Breakin' Fings (Open, INFUCKINGVASION!)

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There were about seven ships, all of them were interesting in design. Long and lithe, with the aft section dominated by a huge ring that housed the propulsion systems. Each one was four hundred meters long, all of them uniform and following a patterned orbit, criss-crossing at various points and keeping in loose enough proximity to cover the whole planet. They wanted to keep it safe. Stations were in orbit, all spaced perfectly apart with traffic between one another and between each and the planet. It was so perfectly ordered, so planned, so... Logical.

Then some fucking Orks ruined it.

Zadrakk's fleet came out of Phase and Warp space, there were four in total. Two Kroozers made on Iridonia accompanied the ram-fronted Gork'z Toof and the gargantuan Face Smasha. "We'z all accounted fer, Boss! Errywun got 'ere!" The Grot manning the "looky Fing" said, looking at the screens. "Send da Signalz, den fire sum signalz at da funky lookin' ships dere!" "Gotcha Bossman!" The Grotz scurried and giggled as Zadrakk leaned back in his chair, punching the 'palm' of his Klaw and grinning, the main window showing the planet ahead...

The seven ships had turned, quickly trying to form up as the invading ships approached. They were considerably smaller, each a fraction of the Toof's size. Each ship was crippled with the opening barrage of weapon's fire, some scythed apart by the Kutta beamz of the Face Smasha, some blasted 'til inoperable by the assorted guns of the assisting kroozers, but the Toof ignored them. It gunned its engines and raced ahead. The first station in its sights, still slowly turning in its orbit. While there were no sounds in space, both the Orkz and the Station-Bound Vulcans became remarkably familiar with the sound of twisting and fracturing bulkheads, the sound of metal shunting on the truly massive scale. The Toof tore into the station, crumpling part of it in before piercing out the other side, pushing it out of orbit. The Face Smasha flew past the wrecked fleet of Vulcan ships, flanked by the two Kroozers. The three ships flew until they were in high orbit, then opened fire on the city below. Many projectiles exploded in orbit, but many more got through, as did the arcing energy from their Zzzap gunz.

Zadrakk ordered the Toof with a roar, the ship pulling free from the ruined colony and descending as the Kroozers and the Face Smasha began to deploy landing craft. 'Landing Craft' was an Ork term for any sort of container full of Orkz, the container in question's ability to withstand atmospheric entry not being a prerequisite. Nevertheless the Toof descended over a sprawling city, Orks beginning to rain out of the ship in numerous drop pods or with cumbersome jetpacks strapped to them. The Vulcan High Command got a special prezzie from Zadrakk himself, a full salvo from Da Big Gunz. Had they any time to prepare, had they more ships at their capital, had they the protection of the Citadel and the Council... Vulcan might have been spared, they might have held the Orkz in space, they might have had reinforcements to save them.

Vulcan had been invaded by the Orkz.

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

Meanwhile, on the nearby planet of Delta Vega, the Wolf Goddess was hiding in the atmosphere, just inside the sensor shadow the planet provided. They had dropped out of FTL mere seconds after the Orkz, positioned precisely behind the dark side of the ice planet. Without any hesitation, the frigate dropped altitude into the atmosphere and hovered quietly behind the planet to watch the situation, as per ordered by the Alliance. The sixteen F-302's broke rocketed out from the two hangars in attack formations of four, breaking off and going above the atmosphere and into low orbit. Engines cut out on the fighters, and they drifted silently through the vacuum of space. To most, it looked like sixteen specks just drifting, maybe micrometeorites. This was not unfamiliar to Delta Vega. But what the drifting F-302's were actually doing was keeping very good tabs on the situation.

By jumping closer. The fighters shined brightly for a moment and vanished, reappearing on the other side of the planet Vulcan. It didn't take long for them to reach where the Ork Kroozer was by using hypersonic travel in the upper atmosphere, the dropping to the deck when it neared the city, cutting to slower speeds to keep out of radar lock. Just in time to see them fire their Big Gunz into the High Command. Not exactly what the Alliance would call good work. The F-302's immediately pulled up and entered combat formations, as hails were relayed from Delta Vega to the Orkz.

"Zadrakk, this was not part of the agreement. You know you were ordered to occupy the planet with as little casualties as possible, use those who resisted as the workforce, and wait for the Earth forces to come oust you. Not vaporize the High Council. And ram through their ships. Do you even understand the word 'disable'? You are ordered to stick to the plan or be fired upon. How copy?"

