Da Ballad of Snikskragga

Da Ballad Of Snikkskragga

A Snikkskragga Story

Snikkskragga peered from the cover of the dense jungle foliage. The Imperial outpost didn't look too heavily guarded. He glanced to the left of the base. In the darkness he could see the shadows of some of his boyz. He could see well in the dark. But he relied more on his sense of smell than sight. In a flash of the eye the shadows moved out from the cover of the jungle, grappling hooks swinging. The Kommandos were up the wall and onto the battlements in seconds. They vanished from his view. Snikkskragga looked down at his feet at Gizzla, his attack squig. The creature was chewing on something, probably a lizard or one of the others legs. There was a dead quiet except for Gizzla's chewing. The Ork kicked the squig to shut it up. The small creature yelped and went quiet. There was a dull clang of metal on metal then silence once more. Snikkskragga smiled, he knew the familiar noise all to well.

In seconds the two large iron gates were blown asunder. The tankbusta bombs that were attached by the orks inside had blown them from their hinges and deep into the trees. Snikkskragga gave the silent signal and the rest of the Kommando force poured into the base. Sirens began to ring but it was too late, sentries were dead, explosives in place and the humans were outnumbered. In a matter of moments the base was decimated. With their job done the Kommandos slinked back into the jungle and vanished. As he moved through the jungle Snikkskragga began to think, that git warboss Nazdreg better pay up or it'll be one of his prized Space Hulks that will be next on the Shok Blasta Kommandos list.....

Snikkskragga strode through the Badmoon camp. He tried his best not to make eye contact with any of the other Orks. He was here for his pay not a fight. The big makeshift hut lay ahead. Thats where Nazdreg was. Nazdreg was known all over the galaxy, even the humans learned to fear him. He was the warlord of the wealthiest Ork clan and he was also the biggest sneak and backstabber too. Gizzla bounced alongside him. The little purple squig went everywhere with the Ork. As he neared the tent two big Orks approached him. Snikkskragga however was still bigger. Gizzla began to growl at the brutes. "Da boss 'as been expectin' ya" one exclaimed. Snikkskragga nodded and walked past the two guards. "Oi! No Squigs in Boss Nazdregs tent!" the guard shouted. Snikkskragga turned and looked at the Ork. "We'll look after 'im out 'ere" the Ork replied with a grin. Snikkskragga looked down at Gizzla then returned his gaze to the Orks. He knew the two only wanted to eat his pet squig, but he also knew it would be Gizzla who would be eating them. He shook his head. "Da squig is wif me" he said and began to head towards the tent. The two Orks followed the Kommando leader and grabbed him by the shoulder. Before they had time to spin him around Gizzla leapt from the ground and had the entire Orks head in its mouth. The other Ork tried to grab the squig of his comrades face but Snikkskragga spun and punched him hard in the face. Gizzla bit the Orks head clean off and swallowed the head whole. The Orks body flumped to the ground blood staining the grass as it poured from its neck. The other Ork was stunned by the impact of the punch. Snikkskragga kneed the Ork in the groin and pushed him to the ground. "No one messes wif da squig!". With that he headed towards Nazdregs tent.

"Ders me favourite Kommando" beamed Nazdreg. He was sitting atop what looked like a throne. Their were grotz everywhere and two massive Orks, bigger than the two outside stood guard. There Mega-armoured forms dwarfed Snikkskragga. "Yer right Nazdreg, wot about me an da boyz pay?" he growled. Nazdreg's face changed from what seemed like a smile to an angry frown. Snikkskragga had heard of how mean Nazdreg was too. "Wot was da price again? I forgot" Nazdreg questioned. Snikkskragga was getting annoyed. "Dont play dumb wif me Nazdreg, U know wot it was!" he growled again, louder this time. Nazdreg looked at his guard and nodded. The Ork left the room. "While Gagnoz goes an sorts out yer payment, I 'ave another job fer ya..." Nazdreg said. "No more jobs fer U Nazdreg!" Snikkskragga stated. Nazdreg looked shocked, "I thought we was mates??" he questioned sarcastically and laughed. The Kommando growled, "I aint your mate u git" he murmured. "Wot was dat?" Nazdreg asked. "Nuffin'". "Good" replied Nazdreg. Gagnoz returned with a brown sack and tossed it to the Kommando. "Now get out of 'ere before I changes me mind!" Nazdreg growled. The Kommando turned away and walked out. He could hear Nazdreg laughing as he left.

At the edge of the camp the rest of the Kommandos waited for their boss. Soon enough Snikkskragga emerged from the camp and entered the cover of the jungle where the Orks waited. "Everything ok boss?" his second in command Thrashskull, asked. Snikkskragga opened the bag and growled. "Dat squig fart!" he shouted and quickly tossed the sack from the jungle and into the camp. "Run!" he roared. The Kommandos scampered through the jungle quickly. There was a massive explosion in the Badmoon camp as the contents of the bag exploded. Snikkskragga stopped and looked in the direction of the camp. He returned his gaze to the others "Remember da special circumstance?" he asked with a grin. The other Orks nodded. "Looks like we will 'ave to put it into action" he laughed as they all looked up into the sky...... The spaceport had long been taken over by Nazdreg's Orks, everything that could be looted was. Sentries covered the building. Ork Landaz arrived every so often. Snikkskragga gazed from behind a large machine, long destroyed by the other Orks. His Kommandos were hidden all over the place waiting. The plan was set, all they needed was the right moment. He spied one area where the ships were taking off from, that was the target, stowaway on one of them ships.

The beacon above the door began to flash, that was the signal. From every hiding place camouflaged Orks emerged stealthily and ran for the door unseen. They all crammed into the ship inside containers and whatever else they could fit into. Snikkskragga found a large metal crate at the back of the looted Imperial ship. He wrenched it open and looked inside. It was almost empty save a few rounds of ammunition. He looked around then tossed Gizzla in. He then clambered into the crate and closed it quietly after him.

In the crate there was complete darkness. Gizzla had to be held tight to prevent him hopping around, drawing attention. "Sssssh!" the Kommando hissed. The little animal obeyed. The crate began to shake. The engine sounds resonated through the metal crate hurting Snikkskragga’s ears. In a matter of minutes the ship was in the air and on its destination, "Da Gold Toof" Spacehulk, Nazdreg's favourite ship. This would teach the warboss not to mess with him and his Kommandos Snikkskragga thought. Only thing was, how he and the others would get off the ship. He shook his head, he would come to that when they got there.

The ship landed with a loud thud. Snikkskragga banged his head on the inside of the metal crate. Orks never were the best pilots, well when it came to landing. There was noise of the Badmoon Orks moving around and shouting at each other. The crate he was in began to move. He was being carried along with all the other containers that were in the ship where his boyz were concealed. Hopefully this would take him into the heart of the Spacehulk.

