"That's all right friend. Do you know why some aged faster or slower than others?" He said this as he packed away the krak grenades. "And what weapon will we get for removing those Gretchins?"
"No idea, don't really care. Regards the weapon. As said. Anything of choice. I have everything there is to have. From Las Pistols over Astartes Bolter to Tau Pulse Rifles."
"Well I thank you for your help. And yes I have done bad things. But really who hasn't? Plus who decides if we have paid for it or not." He wasn't sure what kinda answer he would get but he had to make small talk till the ork came back.
"Who knows. I certainly don't. Perhaps the Captain knows more. But the travel to the bridge will be hard and with heavy resistance, I doubt in your current state you can make it that far."
"Really!? It's that bad huh. What about the path to the kitchen? Is that any smoother?" He hoped he could make more shine to get more grenades if this was gonna be as hard as the person said.
"Probably. Haven't been there for a while. Also it's a deck lower. So you at least have to get beyond the Shadow Guardian. He, She or It is a formidable foe and let's no one pass. And somehow no matter how you try to get a deck lower, that Dragon Guardian is always there, even if two different individuals come from two different paths. Furthermore, it certainly is no hologram, otherwise it could not kill so effectively. I believe it is an Eldar, but only a rumor."
"Very interesting. Anything useful closer to here? Maybe not guarded by a crazy possible eldar demon?" He was just fishing for information now. And what was taking that bloody ork so long.
"Mhhh.... There is a hangar. Could prove useful in resources. Then there are a bunch of private quarters you could plunder, or make fit for your sleep. Despite time ticking weird in here, you still will need to sleep. Besides that, there is really only the engineering bay, but that is owned by the Adeptus Mechanicus and they ain't let any non-servitor in."
"Well I could probably get the materials I need for a stil in the hangar and sleep would be nice." Seriously what could take an ork that much time to deal with some Gretchins? "What's the deal with the Gretchins?"
OOC: Ok finally done travelling, and I am now back on a computer that won't keep correcting every word in every sentence I say. A bead of sweat trailed off jack's brow, he lowered his hellgun again looking towards the other guardsman in the room. He still hadn't moved nor shown any signs of consciousness since he or anyone else arrived and Jack wondered if he would ever wake up. 'an Eldar? I think I read about you in the Imperial Guard primer although after fighting orks on one of my campaigns I would hesitate to call it a reliable source of information at this point.' Jack looked back towards the Eldar still gripping his hellgun, he looked deep in thought although still noticeably disturbed by his environment and his present company. 'An Ork is a big green brute, usually they don't resort to talking to anything other than other Orks without at least a fight, I know because a horde of them wiped out my regiment long before I ended up here, I am the sole survivor... I think. Anyway the one on this space hulk is a bizarre example, for some reason it sees me and another guardsman here called Cameron as its mob and hasn't so far tried to kill us, knowing how orks work it would probably be a bad idea to kill him at this point so right now we are relying on him to help explore this place' Jack took a hand off of the hellgun to point at the nearby guardsman 'Thats the vegetable I was talking about, before now you and him were the only ones in this room to not wake up I was just going to leave him there and catch up to Cameron'
