorgutz smashed the man into the ground over and over again, before throwing him away and into a tree.
"orkses is never beaten in battle" another ork also clad in power armor said as he walked forward.
"Shut it ya grot, the rest of 'em are coming, and we's gots to be ready" the larger ork shouted, making the smaller take a step back.
"Tell the boys there's some killin' to do" he orderd, the nob nodding as he turned around.
"I made them Big Bannaz to remind da clans that they better keep dere boyz in line" he monologues as he walked to what looked like a small microphone.
"i don't want no squig-heads looking to fight me while the enemy's right here" he continued as the mega nob finally reached one of the camps.
"Gorgutz is da warboss, got it ya muck-suckers" the nob said as he blasted away one of the boys.
"dis here voicey-box lets im talk to ya, so open yer ears" he explained as he pointed to the small voice box on the Big Bannar.
"Listen up, ya grots and squigs" Gorgutz's voice boomed out of the small box, catching some orks off guard.
"d'eyz comin' fer us like we some kind'o hummi gitz, but we aint, we,z da orks and dis here is gonna be one great fight" as Gorgutz was speaking, more and more orks began to gather their weapons and gear, eager to get into the fight.
"So gets yer choppas and yer shootas ready boys, cuz deres some killin' to do" his speech continued, unbeknownst to him was that there weren't just orks listening to his speech, high up in a tree, was a white-cloaked huntress also listening in.
"Headcrushaz, you ready" he asked as the orks in the camp that the huntress was observing began to scream "waaaaaagh" at the top of their lungs while raising their weapons into the air, before charging out of the camp.
"Footstompaz, ya squiggoths n' such ready" he asked again, said camp also rejoiced as they set one of the mighty beasts free to wreak havoc.
"Burnaboyz, ya wanna fight" that camp also rejoiced as they charged out, their flamethrowers being shot haphazardly into the sky.
"Rokkitrangaz, you in nit or what" that camp rejoiced as they fired the rockets strapped to their back, and they flew into the sky.
"an what about youz Kwikmekz, you gonna let all dese other runts get the good fightin' done" the engines of quickly scrapped together tanks began to churn to life as he said that.
"Dat's right! We gonna crush 'em all. des 'ere is a right and proper" Gorgutz paused for a second as he hipped himself up.
"WAAAAAGH" he roared as the surrounding boys began to scream too before charging forward.
When the orks were finally done with their little speech and charged out of their bases, a familiar huntress jumped out of the tree she was hiding in, the tree shaking enough for the corpse of the cultist to also fall out and land next to Summer.
She looked down at him with a look of pity for a second before realizing who it was and giving him a swift kick in the ribs.
While she didn't know the cultist's name, she did know that he was an asshole who didn't know what, no, meant as he had made constant advances on her even though she had given him enough cold shoulders and kicks in the dick to kill a bloodthirster.
'And now he is dead, good' thought Summer as she proceeded to start her mission.
Her mission was simple, take out each Big Banner to cause a rebellion among the orks, while Zethus and his forces distracted them with wave upon wave of cultists while they built up their base.
The mission would have been easy were it not for the ork's tendencies to put guns on literally everything, and so now every building in Summer's path was occupied with gretchin gunners, tiny, scrawny little goblins who couldn't even lift a chainsword.
But Summer didn't let that stop her, she darted around the base, making sure to always stay out of sight of the gretchins and teleporting as little as possible to not cause any ruckus.
Eventually she found it, it wasn't actually hard to spot, since it was bigger than any other building in this god's forsaken shithole, and it also had multiple flaming barrels on top of it, which Summer questioned how they kept those lit.
She quickly looked around, the gretchins were all busy looking the other way, since they weren't exactly expecting for one very beautiful huntress/cultist to sneak in with multiple melta bombs.
Summer took a deep breath as she grabbed one of the meltas from her back, she waited for a few more seconds, making sure that none of the gretchins were looking, before arming the bomb and teleporting right next to the banner.
She threw the bomb and watched as it connected with one of the support beams and exploded into a massive fireball, instantly every single gretchin turned their guns towards the explosion and began firing at Summer.
