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Grid X=5654 Y=2235 Z=234
40 Light-Years from Sch'Naggio

It was the first official military operation outside of Sch'Naggio space. Several of the other planets were being colonized or terraformed. The Drow Empire was thriving after Alyae's treaty, and the Drow had found a system on their way to their new homeworld that had not been previously explored. Because of more pressing matters, they didn't take the time to scan the planet, as Sch'Naggio had already been discovered by the Drow and was perfect for them. But Hatchavin's curiosity could not be satisfied, though, now that he was once again the commander of a fleet. He sent a small task force to do scientific research on the system.

Their results were astounding. They had discovered an entire new sentient species on the fourth and third planets. The use of nuclear weapons suggested the planets were at war with one another. The Scout ships, fully cloaked, orbited the planet and scanned the planet, learning everything they could about it. But these weren't the Drow's newest cloaking devices, and a small Surface-To-Orbit/Surface missile was fired into the sky, intended to fly across the planet and obliterate an enemy's military base to cause a war. But the warhead detonated prematurely, wiping out the cloaking device and overloading many of the systems on the science ship, and it plummeted to the planet. The other ship warped back to Sch'Naggio with a report on what had taken place.

Planetside

The ship had crashed, but the pilots were able to crash-land the vessel safely, especially when the Techs were able to restore shields. They knew the residents of the planets could scan them, and they were obviously a warlike species. But these Drow were simply too terrified to go out and find them. They were lightly armed and didn't want to risk any more people than they already had lost. The techs were able to salvage several Perimeter Defense turrets and set up a perimeter around the ship. The turrets had powerful guns on them, but their armor left something to be desired, which was compensated for by stripping what was salvagable from the ship. Each of the crew members was fully trained to be warriors, as all Drow were, civilian or otherwise, and so they were ready for anything that came their way. When there finally was an attack, they smiled.
"They're ORCS!" one of the Marines that were sent with them exclaimed, looking through his weapon's scope. It was true. A small force of Orcs was rushing towards their perimeter. The Drow had enslaved Orcs that had the misfortune of crossing their path on their home plane, and the Orcs were easily dispatched in combat. The marine fired a shot, which caused one Orc to spurt blood from its side. Despite the gunshot, it kept charging, but a few more bursts laid the beast to rest. The rest of the Drow and the turrets opened fire, causing the Orcs to fall by the dozens. By the first reload, most of the Orcs laid dead.
"We got shot down by THEM?" one Marine asked, rather surprised at the Orc's weakness and ease of death.
"They've probably been here as long as we have," one of teh Wizard-Scholars explained, "Probably spawned here like we spawned at Earth four hundred years ago."
The marine nodded, understanding. What none of them knew was that these Orcs were not their own Orcs. They were called the same name by a different spelling. They were more brutal than their Faerunian cousins.

They were Orks.

Clan Smashalottastuff's main settlement

Warboss Smashalottastuff inherited his clan from his Spore-Father, the Ork that spread his spores about and raised him. Which naturally he had killed him and took his armor. Smashalottastuff, or Smashy, was always bigger than the other Orklings, and therefore, was always a leader. He was "Really big an' tuff, just loik 'is ole man!" as his father constantly bragged. Parenthood was very rare in Ork culture, almost unheard of, in fact, but Warboss Chopalottastuff, or Choppy, wanted to pass all his knowledge onto his heir, and so when his latest Spore turned out to be the biggest in the generation, he was proud to call it his son, naming him in an old family tradition, started by his grandfather, Breakalottastuff, or Breaky. Orks aren't known for their intelligence or originality.

Across the sea, Warboss Smashy had heard of an Ork Clan that was taking to teh seas instead of the skies. He wanted to see this for himself, and bought a few Long-Range missiles to piss off the Naval-faring Clan, Clan Burnitalldown, and wage war against them and capture their ships for his own use. But he was told that his first missile didn't work, but then they soon spotted a strange ship in orbit. Just for the hell of it, they used a second missile to down the damaged ship. Then Warboss Smashalottastuff ordered his Choppa Boyz to bring in any survivors, if possible. When he learned that his Choppa Boyz were all killed, he wasn't surprised, now was he angry.

He still ate the Grot that told him.

