The third to connect was Iron Claw, the very same Iron Claw whose confidence Sneaky Boss had slapped clean out of him. Now he had thrown himself into making something of himself, and in those three years, he had actually achieved quite a lot.
Unlike the other Bosses of the Screw Clan, Iron Claw had not stayed entrenched in a single system, choosing instead to expand outward. His main targets were not the Tyranids, but other Ork clans.
In three years, Iron Claw had occupied more than ten systems, conquering members of the Evil Sunz Clan, which produced hordes of Speed Freeks, the Bad Moons clan, whose fast-growing teeth kept them well equipped, and the Goff Clan, which adored close combat.
Of course, the Ork clans Iron Claw had defeated were all small ones, but they had still broadened the variety of troops under his command. On top of that... the Screw Clan's own Mekboys had upgraded those fellows' equipment even further.
Had it not been for Sneaky Boss, Iron Claw would have had the potential to contend for the title of Ork Great Warboss of the Octarius Sector.
"It's been a while... you've built yourself quite an operation, Iron Claw..." Even Sneaky Boss was surprised by Iron Claw's achievements.
"Heh heh heh, compared to you, Boss, this little bit of work ain't worth mentioning. Once I've gathered more Boyz, I'll lead 'em in and give the Tyranids a proper walloping."
Iron Claw, who swaggered and blustered in front of the Boyz, was far more modest before Sneaky Boss. That slap had left far too deep an impression on him.
"Stop hoarding troops. I see you're right up in the north of the sector, where there ain't many Orks. Can you build up faster than the Tyranids? Hurry up and