It was late at night on the planet known as Davon Secondus. The landscape was flame scarred and pock-marked with craters. It was within one of the larger craters that several space orks sat around a small fire, regrouping and discussing the day's events. There were several of these green skinned beings, known among others of their kind as Blood Axe Kommandoes. By human standards, these were considered elite troops, but if you asked any ork, the elite unit would be whichever one that ork was serving in. The small crew was sitting around the fire, munching on squigs every now and then, when the kommando kaptin turned from his kommunikator and announced the situtation.

"Arright, ladz... da bigboss sez we took ‘eavy kasualties so far, but we's in a good spot to whack da humies good." the kaptin grabbed a small squig which gave a quick squeal as he popped it in his mouth.

"Wot we gonna do, Tigga?," Feenix asked. Tigga clenched a fist momentarily, then relaxed. Feenix was always asking questions and Tigga hated that.

"Real soon we moves out and ‘eads north," Tigga gestured to the south with his bolt pistol, "and we sets up a ambush fer da humies. Dey's reinforcements, so we has to cut ‘em off."

"‘Ow many is we after, kaptin?" Dok ‘Olliday asked. Nobody really knew why he was called "Dok" because they'd seen his attempts at first aid.

Tigga turned to Dok with a grin, "Well it's gonna be real fun, lad." That meant they were going to be horribly outnumbered. They'd done these missions before, although the mob was usually at full strength and the aftermath left these several orks battered, bruised, and the only survivors.

"We just stalls ‘em, eh kap'n?" ‘Ead'Unta remarked, returning Tigga's grin. The ex-freebooter went back to his equipment check, counting meltabombs, and making sure his poweraxe generator was working properly.

"Roight... so ‘ere's what we do." Tigga began drawing a diagram of the ambush point in the dirt and setting the plan. Orks aren't known for their planning skills, in fact, most orks dont even make plans. Bloodaxe Kommandoes were the exception.

Sometimes the plans even worked.