Squig Cruncher- The Warlord snorted at the Weirdnob. "Tell me sumfin I don't know ya git. " Looking at the side of his ship where the wheeled elements of his current force were rumbling into view he made for Grokk's Battle Wagon. "LETZ GO LOAD UP ALL OF YAZ! Weez got ta find da rest uv da boyz before any stupid gitz fink I'm dead an try ta take ovah! ORK DA GUNS WEEZ GOT MORE GRIBBLIES AN 'UMIES BETWEEN US AN DEM TOO I BETZ!" Pill'kraz- The Nob was met with plenty of things most un-orky and not proper once he entered the living quarter. It seemed most of the Orks here had been slaughtered before the crash, at least that's what the scattered gribbly bits would attest to. Several of those bits were still moving toward him as it turned out and the git quickly found himself under attack by Termagaunts climbing out of the wreckage. Spinerifles punched bio-spears into the air while Strangewebs began to spray gouts of thick mucus that quickly hardened and constricted on contact.
When he saw the Nid, Pill'Kraz was unpleased, Nids have nothing, nothing to loot... "I WANT UMIES NOT YA, BUGZ !" he aim them with his Deff-Gun and shouted " I'VE BUGSPRAY FOR YA !" He shooted the Nids, with the big noise typical of his trusful weapons.
Graknit and the small mob of Gretchin climbed up the side of a Trukk and spilled into the troop's compartment, the Nob keeping high at the wall with eyes alert. Most of the snotlings had already gone for a roll in the debris, applying a quick layer of camouflage, one of those most horrendous of acts for Greenskins. What proper Ork would want to cover up their greenness? Only a Kommando or former-Kommando. It put the Tankbusta in an interesting position. Tankbustas were some of the most admired of Orks, whereas Kommandos were often looked down on. The former was a big game hunter, often ending the hunt with a giant explosion. It was common for such Orks to collect followings of admirers, yet the mob of Grots and his tendency to be sneaky saw that was not the case.
Lighting head "alright boss" lighting head said as he entered the battle wagon with blue and his butler
Skargutzz touched the warlord shoulder "ear we go" and with that he warped the warlord to the wagon with himself
"WAAAAAAAAGH YU GITTY BUKS" Gob bellowed in pain and anger as he dropped his beloved snazzgun ripping away the hermogaunt rippings its arms off before drawing his chain choppa, remembering to turn the switch on. Then Gob fought to stay his ground, protecting what was him dearest, his snazzgun.
Gob- The Nob's rage spared him death at the talons of the Hormagaunts and it seemed there were no other ambushers in the area. Pill'Kraz- Receiving several spines in his right arm he started to feel the limb go numb and eventually his trigger fingers went slack and the weapon fell silent. Having blown apart most of the Termagaunts there were still a few particularly cunning creatures lurking in cover making their shots when it was most convenient. Underhive- "Wait..wotz dat up dere? OH ZOG GRIBBLY BOMBS!" The hole they had made in the upper levels of the Hive was now being investigated by the Hive Mind. A chorus of ear piercing shrieks filled the air causing every ork present no small amount of discomfort even over the rivaling roars of their vehicle's engines; Harpies dove down and released their spore clutches showering the orkish convoy with dozens of mines that filled the air with shrapnel like pieces of chitin, choking clouds of toxic gas and sprays of acid. The Bikers saw the worst of it as they were nearly cut down to the Ork before they could even open fire. Immediately this was followed by a cloud of Gargoyles that moved in their wake, using Fleshborers and Spike Rifles to slay those Orks without the safety of an armored cabin, while those with talons and claws swooped down upon the vehicles trying to find gaps they could fit in through. "OH ZOG DEESE BUGS! KILL EM ALL YA GITZ OPEN FIRE!" Shaking off the effects of several Borer Beetles trying to dig their way through his thick warp hide Squig Cruncher turned his double barreled wrist mounted shoota on a pair of gargoyles that were torn apart in mere seconds.
"dese zogging smal buks" Gob said only half annoyed, he allways injoyed some fighting, even against these stabby bucks. he picked up his snazzgun, and looked around, still in darkness, his bionik eye cathing only a little more light than his ork eye, but enough for a short vision range. He started to move, remembering that there where other flashgitz probably nearby, and if they where dead, he could take their best dakka bits for his own gun, that actually sounded better than finding those gits alive. As he had started to move down the collapsed hallway Gob yelled "ANY GITZ ALIFE EAR?"
"Dat arm want work ! Zog ! DAT IS YAH FAULT ! STUPIDZ BUGZ !" He have no choice, he try to trigger his Deff-Gun with the other hand, but that was not easy, he start take few steps back, if more of them come he will be ready to have "an Orkish Retreat"