"So wot weez gunna do now, Boss?" one of his Nob Lieutenants asked, not even flinching at the fact that his boss just cannablized the Grot. Smashy laughed.
"Weez gunna do the only thing thaht an Ork can do! We gunna go out and have us a WAAAGH on dem alieums!"
This was met with a cheer from the Nobs, who went out and collected their Boyz. They left a part of their force to defend the settlement, as Smashy did not want to lose his clan to a surprise attack. Those who were going, though, were more than happy to go out and have a WAAAGH!

The Drow Ship
"L' Chathen d' Lolth orn elgg dos lu' dosst vesdrac!"
And with these words, Orks fell by the dozen as the unholy fires of Lolth were brought down apon the rushing Orks. The turrets kept firing, but the Orks were coming faster than the techs could reload the guns,a nd eventually the turrret perimeter fell, but only after hundreds of Clan Smashalottastuff's boyz were slaughtered by the Drow. The Drow Elves were graceful and deadly when it finally came down to hand-to-hand combat, slicing through the Orkish ranks. It seemed that they would fight their last battle if orbital artillery hadn't blown apart Warboss Smashalottastuff. Hundreds of Drow Marines appeared in the field, with plenty of ammo to go around amongst them, and began to tear apart the Orks. The Orks, after losing their beloved leader and so many of their fellows, began to flee. Even in the retreat, the Orks were still gunned down by the Drow Marines.
"Thank the Spider Queen you're here," the priestess said, pulling a Grot knife out of her arm, "We thought those Orks would be the last of us."
"Can't have Orcs besting Drow, now can we?" a rather large Drow (Which isn't saying much) replied, "Come, we've orders. Get what you can out of the ship and then blow it up. We don't know if these things have interstellar technology or if they're just occupying two planets with primitive spacecraft. Either way, the Drow are to have some fun this day."

Formerly Clan Smashalottastuff's main settlement

The Nob lieutenants and the other rather large Orks were 'conversing' on what in the world they should do now, which of course meant beating each other to bloody pulps. They were bested by aliens and lost their (Somewhat) beloved leader in the fight and now needed a new Warboss to lead them into battle. He had no heir big enough toclaim leadership and nor had he trained one. Axer was the biggest Nob in the lot, but they had been led by a descendant of the same line for several years. What to do, what to do...

"EXCUSE ME!" a small, squeaky voice rang out. A single, but rather large, Grot stood in the doorway of the WAAAGH Council room.
"Wot do YOU want, Grot?" Axer spat. The Gretchin wiped the saliva off of his chest.
"We've been led by the same family line for how many generations, yes?" he asked. Nobody exactly knew how long the -alottastuff line had gone, but they knew it was undoubtably been a long time. They all nodded.
"Well, we should keep it that way, then!" the Grot excalimed.
"But Smahshy never 'ad an heir! It's time we made a new dynasty!" Axer exclaimed.
"No," the Grot exclaimed, "but this is the time for change. We are up against a foe that's smarter then we be. We needs someone who can outthink them, someone who can lead our boyz into victory through both wits AND power!"
"And 'oo would THAT be?" Axer asked.
"Me," the Grot said, "I'm one of Smashy's spore-sons. Buildalottastuff. And if we can beat deez alieums, we'd be the biggest, baddest Ork Clan on teh whole damn planet!"
Axer and the other Orks laughed.
"You think we'd let a GROT lead a Clan of ORKS?" Axer laughed. He raised his fist high and readied to smash Buildy, but Buildy was faster and dodged it.
"We measure power by experience and battles," Buildy said. Axer smashed at him again.
"I've been in every battle since I was big enough to hold a knife!" Buildy squeaked.
"WHERE'S YEHR SLAVER?" one Nob screamed, slashing at him whilst he was jumping into the air to dodge another swing. The Nob pulled out his gun and fired, but missed, and blew a part another Nob. Buildy jumped onto the Nob that shot at him and stabbed him in the eye.
"I've seen more battles than any one of you!" Buildy shouted. Axer stopped.
"You're roight!" he said, stopping in his tracks. He turned to the Nobs and signaled them to stop, "You have."
Buildy nodded.
"And I can lead our forces to beat these strange alieums."
Axer shook his head.
"But da Boyz won't accept a Grot as dehyr leadah," he said. Buildy nodded.
"I knowz. Dat's why you're gunna be dah new Warboss, Axer. Axalottastuff, but only in name. I'll make da decisions, and you'll be da bestest Warboss Ever!"
Axer thought for a moment. He turned to the Nobs and smiled. He raised his Kustum Shootah and gunned them all down.
"Oi'ght. You gotchaself a deal, big bruddah!"

