The War of the Nazda system, Quick! The fightings about to begin! Options

[Fishhead Slackja...]

Alright lads, this isnt a competition, its a freindly game. Iv seen some of those other roleplayish games you have on the site, and the rules are too complex for me (ie, they make me think) There for, I will organise this thingy for any Mighty fluff master who just wants to have some fun. Start by posting an introduction to your character/s, then go wild! However, there are some rules that need to be discussed

The rules are:
1.Please use some form of out of character OOC for desperate, quick situations, aka, warning someone not to breach the rules, but serious amounts should be put in the seperate thread provided
2.You arent allowed to kill someone elses character without there permission. Strange but true, this way people will be able to stay in it for as long as they like, and this ties up wth my following rule...
3. No controlling other peoples characters. Now, this rule can sometimes be misunderstood. Because, given the nature of this, there must be some form of fighting, you are allowed to say "Warboss Fishhead Slackjaw Mcgee was thrown clear by So-and-so's earthshaker round". What you arnt allowed to do is say "Fishhead Slackjaw Mcgee looked to the sky to see the falling earth shaker round, hurtling towards him, and wet his pants because he is a weedy git"
4.No god moding. This rule is to, metaphorically speaking, stop cheese mongering. Given the nature of this game, some leeway must be given. You can win fights, just not to many in a row, and no instikilling whole armies with your warbosses battle cry, no vaporising planets, no taking out imperial titans by sneezing at them.
5. Aliances are allowed, so Fishhead Slackjaw Mcgee and So-and-so can team up to bash some umies, but do remember the other rules
6.your character can be anyone. Warboss, skipping narators throught your warband, slugga boyz, even skumgrods. However, it is advised that you only invent as many characters as you can maintain
7.Its never to late to enter (Unless of course that would result in threadomancy)
8. Please remember people, were all in it for fun. Remember the WAAAGHS rules as well as these ones.
9. Please use proper punctuation and spelling as much as you can. Little mistakes will be over looked, but if you dont use punctuation properly then noone can read what you say
10. When entering the game, please PM me your characters name, and any places you would like mentioned

Right, The Nazda system is a big one, full of very different worlds. So, you guys can make them up as you go along! I will list them here, along whith whos controlling them, just for handy reference

Places and Whos controlling them
Da FSM Waaagh Kommand a space hulk in posession of Fishhead Slackjaw Mcgee
Skerik, a moon sized planet in posession of Lord Setnekhem
Palvai, a planet, In the hands of Govener General Oren Mcjohnson currently being contested
Hade's, a volcano world controlled by Hive fleet Manticore currently being contested
Da Outkast, a space hulk owned by Warboss Mordeth
Warboss Jerk-o Face's Hulk, The motha load, controlled by Warboss Jerk-o Face
Chaos base, in the manufactorum city, on palvai, controlled by Selatine
Manufactorum city, on palvai, Owned by Fishhead Slackjaw Mcgee
Fishhead Fort, on palvai, owned by fishhead slackjaw Mcgee Undead orks!!!
Da HEAP, a poorly constructed space hulk, controlled by Junklord Gorosh
Fishheadz manufactorum base, on palvai, owned by Fishhead Slackjaw Mcgee
Nurgle Base, Palvai, a heavily fortified city, occupied by Magnumus the Vile Target Aquired!


Entrant and Character
Fishhead Slackjaw Mcgee, as Warlord Fishead Slackjaw Mcgee
Zugga neksnappa, as Warboss Zugga Neksnappa
Tin'ead Jack (my brother) as Lord Setnekhem
Morded as Mordeth, Da smart git and/or a grot,
Warlord Nazdreg as Warboss Jerk-o Face
Nazmek Kanshuuva as Big Mek Nazmek Kanshuuva and Warboss Grimbad Grotkikka da Klinically Insane
Farseer Ziar as Farseer Ziar
Junklord Gorosh, as Junklord Gorosh
Nurgle Reaper, as Magnumus the Vile
warlord Nazdreg as Big Mek Fix Em Up Good
leadbelcher as Captain Gregor Rackhart
Characters everyone can use:
Sorcerer Cleos
govener General Oren Mcjohnson
Chaos Mistress Selatine
Hive Fleet Manticore (Space bound, no longer a significant threat.)
Force Comander Narcissus (Missing, presumed krumped)
Zombies
Orkoid zombies

Happy Krumping!

