The space hulk under GrimTeef’s command easily took the amount of punishment that the battle station could deliver, which was then boarded and commandeered by the orks. From the station, GrimTeef launched many Stompa forces, great clanking blitzkriegs spearheaded by TinBoys and hulking Dreadnoughts and Killer Kans. The outposts on the planet’s surface could not hold out against such heavy armor and the mindless metal ferocity of the robots and heavily-armored greenskins, and try as they might the outposts’ defenders were repeatedly destroyed or beaten back to other keeps.
In the wake of the defender’s retreat, GrimTeef’s orks would attack and occupy the various factories and mining complexes of Parcae Secundus. Once they were under ork control, the mining operations would be started again with the many slaves taken, and the factories quickly bashed and retro-fitted to accommodate the mass-production of TinBoys and dreadnoughts. Once the forces were large enough, the Stompa Klans would move out towards the nearest outpost and attack. Despite the reinforcements these outposts would gather from the defeat of their neighbors, the orks would devastate the defenses and storm into the cities and complexes.
It was not long before this world became a canker in Imperial space, with orks teeming and building on its surface. Because of the lack of Imperial resources in the area, the Imperial Guard could not break the defense of the orks, and all the chapters of the Adeptus Astartes were either too far away or too involved in other campaigns to lend their assistance. So Parcae Secundus fell to the control of the orks for years. The remote location of the world proved both a blessing and a curse – the orks were allowed to build and reinfoce their defenses, but once completed they had a great distance to travel before they could launch strikes against other worlds. Neighboring worlds were only hit sporadically, and it was theorized that the orks were planning a great mechanical waagh from Parcae Secundus. Once they had enough troops and armor and mechanicals created, their would be little to stop them once they left the planet.
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Magspanna rubbed the lump on the back of his skull and tried to adjust to the
light around him. Who the heck clubbed him, and where the zog was he? He was in
a small room, a mek's shack like the one he used to have. The burly mek jumped
down off the workbench he had been laid on and opened a squeaking door to the
source of the light.
Squinting into the light, Magspanna couldn't believe his eyes as he came into
the next room. It was a huge space, with dreadnoughts and kanz lining the
walls. Dozens of Meks were working here, toying with kontrapshuns, testing the
crushing strength of a Dread's klaw, or fine-tuningthe aim of big shoota
towards a very perforated target. Grots ran to and fro with buckets of screws
and oily rags clutched in their nimble fingers. One of the grots skidded to a
halt when he saw Magspanna standing in the doorway. The grot scurried over to
him with a big grin on his face.
"Oi der, MekBoss Magspanna!" the grot piped up. "Name's Bodjit. Come wit me if
ya would, me boss wants to speak witcha!"
Magspanna followed, and grots and Meks would glance up from what they were
working on to give a nod or a grunt towards him. "Dis is strange," thought
Magspanna, "it's like dey knows me already, but I don't know a single one of
dem..."
"'Ere we are den , MekBoss!" Magspanna looked up at the sound of Bodjit's
voice. "Dis 'ere's my mastah, TinBoss Iron'ard, and dis is allah our boss,
Warboss GrimTeef."
"Sorry 'bout dat clubbin' yer noggin' got der, Magspanna, but we needed ya fer
dis job, see?" GrimTeef spoke, his voice carrying easily over the noise in the
huge garage. "Once we'd heard dat yer bot won da TinBoy Warz on Charadon,
Iron'ard and I agreed that you were gunna work on our, uh, projekt 'ere wit us."
"And wut projekt would dat be?" Magspanna asked, both curious and wary.
"Warboss GrimTeef has grand planz fer a factory world da humie's call Par-say Sekunduz," TinBoss
Iron'ard growled. "We needs to konstruct da tuffest and stompiest TinBoyz
around so's we can krush da humie's there. We needs another TinBoss dat can
make da Tinboyz 'ard and stompy fer dis waagh. I knows dat I can do it, and we
think dat you can too."
"Dat's why we kidnap- er, brought ya here," GrimTeef said. "Wit both you and
Iron'ard working on my Tinboyz, da humie's on Par-say Sekunduz won't stand a
chance. But before we do dat, we needs to make sure you gots the know-wots fer
da job."
GrimTeef motioned over his shoulder to a huge tarp-covered shape. As he
motioned, Bodjit ripped the tarp off the shape, exposing the hugest TinBoy that
Magspanna had ever seen. It was partially constructed, but Magspanna could see
the potential beneath the red paint job and exposed wires.
"If you and Iron'ard can make this bot da tuffest around, den you gots a place
in my waagh. Enter it inna RobOrk Warz on Charadon and we'll see if it's got da
stuff er not."
Magspanna looked at GrimTeef and Iron'ard and smiled, his teef clearly showing.
"Dose udder meks won't know whut hit 'em, Boss."
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