Gorgutz 'Ead 'Unter and those things da 'umies ride

"Now dis is da only way to dakka!" Gorgutz shouted from the Baneblade's cupola as the super-heavy tank smashed it's way out of the cave, Ucky at the controls and doing his best to run as much stuff over as possible.

"Err.. Boss?" Ucky shouted from the driver's seat, his voice faint through the tank's thick armour.

"Wot iz it ya git?"

"We'z gonna need more boyz for dose other Behnbladez, won't we?"

"Hmm..." Gorgutz paused, locked in deep thought for a few seconds, which usually meant the ork doing the thinking was either planning how to win a fight or acquire more dakka.

"I 'spose we will. Let's get back to dat tower place in dis forest, dere'll be more boyz waitin'."

"How do ya know dat Boss? Dere were no otha boyz dere 'cept dose cowardly grots an dey'z run away!"

"Shut it ya git! Dere'll be more boyz dere cuz I say dere will! Ya got it?"

"Okay Boss, no need ta shout..."

Ucky groaned as he shoved both levers forwards, causing the massive hulk of the Baneblade to rocket forwards through the forest, smashing through any tree unfortunate enough to stand in its way.

The tank continued it's rampage through the forest, turning the centuries-old trees into tinder and shards of wood while Ucky laughed in glee at the carnage.

The tank's rapid and noisy advance did not go unnoticed by the forest's inhabitants, however. More specifically, a irritable green dragon who was having a nap.

Gorgutz blinked as a great gout of flame shot up to the right of the Baneblades current path. "Ucky, take dis Banebalde to where dat firey fink was. Dats either gonna be one good fight or one of dem Humie flamthrowa tanks. I want da first, dis ere planet as bin a right bore. Nothin dat a Grot couldn't kill."

"Jus wot you said, boss." Ucky nodded in agreement as he moved the rusted levers and the Baneblade began to rumble off to the right where the gout of flame had been. "Nothin dat a Grot couldn't kill."

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It took only a few minutes of log crushing to reach where the gout of flame has sprung from, and Gorgutz smiled beneath his Iron Jaw once he saw what had caused it.

The Baneblade sat at the edge of a clearing, which was dominated by a cave entrance. And outside that cave was something that could finally give Gorgutz the fight he so desperately needed right now.

It was a great green reptilian monstrosity; it's body was almost as large as the Baneblade, and two wings were fanned out behind it like great banners. It eyed the Baneblade cautiously, not wanting to make the first move quite yet against this new prey.

Orks hadn't yet mastered the concept of sizing up targets, however.

"Ucky! One shell, and blast dis Winged Squiggoth to da otha side of dis ere planet! Let's see wot dis humie Tank's made of!"

Ucky sighed. Sometimes the Warboss did get over eager, but no Ork could fault that. They lived for fightin and winnin, nothing more, nothing less.

He began to move the heavy round into the breech while Gorgutz shouted taunts ranging from 'Yer motha was a Squig, and ya fatha smelt of grot dung!' to 'Dat massive 'Ead of yours is goin to look nice an good on ma pointy stikk while the dragon looked on in idle amusement.

"Ucky! Where's dat shell!" Gorgutz yelled, interrupting his flow of insults. "I want dis thing to 'ave a 'ole in its chest da size of ma Kroozer, now!"

"Dis shell is 'eavy, boss."Ucky grunted as he finally finished shoving the round into the breech, before he slammed the firing chamber shut and scrambled across to the gunner's chair.

He looked at the bewildering array of switches and levers in confusion for a few moments as smoke began to rise from the dragon's nostrils. There was only one solution to this problem, in true Orky fashion; hit all the switches.

The Baneblade's weapons roared ind crackled into life as Lascannon shots and Autocannon shells tore through the dragon's chest in a matter of moments before the heavy bolters were added into the barrage of weaponry, turning the dragons throat into a mess of bloody holes as his form slumped to the ground, lifeless.

Gorgutz hauled his massive cybernetic rig out of the Baneblade and waddled off the tank towards the dragon's corpse.

"Now dis..." Gorgutz reached down with his klaw and picked the large head up by the crest. "Is a mighty fine 'Ead. A bit big for da pointy stikk tho..."

Gorgutz looked at the head. He looked at the tank. He looked at the head again.

He walked back towards the tank and impaled the head over one of the lascannons before he moved himself back into the enlarged cupola. "But dis ere tank is ma new 'pointy tank'! Gorgutz announced with glee. "Take dis ere tank to da castle place, den we gatha da boyz, grab dem otha tanks, and stomp dem Squigs good un propa, den we go find more of dem Winged Squiggoths Eads. Dat sound like a good plan to ya, Ucky."

Ucky nodded along as he readjusted the levers that steered the tank. "Dat's a good plan boss, dat's one good plan."

Gorgutz smiled as the Banebalde began to move off in what he hoped was the direction of the castle. If not, well, he had a super-heavy tank and a Ork Nob.

Which, judging from the rather meagre fighting ability show by the ponies, was quite possibily the most formidible fighting force on the planet according to Gorgutz.