Time… Time was ticking… Forever slower, colder, harsher… Stugbrod, grimacing in his quarters, raises a fist with intent to slam it onto the wall, pausing for a brief moment, and then releases an almighty cry of anguish, his clenched hand slamming onto the metallic sheet to his right. The Targeting Squig on his shoulder shuffles a little as the muscles on Stugbrod’s body ripple with the deadly force of his rage.
“I. HATE. HOOMIES!” He growled in a blood curdling fashion, teefs grinding together, making his make-believe dentist cry. “I need me som’ of dem shiny rock things… Der Blackstone Rocky’s I thinks dey iz called?” Fist unclenching a little, the Waaagh!Boss takes in a deep breath and exhales in such a way that would make others question the capacity of his breathing bags.
A knock on his quarters door causes the BeastBoss to spin his head swiftly, almost giving himself whiplash, he winces and proceeds to saunter towards the entrance. With a slightly jagged opening, one of the Boyz is slouched in front of the entranceway, picking his nose and itching his arse. Initially, the Boy didn’t react to the door being opened, however, after Stugbrod clamped his Beast Snagga Klaw around the Boyz neck, his attention was fully his.
“-E foun’ som’ of dem sh--ny bla-sto- t’ings on a pla-et near us Boss…” Whimpered the Boy, struggling to get the words out whilst having his oesophagus crushed. The colour in his face was appearing to drain, the BeastBoss not loosening his grip at all.
“Get Nav’ on itz an’ make it snappy before I snaps your puny neck…” Stugbrod scowled, releasing the Boy and turning around to return to his quarters. This BeastBoss was in a foul mood, and not a lot could be done to alleviate his sheer ferociousness in the immediate now. He hated being beaten down, especially by hoomies…
Tapping on a communicator within his personal quarters, Stugbrod gets through to Zagblad, “I iz madder den mad Zag, so madz… Got any of dem Squigs lying aroun’ tha’ I could kick about the deck?” He asks with a small gleen of hope for some degree of minor entertainment.
“Stug, you knowz I ‘az ‘em, dey just keep on comin’” Responds an entertained sounding fellow BeastBoss, just one who prefers to be mounted upon a Squigosaur. Zagblad chuckles a little, punting one of the Squigs himself, Squigball really should be a sport on the deck somewhen…
Suddenly, red lights start to pulsate within the vessel that the Orks have apprehended, bringing all the main Bosses together at the quartermaster’s post. They wrestle between them for front position at the terminal, heads peering toward the large dirtied screen, merely inches away… (Again, totally nothing to do with poor eyesight… No…) Somewhere in their vicinity, they could hear a MadLad cackling to himself, holding two boomsticks in his hands, one in each, and slowly making them pass each other with varying sound effects, almost as if he were mimicking some sort of payload thing…?
“Dere! Dat’s where dere be moar blackstones!” Exclaimed Snikrat, pointing toward a planet that he didn’t realise they were already orbiting. “An’ der be no hoomies ‘ere Stug!” He continued, remembering how enraged the Waaagh!Boss was not too long ago from their previous defeat. He glances towards the BeastBoss, a gleam of excitement darts across his face, “An’ you knows whats better’ dan Squigball? Robo-Bashin’!” Spotting what appears to be the gleam of bronze metallic plates shrouded together with an aura of neon green.
Both Zagblad and Stugbrod’s faces bore teefy grins, their fists repeatedly clashing against the palms of their hands. The deck started to become busy with bodies, Boyz and Nobz alike, rushing back and forth, retrieving their most favoured of weaponry, the Squighog riderz saddling up their respective mounts, followed by the immense roar of a Tramplasquig which was rearing to pull it’s carriage ready to enjoy the rampage.
Coming down to the planet’s surface, Stugbrod stood fast, allowing the boyz to charge ahead in their various mobs. The Waaagh!Boss decided he would lead Dem Sneaky Gitz from within the HuntaRig, Zagblad charged on forward with Da Hoof Stompas, and Snikrat found himself leading Da Ice Breakerz, pushing an oversized timebomb that was destined for Shiny-Robo land.
As before, the battle was fierce, dem robos were numerous in bodies, and for som’ weird reason, even if you’d smashed one, dey just kept gettin’ back up?! They had some super shooty bots, firing upon many if not all of the Ork units, plucking them off one by one, until eventually, Snikrat was the last lad standin’...
He was about to push the big bomb into the enemy, but he was apprehended by some’ stupid flyin’ robo-kopterz which interrupted his momentum for pushing the payload. He had no ranged capabilities, only his Beast Snagga Klaw, an’ with that, he tried a final stand. After many a duck, dive, and dander, Snikrat eventually fell after many attempts from the Shiny-Robos…
Shiny-Robos… We will crump you… Eventually…
