Killkrumpa steps through the portal onto the bridge of the Ork Kill Kroozer and finds himself towering over every Ork there, including the one in the flashy set of mega armor. He is definitely the Warboss of this group of Orks. All of them wear the yellow and black and snarling moon on a field of flames of the Bad Moons Klanz. The Bad Moons are considered the richest of the Ork klanz mainly because when their teeth get knocked out, they grow back faster than the Orks of other klanz. To a Goff like Killkrumpa, that fact just gives him all the more reason to punch them in the face.
Goffs are known to be the biggest, toughest, and meanest of the klanz. They don't need a reason to fight anyone, including other klanz each other. They prefer close quarters, fists, and choppas. In that regard, Killkrumpa is weird. Being a Weirdboy, he enjoys the use of the Warp more than anything, but outside of that shoota, choppa, Gargant, hell, he would hit a git with an entire planet if it meant showing them he is the toughest. Before, he had limitations, and he would follow the orders of other bigger, tougher Orks. Now, he is the biggest, and he is damn sure the toughest, so they would all follow him, or they would all get krumped. Those are the only options for any Ork in this galaxy.
The portal closes behind him, and he folds all four of his massive arms across his massive chest as he speaks, "Hello, you flashy gits. My name is Killkrumpa Weirdblitz, but you can just call me the Weirdboss. Starting now, I am the Big Boss of the Orks, which means all of you. Any questions?"
He locks eyes with their current boss, knowing what is coming next. The massive Ork stands about fifteen feet tall in his mega armor and still has to look up to meet Killkrumpa's glare with his own. He has a massive power klaw on his left arm and a supa shoota on his right. Both come to life with crackles and clicks as the warboss steps forward to square up with Killkrumpa. It is a mistake. Before the Ork boss can even give his name, Killkrumpa has covered the distance between them smashing any Orks and equipment too slow to get out of his way.
He uses one of his massive right hands to take the Ork boss by the head, lift him by his head off the deck like a child, and then slams him down hard enough to shake the entire bridge. At the same time, he drives his second right fist down into the Ork boss's chest. The force of the impact buckles the chest plate down into the flesh of the Ork boss, crushing bones and organs. In all likelihood, the Ork is dead, but Killkrumpa has a point to prove as he pistons into the fallen boss with all four fists, quite literally beating him into a bloody pulp in the newly made crater in the center of the bridge. He does all of this with a machine calm, and when he is done, he steps up out of the crater with his arms held out wide, wearing the gore that was their former Warboss.
"Are there any other questions," asks Killkrumpa, turning slowly to look at them all, "If so, speak up now."
The Orks look from him to the bloody crater, to each other, and then back to him before answering as one, "No Boss!"
"Good," says Killkrumpa, "Now, get the fuck off my bridge, all you's, I will call you when I am ready for you. Spread the word that anyone who wants to test their luck is welcome to disturb me before then. Scram!"
Every Ork flees the bridge, leaving Killkrumpa alone. Well, he is never alone anymore. Red appears beside him and leans to look into the crater.
"Very subtle," says Red with a chuckle before she disappears and reappears at the ship's helm, "And, of course, this is a damn mess. What the hell did they do, just crammed as many flashy buttons as they could on the console?"
"If you wanted subtle, you should've picked a Blood Axe," says Killkrumpa, "And they are Bad Moon gits, so yeah, probably."
"First of all, I didn't even pick you," says Red with a long-suffering sigh, "Anyway, I have a plan that will keep me from killing all of you and just taking the ships."
Killkrumpa laughs but knows that she would and could do it. That makes it even funnier, "Plans seems more like a Blood Axe thing, but I guess as Big Boss, I should be finding the best way to apply boot leather to azz and keeping you happy of course."
"Keep that second one in mind, and maybe I won't have to blow up your head," says Red with a gentle but demonic smile, "So, the problem with Orks is most of you are too stupid to remember to breathe and walk at the same time. In combat, though, few can match you. That is until your Warboss or Nob dies and then you are too busy fighting each other to fight the enemy. That and you are distracted by a hard breeze, which makes following orders and achieving objectives impossible. So, to counter these shortfalls, I created this."
She holds out a hand, and another port opens in his armor, releasing a floating silver disc. The disc dissolves, releasing thousands of silver threads into to air. Each by itself would be invisible to the naked eye.
"While remapping your brain," begins Red, calling one of the threads to the tip of one of her black claws, "I figured out what makes Orks tick. These threads are all infused with my influence. I will disperse them among your force, and they will allow me to alter their thinking just enough to overcome the stupidity and get them to follow simple orders like go left or don't shoot themselves in the head to prove who is tougher. Basically, making them slightly more intelligent than bricks."
"You sure you don''t just wanna cut all their skulls open and tinker with their brains," asks Killkrumpa.
Red looks like the thought makes her physically ill, "I would rather fire myself into a black hole. I don't think you realize how traumatized working on your brain left me. I have literally spent over twenty thousand years in the center of a planet-sized floating piece of space trash going in and out of a realm of demons. I would rather do twenty thousand more than dive that deep into another Ork brain. Hell, I can barely stand you."
Killkrumpa roars with laughter as the fullness of her plan enters his mind. With each thread, she will invade the target's mind and send signals into their brains to counteract the intrusive thoughts. Since every thought an Ork has is intrusive, she will just focus on those that make them less than effective in the field. Bosses usually do this by krumping their Boyz until the rest get the hint that following orders is in their best interest. So, this is just a smoother way to that end. It will also let her keep track of each of them and feed on the natural psychic gestalt created whenever a large number of Orks gather. She will create her own biological network and grow stronger with each Ork she adds to it. This will give her double the power both from the Warp and the Green.
"I like this plan," says Killkrumpa, already seeing the potential, "Just change one thing. Don't give them a gentle nudge. Give them a kick in the brain and make sure they follow my orders. I am not interested in keeping things as they are. I am going to lead a WAAAGH like nothing this galaxy has ever seen. A WAAAGH that will never end until it is ours or it is burned to ashes. The days of klanz are over. From now on, there is only one klan. The Weird Klan. My klan. Anyone who doesn't like it. Gets krumped."
Red's eyes are glowing, and the smile on her face is wider than her face should be capable of. She spreads her arms, and multiple mini portals open around her, each leading to every ship in the fleet. The threads fly through them and infect every Ork on them. He can feel every Ork they infect. He can feel them fighting the influence. He can feel her krumping anyone who refuses the new order. He smiles as his will is forced on all his Boyz. His eyes burn with green fire, and he lets out a roar that echoes through the Warp.
"MY NAME IS WARLORD KILLKRUMPA WEIRDBLITZ! THE BIGGEST BOSS! AND THIS GALAXY IS MINE! FALL IN LINE OR GET KRUMPED. I AM COMING FOR IT ALL!"