[Fishhead Slackja...]

Da Big Fish floated through space. Big, was an understatement. Huge, Immence, gigantous, Titanic, all these words would have been much more apropriate for the space hulk, but Fishhead didnt know any of those words. His Spacehulk was the size of a small planet; that was all he cared about. Its shape had grown decidedly round of late, although there were still large lumps, made by space ships he had picked up along the way. He was always doing that, taking useful, metal rich asteroids, inconveniant moons and the occasional drifting, abandoned (hopefully) spaceship, and adding them to his decidedly large amalgamation of rock and metal. However, much to his dismay, Fishhead would not be using Da Big Fish in his latest Krusade; only a section of it. He would not risk taking his centre of comand over his empire away from, well, his empire. He had left his most loyal nob in charge in his absence, and drifted through space in the smaller hulk, the FSM Waaagh Komand. It was armed with the best, most sophisticated traktor beam weaponry teef could by, and was already growing larger as Fishhead had stopped it to "graze" on a local asteroid belt. He hoped that it would become much larger, and be able to be a back up to Da Big Fish in the possibility of its destructon.


And So, the FSM Waaagh komand drfted towards the Nazda system, hoping to bring the message of Da Greata Good, expanding Fishheads empire and giving the boyz the fight of there lives. A long time ago, Fishhead lost his brain in a firefight, and the Painboss, Dokta owse, replaced it with a tau brain. Fishhead then began to receive dreams from Gork and Mork, talking about how the universe was broke, and how Fishhead had to fix it. Soon, Fishhead became warboss, and the emenations from his WAAAGH force infected the boyz, making them receive dreams too. And thus the Fishheadian Empire began. The Greata good was very different from the Greater good; it involved fighting, killing, looting and plundering, but only in self defence or when challenged. Many Warbosses called Fishhead weedy for this, but he didnt care; an insult was as good as a challenge!

[morded]

(ooc) sorry theses questions seem quite dumb to me but there as some things i dont fully understand.
Is this a purely fluff based game?
How does it work?
Are we just writing up stories or will there be eventual interactions / influences from an external sources (will there be fluff themes/ situations where some of the characters/ minions under the characters control have to work together?)
Is there going to be a GM type git who will influence the game? or do we take control of our own individual game?
how do other races/ skumgrods enter into the scene? do we write them in idividually or are they already determined who the enemys are?

sorry for posting so many questions its just that im not sure where to start if i am to submit/ design a character/characters for this game.

[Fishhead Slackja...]

((Nanana, questions are encouraged.
Yes, it is purely fluff based. There will be no rolling of dice
It works by people just taking turns to lay down a section of fluff, using the same storyline and plot, so that we might end up with a huge story with lots of individual writers, possibly to put in the WAAAGH magazine, but mostly for fun
The situations are completely under the control of the people who a wrighting them, but i naturally assume that many will involve fghting, qute probaly between all "Human" controlled characters
You have near absolute control, but you have to make your story work with the rest of the posts. It will take teamwork and creativity, something abounding in the waaagh
For other skumgrods, you can either make them you main character, or a side character, or just wright them into your posts (aka, Fishhead Slackjaw Mcgee's arch nemisis, the Necron lord Sehtnehkem, aproached out of the fog)) If people want, they can ask you in ooc whether you will let them take over one of your skumgrods.

Its alright, you can ask as many questions as you like ))

[Zogmagog]

I'm in. I love these things. My only suggestion so far is that you keep two separate threads on just for story posts and another for discussion and questions. That way somebody can find the story and just read straight through without hopping over comments and such.

[Fishhead Slackja...]

((Good idea! Ill do that!))

[Zugga neksnappa]

((count me in.))
Zugga surveyed his forces. The waaagh was shaping up nicely. The city they took last week had filled their ammo hoppers and replenished their prothimium. As soon as they had enough materials they would leave this 'umie world and report back to Drak. Drak was an ork world, ruled by Arch-diktator, ruler uv da kosmos, empera of orks Warlord Gargdreg. Zugga had been charged and payed lotz of 'ords of lots of teef for this raid. And when he got back. he was going to over throw the fat slob. he would rather sit on a bench and eat and watch gladiator fights than get to a proppa krumping. that is if every thing went according to plan.

[Fishhead Slackja...]