After some time the crate had stopped moving. Slowly he opened the lid. The room was dark but empty. He jumped from the crate and pulled the chain that Gizzla was attached to, to wrench the squig out and wake him at the same time. Once the two were out he made an attempt to whistle. He never was good at it so he just shouted as low as he could. In the flash of an eye the other Kommandos were out of their hiding places and checking their weapons. "Everyone 'ere?...Good! Lets get movin'!" Snikkskragga called.

The door opened slowly and one Kommando stuck his head out to scan the corridor. It was clear. He signalled to the others and one by one the Orks ran from the room and through the hall to the next junction. Snikkskragga listened, then sniffed the air. "Dat way" he explained pointing at the corridor to the left. "U sure boss?" one Kommando asked. Snikkskragga slapped him across the back of the head. "You questioning me?" he said angrily. "Er no boss..I er jus' dunno 'ow U know where we iz supposed to be goin' is all!" the Ork explained nervously. "Let me tell ya sumfink. Da engine room iz dat way cause its louder, an da smell of dat special oil Nazdreg's gits use is strongest dat way too...'ow did U get into my Kommandos anyways?" he joked. The others laughed and called him every name they could think of. "Right, stop mukkin' about an follow me an Gizzla. I thought U would all know da drill but some of ya are right gits!" he said angrily. Some Orks laughed the others were too afraid to anger their boss.

They took of silently and quickly through the corridors following Snikkskragga’s lead. Soon enough they reached the engine room. The door opened to reveal Nazdreg and his best Orks waiting for them. "Alright lads? We 'ave been expectin ya, 'avent we boyz?" the large warboss laughed. "Take 'em to da cells till I fink wot I iz gonna do wif 'em!" he ordered. Snikkskragga cursed. How did he know they were coming? He looked at the Ork who had questioned him earlier. Him! he told himself. That git was an impostor, why didn’t he know? How would he get himself out of this one? Things were looking bad....

The Kommandos were divided into three large cells. Nazdregs informer was thrown in too. He whined and shouted at his former warboss to release him but his pleas were ignored. Gizzla had been taken along with all the Kommandos weapons. Snikkskragga remained silent in his cell. The others who accompanied him banging on the walls and shouting until they got tired. "Wot we gonna do boss?" one asked, "Cant U see 'E iz Finkin!" another replied angrily. "I wos only askin' U zoghead!" he shouted back. The two began to argue viciously until Snikkskragga intervened. "Right U two give'r a rest!" the boss shouted. "If any one should be bashed itz dat git der!" he stated, pointing to the lonesome Ork in the corner, the informer. The Orks in the room all turned and glared at the lone figure. "Cum on ladz, we all make mistakes!" he said nervously. Snikkskragga walked to the front of his Orks. "Mistakes? Da only mistake dat woz made was chukkin' U in wif us!" Snikkskragga shouted. He advanced on the smaller Ork and grabbed him by his throat and lifted him single handily into the air. The Ork tried kicking and grabbing at the bigger Orks arm to wrench himself free. Snikkskragga laughed then flung him across the cell, crashing loudly into the metal wall. He walked towards him again and rose him to his feet. The Ork was dazed. Snikkskragga placed his two hands on either side of his head and twisted viciously, snapping the Orks neck. He released the body which flumped to the floor and spat on him. "Now" he said, "I 'ave an idea".

The door opened and lots of guards walked into the room, grabbed Snikkskragga and closed the door in the flash of an eye. He was brought through a multitude of winding corridors to the ships bridge. Nazdreg sat in a large seat shouting orders that he actually didn’t understand himself. He turned in the seat and faced the Kommando. "Ah Snikkskragga me oul mukker, 'ow iz it goin'?" the warboss laughed. Snikkskragga never replied. The Orks that were holding him let him go and backed away. "I 'ope U iz enjoyin' yer stay on Da Gold Toof?" he joked. "Da reception iz rubbish" Snikkskragga sneered. Nazdreg and his Orks laughed. The Kommando began to pace slowly around the bridge as they talked. Nazdreg did not feel threatened so allowed him. "Gotta stretch da legs ya know?" Snikkskragga mocked. Nazdreg laughed again. "So tell me, did U really fink U could nick me ship?" the warboss asked with an evil grin. Snikkskragga stopped his pacing in front of an old Imperial Communications beacon, his back to Nazdreg and the others. "Nick it Nazdreg? Dats wot U thought I woz gonna do?" Snikkskragga asked flicking buttons. "Stop playin' wif dat an turn around" Nazdreg shouted. He had no idea what the thing he was flicking switches on was and thought he was just trying to annoy him. Snikkskragga turned to face him. "No we woz gonna blow it up!" he replied with a smile. Nazdreg could not hold in his laughter. "U thought U could really blow me ship up, wif yer puny bombz?" he laughed, tears began to fill his eyes. "Well dat woz da plan, but den it changed didn’t it?" Snikkskragga stated. Nazdreg stopped laughing and looked at him angrily. "Ow did it change?" he asked. "U 'ave allot of enemies don’t ya?" Snikkskragga asked. Nazdreg didn’t like the sound of it. "'Specially my boss!" he added. This confused Nazdreg greatly. "Ur boss? I thought U were da boss of dem Kommando gits?" Nazdreg asked. "Yer right der, but I do 'ave a clan an da clan 'as a boss!" he added. "An who iz yer boss?" Nazdreg asked puzzled. "'Im" Snikkskragga said pointing out into space. Nazdreg turned around with a horrified look on his face.

Outside of the ship an entire fleet had just emerged from the warp. There were hundreds of ships dominated by one hulking ship. Ork Landaz were etching across the sky and smashing into the hulk. Alarms were ringing all throughout the ship. "Wotz goin’ on?" Nazdreg shouted to his Orks. "Boss dem other Orks are boardin' us? Ders loads of 'em!" one Ork shouted. Nazdreg turned to face Snikkskragga but the Kommando had vanished. "Find dat git an stop dem other Orks from gettin on da ship!" Nazdreg shouted. Snikkskragga ran through the Spacehulk trying to remember which way he had come. As he ran Badmoon Orks were running like mad in the direction of the explosions. He did his best trying to avoid them. As he neared the holding cells a group of Orks ran around the corner in front of him. Snikkskragga froze in shock, he thought he was caught. "Alright boss? Da Warboss got da message an we all came as fast as we could, not bad ay?" the Nob said. Snikkskragga was relieved it was some of the bosses ladz. "Where iz da boss?" Snikkskragga asked. "On 'iz way behind us" they answered and ran of through the corridors whooping and shouting. Slugga fire echoed through the corridors of the ship.

