Auxyr 5- Gorun sistem
It was a hot day on the desert planet of Auxyr 5. The planet which is under the yoke of the Galra Empire was rich in metals and in Semla: A plant which had medical properties to treat wounds or diseases of mutagenic origin, is usually prepared as ointments or as medicine. The planet was inhabited by the Hersyts: a race of bipedal reptiles whose skins were hard as rocks and resistant to radiation and high temperatures to the point that they could literally bathe in lava tubs.
The species was divided into tribes but it was until the Galra arrived that the Hersyt were forced to reunite and work in the Semla metal factory and fields in exchange for the protection and care of their people. The planet was under the supervision of the planetary commander Yuzka Suzkla who has been in charge of the export of materials for the countless Dreadnaughts of the Empire and also was in charge of forcing decent planetary defenses in case the world was invaded by the countless horrors that inhabit in the galaxy.
The planet had a history of attacks by means of the Drukhari, the Tyranids of the Naga fleet and various pirates in the stars, but the world was kept on its feet thanks to the powerful defenses and the excellent mind of Suzkla who was praised even by the local Hersyt for protecting their planet from invaders.
Suzkla has been in charge of this world for several centuries since then but the next invasion that the planet will suffer will be the most devastating without a doubt.
The thunderous sounds of moving machinery were heard throughout the desert plain as a great wave of Trukks, Wartrakks, Choptanks and Kopters of the most robust, coolest and with more Dakka models advanced through the sand leaving behind them a sandstorm and Promethium like a terrifying car festival with a Monsta Trukk at the helm.
In the great Trukk was the unmistakable form of a Nob Ork equipped with the best cybernetic upgrades that its companion Big Mek: Wotah'Ead could offer. Half of his face was clad in cybernetics with three red visors and several curved cables from his cheek to the nape of his neck, his hands were replaced by prostheses in the shape of an energy ax in his right hand and a six-barreled machine gun whose tips were painted red (beacause red iz fastah) and the rest of his body was covered in the characteristic Nob armor with a yellow missile pods over his head.
Blurds Kracknarva
Nob Ork of the Blood Axe Klan allied of Grombuz
"BLURDS!" A Stormboy called the Nob when his vehicle was alongside Kracknarva's Monsta Trukk.
"WOT!? YA DAN'T SEE I'M BUSY YA GIT!?" The Nob roared at the annoying Stormboy behind him.
"GROMBUZ WANT TO KNOW IF WERS AWLRAIDY ARRIVED BECUS ALL DA ZOGGIN SANDSTORM WAN'T LET HEM SEE!" The Stormboy asked blurting out a little when he nearly fell off the Trukk.
"FOR ZOGG SAKE, I ALWRAIDY TALD DA BOSS DA ERE IS ALWRAIDY LITTLE FOR US TO KRUMPED DA FURRY BOYZ AND DA ZOGGIN TIN'EADS." Kracknarva spat. "SO, a littlal moar patiens iz appre-! appreci... ZOGG IT! "Blurds grunted when he couldn't complete the word." TELL HIM WERR AR ARRIVING IN SHART TIME!
"KAY!" The Stormboy crawled inside and slowed to leave Nob alone and the Slugga Boy who were driving the monstrous vehicle.
Yes, Kracknarva was one of the Nobz affiliated with the Warboss Grombuz The Ripper, before that damn idiot appeared in the middle of a WAAAGH that had planned to take him as his own and with him his boyz; Kracknarva is furious and challenged him to a duel which he obviously lost costing him half his face and his good right hand, it also cost him his independence since from now on he was working with the guy.
Grombuz turned out to be a cunning and above all insightful bastard since he had in his possession another two Nobz in his wing and with him a colossal army of Orks along with the best Mekboyz (including the Big Mek Wotah Ead) who gave him and his Boyz the best Dakka an Ork could dream of.
There have been good times in his war retinue but that didn't erase the thoughts Kracknarva felt about his Warboss.
He was currently invading the worlds of those scornful Groots and Furry boyz that make up the Galra Empire. This is because Grombuz was bored and decided to go to war against those furries as the Galras have abundant loot and strange mechanical things that would make a Mekboy drool.
And for their opinion it has been worth it since they got a lot of nice and shiny things like that "Qwintessance" or like Zoggin calls it that was very useful for their warships and their vehicles who were now equipped with particle barriers made by themselves.
Kracknarva saw through his viewfinder how the boring and uncreative Galra buildings appeared on the horizon in front of him. The Nob smiled cruelly and eagerly and then pulled out a megaphone that he had lying around and addressed the greenskin crowd that followed him.
"ATTENSHUN AWL ORKS AN GRETCHIN, WEZ GONNA GO IN DA STOOPID AN BUURING BILDS AN WE GONNA KRUMPED AN STAMPIND LAIK DA BETTARS AN BADEST GREENSKINS DA WY AR! SA HOWLD YA DAKKA BOYZ BECUSE WEZ GOING TO A WAAAAAAGHHHH!"
El resto de los Orkos detrás de Kracknarva lanzaron sus propios rugidos de guerra desde sus vehiculos.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
""LET'S SHAW THUS FURRIES WHOZ THEY AR DA MOST BAD AND GREEN!"
On top of the metal wall of the third line of defense. Commander Suzkla was staring through his visor at the approaching huge column of sand and the Orks pouring out of it. The planetary commander narrowed his gaze from him with contempt and hatred towards those savages as he chewed on his Semla cigar. He knew that they would arrive one way or another, these Orks already carried 7 planets of the Galra Empire in their bag and with it their technology made in their crude image; It was for this reason that he commanded to reinforce the terrestrial defenses while awaiting the arrival of his superiors.
"Commander." A female voice interrupted Yuzka's observation who turned her gaze and saw a Galra officer standing next to her. "The ionic mortars and the proximity mines are already prepared, that will give us 5 doboshes of extra time to activate the particle field."
"Have you responded to the request for help that we sent to General Ranveig?" Yuzka asked, her left pretty eye scanning the woman.
"Yes sir; they are going to come here but they are going to take a long time since their fast travel system was caught in a warp storm." The soldier reported with a worrying tone.
"Quiznack!" Suzkla cursed and hit the railing. "Then we will have to hold out long enough until reinforcements come. Have they already put the civilians in the shelters, Urbik? "
"Yes, we have led the Hersyt in bunkers located in hidden passageways of the mines but some volunteered to accompany the defense line of their world." Urbik replied calmly.
"Are you sure?" Yuzka asked raising an eyebrow. While he has built a professional and working relationship with the Hersyts; Allowing them to carry Galra weapons would be frowned upon by the rest of their species as they would see it as an attempt to steal glory and a sign of weakness on the part of the commander by allowing the rulers and the oppressed to fight side by side.
But this wasn't about glory or honor, it was about the survival of the planet; and if those greenskins took it, they would add another planet more in ruins on their part.
"Well, pick 1000 of the most capable volunteers and put them on the second defensive line but quickly." Yuzka ordered with an emotionless face. "May the will of our emperor stand firm on this planet."
"Vrepit sa." The officer Urbik quickly greeted the site.
Yuzka just stared outside and her face wrinkled seriously at the tough battle that was to come and how difficult it would be; The Orks may not be the most intelligent race but they arent fools and will find their way through their defenses and into the heart of the city behind them. But with the odds against him, his world will persist until the arrival of his own.
"I have spotted multiple approximate contacts! They are coming!" A Galra trooper leaning on the ground with a long-barreled blaster and telescopic sight. Around him were other Galra and Sentrys soldiers moving back and forth to position themselves and prepare their weapons.
"Oh boy, there are many..." A soldier who was holding a heavy turret muttered.
"Quiet. These walls have endured for many Phoebs and withstood the worst of invasions; they are not going to give in to pathetic greenskins like these. "Another Galra, a sergeant who possessed better cybernetics on his face and right arm spoke emotionlessly as he gazed at the approaching green horde.
The Soldier gulped and returned to his position to press a button and summon a small particle shield around the turret. Other soldiers also activated their shields while the supporting and attacking Sentrys were more than ready and prepared to fight.
Everything was left when on top of the wall except for several clips of the weapons that were not yet loaded and ready.
In the middle of the wall: the captain in charge of the battalion looked left to right to make sure his men were ready, then looked behind him, under the wall to see another battalion of soldiers and sentry ready and armed in case the first line fell and the Orks came to create an opening in the wall.
"Captain. The ionic mortars are loaded and ready for launch. "A Galra engineer spoke to the captain from his comm. "Just give the order and we will shoot."
"Okay, chief engineer; I can already make out those greenskins approaching, he will have his order within half a doboshe when they are at an acceptable distance." The Captain answered and cut off his communicator and then addressed his men.
"Today, in a place like this, we are being attacked once again by the countless horrors that inhabit this universe, but fear not! For 10,000 years, the Galra have overcome these threats with our claws and teeth and have emerged victorious! Thanks to the will of our Emperor Zarkon, we have thrived in the stars of this dark galaxy and today we are going to show these greenskins who are the true warriors! VICTORY OR DEATH!
"VICTORY OR DEATH!" The Galras on the bridge screamed at the top of their lungs and with pride.
"May death and misfortune fall before those who seek to oppose the true masters of the universe!"
The fight began when the first Wartrakk exploded as a sphere of hexagonal patterns (1) came out of the sand and rolled towards the vehicle to make contact with it and explode.
A dozen additional explosions emerged as the vehicles were stalked by the proximity rolling mines which were buried in the plains and headed towards them like an animal to detonate in sparkling explosions.
Several of the Greenskins stopped but it proved to be a mistake as once they had stopped their vehicles were overturned and collided with each other creating a sinkhole of scrap metal and trapped orks.