Summer's aura took some hits as she ran for cover behind another support beam, but gretchins kept firing at her, their bullets beginning to chip away at the wood.
Summer was about to question their intelligence when she felt the support beam she was leaning against begin to topple over, the entire structure following shortly after.
All the gretchins scrambled in fear as the banner fell, crushing the barracks that had been built next to it, before exploding into a large plume of smoke.
Summer didn't have time to recuperate, however, as she suddenly felt the ground begin to shake.
The burnaboys were back, most likely because they heard their banner crashing to the ground.
Thinking quickly, Summer sprinted towards a nearby scrap pile and leaped into it, throwing all manners of junk around as she buried herself in it.
Summer could feel something digging into her thigh as she waited for the orks to leave.
After a while of screaming and blaming each other for the fall of the banner, Summer finally heard an argument break out.
And before she knew it, the sound of gunfire and flamethrowers began to ring out as the burnaboys began to rebel against Gorgutz.
Summer had to wait another five minutes, before the sounds of battle began to fade away as the ork rebels began to attack Gorgutz's main camp.
She waited a little longer before making her move, the scrap pile collapsed as Summer walked out, some random pieces of garbage still clinging to her clothes.
She turned around and looked at the scrap pile to see what had been digging into her thigh.
Summer's eyes widened in excitement as she looked at the item now sticking partially out of the pile.
A chainsword, a fully working chainsword had been in that pile and Summer was suddenly very happy that she had jumped in.
Summer remembered back to her first battle on Kronus and how easily she saw these swords cut through cultists.
'Khorne must love these' thought Summer as she picked up the weapon, wiping some dirt and grime off as she did.
But Summer didn't have time to fully look over the weapon as her mission suddenly sprung back up in her mind, there are still four more banners to go, and each second lost means another possible attack on the outpost they had constructed nearby.
Summer wondered how they were handling things now that the burnaboys aren't an issue anymore.
Gordon grunted as he plunged his chainsword into the head of an ork, the gnawing blades of the sword showering his armor in red blood.
He looked around for his next target, when he spotted Zethus lifting an ork nob into the air and throw him into an ork wartrack, the engine of the vehicle exploding as the nob crushed it.
He looked around, the base was littered with the bodies of the dead, orks and chaos alike, none were spared.
The apothecary and the sorcerer were only able to make eye contact for a second, before a large explosion rang out in the distance, a large plume of smoke beginning to rise into the air.
"It seems Summer has taken out one of the banners" said Gordon as he walked towards Zethus.
"Indeed" responded Zethus "but there is no time to waste" he said as he looked at two heretics who had hidden themselves from the orks.
"Get that barracks back up" he ordered, "we need reinforcements if we want to survive the next wave" the heretics nodded before they began to stumble towards the broken structure.
Gordon and Zethus turned around again as the sound of heavy engines began to fill the air, looks like the next wave of orks was already here.
Summer ran through the thick jungle as she made her way towards the next camp, that she had deemed the most dangerous of them all, hence why they were next.
The Footstompaz camp was heavily defended, with banners and guards everywhere, but as Summer landed on a nearby branch overlooking the camp, she saw the real danger.
Currently resting against a cliff face was a squiggoth, the mighty beast towered above all the buildings in the camp even while it was laying down.
The beast's green skin was scarred and battered clearly from a recent battle, atop it's back was what looked like a bunker with multiple turrets, although lucky for Summer they were currently unmanned since the beast was resting.
And that was exactly what Summer was hoping for, if she could get close to it, she would be able to wake it and send it into a rampage, then hope it went in the direction she wanted it to go.
But there was one thing standing in the way of her plan, the handler, an ork who was able to train the mighty beasts. If that ork wasn't taken out first, then Summer could kiss her plan goodbye.
And so Summer waited and waited, until one minute turned into thirty, Summer was starting to get impatient and was about ready to just book it to the squiggoth, when the trainer finally made himself know.
He was easy to spot since he had the image of a squiggoth on the white apron he wore while he walked out of a barracks and towards the squiggoth no doubt to raise it from its sleep.
The ork wasn't that much bigger than a normal one, so Summer decided to go for plan A, a chainsword to the face.
