[i]"Finally, a ride!"[/i]

Those were Adrianne's exact thoughts as the Psyker saw the incoming Valkyrie, relieved to finally be able to ride somewhere instead of trudging around like a simple menial!

Walking was something she had experienced more than she ever cared for back when she had been attached with the Imperial Guard!

Jumping up into the valkyrie with a single step, the large Psyker appearing to almost float in the air for a moment, she would step down into the Valkyrie's internal compartments and slump down into one of the seats with her butt, a sigh of relief escaping the Psyker.

"It feels great to be off the ground... " Adrianne muttered to herself, pausing in her seat as she attached her buckles before rolling a glance over to Aviza as the sister was on the comms.

"I'm sure the two of them will be just fiiiiineee."

*

[color=39b54a]"I hate those 'umie gitz! They think they can get away after blowing up my gobbin'z? I'll show them!"[/color]

Said Graz "Hugkilla", the Ork Big mek's scarred, ugly face lit up; both by his oversized cigar and the distant shine from the after explosions of the aerial attack.

His squig-brained boys might have chosen to run around, chasing the first explosion they saw in hopes that it might lead them to some fighting. But Graz was not that easily fooled! He prided himself on his smarts, for he knew that running headlong into an artillery barrage was unlikely to lead to a good fight! Nay, sometimes you had to wait, and see where the enemy actually was so as to be able to bring the choppa to them!

And that was exactly what Graz had done, as he had followed the Valkyrie that now loomed over the Fuel Depot. The other one was too far away for him to do anything about, but Graz would be content with simply murdering some fools than none at all!

[color=39b54a]"[b]This is it! MUSH, boyz! Mush![/b]"[/color]

*

The first thing Ansgar, Vala and Herold would hear as they were about to leave the fuel depot would be the roaring sound multiple ramshackled engines coming to life, as emerging out on the other side of the battle scarred and rain soaked plaza from the fuel depot was a literal moving pile of weaponized junk, that only on further inspection revealed itself to be something akin to a makeshift throne! Half a dozen bikes and other scavenged vehicles pulled a rolling chariot resembling a tower of junk/throne or diaz of some kind, filled to the brim with mounted guns on every side. At the center sat a homogeneously fat and muscled Ork, his girth barely able to fit in his throne as he bellowed out orders to  the numerous vehicles pulling his massive junk chariot.

[color=39b54a]"I SEE YOU, YOU DAFT GITZ! YOU ZOGGIN' GROTZ ARE GONNA BE SORRY YOU MESSED WITH THA WRONG MEKBOSS!" [/color]

Graz bellowed out towards Herold, Vala and Ansgar as the mekboss's "vehicle" started moving towards them and the fuel depot!

It was, however, anything but a fast attack; the Mekboss's own little moving fortress slowly trudging through the ruins of the forge world...