Then with an order from Captain Galra, the mortars were fired. Hundreds of thick beams of light were shot into the skies, then descended on the trapped Orks in tremendous explosions.
The Orks also responded to this attack.
The powerful and most destructive Dakka was thrown without any hesitation towards the first defense wall, which they detonated but did not make a dent as they discovered that the wall had a Barrier of particles protecting it like a second skin.
Kracknarva was upset by this news but it was already waiting, so with an order he sent the Orks of his entourage to stop and wait for the heavy weapons to arrive, meanwhile the Kopters were shot down by the Galra lasers and the scattered Orks who uselessly they tried to do something against the energy shields.
All they did help was deploying the Chaser Squigs to successfully clear the proximity mines while the Slugga and Choopa Boyz took cover and emptied their entire Dakka with anarchic glee. Shortly after, heavy weapons began to arrive. More than a dozen Leman Russ tanks with railgun attachments which glowed a blazing green light before firing powerful beams that slammed into the shields which became fully visible thanks to the dispersion of energy.
Many Galras fell after the strong tremors caused by these impacts.
"To the turrets, concentrate fire on the tanks!" The captain barked at the turret operators who concentrated fire on the Leman Russ tanks.
But their suppressing fire turned out to be futile as each Ork tank had a particle shield on which it bounced off as it absorbed their shots.
"Mister! The Orks also have shields on their tanks!" One of the officers revealed it and this earned him a slap in the face by the captain.
"I saw it, officer!" The captain yelled at him. "What is the state of our shields!?"
"At 68% and slowly falling sir!" Another officer replied as he held up a holographic tablet. "For every Ork killed, six take its place! The barrier will not withstand with its continuous attack! "
"How long until the mortars reload!?" The Captain aimed his blaster and fired a clean shot at an Airboy in the head.
"Six doboshes exactly!" The officer replied.
"Very well, we will hold on in the meantime!"
"OI, BLURDS!" A Gretchin wearing a bomber helmet called out to Nob. "WOTAH'EAD AN HIS BOYZ IT'S HIR!"
"IT WUZ TAIM TO DA GROT APP... APPE... ZOGG!" Kracknarva screamed scornfully to see behind her and appreciate the arrival of several predator tanks, Rhino and Eldar Snakes equipped and remodeled by the best Mekboys of the WAAGH and from there appeared the Big Mek.
Wotah Ead had an unusual appearance for a casual Big Mek, since the great Ork was nothing more than a floating head inside a large cylindrical tank of water, his spine was connected with a long series of cables of every imaginable color which allowed him to control the machine that he had as a body. He carried a total of six limbs: two long legs with huge legs and four arms equipped with a deadly hook, a heavy machine gun, a flamethrower and a Tau plasma launcher, on his back he had two yellow painted missile carriers.
Wotah'Ead
Big Mek of the Death Skullz Klan allied of Grombuz
"HA, WOTAH'EAD! LANG TAIM TO SEE YA!" Kracnarva saluted the oncoming Big Mek atop a remodeled Imperial Land Raider with a steamroller and turrets on all four sides.
"SHUT YER YAP, PUR EXCUS OF NOB!" Wotah spoke mechanically. (Rather he said through his transmitter since he could not physically speak) "IT JAST NEED ME TO APPEAR TO SAVE YAR PLEASANT BATT!"
"Yeah... Yeah... Watava ya say, jerrykan." Blurds muttered with her eyes rolling at Wotah's silly rant. He and the Big Mek did not have something to say as a good relationship, the Big Mek was very loyal to Grombuz and turned out to be very irritating on many occasions like now. "SO, YAR BRINGT DA NEW TOYS?"
"GLAD YA ASKF! LOIK TO THESE BEAUTY!" Wotah'Ead stretched out one of his limbs to present his new invention.
It was a huge tank, a little bigger than the Wotah Land Cruiser and as long as four Leman Russ in single file, armed with a pair of heavy turrets plated with thick sheets of steel for armor and lastly carrying a large cannon the size of Kracknarva and glowed with a kind of restrained energy.
"THUZ IT'Z DA GORK'S FOOT!" The Big Mek presented his 'masterpiece'. "IT'Z MY MASTAPIECE!"
"Welp... Loiks kute..." Kracnarva mutters as he gazes at the large tank and his gaze returns to Wotah. "WOT DOES?"
"WHEN I BUILT THUZ BAUTY, MY MIND WUNT AN THUZ PANZY DREKNAUGKS AN DA PAWAFUL SHAINNY KANNONZ, DEM GATHER MY BOY'Z MAIND AND BUILDS GORK'S FOOT." Wotah explained indifferently to the deafening shots from Leman Russ and the other Ork battle tanks. "IZ ONLY FUCNTIONAL FHANGS TO DAT BURING QWINTEDSSANCE AN IT TAKES A LANG TO LOD, BAT… WHUZ IT IZ AT FULL PAWA… AWL IN HIS PASS IT'Z DELET TO NOFING…"
"Captain! The greenskins brought with them a kind of huge tank!" A soldier yelled through his visors.
"Give me that!" The captain tore off the visors and saw the Gork's Foot advancing imposingly with the armored vehicles, the upper Galra left perplexed and fearful of the menacing appearance of that large tank.
"Officer ... are the mortars ready?" The captain asked the Galra next to him with an almost fearful tone.
"They are ready, sir! But if he wants to shoot them towards the armor line we will have to wait two more doboshes because the steering system is too delicate." Officer Galra responded with a concerned look. "But firing would be considered a risky gamble as we don't know if this also has a particle shield."
"Do you have a better idea, officer!?" The captain yelled for his voice to be heard with all the shots from his side.
"N-no sir, I don't think I have a sensible enough idea for the present situation." The officer looked away in embarrassment.
"Then I order the mortars to be pointed at that tank and fire!" The captain roared and no one could contradict his order.
An entire row of Orks fired several high-powered missiles while the tanks fired powerful and relentless explosive blasts towards the wall; it could be visibly noticed that the particle shield was already in its last stage of resistance, the defenders gave all their attack power before the massive horde of greenskins which seemed to have no end.
Each Ork or Gretchin killed had 5 or 7 more in their ranks, each one of those savages wasting incessantly a storm of bullets of the highest caliber, destructive and noisiest created by the Mekboys to such an extent that you could already see the small mountains of bushings. Several Airdboys took off from the ground in their rockets backpacks and crashed into the walls in powerful explosions as the Choopa and Slugga Boyz continued to fire, yelling their battle roar that shook the earth itself.
Then the Ionic mortars were fired again, dozens of large, thick beams of purple light rising through the clouds in a mighty fireworks display, then descending with the grace of a raging god into the relentless green tide (especially the division of Wotah'Ead's tanks).
The results of this were different from what the Galra planned.
Some tanks were destroyed by the tremendous power of the mortars but heavier ones like the Gork's Foot and the Leman Russ around it survived without any scratches, this was because just before the energy beams hit the heavy tank, warp radiation signals shot out and just above the heavy tanks a crude warp energy barrier appeared, effectively protecting their armored weapons successfully.
It wasn't the only barrier that appeared, other psychic barriers also appeared in the larger groups of Ork warriors. The Galra on the front line of defense who witnessed this slowly panicked, they were so foolish not to have thought that the Orks must have had an ace up their sleeve.
Kracknarva and Wotah'Ead looked behind them at a large figure floating in the air approaching them, it was another Ork the size of a Nob but unlike the other Nob and the Big Mek, this Ork did not possess any cybernetic enhancement, except the implantation of a Psychic hood stolen from a Librarian of the Blood Ravens, he wore a heavy gray robe which hung several bloody Druid masks as a belt and in his left hand he held a staff with the skull of a mysterious creature, the Ork's eyes shone with intense energy green from which emanated power.
Behind him were other Orks floating with him, each possessing lower levels of power compared to their leader.
Mors Magik Blodgrim
Weirdboy Nob of the Death Skulls Klan.
"BLUDGRIM!" Kracknarva greeted the great floating Weirdboy in a friendly way. Of all the Nobs, Blodgrim was the one that Blurds liked the most due to his serious demeanor and his intense thirst for battle. "AR YA COMMIN TO JOIN DA PARTY!?"
"YA KNOW THAT YES, YA BASKETS!" The Weirdboy spoke, his voice booming like a coming storm. "FEELING ALL THAT WAAAGH WAS TOO TEMPTING AND I CAME HERE TO JOIN THE MASSACRE!"
"SO YA ARRIVED JAST TIME TO SEE DA POTENTIAL OF GORK'S FOOT!" Wotah'Ead raised her limbs and made her way to the Mekboy beside her. "OI, TELL THUZ DRONES TO LOAD DA BARREL AN GET READY TO FAIRA!"
"YES, BOSS!" The Mekboy saluted before marching off to the huge tank to convey orders from the Big Mek.
The three Nobz watched anxiously as the great cannon began to emanate a red light in the hole, the hum becoming louder to the point that it completely drowned out the gunfire in their ranks.
"FAIRA!" Wotah'Ead roared with her two left arms pointed at the wall.
The Gork's Foot fired a thick red beam that travels at full speed and impact against the thick wall, the particle shield could not withstand the punishment anymore and was immediately extinguished and created a powerful explosion that devastated the Galra who were stupid enough to stay at the top with the force of an ion cannon.
When the cannon of the big tank lost power, everyone saw the great gap it left in the first defensive line. Kracknarva immediately launched the attack and the Orks took advantage of the situation to enter and destroy everything in their path while the rest were eliminating the remaining forces of the first defensive line.
"Commander, there is a breach in the first wall, the defensive line at the top of the wall has died and our forces on the ground are just now facing the green tide on land." Officer Urbik carefully notified the planetary commander.
