Electricity danced around the cabling to the ship intercom speaker, and it crackled into sputtering life.
"OI, LADZ, I THINKZ ITS TIME TO BLOW THESE UMIE GITZ TO TINY PIECES. GLOOMFANG, USE BERTHA, BETTY and BONNY"
Gloomfang's teeth were revealed in his grin as he turned to face his boyz. "You ladz' been waiting fa' this for as long as I 'ave! Time ta test out my babies!"
Quickly the missiles were loaded into the back of a massive custom built trukk, and driven down a spiral roadway dug through hulkmatter to the nearest torpedo bay. Skidding to a halt in a vast hanger built next to the bulk of a Luna class cruiser. It was imbedded into the hulk with its prow forming the most forward point of the vast Warcraft.
Garkill had spoken to the entire hulk, so Gloomfang's Party had no trouble loading the missiles into the cruiser, and had a helpful stompa cut it's way through the ship to gain them faster access to the torpedo bay. The missiles were wedged into the tubes, and aimed at the planet, away from the 'umie cities and fleet, so that they would hit true. Gloomfang pulled some cabling out of the damaged launch control system, and attached a wire leading to a television aerial on a stick. Grabbing a voxcaster off the wall he spoke down it. "Tell da boss, Gloomfangs wired da launch up ta his big red button. Dat Oughta Cheer 'im Up!".
In the bridge Garkill received this message, sitting in his tank throne, surrounded by a krakenlike tangle of cables, vast crude viewscreens making up his sky, and skurrying orks and gretchin running around various control points and monitors. The big red button was on the left hand side of the throne, fashioned out of the helmet of a blood angel he had slain as a young freeboota. He thought for a moment that his tactics might be a bit un-orky, but quickly dismissed it. What was more Orky than blowing stuff up?
Garkill pulled his intercom to his face, gripping it with the Thrags phase tiger powerclaw. Breathing in, he held it to his mouth and bellowed into it.
"OI! BOYZ ON DA GROUND. YOU SLIMEY GROTZ COST ME DIS WAAAAARRGHH, SO I'M GONNA BLOWS YA ALL UP, ALONG WIV DA 'UMIES! PREPARE TO MEET YOUR MAKER!" Garkill smashed his fist onto the big red button and everything went dark.
Garkill looked around, but saw nothing. Up, down, left, right, still nothing! "WHO TURNED OUT DA LOIGHTZ!"
"'Ello lad. Fink dat 'ave mighta' been me."
"WHO'S YOU! TURN ME SCREENS BACK ON YA GIT! I WANNA SEE DA BANG!!!
"Ah, well, you'd know me as Mork, I suppose, an' I hate to dissapoint the lads, but I stopped da bang." The darkness in Garkills eyes cleared, and instead of his bridge, a vast flaming Ork Maw filled with burning great teeth.
For the first time in his long life, Garkill was dumbstruck.
"Nah, dis world is important see, and the 'Umies on it are key fah my cunning plan. Naw, I'm gonna have to wreck your fleet, so dat ya can't wreck it. Now, ya can stay with your fleet, an' finally see enough Dakka, or ya can come wiv' me, an' fight in my waaargh! Whatsay ya lad? Whatsayya?
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