Capt. Septumis realizing the tenuous position of the Imperials led a lighting counter-attack against the Ork’s threatening the imperial’s right flank. Bringing together his surviving brother marines and the recently arrived 20th Macragge PDF Septumis moved rapidly against the Orkish threat. Approching at night the imperial forces were set to unleash hell, but before the orders to fire could be given the Imperial approach was discovered by an alert ork bike squad. The ork’s who, celebrating their recent victory over “dem umies” where sluggish due to being inebriated, and approached in a staggered formation. Unfortunately the orks advanced into the guns of pre-sighted imperial artillery and suffered extensive losses under the guidance of the PDF ordnance officer. Big Warboss Grognik Da Rumbla unable to wait the time it would have taken for his trukk to bring him to the enemy kick his pass-out drunk weird-boy awake and shoved a gun into his face to, “mak em an is’ boyz’ telleeportz! NOW!!!!” stumbling to his feet the weird boy burped in acknowledgment, however being drunk and attempting to manifest warp powers never ends well, and after failing to, “telleeport!” twice the weird boy managed to pull the Grognik and his nobs into the warp. The Imperial line advanced gunning down all ork’s within range, with targets being prioritized by Capt. Septumis. Under the withering and precise gun fire, and in the absence of Grognik the Orkish line crumbled. As Capt. Septumis surveyed the wreckage of the battlefield Grognik was not to be found anywhere. Grognik never reappeared from the warp after he entered into it. Being denyed his revenage Capt. Septumis finds this triumph over the greenskins hollow. The Imperium suffered only minor losses, and Septumis will continue his hunt for Grognik, but he must turn his attention towards the Imperium flagging war effort.A dark patch of rock on a desolate moon in the Tiskar system is lit by a flash of brilliant green light. A mob of hulking figures materialize. They stand, blinking oafishly, and take in their new surroundings. The Ultramarines are gone. One of them, by far larger than the rest, begins a low growl in his throat. He soon breaks out into a full fledged roar of berserk rage. Grognik, consumed by furry that he missed, "da big fight wid da blue beakie boyz" lays about him, clubbing his retinue of Meganobz into unconsciousness. After his rage subsides he sits quietly a top the corpse of the addle-brained Weird Boy who brought him here. Grognik begins doing something all together un-Ork like. He begins to think. Deep within his somewhat unhinged brainstuff an animal cunning awakens. The marine Boss is dead. By Mork, Grognik will smash him into blue paste. But first, he will need more Boyz and a different approach to war. Something all together more sneaky.