OOC: Best policy is just refresh the RP page, if there are new post the title of the thread appears in bold text Grogin grinned. "Come on Stabby Git. I fink ye could be a right propa lunatic fer da krew, lookit our Kaptinn dere. Big, green an mean as could be. " Grogin finished off his fungus beer and got up. "Fink about it. " He went over to clap the Kaptinn on the shoulder. "Oiy ya find out anyfing about good lootin or propah fightin nearby? Me talk wiff da brewah boy was interrupted. "
OOC: Say hello to the new player One of the nobz who had applied for the krew was apparently very well known on the planet, a kommando by the name of Thrazgar T'roatkrumpa'. He had a good mob behind him, numbering about 20. He had a deadly reputation of leaving nought but cinders of his victims, a true horror with his burna. OOC: Now Thraz, if you like you can write a backstory for why he decided to join da krew or simply jump right in!
As the Mekboy went in another corner of the Mekshop he saw one of his idiot Boyz getting inquired by a new Stormboy or some sort. "Ey! Who are ya?! Diz is ma Mekshop - Mi is Tekno dat Mek-boss 'round hia!"
OOC: Oooh! A new Kommando Brotha? I approve this.. EDIT: This will be the start of a beautiful friendship
Looking down at Grogin," wils find out laters, until den i nows were to figt." Turning around to the barkeep" hites da shini stuf, un ear" throwing him a little bag of teef. He then pulled out one of the beer barrels from under the table" PUP BRAAAAWLS" then threw the barrel into the mindst of the orks and punching the one to the right. Ooc: welcome Thraz
Making his way through the horde of orks that gathered outside of the Freebooter bar, Thrazgar would stop to take in a deep breath of the slop and filth the orks were serving today. But of course his pause to inhale the 'clean' air that surrounds the heavily polluted orkish planet have been tainted by the foul aroma of his cigar. Releasing a soft grunt, Thrazgar would pull up a bounty page to take a quick look at his next target; Gul'mok Grizzlegut, the Pillager Periliac Prime. While there are too many orks in his way and too many faces to go through just to hunt down his bounty, Thrazgar would give his backpack a soft tap and a grot would slowly emerge from the filthy sack. The ork would then offer his page over towards the grot and points out into the crowd of orks. "Muuv a`ead `n tell me wot u see." In just a few seconds of looking over the horrible picture of the ork, Thrazgar's grot quickly hops off his pack and begins it's ground search of the prime target. Within a couple of minutes of searching through the crowd, the grot would return by climbing up Thrazgar's shoulder and pointing out ahead. Even though there was a scrap going on inside the bar, there was also another fight starting up outside! As luck would have it, Thrazgar had found his main objective. There were too many orks around to get a clear shot with his choppa' and his stikkbombs would've taken too long to detonate. Doing what he does best, Thrazgar lowers his wielder's mask and flips his burna's switch to max! Releasing a glorious "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!", the kommando squeezes down on his trigger and begins to ignite all orks within his path into a horrendous blaze of fire! After pushing through the back-lines of the wall of orks, Thrazgar finally makes it to Gul'mok during the scrap between him and another group of orks. While the bounty was scrapping with a massive nob, a large wave of flames would suddenly sear Gul'mok's back! With a loud shriek of pain, the nob would fall onto his rear and begin crawling backwards into the bar. Raising his hand in defense and pleading for mercy, Thrazgar erupts into a manic laughter as he steps into the midst of the bar fight with his burna' being lowered and turned off. "Wot? Was dat it? No foitin' or stikkin' me fuh meltin' ya down? `n `ere I fot u woz gonna put up a proppa' scrap! Ah wellz." Lifting up his burna with a wide grin, Thrazgar's grot would climb up to the top of his head and moon the soon to be dead ork. How insulting. Turning up his burna' once more, Thraz raises his weapon and a plume of fire would spit out, turning the brawlers that stood behind the fallen ork into nothing but ash!
Grogin looked over the scorched ground of the bar with a wide grin, any disappointment over a missed bar fight washed away by the sheer satisfaction of so much burny goodness! Stepping out into the aftermath of the Kommando's handy work he pulled out a cigar of his own and lit it on a burning piece of snotling that had survived most of the actual burning while he was stuck beneath a Nob's foot. Taking a good puff the Tankbustah studied the Burna and it's owner. "Nice piece O kit there ya got lad. " Grabbing a mug of left over beer on the counter he takes a swig and sloshes it around in his mouth. "Very nice. " Grogin looks over to Gorgitz. "I fink he just burnt up most O our possible recruits Kaptin. "
