Gob also wantet to loot now that the others did it, but he remembered what was importent, teef, so in between picking up large pieces of metal he would pull the teef out dead orks, and if they sad tight, he would smash em out, he wantet many teef now.
Their looting didn't avail to much but at least it was done in peace as the remaining war bikers broke off. "ZOG IT THESE GITZ GOT TOO MUCH DAKKA!" "WOT DEREZ NO SUCH FING! " "WHEN ITS TURNED ON US IT IZ YOU SPORE SUCKAH! " So the argument went back and forth, probably ending up in one of their deaths back at Manmauler's fortress but that wasn't important. Their tribes nobs and Warboss started collecting what scrap they could while everyone was left to their own devices. The Mek was able to change out the tire soon enough and they were on their way. With most of their loot hauled into the wagon and the bodies of their dead boyz kicked out for space they were free to pick at a few odd piles of scrap but most was held in reserve for use by the entire tribe seeing as supplies would be tight. (OOC: Y'all got some time to just post about and interact again. Next post is arrival and such. Will include spoils ect ect. )
After his looting, Gob went over and liftet the heavy gun, sad that he had to give it back, but it could be turret again, he first walked over to the big boss "sosry about pulling de big shoota off boss, iz was tryin to saves its yu know, ills put it back nows sir"
Squig Cruncha grunted. "Yooz alright dis time shoota git. " With that he turned back to Yella Borgit, the two discussing something with Rubbahburnah, Several grots were tasked with rewiring the gun into place by Ded'eye while Gob was made to hold it steady during the job. Roksteady gathered the boyz around. "Alright ladz! Dis 'ere loot is fer da w'ole tribe so yaz can't git much. But yaaz did good, keep doinz good an derez more in it fer ya an ya can get some actual loot in da future! Oiy FLashdakka, da Boss says yooz can use some O dis stuff fer makin better dakka or armor doh. So have at it! " For Flashdakka: Due to Mek Wagon benefits, looted vehicles and Orks, you have the option to choose two of the following for crafting: Basic Weapons Basic Armors Upgrade the Wagon Pick one for further details. All Boyz receive +2 Teef Factor Graknit: +1 Stikkbomb from looting Reddiy- Choice of Lesser Trophy. Either a Combat: Tank Hunter or Combat: Inspiring piece for his Boss Pole. Pick One.
Reddiy finished finding nothing of use on the bike, all being too broken and not shiny for him to care about at all so he made his way back onto the wagon with the others, seeing the dead bodies were already looted he just hung his head knowing he couldnt find nothing... a few holes in his body started to annoy him now so he went over to the Mek and Dok hoping he could have a few mtal bits put on his body to make him lok badda and tougher than the other gitz Edit - Reddiy looked at da big boss for the trophy for his boss pole making him proud to wear it as his first piece on his road to being da baddast ork in da tribe apart from da bog boss
"OI, Come back ya git!" But Reddiy was already running off to loot things. However he was interupted by the sight of one of their wierdboyz floating up in the air and then being ripped apart by shoota fire. "HAHA, THE PAINBOY'S GONNA HAVE TROUBLE STITCH'IN YOU BACK UP!" Unfortunately, he had forgotten that HE was the painboy. Cursing he made his way up through the wagon to the wierdboy, packing out his doc tools and gruffly pulling out a few shoota bullets that had lodged themselves in his patients leg before loading up a syringe of healing juice and stabbing him with it.
"No prob mate, NAW DON'T GET SHOT AGAIN!" Quickly before the wagon left Rumblestitchkin ran out and cut off a few odd limbs off the corpses. Back in the wagon he cut bits of skin off and sewed up the other bullet holes in the rest of the boyz.
As the gun got fixed, Gob still wantet to man it, he liked it, he kinda hugged the gun "sosry fo chopping yu gun, ils not does it again, promis" and with that he took hold and he started to scan the horizon for the next rivals sure to come at them.
