A logo where a white hue and orange ramshackle words with an Ork Jolly Roger, but the bones are replaced with spanners saying "ROKTOOF MEDIA", all while gunfire and Orks chanting, ending with "SHUTTLE UP, LADZ!"

*BLLLRT! BLLLRT! BLLLRT!*

Waking up, taking his trusty shoota and his favorite boss pole, Gargaz Teefgrabba then jumped what he believed was time for fighting, the door bursted through killed three Gretchin.

"WAAAAAAGH!- wot'z dis?"

Gargaz's awakening caused everyone to freeze as they all looked at their boss with fear, and silence. Annoyed by the constant alarm ringing out throughout his ship, he began to yell

"WOT DA ZOG'Z GOIN' ON 'ERE?!"

One of them, an ork boy just approached Gargaz and said "We'ze gonna crash into some world!"

Gargaz was confused, but went along as-

*CRASH!*

the strange space he was in crashed, just as he was about to brace onto something.

The massive Ork meteroid of a ship crashed into the barren and desolate wasteland of a world not recorded in any of their charts.

Somewhere, a trio of vehicles of ramshackle make stopped a hundred miles at the crash site.

"Alright, boys! Time to make paydirt! Get me the most valuable piece of shit we can find there and it's free beers at Moxxi's! Go, move!" said a human in haphazard clothing, as he raised his assault rifle high.

His group, roughly about a dozen bandits and a midget clad in an axe of crude make, went about and around nearing the wreckage, but upon arriving there... they investigated what appears to be a ramshackle assembled variety of technologies not heard of by anyone. All the tech they saw, well, it's as crude as they are, only slightly advanced than they are. They could make buzzards but they sure as hell can't make computers.

"Holy badass, Skam, this tech's pretty much like ours! I wonder if King's gonna like this?"

"I dunno, Klik, maybe we'd clear this for guns or whatever rich crap they got here and be done with it."

"Hey skaglicks! We got something over here!"

The bandits found a what appears to be a hulking being of green. What they noticed was that he wore leather pauldrons and matching pants and boots, but the difference is, his appearance appeared to be haphazard; relatively some parts of his clothes were welded, bolted or nailed in metal plates of reddish yellow plates, even tire tracks are nailed his his pauldrons.

"Looks like some kind of Goliath here, boys... only pretty much green." one of them said.

"And hey, he's got some kind of gun here." another said, picking up a weapon that appeared to be a boxy construct reassembling a rifle. He looked and aimed at the gun which was heavier and bulkier than he is with enthusiasm.

Another kicked him lightly to see if it's breathing. "I don't think this skagbait's moving an inch-" he was proven wrong as the strange green goliath suddenly sprang up to life, grabbing the gun one of his friends took and started blasting. Caught by surprise, they panickingly raised their pistols and fired, yet it bounced off his thick hide, and so they got blasted to bloody mulch patches.

The bandits stationed nearby tried to help out on the commotion, but they would get blasted full of holes by the raging green goliath.

"WAAAAGH!" Gargaz shouted. Being disturbed in his beauty sleep twice by his boyz, and now these weird-looking humies was what broke the squig's back for him. Now he wants some real fighting to let it out of his gas-guzzling system.

The bandits still stationed at their vehicles manned their sawblade and machine gun turrets and fired at the incoming horde of green coming towards them, though it didn't even slow them down at the slightest, it may have killed a dozen of them, but their biggest badasses managed to grab them and throw them out, their metallic or incredibly tough hides soaking up their gunfire and saws. Once ejected, they were yelling war cries, raising their choppas, sluggas and shootas, shooting with both mid and latter and roaring in the air, grateful that they survived.

"Deze humies got themselves sum noice lookin' trukks! Let's go get da boss!"

From afar, a pair of lenses looking on a sniper's scope peeked on a high rock acting as a vantage point. Yet he would only observe, not kill, as the green titans didn't prove a threat to them as of yet.

"Looks like we've got some new friends." the mysterious sniper replied.

Meanwhile, in a little flying town once used by the Dahl corporation years before it was abandoned, someone peeked out of it's town hall, where the town propelled up in the sky.

Fiery red hair mane tipped in sand white, looking out with shining amber lens, this woman looked right out the window with her hands leaning against the frames. Yet, her incredibly noticable features are the blue laced tattoos stringed across the left side of her body, laced and curved with no structure upon them.

Enter Commander Lilith, leader of the Crimson Raiders.

She came and saw a familiar bird squawking in the distance. It was Talon, the spawn of the late Bloodwing. Her arrival meant that Mordecai was coming.

She went and came to the command center, where one of her friends, Mordecai, had arrived, usually in his thin and lanky frame covered in goggles in his eyes and bandaged to act like clothing.

"Anything about Pandora?" Lilith asked.

"A rock crashed in the Dust Wastes just miles away from the Backburner. Out of it, a bunch of green and mean looking guys armed with guns I've never seen. Dunno who these guys are though, but they kept hollering and shouting, heck, they even fired guns I've not seen before." Mordecai replied. "Estimates say they're heading for the Bloodshot's hideout in the dam."

"Whoever these guys are... keep an eye on them. Keep me updated when you can." Lilith ordered.

"Got it." Mordecai departed whistling to Talon's to lay perched on his arm.

All while Lilith looks at the screen as the center began beeping red in the Dust.