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The hails were relayed from one of the Kroozers over to the Face Smasha, then again over to the Toof in the atmosphere. Zadrakk grimaced and flicked a switch on his chair, turning his microphone on and responding to his employers. The Boyz wanted a Waaagh but Zadrakk knew they had a job. Humans paying him to fight humans, but trying to reign in their need to kill. This was required though, and Zadrakk responded as such.

"Tell yer boss dat da Vulkanz iz passy-fied. We'z made a show of power an' killed dere leadaz, we'z shown we can krump 'em flat wheneva we want, and dat we'z in charge now. Dey gunna find demselves wiffout leadaz, wiffout space ships, an' wiffout 'ope now dat we show'd 'em who's da strongest and da tuffest."

Zadrakk kept his voice level and as polite as possible for an Ork, but worked to ensure he got his point across.

"If it'z such a big deal, I'll tell da nobz ta start smakkin' dere boyz until dey get back in line an' round up da new slaves. Dey won't be too 'appy about dis, an' might want a bit more pay from yer boss."

Warboss Zadrakk nodded over to a Nob sitting to his left at a communication and monitoring console made out of old earth video game consoles stuffed full of Zabrak technology and tangled messes of copper wiring. The Nob hit a button and barked an angry order down to the ground crews, forcing the Orkz to round themselves out of their frenzies and begin rounding up Vulcans and sealing of exits from the city.

"An' it'z Warboss Zadrakk ta you, Don't ferget who yer dealin' wiff."

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

The F-302's screamed past the dropping Ork troops, only moving if collision was imminent. The sonic boom definitely shook the troops as they descended. In formation, the sixteen rolled on their right wings and came about to go for another pass, more for effect than anything else. Sometimes a show of force was the best way to get things to be hammered home, and this squad leader felt that way indeed. Their weapons, though, were still armed despite the leader calling off the rampage.

"Warboss Zadrakk, we expect good treatment of those who do not resist. Your orders are now to prepare for the Earth and Citadel reaction force. Hold Vulcan as long as you can, but don't waste troops if you know you're doomed. Try to take out as many of their bigger cruisers as possible."

The F-302's repeated the move, then made purple voids before each fighter. They jumped away from the planet and over to Delta Vega, where the Wolf Goddess was awaiting with hangarbays open. The fighters silently slipped into the hangars in short order, and the larger F-304 cruiser prepared to make the jump out of system.

"Expect enemy forces in a week of no communications. Don't declare anything unless you want to see them here sooner. Wolf Goddess out."

And just like that, the ship rocketed forward from the icy planet into FTL speeds.

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"We'z Dun breakin' 'em anyways. An' Wotz more no wun'z made any move on Zabrak, now we gotz Vulcan as well an we'z got boyz makin' shipz on Zabrak. Soon We'z gunna have da dakka ta move on Urf. Be sure ta have our payment ready when we get dere."

As soon as the humans had vanished, cutting all contact and jumping out of the system, Zabrak flipped the switches on his chair's "Communikatah" and addressed the bridges of his fellow ships. Things needed to move faster, his Klaw wasn't bloody enough.

"Listen up, We'z got da planets an' we'z got some shipz. We need more Shipz, more Dakka, an' we gotz all we need ta make 'em! Face Smasha, launch some boyz inta dem ova space stashunz an' get da vulcans on 'em ta get workin' fer us! You ova gitz, start scroungin' up da krumped vulkan shipz, we'z gunna start fixin' 'em up roit, make 'em orky! Everyone down on da planet, get da Vulcanz makin' our new Kroozaz!"

Zadrakk flipped a few more switches and shouted to his bridge-grotz.

"Get me a line ta Zabrak! NOW!" The gretchin whined and scampered to their posts, pulling switches and turning knobs until they had the frequency requested, Zabrakk bellowed into his microphone. "OI! 'OW GOES ME NEW SHIPZ?" The voice crackled back over the speakers. "We'z got wun made just now an' anuva wun almost done, We'z gunna send 'em ta you right?" Zabrakk scratched his chin, then grinned. "Send da first wun but hold onta da second wun, we'z gunna come back an' pick it up when we get da shipz we want from Vulcan." "Right boss! O'er an' Out!" The click over the speakers signified the orders went through, nothing else needed to be said. Zabrakk leaned back in his chair and looked around his bridge. "Bring us back into orbit an' make ready to start work on our next Kroozerz, We'z got a sh... a sked... a shed... We'z gotta do fings on time!"