Summer teleported right above the trainer and swung down with her weapon, the ork looked up just in time and attempted to grab her.
But this time Summer was ready for that, she angled her sword and instead of going straight for the head, she went for the hand that he had outstretched.
The ork roared in pain as the chainsword's teeth ripped his hand to pieces in seconds, and before he could try something else, he felt the cold barrel of a laser pistol planted into his eye socket and then burning as Summer fired.
Summer backflipped onto her feet as the now headless corpse of the tamer fell to the ground dead.
She mentally fist bumped herself, before she felt a giant fist get planted into her face, Summer's aura did little to protect her as the impact broke her nose and sent her flying backwards and into something.
Summer leaned on the thing as she felt blood rush from out of her nose, she quickly felt it, before firmly grasping it and snapping it back into a right position and hoped her aura would fix the rest.
As Summer looked back at the ork that had punched her, she saw that he and all the other orks were cowering in fear while slowly walking backwards.
That's when she felt it, the thing she was leaning on moved, and she felt hot air being blow into her back as stomping was heard behind her.
She turned around to see that the squiggoth had awakened, and Summer could see that it was angry.
The monster roared as it leaned back on its hind legs and Summer screamed as the squiggoth attempted to crush, luckily she teleported right as the foot came down and send dirt flying in the air.
Summer reappeared hanging onto the tusks that grew out of the squiggoth's chin, still screaming, she watched as the monster began to trash around to try and get her off.
She teleported again, this time landing on the monster's head as it drove its tusks into the ground and began charging, bulldozing an entire mob of orks and ramming into the Big Banner.
Summer watched as it collapsed on top of the squiggoth's head, pinning it to the ground momentarily.
But this only angered it more as it pulled its head out of the collapsed building, the orks around the camp now began to glee in abject terror as the mighty beast began to rampage and ran out of the camp with Summer still clinging to dear life on top of it's head.
The orks of the Rokkitrangaz were left dumbfounded as suddenly a massive squiggoth burst through one of their defensive walls and bulldozed their leader, before knocking down their main banner, all with one puny human riding on top of it's head.
Same story for the Headcrushaz, as the Squiggoth ran into their camp and bulldozed a lot of their boys before running into the banner and then running away.
The Kwikmekz were a little hardier than their others, though, as the squiggoth roared in pain as round after round of tank shell and missiles were launched and pierced it's armored hide.
But the monster kept going as it flattened multiple tanks and killa kans, then ran through the banner.
But then Summer noticed something, the monster may have destroyed all the camps, but now it was going in the wrong direction and was charging towards the chaos outpost instead of the ork stronghold.
Summer had to do something, as the outpost would stand no chance against even a wounded squiggoth of this size.
She pulled on the horn that grew out of the monster's nose and slashed at the monster's head, but nothing that she did even fazed the monster as it kept charging
But then, it happened, memory's began to flash into Summer's mind as her grasp on the squiggoth's head became strong enough to crush bones.
The day was calm as Summer sat silently in a couch, a book firmly grasped in her hands as she read its contents.
The man with two souls it was called, she remembered seeing it in a store one day and decided to buy it in case she ever got bored, and here she was.
But her quiet time was interrupted as she heard the sound of feet running across the floor and towards her.
She looked up from her book to see her step-daughter Yang running towards her with a scroll in her hands.
"Mom, mom look" Yang called out as she jumped into the couch with Summer and basically slammed the screen of the scroll into Summer'sface.
"Yea, hold on, sweetie" said Summer as she dropped her book on her lap, before pealing the scroll off of her face. "What do you want me to see"
"Look at this, mom" said the little Yang as she eagerly pressed play on the video.
The video was of a huntsmen team taking on a Goliath grimm that was rampaging through a small town, she watched as the team shot out the grimm's eyes before one of them latched onto the grimm's head, planting their weapon into it's head, and piloted it into a nearby ravine.
"Isn't that amazing, mom" said Yang as she hoped up and down in the couch, "when I become a huntress I will also do that"
Summer sat up straight and looked at Yang, "yeah, it is" she paused, "but I don't think that would actually work on a real monster"
Yang's face drooped at the realization that that awesome move she just saw wouldn't actually work, and began to sulk a little.
