A Warhammer 40,000 Supplement by: Sean Butler 1997
"Too many zoggin' grots an' not enuf propa boyz; datz da problem!", shouted Frizzik Naffbark, the Blood Axe warboss. Tamdrik winced as his patron went on one of his frustrated tirades. Frizzik was hardly a tactical or strategic genius- in fact, he was renowned as one of the most inept warbosses in the galaxy. In contrast, his quiet assistant, Tamdrik, had kept a close study while Frizzik fruitlessly pored over various notes on the art of war. Every battle, Tamdrik paid close attention to what tactics worked and which ones ended up in disaster. As a result, Tamdrik was quite the competent general- except noone knew that, including Tamdrik, and he wasn't exactly in a position to demonstrate his considerable abilities.
"Okay, so den dis is wot I guess we'z iz gonna do: da fif grot mob will charge da 'umies' 'eavy stubba defenses over dere, whilez da forf and firs grot mobz will take out dat barracks, and da rest of da grots and da boyz and me will go afta da mota-pool. Got it, Durvi?"
"Sure, boss," mumbled Durvi Skragalug without much enthusiasm. He was even less tactically inclined than Frizzik, but was a hardened veteran. He felt much more comfortable embedding his axe in things than discussing strategy. So, of course, Frizzik chose him as a right-hand man and top advisor. After all, he always went with Frizzik's plans.
"Uh, boss?", squeaked Tamdrik.
"Yah, wot, ya git?"
"I wuz jus lookin at da plan, boss, and, well, las time ya tried dat, da ladz all got... "
"Wot, ya think ya knowz da stragedy better dan Frizzik? Zoggin grot! Dat's because dem weedy grots couldn't fight ta save dere own skin! Worse den 'umies! Now, shaddup, ya wurfless ... 'av some boot levver!" And with that, Frizzik booted Tamdrik halfway across the room.
Suddenly, something deep within Tamdrik snapped- a certain fire lit behind his little eyes... He slinked up behind Frizzik and quickly snatched his boltpistol from its holster, and before Frizzik realized what was going on, Tamdrik had emptied half the magazine into his back. Durvi blinked as he visibly switched over into 'fight mode', but the short delay was enough time to allow Tamdrik to bring the weapon to bear on him and drain the remainder of the clip. Tamdrik reloaded and charged out of the command hut, where a small group of gretchin were chattering excitedly.
"Ladz... I dunno about youz, but I've 'ad about enuf."