Part Two:  Observer

Sgt.Hawk, Lieutenant Titus, and Vikki Grimm would soon setout to locate and find  Titus's squad of the newest Primaris Space Marines, as well as the rest of Bravo Company on the hobby mat at the desk. The tiny trio would move cautiously and stick together as to cover each other's rear incase more spiders and cockroaches would show up.

"We best be careful, where there is one spider or cockroach, there's plenty more" sarge said to Vikki and the Astartes.

"Hopefully the rest of Bravo Company hasn't been swarmed by bugs  already. What about your friends, Titus?" vikki asked as they moved.

"My Battle Brothers are strong and will fight with the Emperor's fervor, but we must indeed hurry regardless" Titus responded to her as his loud resin power armored boots would clank with each step.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the trio, they were secretly being monitored from afar. This time however, it wasn't from a blue spy. In fact, it was a pair of binoculars being held by an comparably miniscule plastic being. The creature was tiny, even for a resin being and yet painted green. They had long ears with a huge down pointed nose, and were a simple  brown painted loincloth.  

"OI! Et zeems one of da blue beakies made em selves some mates! I'z best go brag about it to Da Boss!"  the tiny being said.

The little goblin like creature would begin to scurry off towards a nearby comparably gigantic instruction  book and climb down the side of it's spine before rapidly scurrying over towards a nearby measuring stick which was a sort of makeshift bridge to the other table. As they would get close they would gulp and try not to look down as they sheepishly would try to slowly cross across the comparably massive measuring stick.

"Don't look down, don't look down!" they would mutter to themselves as they would try to focus on their balance across the treacherous and narrow ruler.

Fortune would favor the tiny creature as they would eventually make it to the other desk. The other desk was filled with massive rulebooks, and painted terrain as well as set pieces. Unlike the other table, this one was where things were more assembled, primed, and painted. However, it looked like a lot of terrain pieces were placed here by the human giants.

"Which way wuz et again? Oh zog et!" the tiny green big eared being would mutter to themselves until they would find a big red painted skull on the side of some books and taped on.

"DA BOSS'S PLACE" would be painted on the side of one such books in big red letters.

"Oh, rite den" the being said as they nodded and followed the signs.

Eventually, the miniscule green painted goblin like being they would follow the direction of the arrow and go behind some books to reveal a massive encampment, or what would be a bunch of terrain pieces put together in the position of a large fortress. These were being guarded and manned by larger, more ferocious, and better armed and armored green painted beings. However, they were more muscular, larger, and better armed with overly large weaponry as they looked down at him. 

"Oi! Wut do ya scrawny grot 'ave ta report?" one of the larger beings positioned atop one of the terrain pieces that were very ramshackle in appearance.

"Well, well..I-I'z saw one of those big blue beakies c'mon dis way! Dey were with some green gitz wiv em, but dey looked all ummie like! I'z guess dey ain't proppa Orks!" the tiny being shouted up to one of the guards.

"Da zoggin beakies with da ummie gitz? Grrff! U'z best not be lyin boy or u'z getin a taste of me shoota!" the guard threatened.

"No no! I'z tellin da Gork'z honest troof!  We'z maybe 'avin some beakie gitz ta krump and loot fer Da Boss, honest!" the goblin being shouted back.

"Grrr, all rite den! I'z let ya go ya scrawny grot, but if Boss Dakkamasta finds out yer' lyin den yer's gonna be squig food!" the sentry stated.

At this the tiny goblin like being gazing upwards while below the plastic encampment walls would suddenly gulp and slowly nod their head bug eyed head. They would then proceed to scurry inside the fortification's perimeter. Inside the plastic encampment was a crowded and sprawling, but chaotic place. There were larger green painted beings all over the interior, as well as wobbly and ramshackle vehicles all spewing out tiny amounts of exhaust and rambunctiously moving around. 

There was all sort of commotion going on within the encampment. From races, to gunfire, and even infighting and sparring matches. The camp was littered with these larger and more muscular green beings, but they seemed to be preoccupied with arguing, fighting, and bartering amongst themselves. 

The pitter patter of the tiny goblin's feet as they would narrowly avoid bumping into and angering the larger and more aggressive green beings would be drowned out by all of the commotion and roughhousing. They would try their best to not step on anyone's toes, or not be stepped on themselves as they would skillfully navigate around the chaotic mess of the camp.

"Scuze me, outta da way! I'z got a speshul message fer Da Boss! Et's very important!" the tiny being would should as they would move through the crowd.

"Grr! Watch where yer going ya squigly grot! I'z gonna krump ya if u'z get near me again!" one of them shouted at him as he would rush past them.

"Sorry, don't 'ave time, gotz a message fer Boss Dakkamasta!" the goblin would say as he would hoof it towards a big papermache and improvised structure with a paper sign with a toothpick holding it up simply saying "DA BOSS's PLACE".

As he would scurry up to the building, it would be guarded by even two towering and larger green beings simply referred  to by the other's as 'Nobz'. They would look down at the comparably  miniscule goblin and give him a stern warning growl as he neared them. 

"Wut business  u'z ave 'ere, runt?" one of the guards asked them.

"I-I'z got a speshul message for Boss Dakkamasta, we'z gonna a've company!" the goblin exclaimed.

"Company? Why'z don't u'z tell me so I can tell Da Boss, eh?" one other guard asked.

"Nuh uh! It'z supa secret and if I'z don't tell em good I'z be in trouble!" the goblin said.

"Ugh! Oh, alright Nizwit. U'z go inside and brag to Da Boss, but if u'z iz wrong.." one of the Nobz stated.

"I'z know da drill, now lemme through!" nizwit replied.

The two towering green guards begrudgingly  moved out of the way, thus allowing Nizwit to scurry on through the entrance of the structure. Inside was what looked like that which could only be compared to a warlord's personal throne room. While it wasn't as lavish it had a lot of plastic bits and weapons scattered all over the ground and in piles, as with other bits and bobbles to show wealth and luxury amongst their kind.

Nizwit had to resist the natural urge to steal anything as he would scurry up and towards a massive green plastic being. This one however was unlike the others in that they were far larger and huge. The being was in some sort of heavy and bulky plastic armor.  In one hand they had a kitbashed machine gun and in the other they were holding a huge and mighty axe with even cogwheels attached to the end. The being towered over Nizwit but suddenly looked down at them with his red glowing eye.

"Oi! If it isn't me favorite lil grot Nizwit, wut u'z doing in me Boss Tent?" the larger plastic being said in a rather curious and slightly jovial manner.

"Boss! I'z got BIG news! D'ere iz some of those big beakie boyz out d'ere and they're coming with some green ummie gitz! Sounds like a rite und proppa opportunity ta fite em and loot em, yeh?" nizbit asked the Boss.

"WUT? Some SPACE MARINES und some ummie gitz a 'comin dis way?!?" the boss exclaimed in a rather excited manner as suddenly the large plastic being's greed would suddenly overtake his contemplative thought.

"Yeah, yeah boss! I'z reckon if we ambush em and krump em we can loot em good!" nizwit replied.

"Hur hur! I'z knew u'z were me lucky grot Nizwit, now take uz to em!" the boss said.

"Uhh, well um..dey'z across  Da Scrawny Bridge Boss. Et'z a bit too small for your imposin self,,  but u'z could get some Deffkopta's to go lookin fer em!" nizwit replied.

"Nizwit, I like yer finkin! I'll gather DA BOYZ so we can ambush em and have us a rite und proppa, WAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!" the Boss said as he would finish off with a yell.