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The Return of the Grot.
Grabnutz surveyed the scene before him, through the dense undergrowth he was using to cover his espionage. SkrooLooze was beside him, dribbling slightly as always. Five of Grabnutz' best ladz were with them. Being Orks, espionage was not their strongpoint, and in the ork cranium, there is no room for the distiction btween "quiet" and "riot". There is only "yelling" and the popular "DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA".
As it happened, the leader of Grabnutz' 'Ard boyz, Frump, was less-than-quietly sniggering at the Warbosses attempts to hide his huge form, despite not being in his usual clanking Mega-Armour. The local foliage was making most of the other boyz sneeze, which in turn made the rest laugh aloud anyway.
Fortunatley, the Orks remained unnoticed by the Black Templar party in the plain below them. The black armoured marines were preoccupied with a flailing Dreadnaught. Grabnutz winced at the sight of it, remembering all too well the events when last they met.
The dreadnaught was bringing its buisiness fist up to try to grab at something on its back. Several marines were aiming bolters at it, but unwilling to fire at the exposed engine of the behemoth. Several more armed with chainswords attempted to dislodge the What-ever-it-is but it evaded them, whether through skill or sheer coincidence. Then, audible to everyone (possibly exluding SkrooLooze, who was a trifle deaf), came a distinct high pitched sound that Grabnutz recognised instantly.
"You bu**erz brokes it! It tooks me agiz to clean dat you stoopid pri..."
"Dere 'ee is ladz!"Said Grabnutz, very unnescesarilly. They all knew it to be the lost Grot, Noggin, apparently upset about the distruction of Grabnutz' old armour.
Within ten minuites, Grabnutz was standing behind the ridge that seperated them from the plain, accompanied by all the boyz he thought would be enough for the job. SkrooLooze was bouncing extactically next to his own "Invenshonz", which he had spent the best part of the day teaching various misfortunate Orks how to use. Said unfortunates learnt only that dribble was not pleasent to have ones face covered in...
Grabnutz was once again in his armour, repaired by the Big Mek, with a new big gun attachment, which despite his misgivings toward the nutty Mek, he rather liked the look of. Two boyz now occupied the only Kans that SkrooLooze had found that still worked, and some Grotz were looking decidedly nervous next to some of SkrooLooze's "Home Made" Zzap guns. Frump was with his 'Ard Boyz, accompanying Grabnutz in the centre, his Power Klaw affixed to his left arm, and remarkably well hidden from the Mek's workshop, which Frump had put alot of effort into doing.
"Every Ork Ready?" Bellowed the Warboss.
"Righ'? C'mon then Ladz, AT THEM!"
"My Lord, they're back!"
Marshal Hallem turned to see dust rising over the ridge.
"There is no reply from our scouts Sir, we think they were ambushed"
"Damn it" intoned the leader.
"SPACE MARINES!" he said, now louder so that they all could hear him, "The Foul Orks are upon us, NOW LET US AVENGE OUR BROTHER CHAMPION! TO BATTLE"
Raising his Power Axe, Marshal Hallem led his marines forward.
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT. Hope those stinking beakies get it gud.......
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we'll see in the next episode (finally get to the battle!), but no Squig poo this time!
There may be a curious dilema between a Land Raider and SkrooLooze though...