“Ghazghull Thraka, da biggest, baddest greenskin I mets” Big Gav grumbled as he lay wounded, bleeding out on the fractured segment of his Rok, drifting through the vast space, the ship still powered as it beeped and sounded off warnings to the vast damage sustained during the Third War for Armageddon. Gavs’ limbs fell weak as his body emptied itself of blood across the deck in the command, his large power klaw fell down the control panel scraping down the buttons, levers and screens activating a mixture of anything and everything, causing the ship to shake, rattle and eventually throw itself forwards as the plasma generators roared into full power, catapulting the Rok spacecraft into the unknown.

Big Gav’s vision started to wane as a deep black began to fill his sight, darker and darker the room went as all he could feel was cold “Lousy way to go, Big Gav gots more to give than this…” he groaned as in the middle of the black, two lights appeared, starting small and exploding rapidly with size, bright yellow and red spinning in circles like rokkitz flying straight towards him.
“Gork and Mork…” the lights grew closer and details became visible as the Greenskin deities appeared. “Mork and Gork…” Gav struggled to put his words together and the lights came closer, and closer and Gavs vision became blinded by the bright lights and his ears filled with white noise and then, nothing. All Gav could do was try to call back the visions he saw, to bring back Gork and Mork but no matter how loud or deep his internal screams, nothing would work and during this strenuous mental task, Gav was rudely awaken by the lateral force applied to his thorax causing his body to roll onto its front, then back, then front, then back before eventually his eye lids crawled open to find a mass of greenskins stood around him, screeching and shouting, prodding Gav’s big body with their dirty fingers, shoota’s and metal poles.

“Ey, Jim ‘dis greenskin is bigger ‘dan you!” Gav heard scream followed by a thunderous bellow of anger, shock and disbelief “You’s donno nothink about bigs and smalls, you stupid gretchin!” the ground shook as the ork known as Jim paraded towards Gav to see the ork that was supposedly bigger than Jim himself. As his large feet cracked the hardened mud below as they stomped forward, the ranks of gretchin and boyz split apart, letting Jim see the big mass of green and red and Jim’s forehead exploded in a raging pain as he felt his pride cripple under the truth that this greenskin pulled from the wreckage was bigger than him, 2 times over, the pride-induced migraine sparked a rage which turned Jim’s stomp into a run as he threw his hulking green mass at the wounded ork “You see boyz, ‘dis greenskin may be a biggun but he ain’t no Jim and ‘dis means Jim’ll break his neck!” as Jim flew forward he heard a high pitched voice shout back “Ey boss, boyo’s neck is already broken! You can see ‘da bone!”

Gav glanced weakly at the ork running manically at him and just waited, step by step the crazed warboss grew closer, squinting from the pain in his head, his hands held forward ready to break Gav’s neck even more than it already was, Jim dove forwards to land on Big Gav, causing a snap reaction that would send ‘ooo’s” ‘ahh’s and ‘holy greenskins’ echoing through the crash site as Gav’s powerklaw had wrapped itself around Jim’s head and the klaw purred with a mechanical tone before snapping shut, causing Jim’s head to explode in 5 or 6 different directions sending blood, bone and greenskin everywhere. The surrounding boyz and gretchin looked stunned as they saw their warboss decimated by this new boy, this new boss. They eventually exploded into a rapturous cheer as Gav struggled to speak, surely attributed to the many injuries sustained during the crash. His chin swelled massively and had burnt into raw, red flesh. “Gav” is all he could mutter as his strength still waned and his klaw dropped once more to the floor. The boyz roared once more “BIG CHIN, GAV DA BOSS!”