After a long while of building in secret, project Monarch has finally been completed. It rises from the surface of Eriero into orbit.

"This took long enough Ogbur, what caused all the delay? I was growing impatient."
The orc in front of Gash the Golden didn't seem to like this insulting.
"Delay, delay? Do you know how long it took me to develop these disclaunchers? How long it took to build this baby from the ground up, the liters of urine we needed to collect for the orange paint? How else did you think we got the yellow pigment to mix with the red blood?"
"I don't care about how much you've done, you miserable piece of shrakh! I'm the one in charge here!"
"One day Gash, I'm gonna shove a burning tree so far up your butt your friends think you're a dragon."
"What did you say?"
"I said nothing... Now, isn't it best if if we head towards the boss, yeah?"
Gash gives Ogbur one last suspicious look.
"Sure..."