Daifu Flight Squadron

"Boss! It's back!"

Atop the towering observation post, a Boy pressed his face to a huge telescope, then suddenly let out an excited roar.

His voice was quickly relayed through a brass horn to the command tower on the other side.

"Speak clearly! What's coming?"

An Ork boss wearing a black leather jacket on top and loose brown leather trousers below, a pipe clenched in his teeth and his legs propped on the console, sprang to his feet the instant he heard the voice from the horn.

"Clearly, you idiot!"

"It's that red tail! This time it brought several little ones with it."

"Fuck! All hands, assemble!"

The boss slammed his sandbag-sized fist onto the red button on the console, and a piercing alarm immediately rang out across the sky.

In an instant, the Snotlings that had been dozing against railings or sprawled on the ground were jolted awake and ran about in confusion, while the Boyz hurried out of their huts and bars.

"To the hangars!"

The boss grabbed the leather cap with goggles from the console and strode outside, while the mechanics behind him looked somewhat at a loss.

"Boss Wazgub, you only gave the order yesterday to remove the fuselage for maintenance. Now..."

Bang!

A smoking hole appeared in the sofa where the boss had been sitting. The mechanics immediately shut their mouths.

"Five minutes. Get my plane ready now!"

Leaving the command tower, Wazgub ran all the way to his personal hangar, where a red single-wing jet stood parked.

Every inch of it embodied the Orks' simple, brutal design philosophy: a massive tail exhaust, countless exposed wires and pipes, ventilation fans everywhere, and a beast-snouted nose completely at odds with aerodynamics.

The only praiseworthy feature was probably the swept double wings modified at Wazgub's insistence. The