"Hmm ..." Yuzka growled, thus closing her good eye. This was not good, but it was to be expected that sooner or later the first line would be violated by those beings. "At my command I want you to deploy our bombers to provide aid to our troops on the ground, also tell the sentry factories to increase their production rate, I don't care if we have to use the quintessence of our warehouses."
"At your command, sir." The officer greeted her and then ran out of the place.
The battle on the ground was intense for both sides.
The crude Chainswords of the Orks collided with the swords and energy shields of the Sentrys, as the latter were destroyed every second while the rest along with the soldiers gunned down the greenskins which were in the open, a squad of Murder Kans clumsily advanced with his weapons raised and dismembering Galra soldiers until one of them fired a missile towards his position, roasting the Gretchins inside the machines; Several explosions echoed everywhere thanks to the heavy cannons located in the towers located in the middle of the second defensive line.
A Galra soldier pointed a missile launcher at a group of nearby greenskins and fired, several thick limbs flying through the air in the tremendous blast. The soldier searched under his feet for a reload of his missile when he heard several growls near him and saw that there was a wave of Gretchin mounted on several Attack Squigs assaulting and devouring several soldiers and Sentrys alike while their mounts fired at whoever they were their sight or those who were fleeing the massacre. A couple of these creatures focused their attention on the soldier and ran with their two stubby legs towards the hapless soldier who was already in the process of launching his missile launcher and running out of range, just as both mounted Gretchins were halfway to their target engulfed in a brilliant explosion due to the detonating function of the missile launcher.
A pair of Leman Russ entered the breach along with some of the surviving armored vehicles; The towers immediately concentrated their fire on those armored vehicles, managing to take out a few, but the tanks continued to resist and more joined for the slaughter.
The confrontation was working in favor of the Orks and if the defenders had to do something to stop their advance before they reached the second wall.
Fortunately for the Galra, help was not long in coming.
Several shadows were projected from the skies and both opponents looked up to see hundreds of thick-looking Erto launching from their compartments black spheres with a red tip (2), the spheres rolled across the battlefield on the side of the Orks when they fell to the surface and two seconds later they detonated in sparkling explosions that made the ground rumble for several seconds, the tanks and vehicles could not withstand so much punishment and were reduced to scorched and shattered shells. The heavy Erto did not stop there, but went beyond the now destroyed first defensive line to destroy the green hordes and war machines.
"ZOGG! ZOGG! ZOGG! ZOGG!" Kracknarva ranted and kicked at the sight of his boyhood being reduced to nothing after the heavy bombardment by those damned bomber ships.
Wotah Ead on the other hand wasted no time and ordered his armored division to fire towards those Erto, the antiaircraft turrets emptied their ammunition towards those ships while the Weirdboys led by Blodgrim created energy shields to protect the rest of the troops.
"DA ZOGGIN FURRIES DON'T KNOW WHEN TO GIVE UP." Blodgrim said with a smile on his lips. "THU'Z IZ A GUD FOIGHT!"
"SHUT YER YAP AN DU SOMEFING, YA GIT!" Blurds barked angrily and impatiently. "DA FURRIES TEIK ADTANGE FOR THUZ!"
The WeirdNob just gave the other Nob a hard look before closing his eyes, the other Weirdboyz copied him and all of them rose even higher to the sky with their scepters crackling green energy, a loud buzzing flooding the battlefield as the Weird Nob he raised his scepter and from it he concentrated all the energy of the WAAAGH and the other psychic Orks and shot it into the sky.
A beam of warp energy furrowed the clouds, bringing them to blend and rotate around them, the once white clouds turned gray almost black, green lightning resonated as the first raindrops fell on the planet for the first time since hundreds of years ago.
Gork's tears have been summoned.
"Commander, our warp energy receivers have exploded. Also, there is an anomaly brewing on the other side of the first wall." An operator spoke to Yuzka who was in the center.
"Put it on screen." The Commander said.
The image appeared showing a conglomeration of large thunderclouds from which green lightning and thunder emanated. The Planetary Commander was mildly surprised; He hadn't rained in over 600 years due to the Quintessence extraction process and now he could see the heavy rains falling on the sand for the first time… towards his ships.
He could see how several of the Ertos Bombers were struck down by said lightning or plummeted after suffering several malfunctions, this was caused by those enigmatic Weirdboyz to stop the bombardment and advance without interruptions.
"Damn greenskins." Yuzka muttered to then give orders. "Fire the ionic mortars! At will and tell our troops on the ground to retreat to the second line.
A Galra soldier stabbed his energy spear into the face of a Burna Boy, the Ork fell like a sack of potatoes while another joined the fray with his chainaxe on his shoulder, the soldier dodged to roar swing and deftly twisted his spear. and cut the side of the green skin who barely noticed it and tried to punch him but his hand was cut cleanly and then he was stabbed through the neck, the Ork only released a couple of weevils before he fell to his knees and then all his thickness body was resting on the ground.
The Galra soldier took off his helmet to see the situation clearly, taking advantage of the fact that there were not many Orks around him, those that remained inside the front line were slowly being eliminated thanks to the advantage that the Ertos Bombers gave, but that was not It lasted a long time since on the horizon I could see a conglomeration of black clouds which were destroying the support ships with their green lightning and heavy rains.
The communicator on his arm vibrated from him and the soldier put his helmet back on to receive new instructions from his superiors. After hearing them, he immediately retracts his spear and picks up his weapon to trot back together with other soldiers and sentries towards the inner gates of the second defensive line, a platoon of sentrys remained to provide cover for their strategic retreat and to activate the mines. rolling and bury them in the sand.
It didn't take long for the storm to hit the front line, and with it the Orks came back with a roar.
"WAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!"
A large horde of Slugga, Choopa, Aird and Storm Boyz along with some Atakk Squigs and Gretchin flooded the breach of the wall shooting madly at everything that moved.
The humanoid machines opened fire on the second wave of greenskins but it did not last long as the greenskins killed them quickly. Another thunderous explosion collapsed another part of the wall as the Gork's Foot widened the gap to pass it along with the other Orko vehicles.
Kracknarva, Wotah and Blodgrim stepped into the breach and watched as their boys slaughtered what was left of the Tin'eads while some small groups were killed by the detonation of the rolling mines, one group in particular was bursting with laughter at the sight of to a Gretchin running for his life from one of those noisy explosive balls.
"I DAN'T SEE ANY MOR FURRIES ERE." Wotah announced with his head snaking both ways through the water tank.
"DEY AR NOT BECUS THEY HAV GUARDED THEMSELVES ON DA OTHA SID OF DA OTHA WALL, JERRYKAN!" Kracknarva pointed to the second massive Galra building. "ZOGG, AT THUZ POINT WE WILL RUN WIDAOU ANOTHER BOY FOR DA LAST OFFENSIVE, WE NEED DA BOSS RIGHT ERE."
"YA DAN'T HAV TO WORRY ABOUT DAT, KRACKNARVA." The Bigmek said smugly, several bubbles escaping from his mouth. "NO MATTA HOW LANG WE TEIK, WE WILL CRUSH YAR DEFENSES AN THUZ WORLD WILL BE ADDED TO OUR KOLLECTION."
"OUR!?" The Nob Kracknarva scoffed at what the Big Mek was referring to. "YA WANT TO SAY ABAUT DAT GROMBUZ ASSHOLE!"
"WOT IS DA DIFERANSE!?" Wotah asked idly spread all four arms. "YA ALRAIDI KNOW DA FINGS IN THUZ PLACE, ONLY DA STRONGAST AND BADDAS PREVAILS! NOW, SHUT YER TRAP AN GET YA FOIGHTING! "
Following that declaration, the Big Mek broke away from the group into its armored division leaving the two Nobz behind.
"I'M LEAVING TOO! I HAV TO GO TO INFORM DA BOSS OF DA SITUAFION, I WILL RETURN TO DA FOIGHT WHEN I END! " Blodgrim lifted his feet off the ground and along with his entourage from Weirdboyz walked away from a resentful Kracknarva.
"Sir, we have already reinforced the second wall with the arrival of the Hersyts." Urbik informed Yuzka. "There were some discussions but the captains accepted your orders and allowed them to join their ranks."
"Perfect, this is not the time or place for silly discussions to affect our performance in protecting this planet. I want you to focus your fire on the heavy weapons and larger groups of greenskins this time, I also want you to focus half the energy of the shield towards the same point that damn tank is pointing. "The planetary commander explained as he stubbed out his semla cigar and pulled another from his pocket. "That will make the wall last even longer than the previous one. Still no news from the emperor? "
"Negative sir, I don't know when he's coming." Urbik looked down with some anxiety in his eyes.
"He has to come. The hope of this world lies in your arrival. " Yuzka clenched her fists. "Our defenses are decent but they are not enough to stop Grombuz's advance."
Beyond the first wall now in ruins: A huge figure was sitting on a kind of great throne atop a great mobile fortress. The place was totally obscured by the thick clouds to such an extent that the only light was the brief, flashing green lightning bolts.
The being that sat on the throne was undoubtedly the largest and greenest Ork in the army. Armed to the teeth with a powerful armor of power, weapons of the most dangerous and a sword forged by the same embers of the warp, his face was described as the ugliest and that due to his relationship with the feared Goff clan of which he was his former predecessor Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka who had lost his life after the fourth war of Armageddon. His arms were intact but full of scars and some cybernetic enhancements giving him an exaggeratedly bulky size, he was wearing a helmet with black horns and a banner of a flag representing his clan.
Grombuz "The Ripper"
Warboss Ork of Goff Klan.
