A troop of boyz had come back to the hulk’s crash site with good news; there was a humie settlement nearby! There had been resistance, and the orks had returned to Uzdreg to report and bring back more dakka. A fight was just what was needed, so Uzdreg grabbed his retinue of nobs, along with a few of the ladz, and moved out. He didn’t trust those superstitious Death Skullz, so they were the ones that got to come along. If a few of them got killed, so much the better. They were all weedy gits anyway…
The space hulk had left a wide swath of trees tumbled, broken, on fire, and devastated, so that was the way they went to start off. Orgrash said that the town was a ways off, and had a wall around it. That was fine; they had stuff to take care of the wall. Uzdreg grinned and swung his big choppa at a tree. The whirring teeth in the blade bit and chewed through the trunk with ease. Maybe the humies had never encountered the orks before. His ladz were monsters, killers every one, and were always spoiling for a fight. This had better be a good one. A scuffle broke out in the ranks, and one of the nobs smashed heads to keep order.
Uzdreg thought it was important to keep the boyz in the fight whenever he could; bad things happened when there wasn’t enough fighting to be done. His Bad Moons had been doing just fine, and then they’d discovered Death Skulls freeloaders on the hulk while they were in transit. Some of the nobs were all for throwing the lot of them out of the airlocks, but bigger fists prevailed in the end, and the gits got to stay. The way Uzdreg saw it, they were cannon fodder for the front lines when the fightin’ got serious. Of course, this backwater planet was pretty empty so far, but that could change. All he needed to do was get a big enough Waaagh going, and the humies would come to him by the thousands. After he took care of those, all that was left was regaining space and finding even more places and planets to bash heads. Think ahead to the next fight, that was the warboss’s job. Uzdreg was good at that. His ladz often said that he had the cunnin’ as well as the fightin’.
Orgrash was good at navigatin’, and the squad soon made it to the walled town. Uzdreg eyed the place under cover of the trees. Lots of activity. It looked like the humies were preparing after last night’s raid from his boyz. A few pieces of dakka were set up along the walls, and the gates were barred shut. They were made of thick iron, good for holding off shoota fire but not much else. The walls were only about 10 feet high – not enough to stop a determined ork, not with the power klaws that several of his nobs carried. Uzdreg signalled to the ladz, indicating that the Death Skulls go in from the front, and his nobs near the back. He waited several minutes for everyork to get into position, and then joined his Bad Moons. Snagrot flexed his klaw, and blue flickers of power licked along the vicious blades. He was ready. Uzdreg took careful aim with his big shoota, and pulled the trigger. A burst of shells annihilated the gun emplacement on the rear town wall, and with a throaty “WAAAAGHH” everyone charged.
Snagrot was first at the wall, with Krashnak right beside him. They were experienced veterans, and their klaws quickly tore a gaping hole in the wooden palisade. The duo pushed through, opening fire immediately on anything that moved. From the town’s front gate, loud gunfire erupted as the Death Skulls made their own charge. A lot of humies were screaming, the sound almost covered by the deeper ork battle cries and the enormous volume of shoota fire.
Uzdreg entered the nameless town with his nobs, and the brutes spread apart to sow chaos and terror. Uzdreg stalked between two pre-fab houses, rounding the corner just in time to meet a squad of soldiers coming the other way. Shocked, they took seconds too long to react as his orky instincts took over, and the big choppa scythed through cloth, flesh, and bone. The gun in his other hand fired at point blank range, and two more soldiers disintigrated under a hail of bullets. One of the humies dropped his weapon and ran, and Uzdreg let him go. He’d learned decades ago that if you let some of them live, more would back for the fight later. That was all part of his cunnin’ plan – his Death Skulls had orders to let some of the humies escape and make their way out. They would spread word to other settlements that the ork tide was coming, and return with more men, weapons, and vehicles for the looting.
A few blocks down, a garage door clattered open, and a large flat-bed truck gunned to life, gaining speed as it roared toward the town gates. The ork warboss grinned. Everything was going according to Da Plan. He called out a “Waaaagh” to let the boyz know, and flicked his choppa to whirring life to get the blood and bone off the grinding teeth. He couldn’t wait to see what came back.