Dawn broke out upon the imperial remains of the planet, Cadia had the looming shadow of the vicious hands of Arch-Dictator of Gathrog, a mighty Warboss leading his relentless green hoarde upon the imperium of man, followed by his 'smashy' brother, or more commonly known to human tongue "ally" the great Despot of Dreghruk. Alas though, this was not Cadia, and the Imperial eagle did not face the two mighty warbosses working in conclave for one 'Waagh', nay, the Ultima Segmentum suffered a greater threat, it was meerely one Warboss, and his name, Maxghul Uruk Thraka.

Salvation had been called upon Armageddon, but many of the equatorial jungles and deep within the ruins of the fallen hives, the orks began to breed there incesant war machine once more. This, my dear readers was yet the prelude to the second war which would bring greater destruction and malice than ever before, for deep within these Hives Warboss Maxghul, brother of Ghazghul was born, born into a life of constant warfare and the ways of Ork'ish up bringing, and this dear readers, was the way of Might is right.

Might is right earned Maxghul his name, might is right brought fourth his great retinue of 'mega ladz' as he called them, his partners in crime, might is right saw countless imperial soldiers crushed under foot before they saw there comrades shot down by big shooter and claw, but before long, his fame and fortune of loss and victory, and no defeats in combat had been sung across entire Ork'ish worlds, an No Ork warband had not heard of his villainous name, and his barberous fist. This served him well, too well some might say, for this was his prominent salvation, and alas, his greatest threat, for a Commisar known as Gregarus Magnus had took to the banner of defeating him, a noble cause he thought, even though he had been defeated in battle previously by Maxghul, he had not given up, nay, it spurred him on further, fuelling his willpower and focus to fanatical levels to even which the Inquisition may have had to question his decisions.

So, the stage was set, the Ork Empire of Charadon, clearly the largest and most long standing of its kind had summoned Maxghul for its new Waaagh. Gregarus Magnus, famed Commisar and fanatic had a feud to settle with his arch nemesis, and the Prize? The Ultima Segmentum.

OI! MAXGHUL!!! I AZ SEEN YOUZ FIGHTING. YOUZ IZ BIG EADED UPSTARTZ AND WE FINKZ YOUZ NEED ELP BASHIN DEEZ UMIEZ EADZ. YOUZ ARE STILL ARD AND GREEN SO YOUZ CAN KEEPZ WHAT YOU KILLZ

NOB ROTT

Maxghull's long blonde hair flew in the dirt stricken wind, another orbital bombardment had struck a Stompa in the distance, tearing its 'Snazzy' arm right off, it bellowed in a rip roaring flame and hit the ground a sunder. As the beam from the Emperor Class battleship shook the very foundations of the planet, there Maxghul stood, infront of Nob Rott, Maxghull's boys were unsure if a fight would start up, but clad in mega armour, the nobz stood, they were Maxghulls mega ladz, and they knew how to look scary.

"DON'T WORRIE NOB ROTZ THE BLOODY STOMPA WASN'T MINE ANYWAY, I STOLE IT FROM THOSE CUNNIN' BASTARDS THE BLOOD AXE'S, STUPID BASTARDS WEALLY, IF YOU BETRAY THEM FIRST, THEY GOTS NO CUNNIN', ITS ALL THE INTELLIGENCE THEY HAVE, BACK STABB AND RUN, SO YOU DO IT FIRST ALL THEY GOTZ IS RUNNIN' IN EM!"

The Mega Ladz laughed in unison, ranging from gutteral chuckles to screaching cybork ork body laughs, as one or two of the mega Ladz weren't entirely of Orkish Flesh anymore, Laser Cannons and Heavy bolters made short work of there bodies years ago.

"I LIKEZ YOU NOB ROTZ, THE ARCH ARSONOIST WANTZ A WAAGH, WE GIVE IM ONE RIGHT? THAT BLOODY COMMISAR GREGARUS MAGNUS WONT LEAVE ME ALONE, I USED TELLYPORTA'S TO GET TO THE ULTIMA SEGMENTUM , AND WHATZ HE DO? HE BLOODY USES THE WARP BOLLOKS TO GET THE IMPERIAL FLEET TO DEFEND ULTREEEMAR."

Maxghul said loudly, in mid sentance a stray heavy bolter round hits the unit only to be head butted by Maxghul's adamantium brow.