The colossal Ork looks up at the sight of Blodgrim descending from the air to rest his feet on the roof of the rolling fortress. It took the chief Weirdboy a few seconds to stand up together with his entourage of psychic Orks against the Warboss.
"BOSS, I COM WIT GUD NEWS!" El Weirdboy Nob hablo con suficiente claridad. "DA WAAGH! IT IZ GOING GUD FOR DA MOMENT, DA FURRIES AR BACKING UP EVERY MOMENT AN IT WILL NOT BE MUCH FOR US TO TAKE IT IN PIECES AN TEIK DA PLANET! "
Silence…
The Warboss's response to Blodgrim was total silence, the only noise there was that of machinery, heavy rain, and flashing lightning. The Weirdboy and his boys looked at each other in confusion as they saw his boss in great silence.
"...IZ ZARKON ERE?" Grombuz spoke in a tone that could be considered boring among boys.
Blodgrim stared at the Warboss as if he were a strange thing.
"WHO…?" The green-skinned psychic asked tilting his head in confusion.
The Warboss grunted and rose from the thick seat and took heavy steps towards the Nob and grabbed it from the open and lifted it off the ground to bring it within inches of annoying face; Blodgrim and his boys were totally nervous and he was looking for what was the reason for the new mood of his boss.
"DA EMPEROR FURRY, ZOGGIN WEIRDJUNK! DA MIGHTY TYRAN WHO HAS NEVER BIN BEATEN! ITZ SOLE PRESENCE CAUSES SEAS OF BLOOD! "Grombuz screamed from the four winds with his arm raised to the heavens.
"AH... DAT UON!" Blodgrim said as if he recently remembered something. "IT IZ SAYIN THROUGHOUT DA UNIVERSE DAT IT IZ TUU STRANG!"
"IT'Z DA DREAM OF EVERY WARBOSS FACE SOMEON LOIK IM. THUZ NAT WHY I DID TRY TO CREATE THUZ WARBAND AN DESTROY SEVEN MISERABLE PLANETS TO GET HIS ATTENTION FROM HIM. "Grombuz barked in Blodgrim's face. "DID YA SEE IT YES AR NO?"
"I… SORRY, BOSS. BAT DA UON WHO DESCRIBES HAS NAT APPEARED. "Blodgrim fearfully apologized to the Warboss.
Grombuz snarled and released the Weirdboy in disdain before turning around and sitting back on his throne with a face of utter bitterness.
"DO WOT YA HAV TO DO TO TEIK THUZ PATETIC PLANET." Grombuz said without even looking at him as he rested his chin on his knuckles. "ONCE WE FINISH, WE WILL RETURN TO DA SHIP AN GO TO DA NEXT PLANET; I DAN'T FINK TO STOP UNTIL I CAN FINALLY HAVE MY ANXIED GRIEVING."
"KAY, BOSS. WE WILL NAT DISAPPAINT YA! "Blodgrim declared as he prepared his boys to return to the battlefield.
"FOR YOUR OWN WELL IT IZ MORE WORTH THAN NOT..."
The battle as the hours passed was getting more intense. Both parties were giving their all for supremacy. The Galras fired like no one else in the universe at the Orks while the latter continue to appear in piles thanks to the spores which released their bodies when they died, they shot with all their arsenal the second defensive wall with the usual characteristic savagery. Slugga, Choppa, and Burna Orks emptied their entire arsenal onto the particle field that was protecting the wall.
Wotah'Ead was not very happy with the recent situation.
As he was seeing things, the Furries were concentrating their heavy weapons towards their creations with mania, many of their armored vehicles were being relentlessly pounded and some were being sent into oblivion. Not only that, those bastards were deploying a nonstop of those Tin'eads and some heavy variants to face them on the ground; It was almost entertaining to watch but he had to focus if they wanted to keep pushing through.
The Big mek looked at Gork's Foot whose muzzle was smoking after its recent use and was in the process of reloading, his masterpiece has also received some shots but nothing to worry about since he had put the best particle shields that he could do. The bad thing was that with each passing moment more Orks died and more of their creations were destroyed.
Wotah looked up at the clouds and as the green lightning struck the battlefield, this brought the ghost of a smile; It does not matter what is happening if something is safe, the Orks will crush everything in their path one way or another.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" The Big Mek along with other greenskins roared, more and more Orks joined its characteristic war roar which was comparable to the lightning bolts from the black clouds.
"Commander Suzkla!" One of the technicians inside the command room named Zort spoke up. "I bring news from the emperor!"
"It was time." Suzkla said feeling indescribable relief. Regardless of whether it was good news or bad, he felt a weight lift on his shoulders. "What does it say?"
"They have managed to come out of the warp storm with little loss. It will come to the planet wrapped up but they will need to reboot the systems of all the battleships to activate the space jump. " Technician Zort explained.
"How long will it take for Emperor Zarkon to arrive?"
"He will take two vargas to arrive." Another technician named Uruk responded by lowering his arms and looking at the planetary commander.
"Two vargas ..." Yuzla muttered thoughtfully as he sucked on the end of his cigar, smoke escaping from the right side of his lip. "If we keep those greenskins at bay long enough until the emperor arrives, the planet would be safe."
"Holding the Orks for so long would be exhausting for our men; especially having that damn tank firing at our shields constantly, not only that: our Ertos bombers have been decimated and Grombuz has yet to join the fray along with the rest of his forces. " Another of the technicians (didn't know his name) said.
The planetary commander gave a soft analytical growl. The situation here seemed not to go in his favor as the seconds passed. The empire has fought this greenskin menace long before the birth of the Empire and they have always proven to be as unpredictable as the Tyranids and the Mutraddi but whether it is a two or four planets destroyed, the Galra would always rise up against any threat.
But a planetary commander who respected himself would never have thought of sacrificing the planet to stem the green tide, people like planets are a resource which had to be protected to ensure the advance of the Empire.
"We will do everything in our power to protect this planet." Yuzla sentenced with a firm and straight look. "We are the Galra Empire and we will not be frightened by mere animals. Victory or death."
One Weirdboy spewed a blast of fire on a squad of sentinels while another with a mere thought smashed another into a crude disc and flung it like a Frisbee at a larger model slicing off its head. Kracknarva smashed another robot with his foot while neatly splitting two others with his energy ax, his entourage of Orks were also giving a crushing battle to the machines the furries were sending them. A good warm-up.
But the Orks facing these machines were already getting bored and completely bypassed them and riddled them with their firearms.
"ERE WE GO, ERE WE GO, ERE WE GO!" The Nob activated his launcha rokkit from his back showing a bloody smile towards the enormous wall and with a roar he deployed several missiles that hit the strong building whose particle shield was cracked.
The defenses of the second defensive wall were hanging by a thread. The soldiers along with the planet's volunteers were doing their best to hold off the ork advance to no avail with almost half of their forces already slain in the glare of battle.
A loud hum echoed through Wotah'Ead's armored division and all the soldiers above the wall watched in horror as the barrel of that massive tank was glowing a deep red. Neither had a chance to escape when the Gork's foot fired its devastating ion beam, causing the particle shield to shatter and hit the wall surface. The blast erased all nearby Galra soldiers from existence while the rest were sent off by the shock wave, smashing some of them to pieces.
Almost a dozen Trukks took the lead with large drills placed in their bumpers to drill the surface of the wall to create holes for the Orks to pass through, it took time but finally the greenskins managed to break through the walls of the second line of defense.
And what they found in the third line was something worth facing, hundreds and hundreds of Galra along with thousands of Sentinels armed to the gums opened fire on the enemy in a bloody combat that would decide once and for all the fate of the planet.
Captain B'nurk raised her Chainsword and with a roar lowered it over the face of a Burna boy, the blades of energy splitting the metal, flesh, bone and brains of the green skin with ease, she kicked the Ork's body. dead to put it aside and fire with her south-energy rifle towards the enemies that were in front of her and her kill team (which was composed of the most veteran and hard-fought soldiers who were survivors of the most hard and bloody having furthered their experience and skill either from distance or melee).
She was close to splitting the head of another green skin that she did not see another approaching from the side with a power klaw dangerously approaching her neck, fortunately it did not happen since the Ork's face was bathed in pink plasma which melted her face and I kill him on the spot. B'nurk turned to see one of her subordinates holding a heavy long-barreled blaster.
"You don't have to thank me!" The soldier, whose name was Zor'd: was few of the surviving soldiers of the invasion of Jurath, a planet affiliated with the human empire which had thick jungles and hostile fauna Zor'd and his platoon were on the loose when they were ambushed by the Catachan Jungler fighters. The upper left half of his face was plated with cybernetic metal obtaining a cybernetic eye and his arm was replaced with a bionic enhancement which allowed him to carry heavy weapons effortlessly.
"More incoming contacts in our perimeter!" A female voice roared and a storm of gunfire was heard from beside him. The captain turned to Ger. This Galra soldier was the only survivor of her troop that came from Metokka which had been invaded by the Drukhari. She was found in a near-death state with her arms and legs pointed, however her countenance was never broken and she was put back into service with further enhancements to the four missing appendages. She swept away a horde of Gretchin and Squigs with the Gatling blaster from her left arm and incinerating a pair of Orks with the flamethrower from her right arm. "I see more Orks coming in!"
"Fixing that!" A harsh voice declared loudly followed by several short but loud burps followed by tremendous explosions from a dozen meters away. Sergeant Major Zrud was known to be one of the surviving leaders of the defense of the Euxyr border now destroyed by the Ultramarines. He hardly counted it when an Astarte with Terminator Power Armor shot down almost all of his squad, it took the intervention of the Druids to save his life but the cost was his vital organs replaced by cybernetic replicas.