Snikkskragga opened the cells and released his captured comrades. "Snikkskragga, where’s dat git Nazdreg?" a deep evil voice called from behind him. Snikkskragga knew the voice all to well. He spun around to see the warboss. "Warboss Kilia! Good ta see ya, dat Squigfart is on da bridge....er...dat way" he said pointing. The warboss nodded. "U get yer ladz of da ship, me an da boyz will sort dis mess out!" Kilia ordered. Snikkskragga nodded. He told his boys to head towards the Landaz. "Ill follow yer" Snikkskragga called to his boyz. He had to go get Gizzla back. The hulk was being decimated, Kilia's Orks were running riot through the ship. Nazdreg was long gone. The warboss had escaped. This would annoy boss Kilia thought Snikkskragga, anyways that was the least of his worries. He had to get his kustom shoota back and that annoying little purple blob that he kinda liked he told himself, but honestly, Gizzla was one of the only things he cared about. He shook his head, listen to yourself he thought, sound like a pansy coneheaded Eldar!

He ran through corridors avoiding any beams that fell or flames and sparks that would ignite. He checked every door he came by, nothing. He turned the corner to see Kilia's Scarboyz trying to break into a door. "Wot U lot doin?" Snikkskragga asked. The Orks turned and looked at the Kommando. "Dis iz were dat Nazdreg git keeps his prized weapons an stuff, lots of Dakka!" one answered. Snikkskragga smiled, that’s where Gizzla was....and his gun! "Right stand back U lot I'll get in der!" he stated. The Orks didn’t answer back, they knew how clever and crafty the Kommando was.

Snikkskragga quickly looked over the door then around the immediate area. "Got it" he whispered. Just to the right above the door was a large vent. "Can one of U blast dat vent open?" he asked. "Leave 'er ta me boss!" the nob of the Orks said. Snikkskragga stepped back. The big Ork blasted away with his Slugga, emptying a whole magazine. "Jobs a gud 'un" the Ork beamed. Snikkskragga looked at the vent, Surely he had blasted it open, but the majority of the shots were nowhere near it. "Eh...ok, thanks!" the Kommando replied at the proud Ork. There were lots of bullet holes all over the wall from the Orks shot. Snikkskragga jumped up, grabbed the vent and clambered up and into the vent.

It was a tight squeeze but he managed to move through the small vent. He looked down from an opening to see the armoury. "Right!" he said, and began smashing his way through the vent. The entire vent tubing collapsed sending him crashing to the ground. He groaned then climbed to his feet.

He scanned the room. He could hear the voices outside calling him. He ran to the door and smashed the controls opening the door. The Orks cheered as they poured in. "If U find a Squig in 'ere E iz mine, an me gun!" the Orks acknowledged and ran about looting the room. Quickly Snikkskragga found his gun. Where was that little git?

"Boss!" one Ork shouted, "I think Drognoz found da squig!" the Ork laughed. Snikkskragga ran over to see Drognoz being pulled into a crate, his arm completely in Gizzla's mouth. "Ger off ya little fart!" the Ork was shouting. Snikkskragga called to the squig. Gizzla let the Ork go and bounced towards his master, his chain dragging behind. The Kommando grabbed the Squig, reattached the chain around his wrist. "Better go to da dok about dat arm!" he joked as he walked from the room.

The Landa screamed away from the hulk quickly. Something was wrong though, all the other craft were heading towards Kilia's fleet except his. He was heading straight towards a nearby planet. Snikkskragga growled, "Only me!"

Snikkskragga's head was ringing as he awoke. The sunlight causing him to blink rapidly. Where was he? The Landa he had been on had crash landed after its guidance systems failed....or probably never worked in the first place. "Damn Meks", he grumbled to himself. A familiar sound caught his attention, Gizzla was nearby and by the sounds of it he had found something. "Wot U playin At?" the Ork Growled as he raised himself to his feet. The Landa lay in ruins, it was a miracle he and Gizzla survived, let alone anyone else that was on board. Snikkskragga pushed his way through the ruins towards the sound of the squig. As he lifted a large metal tube Snikkskragga froze on the spot. There was Gizzla alright, but he wasn’t alone. Around him stood three other orks. "Nazdreg's ladz..." he muttered angrily as he watched. The orks were teasing the squig like cats playing with a small mouse. They would grab him by his tail and swing him to each other, then drop him, laughing loudly all the time. Snikkskragga's hands turned to fists as the anger began to grow rapidly.

"Stupid Squig, finks he can 'ave a bite out of us ay ladz?" growled the biggest of the three. The others laughed as Gizzla was flung again through the air. "All this tenderising is makin' me hungry boss, when's we gonna 'ave a bit o squig meat?" another asked angrily. "When I is finished 'avin a laugh you zog head!" the big ork roared back. The third and smallest ork kept quiet, not wanting to get involved, but he too was hungry. "Right den, suppose its time fer some grub den!" the boss called holding Gizzla outstretched, examining the squig. Gizzla snapped and growled as the ork looked him over. "Right I'm 'avin the legs!" exclaimed the boss. "NO U AINT!" came a roar.

The Boss spun around to see who had answered him back when Snikkskragga's giant fist smashed into his face sending him reeling, releasing Gizzla. The little animal bounced a few times then dived on the felled ork gnashing and chomping at his face. The other two orks looked at each other bemused then at the new arrival. "Ehh... U can 'ave wotever bit U want's err mister!" whined the bigger of the two. Snikkskragga glared angrily at the ork as he slowly approached him. "E is mine! My pet, my mate, U mess wif 'im U mess wif me!" the ork growled.

The Orks coward before the much larger Kommando Veteran. Snikkskragga grabbed both orks by the neck and slammed the two's heads together. The smaller of the two collapsed with Gizzla already on him as he fell. Snikkskragga grabbed the other by his arm and with a quick movement of his wrist and sickening crunch the arm was wrenched from the socket. "Me arm!!!" roared the ork in pain as blood sprayed everywhere. Snikkskragga took a bite out of it then began beating the ork with the disembodied arm. After a good meal of the dead orks Snikkskragga looked around his new environment. The clearing he was in was surrounded by large pine forests. He sniffed the air for a while then froze on the spot. Looking at Gizzla he made a clicking noise, "Dis way ya little git, an don’t be goin gettin us in trouble again, ya here?!!" he growled to the squig. As the two jogged towards the tree's Snikkskragga was secretly glad the little annoying purple thing was safe.. Strange noises echoed through the forest as Snikkskragga and Gizzla moved deeper and deeper through the maze of pine trees and overgrown roots. They had been moving for about two hours without sight nor sound of anything of interest. Gizzla began whining as he bounced along beside the kommando. "Give 'er a rest will ya?" grunted Snikkskragga. Gizzla didn’t obey he was tired and hungry. "Ow in Gorks great name can you be still hungry?" grumbled Snikkskragga more to himself than to the squig. The two continued their trek until something disturbed the undergrowth.

