Nostramo Coveted

The fecund outpost world of Nostramo called to Warp Mek Sizzlegrub. The Necrons had awakened something there and Sizzlegrub, a Deathskull with an unparalleled nose for salvage, smelled something valuable. 

While the world as a whole had long been overrun by the blessings of Nurgle, the Necrons had recently blasted a beach-head in the center of an old, Imperial city. Nothing living remained where the Necrons maintained their base of operations. That is, of course, until Sizzlegrub made planetfall through the roiling vapors left behind by their scorched earth campaign.

Although swarms of Necron scout vessels attempted to intercept the Orks, the Death Guard and their Daemonic allies solved the calculus of Sizzlegrub's intent and paved a swath through the Necron orbital resistance to allow the Orks passage.  

As is his wont, Sizzlegrub dropped a duo of Gork's avatars in the vanguard supported by a flotilla of Boyz mounted on Trukks. The machines pushed deep into the Necron defenses backed by raking fire from air support. A spearhead of mighty Necron heavy cannon hovered amidst their elite Immortal guardians.

The Orks poured several tons of ammunition into the enemy. Peals of  "Dakka! Dakka! Dakka!" carried over the actual sounds of gunfire. Sizzlegrub cackled maniacally from the back of his kustom Trukk and sighted down his Warp Kannon, though he allowed his vanguard to take on the brunt of the enemy's initial volleys.

The lumbering titans found it difficult to navigate the nascent blackstone constructs being erected by the Necrons. Only the boss mounted upon the Deffkilla Wartrike was able to smash into the enemy's front lines. He could not, however, keep up with their incredible ability to reconstruct themselves. As fast as he felled the enemy, more stood up to take their place.

Even as he pulled Necrons down in his death throes, they reformed to fight again.

The Necron Spearhead traded blows with Sizzlegrub's mighty avatars of Gork and cut one to flaming pieces, molten metal sloughing off in mighty rivulets upon the ground.

Still, its brother broke through the front lines and crashed into the enemy, blasting Necron infantry to scrap metal and nightmares.

Once the Gorkanaut had carved its way through the infantry, it fearlessly charged into the Necron spearhead, loping towards the giant cannon like a colossal, steel ape.

Meanwhile, the Necron Overlord disappeared from reality, taking a squad of Immortals with him. They re-appeared behind the Ork front lines and laid withering fire into the Ork Transports along with a squad of Destroyers. Almost simultaneously, the air sizzled with energy as a huge mob of Boyz materialized from thin air to support the Ork rearguard. They turned their attention to the harrying phalanx of Destroyers. The massive tide of green flesh erupted in streams of hot ammunition which glanced harmlessly off the enemy's shiny, silver hulls.

The Orks were delighted at this turn of events as it afforded them an opportunity to simply get stuck in and tear their foes apart in brutal close combat. Their shootas were quickly employed as bludgeons, which actually made them far more effective at crushing skulls and cracking carapaces.

The wounded Gorkanaut tore into the enemy Spearhead. Its shields flared, repelling the metal beast's attacks with reactive force. An enraged metallic roar emanated from the Gorkanaut.

The powerful Necron cannon slasheb into the remaining Gorkanaut, carving it in twain. Two Burnas were vaporized by the intense heat, but three others leapt out and ran for cover.

Boss Wagonkrumpa (with his Weirdboy bodyguard cheering him on) leapt at a huge, six-legged construct and tore into it with his mighty Power Klaw. His ministrations were largely thwarted by the vehicle's arcane shielding technology. Each blow he delivered was repulsed by an equal amount of kinetic energy. The normally vivacious Wagonkrumpa and screamed in protest.

The construct's operator fled from the mighty Ork into the waiting arms of a lurking mob of Boyz.

The operator barely had time to regret its decision. The Orks blasted it with their sluggas and tore into its mechanisms with not only their crude choppas, but ripped into it with bare hands. It was not long before the construct was dragged down and torn to scrap, never to re-form again.

Meanwhile, in the Ork backfield, the remaining Destroyers fell back from combat and blasted the huge mob of Orks. They poured all of their hatred for the living into their attacks, chunking dozens of boyz to pulp.

Although they tried to return the favor, a single Destroyer remained alive, drenched in Ork blood. 

Even as the Destroyer screeched its metallic cry of victory, Sizzlegrub wrenched his massive Warp Kannon around and atomized the Necron into its base compounds.

Meanwhile, his ride having been shot out from under him, Sizzlegrub directed the battle from the center of the conflict. Although he was mostly hidden from view by the horde of capering grots around him and the roiling, posionous atmosphere, his voice could be heard over the din of battle. Grots and boyz gathered what loot they could from the distracted Necrons, carrying various trinkets and equipment from the field.

In the end, little remained of either Ork or Necron warriors. Of course, Ork spores were carried on the vile winds and Necron nano-scarabs were hard at work trying to rebuild what they could of their wrecked forces.

As for Sizzlegrub, he gathered his swarm of Grots about him and stalked into the haze, pleased with his sizeable haul despite the incredible toll the operation had taken in Boyz. Then again, they were a toof a dozen, weren't they? Furthermore, he knew that the presence which had drawn him to Nostramo had not yet been revealed. He knew instinctively that today would not the day he came face to face with it, but he would remember this place and return again soon.