As we are blessed with the honour of being the official scribe and biographer of the Great Warlord Moondog, we have taken it upon ourselves to make public a record of the conquests and adventures of the His Greeness, Heir Apperent to the Darkmoon Throne. This space shall serve our purposes well, and shall soon be overflowing with our illuminations and epic prose relating the ongoing glory of the Moondoggian Era as it unfolds, for we are known by many names in many circles, and we have been educated in the languages of many races and machines, and the skill of Irk Gibwort is reknowned well beyond the courts of Orkdom, even if the author is an enigmatic lurking shadow. But enough about our humble selves, for we must now make way for a tale of the Grim Prince Moondog, for he is on the march; the war-torn world of Armageddon trembles beneath the iron shod feet of millions of ork warriors, united under the Waaugh of Ghazghull Mag Uruk Thraka. Warlord Overdog, reigning Darkmoon King and Moondog's Overlord has answered Ghazghull's call with the the full hosts of Skumrokk, Mordur, Zagrokk, and the entire Gargnaz Armada. Smashing through the Imperial attempts to blockade the invaders, Overdog's forces make planetfall on the icy Netheria Penninsula in the southern reaches of Armageddon and rapidly establish a stronghold that becomes known as Orkwik Airfield. Continual air strikes and supply missions in support of offensives against Imperial strongholds and hive cities on the main continent of Armageddon Secundus make Orkwik a constant threat against Imperial defence, and before long the airfield is besieged by desperate Guardsmen with orders to stop air missions or die in the attempt. The whine of shells becomes constant and the lanscape quickly turns from windblown virgin snow to charred rock and blasted craters. Orkwik holds firm, but the noose of human beseigers draws ever tighter, and Overdog knows that unless something is done it is only a matter of time before he is overrun. It is then that Moondog steps forward with a cunning plan - an airlift of a strike force deep behind enemy lines. A new offensive thrust from outside the blockade could cut off the enemy's lines of supply, and break the seige. It is bold and daring, a good-sounding plan to Overdog's ears - so good that he wants to go himself; but the Weirdboy prophet Bez Bez persuades him to stay - The Eye of Gork is upon you, and the humans' gaze is transfixed by your power, but the Eye of Mork is upon Moondog, and he will pass from this place as a shadow, and return as a knife in the back of our enemies. (I have taken poetic lisence with the Orkish, but this was the essence of his prophesy) It was then decided that the Darkmoon King would stay at Orkwik and give the besiegers cause to curse their emperor from their frozen foxholes while Moondog would board a Kargo ship and slip away into the Netherian wastelands. Hidden amoung a flight of Fighta-Bommaz on their way to Armageddon Secundus was "Da Buzzard", a dilapidated but sturdy aircraft loaded with a strike force of hand-picked ork warriors, artillery, vehicles but no provisions; they would travel light, and eat on the march - the spoils of war would fill their bellies and fuel the fires of battle that would eventually consume the human gitz. The pilots put down and the task force disembarked under harsh weather. Da Buzzard was established as a field HQ and patrols were sent to reconnoiter the area; Da Plan was underway. What follows is an account of what the Imperial forces have come to call the South Netherian Ork Offensive of the 3rd Armageddon War; to da Boyz in Moondog's Mob it was an operation known as "Mork's Dagga". Dylan - March 8, 2001