"Sssssh!" hissed Snikkskragga stopping dead in his tracks. Gizzla obeyed this time. The Kommando dropped to his hunkers and watched. Out from the foliage jumped a large skinny lizard almost as big as Gizzla. "Right.." whispered the ork, holding his hand up to the squig. "When I sez go u make a ......" the ork was cut from his sentence as the squig dove from his hiding place towards the reptile. The lizard reacted swiftly and darted off, Gizzla hot on his heels. "Dat stupid git!" groaned Snikkskragga slowly rising to his full height again. "He musta got some bang when we landed..." Before Snikkskragga began to follow more noises came from the direction that the lizard had come from. Snikkskragga hit the dirt, he knew the noise and smell all too well. He whispered to himself with an evil grin on his scarred face, "Umies..."

The ork was right, an entire squad of human soldiers made their way slowly through the forest. Snikkskragga watched from his hiding place behind a large fallen tree. They weren't Imperial, by the looks of it, probably pirates, but why here in this Mork forsaken place? The men moved cautiously, then one shouted to the others, "That way men" pointing in the direction that Gizzla and the lizard had headed. With a nod the men took off sprinting. Again Snikkskragga slowly rose to his feet, a puzzled look on his face. What did the humans want with a lizard? Without hesitation the kommando set out after them keeping his distance, he would find out for himself anyways! The men moved quickly through the forest. Jumping over the roots that entangled the forest floor with ease, ducking branches, they were at home here. Their skills and speed were unmatched, except by one.....

Snikkskragga raced along stealthily after the human soldiers, keeping their sent fresh in his large nostrils. Where they were headed, he did not know, but he would find out, plus the thing they chased, his 'fateful' squig Gizzla was also after. The forest was a maze, every turn and slope seemed the same to the ork, and he was getting annoyed. The thought of abandoning the squig crossed his mind for a second till he literally shook it from his head. Suddenly Snikkskragga stopped, sniffing in deep. Something had changed... The Ork thought for a second then the realisation hit him hard. The men were turning around and heading back towards him! The veteran kommando turned and began to head back when his foot went through the undergrowth and he was falling.. The big ork slammed into the ground hard. It was dark save the spots of sunlight that beamed down. Slowly he pulled himself to his feet. He wasn't hurt...much. Snikkskragga tilted his head back to see how far he had fallen. Not too far. Good. The ork spun his head around, this was a small hunting pit he realised. No killer spikes on the floor, no poisonous vines or plants. Unusual he thought. This was a trap for something the trappers wanted alive. "Well dey aint 'avin me!" he grunted and placed his hands either side of the pit and began to climb. As he reached the top he heard noise all around him. Pulling himself out of the trap he was face to face with one of his trappers.... Snikkskragga jumped to his feet, what was going on? Around him stood about ten half naked orks, covered in tattoos and piercing. The ork in front of him pointed a broken nailed finger at him and began shouting to the others in some guttural language. The kommando had no idea what they said scanning the feral orks as they jumped and shouted back excitedly. The ork in front turned again to him and said slowly "Gork or Mork?".

Snikkskragga stood bemused in front of the smaller orks. The one in front of him grunted once more, "Wot one iz ya?" Before the kommando could say anything the noise of footsteps got louder. The feral orks turned to the source of the noise gripping their crude spears and stone axes. "Da Umies" muttered Snikkskragga. With the orks backs turned he dove back into the hole gripping the edges so he could spy out. The men entered the area around the pit with weapons ready. A mighty 'WAAAAGGHH!!' bellowed from all the orks mouths and combat was met. Autogun fire roared through green hides and foliage alike, whilst men were sticked like wild pigs. From his hiding spot Snikkskragga watched the carnage ensue. Though smaller than him the feral orks shook off many of the shots fired at them, these were tough opponents. Snikkskragga spied one of the men carrying something. Hunting nets! One contained the lizard creature, the other an all too familiar purple form.

"Gizzla!" he roared and leapt from the hole with remarkable ease. He ploughed straight through the centre of the melee, shrugging off blows as he ran he roared at the top of his lungs, striking out with his massive fists, the only weapons he was left with. The men froze in fright seeing the much larger ork emerge from no where and smash his way through their small numbers like some blood crazed daemon from their darkest nightmares. The human with the nets coward before Snikkskragga as he lifted the man from the ground with one hand. "NO ONE, an I meanz NO ONE messes wif da squig!" he roared, "Got it?". The man nodded slowly, still in shock. The Kommando looked down at Gizzla as he tried release himself. With his free hand the big ork grabbed the bag and released the squig. Gizzla proceeded to bite any that got in his way, man or ork.

Looking around, all the humans were dead bar the one held aloof by Snikkskragga. "Gizzla! Knock it off!" the kommando roared. The little animal had its jaws around one of the orks rears while another tried to pull him free. Snikkskragga chuckled a little then roared again. "I meanz it!". Gizzla let go and bounced to his master. The remaining feral orks searched the bodies of the fallen whilst one shouted insults at Gizzla. Turning to face the human in his clutches Snikkskragga spoke slowly. "U knowz wot I iz sayin, yeah?" he asked. The man nodded again. "Good, cause I iz only gonna ask deze questions once, unnerstand?".

As Snikkskragga and Gizzla followed the orks through the undergrowth he thought about what the Humie had told him. He had been wrong, they were Imperial, some sort of forest fighting specialists. Like them gits on Catachan. Snikkskragga loved fighting them, they were as devious and tricky as he was. The lizard that they were after had something special in its skin he had been told by the man. "In da skin?" he had asked. "Yes, the slime contains a chemical that can cure the Promethium Virus" the man had explained. "Wotz dat?" the ork had added. "Its a sickness that is affecting nearly half the human population on the planet.." "Sickness?" He had growled, "I always sed U Umies woz weak!". Orks were immune to almost every illness, it was in their genetic code. The human was less informative about the whereabouts of their base, annoying Snikkskragga and causing him to snap the mans spine. Now as he trudged along with these feral loons, human Autogun in his hand he wondered if he would ever get off the planet. "Well Gizzla" he spoke to the squig, "I dunno bout U but dis place is the worst zogging place I 'ave ever been ta!"

The small group of orks trekked through the pine forest for some time. Soon the undergrowth became less dense and large patches of knee high grass (well knee high to Snikkskragga at least) covered the ground. Gizzla could only be seen whenever he bounced up. Snikkskragga kept behind the feral orks as they walked. "Home!" one ork called to Snikkskragga pointing in one direction. "Soon! U Friend's der!" he added in his crude tongue. Friend? Snikkskragga thought, who else would be here? Then a horrible thought crossed his mind, swallowing hard he growled, "Nazdreg....."

