Post by clash on Sept 18, 2013 11:11:05 GMT 1
The humans had been lax, by the looks of it. The Orkz didn't use scouts to check before hand. There were phase signals, Vulcan warp signatures, and trans-dimentional Warp-portals opening. Their ships counted thirteen. Eleven Kroozers now accompanying the Facesmasha and Gork'z Toof. Their forces massed just beyond the Moon's orbit, taking stock of Earth's defenses...
"Deyz got almost nuffin'!" "Skannerz sez dey'z got nuffin' neadby, Boss!" "Dey wuzzn't 'spektin' us Boss!" "Dis iz eivah too easy or a zoggin' trap...." "Your orderz for da fleet, Boss?" "Guess dere's no ways around it... Order da shipz ta move in. Full speed an' 'ead fer da nearest space stashun. I want ta see if we can spring dere trap." "Yes, Boss!" The Orkz and Gretchin and their respective slaves hurried into action, barking orders through comm channels and scurrying to and from the bridge. Zadrakk leaned back in his chair, staring at the blue-green ball before him. Blue... that color brings good luck, and the humans got lucky last time. A lucky shot drove them off. Now he's got enough ships to stamp those big guns and steal 'em. And he's got some other tricks up his sleeves...
The Kroozers all lurched forward, hulking forms propelled by mismatched engines. Two ships clunked together loudly with a spray of debris before getting back on course, and the Facesmasha took point. Zadrakk remembered the plan. He had a lot of military tech to break, but his employer wanted him to avoid 'unnecessary loss of human life'. The idea of reigning in his troops when they could feel a Waaagh brewing left a bad taste in his mouth. His wierdboy had to be confined to quarters to keep from blowing his boyz' heads up with built up psychic power. One ship pulled ahead of the others. It was a nasty looking cruiser with a sneering face built into the front and a back made out of multiple Vulcan ships. "Where'z dat git going?" Zadrakk almost called the ship back but instead gave another order. "Oi, keep back from dat wun ship but follow itz lead." Let the glory hogs bare the brunt of whatever resistance the humans put up.
Ork warfare was not pretty, it lacked even the basic art of human gung-ho 'oo-rah' grunts. The ships moved at just below their charging speeds towards the planets, the crews hastily scurrying and clambering about, wooping and cheering at the prospect of battle. Zadrakk could feel his own body surging with the concept of crushing foes in his Klaw, feeling the kick and pitch of his Shoota as it sprayed hot death at some simpering humans who thought they could play soldier with the boyz. Though he kept himself restrained he knew the feeling. The burning need, the true lifeblood of the Orkz. Gettin' stuck in and putting the boot to gitz. There were roughly eight billion gitz on that planet.
Zadrakk might need bigger boots.
"Deyz got almost nuffin'!" "Skannerz sez dey'z got nuffin' neadby, Boss!" "Dey wuzzn't 'spektin' us Boss!" "Dis iz eivah too easy or a zoggin' trap...." "Your orderz for da fleet, Boss?" "Guess dere's no ways around it... Order da shipz ta move in. Full speed an' 'ead fer da nearest space stashun. I want ta see if we can spring dere trap." "Yes, Boss!" The Orkz and Gretchin and their respective slaves hurried into action, barking orders through comm channels and scurrying to and from the bridge. Zadrakk leaned back in his chair, staring at the blue-green ball before him. Blue... that color brings good luck, and the humans got lucky last time. A lucky shot drove them off. Now he's got enough ships to stamp those big guns and steal 'em. And he's got some other tricks up his sleeves...
The Kroozers all lurched forward, hulking forms propelled by mismatched engines. Two ships clunked together loudly with a spray of debris before getting back on course, and the Facesmasha took point. Zadrakk remembered the plan. He had a lot of military tech to break, but his employer wanted him to avoid 'unnecessary loss of human life'. The idea of reigning in his troops when they could feel a Waaagh brewing left a bad taste in his mouth. His wierdboy had to be confined to quarters to keep from blowing his boyz' heads up with built up psychic power. One ship pulled ahead of the others. It was a nasty looking cruiser with a sneering face built into the front and a back made out of multiple Vulcan ships. "Where'z dat git going?" Zadrakk almost called the ship back but instead gave another order. "Oi, keep back from dat wun ship but follow itz lead." Let the glory hogs bare the brunt of whatever resistance the humans put up.
Ork warfare was not pretty, it lacked even the basic art of human gung-ho 'oo-rah' grunts. The ships moved at just below their charging speeds towards the planets, the crews hastily scurrying and clambering about, wooping and cheering at the prospect of battle. Zadrakk could feel his own body surging with the concept of crushing foes in his Klaw, feeling the kick and pitch of his Shoota as it sprayed hot death at some simpering humans who thought they could play soldier with the boyz. Though he kept himself restrained he knew the feeling. The burning need, the true lifeblood of the Orkz. Gettin' stuck in and putting the boot to gitz. There were roughly eight billion gitz on that planet.
Zadrakk might need bigger boots.
