Da Green Tide

Bazdreg Gitkrumper blinked against the early morning dual sunrise glaring though the squig hide flap of his Boss-hut and slowly untangled himself from his scrap-built, trophy topped throne. Near half a dozen other Orks lay in various positions of post-quaffing stupor snoring loudly, the sensation assaulting stench of fungus beer puddles mixing pungently with that of alcohol-loosened bowels.

In the post awakening moments he could almost see and hear snatches of the dream the binary suns of this squigs-arse of a system had awoken him to.
Fire, Blood, Screams (humie screams, not Orky roars) and laughter.. rolling rumbling laughter that seemed to both push though the ground up into his gutz and likewise from the purple tinged sky down into his brain.. He could almost see a shape like a long green finger pointing.. pointing at him and smiling.. the stars were smiling? No, stars don’t smile and they don’t make shapes in the sky, at least not ones recognisable as any glyphs HE knew..
‘BAAAAZDREG’… the words seemed to arrive in his ears even though the snoring of his Nobz would drown out a 4 Stomper pile-up. Bazdreg wriggled an enormous claw in his ear .
‘BAAAAAAZDREG… get krumpin for me and my brother.. Derz gitz ter smash..Waaaaaaaaagh!’

A monumental shiver ran down Bazdreg’s spine..
‘GERRUP!!’ He roared, planting an enormous iron-shod boot into the ribs of the nearest snoring Green monster. ‘GERRUP ya lazy gitz!! I’z heard it.. I’z heard it direct from GORK iz-self!!!’
Some low rumbling grumbling announced the awakening of the other Orks and they blinked hard, looking at him standing in the doorway, light streaming in from behind him and a faintly green glow in his eyes.
‘What da zoggin eckz going on Boss?’ Asked a large ork through a metal grilled jaw-guard, rusted with beer.
‘Get da mekz ta load da Liftas and tell da Sky-truks to get ready ta leave.. Derz gitz all across dis bit’o space n’dey fink Orks is summit ta laff at.. well, Gork sez dere time bein all cozy iz over.. da time of da Orkz iz ere an itz UZ wotz gonna show it to em!! Get da ladz movin, we got Gitz ter krump fer GORK!!
Waaaaaaagh!!!’