[This fuckin chap was deleted for some reason after I uploaded to I rewrote it with worse quality and I'm too lazy so I just made the abominable intelligence fix it]
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Deep beneath Bellwether Station, far below the collapsed decks and egg-halls, the Queen awoke.
A titanic mass of armored flesh and glistening membranes, she lay cradled. Her bloated body pulsed with egg sacks, each heartbeat sending pheromones rippling across the station's hive network.
Her dozens of eyes flickered as she received information. Orks crashing through layers of her hive, ripping her guards apart like they were made of paper. The Hive screamed in agony. Her warrior caste was falling by the hundreds.
The Queen let out a low, guttural vibration—a language of clicks, pheromones, and psionic pulses.
The Hive screamed.
Through hive-eyes and neural pulses, she felt every ruptured egg, every devoured larva, every silenced shriek.
So she rose. Stretched. Spoke.
And the Hive answered.
"Awaken the Brood of Ruin. The Fangborn. My Fangs of the Core."
From deep hibernation chambers, beneath bones and flesh pits, the elites stirred.
A walking siege beast. Towering and eyeless. It's carapace filled with spikes. A perfect counter tanks and terminators.
A serpentine assassin. Her upper form that of a human female but twisted and thin, She crawled on walls and ceilings with lower body of a centipede.
A ten-limbed berserker. No weapons just teeth, claws, and rage.
A psionic bio-siren. It's skull was stretched and split open into a crown, revealing rows of eyebals in it's brain, constantly broadcasting pulses that sabotaged machinery and turned lower minds against their allies.
And a Towering ten feet tall and armored creature with Four arms two massive blades made of pure carapace, and two muscular limbs ending in scythe like claws.
Looking at her warriors the queen felt safe
"Go. Break the one who wears war like skin. Bring me their broken flesh and silence the storm."
POV: Bossboot da Pirate-Krumpa
"OI, YA GITZ, DEY'S BUGZ TA KRUMP!" Bossboot roared, stompin' down a half-collapsed corridor while draggin' his shoota behind him like it owed him money.
Above them, the air was thick with smoke, spores, and the smell of fresh burnin' bugmeat. The Orks had flooded the upper levels like a flood of green muscle and metal.
THWAK!
A smaller bug leapt from the ceiling.
KRONCH!
Bossboot caught it mid-air with his teef. Bit straight through its face. Spat it out.
"HA! TASTES LIKE NOB ROT!"
Another Ork, Big Chug, came barreling in with a kustom flamer belching out fire. The hallway lit up like a fireworks show on new year as Bugs screeched and popped as their chitin turned to molten soup.
"FLAMEY WAAAGH!!!" Chug howled, dancing in circles while his squig, Sizzleteef, ran between his legs gnawin' on a roasted drone leg.
Bossboot stomped forward, his klaw sparkin' as it carved through bulkhead and bug alike.
SKRATCH! KRANG! SHPLURT!
He cleaved a path, guts flyin', ichor sprayin', Orks cheerin'.
A runt bug tried to bite his boot.
Bad move.
"NAWT ME BOOT, YA GROTTY STIK!"
CRUNCH.
Bossboot brought down the klaw and pulped it into jam.
He fuckin love his boots
Behind him, Orks chanted:
"WAAAGH! WAAAGH! WAAAGH!"
"KRUMP 'EM! CHOP 'EM! SMASH DEM BUGGIES!"
"FER DA KAPTIN! FER DA KLAWS! FER DA BOOT!"
It wasn't just a fight.
It was a party.
The metal floors trembled as the Orks stormed in, boots pounding like thunder, roars echoing through the corridors.
"KRUMP 'EM ALL, BOYZ!"
"FER DA WAAAGH!"
"GOTTA SMASH BUGZ 'TIL DEY POP!"
They didn't see him at first Gorvax one of the elites of the hive, His eyes glowed blue in the dark.
SHHHT-THUNK.
The first Ork never saw it coming—cut clean in half mid-charge, his torso sliding off his legs with a wet slap. The others skidded to a halt, blinking.
"ZOG ME! 'E GOT SLASHED GOOD!"
"DA BUG'S GOT CHOPPAZ TOO?!"
Gorvax struck again. Blades blurred. Blood sprayed. Ork limbs flew across the room. One was impaled through the chest, another beheaded. A third tried to bring down a massive hammer, but Gorvax's tail whipped out and punched through his helmet like a nail through rotten wood.
Five seconds. Six Orks dead.
But the Boyz didn't stop.
Because they were Orks.
And one thing about Orks? The more ya kill, the more show up lookin' fer a fight.
"DA BUG WANTS A PROPA SCRAP!"
"GET 'IM! WAAAGH!!"
Gorvax hissed, letting out a chittering war cry, blades spinning. He danced through the mob, slicing through green muscle and crude armor, black ichor mixing with red blood. His carapace cracked under blunt hits, green fists slamming into him like meteors.
A Green tide slammed into the elite guard like a wall of muscle and iron. Choppas clanged. Sluggas barked. One Ork leapt and buried twin cleavers into Gorvax's back—but the creature screeched, flipped around, and ripped his arms clean off, using them to beat another Ork to death with wet, splattering crunches.
"DAAAAMN HE'S SMASHY!!"
He penetrated an Ork through the mouth, yanked his blade out the back of the skull, then kicked another.
Still, they kept coming. And this time they have a bigger reinforcement.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Each footstep was like a drumbeat of war. The bug turned, and there stood a silhouette glowing with green psychic fire—
Bossboot da Pirate-Krumpa.
His massive power klaw crackled with lightning, too big for any humie to lift. His other arm held a jagged, motorized axe made from a chainsaw, exhaust pipes belching smoke with every step. Spiked pirate hat. Bullet-riddled armor. Squig-hide cape.
His voice echoed through the metal chamber like a tank engine fueled by rage:
"OI, BUG-BOY—YA MURDERED ME LADS."
CLANG!!
The two titans collided like freight trains. Claw against claw. Teeth against blade.
Bossboot took the first hit Gorvax rammed a scythe through his side, green blood spraying. But the Ork boss just grinned, tusks bloody.
"YOU THINK DAT HURT!? I'Z BEEN GUTTED BY A ROKKET, YA POINTY-LEGGED GIT!"
He headbutted Gorvax so hard the bug's mandibles cracked. Then swung his killa klaw—WHAM!!—crushing one of Gorvax's limbs like it was made of plastic.
Gorvax shrieked, stabbing with his other claws, tearing into Bossboot's chest plate—but the Ork wouldn't stop. Psychic Waaagh energy began to glow from his body, his eyes like green suns.
"DA WAAAGH GIVES ME STRENGTH, YA SLIMY TWIG!!"
The ground shuddered.
Bossboot raised both arms, absorbing the latent Waaagh field into his body—like a living storm. Sparks danced around him, and even the nearby Orks watching felt their heads swell just from the feedback.
With a mad scream, Bossboot slammed his klaw into Gorvax's midsection, then tore upward—cleaving the elite bug in half from groin to mandibles.
SCHLORRRTCHHH!!
Gore exploded across the chamber like a firework of flesh.
Gorvax's upper body was still twitching—so Bossboot grabbed the twitching head and crushed it in his palm.
"DAT'S FER BANGA, YA BIG TOOTHY ZOGGER!!"
He threw the carcass aside like garbage and turned to the rest of the Boyz.
"WHO'S NEXT!?"