"DA BOSS SAID LAUNCH 'EM! WAAAGH!!"
Bootlicka - nah, Bossboot now, proper name, slammed his meaty green fist down on the big red button labeled "DO NOT PRESS." Dat made it da most important button ta press, obviously.
"DIS IS IT, LADZ! WE DROP IN, WE KRUMP BUGZ, WE GET DA SHINY BITZ!"
All around da boyz roared back. Inside Da Spitta Moon's belly, da landin' pods clanked an' rattled like squigs in a sack. Dey weren't fancy. Just big metal coffins stuffed full of teef-grinnin', shoota-wavin' maniacs who loved fallin' just as much as fightin'.
KLA-THUNK!
The pods shot out the sides of da ship like snot rockets from a squig's nose.
Inside one of 'em, Grottaz was already gnawin' on his slugga.
"Oi, dis pod's smellier than a burna boy's armpit!" he barked.
"Dat's cause you farted, ya grot-brained zogger!" said Munkz, elbowin' him in da ribs.
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"SHUT IT!" Bossboot shouted, eyes wild, choppas clingin' to his back like trophies. "Save da fartin' fer da bugz!"
BOOOOOM!
SPLAAAANG!
THWOOOM!
Da pod slammed into the station's hull. Da impact crunched da floor like a grot under a dread's foot. Inside, da boyz whooped and hollered, already bashin' at da doors before dey even opened.
"HATCH IZ STUCK!" someone yelled.
"DEN KICK IT HARDER!"
"RIGHT!"
BANG! BANG! KRUNCH!
Da doors flew off. Smoke poured out. Green skins stormed forward, choppas raised, slugga rounds pingin' off metal walls. Screechin' insectoids poured down the hallways big ones, little ones, bitey ones, spitty ones.
"KRUMP 'EM!" yelled Grottaz.
"WAAAGH!" roared Bossboot, chargin' with a choppa in one hand an' a dead grot as a shield.
He barreled into the first wave, cleaving through chitin like it were wet cardboard. One bug squealed as he lopped off its head, the green blood sprayin' over his face like fine wine.
"DAT'S DA STUFF!" Bossboot laughed, lickin' it off.
Grottaz dove behind a broken pipe, blasting with his slugga. "DEYZ COMIN' OUTTA DA WALLS!"
"DEN SHOOT DA WALLS, YA IDIOT!"
As pods crash-landed into Bellwether's rusty hull. Craters and fragments appeared in every direction. Some pods missed and exploded mid-air. Orks called it "da fun ones."
Inside da pods, it was chaos glorious, green, stinkin' chaos. Grotz were screamin', Squigs were barkin', and da boyz were hypin' up like mad squig-hoppers before a fight.
Out came Orks, Squigs, Grotz, and loads of noise.
A madface Nob named Ruggtoof wrangled a growly red Chompa Squig, tryin' to chain it down.
"STAY STILL YA TEETHY BASTARD!"
RAWWRRRK! CHOMP!
It bit off a grot's entire head.
"HAH! GOOD BOY!" Ruggtoof laughed. He slapped a crude armor plate on da beast and yelled, "DIS ONE'S READY! DIS ONE'S GOT WAAAGH IN HIS BELLY!"
Tiny grotz loaded slugga mags into da Nobz' shootas, barely avoidin' gettin' stomped or bitten.
"Oi, faster ya runty gits! Da bugz ain't gonna shoot demselves!"
One grot looked up, trembling. "Can… can we go home now?"
WHACK!
"NO! YA LIVE 'ERE NOW!"
Back in the main battlefield:
"WAAAGH!!" Bossboot howled, swingin' a choppa as he blasted a large insect with his psychic abilities.
A wild-eyed Boomsquig strapped with barrels of unstable goo ran out beside him, screamin' and foamin' at da mouth.
"DAT ONE'S ON FIRE!" someone yelled.
"GOOD! IT'S WORKIN'!" Bossboot bellowed.
They charged. Da corridors were crawling with bugz—some small, some bigger'n a Deff Dread. Chitin, fangs, acid, skitterin' legs.
BRAKKA BRAKKA BRAKKA!
Slugga fire lit up da halls like a New Yearz party full of lead.
