Bullying Orks

Ohm III, a Forge World filled with furnaces and factories, had already fallen half into Ork hands. Due to the extreme importance of its production capacity, the planet had naturally become one of the battlefields where the Imperium of Man and the main Ork forces fought to the death.

Every morning, as the factories' whistles let out their long, piercing blasts, the factory gates opened, and vast quantities of weapons and ammunition were sent to the front along with soldiers freshly conscripted from the hive cities.

Parents in the hive cities spent decades of hard labor raising their children, yet all it took to blow their heads apart was an iron nail casually ground out by an Ork.

The lives of the entire world were swiftly devoured and squeezed dry by the war. Without outside aid, relying solely on the resistance of the planet's native people, they would be completely drowned beneath the ever-growing Ork population within three hundred years.

The soil from the front lines was blasted up one way, then blasted back another. All Lootas needed was a large magnet to pull a considerable amount of scrap metal from the dirt.

In the 8133 Basin, Bad Tooth, a Loota, hoisted up his magnet after it had gathered all the scrap metal it could.

The magnet had already been heavy to begin with, and after attracting all that scrap, its weight became even more outrageous. Even though Bad Tooth had gotten a mechanical arm fitted with a diesel crane from Blackheart, the Big Mek, he still needed to prepare himself thoroughly before he could move.

Pop.

Bad Tooth opened a liquor bottle made from a human skull. The seams and holes in the skull had been sealed with something like cement, and it contained strong liquor brewed from mushrooms