Relaxing in his custom made squig leather "'appy arse" throne, Fishhead watched over a view screen as some of the boyz had a squig fighting competition. As usual, Big 'arry was beating 'uge leatherface sencless with a clever combination of kicks, an unusual fighting method for a Squig. Fishhead would have to investigate further. But then again, maybe not. The warboss looked up happily as a small hoard of service grots brought him his favorite food; Roast carnifex. The huge beast sat there on a platter, with a large purple fruit jammed in its lifeless mouth. Ha, this was a meal for the proppa. Its huge carapace was completely unmarred; Fishheads boyz had made planet fall recently, caught the beast alive, then boiled it in a similar manner for the bosses eating pleasure. The boiling process destroyed the lovely colours of the beast, turning it bright red, so Fishhead had its bony crest removed before the cooking process, and hung it on the wall, next to many others. Ah. It seemed that there was a new hive fleet attacking the Nazda system, one da boyz hadnt met before. Ah well, thought fishhead, Driving his powerclaw into the beast and pulling out a large chunk of grey flesh. Thall be a bonus to the expedition.
Now about that Zugga necksnapper. Fishhead had heard he was a powerful warboss, well capable of challenging the forces that fishhead had brung. Its a good thing he left plenty at home, by the looks of things all of these boyz were gonna be skarboyz and nobz by the time the FIshheads actually got to settling down. Which was good, cause some of the locals would probaly object to the idea of Da greata good. But now, back to Zugga. Employed especially by Gargdreg, that fat oaf, Fishhead had no respect for that one. He had a good suspicion that Zugga was much bigger than that old pile of walruss. Fishhead had a good mind to make a sofa out of that one. But no, currently his Empire was bigger than fishheadz, a fact often sent to him by various Tellyporta sources. Still, Fishhead had a plan.

He wandered down through the ship, into one of the bigger sections.
"Dokta Owse." The huge, metalic warboss cried out.
"Yeah? Whats up you great lump of flab?" Dokta owse was the only Ork who ever dared insult the warboss, being his close freind and most loyal advisor. As usual, his voice was entirely unorky, due to the large amounts of pills he took.
"You watch ya pill poppin' git. 'ave you sooped up da special suprise?"
the good dokta smiled, as an earthshattering roar emenated from behind a metal clad door. There were a great many lumps and dings in it, presumably from whatever was inside.
"Oh yes. All my best cybotics have been utilised. Every stimmie, every upgrade, every weapon. The big fellow is ready to rumble on the word go."
"Proppa. We land wifin da week! Zugga 'as a sporeday present a commin to im!"

[Tin'ead Jack]

((Hey, count me in! Lord Setnekhem awaits you, bruva! So that you know, I'm the BROTHER of the MIGHTY Fishhead Slackjaw Mcgee. ))

Necron Lord Setnekhem was stalking the halls of Estoc Prime. The great Methane-rich wasteland planet had been thoroughly catacombed by his warriors, until it was more of a sub-terranean craftworld than planet. And, at the centre of the planet... That was where Lord Setnekhem was going now. Deep, deep into the catacombs, past many forcefields and through many of the labyrinthine wards and halls of the planet. He could be at the door of his destination instantaneously with the powers of his Great Staff, but he was procrastinating. Not a usual feature of any necron, but these necrons were... special.

Finally he reached his destination. He stopped at a heavy metal door interlaced with invisible and deadly forcefields. He raised his Staff, and slowly the door creaked open. As soon as there was a slim gap, Setnekhem strode through, the great seal slamming shut behind him.

The room beyond was almost empty. The bare, black walls loomed ominously, the only light came from a semi-transparent violet shape in the centre of the room. It was shaped like a shower cubicle, and there was a great pillar of energy striking down, from the roof to the ground below. And within the cubicle... The necron lord, in a voice like a vox system with bad reception; "Greetings Maelstrom." There stood a Star God, one of the C'Tan. There was a fifth remaining, the Maelstrom, brought to its knees by the necrons of Estoc Prime. However it remembered other days...