Orks fought, Squigs bit, Grotz screamed and sometimes exploded when stepped on. Everything stank of blood, oil, and bug guts.
DA BIGGER DEY KRUMP, DA BIGGER DEY GET
"BOSSBOOT! SOMFIN' WEIRD'S 'APPENIN!" yelled a boy named Snagtoof. "I KRUMPED THREE BUGZ AN' ME ARMS FEEL THICC!"
"DAT'S WAAAGH JUICE, YA GIT! KEEP KRUMPIN'!"
Sure enough, some boyz were growin' mid-fight. Their Arms bulgin', Tusks stretchin'. One Nob got so big his armor popped off like tin foil.
Bossboot now more than 3 meters tall crushed two bugz underfoot and laughed like a maniac.
"DIS PLACE GOT WAAAGH-FIZZ IN DA AIR! DA MORE WE FIGHT, DA MORE WE ORKEY!"
Even the Squigs were mutating. One who was just a bitey runt earlier now became a giant creatures standing 2 meters tall.
A nearby Grot squealed, riding a bouncing squig into battle like a cowboy.
"WAAAGH! LOOK AT ME BOSS I'M WINNIN'!"
He was instantly eaten by a bug twice his size.
Bossboot roared with laughter. "SOME GIT PUT DAT ONE ON A TEEF-MEDAL!"
The battle raged for hours non stop at orks fought the endless Tides of insectoids. As time passes stronger and bigger insects appeared from inside. The variety increased too from some that can fly to some that has exoskeleton as hard as metal or capable spitting acid.
However in this kind of battle is where the orks Excel. The area cleared of insects have already been filled with small bunkers equipped with heavy dakkas. The shipped had already landed in the surface of the station. The mek-boyz kept churning out weapons arming the newborn orks who emerged after spores spread in the station.
DEEPER IN STATION...
The bugs poured in from walls, ceilings, vents—skitterin' fast, gnashin, hissin. But the Orks didn't care.
They fought harder.
Bigger.
Louder.
Bossboot grabbed a dead bug, tied its legs around his neck like a trophy scarf.
"DIS IZ WAT I KALL FASHON!"
THWAM!
He smashed through a weak ceiling panel and landed on top of a bug bigger than a Trukk.
"SUPRIZE, YA UGLY GRUB!" Bossboot roared, both boots crunchin' through its skull. "BOOTZ FIRST, QUESTIONS NEVER!"
Around him, bugz reared and hissed, spittin' acid an' clackin' claws.
But Bossboot just stood dere taller, broader, his massive teef glintin' in da dim light of broken machinery and glowin' egg sacs. His armor sparked green.
Da WAAAGH was here.
Something tickled behind his eyeballs. Not a grot this time it was dat ting. Da feelin', da pressure, da POWER- UNLIMITED POWER
Bossboot's vision turned green. Brighter. Greener. "DA GLOW'S BACK!" he yelled, arms stretchin' wide.
Da bugs charged.
He raised one hand, channeled da buildin' storm inside 'im and UNLEASHED.
ZAAAP-WAAAGH-KRAK-KRUMP!
A bolt of pure Orky power shot outta his arm a massive green fist made o psychic rage. It smashed five bugz into paste against da walls, then exploded in a rain of acid guts an' leg bits.
"HAHAHAHA! LOOKIT ME! ME A WALKIN' WAAAGH CANNON!"
Up above, pods were crashin' down all around him. One slammed open — three squigs burst out, followed by an Ork ridin two Grots like roller skates, screamin' "I'M FIRST!"
Bossboot lifted both arms, lettin' da WAAAGH surge again. Lightning arced from his back and every Ork nearby felt it- Bosboot was casting them AOE buffs!
Their muscles swelled. One boy screamed as his arms grew bigger than his legs and he turned into something resembling those tank zombies.
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A squig chomped down on a bug and instantly doubled in size.
"WAAAAAGGGGHHH!" they roared.
And at da front of it all, glowing like a god an' burnin' like a bomb, Bossboot charged forward. His mind screamed wiv psychic power, his blood pounded to da beat of endless stompin' boots, and his only thought was:
"DIS STATION'S GONNA BE DA BIGGEST TOOF I EVER TOOK."