Captain B'nurk's Kill Team along with other elite teams and hundreds of sentries armed with the best ballistic equipment were put ashore as the last line of defense between the mega city of Auxyr and the Orks of the WAAGH of Grombuz the Ripper. The confrontation itself was too intense but the people here were already used to this kind of confrontation, after all they had faced the Tyranids about a century ago, for her it would be like facing them again in a power struggle. .
But these Greenskins proved to be more resourceful than the life-devouring race, the Orks' physical defenses were tough, and combined with their aggressiveness in battle, they managed to dispatch quite a few squads. The Ionic Mortars had fired once more, thus attenuating the horde of these savages a bit. Zrud took the opportunity to fire two rounds of his grenade launcher towards a small group of scattered Orks, blowing them to pieces while the Sentinels kept them busy with support fire, Ger unleashed another round on a stranded Murder Khan, the Gretchin inside him ended as a strainer with the rounds of energy managed to penetrate his armor.
"We need to go back to high ground to gain an advantage over the Orks!" B'nurk spoke with his gun pointed forward and his grasping his chainsword with a vice.
"Seriously?" Z'rod asked incredulously. "These idiots aren't thinking of backing down and neither am I!"
"I wouldn't mind destroying a few more!" Ger leaped toward the group in perpetual alertness.
"Don't be reckless!" Zrud exclaimed as he grafted the ammo into the remaining slot on his grenade launcher. "If we are still here, beings riddled by those damned!"
"Not if we shoot them first, their poor aim and arrogance is our advantage to take!" Z'rod argued with an irritable glance at the sergeant major.
"That would be true though, soldier. But other teams are being overwhelmed by the enemy as we speak. " Captain Galra reasoned with the reckless soldier.
"And what does it matter? the weak must be swept out of existence for the strong to take command, it is victory or death and those who do not accept this mantra have no right to call themselves Galra! " Z'rod said showing unwavering determination on his face.
"Your argument about him is valid. But it is one thing to die with honor and glory and another thing is to blindly carry death. " The sergeant major said in an understandable tone even in the middle of the battle. "The human regiment of the Death Korps of Krieg is an example of their dishonor and naivety; Don't foolishly seek your death, son. The most acclaimed warriors in the empire like General Ranveig or Commander Sendak are those who gain experience through the fire of fighting. "
Z'rod was silent as he absorbed the wise words of his superior for a few moments before nodding reluctantly, no one could make a counter argument with that.
"Well! now as he had said- "
The captain had not completed her sentence as the earth had shook with a tremendous explosion and almost made them fall into the wet sand and they saw how the gap in the second wall expanded after being received another shot from the Gork's Foot giving way to more greenskins along with their vehicles and war tanks.
"FALL BACK! LET'S BACK SO WE ARE NOT ANNIHILATED! "B'nurk barked, shoving one of the rookies into her squad and she and the others ran back to high ground as the automaton soldiers provided covering fire.
Kracknarva smashed a soldier's head with her boot and sliced a sentry in two with her energy ax, then fired four rokkits at the Furries' machines and fired with her machine gun; the Galra soldiers tried to fight back but were slaughtered by the rounds the Nob and his boyz had delivered.
"LET'Z GO, BOYZ. KRUMPED, KRUMPED ANTIL NO UON IZ LEF! "
Elsewhere: Wotah'ead unleashed a hellish wave along with a squad of Burna boyz into a wall of soldiers and sentries who took refuge in the barricades. Bludgrim and his weirdboyz unleashed a blast of lightning that destroyed the warships in the sky.
"HA, DAT'S TOO ESY!" Wotah exclaimed and made a sweeping motion with her flamethrower as she advanced across the battlefield. "ERE WE GO, ZOGGIN FURRIES!"
The Big mek was ecstatic, the bloodshed, the destruction and the intensity of the fighting is the thing that Orks love the most; tearing and gutting until only mountains of corpses remain is the day-to-day of this savage race.
Bludgrim vomited another blast of flames along with his boyz, managing to fry a dozen soldiers along with his sentries, then received return fire and some Weirdboyz had been seriously injured as he had not activated his psychic shield in time. One of these fiery bolts struck him squarely in the side of Bludgrim who only snorted from the burning and continued to assault him.
Wotah also received some shots and some of his Mekboyz and Gretchin had died (as if he cared) however he continued to assault him along with his partner.
Z'rod roared as he fired his heavy blaster into the advancing crowd of greenskins, firing and firing until he ran out of ammo and dropped the now useless weapon and pulled out a pistol to continue their retribution fire as the rest of the Kill team gathered together. with other defense squads they continued to maintain control over the Orks.
A Wartrakk accelerated to ram the hapless Galra but the sergeant major's quick thinking prevented him by launching an explosive projectile over the hood, the improvised vehicle being swallowed up in a ball of fire and burning pieces.
"Thank you, old man!" Z'rod thanked Zrud with a nod, who responded while he was concentrating on firing more explosive shells at the vast enemy army.
Ger's bionic legs extended into blades (3) And with them he decapitated a stormboy and leaped towards another to nail it into his brain and shoot others with his machine gun and then deftly swung back to remove his peirna skewered in the skull with green skin.
B'nurk grunted as her Chainsword got stuck inside the torso of an Ork she had recently stabbed when he tried to take her by surprise, the captain was distracted at the time when another Ork had inadvertently tackled her with a tackling that completely knocked her down. A couple of soldiers carried the green skin but he dispatched them easily and approached the captain with his machete raised to finish her off; But that was not the case as a large leaf emerged from her chest, staining the captain's face with blood and killing the green skin.
When the great blade was removed from the Ork's chest he revealed the Yuzla commander standing proudly with his bloodstained power sword. B'nurk and the rest of those present were surprised by the sudden and unexpected presence of the planetary commander in the middle of the battle.
"Can you stand up, captain?" Suzkla asked when he extended the bloody chainword to B'nurk.
She stared at him for a few seconds before taking her sword and standing in front of the commander with a gesture of resolve.
"That's right, commander." B'nurk nodded with her sword resting on his shoulder.
"Then you can keep fighting." Suzkla declared, then pushed the crowd aside and looked out over the bloody battlefield. "We are the only salvation on this planet. We will not allow these savages to taint Emperor Zarkon's pride with his presence! Victory or death!"
"VICTORY OR DEATH!" A chorus of roars and battle cries echoed throughout the defensive line. Determined to die to protect what is rightfully theirs, the Galras charged the Orks in an intense final battle.
But fate had other plans.
It was the thunderous sound of an energy cannon in the black clouds followed by a huge purple beam penetrating them and falling on the surprised green horde. The explosions that followed were shocking to the defending army who immediately fell back to find out what the hell was going on.
Commander Suzkla looked up to the skies where there was a hole in the thick clouds, revealing a ship that was literally sent by the gods. It was a Dreadnaught floating in the planet's sky along with more than a dozen additional cruise ships soaring through the atmosphere.
The cruiser opened fire on enemy lines with the aggressiveness of an enraged god, no Ork was lucky enough to escape those deadly ion beams.
But that was not all.
Several carrier ships left the war cruiser and landed on the planet to let out squadrons of Juggernaughts armed to the teeth and charged for the ultimate offensive.
The planetary commander along with his entourage were deeply moved that they decided to join the fray with a battle cry of their own. They knew ... they are going to win ...
Near the second defensive wall, Grombuz rose from his seat to see with his own eyes the imposing battleship of the empire, a cruel smile manifested on his face as his huge fists clenched eagerly before the battle to come. .
"IT'Z ERE…."
Inside the Dreadnaught that was inside the planet. Zarkon accompanied by two of his Jugernaughts as bodyguards, moved towards the hangar where a ship would send him to the surface of the planet.
"The defense that Commander Yuzla administered, though inefficient, has managed to hold off the Orks long enough until our arrival." One of the Druids who accompanied him explained. "Apparently I use civilians as volunteers in defense of the planet."
Zarkon said nothing as he walked to his next destination. By the time he arrived he was greeted by another Galra who was undoubtedly the most voluminous in terms of musculature, his face was wrinkled and he was wearing the regulation commander's armor although on the left side of his chest there were several medals, he had a bionic enhancement in his eye Right, his thick arms were bare and scarred from countless battles on behalf of his emperor.
Ranveig
Lord General of the Galra Empire.
"My lord, your transport is ready." General Galra saluted his emperor and pressed a button to open the ship's lock. "I will join the fight shortly, I wish you all the luck in this fight, Vrepit Sa."
Zarkon remained impassive as he entered the ship, leaving the general and the Druid. The ramp closed, leaving the emperor in darkness, his only light source being the sparkling purple eyes.
Blurds blocked a power sword with his forearm and stabbed the Jugernaught with his energy weapon, however the furry seemed to have over fuel and hit the Nob in the face unexpectedly causing him to only enrage and crush the idiot several times. Kracknarva tried to move forward but several bolts of energy hit his body like a hornet's nest causing him to take cover and step back along with his boys.
"ZOGGIN FURRIES DON'T KNOW WHEN TO GIVE UP!" The Nob roared and unleashed a volley at the enemy with little effect as they continued to regain ground.
One Jugernaught pierced a boy's face with its claws while another annihilated several Gretchins with a flamethrower, a few sentries provided fire support, and several Orks were killed by the combined fire of the Tin'eads and cheap copies of the Space. Humies.
Wotah'Ead unleashed blast after blast of plasma but the damned were tough and they managed to knock over several Trukks and Leman Russ tanks with just their hands and they worked together. This only served to piss him off further and unleashed another explosive wave with his launcha rokkits, yet it did little to stop the heavy warriors who continued their aggressive placating.