~

The Necrontyr of the Palace Irambis were easy to convince to join the ranks of the Necrons. However, the Maelstrom had plans. A conniving god, he planned to give them new bodies and lead them against his brothers. However, he needed the upper hand. He left within them much of their sentience, yet removed their fear, their sentimentality, their humanity. He gave them a fierce, raw logic, and this would be their beacon for their decisions. However, all did not go well. When the time was drawing near to raise the Necrons, but not quite here, he brought them up early. And, with the whole army before him, his Necrodermis was eradicated. Thousands of blasts of gauss weaponry pounded at his corporeal body, shredding it to sub-atomic level. Lord Setnekhem rose up and held out his Great Staff, and forged the Violet Prism, containing most of the entity that was the Maelstrom, but some escaped... The Malevolent Prescence hung over their armies to this day...

~

"Greetings Maelstrom." Setnekhem bowed his head in deep respect. Although the Maelstrom was in his captivity now, there was still a great deal of respect there.
With a voice like white-hot honey, the Maelstrom spoke. "Greetings Setnekhem. I am pleased that I have visitors. It has been so long..."
"We are about to begin a great crusade. There are forces at work that require our attention."
"Ah, would this be a matter of the Children of the ? Or the Unforgiven? Perhaps a purge against the Slaves of the Warp?" The Maelstrom knew much of the necrons of Estoc Prime's dealings even withought conference. With their sentience still intact, they required a purpose in this universe. With their scrap sense of compassion and strong logic, they devoted themselves to many different purposes. There were the dying panzee, a race worthy of survival. The cause of the Dark Angels and their hunt for the Fallen was also worthy of consideration. The pollution of Chaos into the galaxy was a great stain that had to be eradicated. For these purposes the Necrons of Estoc Prime would sometimes appear out of nowhere in battle, to assist their cause.
"No, Maelstrom. This concerns the Krork."
"The Krork! Why should we meddle with them! I believe they are still barbaric to this day."
"Indeed Maelstrom. However, there is a new force among them, a disturbance in the Waaagh. A Warlord Fishhead Slackjaw Mcgee..."

Days later, upon an uninhabited planet by the name of Skerik was visited by the Necrons of Estoc Prime. It was very, very hot (hot enough to give an 'umie sunburn in fifteen minutes!) and its surface was of bare rock, with great cracks and canyons all coursing over. It was the closest to the sun in this system, and quite small. Not large enough for any but the smallest battleships to land on. In fact, the only thing stopping it being called a moon (for that is abouth the correct size) is that the only gravitational field working upon it was the sun's. Before long, there was a monolith link set up. The Crusade of the Nazda System could begin!

[Zugga neksnappa]

The sun rose as the sleeping orks lay around burned out fires. the sounds of drunken brawling could still be heard through the thin walls of "bossez 'ed pub" the first building to go up in Zuggas camp. "Oi youze louzy gitz. WAKEUP!" The huge ork screamed at the top of his lungs,"Weez got sum krumpin ta do!" the boyz, or atleast the sober ones, answered him with a gigantic WAAAGH! over the next hill, several platoons of imperial Planetary defense forces, lay in wait for the slaughter to come. "boss!" the trukka Nob Wuzdef ran over and between sleeping orks as fast as he could. he was badly hurt, and had only come back to warn Zugga, "Oomanz, ova da next hill. an annuver fing Fish'edz jus landed" "FISHEADZ I can't deal wif umies an bugz AN fisheadz"
"no boss, itz Fish'ead slakjaw. da ork wot god bonked in da 'ed and now is all for da 'greena good'
"dat az bad az real fishedz ya git." the boss raized his power klaw, and brought it down on Wuzdefs head.
"woi youze runnin anyway, YA 'ERE DAT BOYZ LETZ GO STOMP SOME 'UMIEZ!!!, well wory about dat git fish 'ed later"

[Fishhead Slackja...]

The small landing paty Fishhead had sent (crashing down in a section of space hulk) finished setting up the tellyporta beacon, a huge, flashy item shaped like a huge circular door with a ripply green bit in the middle. It was Fishhead kustom made, and relied on the power of the waaagh to operate, which meant that if a planet was completely lost to his orks, whatever got them couldnt get through. Fishhead was the first to step through, followed closely by Dokta owse and his Kasualties, possibly the most sophisticated (in technology) cyborks in the universe. Fishheads one eye wurred and buzzed as it gave him his Recon's report. If those Kroot were useful for anything, this was it, he grinned.

Palvai, medium sized, inhabitable world. Gravity sligthly more than that on DBF, plenty of water and fresh meat. Mineral wealth; Medium high. Ruled by Govener General Oren Mcjohnson, a harsh dictator in want of the green revenge. Reports indicate that Zugga Neksnappa has a good waaagh behind him, and a quickly set up base of opperations.