"OH I'M PISSED NOW."

The Waagh had been called, the Arch Arsonist of Charadon had two fearsome Warbosses allied together, and thus the Imperium would know fear, Maxghul had only had one defeat to the Imperium of man, but never a single loss to anyone else, he feared the destructive 'kannons' imperium had, but the Ultramarines had suffered so many defeats by his hand, Maxghul had started to wonder if Gork and Mork had made him utterly immune to Space Marine Weaponry.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

The scream echo'd through the sky as the stompa' in the distance shouted into the ethyr, Maxghuls eyes glowed a furious red, his teeth doubled in size, and his body grew to the height of 14ft tall, he could barely contain himself in his mega armour, and his corpse paint would show the Imperium fear.

Starting the Hell March Maxghul could see Nob Rotz body envelope into a humongous mound of muscle and furious anger, enough to Rival Maxghul, the fury of these two warbosses could not be matched.

Gork and Mork did smile, but which one was cunning and sneaky, or, which one was sneaky but cunning? Only the Prophets of the Waaagh would know, and it was this day that Nob Rott, and Maxghul Uruk Thraka, would know what it was to be Prophets of the Waagh, or, die trying.

"FOR DA WAAGH, FOR DA ARCH-ARSONIST OF CHARADON... HE'S BIG YA KNOW!"

2,000 lightyears away...

Colonel Harry Permine, acting commander of the Praetorian 68th Emperor's Sword taskforce, surveyed the remnants of the battle below. Ork corpses by their thousands, but arrayed amongst them the unmistakable bright blue of Ultramarine armour; the price too heavy, the casualties too irreplaceable. One more black mark to his record since allowing the damned Ork to escape the rout on Texarr VII.
"Sir, we've received confirmation - Lt Green says it's definitely the map, sir."
"Excellent. We'll finally be able to catch the fiend after that romp with the deamonspawn on Laftarmenedes. Order the perimeter to withdraw to the drop ships in good order. And get Knowles on the line, let him know his orders are to keep the damned greenskins of our boys' backs. I don't want to hear those mortars stop until everyone except for them and us have boarded. Pro palma Imperator, Captain"
"Pro palma Imperator, sir!"
Taking a last look over the remnants of the battlefield, Permine turned to the ornately dressed man by his side. "Care to do the honors, pilot-officer?"
"Gladly sir. Blade Tip, Blade Tip, this is Pommel, requesting full nuclear bombardments on the following co-ordinates..."

As the Strike Force pulled away from the planet, the devastation caused by the missile batteries easily visible from orbit, Colonel Permine looked over the remnants of another once-proud Imperial World. The trail was once again hot, the hunt was on, and the foul Xenos warlord Nobb Rott would finally taste the Emperor's vengance...

As the battle cry rose from thousands of greenskin lungs, Nob Rott relaxed, happy to let maxghul gain a little ground. He pulled out a cigar the size of a church candle, lit the end on the pilot light of his skorcha, and sat back. The fungus smoke both relaxed his mind, and filled him with visions of victory and slaughter. A few more moments of letting the energy from his ladz wash over him, adding to his natural high, then he sat up, stuck the cigar between his teeth and hefted his power klaw. Seeing Maxghul running on ahead he chuckled, then opened the throttle of his warbike, hitting maxghul with a spray of gravel as he sped towards the enemy lines like a bullet.

The Gravel struck Maxghul's eyes and bounced off his adamantium brow, making sounds of stones striking steel.

"ALWIGHT MY PEDEGREE CHUMZ, ITS ALL OR NUFFIN', NOB ROTTZ GOT THE EAD START, WE'VE GOTTA CATCH UP"

Said Maxghul, laughing at the billowing smoke of Nob Rott charging off in the distance... 'Snazzy' he thought to himself as the bike roared on.

"INTO THE WAGON LADZ, WE'VE GOT A ZZAPPY TO FIRE AND A WARBOSS TO CATCH UPTOO!"

Maxghul hammered his power claw three times onto the Battle Wagon, its doors opened to the sound of churning engines and the thick smell of Orkish Oil, the chains of the heavy plated door shook and awaited the entrance of the most heaviest boys its ever carried before. This was once a Land Raider, a proud one at that, until Maxghul desimated the Ultramarine legion which stood before him, to make his own Looted Battle Wagon.

"Snazzy"
he said once more.