Mors and his entourage were apparently the only ones to do something before the reinforcements, he unleashed a sling of green lightning from his scepter; the Weirdboyz did the same and managed to char a few soldiers and Jugernaughts alike. Then Bludgrim raised his scepter and slammed the lower point onto the ground creating a psychic shock sling that swept away everyone in its path.
But things turned around when he saw a Juggernaught emerge from the thick layer of dust completely unscathed. This Galra warrior was different from his fellow Juggernaughts: this one appeared to be wearing priestly cloth with dark brown armor with a six-eyed mask-shaped helmet.
This was an Accolythe, a south-organization of the Druids which became psychic warriors for use on the battlefield, it also has the utility of keeping the Juggernaught in line. They are absolutely ruthless on the battlefield and their psychic ability is such that they could even compete against a member of the Thousand Sons.
The Accolythe extended its arm upwards and huge rocks emerged from the ground where they began to spin so fast until they became balls of fire and then were thrown towards the entourage of Green Skin Psychics. Mors stepped forward and with the top tip of his scepter glowing green, he swung to send out a psychic slingshot that destroyed the huge fiery projectiles and then spewed a blast of fire at the psychic warrior but the Accolythe extended his voluminous hand and the flames were scattered as if they collided with an invisible wall.
One of the Stormboys attacked the Accolythe from behind with a crude machete but was stopped by a bulky object that suddenly appeared in front of him. He was big and bulky like a green skin, wearing thick obsidian armor with and wearing thick bright purple spikes that ran from the base of the forearms to the case which is shaped like a dark knight with two ethereal purple flames (4)
The Ork was surprised and dismayed by the sudden appearance of this armored giant but came out of his surprise and with a roar made a vertical slash in the shoulder of the newly appeared.
Nothing…
No scratch, movement or complaint came out of this armored subject, in fact, the stormboy's crude weapon was destroyed without even realizing it, it was like he had tried to cut a thick wall.
Such was his amazement that he failed to raise his own sword, a black sword whose blade glowed in purple fire, then made a slash which resonated with the force of thunder and split the Ork diagonally.
"Oh..." were the last of the assailant before life left his body.
The armored being turned and stamped heavily towards Weirdboyz's group next to the Accolythe and both warriors froze emitting utterly menacing auras. Seconds later, more Jugernaught appeared from the dust cloud, weapons drawn and threatening postures.
The Weirboy Nob gritted his teeth in fury and let out a battle roar and they all charged at the Galra warriors.
"We will land on the ground in sixty ticks, my emperor." The ship's pilot communicated to Zarkon as he felt the vibrations from the deafening explosions.
"Open the hatch, I'm going to jump." Zarkon said suddenly.
"...Wait, sir, I didn't hear you right." The pilot spoke without changing his tone. "But did you say you going to jump? The fall is going to be long. "
"Are you questioning my order, pilot?" Zarkon asked with his little patience.
"No sir. Opening the hatch right now, Vrepit Sa." The Pilot quickly cleared up, immediately carrying out his emperor's order.
The ship's ramp opened and Zarkon narrowed his eyes slightly as he felt the furious current of air hitting his face, his cloak flapping wildly in the stormy breeze but he didn't care too much for it as he took two steps towards her until he saw with his own eyes the bloody battlefield, none of the Juggernaught did anything to stop him, they just stood to watch what he was going to do next.
Then he jumped…
As he swooped down to the ground, he pulled his bayard from his belt and activated it to transform into a warhammer. When he was only ten meters above the ground he did a backward somersault to straighten up and hit the ground in a powerful blast that sent many Orks flying through the air.
The rest of the greenskins around stopped and looked amazed and confused at the sudden explosion that occurred in their ranks; one of them: a bare-chested Viking Helmet Slugga Boy approached the huge pothole with his pistol drawn and his machete in hand.
"WOT WHUZ DAT, GRUNIK!?" A Painboy asked the young Ork.
Grunik stared into the hole for a few seconds and if nothing but dust to see, the Ork turned around just before a bright flash flickered over the pothole.
"HE. IT WHUZ NOFING DOK, LET'S-" Grunik's words caught in his load as he felt an immense stab of pain coming from his back and spilling out to the left side of his chest in the form of the point of a sword, Grunik couldn't even release. a groan before the sword that emerged from his chest rose diagonally leaving the poor Slugga Boy on his knees with both body parts open like the pages of a voluminous book.
And behind him was left only Zarkon whose Bayard was shaped like an ornate Drukhari power sword. The Orks present instinctively took a step to assess the Galra in front of them.
"WAAAGGHH!" One of the boyz roared and lunged at Zarkon with his round mace.
The Emperor just gave him a disinterested look and raised his sword upward and swung towards the Ork that was only seven steps away from him, the upper jaw of the green skin disappearing along with the rest of his head as the Zarkon's sword had split into five blades linked by a trail of energy and was moving like a whip, splitting towards the middle of the head in the blink of an eye and then folding back.
The attacking Ork collapsed onto the sand like a bag of dirt. The Painboy and other Orks followed with their gazes the flying head of the recently killed Ork which landed on the sand with a terrified expression in his eyes.
"I'm waiting." Zarkon casually spoke to the greenskin crowd.
Some boys did double take to see their partner's head in the sand and Zarkon, without any hesitation, let out a powerful roar and charged with their weapons towards the Emperor with total disregard for their lives.
"Very well." Zarkon jumped just before being impaled several times by crude swords and spears and pirouetted in the air with his sword-whip, slicing off the heads of five greenskins in the process. "Let's Dance." (5)
A Stormboy swung his Chainaxe vertically but Zarkon moved to the side dodging it and stabbed into the Ork's mouth and then gave it a sweep that knocked him to the ground and he did a spin, swinging his whip horizontally towards a pair of Orks, dividing them by half along with the head of a Gretchin that was there by chance. Zarkon quickly glanced over his shoulder and saw a squad of armed Orks who immediately unloaded their weapons at the emperor who immediately swung his whip sword with such rapidity that it turned it into a circular wall of energy that protected him from deadly pellets until They ran out of ammo to swing it almost artistically to cut the attacking Orks into ground beef.
The sound of an incoming engine caught the attention of the Galra leader who turned around and saw one of the Trukks approaching him with several Orks mounted inside. Zarkon's Bayard shimmered and shifted into the warhammer from before and waited for the vehicle to get close enough to then make a 360-degree turn and hit the side of the vehicle so hard that I sent the Trukk to make a barrel turn, causing the Orks above him to be thrown into the air and the vehicle to carry more greenskins ahead.
An Ork Kommandoz took the opportunity to stab the emperor in the back, but he saw it coming and hit the stupid with his hammer so hard that it only left the lower part of the body standing from him. More Orks joined the fight but were easily repelled by Zarkon's hammer as if they were mere flies.
A Murder Kan appeared in the middle of the case and under its circular closure over the head of the Galra leader who blocked it with his weapon causing a shower of sparks; an Ork took advantage of the fact that he was busy to tackle him from behind but Zarkon thought fast and moved to the right side as he swung his weapon to redirect the circular fence, thus slicing the opportunistic Orkoid in two. Zarkon did not end there as he guided his hammer and hit the circular lock causing the war machine to lean its weight forward and Zarkon took advantage of the opening to jump and land a mortal blow on the cockpit of the Murder Kan leaving it totally defeated.
Zarkon made another 360-degree turn to sweep away all the Orks approaching him and saw a trio of Mekboyz carrying energy storage poles on their backs which fired in a blast of energy. Zarkon's Bayard shone at that moment and transformed into a large shield that blocked the rebel energy while he saw under his feet a tube grenade which he picked up and threw it towards the Mekboyz trio who panicked and dispersed. when the grenade exploded and they tried to get up to continue their assault but the supreme Galra did not allow it and he lunged at them with his shield with the force of a Trukk and sent the Mekboy flying back and grabbed the lower part of the shield and used as a huge blade that divided the rest of the Mekboyz along with some scattered Orks.
"RRRRAAAAGHHH!" With a mighty roar, he threw the shield like a Frisbee and in an arc towards the endless green horde which literally liquefied them as it came and went towards its owner to glow and transform into a Chainsword that he used to diagonally slash a Shoopa Boy.
Seeing how they were easily overwhelmed by an individual, the ranks of greenskins stopped and stared cautiously at the Galra who was surrounded by the divided remains of his fellow attackers.
Zarkon lowered his Bayard and relaxed his posture when he saw the hesitant and fearful greenskins around him with his weapons pointed at him and keeping their distance from him.
"I see that they are already losing their motivation." Zarkon held the bloody weapon over his shoulder, with a cold gaze declaring the following: "Bring me your Warboss here so I can kill him, or else I will fight my way towards you."
Several greenskins snapped and jeered threateningly toward the Galra High, but among the ranks of them, there was an Ork who was staring at Zarkon with utter seriousness and caution.
This Ork was one of the Kommandoz of the WAAGH. He was dressed as a Catachan soldier with a green camouflage cap and his left tusk was silver and he was wearing a white t-shirt which was written in vulgar gothic: I LUV DAKKA.
Silva Fang
Ork Kommandoz Infiltrator.
That's right, Silva Fang was an Ork infiltrated the ranks of the Warboss with the purpose of keeping their leader informed, who was right now outside the system, he became Kommandoz to avoid the constant fight. (Much to his annoyance) however he maintained a good facade and was not discovered at the moment.
A flash shone behind him and he saw that a flare had been shot up into the sky lighting the place like a new sun.
Silva, like everyone else, knew what it meant.
Blodgrim stepped on the head of one of the Orks killed by him to resume his attack on the Accolythe when several white flashes illuminated his back. Several Orks stopped and looked up at the dozens of flares floating through the sky filled with black clouds.
"WOT DA ZOGG IT'Z HAPPENING!?" The Weirdboy roared as he pointed to the sky. "WU SHO DA!?"
