"Ah, lemme think, lemme think." Bone Uncle led the Ork forces attacking Helsreach Port to the vicinity of Hades Hive. From the gunpowder stench hanging in the air and the loose ground ahead—plowed by shells countless times, then churned back over by waves of attackers and vehicles—he could tell that Hades really was a fine place for a proper fight.
The big, burly Ork guards around him saw that their boss was about to go mad again and hurriedly backed away a few steps. Whenever the boss went mad, any Boyz standing too close would get smacked to death by his wildly swinging giant claws.
Even the toughest armor did no good. Last time, some unlucky git had stood too close to the crazed boss and got sent straight into a Deff Dread with one swipe. Deff Dreads were pretty cool, sure, but according to the lads inside, once you got put in one, you couldn't eat or drink anymore. Even smashing humie skulls just didn't feel as satisfying as before.
"Ah! Mork and Gork told me! This is how we're gonna smash this Hades metal nest!"
Bone Uncle beckoned over a Gretchin who looked like he served as a scribe and had him record the prophecy he had received from the vision of Gork.
"Get those sneaky Blood Axe gits to ride their planes an' stuff and land on top of Hades. Tell those gits who play with oil and wrenches to fit the dirty wagons, Gorkanauts, and stuff with bigger, meaner boom-booms that can smash those stone nests apart! Stop thinkin' about nothin' but big shootas and big choppas all day."
"Mm, and more, more! Don't let those burny Boyz go together. Split 'em up and have 'em set fires all over the nest. What's the point of