Thanks boyz!
A detachment of RC allies are locked in combat with adversaries that they are none too fazed by.
A Polish commando meets up with an IM Battlemage. "Whats the situation, towarzysz?"
"Just a small horde of orks, nothing we can't handle."
"Looks like quite a bit of destruction for just a small horde," the commando observed.
"They got the jump on us admittedly," the battlemage replied, "but they're just about contained now."
"They'll be neutralized before they can from a beachhead."
"Drive these vermin back for the Greater Good, gentlemen!"
"Dafuq is dat," grumbled an orc as the Mthrone officer crossed blades with him.
The rest of the RC forces move up behind cover, eager for some target practice.
Scores of the greenskins had fallen under the RC's combined fire but never did the orks break ranks.
The allied troops soon realize however this is no ordinary rabble of orks.
Suddenly the RC's position gets lit up with heavy fire. "Shit,
incoming!"
Another wave of greenskined invaders moves in on their position,
ready fer a good fite.
The RC position found themselves in a precarious position.
Dose RC scrubz 'bout to find theyselves flanked real good!
To their horror, there were bigger things among the invaders.
We could tell they was shittin' themselves, we brought sum Bigboyz! "BROOOOTAAAALLLZ!"
"Lookz like da grunts softened 'em up reeeaaal nice," rumbled the Brootal BigBoy.
"FOR DA BROOOOTAAALLLZZ!"
This detatchment of RC was prepared for such caliber of weaponry.
Dose scrubz never stood a chance against our bigass boolets!
We can get 'em from above too.
With our Warjumperz!
Sum of our ladz who only like to smash stuff got tired of gettin' shot up before dey could get in range, so dey thought up a simple solution.
Jumpy kitz!
It doesn' alwayz work though.
And thats when our ladz like to turn up da heat!
These Brootalz fite with fire, theys the firefightas!
We alwayz save sum of our best unitz for last, and one of 'em is da Broozer tank!
"Holy fucking Creator, we need to fall the
fuck back!"
And you snobz thought that its only a tank if it gots treadz. Fink again, panzees!
Da Brootalz have a fing or two to say about 'standardz.'
Wez here to re-da-fine what you panzee-fuggerz call war.
And you lot don't look ready enuff for it. Try an' proove us wrong!