After assigning the tasks, Iron Claw gathered his Nasty Boyz again.
This time, the Nasty Boyz had grown to over two thousand. The climate on Euronia III was excellent, and the mushrooms grew tall and fast. After so much fighting, there were always tough fighters who distinguished themselves on the battlefield.
"This thing's called a Rocket Pack. It lets you Waaagh! up into the sky, then come down and stomp the Humies to death." Iron Claw introduced the contraption on his back and demonstrated by flying a circuit overhead.
"This is standard kit for the Nasty Boyz. Without one, you ain't fit to fight the toughest, nastiest battles with us. You're lucky-there's still time to collect some teef and get a Mekboy to make you a set. My demand's simple: be ready before the next Waaagh! If you ain't got one, you can eat dust at the back."
Iron Claw wasted no more words. He operated his Rocket Pack and flew into the sky. Below, the "prospective" Nasty Boyz who already had Rocket Packs looked smug, while those without them started fighting on the spot to steal each other's teef.
Iron Claw's flying skills were among the best of all the Orks. The place where he had gathered his followers was close to the Greenskin Corridor, and he soon found his destination at one of its junctions.
From the air, Iron Claw also spotted several Gretchin Anti-Aircraft Emplacements, equipped with Anti-Aircraft Shootas and Gretchin Missiles. They were all shiny bits of quality kit.
Iron Claw spat. "Crooked Mouth's filthy rich. Even his Gretchin get gear this good. How rotten's his heart gotta be!"
Below, at an anti-aircraft emplacement, a Gretchin lowered his binoculars and told the Gretchin beside him, "Tell all the emplacements not to fire by mistake. That's Boss