Mage-Crusher II
"Grand Fleet Admiral Hatchavin Melith. I'm honored," the priestess said, bowing. Hatchavin almost burst out in laughter. A priestess? Bowing to him? Well, after speaking to the Spider Queen the way he did and NOT getting smited by her awesome power was no easy feat, even for the First Matron Mother of the city. They all knew Lolth wasn't thrilled with the new monarchy, but respected her children's wishes. It had served her purposes well. The Spider Queen liked diversity, and this wasn't exactly what she thought of diversity, but the raw power teh Drow had held over the years had finally reached her, making her strong enough to establish more than the Drows' simple prayers. Someday, Hatchavin knew, Lolth would bea diety of two realms. Apon this day, the power of the Drow would once again be challenged. The thought of a Lolthanian Avatar sent chills down his back. For Lolth to become a full diety...

"It's an honor to be in the presence of one of Lolth's priestesses," he said, trying to sound modest, a feature he wasn't well-known for. It created a few looks at his direction from the crew that knew him. "Report."
"The Orcs are heavily armed and have immense numbers. That was just one clan of them we faced, and even your Marines were in for a fight."
Hatchavin nodded. The captain of his Marines had told the surprise his men faced when they teleported down to the planet.
"Nonetheless, we can take this planet," Hatchavin said, "We may not exactly have the most prestige fleets in the galaxy, but we can take one system with what we've got. Begin orbital bombardment of the planet, but on one specific area. I don't want to see a single damn tree when I inspect it."

Planetside
Choppah sighed. His entire Clan was wiped out and now here he was, in the middle of a field, by a tree. He wanted to smash something, but there were no Clans that would take in a broken Nob. He looked at his handaxe and then at the tree. He shook his head.
"Damn tree's my only shade..." he grumbled. He sat back and started to snore.

Suddenly, a loud explosion and a brilliant light woke him up. the impact was so powerful he was sent a foot into the air. He ran to the massive crater and was sent flying as another impact tossed him away. He got back into the crater and ducked, only to be tossed around as the Ion SuperBlasters melted away the earth from underneath. Eventually he found a single safe amongst the craters. He sat, cowering in teh hole, but look up to see the Drow techs teleport down. They turned to him and pointed their guns at him. His hands went strait into the air. Spores poured out of his body, which caused teh Techs to squint at him. They said something into their earpiece and more Drow teleported down and picked up his spores and put them in their scanners. More Drow teleported, who placed him in a cell, and he watched as teh Drow constructed a ratehr large and heavily fortified field base in just a few hours. While it was still not a permenant base, the Techs were hard at work making the base even more fortified and more of a permenant base. Finally, a Drow kneeled by his cage.
"What's your name?" she asked in Common. The Ork shook in terror. "What's your name?"
"Ch-choppah," the Ork said.
"Tell me, where do you come from, Choppah?"
"C-Clan Breakahs. Dehy bin wiped out by Clan Red Blades."
She nodded.
"Do you know how long it takes for your spores to sprout?"
Choppah shrugged.
"I dunno. I remember one of da Mad Doks saying it took a few weeks for an Orkling to sprout, and den a few more for 'em to be able tah fight. Two mumphs, I guess."
She nodded.
"Where is this...Clan Red Blades?" she asked. He pointed.
"Two hunnerd milleun rounds thattaway."
She laughed and said to her comrade, "They measure time on the length it takes for a gun to shoot out ammo. Probably about a kilometer or two, depend on how their weapons shoot."
"Automatic," Choppah said.
"A kilometer, then. Thank you, Choppah."
He nodded and went back to sniveling in his cage. They tossed him a hunk of meat, which he gobbled down.

