Warboss Tusk'a

Trudging along through the spacehulk he'd pause now and then. inhaling the scent that came to his filtered nostril's. Blood, lot's of it that seemed to seep from the wall's, the air, everywhere. The remembrance of that blissful world still etched upon the ork's mind as he walked forth down the hallway's.

" Spill en d'e name o eh blud god eh...So ah kan return te d'at wondrous planet!" Roar's slaming his massive cybork arm into a wall making many sniveling grot's scramble to safety as he lets the rage loose and thrashes, smashes, and blasts everything in his general spot.

Breathing heavily through the helm, he inhales the odd combination the painboy gave him, grumbling as the vox generator's upon his back shimmer and send his body into a slight rapture as he walk's, his weight buckling the floor as he move's onward. yes, yes there were world's to bleed, plunder, and conquer for this god of his. And he will give that god a world o lot'sa just to return to his eternal home to fight again and again for all eternity...