Over the Imperial looted coms erray, Maxghul could hear his big mek speak, he was a renknown mate of Maxghuls, only to go by the name of "BIONIK BOB"... He had suffered greatly at the hands of Armageddon, and had earned his right through the ranks as a lethal Mek boy, only now to become Maxghuls personal Tekky.

"BIT LATE AUNCHA.....tshh....krskk...."

Said Maxghul.

"SORRY BOSS, OUR BLOODY ROKS WERE TAKIN' FIRE ABOVE PLANET, BUT I SOON SORTED THAT OUT, THAT'LL BE THE LAST EMPERWOR CLASS BATTLESHIPS INVOLVEMENT, ITS A BIT TIED UP WIV A HOARD OF BRUTE RAM SHIPS AND 3 ORK SUPER BATTLESHIPS, COMPLAMENTZ OF ARCH-ARSONIST GATHROG HARHARHARHAR!"

Said Bionik Bob, with his lungs filled with Iron and Oil, unfortunately half of his head, and luns had been lost in the last Armageddon', but he was more mechanical than ever, knicking the idea of a Master of the Forge's Servo arms, he had his own, bigger and mightier than there's, including potentially the most high tech weapon Orks possesed, they called it "The Shag gun" but it was also known as the Shock attack gun.

"I'M LETTIN' RIP NOW BOSS"

Said the gutteral low voice garggling afterwards on oil and its replacement parts from imperial scavenging.

"GOOD!"

Said Maxghul, as the rest of his Mega Ladz 'bundled' into the battle wagon, making sure they held on where ever they could, and tried not to use there Power Claws to cling onto anything as it was quite certain it would cleave through bulk heads if anything else.

"FULL SPEED YA GITZ, GET THE TESLA BOOM READY!"

With those orders, Max's personal Battle wagon ripped up a pillow of black chundering smoke behind it, the Orkish wheels mixed with the tracks of a land raider marched fourth, and the Tesla Coil at the top of the Wagon began to charge up.

"SEE DAT VINDICATOR OVER DERE? YEAH, DER ONE WITH THE BIG GUN IN DA MIDDLE, FIRE AT IT RIGHT DOWN DER BARREL!"

The Ork listening to Maxghuls words slapped a gretchin round the head, which that gretchin ten slapped another gretchin, which the second slapped the third, and the ammo grotts did leap to there feet to promptly get the Zzap gun ready.

"FIREE!"

Screamed Maxghul, the Gretchin shouted the same in unison to try and please him, hoping that maybe Gork and Mork, may listen, sparing there lives and making sure it hit the target.

"BLOODY HELL, IT DID YOU KNOW!"

said Maxghul in mild disbelief, Orks couldn't shoot for shite, but Gretchin could, they had cunnin' eyes he thought, much more shootier than an Orks.

Within moments the Zzap guns coils had torn an electrical surge across the battle field, ripping into the Vindicator Tanks frontal hull, and screaming straight down the barrel, but just as the Orks had seen as such, the ork Nob driving wasnt looking where he was going, and had hit difficult terrain, but rather than going across it slowly, it had shot fourth leaping into the sky, all 130 tons of the lethal machine, rocketed over the remains of an imperial building, crashing through the rock and steel leaving several mega armoured nobs upside down and rather confused.

"ZOGGG IT!"

Screamed Maxghul as the Battle Wagon stopped, and the enginges stalled trying to restart its war effort, considering the size of the thing, and the red paint job making it 'go faster', it was lucky not to be utterly destroyed from the height it took to, but something did smile upon this battle Wagon once more, and the engines began to churn its lung spluttering filfth again.

"GO GO GO GO!"

Bellowed Maxghul, pounding his fist onto the main panel infront of him.

"He's still WINNING, THE BLOODY SNAZZY GIT."

"DOZ SPACE MARINEZ, THEY IZ LIKE TRYIN'G TO FLING OFF A TURD, IT TAKES AGES TO GET RID OF THEM'"

But just as Maxghul said that, starring at the Vindicator tank which took a direct hit from a most lethal Zzap gun, the crackling electrical energy which had surrounded the tank settled, Max's eyes shot up in astonishment expecting the Vindicator tank to be taken 'TO DA CLEANERZ' but not a second sooner Maxghuls eyes of dissapointment had turned into a deep sinister glea of amusement and success.

"STICK ZAT UP YOUR ZOGG!"

