The Painboss was rather bewildered.
Was Boss Boomblasta dead or alive?
His head had been split in two.
The problem was that the Orks' powerful psyker power had pressed the two halves together without healing them.
Could he... be turned into a mech?
I reckon there's something like that. Should be humie stuff.
The Ork "doctor" rummaged through his collection. A Deathskulls Clan "doctor" had no ordinary hoard; all manner of junk spilled across the floor as he searched, making the emergency room look like a rubbish heap.
Ha! Found it.
The Painboss dug out something round: a flying servo-skull.
But the Ork still wasn't satisfied. He thought some more. There seemed to be something bigger and more spectacular.
The humies called it...
Uh.
Wetware?
Hey! I reckon using your own brain as wetware for your own mech would make it shoot wherever you wanted.
When the boss gets tired of fighting, let the wetware fight. When the wetware gets tired, wake the boss. Boss Boomblasta loves sleeping. He'll definitely like this.
"Big Mek, come help!"
"Uh, got any Weirdbosses left? Get over here! Everyone, get over here!"
The Battle Moon moved faster and faster. Nothing could stop its advance now. Some Ork warships began peeling away from the battlefield, following their faith.
The Orks on the moon's surface were frantically busy. As they hauled shells and repaired damage, they carried red paint around and slapped it everywhere. Before entering the Warp, they had painted the entire moon red.
Whose orders? Dunno. I reckon the boss'll like it.
The Deathskulls' influence was fading, and Evil Sunz thinking was returning.
The brain in the half of the head attached to the body was completely dead, but the other half, floating separately, was still alive. It was controlling the body.
Yet