The feral orks town was as crude as could be. There wet huts made from mud and animal hide, mixed in with debris probably taken from the Umies. Massive grim totems were dotted throughout the village. There were hundreds of orks here, all dressed in the same way as his companions. The orks lead Snikkskragga through the muddy village to a large hut made mainly of scrap. Two large metal tusks flanked both sides of the door and one massive ork as big as Snikkskragga stood guard. "Ur friend!" the orks that accompanied him exclaimed, pointing inside. Snikkskragga nodded then looked at his squig, the memories of entering Nazdreg's tent crossed his mind as he slowly made his way in.....

The hut was massive inside, it could of fit a hundred orks, but only a small number were present. In the centre of the room a small groups huddled together, their backs to Snikkskragga. The kommando approached the group slowly. Suddenly the orks were pushed away from the inside of the group and three big orks emerged heading straight for Snikkskragga! "Boss!!, it sure iz gud ta see U!" one beamed happily. "Ye, we've been stuck wif deze nutterz fer dayz!" another exclaimed. "Ow iz ya boss?" the third one added. Snikkskragga had never been so happy in his life, but he never showed it. Reaching out his two arms the four orks huddled together and slammed their skulls together as hard as possible. Snikkskragga swayed for a second till he the dizziness passed. "U gitz is a sight fer sore eyes!" he explained to the others, "Ow did U guys end up 'ere anyways?" he asked. "Its like dis boss, after we all done a runner from Nazdreg's ship an big boss Kilia an da boyz was smashin up da place, da three of us got separated from da rest of da kommandos. So we found a small ship and got zoggin well out of der as fast we could, den we seen ur Landa 'eadin fer dis place and followed!" the biggest one explained. He was Thrashskull, Snikkskragga's second in command, an extremely loyal ork (for a change), Snikkskragga had thought him everything he needed to know.

"Fing iz" Thrashskull continued, "Ur Landa made some right mad loops an spins and went out of view, so we landed just outside dis camp!". Snikkskragga's eyes widened at this, "U meanz ur ship still works?" he asked. "Yer boss but It wont take off!" came a different voice. "Why iz dat Stabstab?" Snikkskragga asked the second ork. "Cause we knackered da afterburna an bits of da engine wen we landed!, Dem Badmoons sure 'ave great stuff but dey don’t make 'em too strong!" Stabstab answered. "Like da Badmoons demselves!" the third joked. The four orks laughed at this hard. Wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes Snikkskragga spoke again,

"Gud one Gitkrusha, but wot do we do now?" he asked. "Dont worry boss, I gotz da radio fing workin', Badgrutz an sum of da ladz iz comin' ta help!" Stabstab answered. "Badgrutz?" the boss said, "I 'avent seen dat oul Zogger fer ages! E iz da bestest Mek der iz!" Snikkskragga added, "Wen iz e comin?". The three looked at each other worriedly and then to their boss, Thrashskull nodded taking it upon himself to answer the question, "Ehh....dats one fing I wantz to talk to ya 'bout..." Snikkskragga winced, closing his eyes tight, this wasn't going to be good news! Snikkskragga circled the small craft that his ladz had followed him in, the news they told him was depressing. It turned out Badgrutz was on root alright, but he could take two days or two years, the later been the more likely. "Badgrutz will get fed up and 'ead back!" Gitkrusha had said in his depressed state. "No 'E wont!" Snikkskragga had tried reassure the kommando, but he didn’t even believe himself.

At this stage Stabstab had taken it upon himself to try fix the ship. He always was good with things, but ex-Imperial ships was another thing. As Snikkskragga watched Stabstab bang and twist things on the ship, more and more feral orks from the village came to watch. The kommandos ignored them. One of the loons became excited and jumped up and down pointing at the ship. "Wotz up wif dem?" called Stabstab from somewhere inside the ship. "I dunno Stabstab, deyz all a bunch of mad gitz anyways" answered Gitkrusha as he walked towards the ship. Snikkskragga just shook his head, "Any of U seen Thrashskull?" he asked. "Ye E woz wit me in da village talkin ta some git" Gitkrusha explained. There was another roar from the group of feral orks standing nearby, but it wasn't them.

Snikkskragga turned to see Thrashskull bully his way through the group of orks. He was much bigger than them but still had to push and shove through. "BOSS!!" he roared, "BOSS!!". He looked as if he was drowning amongst the orks, waving his hands frantically. Eventually he got through the mob. Turning to them he made an obscene gesture with his hand then ran towards his comrades. "Ave I got news fer U!" he beamed. The others looked puzzled at each other, Stabstab emerged from the ship to see what he was shouting about. "Wot iz it Thrashskull?" asked Snikkskragga. "Da gits!" he replied, pointing at the ferals, "Dey know where da Umie base iz!". Gitkrusha rolled his eyes, "So wot?" he spat. He was answered with a slap from Stabstab, "Dont ya realise wot dat meanz?" Stabstab barked, "Dey 'ave da parts we need, or better yet.....fully workin' ships!". Thrashskull nodded happily, "Plus we gets ta stomp some Umie skulls!". The four looked happier than ever. "Right ladz!" Snikkskragga exclaimed, keeping his eyes on the ferals behind them, "I gotz a cunnin' plan!"

The Imperial outpost sat in a shallow valley, cradled by small hills scattered with the edges of the forest. To the north lay a massive lake where man made canals snaked their way back and forth from it. A massive tower dominated the centre, flashing lights dotted along its spine. In the dusk sky they shone for miles like a massive beacon. Snikkskragga and his three kommandos watched the men on the walls from the safety of the trees. They had daubed themselves in mud and paint for extra camouflage, this was where their skills were unmatched. A monstrous howl echoed through the forest from the tree tops. Peering up, a sight the orks had seen hundreds of times appeared. An Imperial Thunderhawk Dropship came hurtling down from the atmosphere slowing its decent as it came in over the stronghold. There it hovered for a second before setting down behind the massive walls. Snikkskragga grinned happily at the sight. Turning his gaze to his followers he nodded to Gitkrusha. The ork gave a thumbs up and vanished deeper into the forest. Turning to the remaining two he only grunted. The two responded by darting in the opposite direction, all the while remaining in the cover of the trees. Gizzla sat quietly, which was a change. Snikkskragga scanned the area once more and waited.. There was a rustle of foliage behind the ork when Gitkrusha re-emerged. "Deyz headin now" he whispered to his boss. "Good" came the reply.

After a few short moments a very different roar came from the forest. Snikkskragga watched as the humans on the walls all shone their spotlights in the direction of the sounds. Soon the forest was alive as a horde of feral orks all made their way to the main gates, yelling and swinging their weapons high in the air. Some of the nutterz rode massive boars and other strange creatures as they made their attack. The guards in the base ran to their position readying their weapons. "Now!" hissed Snikkskragga as he and Gitkrusha scarper for the walls. To his right he could make out the shapes of Thrashskull and Stabstab doing the same. Grappling hooks lashed out and hit home on the walls above and the four began their ascent. Gizzla dove onto his masters shoulders not to be left behind.

