"WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!"
A battle cry so savage it nearly tore apart the fabric of reality erupted from the deepest recesses of the Stars-scale Ork scrap Fortress, from its most chaotic and most "luxurious" chamber—the "throne room." It swept through the clamorous space, drowning out even the endless explosions and shriek of tearing metal outside.
Amg the "Starbreaker" surged to his feet from a "throne" crudely nailed together out of some colossal creature's spinal column and hardened steel plates.
His mountainous green body trembled slightly with overwhelming excitement.
He paid no attention to the Ork Warlord and boyz before him, who roared all the harder and pounded their chests at his movement. Nor did he look at the green lights on the holographic tactical display, winking out in swathes as their fleets were destroyed.
Its single eye, burning with an insatiable hunger for Warfire, seemed to pierce the scrap Fortress's thick, twisted shell and the chaotic void of the battlefield, locking unerringly onto something far away.
It fixed on the towering Flagship that had just emerged from transit, its hull dark gray and its prow emblazoned with a massive tome-and-sword Insignia, leading a vast force of Imperial reinforcements into the battlefield.
More precisely, it fixed on a particular spot on that Flagship's Bridge.
An indescribable sensation, born of the Orks' uncanny racial psychic intuition, seared the depths of his soul like a red-hot branding iron.
He "felt" it. That aura, that presence, the ultimate target he had come all this way to find, desperate to tear him apart and prove himself the "most WAAAGH!!!"—
"LORGAR!!!!!"
Amg emptied his lungs to roar that name, his voice like ten thousand rusty engines exploding at once.
He thrust up an arm as thick as a siege ram, pointing his Power Klaw straight at the distant