Got to go, I see some sort of large parrot...Im in want of some winged babies.

Fishhead chuckled at the last part. He then began screaming orders on the set up of his Fort. The section of Space hulk was to be given foundation, there was to be a wall, fresh water...



The Shaper and his Kindred followed the little multicoloured bird through the low scrub, keeping all sences homed in on it. Which might have been the reason they didnt detect the contingent of G.ardsmen that crept up behind them, then opened with full lasgun fire.
They took the corpses to a Xenos Biologer, who identnified them as Kroot, but he couldnt understand one particular tatoo that was on the top of there right arms, so he sent pictures of it to the ordos Xenos out post on his planet. They then sent a direct message to Govener General Oren Mcjohnson, a large, fat lazy man, well comforable in his position. He recieved the message while eating one of the birds that the Kroot had been hunting, and dropped a leg on his clean robes. He was under attack by not one, but two WAAAGHs, from the Feared Zugga neksnappa, and the mighty Emporer Warlord Fishhead Slackjaw Mcgee.
"Emporers will! What should i do, what should i do!" he babbled incoherently. His arch advisor crept up to him, put his arms around his neck and wispere soothingly.
"Everything will be alrght mylord, there are more than a thousand fold people between you and the orks! The G.uardsmen will deal with this long before you have to. Have some more Peacock."
"yes, yes...thats right." The Govener slobbered heavily on the bird, ripping flesh from bone.

Back in his chamber, arch advisor Cleos scrunched up his face. The room was so dull, so colourless, so quiet so prudent. The only colour came from a small crystal orb, hidden in the closet. Cleos took up this ball, and marveled at its changing colours, the small face shaps that often emerged from the anarchy whithin, and the small sounds of moans and screams, some of ecstacy and others of pain. And then a face emerged from the miasma, clear and well defined, the pace was pale and smooth, beutiful to the point of angelic. Chaos Mistress Selatine smiled seductivly at Cleos, and he mimicked the face.
"The fat slob grows closer to us everyday. The lord of Depravity wispers great things to me."
The chaos mistress smiled back.
"She wispers to me also" replied the Chaos "Wispers...wonderful things. The planet shall be mine, and a great number of followers shall be risen to his cause."
Cleos grimaced.
"there is the matter of the orks. It seems that ANOTHER waaagh is due to attack this planet."
"Oh, those horrible greenskins. They no nought of sensuality, of pleasure in anything but battle and drinking. Why were they made so vulgar, they are ugly, rank beasts."
"Such a shame they reproduce through spores, maybe otherwise we would be able to convert them. Oh, and such big muscles."
The Chaos mistress smiled again, then gave a short laugh.
"Slaanesh has better tastes then that i suppose."

[Zugga neksnappa]

"Oi you kommandoz, take yer lot around to da side. you! trukkaz go to da uvver side. Mekz git da lobbaz ta start firein. BOYZ!!! WHAT IZ WE GONNA DO?"
the entire assembled force cried out at the top of dere lungz " WEZ GONNA WAAAGH!!!"
the green wave moved forward as if it was one beast. as they neared the forest at the top of the hill, battle tank shells and lazgun fire ripped though the front line. but Zugga and his hand picked skar boyz made it to the battle just after the trukkaz and kommandoz."


Later

in the after math of the battle, the Zugga decided that those were some shoddy taktiks. there were to many tanks, and he should have let the lobbas soften the cover first. he had massive casualtys. But not so massive as the imprials. early in the battle the kommandoz kidnapped the ranking officer, and Zugga was going to find out what he could. He walked in to the shack where the officer was being held.
"Soooo, youze da weedy git whats been commandin da umies round ere"
all the officer could do was shake in fright
"youze gonna tell me what ya seen and what ya 'erd an where da neerest city iz"
the large ork dropped his klaw, for fear of killing the officer before geting the info. and put a large greasy hand around his neck.
"an youze gonna tell me now"
"erlier... we killed some kroot"
"bird boyz, that git fish 'ed must be 'ere personally"
"yes, fish head, he made planet fall today"
"I Knowz that, wheres da neerest city"
" to the east"
"tank ya lotz"
and the ork quickly snapped his neck.
Zugga grabed a passing grot and told him to find the kommandoz and to get them to sneek him into fish'eds camp, for an "audience"

((ooc: i don't know how you want to deal with this, but he's basically going to sneak in and get fish'ead at point blank range for "negotiations" he cant take on fish head in one on one close quarters because of no mega armor.