Clan Axalottastuff's main settlement
"Oi'ght boyz, I just got news!" Axer shouted, "Turns out ole Smashy could read an' wroight! He had a son!"
The mob of Orks cheered, now taht the confusion was over.
"O' course, I kin, too. So I read 'is will. Turns out I'm 'is kid! So from now on, I'm da Warboss, and dis is now Clan Axalottastuff!"
Buildy snickered from behind Axer.
"So what I want is: I want a brand new Kustom Shootah, armor better than Smashy's, and a Kustom Shield, and I want it NOW!"
The Orks cheered and the Meckaniks went hard at work fixing and fitting armor for their new Warboss. Whatever Axer didn't believe was good enough, he tossed aside, which weere picked up by the Mad Doks to replace missing limbs on the Ork Warriors, Orks picked them up and added them to their own weaponry, some Grots picked them up and tossed them in the Pile 'o Gunz, while some Meckaniks tossed them in da Mek shop to add to some Trukks. But finally, Axer had the biggest, baddest Kustom WAAAGH! Suit around.
"Hehehe. You Meckaniks aren't too bad at this!" he exclaimed, proud of his new armor, "Youz gunna getz more teefz for diz!"
He went out among his boyz and realized how few of them he actually had. He snickered.
"I knowz what I'll do!" he said, "Buildy!"
The Grot, who was already at his side, hopped on his shoulder, placing his footing careful as to not get his foot stuck in the armor.
"Yez?"
"Whatcha think? I've got da bestest Kustom WAAAGH! suit around, but we're runnin' low on Boyz. Whatcha say we go attack Clan Red Blades?"
Buildy thought.
"Daz right. Red Bladez just gotz in a big fight wid Clan Breakahs. Not a single survivor. Deyz not in dah bestest shape. We took a lot of hitz, but we've got more than enough to wipe out dehr WAAAGH! Banner! We kin take dehm!"
Axer laughed.
"OI! BOYZ!" he shouted. All teh Orks looked at him.
"We'eze gunna have us a WAAAGH! Clan Red Bladez lost a lotza boyz in dehyr fight against dah Breakahs! If we'ze gunna beat dehm alieums, we'eze gunna need more Boyz! So we'eze gunna go out and burn dehyr banner down! Dehn dey'll wave OUR banner! How'z dat sound!"
The Orks cheered at the thought of going to war and fighting, which would lead to more Boyz and therefore more fighting.
"We attack at dawn! Get dah Trukks ready an' paint 'em red! I want dehm ta go FAST!"
"YEAH!"
Prayers went out to Gort and Mort, the Two Ork Gods (Or Godz, rather) and much consumption of food and ale. Even the Grots were partying, as best as they could by scrounging up scraps. The Pile 'o Gunz was almost empty by the end of the day as Orks went to claim whatever they could for the upcoming battle, which led many Orks to shout, "We needz anudder Pile 'o Gunz!"

Clan Red Blades
"Put yer backs into it!" a Slaver snapped, lashing his whip at the captured Grots. The Red Blades had taken numerous Orks from the Breakahs, who gladly gave up all their teeth to their new Clan and were accepte into the ranks, although they were harrassed at first, but after a few fistfights, they were accepted into Clan Red Blades.

The captured Grots, however, had it less as good. They were sent amongst the Grots of the lot of their kin and were now being forced to build WAAAGH! banners for their new masters and man the turrets. They were whipped harder and more often than their Red Blade cousins, and weren't happy about their new masters at this time. The other Gretchins, who were happy to get a bit of a break as their Breakah counterparts did their work for them, told them that the Slaverz would forget that they originated from a rival Clan and treat them no differently as time passed.
"Givez dem a few dayz and dehy'll start whipping us as hard for slackin' off," one Grot told them. They still weren't happy about their situation, inarguably.