As Maxghul shouted in triumph, it could be plainly seen that the Vindicator tank wasn't smiling anymore, its hull had been blown open from the inside out, the crackling energy had critically hit the tank sending it asunder, all which remained was the smoldering armour of those which inhabited the Vindicator, and a crater the size of Morks fist, sizzling away like a Squig burger thrown freshly on 'da fryin' pan'.

Although Maxghul had placed upon himself the face of careless bravado, he had a greater reason for why he wanted to remove the Vindicator, Maxghul, during the early days of him as a "Nob" had taken a Demolisher shell to the face before and lived, he was the only survivor, it was the only thing that scared him, and it was the reason why his cybork ork body was around today, and adamantium brow. He could see it, eye'ing up his Ally Nob Rott and his Biker Squadron, Maxghul had forseen too many deaths to Imperial Ordanance, and he wasnt going to see the 'Puny Uman's' take out his partner in crime so easily.... Well alright, Maxghul was confident they couldn't have 'ad' im' so easily, but it would have been a sure shame to see Nob Rottz' snazzy Bike go so quickly.

"YOU SEE DAT BOB'?"

Maxghul said screaming with laughter over the crude Orkish comms array stolen from Imperial hands.

"SNAZZY BOSS... SNAZZY"

"I REKORDED IT ON MY EYE SO ARCH-ARSONIST CAN SEE IT BOSS, HE'S GONNA LAUFF AT UR ANTICS MAXGHUL, NEVER A DULL MOMENT AYE?!"

"NEVAR!"

Maxghul Shouted back giggling with a burk'ish rumble.

"SNAZZY!"

Both Bionik Bob and Maxghul muttered under there breath, almost in unison, and then the comunication line went silent.

Seeing the wreck of the once proud vindicator, Nob Rott gunned his engine and headed straight for it, hitting it's wrecked form and speeding up it's now barely attached dozer blade. Flying through the air, as he cleared the thick smoke pouring from the tanks hatches he saw a scout squad lining up a rocket on his mates wagon. He squeezed the brake lever, which had been re-wired to his triple shoota barrels, sending fist sized shells rattling into the scouts. Two of them fell, their armour shredded in seconds. Hitting the release valve for his skorcha, he smothered the remaining three in burning fuel. In the searing heat the rocket detonated in it's launcher, dropping the firer and the man next to him. As Nob Rott rode through the flames he felt the last man crumple under his wheels. He didn't even pause for thought as he lined up his actual target......the beakie dredd.
Opening the throttle full, he sped towards his enemy. He hit a rise in the ground, giving him just enough lift to hit the chest of the dredd with both wheels. With the momentum and enormous weight of his steed, the dredd staggered then fell. Jumping up, Nob Rott gripped into the metal of it's armoured front plate and wrenched it clean off. Looking inside, he saw the dying remains of the pilot and punched him square in the face, the skull shattered instantly.

Getting up, he looked around and saw their combined foot sloggers barrel into the enemy front lines behind him, as his nobz wreaked havoc at the rear of their force. There was still fighting to be done, but for now he sat on the machine's carcass, pulled out a bottle of fungus brew and lit a cigar.

Maxghul looked over the remains of the field, popping his head out of the Battle Wagon, and ducking his thick brow when heavy fire reigned from above.

It was truely a spectacle, the new red paint job had done the Wagon proud, and the Stompa's fragile flaming remains screamed its vigerous scream of grinding steel and Gork knows what else. "UUUUUULAAAA"

It did yell, from the top of its wrecked filled torso.

Not a moment sooner, Maxghul turned to see Nob Rottz launch into the stomach of the dreadnaught.

"SNAZZY..."

Maxghul said in proud astonishment, starring intently at the Power fist of the Dreadnaught flinching and twitching as the last strands of neurological life is pumped into it. Its secondary weapon randomly let off indiscriminate shells of Storm bolter fire, almost as if to eminate the final heart beats of the tattered remains of the Space Marine within.

"LIKE FLING'IN OFF A TURD'"

He bellowed to his Mega Ladz, all cheering in unison, with the Gretchin' within the Wagon screeching a similar cheer seconds later.

Maxghuls mind stretched the void of the Orkish mindset, thinking further than simple 'Dakka Dakka' and 'STOMP STOMP'... Nay, he had a new plan at hand, he liked Nob Rottz style, and this gave him a terrifying idea, one which would traumatically change the face of the Ultima Segmentum forever....

