From an outer picket, Augurs report a cloaked object zipping by.

They weren't sure it was a space craft, as it was so small and so quick,

but they pass along the info for safety sake.

later on, nearby stations also report an anomaly.

you, an important RT, are having delicate negotiations with a Space Marine

Captain, concerning an impending crusade the two of you may join.

Then from out of nowhere, in a courtyard near you, a clunky drop ship roars

down out of the stratosphere, and a deff squad of huge nobs piles out.

They assault your compound mightily, setting off melta-bombs as they go.

The platoon of Orks moves away from you and the Captain, and while you're deciding

what to do, your house troops get the macro-cannons online and your palatial

turrets rake down the offending xenos.

The Captain is moderately impressed, and wonders if you did not stage this

attack for him to see., but then his Tech-Marine is about to speak, and the forgotten

drop-ship interrupts by blasting off Orion-Style and roaring back away from your planet.

You honestly protest you had no knowledge of any Orks.

The tech-marine resumes and tells you two that the entire time of the assault,

the drop ship was heavily scanning the veranda where you and the Captain were talking.

The captain surmises the attack was a distraction for info gathering, but of what?

no takers, huh ?

RT: what was that all about ?!?

SMC: Techmarine ?

Tech: the scans seemed to be of a physical nature, rather than a bio-scan, sir.

and not from an auspex that looks at power signatures.

They seemed to have radared, x-rayed, and seismically scanned

with high accuracy (for non-imperial tech) density, mass, composition, etc.

RT: Why ?!?

Tech: ask the Ordo Xeno, sir.

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well what the Ork Kommander wanted was extremely accurate data in how much

a Space Marine and all his gear weighed. Months later, a Waaugh rumbles through

the sub-sector, and sure enough, each Ork trooper has been training and every one

of them is capable to Clean and Jerk a fully armed and armored Space Marine over their head.

So they were doing the Orkish Highland Games?

that a weird Ork plan... love it

so when do they hit the IWE Imperium Wresting Entertainment

Alva lejun ork Kommandos : Being secretive and mysterious while everybody is trying to guess just what the hell they are up to.