"Orks, hmm? With a 'K'?" one Drow Marine asked. Her commander nodded.
"They're actually a native Ork. Probably seeded from these...'Brain Boys' that this Choppah fellow told us about," her commander said. The priestess accompanying gagged.
"Ugh, I hated being so...NICE to that damn thing. I wanted to pull its teeth out with a dull knife if he wasn't already so shaken."
They looked down at the settlement. Broken weapons littered about the whole clan. Orks were running about, belching, eating, and most of all, fighting. They were whipping small goblin-like creatures as they built up buildings. Their buildings were hasitly assembled, although the older ones seemed more solid as the Grots improved them. Each one of them had a gunner or several turrets on top of them, which didn't seem to be very threatening. Their equipment seemed to be in worse quality than their buildings. Many of the Drow were surprised that the weapons were actually in one piece. The Orks wore overalls and tank-tops and very little to no armor on their bodies, save for the bigger ones of the lot, and even their armor seemed to be hastily assembled and half-assed, with heiroglyphics of some sort decorating the whole suit. The leader seemed to be the biggest of the lot and he bore several nasty melee and ranged weapons on the suit of armor. A call could be heard from the sniper team on the PersCom system.
"Which one should I shoot?"
To which the commander replied,
"The big ugly one."
There was a pause.
"They're all big and ugly."
Another pause.
"The biggest and ugliest one."
There was a third pause, but no shot.
"Ussta Sut'rinos ((My Commander)), there's another Clan attacking them. It's the same Clan that attacked our ship."
The Sut'rinos zoomed her goggles. It was true. Orks bearing the same colors and flags as the Clan that attacked them were jumping over the wall with crude personal rockets strapped to their backs. They looked as if they were suicide-bombers, but this wasn't the case as they started to hack down the Red Blades. One of the rocket-bearing Orks did explode, but only after getting hit with an anti-tank shell, and his rocket exploded, knocking down the gate. A huge quadruped with very large tusks burst in, tossing aside everything in its way, friend and foe alike. On its back there was what looked like a building, as shabby as the buildings the Orks built, and in the front was a very large laser that looked as if it were about to fall off of the creature and on the sides were two turrets. Orks were pouring out of the building on the creature's back onto the field, many of them being shot off before they had the chance to touch the ground. The large laser charged up and fired, blowing apart a WAAAGH! banner. Grots scattered from the field and the other Orks payed them no heed. Orks flew about the settlement as teh Squiggoth tossed the orks around and Axer's Orks soon rushed in as soon as the Squiggoth was through the base and began firing wildly and burning everything down to the ground they could.
"Shoot the big one. Now."
A loud shot rang out not one that was going to draw attantion to them, and the big Ork, Warboss Red Blade, twitched, but kept fighting. The sniper fired again, this time blowing the big Ork's brains out, what little there was to blow out. The other Orks began to lose heart as their leader had died and the fighting soon calmed. After the remaining Red Blades declared loyalty to Clan Axalottastuff, the Drow readied for a third battle with the Orks.

Somehow, though, there wasn't a Grot to be found.

The OHDII Restraint

"Ops, report."

Captain Vargo sat, arms gripping the arm rests of his Command Chair. Around him, crewmembers of varying species, including Shivans, were at work on consoles. A Shivan crewmember, known only as 122150, without turning his head, created an active mind-link with Vargo.

Several ships, unknown configuration in system. Third and fourth planets are acceptable for a staging ground for our expansion, but presence of life and war are detected. Nuclear weapons and minor explosive events are also detected. Suggested directive: Land a detachment on a cleared area, and take out or capture any surrounding structures. Reinforcements may be needed.

Vargo, steepling his fingers, nodded. Turning to his right arm rest, he tapped a shape on the arm rest, and waited for a console to morph out of the end of the arm rest. Reaching forward, he tapped in a few commands, and opened himself to a local mind-link.

All crew, we are stepping up alert status to Alpha Red. All soldiers, prepare for a Detachment drop in one hour. Raise shields and warm up our weapons. Helm, bring us to the fourth planet, half speed. Tactical, launch Flight Three with a Guard order, patrol Alpha.

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The OHDII Restraint was a four KM Vessel, which beared teeth. Shaped like a fat cashew nut, three odd cannons with four flaps closed over them protruded from the front. Vertical and horizontal trenches went across the Quantanium hull, carrying vast amounts of energy according to any sensor readings. Whether these were weapons or not was yet to be determined.

Around the shimmering blue shield the Restraint had around it, twelve fighters that could be best described as 'H shaped with the top two ends bent in to almost touch one another' flew in a rectangular formation, weapons primed. Twelve high powered distortion cannons were detected on the Fighters, along with two full salvo's of 24 missiles, stored in two eight holed Launchers placed with the Engines.

Without any attempt at stealth, the Outer Heaven Destroyer moved it's way toward the planet unhindered. After about fourty minutes, it slowed to a halt a few hundred kilometers above the planet.

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"Tactical, locate an ideal landing spot, inhabited or not, and at your leisure, open fire."

Feeling a response, Vargo grinned, and looking at the viewscreen, watched the Planet slowly rotate. My first battle in ages...these primatives will not know what hit them he though smugly.

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Turning itself slightly to the left, the Restraint prepared to fire. In one of the cross points between the two trenches, several tiny orbs of red energy collided with one another, and began to build up into a larger, more powerful orb. This continued for a few moments, the orb gaining in size, before the containment field around the orb restructured. Now free to unleash itself, the energy Beam shot towards the Planet. After a few moments, it hit the surface, and the Beam sweeped quickly to the right, leaving a scarred trench of earth where a clan had once dwelled.

