There was fire in their bellies and pure adulation in their hearts as they tore across the flesh and blood battlefield for the ten thousandth time while an undulating rabble of frothing, red-skinned, fire-eyed foes rushed to meet them. Tuska, their great Warlord, ran at the head of the horde and a dozen Daemons ricocheted off his impact and another dozen fell to his massive klaw. The horde roared with approval and surged forward. The Orks hacked and slew their way through the gibbering phalanx. Gutteral cries of approval rang out on both sides of the battle. Meanwhile, along the flanks, Orks pressed to join the fight and Daemons skirted the sparse, fleshy terrain of the blood world. A small band of choppa Boyz came upon one such lurking band of Bloodletters and fell upon them. These foes did not press back with a counter-offensive; instead they fell back in defensive stance and parried the Boyz' attacks with their own Hel-seared swords. Suddenly another small squad...
WAAGH! Drilteef is the great battle fleet of the infamous Doc Drillteef, Ork warlord and dentist.