It wasn't long before all the ork bosses and warlords assembled. Zoggit originally planned to hold the meeting in his grand fortress—a craggy mountain castle that had been "acquired" from a previous owner. It was a proper boss's stronghold, sturdy and imposing, but there were simply too many orks now. The crowd of green skins stretched far beyond what the fortress could handle, so they moved the gathering to the open plains outside.
Looking out over the assembled bosses, Zoggit finally felt the weight of his power. The Zoggit Tribe wasn't just some upstart band of orks anymore—it was a proper war machine. The surrounding lesser tribes had been crushed, absorbed, or cowed into submission. The local humies had proven weak and uninspiring; they barely put up a fight before being flattened. The battles had started to feel... well, boring.
Zoggit hated being bored.
In the past year, the Zoggit Tribe had seen explosive growth. Victories brought loot, loot brought inspiration, and inspiration led to deadlier weapons. Their humble tree branches and clubs had evolved into crude choppas, then into brutal cleavers. And now? They had proper bang-bangs, shootas that roared like thunder, belching death across the battlefield. And if that wasn't enough, the mekboys were hard at work on something even bigger—a real big bang-bang. Zoggit had no idea how it worked, but it sounded loud and destructive, so he approved.
Population-wise, things had never been better. The land was fertile, and orks—being orks—multiplied like spores in a storm. Fresh warbands popped up everywhere, but they all swore fealty to one boss—Zoggit. Even the younger warlords who led their own gangs knew who the real boss was. The Zoggit Tribe had become a proper Waaagh! in the making. And yet, despite all this, something felt off.
Zoggit could see it in the boys. There hadn't been a real fight in ages. Sure, they raided weakling humie settlements, but it was too easy. The lads had become soft. No real challenge.
That had to change. Zoggit stomped forward, massive and imposing. His voice boomed across the battlefield as he raised his arms. "LISTEN UP, YA GROTS! I'M Zoggit, DA Zoggit BOSS!"
Then he took a deep breath and let out a deafening war cry, shaking the very ground beneath them. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" The reaction was instant. The orks exploded into a frenzy. His bodyguards howled, firing wildly into the air. One particularly excitable ork started shooting in random directions—until his own boys tackled him, making sure his enthusiasm didn't wipe out half the crowd.
Across the camp, the orks joined in one by one. Workers dropped their tools and roared. Sleeping orks were jolted awake, grabbed their choppas, and bellowed into the sky. Even the mad dok in the surgery tent, scalpel still lodged in some poor git, threw back his head and howled in glee.
Within moments, the entire Zoggit Tribe was screaming in unison. The sound of Waaagh! roared like a raging storm, shaking the very sky. Zoggit grinned, baring his tusks. 'Finally. This was more like it.'
The world seemed to tremble under the sheer forke of the deafening, guttural WAAAGH! that erupted from the Zoggit Tribe.
The violent roar rolled across the landscape like a shockwave, rattling bones, shaking the very ground beneath them. It lasted for a full five minutes—long enough for even the most battle-hardened warriors on the other side of the battlefield to feel uneasy.
Kayvaan's command channel descended into chaos. His team—veterans of countless skirmishes—were all asking the same thing: 'What the hell just happened? Have the orks lost their minds?' Kayvaan sighed, rubbing his temple as he listened to the confused chatter. "Don't overthink it. The greenskins are just saying hello."
"Hello?!" one of his lieutenants echoed, incredulous.
"Yes," Kayvaan replied dryly. "The word gh in their gibberish means 'We are coming.' This? This is just their way of letting us know they're ready for a fight."
The comms went silent for a moment before another voice spoke up, more analytical. "If that's the case, we can use this. The size of the roar suggests it started from a single point before spreading outward. If we time the delay between when each unit heard it, we can triangulate where it originated from." Kayvaan nodded. 'Finally, someone thinking straight.' "Good. Do it. I want a rough location—doesn't have to be precise, just enough to figure out where the biggest brain among them is."
Data poured in from across the battlefield. Within moments, Valyra—his most efficient analyst—marked a circle on the map. Kayvaan barely glanced at it before giving the order. "All teams, move out. Target confirmed."
Back at the ork war camp, things had finally settled. The initial roar had served its purpose, and now the serious business could begin. Kayvaan might have been moving against them, but the orks were still basking in their loudest achievement yet. Standing atop a pile of scrap, arms raised high, the Zoggit Boss—now calling himself Chief Zoggit—looked out over the sea of green. His grin stretched wide, jagged tusks gleaming. "I AM THE Zoggit BOSS! I AM THE STRONGEST, THE TOUGHEST, AND THE MOST FLAVORFUL BOSS!" he bellowed, chest puffed with pride.
The assembled orks cheered and hollered, stomping their feet. "I called ya all 'ere 'cause I'm feelin' real happy today," Chief Zoggit continued, nodding to himself. "An' happiness is best when shared! The happiest thing is what I just realized—there's so many of ya bosses now! So many, in fact, that I ain't just a boss anymore." He paused dramatically, scanning the crowd. "I PROMOTED MESELF!"
The other bosses blinked, their minds struggling to catch up. Chief Zoggit glared at their slow reaction. "I AM DA CHIEF NOW! THAT AIN'T GOOD NEWS?"
That got the response he wanted. "Ula! Ula!" the orks bellowed.
"OH OH OH, CHIEF Zoggit IS DA STRONGEST! CHIEF Zoggit IS DA TOUGHEST! CHIEF Zoggit IS DA SMELLIEST!"
"WE'RE SO HAPPY TODAY!"
Chief Zoggit smirked, nodding. This was proper. "An' don't worry, I'm loyal! I ain't forgettin' ya lot. Since I'm the Chief now, all you bosses—you're bosses even harder!"
Another round of cheers—though this one had a slightly hollow enthusiasm. After all, they'd already been bosses. They'd just been smart enough not to call themselves that while Zoggit was around. Still, Zoggit was pleased. This was going very well. "Now," he continued, "there's more happy news! Our great mekboy, Grimgutz, has been turned to ash by humies!"
There was a brief moment of hesitation before the orks cheered again. "Oh! I'm so gray!"
A few of the smarter orks hesitated. 'Wait… that's… not good news, right? Sure, it meant there was an open spot for a new mekboy, but why should everyone be happy about it?'
Chief Zoggit ignored the uncertainty, beaming at them like a teacher watching students struggle with a simple math problem. "Ya lot look confused. But it's simple! Da humies got brave. They actually fought back. They didn't just run away screamin' or die all weak-like." He grinned. "They even had some that danced their way into battle!"