🧨💥🦎Wot da... Weird. Dis post just a picta' ova Salamander gettin' chucked up inna sky by some kinda weird boom?
An' dere's a buncha white photos zoomin' out...
Wot da zog iz goin' on?
Dis WAS supposed ta be a post about da Ork Kommandos, an' 'ow cunnin', sneaky, manipulative an' dead clevah' dey can be.
Kommandos are right peculiar Orks. Dey're said ta be some o' da cleverest, usin' all sorts o' VERY un-Orky tactics, like talkin', plannin', huntin', sneakin', invadin', manip'latin' an', somehow actually bein' kinda... Competent.
'Cause o' dat, Kommandos are usually kept away from da rest o' Ork society until dere Boss needs dere services... Or until dey get as Bored a squig nothin' tuh chomp on.
Dey're masters o' camo, which is dead strange fer Orks, 'cause most Orks love showin' off dere colours, dere gear, an' how loud an' fighty dey are.
Da Bad Moons, fer example, wiv all dere crazy yellow gear an' dere taste fer showin' off dere bling, are pretty much da exact opposite o' Kommandos in just about every way.