"DA WHUZ DA BOSS!" Another one of the Orkoid Psychics announced.
Kracknarva and Wotah'Ead continued their assault on the Furries troops when one of the boyz appeared with unexpected news.
"DA BOSS IZ GOING TO FOIGH AGAINST DA FURRY EMPEROR"
"WOT!?" Blurds turned his incredulous and angry head at this unexpected news. When did it happen and why hadn't he realized it? "WHER!?"
"BEHIND US, DA FURRY EMPEROR MEID KRUMPED DA ODA BOYZ SO ESY, SO DA BOSS COME TO STOMP IT." The Airdboy replied simply.
The Nob and the Big Mek shared a look at this unpleasant news. They had heard the many stories from other Orks about how strong Zarkon was and how he defeated various Warboss on different battlefields.
Kracknarva was more than excited for that fight, he wanted deep in his soul to see that scoundrel Grombuz be pathetically killed but his common sense told him that if the Warboss Goff lost; he, like the rest of the WAAGH, would be doomed.
"WOTAH, PRIPEAR GORK'S FOOT IN CASE TO GROMBUZ LOOSE." Blurds said without looking at the now confused Big Mek.
"...AR YU SURE?" Do not confuse. Wotah'Ead was unquestionably loyal to Grombuz but his life came first and he had many things to experience. He didn't want to lose his life today. "FINE DEM."
The Orks had to clear a large space to make way for the rolling fortress that Grombuz was walking in. The Warboss could already be seen standing on the edge of the vehicle with his gaze fixed on Emperor Galra who was in the middle of an extensive ring made of green skins.
When the huge vehicle came to a stop, Grombuz leapt to the ground in a loud gritty rumble. The Orks around him roared euphoric and eager to see the bloody combat that was coming. Zarkon was oblivious to all the fuss these brutes made, his gaze was only fixed on the Warboss approaching the fighting ring. A group of Gretchins from both ends appeared with huge melee weapons on their shoulders; Grombuz gripped a great battle ax of power with his left hand and a thick and cruel cylindrical mass with his right, the Gretchins left to give space to the Warboss who entered the battlefield.
"I TOIK SEVERAL PLANETS TO CALL YAR ATTENSHUN!" Grombuz reverberated toward Zarkon and signaled him with his mass. "BAT YA AR FINALLY ERE, AND I'LL FINALLY HAVE MY ANXIOUS FOIGHT!"
"You have too much self-confidence, green skin." Zarkon said calmly and stoically, then pointed to all the torn Orks beneath his feet. "It's nothing new for your kind: stepping on the dragon's tail and thinking that they can outmaneuver them with their great numbers."
"BORIN YAPPING, FURRY GIT!" Grombuz cut off the Galra's comment with a swing of his ax. "NOBODY CARES; MAY DA FURRIES BELIEVE DA HARDAST AN THE BADASS IN DA GALAXY. BAT DA ORKS AR DA HARDAST AND BADASS OF CREAFION! AN I'LL PRUVE IT ONCE HANG YAR EAD OVER MY THRONE! "
"Many of yours said exactly that... and now they are dead." Zarkon said cruelly with his gaze narrowing.
"WAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Grombuz carried his power ax over his shoulder and made a vertical slash towards Zarkon.
The Emperor literally disappeared from how quickly he dodged the attack and his bayard turned into an energy sword and charged a blur towards the Warboss to finish it off at once.
To his misfortune, a shield of green energy manifested on his forearm and blocked the Emperor's rapier, Zarkon fell back to dodge Grombuz's counterattack and somersaulted to the left side as he struck the ground with both weapons. of the.
"Pathetic, using a shield in battle? The last I heard is your species hate them. " Zarkon spoke with a hunched posture.
"WHO IN HIZ HEALTHY JADGMEN WOULD REJECT SOM IMPORTANT PIECES!?" Grombuz rant, hitting his weapons with a loud screech. "I WILL TEIK ADTANGE OF EVERYTHING I HAVE IN MY POSSEFION TO KILL YA!"
Zarkon only hummed to himself, he had forgotten that these savages would do anything to win, even if it meant abandoning all belief in his combat doctrine... never mind.
Grombuz dove again with his ax held high and Zarkon moved to the side, dodging it and propelled himself towards the Warboss again with his sword pointed at his chest but the great Ork came to him and blocked the energy sword with his mass while He put half his weight away and swayed the mass to Zarkon's side, but the Galra Supreme transmuted his bayard into a shield and blocked the shield in its tracks as a blast of sand spawned where he stood.
Grombuz roared when he threw a powerful swing with his ax and Zarkon again blocked it with his shield and launched himself on the attack, taking a great leap towards the Warboss and hitting him in the face with the shield; Warboss Goff drew back in pain and saw that some of his teeth had fallen out and it made him furious. Zarkon on the other hand stood with a disdainful look with his shield shining and transforming into the razor blade he previously had.
The Warboss charged with his weapons again and attacked horizontally but Zarkon had jumped and his sword split to cut the face of the great Ork but he lowered his head and the only thing that split were his horns and his banner, then he caught the whip of light slashing with the handle of his ax who coiled up and pulled it back with Zarkon on it and delivered a powerful blow to Emperor Galra.
Zarkon sailed through the air and collided with a large rock that made a wide dispersal of dirt and debris; the Orks roared and chanted to Grombuz who was standing with his gaze furrowed and his weapons still raised. The greenskins were confused when they heard a deep landslide and Zarkon emerged from the hole in the rock completely unscathed.
"Hmp." Zarkon dusted the dust on his man nonchalantly and walked leisurely back to the dueling ring.
The Orks around him drew back with looks of disbelief and amazement, Zarkon did not blame them: anyone other than a tough Ork would have been pulverized by a Warboss blow...
...But he stopped being normal millennia ago and faced the greatest horrors that the universe could bring him; he even he defeated a demon prince of chaos. He wanted to provoke a little psychological war with these greenskins and show them who he had messed with and that they will regret it.
"General." Yuzla called out to Ranveig who drew one of his swords over the face of a dead Painboy. "Don't you think we should help the emperor?"
"The Emperor can take care of himself." Ranveig said with complete nonchalance as he continued to collect his scattered weapons. "None of us dare to interrupt him when he confronts whoever started the WAAGH."
"Are you sure?" the planetary commander showed mild surprise at this indifferent stance of the Galra Empire's greatest general.
"Remember who the Emperor is, boy." Ranveig said with a dark look. "He is that kind of being who will rise above all forms of life."
Kracknarva gritted his teeth in bubbling anger when he watched as Grombuz was pathetically mocked by the furry Emperor, he, Wotah'Ead, and Blodgrim returned to witness their duel. The Warboss swung his weapons as if he were cutting through the thick grass of Armageddon in an attempt to catch Zarkon but the bastard was too agile and would stop his attacks in their tracks and then counterattack in the open sections of Grombuz.
Zarkon transformed his Bayard into a battle ax and collided with Grombuz's, the green skin Warboss vertically swinging his mass towards him but Zarkon moved quickly and attacked Grombuz's side but the particle shield protected him and hit the side with his forearm but Zarkon stopped the force of the blow and his Bayard turned into a Chainsword and he used it to bite into Grombuz's skin.
"ZOGG! DA URKS! " Grombuz screamed in pain and drew his arm aside to strike back with his ax.
Zarkon leaned back, avoiding by centimeters the edge of the great green skin's cruel ax, as he rejoined, he leaped so high and his bayard transformed into the warhammer and did a death turn, then swung it vertically with a roar. powerful.
Grombuz blocked the attack and both weapons collided in a scintillating sound, causing a small shock wave that knocked several nearby Orks away. Zarkon rocked forward and kicked with both legs at Grombuz's face, making him recoil and just after hitting the ground he lunged against the Warboss stomach with the tip of his hammer and finished the combo with a powerful blow to the jaw that he made it fly along with his weapons.
Some Orks and Gretchin who were behind him could not escape and were crushed by the thick green mass of their battle leader, his weapons were blown out of his hands and fell away from his reach.
The Warboss stayed on the sand for a dozen seconds before opening its eyes with a furious expression and leaping to its feet. His jaw was bruised and his helmet had come off revealing his bald green head with a small ponytail. When Grombuz rose fully he let out a mighty roar that made the air ripple itself.
"Did you enjoy your nap?" Zarkon asked boring.
"BOYZ! BRING ME DA MOSHA STAMPA! "Grombuz roared with might.
The sound of a cannon shot sounded behind Zarkon and he saw on his shoulder a wrecking ball attached to a chain that exceeded his size, the ball flew and fell towards crawler who caught it and wrapped his entire thick arm with the chain and then put the chain on huge ball on his shoulder.
"I see then." Zarkon's bayard changed and became a Chainsword again.
"THUZ ENDS NOW, ZOGGIN FURRY!" Grombuz dropped the ball from him and with both hands grabbed the chain and swung the large wrecking ball towards Zarkon.
He obviously moved to avoid her but he froze when he felt something stuck in his cloak and when he looked over his shoulder he saw that there was some kind of nail stuck in one end of his cloak.
The wrecking ball struck Emperor Garla with the force of a freight train and rolled him onto the sand. Grombuz was not going to give him rest and balanced the ball vertically again and again towards the pothole in which the Emperor Galra was, the dust cloud expanded with each titanic hit until the Warboss got tired and left with it a deathly silence in the duel ring. Grombuz withdrew the bolay from him, placed it on his shoulder and spat on the ground with disdain and contempt.
He was about to turn to leave when a blur erupted from the great cloud of dust and Grombuz had no time to defend himself as the glowing, seething blades of a dusty, cracked-armored Zarkon Chainsword bit diagonally into his face with voracious hunger.
