Jack took a step back when the alien started talking again, he raised his hellgun still unsure of the Xenos. He stared watching for movement briefly before speaking 'I don't know what's happening one minute I was settling down for the night with the rest of my squad then suddenly here I am on a space hulk. Also I seem to be here with an Ork, an ork loving guardsman, a vegetable and whatever you are.' Jack looked flustered ad he finished he didn't realise how scared he sounded. Ooc: going to be away for most today traveling, typed this message out in a hurry
Fardir could hear the fright in the man voice. He put his Laspistol in its sagging holster. "Alright, clam down... What is a 'Ork' and 'Vegetable'? I am what you would call an, El-dar." Fardir said these words slowly so the Human could understand him, they spoke the same language which was extremely lucky, especially in the circumstances they were in.
But it didn't react. Power was there, but the device seemed to be in a deadlock. "Who is there?! And what do you want?!" Sounded from within the armory. It was male and low gothic. Another Human perhaps?
"WE WANDS TO GNOW WATS YU GOT IN DERE" Dush then yelled at the voice behind the door, he wanted in now, or he would force his way in dakka'n loot was too good a prospect to be calm
"Enough firepower to blow the door and your ugly green face into bits." The individual obviously knew Orks and seemed not really to like them.
"Dush, let me handle this." He turned to the door. "No reason to be hostile! We are stranded here and are looking for a way to defend ourselves! Can't you help us!" He hoped to play to the sympathies of the person inside.
"Sure I can, but what do I get for giving you weapons? What about an arrangement. I give you one weapon of choice and in exchange you clear out the Gretchins that have manifested in the bathroom on this deck?"
"DAS A FAIER DEAL" Dush then yelled, used to ork doors where only yelling got through the armour plating
"I guess you go handle that Dush, I'll try to get us more stuff. Maybe you can get the Gretchins to foo low you." He turned back to the door. "Sounds like a good deal! But can we negotiate more? I have some stuff to offer as well!"
"Map Update." The Data-Slate said in a female monotonous voice. And the map came to light, a blinking indicating the bathroom just down the hallway and next intersection left. "What you got?" The voice behind the massive voice inquired curiously.
