It was just one Ork, or Cybork more accuratley judging from his metal-to-meat ration, leading an enourmous army of pale humies. Even stranger was that all these humies were yelling, and swearing much like orks. Their faces were painted red, just like orks. They swung huge choppas, and and gunz, just like orks. And they all yelled WAAAAGH!, just like orks. And yet they weren't orks. In their confusion the cybork charged down the ruins of the cube into the thickest of the ork mob, the humies close behind him, chopping and shooting in all directions. After the initial shock, the Orks redoubled, suddenly aware of a new enemy to fight. The Orks whooped and laughed as they came down on the humies, but for some reason they didn't die as easily as the humies. Chop one in half, and it didn't die, it still shopped, and shot and cussed until an ork would stomp on his skull. Blast a hole in his torso, and the humie would keep going. The Orks were of course, put off by these un-humie humies, but at the same time they delighted in the new blood. The Cybork, crush another skull in his powerklaw, as he spied the leaders of the two clans, who just moments ago were fighting each other, now forgetting that either one existed.