Seemingly satisfield, the Destroyer waited for another eighteen minutes, awaiting some form of retaliation, before preparing Dropships for launch.

((I just realized i never specified which planet >< Oh well. Let's say it was the fourth planet. I'll write up a response later.))

Drow Field Base
A week passed since the Battle at Red Blades. The Drow made sure not to get involved with the Orks until the Drow were ready to face teh fierce battle taht awaited them. The base was now in full operation as teh Techs worked almost nonstop. Atmospheric Flight Craft were being dropped and set up, scouts were making regular runs around the base with little fear of attack. Now the workers were building large walls strong enough to take a great deal of punishment. Drow quarters were busy with Marines movign about and doing regular excersizes while numerous Drow monsters used their their arsenal were being whipped into their cages or having weapons attatched to them to make them even deadlier. Drow vehicles were being cleaned and fitted in the garages. All seemed peaceful. All seemed tense. The marines had watched what their new foes could do, and they were ready for action. Granted, a few Orks charged teh base, but the Snipers and turrets took them out too quickly for the Marines and Warriors to get any fun out of slicing up teh orks. Many Gaurd-Snipers were using their guns to shoot small creatures running amok around the base, and a number of House-Fued fights erupted amongst the Drow Marines. They were ready for a fight.

"Ussta Sut'rinos!" one of the Snipers shouted into her PersCom, "The Orks are attacking!"
It was true. Orks were rushing to the base, waving banners and firing wildly into teh air, and this was not just a random band looking to pick a fight. This was Clan Axalottastuff, the Clan they had been fighting for the last two weeks other than the occasional skirmish. There was a boom and a shell collided with the wall, creating a big dent in the wall. A looted tank was firing like an artillery piece.
"They've got armor!" one sniper shouted. The snipers and turrets began to open fire and level the rushing, axe-wielding Orks in the front. Large Killa Kanz Mecha units marched towards the walls, stepping on their fellow Orks in a rush to get to battle first. Sonic Bazookas rang out, slamming into the Killa Kanz's armor, denting them, but not enough to even phase the pilot inside. The Heavy Talon Guns ripped through the infantry at the Mecha's feet, leaving the ground littered with bodies ripped to pieces and bloody. But eventually the horde reached the gates of the Drow Task Force. The Killa Kanz began to claw and tear at the walls, but teh Drow were quick in finding holes and kinks in the armor, and one of the five Mecha unites exploded as one brave Drow marine placed a grenade in a chink. The Drow Marines drew his sword and sliced down an Ork Slugga, only to be ripped in half by teh saw blade of one of the remaining Killa Kanz. The Walker exploded, however, as a Drow Sonic Bazooka scored a direct hit to the cockpit and bypassed its armor as a large gap allowed the sonic wave to enter the armor and jiggle a few things that shouldn't have been jiggled. The wall, however, was taken down from teh explosion. Slugga and Shoota Boyz rushed into the base, only to get gunned down by Marine Talon Rifles. Eventually the fighting paused enough to the point the Orks were able to engage the Drow in close combat, but there they severely lost to centuries of use and training as opposed to a few years of wildly swinging an axe. The Orks found themselves outclassed, but not outnumbered. The Ork armor pieces began to take out the sniper towers as Buildy realized the danger they posed and told Axer to order the tanks to fire at them. Buildy soon devised a plan.
"Order da Kill Kanz and a few teams of Orks to attack fron the sides," he said, and the order was sent out. It took a full quarter-hour to actually happen, but the three Killah Kanz broke off and began to slash at the side and unfinished walls. Drow armor was quick to react, though, and posted themselves at the cumbling walls and quickly placed a few Plasma shells into the Walkers, ripping them to pieces. This didn't discourage teh Orks, though, which still rushed into the base. Plasma Burner-bearing Drider Mecha-Walkers set down a great deal of punishment for the Orks, who were now set ablaze and dripping superheated Plasma, which they flung everywhere as they flailed about, searing non-burned allies and splattering on Drow buildings and tanks alike, which caused a bit of technical difficulty in one of the tanks as it seeped through the armor, which had the inability to move. Unfortuneately, Drow Tanks do not use treads like the Orks do, but anti-grav engines, which caused the vehicle to fall to the ground and explode, damaging nearby buildings and killing many Orks. The Driper Walkers began to pick up and toss the Orks about, but even so, one of the Drider Walkers were hit with a Rokkit Launchah as a Tankbustaz squad moved into to take out the Drow Armor.
But the Drow had other forms of Driders up their sleeves.
Massive, eight creatures were unleashed apon the invading Ork groups, armed with Talon Chain Guns and their own long, sharp, deadly claws, they began to tear through the Orkish ranks, allowing the Drow armor to move out and fire on the Ork armor and artilelry. The Tankbustaz readied for another shot at teh tanks, but soon found themselves on the wrong end of a Drow Scout Ripper.

