"Dese bugs... why dey pop up all of a sudden?"
Ghazghkull roared as he watched the sudden appearance of large bugs, small bugs, weird bugs that flickered in and out of existence, and gargantuan Bio-Titans that towered even over Gorkanauts.
"Dese bugs... dey'z proper killy."
Surrounding Ghazghkull were the strongest, meanest Nobz from various tribes, along with the craftiest Big Mekz. Not far off, Mad Dok Grotsnik was quietly eyeing the size of Ghazghkull's head.
"Let me ladz go 'ave a go at 'em! Dem young 'uns need a scrap. Dey gotta get taller and stronger in da middle of a fight—dat's wot Gork and Mork said! Dat's da word of da Prophet!"
Ghazghkull was the Prophet of Gork and Mork. He was destined to lead the Greenskins in a Great Waaaaaagh! that would sweep the entire galaxy, making every living thing join the frenzy. Even though this Prophet had been born on a madman's third-rate operating table; on that night, the future Ghazghkull—then just an ordinary Ork—underwent his first surgery. In a lopsided squig-hide tent, with the help of a basket of rusty tools, Mad Dok Grotsnik made the whole galaxy take notice of the Orks.
"Waaaaaagh!"
Ghazghkull swung his power claw. He wanted to test these big bugs himself. However, he soon spotted an even more "Waaaaaagh!" presence.
A woman. A woman draped in a cloak, her face hidden beneath its folds.
"Umie! You lookin' for a scrap too?"
She looked toward the Mag Uruk Thraka, her eyes closed tight.
Eleven had not stepped onto solid ground for a long time. Ever since following her "God-Emperor" into space, she had worked tirelessly to refine her powers, hoping that one day she could contribute to his cause.
"Begone."
A psychic tidal wave slammed into Ghazghkull, knocking him back dozens of meters. But reinforced by the Waaaaaagh! field, Ghazghkull roared back, "Weird-Umie!"
Eleven's power had now reached the level of an Alpha-plus psyker, and with the backing of the Hive Mind's collective strength, she could tap into even more terrifying energy. However, Yuki had specifically instructed her not to kill too many Greenskin leaders. Thus, Eleven merely shoved him aside with the kinetic force.
Perhaps this Greenskin could force her to use a bit more of her strength. With a casual wave of her hand, a massive bolt of psychic lightning crashed down. The Orks surrounding Ghazghkull were reduced to ash, while Ghazghkull himself took only light injuries. He lunged toward Eleven again, only to be knocked aside by a Hive Tyrant.
"Hold your hand, Ghazghkull."
Another voice drifted down from the sky. Ghazghkull looked up. It was two more Umies... no, one of them wasn't an Umie, though he looked like one.
"Ghazghkull neva stops da fightin'!"
"I understand that," Yuki said, floating down. "But what I mean is, there's no need to rush to a conclusion. Look, you Greenskins need endless combat, and we need endless organic matter. In a way, aren't we both getting exactly what we need?"
Ghazghkull was an exceptionally intelligent Ork. He understood the implication instantly.
"Kuk... big bugs keep comin', da ladz get to practice for killin' da small Umies." He looked up at Yuki and Yuno. "Gork and Mork'll be dead happy."
"And of course, the Great Devourer will be happy too. We'll slowly ramp up the intensity of the battle."
"But," Ghazghkull grunted, "Ghazghkull wants a scrap wiv you!"
The corners of Yuki's mouth twitched upward. "Fine."
Carapace instantly covered Yuki's body. He dropped straight from the air, crashing into Ghazghkull. The Ork caught Yuki's dual fists.
"Want to wrestle?"
"Let's see who'z da strongest!"
Yuki was quite surprised. This body had been heavily augmented; it was currently on par with a nameless Custodian, and statistically even stronger. The current Ghazghkull was not yet as powerful as his future self, yet he managed to hold his own in a contest of pure strength against Yuki.
"Strong little Umie."
The two broke apart only to clash again. By unspoken agreement, neither used ranged weapons. Even Ghazghkull used his power claw merely as a reinforced gauntlet. A punch for a punch—the two engaged in the most primitive, technical-less brawl imaginable.
Around them, both the Orks and the Tyranids stopped fighting. The Tyranids skittered about, letting out threatening hisses. The Greenskins were ecstatic, chanting Ghazghkull's name, and as they cheered, their collective energy grew. Visibly, Ghazghkull's frame bulked up an entire size. Yuki couldn't help but marvel: the technology of the Old Ones was truly terrifying.
Eventually, Yuki won the wrestling match. He threw Ghazghkull aside with a powerful heave. Instead of their morale breaking, the Orks' spirit soared even higher; the other Nobz were now eager to try their luck.
After steadying himself, Ghazghkull burst into laughter. "Good Umie! Come play in our city! Ladz! Get to proper fightin' wiv dem big bugs!"
Surrounded by a throng of Orks, Yuno and Yuki were led toward the Ork "Scrap-City." The Greenskins cheered. Several Ork Boyz tried to challenge Yuki along the way, only to be swatted aside. Each time an Ork was sent flying, the cheers only grew louder.
"These guys are a bit too enthusiastic," Yuno noted.
"That's why I actually like the Greenskins."
"What? Are you hoping to earn the love of Gork and Mork?"
"Love? What love?"
Ghazghkull overheard their conversation and responded in a characteristically Orky fashion.
"Gork loves Mork, and Mork loves Gork, 'cos dey da only ones who can fight each uvva. If one day I can beat 'em, den Gork and Mork'll love me too!"
"If fighting counts as love," Yuki mused, "then in a sense, the two of us 'fight' quite often, don't we?"
Ghazghkull was intrigued. "Fightin'? How do you lot fight?"
As he admired the scenery of the Scrap-City, Yuki replied, "Well, sometimes I'm the one who issues the duel request, sometimes it's her. Once the preparations are complete, we start by testing each other's defenses..."
"Ahem." Yuno cleared her throat.
Yuki gave a slight smile. "But I think my favorite combat stance has to be the 'Eternal Sun'."
"Eternal Sun... dat sounds like a propa strong fightin' style."
"It is. Utilizing gravity and one's own momentum... it has a very distinct flavor."
"Stop talking," Yuno whispered.
In this jovial atmosphere, Yuki and Yuno spent several rare, peaceful days within the Ork Scrap-City.
"You two Umies," Ghazghkull asked one evening. "D'you reckon we can beat dem uvva Umies wot look just like you?"
"Who knows?" Yuki said. "You have to remember, humans also grow stronger the more they fight."
"Hahahahaha! Dat's da way! Dat's Waaaaaagh!"