The orks hunched down on the battlements and watched the humans all head for the main gates on the far side of the compound, the coast was clear. What self respecting human would think orks would use tactics like this? Snikkskragga had asked earlier. The noise of something large crashing against metal rung through the base, the ferals were trying to bust in. The kommandos split up into two teams, Snikkskragga and Stabstab headed towards the landing pad as Thrashskull and Gitkrusha made their way to the control tower. The two orks raced across the courtyard as fast as they could, Gizzla keeping up. "Der! Now!" called Snikkskragga pointing to a large container. As soon as the two orks dived for the cover the Thunderhawk on the landing pad opened to unload its deadly cargo. Peering out, Snikkskragga cursed. "Wot in Gorks name are dey doing 'ere?". Stabstab watched in silence as five massive armoured figures strode from the landing pad, not caring for the conflict outside, and headed for the control tower. "Marines..."growled Stabstab, "I 'ate Marines!" The five marines strode across the courtyard, unhindered by the shouts and screams from the main gates. Making their way to the entrance of the tower they never looked back. They walked upright and proud, Boltguns cradled in their massive red armoured gauntlets. The setting sun glistening off of their blue armour. The doors to the tower opened and the five Crimson Fists entered.

"Bah!!" spat Stabstab, he hated Space Marines with a passion. "Stop yer moanin' an letz get movin'!" growled Snikkskragga. The two kommandos crept from their hiding place and advanced up the ramp towards the Thunderhawk. The exit ramp was still lowered, this was too easy. As they crept ever closer the orks stopped an looked at each other. "U smell tha....?" Stabstab began as a roar came from inside the ship, the frightening roar of an assault cannon starting up. Diving away from the ramp out stormed their attacker, one lone terminator. "I 'ate dem gits even more!" roared Stabstab as he dove for cover. "Zoggin tin can!"

Thrashskull and Gitkrusha were inside the tower before the marines. Quickly they made their way to the top floor. The tower was literally empty as they scampered up the winding stairwell, this wrapped its way around the elevator shaft in the centre. Nearing the top the elevator came to life and shot up past them at an insane rate making Gitkrusha's head spun just watching it. "Someone is headin' up anyways!" grunted Thrashskull, "Lets give 'em a surprise!"

The doors to the control room lay ahead of the kommandos, as the two crept towards them voices could be heard. The two stopped and listened.” Commander Arthius has no time for this!" a deep voice boomed angrily, "I am sorry my lord but they are extremely rare and difficult to capture!" replied a more human voice. "You have outposts scattered across the planet and thousands at your command, how hard can it be?" the deep voice growled angrily this time. "It....its the Xenos my lord, they capture them for food and other practices. They are a hindrance to us..." came his reply. "Those....those savages? Do not make us laugh!" another deep voice called back. More shouting and arguing echoed through the small corridor. Thrashskull looked at Gitkrusha, grinned then ran for the doors, Gitkrusha in toe.

"Wotz we gonna do bout dis metal fart boss?" roared Stabstab over the din of the conflict. At this stage the savage orks were inside causing mayhem in the base. Snikkskragga was silent, ten feet above him the terminator kept them pinned, firing on their hiding spot with its assault cannon. Metal and dust was thrown into the air wherever it made contact. Stabstab grumbled some more. "Right do wot I do an don’t look back!" Snikkskragga ordered. Stabstab nodded in reply. "Give me a sec..." grunted the boss, grabbing Gizzla he tossed the squig up high onto the platform. "Hang on.....'ang on..." Snikkskragga explained holding up his hand and listening. The assault cannon had stopped firing, "Now ya git!" he roared, leaping from hiding and bounded back up the ramp.

Colonel Stark spun around as the doors to the control room burst open. Two large camouflaged orks came down upon them, roaring and unloading rounds upon his comrades. The men had no time to react, the mans last memory was of a massive cleaver arching down upon his skull. The kommandos tore through the men in moments, until they froze in shock for all but a second. They stood face to face with five Space Marines as big as them. With a curse Thrashskull threw himself upon them. Gitkrusha shook his head and followed. The Marines drew their knifes and combat was met...

Snikkskragga watched as the terminator tried wrench the squig from his helmet. This gave him time. Running behind the marine he unsheathed his choppa and drove it into his reactor. This was one way to immobilise the gits, he just hoped it still worked! Stabstab vanished inside the Thunderhawk and set about taking out the servitor crew. As Snikkskragga wriggled his arm back and forth he was answered by a loud hissing as connections broke and vital lines snapped. The terminator froze on the spot. Gizzla let go and Snikkskragga merely pushed the marine from the landing pad, down towards the ground below. "U got that fing workin?" he called to Stabstab. "Yer boss, but its a bit trickier than I thought" answered the ork, re emerging from inside. Snikkskragga slapped himself in the forehead, "Just do wot ya can!" he growled, "An wotz takin' them two squig farts so long!?".

Blood covered the control room. Dead, hole filled human corpses littered the ground. Beside them lay large armoured figures. Brother Taarus sat up and looked at the horror the orks had caused. The Xenos had killed all but him. At least he had taken down the bigger of the two, no doubt that was the leader. But where had the other one vanished to? A massive foot kicked the space marine down on to its back. Holding him down the bloodied face of Gitkrusha glared down menacingly. The marine spat something at the ork through its helmet, "How? How could mere scum like you do this?" the marine was puzzled but kept a stern tone. Gitkrusha laughed and answered the marine, "We aint just any orks ya lousy metal wearin' git, we'z da Shok Blasta Kommando's, da best der iz, an we eat grotz like U fer breakfast! U killed me bestest mate an now ya'z gonna pay!". With that the kommando reached down and tore the Astartes head from its shoulders with some satisfying snaps and crunches.

Gitkrusha paused holding the head. He slammed it down hard and manically began smashing everything in the room out of sheer anger! "Oi!" came a low shout, "U some sort of Madboy or sumfink?". Gitkrusha spun around to see Thrashskull try drag himself to his feet, countless stab wounds trickled with blood as he moved. His legs were broken, but he still tried to stand. "U gonna go round smashin' up da place or are ya gonna 'elp me up?!" he groaned. Gitkrusha ran to the bigger ork, placing his arm under his and over his shoulder. "Did ya take out da controls like Boss Snikkskragga said?" Thrashskull asked sarcastically, as the room lay in ruins, electricity sparking frantically throughout the room. "Shut up an lets get u out of here yer smarty pants grot!" Gitkrusha joked making his way towards the doors, with the injured Nob.

Feral orks bellowed and roared as they clashed with the Guardsmen. Though not as heavily armed as the humans they were making some sort of progress. Snikkskragga waited impatiently outside the access ramp of the Thunderhawk. "Come on, come on!" he grumbled. Stabstab had figured out how to get the ship working, all they were waiting for was the other two gits. The lights on the side of the tower had gone out long ago, what was taking them he wondered. "Maybe dey was done in boss?" shouted Stabstab from inside. Snikkskragga could barely hear him over the noise of the Thunderhawks engines. The kommando thought about that for a second. "Maybe yer rig....." he started just when the form of Gitkrusha burst from the tower doors, helping Thrashskull. "Da zoggin squig brainz!" shouted Snikkskragga as he ran towards them.