[Fishhead Slackja...]

Fishhead looked around his fort, and laughed at how quickly things seemed to be launching up. He wandered throught the fort, down into the bowles of it, and crooned towards "Da special pakage".
"Ah, poor baby." Fishhead had fed it a commisar earlier that morning, and it didnt seem to be agreeing with "Da special pakage". His motherly sayings were met be a bout of flame and a roar, splitting the old warlords face into a huge grin.
He wandered a bit further, down into munitions, were a thousand meks and even more grots were clanking around and building, kustomizing and manufacturing all manner of vehicle, weapon, ammunition and also quite a bit of experimental work. The warboss smiled, but then he began to hear shots from sluggas and screaming from above. This wouldnt be to unusual, but the occasional shout of "DOUBLE TIME!" and other blood axe sounding items worried Fishhead. He ran as fast as he could (in mega armour) up to the surface, knocking assunder all manner of things and causing much chaos.
"Ok, whats goin on 'ere?"
He looked over to the middle of a dusty area, were a group of elite komandos were fighting off his boyz, who were crazily flinging themselves at the sneaky gits.
"Ah. Summa Zugga's boyz. Alright, let em go boyz. Weze gonna 'ave a nice little talk, aint we?" And then he gave a smile reminicent of a Shark handing out explanitory pamphlets about his religion

[Zugga neksnappa]

"Gerrof ya louzy git"
Zugga threw the ork off of him and into and advancing mob, knocking several off their feet.
"FISH 'EAD CALL OFF YER GITZ"
the orks receded to a circle around the kommandoz and boss.
"Look, I didn come 'ere ta fight, i attacked some 'umies and dey 'ad more boyz and ded ard trukks den i thot, I got lotz a skrap, but not so many boyz, give me some boyz, an ill give ya wot skrap ya wont. an if ya decides not ta, i gave ordaz ta send a message bak ta Gargdreg, i don like im but 'e likes me fer some reason, yell hav a lot ta deal wif den."
The ork stared long and hard at the mechanical face of his captor, unable to read his expression. there was a murmering about the crowd...

[Fishhead Slackja...]

"Oright boyz, give ; im some air. Dont suppose i could convince ya ta join da greata good? Nup? Didnt fink so. Anyway, skrap is real nice, so i guess you and whateva da 'ells left of ya boyz can come along wif us. Wese gots some people ta liberate, som dicktators ta krump and then wese gonna chow down on some nidz dat is commin down real fast on dis system. well get ya back on ya feet, good enemies is 'ard ta find. Good allies is even 'arder!" He grinned widely, then walked over to Zugga. After a quick apraisal, it seemed that they were roughly the same size, minus Fishheadz armour and upgrades.
"I saws ya googlin me shiny bits. If ya want, ill get Dokta owse ta fix you and ya boyz up real nice, at a discout rate, 'ow about dat?" He ginned widely, but on the inside he was a little disapointed.
"Oh, and ize got somethin real flash ta show ya..."

[Zugga neksnappa]

"Skip da fancy bits, i trust my own 'ands better dan any smog belcher yer meks can build, but a few uv me skar boyz got mashed pretty bad, yer "dokter" might wan't ta see dem. Now let me kall my boyz an we'll have ourselvz a proppa big waaagh. now whazzis flash yer tokin bout."

with that, the ork raised an over sized pistol to the air and shot a bright green flare up, getting oohs and aahs from the crowd

[Fishhead Slackja...]

Fishhead watched as the green flare shot into the air. Ive got to get myself one of those, he thought.
"Come this way my freind. Ive got somethin luverly ta show ya."