Summer, noticing Yang's demeanor, decided to fix it.
"But, you know if I ever encounter a Goliath or similar monster, I could try it out for you, see how it works out" she said raising her hands in a shrugging motion.
Yang's face lit up again, and she began to cheer, but that cheer was cut off when a large crack appeared in the memory.
The memory crumbled away as Summer was brought back to the real world, a steeds stream of tears pouring down her face.
She quickly wiped them away, before looking down at her weapons.
'Guess I don't have a choice" she thought as she took a deep breath.
Summer sprung to action, she leveled her pistol and aimed at the squiggoth's eyes, unloading a few shots into them and making the squiggoth blind.
The monster thrashed it's head around, trying to get Summer off as it began to encroach on the chaos outpost.
Both Gordon and Zethus stared with wide eyes as they saw the squiggoth appear on the horizon, charging at them.
Summer struggled to stay up straight as she saw that the beast was approaching the base faster than she thought.
Summer grunted a little as she finally found her footing, before slamming her chainsword straight on top of squiggoth's head, it roared as the teeth of the sword dug into its flesh.
And with all her might, Summer began to pull to the right, to try and lead the squiggoth away from the base.
She opened her eyes again and saw that they were almost there, so she began to pull harder and harder, until with one final scream of exhaustion, the squiggoth turned and missed the base, instead bulldozing an entire line of trees as it made a full turn around.
Gordon and Zethus both looked at Summer in amazement as she kept piloting the mighty beast, away from the base and towards the ork stronghold.
Zethus took this as a sign and turned around towards the small army of chaos space marines and khornate berserkers he had made.
Wordlessly, he pointed his staff towards the path the squiggoth had taken, and the army began to run, each screaming their war cry's as they charged.
Back with Summer, she didn't even realize it when the squiggoth bulldozed its way into Gorgutz's stronghold, said warboss jumping away just in time as the monster burst through a wall.
Summer only realized what was going on after the squiggoth fell due to focussed fire from all the orks, vehicles and buildings inside of Gorgutz's base.
The monster's knees finally gave out, and the squiggoth fell, crushing multiple orks under it as it keeled over.
Summer herself fell off as well, weakly falling into the pool of blood that was begging to seep out of the squiggoth.
Gorgutz walked over and grabbed Summer by one of her arm, presenting her to what was left of his army, which were a bunch of sluggas, shootas, and two tanks, the more elite units having either rebelled, died or both
"Haha, not so though now, huh" he gloated as his claws dug into Summer's right arm, carving deep wounds that her aura was straining itself to fix.
But before the warboss could gloat anymore, he was interrupted by sounds of screaming and heavy footfalls.
He dropped Summer back into the pool of blood as he and his boys looked at the army, led by Zethus and Gordon, that was charging them.
He and his boys charged out of the base and met the army head on, blades clashed, gunfire was going off everywhere and engines roared as the armies clashed.
Eventually, the much more elite khorne berserkers carved through the normal ork boys and began to attack the tanks, while Zethus and Gordon went after Gorgutz as he had retreated from the battle.
But as both of them passed the corpse of the squiggoth, Zethus saw Summer laying in a large pool of blood.
"STOP" ordered Zethus as he ran towards Summer, Gordon stopping and looking back to see what had happened also noticing Summer's signature white cloak.
"Is she alright?" asked Gordon as he ran to Zethus's side.
"Yes, it appears she has passed out due to exhaustion" Zethus said as he looked back at Gordon
"Come, it may not be too late to catch the warboss" said Zethus as he stood back up again.
But just as he said that, the entire base exploded into a fireball, knocking the two space marines to the ground and making sure any chance of following Gorgutz was swept away.
Gordon groaned as he stood up, looking around, he saw Zethus walking towards him while dragging Summer's unconscious body.
"You don't have to drag her like that" mentioned Gordon as he walked with Zethus.
"Take it as punishment for not being able to stay awake, and I don't want to get my armor dirty" Zethus said as they both joined their army.
Gordon remained quite as they started to walk back to the base, their army walking after them.