All around was chaos as feral orks and humans battled viciously. "Wotz wrong with U ya git?" growled Snikkskragga, obviously seeing his wounds. "Nuffin boss, I'll be good in a bit, just gotta catch me breath!" Thrashskull joked. "Come 'ere!" Snikkskragga growled as he lifted the nob one handed onto his shoulder, "Come on!" he shouted to the smaller Gitkrusha as they rushed towards the Thunderhawk. High pitched screams rang through the air, more audible than the Thunderhawks engines. The orks looked up as they reached the Thunderhawk. Gitkrusha took Thrashskull as Snikkskragga pondered at what he was seeing. The reality hit him hard.

Hundreds of drop pods collided into the forests, one smashing into the courtyard. "Deyz not da same marine gitz dat we was fighting boss!" Gitkrusha shouted to Snikkskragga over the noise. "Yer I know, we'z gotta move! Go Stabstab!" he roared into the ship as he dived into the ship. The ork was right, the blood red drop pods, were very different. Spikes and horns decorated the edges, brazen skulls covered its surface.

"Spiky Boyz!" roared Gitkrusha as the ship took off shaking a little. "Dem der iz da World Eater's, deys very killy!" exclaimed Snikkskragga, "Deys put up a good fight!". The orks inside watched as the drop pods etched their way down to the planets surface far below. "Hold on ladz!" roared Stabstab from up front, "Dis iz gonna be bad!" One of the drop pods tore right through the ship, smashing it in half. They were no longer ascending, they were falling! "Snikkskragga looked round, his half of the ship had the bloodied Thrashskull and Gizzla hanging on for dear life. "Not agai........!!" started Snikkskragga till all went dark....

Smoke wafted up through the trees. All around, the remains of half the Thunderhawk lay scattered. Thrashskull blinked as he sat up. Where was everyone? He tried clamber to his feet when agonising pain shot through his body. "Oh yeah.." he grumbled, remembering his broken legs, "Damn Umies" he grunted some more. Something moved beneath the wreckage in front of him. The nob spun his head around finding a short metal pipe. "Dat will do.." he said as he grabbed it. Scrap moved as the thing moved closer to him. "Come out so I can see ya!" roared the ork.

Gizzla leaped from the wreckage noticing the ork up ahead and waddled quickly towards him. "Gizzla ya runt!" growled Thrashskull, a bit happier now. The squig recognised the ork and didn't try attack. "Where's Snikkskragga?" asked the ork slowly, "Where's da boss?". The little creature looked puzzled at the ork. Thrashskull shook his head. "Dumb Squig.." he muttered, "How in Gork's name do I get out of here?". Gizzla growled angrily, but not at Thrashskull. "Wot?....Wot iz it boy?" asked the ork gripping the metal pole tight again. Something was coming up behind them.

"Allow me to help.." exclaimed a deep voice. Thrashskull turned his body with his meaty arms. The shock hit him like the blunt end of a choppa. Standing before him were three large red armoured forms. "Chaos boyz!" growled Thrashskull. "Very good alien, now pray tell me, where are the rest of your companions? Especially that leader of yours? He owes the Blood God greatly!" the same marine replied. Thrashskull eyed him up and down, he didn’t recognise him, but then again they all looked alike to him. "I dunno where dey iz, I'm tryin' ta find dem meself!" growled the ork, "An wot does my boss owe yewh blood mad gitz for?". The chaos marine chuckled evilly at this, "Never you mind pawn, never you mind. I shall find him myself!", with that the marines chain axe came to life and finished off the wounded Thrashskull. Blood splattered the marines arms and chest as he hacked the wounded ork. Gizzla quickly made his escape. "Never mind that creature, I want the head of Snikkskragga!" the berserker roared. "Yes my Lord Khangar, you shall have it!" another marine answered, "Scour this forsaken place, make as many offerings to Him as possible but that ork is mine!!" Khangar roared. "For the Blood God!" the three shouted and bounded off through the wreckage.

Snikkskragga opened his eyes, far below him lay the forest floor. He found himself entangled in one of the great pine trees. "Now, how da hell do I get down?" he growled. His head hurt, his limbs hurt, everything hurt, even his tongue hurt from biting it when he crashed. Slowly and painfully the kommando clambered down. Bits of the Thunderhawk lay scattered throughout the undergrowth. He had fallen through the hole that the drop pod had made as it sliced the ship apart. Now he had to find the others, little did he know that devotees to Khorne were hungry for his blood.

The morning sun crept over the canopy of pine trees, sending rays of light down towards the forest floor. This morning all was eerily quiet. There were no animal or bird calls. Only dead silence. Something was happening, and only one force could cause this. The forces of Chaos...

The wreckage of the Thunderhawk spread for miles around. Snikkskragga strode through the trees constantly on the look out for the others. A very familiar smell wafted into his nostrils, setting off alarm bells in his head, ork blood.....

Snikkskragga bounded through the trees as fast as he could, jumping over pieces of the ship and roots alike. The ork made his way to a small newly made clearing. Above him the trees were torn apart from the descending Imperial ship. Scanning the area he spied something familiar. As he approached he was right. Lifting it up he examined it. Thrashskull's 'stabby choppa'! Where was Thrashskull though?

Skimming through the wreckage the smell of ork blood grew stronger, until the orks hand touched something wet and sticky. Recoiling in disgust Snikkskragga looked at his hand, blood. Moving things he found the splattered remains of his second in command. A bestial growl escaped Snikkskragga's mouth on making his discovery. He placed his hand back into the pool of blood and began to cover his face in the almost black liquid. This was a mark of respect amongst the 'Shok Blasta Kommandos' a way of the dead having their revenge, if the wearer killed that who killed the other. Snikkskragga noticed footprints in the blood. "Marines.." he growled, "Dem Chaos farts!".

Snikkskragga raced through the trees now, not caring if he made noise or not. He was on a suicide mission. tearing through the undergrowth the ork gripped Thrashskull's blade tight. It too was daubed in the dead orks blood. "We'll get da git, don’t ya worry, we'll get 'im!" Snikkskragga repeated as he ran. Suddenly the ork tripped on something and fell face first into the dirt. "Where did that come....?" he began as he looked down. His anger lessened when he saw what he fell over. "GIZZLA!!" he shouted leaping to his feet, "Where did yewh come from?!" he added. The little animal jumped up and down excitedly on seeing his master, not caring that the big ork had fallen over him. "Come on, we'z got ta find da grot dat killed Thrashskull!" the ork explained. Gizzla let a loud yelp and began running off in one direction. "Dat stupid git!" grumbled Snikkskragga a bit happier now. But the squig ran back again, yelped then ran off once more. It took the ork a few seconds to realise that Gizzla was trying to tell him something. "You know where dey iz boy?" the ork asked shocked. The squig yelped a few more times then took off, Snikkskragga was hot on his heels.