The Warboss roared in agony as the blade was cutting its way into the flesh, accidentally dropping its ball and hitting Zarkon to free itself from its surprise attack, but the Supreme Emperor did not end there: right after being detached from the personal space of the Orko, his bayard turned into a power fist and with his bare fist he struck his torso that made him bend at the indicated angle to deliver a devastating uppercut with his power fist that sent the imposing Warboss flying through the air.
After flying for three seconds, the Warboss fell sprawled on the cleared sand. Zarkon sat up for a moment to wipe the dirt and blood from his face and saw by chance the wrecking ball thrown next to him, he did a double take with the Orks who showed concern and fear towards his boss who was lying on the floor ground.
"UGHH...!" An overwhelming moan escaped the Ork's mouth and he rolled onto the sand on his stomach. He then he tried to stand up but Zarkon's latest attack had stunned him too much.
However he was able to ignore that and managed to stand up...
But a large shadow loomed over him and as she looked over his shoulder she saw that it was Zarkon descending on his with his wrecking ball attached to his power fist.
It was in this very moment that Grombuz was completely screwed...
"RRRAAAAGHHH!" With a final roar, Zarkon slammed the heavy ball onto the Warboss's head in a sickening, loud crack.
Everyone fell silent when Zarkon jumped back and watched as Grombuz's body fell to the ground and did not get back up. The Orks around him showed utter shock and dismay at the way his Warboss had ended.
But none gave another thought as the roar of hundreds of engines echoed through the skies and everyone saw the Djalg and Ertos in droves descending on the black clouds and then unleashing a rain of death on the green tide. The Orks finally realizing that they were defeated began to flee for their lives from where they came from.
Kracknarva and her boys were running back to their vehicles the moment they saw the swarm of Galra ships appear and slaughter the other boys who were fleeing for their lives. Behind the Nob was Wotah'Ead who was covering the retreat with war tanks and heavy weapons as Blodgrim unleashed another barrage of lightning on the air reinforcements.
"WE RETURN TO THE SHIP WHILE WE HAVE OPPORTUNITY!" The Weirdboy Nob exclaimed as he held his glowing magic scepter.
"WOTAH! ITZ TAIM! "Kracknarva yelled at his partner Big Mek when he got on the Monsta Trukk.
The aforementioned on the other hand called one of Mekboy to press the red button while he was already moving as far as possible from the Gork's foot.
"IT WHUZ A PLECHURE TO MEIK YA..." The Big Mek told his best creation like a lover saying goodbye to his partner as he walked away from the war tank.
When one of the Mekboyz pressed the button, Wotah watched as the Quintessence storage tanks were overloaded to turn the mighty tank into a bomb.
Most of the Galra had retreated in time before a powerful, blinding explosion engulfed almost the entire third defensive wall, the unfortunate soldiers who were close enough were literally wiped out of existence and the corpses on the sand were wiped away along with everything.
Zarkon's cloak billowed aggressively after the tremendous shock wave which swept away all machinery and Orks that couldn't get far enough away. The shock wave was such that it cleared the skies of the black clouds that the Blodgrim and their entourage from Weirdboyz summoned.
Two minutes later, the withering light had slowly dimmed to a white dwarf that burned out like a candle, leaving behind a crystallized plain where there was a battlefield.
Zarkon fell silent when he looked around and saw that the warband had departed, the power fist shining into his Bayard which he hooked onto his belt. Emperor Galra took one look at the body of the Warboss he defeated before turning his back on him and leaving.
Now with this thorn in his foot, the Emperor could refocus on his original goal of getting Voltron and no space worm is going to stop him.
"This is Emperor Zarkon." Contact with the base. "Track the planets these Orks have been to and burn them. The one who left an intact planet will be executed for his incompetence."
Several Hours later:
It was already night and the sky of Auxyr 5 was dark with stars shining across the sky. The occupying Galras had begun the process of cleaning up any Orkoid spores that the greenskin corpses had released into the air, the Seeker Drones were scanning the entire planet while the soldiers were incinerating the corpses scattered on the battlefield.
But far away from the battlefield, Silva Fang along with two other Kommandoz were hiding in the cave around a campfire while doing Squig's roast. The other two Kommandoz were named Tarkus Mag Krauz and Laguts Mord. The former took a big bite out of Squig's paw while the latter looked very nervous and kept looking at the entrance of the cave with his Slugga in hand.
"Come on, Silva..." Laguts spoke in anguish, his voice was clear and did not show the incoherent babble of any Ork. "How much longer will we have to wait for Warkah?"
"Why the rush, Laguts?" Tarkus stammered with his mouth full. "Can't you stop thinking about her?"
"Quiet you, asshole!" Laguts grunted. "I can't be calm with those drones following us!"
"She will come, Lags ..." Silva Gimio as he lay on his side with his thick arms over his head. "Boss said that he would send her to pick us all up once we have confirmed Grombuz's death."
"But what if she doesn't come herself? What if they caught her?" Laguts continued with his anguish which was already bothering both Kommandoz.
"Bah, you worry too much, punch!" Tarkus patted the smaller Ork on the head pulling his cap off, revealing a small black plaque grafted onto his skin with glowing purple lines waving. "Zethrid would never leave his warband."
"How do you know that?" the young Ork accused the older of him as he picked up his cap and put it on his head. "I was almost hit by that damn explosion and you say I worry too much? Go to-"
His comment died when he felt an edge on his neck causing him to freeze as a slim figure appeared out of nowhere around the three Orks. Tarkus and Silva immediately pointed their weapons at said individual that they did not see coming.
"Zogg! You gave me a good one there, Warkah." Silva lowered his Choopa towards the apparition.
Warkah was a Yautja or better known as Predator, an exotic race whose way of life is based on hunting. The Yautja are natural hunters who go to places where war and conflict persist, hunt unsuspecting people for sport, and collect body parts as lurid trophies. Each Predator devises a unique hunting method and uses the unique equipment to employ that hunt. They are normally employed by the great powers or crime syndicates as mercenaries or hired assassins.
Warkah turned out to be an outcast for her people due to her gender and his stature. A female Yautja in the hunting trade is a true rarity for her species as most females are foragers or hunt smaller prey; Some of the females live long enough to become real hunters, but racism among their species often marks them as delicate and useless.
"+You should show some confidence in your leader, Ork+" The distorted voice provided by Warkah's mask gave the green skin a great chill. "+The doubtful are the first to die+"
Laguts fell to the ground as the curved blades of Warkah's bracer released her body from him. Tarkus and Silva relaxed their postures and lowered their weapons.
"Excuse the punch, he's just a Gretchin." Silva adjusted his hat. "He was born from the spores of Oguz and has been with us for about seven years."
Warkah didn't move his head or didn't feel like answering back. "+The land speeder is outside, do not leave an indication that they are here once we leave+"
"Have you gathered the other Boyz?" Tarkus gulped down Squig's piece as he scooped up his gear.
"+That's right, Hal sent me the coordinates of the extraction point, hurry up or they'll find us+" The Predator woman said to then leave the cave.
There was no need to repeat it.
Once they left the cave, the three specialist Orks left the place with Warkah's Land Speeder towards the extraction point which was a Tau shuttle ship which they saw other of their fellow Orks entering while being covered by a Tryvuulian whose Right arm was a machine gun ends named Fox.
"Fox, it's been a while!" Silva saluted the Truuvilian.
"Not enough, old fellow!" Fox and Silva greeted each other with a strong handshake.
"It is a surprise to see you in this place. The boss's wife sent you here?" Silva asked Fox and he shrugged.
"It needs a break from destroying nests of Nids, plus Ash and I need to go our separate ways to become independent." Fox said casually.
"Cyclops is not with you?" Silva snorted in amusement. "Are you sure she can take care of herself?"
"Hey, Mrs. Narti keeps her safe; she's the only one who keeps her power in check." Fox crossed his arms, mimicking an offended gesture.
"Hey, idiots! In case you don't know, we are all here to leave! "A Slugga boy screamed at the exit of the ramp. "Stop talking and get in the ship!"
The two of them hurried into the ship and Silva was greeted with dozens of roars of victory from other greenskins inside along with some random species which were part of the crew.
Silva Fang joined in celebrating his reunion with his band of boys who were scattered across the planet when the fight ended.
Warkah paid little attention to the bustle and headed for the cockpit where there were two humans. One of them was a man in his thirties with slicked-back black hair and a thin beard, he wore an amber vest with blue pants and black boots.
Next to him was an individual whose gender was unknown and that was due to the pile of better bionics that were on his face and in most of his next to a yellow priestly robe.
Harold jord
Tanith 432th Desert Pilot
Ma'ul XK-P2143
Renegade Tech-Priest.
"Warkah!" Hal greeted the female Yautja who in response grabbed her shoulder tenderly. "Are they all numbered?"
"+Counted and safe for extraction+" he replied and released his partner's shoulder to sit in the upper seat behind Ma'ul.
"Very well, it is time to leave this planet. You know what to do Ma. "Hal walked over to his fellow Tech-Priest who nodded. "Time to go back to the boss to give him an update on things."
Moments later, the shuttle lifted off the ground and flew out of the atmosphere, away from the asteroid field, then activated the hyperdrive and exited the system.
UF, how long...
I am a bit sorry for the delay but there have been several nonsense in my life that I have already solved (or so I think)
1: rolling mines refer to those mines from half-life 2.
2 - Those bombs also reference Half-life 2 when you face the assault helicopter.
3: The thing about the leg blades refers to a certain antagonist from the Kingsman movie whose name I have forgotten.
4: well that could be a P.E.K.K.A
5: I have also referred to Naruto with that word.