I love da smell o' DAKKA in da mornin'

[Katidid]

*Kaptin Kati followed her intuition, as much as a random swath of carnage, through the Imperator. Pausing (briefly) from unloading a near infinite hail of dakka to listen for the telltale WAAAAAAAGH of her warboss, stepping over the corpse of Space Marine, Imperial Office, and Battle Sister, victims of Daizy's insatiable and indiscriminate bloodlust. Her Mega Mob guard tethering the bodies to a sled and dragging them behind him.... one must never forget the loot.... or da teef. While she could have probably reach her destination far earlier, fighting detours were common, as she was just as much addicted to the sound of Daizy as using her. Finally reaching a sealed bulkhead Kati can hear the distinct ferocious battle cry of her Warboss just behind it. *

Wez ain't a fan of deelayz iz we Daizy! GET KRUMPLED DOOR!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!
*As she begins to unload Daizy, point blank into the door, the head from the 13 barrels generate immense amounts of heat, so much so that the air in front of vaporizes, much like a multi-melta. In seconds the bulk head buckles and collapses, sending Daizy's deadly payload screaming down the hallway, obliterating more of the emperor's boys just beyond it*

DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA BWAAHAHAHAAHAH!!!!! NOW DIS IZ A ROIGHT AN PROPA WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!! Kaptin Kati ready' for some REAL stompin' Boss!

*Stepping through the threshold, the two paragons of Ork-dom, reunited again, humanity, no, the universe, collectively shudders*