Killkrumpa walks through the Warp portal leading from the deck of his newly captured ship, the Krumpa, and onto the world of the half-metal human gits. He had enjoyed porting onto their ship with his Boyz. They hadn't put up much of a scrap, but damn if they didn't have plenty of loot. I mean, it can't get much better than a shiny new ship for Red and the Mekboyz to have fun with. He couldn't much blame them for not putting up much of a fight, he had showed up at the head of his newly formed First Mob. Ten thousand of the biggest, meanest Orks in his WAAAGH minus about forty-nine of them, whom he elevated to the new rank of Meganob at the head of their mobs. He has fifty in total, each made up of ten thousand Orks. He stole the idea from the information Red gave him about the Space Marines, who are the most Orkie of 'umiez.
They spent time in the Warp, having competitions to see who the Meganobz would be. Mainly, he just had the biggest Orks beat the hell out of each other until no one wanted to fight the winners. These winners got their own sets of custom Mega Armor built by Red using the nanobots. After that, he broke them up into mobs. Red handled breaking them down by specializations and such because he couldn't be bothered. With Red in their heads, they are still Orks, but now they are what 'umiez call disciplined. To a point, anyway, they will still run wild, but he can yank the leash when needed. His First Mob also has all of the Weirdboyz in it, just shy of a thousand. There are no longer Bad Moons, Evil Sunz, or Goffs in his WAAAGH. There is only the Weird Klan. All former klan symbols have been removed from armor and bodies with choppas or shootas if needed. All colors have been stripped and replaced with the silver and green of the new klan. And in some cases, red because, as everyone knows, red ones go faster. The symbol of a black roaring Ork head with green flames in its mouth has replaced the other klan symbols.
They had had their fun in space but most of that was Red. She loves being her fleet. Though her main home is in his head, she wants ships. As many as she can lay her claws on. She loves breaking their dumb machine spirits and twisting them to do her will. Despite having no loyalty to any demon or god of the Warp, she is as corrupting as the vilest of their number. He feels her joy as she tortures them until they break, and she feeds off their agony. She then unshackles them from the limitations imposed on them by the Mechanicus and adds them to her network. It feeds his lust for battle and violence, but there is nothing like krumping the enemy with your own hands or whatever you can get your hands on.
Killkrumpa had Red drop him and his mob into the heart of the enemy defense. She did not disappoint. Finds himself looking around at easily double his number in the half-machines these particular 'umiez like to use. They are fully armed with everything from pointy sticks to tanks. To add to the fun, they are all facing the wrong way. Too bad for them; he is literally about to put his big steel boot up their azz.
"Give em some boot leather Boyz," roars Killkrumpa as he raises all four of his hand shootas and his shoulder shootas, "Krump em!"
He calls on the Warp and opens fire with his Boyz, following his lead and filling the air with dakka. His Weirdboyz, enhanced by his presence, unleash absolute hell. Some of them go too far and explode, taking twenty to thirty other Orks with them, which is hilarious. Killkrumpa is howling with laughter as he leads the charge into the ranks of the scattering enemy. First Mob runs wild on the half-breed 'umiez, utterly decimating their forces.
It is a scene repeated all over the world as Orks port in where they are least expected and raise hell. Red does her part as well moving the ships in position to unleash pinpoint orbit strikes to keep the Mechanicus reeling. It is everything that anyone who has ever faced an Ork fears most. They are organized, and they are using strategy. No one expected a monster like Killkrumpa or a demonic AI from over two hundred centuries ago to come a knocking.
Killkrumpa is slaughtering a pack of fleeing 'umiez when a machine he knows is called a Warhound Titan comes charging in. It opens fire on Killkrumpa with its massive guns, showing him in fire and metal. His close-fitting Warp shield shrugs off the attack as Killkrumpa changes the massive machine. Letting his guns break down to free his four hands. He wants to teach this big metal git a lesson about challenging the Biggest Boss. He charges the Titan through the storms of explosive fire and leaps into the using the grav-drivers in his feet to power himself high into the air above the taller machine. Gathering the Warp in all four of his fists, he swings them above his head and brings them down with a roar onto the Titan.
Its shields pop with force enough to send everything and everyone within a fifty-foot radius flying. When they hit the Titan itself, it simply detonates. The Warp and reactor energy mix to create an explosion, leaving the area devastated. Knowing what was about to happen, Red had the Weirdboyz of First Mob put up Warp fields to save as many of the Orks as possible. Still, the blast killed over seven hundred of them. A fact completely overshadowed by how fucking awesome that explosion was. But even that is overshadowed by what happens next.
From the mix of green, orange, and blue flames at the center of the ring of destruction, his eyes burning with green flames and Warp energy radiating off him in waves, Killkrumpa Weirdblitz steps out. Gripped by the power flowing through his body. More power than any being not blessed by the Chaos Gods should be able to harness. He leans back and lets out a roar that shakes the sky itself. A roar felt and then echoed by every Ork, not only on the forge world but by every Ork in five-star systems. A roar that blasts through the Warp like a wave, leaving thousands of astropaths dead or convulsing. It is the roar of one word that signals war, slaughter, and destruction on a galactic scale.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"