Killkrumpa and his Boyz spend a full month stomping Fortion Major into a bloody mud hole. Where a regular Ork WAAAGH would have descended into infighting and eventually civil war, the WAAAGH Eternal, under the brutal domination of Killkrumpa and the invading guiding hand of Red, remained focused. There was still infighting, of course; they were Orks; Orks would fight because one farted louder than the other. It is just much more controlled. Killkrumpa pretty much just let them get on with it, Orks don't generally need to be told how to kill punies and loot their corpses, just given a swift kick in the face when it is time to stop.
The Biggest Boss showed up to every major engagement and kicked the teeth of the biggest opponents he could find in before leaving thr rest to his Supa and Meganobz. There haven't been any major engagements in weeks, just what is left of the 'umiez and Blueboys trying to ride out the storm, which mostly means them hiding like cowards while Mobz steal their shit.
Killkrumpa is standing on the command deck of the orbital station, which Red's Mekka Korp is stripping for parts. The station has been cleared of most of its 'umiez by her Space Mobz, either killing them or making them slaves. All of the Red Robes, who the 'umiez call Tech-Priests, have had their minds ripped out by Red and are now just fashionable servitors. Outside the space station window, a true monster of a Kill Kroozer is taking form. Red had taken many of the captured Umie and Blueboy vessels taken here and cannibalized them using her nanobot floods. Then, she had used the millions of tons of material to build a massive skeletal shipyard. Then, she pulled the Krumpa along with the flagships of the Umie and Blueboy fleets side by side into it to hold them in place while she slowly began to fuse them. Now, Killkrumpa watches im pleasure as his new Ultra Kill Krooza, the Galaxy Burna, nears completion.
"I think it suits you," says Red, appearing on his shoulder, "What do you think of the prow?"
The ship's prow is still taking shape, but it is a massive roaring Ork head, Killkrumpas to be exact. From its mouth come the three barrels of a massive cannon that Red assures him he will love to shoot.
"Even Gork and Mork will stop sluggin' to admire this baby," says Killkrumpa in true awe, "You are a true Ork through and through with the smarts of a Brainboy, of course."
He offers her one of his massive fingers, and she high-fives it.
"Once it is done," says Red after taking a moment to send her Mekka Korp orders, "I have your next target in mind. How do you feel about stomping some big armored zombies? They are so tough that you might have to stomp them five or six times to make them stay down. And their leader, well, he will definitely take some extra killing."
"You had me at stompin'," says Killkrumpa with a wide smile, "Hey, what is a zombie?"