"WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH" Dush roared as the grethins assaulted him with floor tiles and other maceshift weapons, there might be many of them, but he had propah loot, maybe thats why he had to fleee from grukks tibe befre he got smashed to bits, but still, he had bettah then them. And even thouht the many grething where waying on him, with their sheer numbers, he was still of the faceeater tribe, and to survive under grukk, you had to be a tough boy, "WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH" he roared again, letting the power of waaaagh flow through him, he would show theses damn grethin who was boss, even if he had to stomp all of dem, or die trying.
"One claims himself king of the toilets. So they made somewhat a monarchy, it's quite entertaining if you watch the security feed." Two were stomped with a foot, roughly three died per swing, especially since they ended up stabbing each other by accident or by the force of the big Ork. They were reduced to half their number during the minute, but they did not give up just yet... The Ork bled out of various wounds, but it was more of an annoying scratch like that by a feline animal rather than anything life threatening.
"That would be fun to watch! Can we peek in now? Kinda curious how Dush the ORK is doing." Not sure why he was taking so long but this could show him.
"OIM DA DARN BOSS YU DAM GROTZ" Dush yelled as he then also shot at the grot with the crystal hat, these grotz where a nuesence, but nothing hardy like the ones of the faceeater tribe.
"Nah. Lost picter-feed of everything a couple of days ago. I assume the observation station was taken over, or the Adeptus Mechanicus fiddled with it, no idea. Don't care." "Oy! You stupid big goy!" The Gretchin complained, hiding behind it's toilet throne as the shot had missed. After three more minutes of fiddling around, the Ork had them all killed, save for the king who hid behind his throne. Dush was covered in his own blood and those of the Gretchin. The only survivors were now the weird human who chew on a dead gretchin and the gretchin-king. "Man! You killed all mi gitz! Dafuq am I supposed to do now?!" The king complained - still hiding.
Dush holstered his slugga nad grapped the strage oomie by the neck, then pointed his choppa at the grethin *king* "yu go wit me grot, yus no boss, im da boss, yu da grot, grot boss mayheps, but no big boss," Dush said, slightly calmed down after spending much energy on the slasht fight he was thirsty for fungy beer or something drinkable, to forget his wounds while they healed, mayhaps the oomies got some, or he would have them make some since he was da boss.
"Okey Okey! Shee.... Boss Party Killah." The Gretchin said annoyed - still wearing crown, cape and staff he walked up to Dush slowly. The Human pulled the gretchin corpse along - chewing further on it, completely delusional to the Ork holding him up.
"Thank you for the information...jack. We should stay in a group no?" Fardir asked s0ftly. "I an Fardir a eldar, and you are Jack, a human and that man there is Vegetable and he is also a human correct?" Fardir drew his laspistol once more when heard the battle cry of the ork. "What is that?" he asked in a frighten hushed tone.
Dush holstered his choppa aswell, then grapped the shyny chrown and put it on his own head, "if yu be good grethin, then ils let yu be boss of all dagrethin under meh," Dush then said before he made his way back to the oomie with the data slate infront of the armoury, now Dush wa even a slightly bigger boss of more stuff, and now he would get more dakka choppy stuff.
OOC: Angles didn't get to it yet, but he ain't got time to join us. So up to you what we do with him. I could have him run around and go crazy, or I just use him as 'my own char' in the group and make him do fun stuff or so. "Well you just killed sixty of 'em!" He complained, obviously upset about the lack of crown on his head. But he just followed him. The weirdo human remained there and chewed further on Gretchin-corpse.
