After the Mekboys received the toof, even the rough, savage Greenskins became much more careful. They used a great deal of protective equipment to safeguard this priceless toof, then enshrined it at the core of the Ork Battle Star.
"As agreed, the toof belongs jointly to the Mekboys who built the Battle Moon. You have operational control and command authority. And I... get to name it," Rambo told Rottooth.
"Of course! My word's solid!" Rottooth replied, thumping his chest.
"All right, then. This new Battle Moon will be called Bro's Hammer. I hope it'll smash everything to pieces, just like a punch from Sneaky Boss," Rambo said, sharing his idea.
"No problem. Can we get going now? The Boys are itching for a fight..." Rottooth rubbed his hands together.
"First, we gotta go here..." A Mekboy standing nearby stepped forward and explained, using a map in his hand that looked like a Rubik's Cube.
The map was not static. It changed rapidly, as though a pair of invisible hands were constantly twisting the cube.
"Huh? More tricks? I've got no Teef left. Are you trying to rip me off?" Rottooth looked displeased.
"Don't overthink it. This is normal. See the map? Space in this region is chaotic and changes all the time. We're on the eastern side of the Milky Way, with the Great Rift in between. If we want to cross quickly and safely, we have to use this patch of chaotic space."
"Otherwise, we can only use Dio's method. He's taking Iron Claw across the Great Rift by physically blasting stars apart, one after another. It's a reliable method, just slow."
Rambo explained it to Rottooth.
"Uh... I'm no Mekboy. We'll do whatever you say. Sneaky Boss sleeps on your turf, anyway, so whatever explanation you give will