The human settlement lay in ruins. Homes were burnt, sentry towers decimated. This was different from the military base. There wasn't as many defences or as high walls. The gates had been blown. It had began to rain, turning the ground to mud. As Snikkskragga approached the entrance he could see trails of smoke all through the settlement. The ork walked through the streets, with Gizzla by his side. Broken bodies littered the streets, some were charred remains others mangled corpses. From the looks of it they had not put up much defence. Snikkskragga looked down at one of the bodies and muttered something, "Dis one iz jussa' pup.." on examining the body, "Ow can 'e even put up a fight?" he added. This was a bit twisted even for an ork. Sure orks loved to fight and make war. But there was no fun in killing pups that can barely walk! Give them a few years and sure. This had Chaos all over it.

Deeper into the settlement Snikkskragga heard laughing and shouting. Finding cover behind a ruined Sentinel he watched as Chaos Marines slaughtered the remaining town occupants. In the middle of the berserkers stood Khangar. Snikkskragga looked shocked at the sight of him. "He should be dead!" he cursed. He was right, years before hand, Snikkskragga was sent to take out the Khorne Lord. He had planted explosives in his headquarters on the volcanic planet of Artibay III, submerging the base in molten lava. Obviously Khangar escaped...barely by the looks of it. One half of his body was almost bionic or maybe even daemonic! His left arm was formed into a large claw, and his leg was like an eagles talon. His horned helmet, however remained the same, with its glaring skull. One berserker came too close to Snikkskragga's position, quickly the ork grabbed the marine, dispatching him with many stabs in the throat. The ork spat on the man and made his way up onto a platform where an overturned statue of a Space Marine lay.

"Oi! Khangar ya zogging dung eating squigbrained grot!" the kommando roared from atop the platform. All of the Chaos troops turned to face the ork. "You lookin' fer me?" he growled. Khangar strode from the centre of his troops. "Snikkskragga, I thought I'd lost you!" sneered the Chaos Lord as he approached the steps up to the platform. Khangar waved off his troops and strode up to face the ork. Snikkskragga gripped Thrashskull's blade tight, rage flowing through his green veins. Khangar circled the ork waving his chain axe like a conductor of an orchestra. "So finally, I get my revenge" the marine growled. Khangar was very calm for a Khorne Lord, it was a horrible trait he had.

"Shut up an die!" roared the ork as he leaped for Khangar. Khangar lashed out with his axe tearing into Snikkskragga's left arm. The ork howled in pain and slammed his fist into the marines face, smashing the lenses on his helmet. The axe cut right through his arm severing it off at the elbow. Ork blood sprayed from the wound. Snikkskragga put his other hand over the wound to stop the bleeding, but the Chaos Lord was on top of him. He grabbed the ork by the face and smashed him hard into broken Marine statue. Teeth broke as Snikkskragga’s face made contact with it. Dazed he tried lift himself up, just to have his ear ripped off by the lord. Khangar flung the helpless ork from the platform, hitting the ground hard. The Khorne Berserkers moved back, allowing their master room to finish off the ork. Placing his foot on the kommando's chest he spoke. "Any last words....alien? he mocked. "Yer....."the ork grumbled, "Da face Gizzla!". With that the squig leapt from hiding, gnashing and chomping at Khangar's face. The marine roared as the little creature bit through his helmet. Snikkskragga grinned, still dazed until the unthinkable happened...

Khangar wrenched the creature free with his clawed hand. "Damn creature!" roared the lord crushing all life from the squig. tearing Gizzla apart he flung the lifeless heap to the ground and laughed. Something clicked in Snikkskragga's head. Some bestial creature came to life inside him, and was set loose. The loudest roar emerged from the creatures lungs as he rose to his feet. Breathing hard he ripped an axe from one of the nearby Berzerkers and charged the shocked Chaos Lord, hacking all the way. Khangar fell hard on his back, the green monster atop him, slashing away madly. First his massive claw was disembodied, "Dat ones fer me!" he roared, standing on the marine he hacked through his pelvis, severing his legs from his body. Blood coughed through his smashed face grill. "Dat was fer Thrashskull!!" he added, "AN DIS IZ FER GIZZLA!!!! WAAAGGHH!!" came the bellow as Khangar's head was removed from his body. Holding the head high the ork roared again as loud as possible. This time his roar was answered by a mighty WAAAGGHH!! from outside the city. The remaining Khorne Berzerkers had no idea what was happening. Snikkskragga dove into the marines slicing and chopping off limbs as the anger raged! As he hacked his way through, two forms dove from the rooftops into the melee. Snikkskragga glanced quickly to see Stabstab and Gitkrusha fighting their way towards him. "Boss! He's here!" roared Stabstab,

Snikkskragga looked puzzled as he ripped a berserker in two, "Badgrutz boss! Him an da ladz, deyz here!" the ork explained, avoiding the swing of a chains word. Stabstab was right, out from the ruins three trukks emerged disgorging their crazed cargo. More orks ran from the ruins whooping and shouting. "Dat way ya gits, don't let 'em get away!" came a familiar voice. Snikkskragga turned to see the Big Mek directing two massive Dreads. "Oi Snikkskragga, wot 'appened to yer arm?" he called as he ran towards the kommando. Before he could answer Badgrutz spoke again,

"Sure never worry, I'll make ya a better one, very killy!", with that Badgrutz lifted his face mask he wore when welding and pretty much all the time. A signature cigar between his teeth. He removed it from his mouth and placed it on the orks wounded arm. Snikkskragga winced. "Don't be such a grot!" he explained, "It'll stop da blood from gettin' out....well dats wot da doks told me!" he added. Badgrutz was as eccentric and mad as could be, but for an ork he was extremely likeable, though he still loved busting skulls. "Come on we'z gotta get out of here, ders a whole load of Umie ships on der way!" the Mek explained. As the ork ship took off Snikkskragga sat quietly, he had lost two of his most important members of his elite kommando team and his ear and left arm at that! What would he do now?

Stabstab walked over to him and spoke, "By da way boss, big big warlord Kilrock 'as a job fer us" the ork explained. "Yer? Wot?" grumbled the kommando leader, "Well he started a new WAAAGH!! against da skinnys!" he added. Snikkskragga's eyes widened as he grinned. "Skinnys.. “he grumbled happily, "I hate skinnys!" with a grin. "Knew dat would cheer ya up!" explained Stabstab as he began to walk away, "Oi Stabstab?" called the boss. "Yer?" came the reply. "Fancy a job?"

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