"No anti-air guns! All of ya, stop! Stop! Let 'em land!"
"Starbreaker" Amgr stood at the edge of his "observation deck," a heap of scrap metal and bones. His single eye remained fixed on the viewing screen, watching the two golden streaks punch through the thin web of fire and plummet toward the surface of the Fortress. He was so excited that every scrap of metal on his body rattled.
He swung his Power Klaw and smacked an Ork Mek beside him across the head just as the Mek was about to operate an enormous, rusty gun turret. The blow sent the Mek staggering, nearly snapping the control lever.
"That's Lorgar! Lorgar's come himself! Hahahaha! WAAAGH!!!" Amgr roared excitedly, spraying spittle that mingled with the stink of machine oil.
"I'm gonna fight him! One on one! A proper fight! Nobody gets involved! I'm gonna twist his head off myself and hang it on..."
He paused, apparently considering where it would look most impressive, then decided, "On the highest spike on my Throne! Yeah! That's it! All of ya, listen up! Let 'em in! No shooting 'em with guns! Let 'em land! This is my fight! Amgr's fight!"
The surrounding Ork Warlords and Boyz exchanged bewildered looks, but the boss's orders were everything, especially when he was this excited.
They scratched their heads and stopped aiming, grumbling curses as they watched the two golden meteors draw closer.
BANG!!!
An impossibly deep impact, mixed with the piercing shriek of metal being forcibly torn apart, erupted against a relatively "flat" section of the Orks' scrap Fortress's armored shell!
Within hundreds of metres of the impact, metal plates buckled upward and split apart like thin sheet iron struck by an invisible giant hammer!
Pale golden flames of psychic energy burst from the centre