OOC: Awaiting a post in response to me

Mage-Crusher II
Hatchavin frowned as an alien vessel established orbit. They scanned it, but it wasn't of any known type. It was also heavily armed, and probably could destroy the other ships, but certainly not the Mage-Crusher. Still, Hatchavin could take no chances and decided not to make first contact. He sent a message to the surface to be wary of a third party and to make first combat in a peaceful situation and non-hostile enviroment.

Flyah Kult
"YEEEHAAAW!" Wingah screamed as he did a 360 pivot in his new flyer. It was painted completely red and had the best damn engine in the Kult. This one would actually work if operated by a non-Ork. He looked behind him and saw his racing opponent, Propellah, far behind him, struggling to stay within visual distance of Wingah.
"HAHAHA! Take dat, yeh Gretchin-lovin'-"
Suddenly, he crashed into an OH Drop Pod, destroying the Orkish craft, out of pure coincidence. Wingah didn't survive very well in this situation. His opponent, however, slowed down to watch the wreckage.
"Wingah!" he screamed, "He was my best mate!"
Propellah circled the drop zone several times, looking for something Orky, and then decided to go back to the Kult and report the loss of Wingah, their best pilot. The Airboss wasn't too happy about that.
"Wingah wuz our best!" the large Ork said to the Kultists, "And dehm Alieums killed 'im! I heard dat Clan Smashalottastuffs lost deir Warboss from dese Alieums! I sayz dat we go and teach deeze Alieums a lesson!"
The Orks cheered at the thought. Any chance to go real fast AND smash stuff sounded good to Orks. He turned to Propellah.
"Get me in contacts wid dah new Smashalottastuffz Warboss. I wantsta talk tah him."
((Dat-I mean, That good?))
"

Drow Field Base
"Dehy iz good!" Buildy said, observing the battle from Axer's shoulder, "They're really ready for wagh."
"Wot shuld we do?" Axer asked him. Buildy looked closer at the battle.
"More artillery. And bring in the Squiggoth. Move da boyz back."
Axer gave the signal and the Orks took a few minutes. After the Drider-Walkers began to rip them apart again, they obeyed. The Shootah Boyz kept the Drow from moving out of the base, although this wasn't going to last very long. The Leman Russ tanks kept firing on the base, hitting very little of worth, but teh Drow didn't leave the base. The Drow once again looked apon the Squiggoth, a huge mammal with a fearsome arsenal on its back and its face, teh latter being its huge tusks. However, the Ork's cheers were short-lived, as an Orbital Artillery shot blew the creature in two, causing the Orks to panic and flee.
"Wot? What's goin' on? Wot happened?" Axer screamed in panic.
"Dehy blew dah Squiggoth in two!" Buildy screamed, "We'ze all gunna die!"
Buildy jumped off of Axer's shoulders and fled, but then half of his tiny little torso blew off and a Drow stepped out of the shadows holding a plasma pistol.
"I'm guessing he was teh brains," the drow said. He looked at Axer. His eyes were a difinitive red.
"N-no," Axer said, staring at Buildy, the one creature that would have brought him to fame, "I-I-I was dah brainz. He w-w-wuz m-my errand G-Grot. I'm dah brainz!"
The Drow laughed.
"Somehow I doubt brains have anything to do with you."
He raised teh plasma pistol again and fired. It his Axer on his armor. He laughed.
"It's gunna take more'n dat to destroy diz armor!"
The drow laughed.
"I had no doubt."
Axer charged the Drow, firing his rather large gun wildly. He side-stepped the mutant and placed a beacon on his cheek. Axer's armor clunked to the ground without the Ork inside.