Zed was here to capitalize on some very chance knowledge. He had always been lucky. That is how he got as far as he had, even if this far was not terribly advanced. Looking at Zed, though, you would hardly figure an ork to be lucky since he was more machine than green-skin. His right side leg and arm were both completely bionic, jaw and even most of his insides had been automated. That considered, one need not guess that the exhaust shooting like stacks from his shoulders were more likened to a lung than decoration.

Zed was lucky because he knew things and even considering his mangled form and his past, he was lucky to be breathing if even through pipes. What Zed knew was in fact exactly what the Imperium knew of the planet all the way down to the size of the Imperial force, deployment, armaments...

even little things like its relative galactic time, which told you when you could expect the governor to take tea, but more importantly shift detail...

...everything...

Knowledge was power. Orks knew a different sort of power not founded on intense intellectual study, but given the right leader they could make use of it to a terrible bloody end just as well as any frenzied bionic-armed surgeon with chain-axe in hand...