The mega amoured Warboss led the not mega armoured Warboss down into the depths of the fortress, occasionally stopping to give an order or show off something. Along the way, he told the good Dokta the news of Zugga's misfortune, to which the crazy painboss leapt for joy, gathered a small hoard of gretchin, gubbinz and his loyal cybork assistants, some trainee docs and lots of sharp things to go fix (and upgrade) as many fallen orks as he could lay his hands on.
They finally reached the bottom of the fortress, where fishhead grinned and turned to zugga
"Brace yaself!"
He then slammed a big red button, and a large, circular, barred hole lay on the floor. Out of the floor came a burst of flame. During these moments of light was iluminated A huge, bipedal squiggoth, as big as a gargant. It stood on its back legs, and had two long front arms ending in huge claws. All over its body were all sorts of gubbinz and weapons, and its long tail ended in a huge mace.
"LOOKIT!! SQUIGZILLA!!! or as i like ta call 'er, Squiggy muffin." And he grinned that grin again

[Zugga neksnappa]

"What tha zog, where da 'ell did dat come from!"
Zugga marveled at the creatures size.
"an what are you gonna do wif it"

BACK AT DA KAMP
"Oi dats da green light, dat meenz he made a deal wif fish ead, lets go an bring da bitz!"
A particularly large nob said.

At da ooman city
"Govener" an aid walked up to the man as he walked towards his chambers "the orks seem to have made an alliance"

[Fishhead Slackja...]

"Yup. I ad 'er speshiolly bred. Its what 'appens when nids eat to many squigz, dat is. I held a 'ive ship up f'r a while, it was ascared ta move so it began to eat dis planet. But dat planet was a SQUIGERY WORLD! now, i iz lamentin my squigz, but den i hears about 'ow da nidz is evolvin in wierd wayz, and i fought, dis aint good, so i starts bomin da world, den da ship, so dat deres nuffin left but crunchy deepfried bug, yeah? then i makes planet fall wif da boyz for a buffet, when all o' sudden a 'uge fella like dis one jumps out and is eating up me boyz! Course, we shots it, but after a while da spores of da beast was allova da place, and more grew. SO we lost da world, but den i was finkin, DATS A BLOODY UGE SQUIG! so ize nicks one, gives it ova to da good dokta and 'ere she is now. Ive got plenty more where dat came from! One sore spot is i dont 'ave any squig tamers dat will be able ta break it, an we ran out of dopes so we cant wire in a weirdboy and da doks brain control fings dont work on it, so i fought we could just drop it on an umie city, let it rampage and 'ope it dont come out an kill us. But id rather control it some'ow." He grunted and stared disgruntled into the pit.


Back at da fort

"Oi! Deres Zuggas boyz! OI! whats dat Behind ya! now quick, whille dey aint lookin, unleash da explanatory pamflet grots!"

at da umie city

"BUGGER!!!"
"Its alright my lord, everying is alrght...."

[Tin'ead Jack]

Setnekhem passed personally through the monolith warp. Even before the crackle of green lightning had finished, he was calling out, “Khufu! Ramses! Daedalus! Icarus!” His voice resounded unnaturally. With deadly silence the captain of his personal guard, the wraith Khufu, was rising up out of the ground.
“Lord Setnekhem. What is it that you require?” His voice sounded decidedly snakelike.
“How does the terra-forming fare?” Lord Setnekhem felt a judder beneath his feet.
“Very well. This planet was a good choice.” Indeed it was. Not only was it highly undesirable so it was unlikely to be invaded, it was far too small for any large forces to land upon. Conversely with a constant monolith link, the Necrons themselves had a highly defensible position. However Setnekhem was wary to tell even his most inner circle exactly who made such a wise decision. Setnekhem nodded, and waited for the others.

Before Icarus and Daedalus could be seen, they could be heard. The low hum of Heavy Destroyer platforms resounded. Daedalus and Icarus, unlike their namesakes in ancient Greek mythology, were not father and son, although sometimes it seemed that way. No, they were master and apprentice. Daedalus was a good teacher, experienced, and the transformation into necrons did not stop this. However, something happened to Icarus in the transferral, and now he was just slightly… rebellious.
“Setnekhem. What have you called me from my duties for?”
“Icarus, we must confer, the five of us. Now, we wait for Ramses.” Not being able to float through solid objects and not mounted upon a floating platform, Ramses took longer than the others to appear. So it was some time before he appeared. However, it did happen eventually.
“I am most sorry milord.”
“That is of little importance. Now, we must discuss war.” A small grin found it’s way onto Icarus’ face, but this was ignored. “It has been decided that we shall attack the secondary detected Waaagh in this region: one Zugga Neksnappa. Here is the plan…”

After much conversation, involving sound strategic advice from Khufu, small but worthwhile comments from Ramses, geographical discretion from Daedalus and a comment, usually derogatory, occasionally containing gems of insight from Icarus, a general battle plan was decided. So, preparations began.