The Orks' cries of pain went on as TATSUMI lowered the energy charge of its railguns and began systematically executing the living Orks with low-yield energy slugs to the body. It wanted to kill the Orks but leave the bodies as intact as possible for Esdeath to Neblade. That's why it didn't use the SHEAR blades as that was overkill. Esdeath would most assuredly give it permission to use those against the more numerous Orks after she got enough to eat. Speaking of Esdeath, she was finishing off the last Orks when she slid between two of them, twin ice-made swords in hand that she used to swiftly cut them down at the knees.
With them done with, she stopped her ice ride and jumped in front of TATSUMI that was standing by for further orders now that there were no more enemies. She sauntered over to her beloved toy with near-delirious joy expressed on her face.
"That was a wonderful warm-up, TATSUMI. Your mobility and weapon systems are working with no signs of error. Tell me, how does your body feel? Is there any delay of movement I need to calibrate?
The mech bike's cockpit pulsed blue several quick times and a young, synthesized voice echoed from its body. "All combat and auxiliary systems are operating at 100% efficiency, Mother, however, there is a delay of movement upon synaptic commands due to a need for more accurate calibrations. I am still capable of waging war against the green maggot sacks, Mother."
"Awww, I'll be sure to open you up and fix your body when this war is over, TATSUMI. You do a good enough job impressing Mommy and the Queen and I'll be sure to get you that wide-area burst, positron phalanx cannon you have been waiting for Frija to finish." If it were possible for a machine with no legit face, the bike would have been giving a big toothy smile. The fact that the A.I. was that of a young, genocidal mamma's boy just added more creepiness to Esdeath's character.
"Thank you, Mother," it said as it knelt to bring its head closer to her. It made for quite a touching sight. "I knew I made the right choice instead of trying to cut your entrails open upon my first time being scolded. Good things do come to those who are patient." So much for the touching scene.
Instead of being horrified, Esdeath was (you guessed it) smiling lovingly as she cupped the sides of TATSUMI's large head. "There's a reason you're a child only a mother like me could love, TATSUMI, and that just makes you even more special." A loud crackle several miles away from a salvo from a Leviathan smoldering scores of approaching Fly Boyz with its irradiation turrets. "You will provide overwatch for me as I Neblade these brainless meat sacks. Mommy loves you, TATSUMI."
"Orders received and confirmed. I love you as well, Mother. Beginning overwatch duty." She nuzzled her face to the "head" before letting it go. Its anti-gravity systems whirred with more power and it shot up about forty meters into the air where it stayed hovering and scanning the surroundings.
Esdeath looked over the eight dozen Ork corpses that laid, or stood, frozen upon death. For all who didn't know her, they would wonder how she would eat all of that, both physically and storing it in her stomach. Well, a Valkyrian didn't naturally have the organs and physiology to excrete wastes, including urination, because their digestive systems were so absurdly powerful compared to a human's that the digestive fluids in their bodies devoured everything while their organs for absorbing the nutrients used EVERY bit of what they ate or drank. The Valkyrians' stomach acids were stronger than a Xenomorph's blood, capable of melting some of the toughest metals used outside of Valkyrian warships and Life Armament. Since they evolved from eating raw ores and such back in their home world's cave systems, their organs could absorb a chunk of metal within minutes. All of that energy went into super-powering the body, giving the Valkyrians their natural insanely disproportionate physical capabilities.
Esdeath stood before her and TATSUMI's slaughter field and raised her hands into the air as if giving praise to the Queen. The ice around the field rose from the ground and into the air, carrying the Orks' corpses with them as they conjoined into a massive ball of flesh and steel with a layer of ice covering it like the crust layer of a planet. Bringing her arms down, she slapped her hands together, eliciting a small shockwave from the power within it but its purpose became known as the ice layer crushed and compacted the corpses within. With her hands still together, Esdeath slid them in opposite directions like she was scrapping dust off her hands.
The ice ball thick layer of ice split even down the middle, keeping to the curve of the sphere and creating a second inner layer of ice which formed hundreds of small blades within the layer and pointing into the flesh ball. With that motion done, the inner layer began rotating rapidly independently from the motionless outer sphere. The spinning ball of blades began cutting the packed ball of flesh like a blender from all sides. Flesh and metal were cut alike and with cold efficiency.
This meat grinder continued for a full minute before she slid her hands back into place against one another, stopping the grinding. She turns her hands to make it look like she's holding a rope and pulls back on one hand. A cone extends from the ice layers until its point is in front of her lips. The Orc slush is soon funneled through the cone where she catches it with her mouth. The total idea was both morbid and comical as she stood there drinking the bodies of a hundred Orks.
As she was drinking, Esdeath began to see all of the memories of the Orks, some spanning decades and others merely months since they sprouted from the ground like weeds. She saw all of the lives these Orks had killed, smashed, shot, stabbed, clubbed, ate, and eviscerated. She saw and heard all of the screams of their victims as if she was the one committing the crime. Their cries for help and mercy or for their loved ones rang like a massive cacophony of rhythm-less instruments right in her head.
One of the Orks bit the head clean off of an infant while its mother was stabbed repeatedly by its companion.
Another charged across the defensive line of some colonial defenders, swinging its "choppa" weapon to crush a much smaller human.
While this was going on, the hundreds of gallons of Ork slush was draining at a quick pace but there was so much still. A salvo of missiles from TATSUMI flies out and bombards a curious group of Orks before they could even get within a mile of her.