"Wazdakkka....."

The Ultra Smasha' Warboss murmered, leaving the whispers of his final words drifting upon the planets Aethyr. Only the Prophets of the Waagh could fortell the doom and destruction ahead, and only them...

War Raged in the Ultima Segmentum, the Arch Arsonists Waagh had been herralded by the 'Rokkz' Landing upon the first heart land planet, arriving and spewing from the asteroidal remains and hulking imperial ships strapped together with anything ork technology could muster, welding, bolts, and the melted remains of Ork ships to make the 'W-Day' go as smootly as orkishly possible.

"Zogg it"

Shouted Maxghul, as the tattered remains of his ship laid crashed into the Imperial city, he knew there was no where to go but victory or death.

Within moments Nob Rottz rokk came crashing down, followed by the climactic leap of war trucks and warbikes flooding out of his Rokk.

"Oi, Nob Rott, I IZ ARD AN I IZ GREEN AND SNAZZY, SINCE I IZ BOSS, YOU GIVE ME TWO OF THOSE SNAAZY DEFF KOPTA'S NOW!"

Maxghul said with a menacing grin, hoping Nob Rott would comply with his orders.

With that, gun fire and the hell march of the Orks had begun, but upon the horizon something Maxghul had not expected had arrived, it was the Imperial Guard, and this would make things messy.

This my dear readers, is the Battle of Half an Inch, and this would tell how the first of many planets in the Ultimar Segmentum would fall to the Orkish Waagh.

The tattered lines of the Imperial Guard still clung to life, holidng onto the thin trenchlines at the foot if Hive Impiratus, Word had been sent to all that would hear that the planet of Mirrorax had succumbed to the terrible invasion of the Warlord Maxghull, and now only the Hive remained as a symbol of Imperial Dominance. Maxghull and his Hordes had easily overrun all the systems that they had encountered in the Ultima Segmentum and the fall of Mirrormax would herald a full scale invasion of the sector.

As wave after wave of the Waaaagh crashed home the Trenchlines held on by the fingernails. Captain Jotnur of the Praxian 14th Rifles stood in the last bastion along the trench line, stress clearly taking a toll, staing at the current Ork Advance to the East. Turning to look at his vox operator Corporal Venikch, he was met by only a blank expression, the comms rely had been out of commission for nearly three weeks, just after the message for assisstance was beamed to all Imperial Codes. However, the radios had not stirred and there was not so much as static as a reply.

"We are doomed... The Emperor has forsaken us" Muttered Captain Jotnur.

He could clearly see that the Ork Warlord Maxghull had arrayed his favourite troops and was preparing for the final assault against the bastion.

A low roaring noise seemingly began to herald the destruction about to commence, when seven of the most resplendant Thunderhawk gunships raced over the trenches deploying all manner of vehicles from Predators to Land Raiders. These vehicles aligned themselves as if to meet Maxghulls army head on, in an attempt to cut the head from the snake.

A Godly howl echoed for miles followed by an amplified voice.

"I am Logan Grimnar, Great Wolf of the Space Wolves, Fear not men of the Emperor, for we are the sons of Russ, and your salvation is at hand!"

And the vehicles, led by a solitary Land Raider raced towards the Ork lines, and Maxghul....

Recieving word of the immenint fall of Mirrormax, Commissar Lord Gregarus Magnus had ordered his Retribution class Starship, The Emperors Justice, and the remainder of the battlegroup to make all haste to the sector.

Having totally replaced his army, The 8th Tartarus Artillery was now no longer truly an artillery company, mainly due to elements of of the 41st Tartarus Siege Breakers, Leman Russ Company. The embitteredd commissar had barely escaped with his life in tact, although his Guardsmen had fought bravely and with courage and steel. They were unprepared for the onslaught of the vile Ork known only as Maxghul.

He had vowed after the defeat that he would not rest, Emperor Willing, until he had personally cut the head from Maxghuls ugly green neck. And so the he was, ready to stand and form a thin line of defence of the Ultima Segmentum for the second time, The Ultramarines vanguard had failed, and there was word hat another of the First founding Chapters was en route to lend assisstance. Regardless they would go, they would fight and they would die in the Emperors name, For they where the Imperial Guard and for them, Duty ends only in Death...