Grogin looked to the Painboy and then to another mob of piece meal ork boys he had shot a rokkit into. "Just weeedinz out da yoofs ya seez. " Though he was taking quite the toll on possible soldiers it couldn't be denied that he was only collecting the toughest of orks. "Most O themz burnt or full uv sharp metal bitz ifin ya wanna help wiff dat, ya can take some O da teef off O em. I get da bodies full. " The Tankbustah trundled along tossing an entire mug of fungus beer into his maw and chomping down on it while simultaneous drinking up.
''Help wif da yoofs? Dey ain't got any bits worf botherin wif!'' the Painboy said. ''But dem teef, I want der teef.'' The Painboy ran in to the debris field, wading through the Ork body parts with glee. He closed in on one particularly unfortunate Nob who had survived the blast, but was now without legs. ''Is ok, I'll fix ya!'' he said, standing over the Nob, who was trying to crawl away. ''Gretchin, get da rest of your lot up 'ere, I want dis boy shiftin in to da surg..surger...da place where I do da fixin. Dis one's gonna get fixed.'' The gretchin acknowledged, quickly scuttling off to find more of his kind. Two minutes later a dozen of the small creatures returned, with a crude 'stretcher' (an iron plate on some wheels), which they lifted the Nob on to. Not before the far larger Ork strangled two of the Gretchins. Only a knock out blow from the Doc's right foot stopped the struggle. The Gretchins moved off with the unconscious Nob, and Gobfixa spent a moment pulling the teeth from the dead Ork he had just dismantled the jaw of. He walked away, still holding the bottom jaw as he plied the teeth out, and headed toward his..um..'medical' bay. The Nob was sat beneath a light, still out cold, on the table the Gretchins had fetched him in on. Gobfixa pulled his mask over his mouth and raised his spinny fing, revving the circular saw. ''Right den, time to fix yer legs. Best make sure yer arm's ok first though. Dis might sting,'' he said with a grin, promptly carving through the Ork's arm. ''Na, dat's useless,'' he said, tossing the limb aside. He moved to the other arm, exmamining it. Seemed to be flawless, for an Ork arm. ''It'll do.'' ''Gretchinz, I gonna need new legz, an a new arm!''
Grogin cackled as he watched the Dok get to work and quickly sent off his battered band that had survived his explosive testing methods. "Yuz gonna go an git takin care uv by da good dok! " They seemed unwilling to move and Grogin pulled out both Rokkit sluggas. "GIT OUT O ME ZOGGIN SIGHT OR YOU, YOU, YOU....ALL O YOUZ DIE!" They scattered at that and one of his Bustah boyz tossed a stikkbomb after them further wounding the slowest of the lot. "Dat'll keep da git Dok busy while we git some teef boys! Back ta da rekruitin! " The emrry band of bastards carried on, more explosions to follow and several dozen more nobs filtered toward the Doks shop covered in lacerations and scorched skin. "Hmmm dat coverz dis haf O da shiip, wonder 'ow dat sneaky 'un doinz wiff 'iz recruitinz. Letz go see da Mek, git some new rokkits." Trundling their the bowels of the ship the Tank Bustahs entered into the Mek's shop. "OIY TEKNO WHATZIT! Need some more rokkits an Dakka!"
Yelling into the com again"WERES MA REPOTS, I EAR DA BOOMS, GET ME REPOTS OR I MESELF COME DOWN TOS YA GITS. IM SPEA...SPEAKI... IM MEANS YU GROGIN". Then Gorgits finished his last squig pie and guzzled another fungi beer. "Yu grot" looking at his servant grot "taek dis teef to da mec, i wants ma slugga mor snazzy. Un if he don get alls fife of dem imma feat yu to da squigs" giving the grot a little bag containing 5 teef, and his slugga witch the grot had to drag behind him."if som git tages ma slugga yu come say to me okay grot".
Grogin grunted and activated the looted Imperial comms bead he got off the same Commisar his fancy kap came from. "'Ey Boss soz about dat bit, got a lil carried away. All da yoofs we found are dead an dat Dok git ya sent our way iz fixin up da nobs wez found. Got some rumorz fer ya doze, apparentlyz dere iz some upstart out ta git yer Kaptin chair. Ez got nearly as big a mob as us an ez gonna try an take ovur da vehicle pool an use da tanks ta try an krump yaz."
Talking into the vox." Imma com rith down dere to yu Grogits, und get bludkniff den we take care of dem mutyni gits". Gorgits then stood up and picked up deffshoota, and startet lumbering towards towards the halls where he knew that Grogin were. Mumbling "dem mutyni gitz tink them take ma ship ill shows dem wos da boss". Then turning on his own scavenged vox bead." Imma be dere in an short wile, trow anoter bombs so i fint yah"
"We're down in da Mek's lab, seein 'im aboutz some more rokkits before we takez care O fings iz all. " Regardless he fired a rokkit from his modified slugga into the ceiling because who doesn't like explosions? Gretchin gibblets splattered over him as apparently a few of the stupid little runts were rooting around in the air ducts of the ship. "YUz gonna clean me coat fer me later. " He pointed at one of his Tank Bustahs, the boy dare not grumble knowing he would be the next target of the rokkit slugga. Ever since Grogit took that fancy kap he had become a sort of orky commissar in his own right.
[OOC: Just realized I kinda infringed on Alldooms territory with the mutiny thing. Just note Grogin mentioned it was a rumor so if that's something the Gm doesn't want to happen just have it be exactly that~ A spiteful rumor and nothing else. ]
-Meanwhile in the medical bay- ''Wow, Dok, dat's proper good work dat is.'' ''I know, stupid Gretchin,'' Gobfixa said, slapping the runt aside. ''Oi, ya git, you awake?'' He prodded the Nob. No response. He punched the Nob in the gut, waking him from his slumber. ''Aaaagh,'' the Nob cried, looking at his newly fitted Bionik arm, confused as to why losing both legs have resulted in a new arm at all. He then looked down at the new metal legs. ''e seems upset,'' one Gretchin said to another. The Dok turned around, slapping them both aside. ''Mebbe der's sumfin wrong with 'is 'ead. Gretchenz, I needz a squig,'' Gobfixa said, once again knocking the Nob out. OOC: One's he's a Cybork, it's entirely up to the GM whether he stays on the ship or travels with us. I decided to do the surgery for the lulz, either way.
