The plan was simple. She would be launched out from the hangar and once she made touchdown on the planet's surface, she would Neblade a few Orks and adopt a portion of the Ork gene to give her access to the WAAAGH! From there, she would place a Generator that would reassemble the atoms of her ground force and they would make way to the source of the psychic distributed WAAAGH! where the Warboss was located. While the main forces of the Orks were busy with the distractions caused by the invasion forces, her group would cut the head off of the snake.
She was tenderly stroking the side of it when a low whirring noise different from the usual sounds of maintenance within the hangar got her attention. A large cargo lift was lowering from an upper level and on it stood the Grand Primal Commander (G.P.C.) of Outer Heaven's armada.
She could have just used the hive link or projected a massive hologram. It seems she has been planning for an occasion like this since mechanical lifts like those fell out of practical use millennia ago. How childish! The idea that the Grand Primal Commander would install something so archaic just to look more dramatic gave her a little laughing fit that she managed to keep to herself.
Activity in the hangar stopped as the G.P.C.'s hive signature/psychic link (for the non-organics) was detected with them. Hundreds looked up to their commander as the lift stopped several dozen feet above their heads. She gave off an impressive aura that demanded respect and attention not because of her rank and station but from her experience in the rituals of war.
She was a Valkyria-Major due to her looks. Bronze skin that even for Majors seemed darker and more weathered, orange eyes that remained a bright as a child's yet with none of the warmth or naivety, and messy, spiky white hair with a braid down her back seemed a bit on the grayish side—these were signs that she earned her position by moving up through warfare and not because of some connections, not that the Empress would tolerate that kind of favoritism for a second.
Her standing stature of 6'8 with all the ruggedness of a long time veteran with none of the slack of a senior, at 3,829 years old, her differences only made her more immaculate to those under her command or looked up to her.
All of her soldiers were equal under her sight; equal in status outside of rank, in value, and in battle. While her strategies often times resort in minimal casualties, she hasn't been afraid to lay the truth down when she believes some or many won't survive a battle but that has never stopped the Valkyrians before. The only idea of death they believe in is not having their body Nebladed by a friend, relative, or successor, and that was low nowadays since each Valkyria had a built-in teleportation unit that would activate upon complete flat line of all bodily functions to bring their bodies back to the ship's morgue. Even the A.I.s didn't fear death since their memory banks would be automatically transferred to another available unit upon destruction of their body.
She roamed her gaze over each of the soldiers, both organics, synthetics, and cybernetics.
"Everyone knows why we're here. These Xenos, these Orks, have attacked our people in both space and atmosphere. They dared to attack our colony multiple times for the sole reason of claiming our 'stuff' was theirs because they said so. I have not been insulted as a Valkyria in such a very long time and I don't intend for any of us here to tolerate such disrespect. Their fleets have been burned to ashes under the light of our Immortal Queen's fury and even now, she is disrupting as much of their psychic link as she can while not destroying the trail leading to their 'Warboss'."
A large hologram projection of the current galaxy appears around her. She lifts her hands and places it at a point on the Eastern Fringe of the galaxy, on the inside of one of its long, trailing arms.
"We're currently in what we're assuming to be the Eastern Fringe of the galaxy, though since the Orks do not care for the details, we can't say for sure the name of the specific region we're in is called." She panned closer, showing a cluster of star systems with a blinking blue dot indicating the colony the Valkyrians had. "Our colony 'Phafenze' was attacked by several fleets coming from this planet system. As we already have confirmed this with the recent massacre of their fleets, we have now isolated the Ork force onto this planet we'll be designating 'Justification.' Information regarding their gestalt psychic field and their mentality has already been given out and if you haven't looked it over by now then I'm shooting you out of the nearest airlock."
She pokes one system which expands to show an enlarged version of their current system, even showing real time events such as the dwindling space battle going on. "The enemy in space is of no more concern and now we set our sights on the Warboss of this WAAAGH! Earlier Neblading identify this cluster of Orks as a splinter group from an even more massive WAAAGH! under the command of Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka, a recently elevated warboss and self-proclaimed 'prophet' of their two gods who is currently leading the largest WAAAGH! ever recorded in this galaxy against the 'Imperium of Mankind,' a branch of humans in this galaxy that have been a major power on the galactic stage for the past 40,000 years."
Images from the memories Nebladed which were uploaded into the computers on the ship Outer Heaven which was sent out to all ships popped up, displaying a massive Ork covered in scrap metal armor, a large metal claw and large gun in the left and right hand respectively, fitted with a large skull hung on a pole above and behind his head. More pictures showed these Space Marines which looked far more massive and impressive than the ones they just got done dealing with.
"The Orks and this Imperium of Mankind have been bitter enemies since they first met so no love will be lost if we happen to destroy this group. There'll be plenty of Nebladings to go around and the Queen has expressed an interest in engaging in continued war with these Orks to basically 'farm' their massive numbers for our people to consume. Given the Orks' way of reproducing, we can quite literally grow them like crops and cut them down like grain once their numbers are high enough. She has planned this in hopes of evolving our Minor population into Majors. The species would only greatly benefit from this as well."
She flicked the images over to the side and opened up an up close image of the planet, showing millions of settlements with Orks numbering in the thousands.
"Because this group has been splintered off, another warboss has taken command to continue their mindless rampage. The Orks call him 'Oggaluz 'the Fire Storm". He favors pyro weaponry and explosives, suited for his tastes in battle." An image showed a large Ork, though not as big as Ghazghkull, with mechanical parts over majority of his body leading his forces across whatever planets happen to be in the way of his splintered WAAAGH!
"He has shown to have no qualms with attacking whomever happens to be in his warpath so our Queen has ordered his complete humiliation and destruction." She expands an area of land outside of a large Ork concentration, showing dusty fields. "Prime Luvos Primal Esdeath will do an orbital drop here. Once she has Nebladed as many Orks as necessary, she'll link her new psychic signature with the rest of the WAAAGH!, tracing the source to the source where Oggaluz should be. Once she has his location, she'll plant the Generator for the rest of her unit to re-materialize. These Orks have power with their numbers and it'll be easy to get overrun, so once her group starts, the rest of the planetary invasion forces will commence attacks against the rest of the Ork settlements following a brief bombardment by Type-33s.. The Queen wants us to refrain from blasting away the crust of the planet as well as leaving the Ork corpses somewhat intact for us to feed on so the DFHs will not be using their 'Annihilation-class payload.'"
The hologram disappears as the briefing winds down. "The total destruction of the enemy is this operation's main objective. Failure is not an option and I won't have the Queen doubting our power for one instant. Your Primals have their orders. Esdeath will be dropping in nine minutes. Happy hunting, Valkyrians. For the glory of the Queen and Prince!"
"FOR THE GLORY OF THE QUEEN AND PRINCE!" Everyone parroted.