"[b][color=39b54a]Where's dat explosion coming from? I didn't tell the boyz to blow something up yet![/color][/b]" 'Big Mek' Graz "Hugkilla" grunted as he walked across the ruined half-open top of an imperial warehouse building; his junk cybernetic leg slamming into the floor with every step; before watching out across the industrialized skyline of the forge world to see a plume of multi-colored smoke rise up from the distance.

"[color=39b54a]Dat was where the southern sky gun was, boss![/color]" Sounded the raspy, nasally voice of a gretchin frantically typing away at a janky typewriter, one oversized headset situated over the gretchin's smaller head.

"[b][color=39b54a]WOT?[/color][/b]" Graz exclaimed, turning around.

"[b][color=39b54a]The boys loaded the shells the wrong way again, didn't they?![/color][/b]"

"[color=39b54a]I dunno, boss! But it definitely went boom! Lots of highly Orky sources say it went boom![/color]"

"[b][color=39b54a]THOSE ARE MINE GUBBINS![/color][/b]" Graz exclaimed, turning around as he walked towards the edge.
"[color=39b54a][b]WOTS THA POINT OF STEALING THOSE 'UMIE GUNS IF DA BOYS ARE JUST GONNA WRECK 'EM!?! Grrrr...[/b][/color] "

Graz stepped onto the edge of the building, having to push his own bloated guts inwards in order to look down at the amassed Ork buggies and motorcycles below, most of the boyz either busy trying to make vague attempts at fixing their vehicles, whilst the rest seemed busy leading a particularly ornery squig around with a snotling attached to a stick as live bait!

"[color=39b54a][b]Oi! Listen up you daft speed grotz![/b][/color]" Graz called out.
"[color=39b54a][b]Someone just blew up my big gun just south of here, past dat big mechanical-human-statue-thingy! I want you boyz to go down there and beat the snot outta anyone you find at the site, gottit?![/b][/color]"

"[color=39b54a]Zog off, we're busy![/color]" One of the Orks called back.

"[color=39b54a][b]Graah... if I was down there, I'd be busting your heads right about now... but since the stairs are so zogging long. Alright, the first git at the site will get my completely new Engine Boostah 3000!![/b][/color]" 

Almost in an instant, as if Graz had just said the magic word, the boyz beneath froze up, looked at him; and after a brief second of silence (minus the terrified screams of the snotling bound to the stick), the Orks suddenly threw themselves past each other in a wild race to get onto their various buggies and motorcycles, loud blaring engine noises and a few random slugga shots for good measures; as no less than a dozen decked-out Ork vehicles suddenly rolled out from the courtyard in a race towards the site of the explosion, flames and sparks gushing from their loud engines as they waved their weapons about!

And behind them came the lone squig hopping up and down in a wild chase, still trying to catch up with the snotling which had now been attached to one of the carts!

"[color=39b54a][b]Heh, work every time... stupid gits![/b][/color]" Graz "Hugkilla" chuckled, moving his wrist-mounted flamethrower up to his mouth to light a giant cigar.