Snejk scanned the room and quickly came to a conclusion - the shady git in the office had to die for it seems that he was responsible for this attack, however in order for Snejk to do so, he would have to move there undetected and good luck doing it with the other git standing watch over the place. So that one had to go quickly and silently, but how to do it without opening fire on him?

Coming up with a devious idea, Snejk crawled on the floor towards the weapon's rack where the Skitarii with arc rifle was standing and once he reached the bottom of it, he activated the electric bayonet he just received from Tuska and slammed the thing into the metal construction. If he could electrify his weapon, maybe the electricity would go through the weapon's rack and hit the Skitarii on top of it and knock him out without the cog git realizing what happened!

OOC zapping the weapon's rack on top of which Skitarii with the arc rifle is standing in hopes he gonna get zapped as well. Ork physics 101.

"Oi stand still so iz can smash ya you gitz!" Tusks led as he swung his dentfixa in the direction of the one that had hit him with the shock maul. The shock itself did hurt but not nearly as much as that one time he accidentally put the zappy bit in backwards in a zapp kannon. Needless to say he started to shoot in the direction of his attackers and swung his large wrench violently he also remembered he could use the grabba for well grabbing and open up it's vice grip going to catch one of these gitz by the head.

(Usual flailing around trying to kill everything near me )

Had Nokx been as aware of his outsides as he was of his insides right now, he could have noticed the delicate tracery of the dendritic patterns left by the considerable amount of electricity now making its way around his system.

"AAAAAARGH!" he shouted, swiping reflexively in the direction of the pain like a clueless child swatting at a wasp. It didn't matter that much because the two Skitarii on each side were dead. Nokx staggered back, stumbling, Jusdis swaying like a mast in a storm. He decided to grab the nearest enemy he could and headbutt it in the face. That, he figured, ought to clear his head enough for a proper plan.

O'course, a small voice said in the back of his mind, ya culd alwayz run away. Yanno, an' live ta foight anuvva day an' all.

Nokx did the Orky equivalent of squaring up to his own inner voices. Coupled with the pain and the confusion of being electrocuted, it looked a lot like he was trying to swallow a live squig. A big one.

Oi ain't 'ere ta run. Inna old dayz we woz all abaht tactikull wifdrawal and all dat, but it wa'nt jus' runnin'. Oi ain't leavin' me Bruvvas. We'ze Deff Watchas. Oi ain't goin' nowear.

It was like his old Bruvva-Kaptin had always said. Ya gotta stand by yer boyz. And even though the old Ork had perished soon afterwards in an incident involving Striking Scorpions and an order to "kill everyfink wot izn't green", Nokx knew he was right.

Having been set down by the larger stompa, and now coming to this, where his shoota proved to be not enough to take down those shooting at him, and the noise was also steadily more and more annoying.
this drove Barok to take a very orky decition as he just roared "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH" as he stomped on towards his chosen adversaries keeping up his heavy fire.

Zakilla bashed the partially slagged form of his burny shoota into the Skittari's chest leaving it staggered for a follow up blow that smashed across its head. Cartwheeling with the blow as if it were trying to fight like a pansy Eldar Skittari plants both feet back on the ground while body is still twisted toward the floor. Rising up it takes a snap shot with a las-pistol at the Goff Angul but shot merely blisters the nob's cheek and leaves him even angrier than before. On top of this the situation is made all the worse for the cyborg as Zakilla realizes that hardy Orkish engineering means his weapon can still actually fire now that it has cooled down.

As Slagface starts to come back around and climb back onto his boots he feels the warm trickle of blood coming from his ears thanks to that persistent tone which now drowns out even his own thoughts. Nearby Tuska is left dancing with no less than three of the metal 'umies whom dance in and out of reach, prodding and stabbing the tek laden nob. Death by a thousand cuts this day. Yet even as Tuska registers their jolting jabs as mere bits of static and torn flesh he is far from helpless, making them pay for every dive inward. Dentfixa's sharpened back side takes an arm off of one, limb clattering to the ground in an eruption of sparks and oil. Another Skittari falls on the wrong side of his servo-arm which clamps down and twists head right off while simultaneously pancaking it.

That left Barok as the only Orkstartes still outside the Armory, a painfully slow advance set to the background of heavy weapons fire that only he could hear at this stage thanks to the maximized volume on the disorienting tone that was starting to make his eyes vibrate. His rage was righteous, his purpose true and the Ork naturally better than some squishy walkin' dead but not dead scrap 'umies! Shots began to chew apart the barriers and shred those behind them. Even as they fell some still fired, solid slugs and las-shots scattering half a dozen minor wounds upon the Iron Stompa who kept on stomping. Eight more dead Servitors littered the floor when the Arc Rifleman fired again. World went white then collapsed into black for the Nob, limbs twitching after being floored by the shot. Every single sense was under assault.

Seeing the shot that may very well of killed the Iron Stompa drove Snejk into desperate action. Shock bayonet collided with the metal stand but sudden haste had cost him as the Skittari vaulted from its perch. Unawares as to the shifting grav-cannon barrel behind him Snejk takes a few hasty shots at the sniper but fails to strike anything. His enemy does the work for him as cannon fires and a gravitational anomaly is formed nearby. Skittari is caught mid-air when lower left foot is snagged by several times the normal gravity and plummets to the floor with force enough to crush both arc rifle and break flesh limb and snap metal implants alike.

Orskurr and Nokx make short work of the Servitor threat, just under a dozen of the slaves falling to repeated bolt slugga shots and sweeps of Stikkchoppa. Night Ork and Ultra-Ork had done fine work and now that the chaff was taken care of their eyes might fall to more immediate concerning issues such as finding something useful or dealing with that cannon...or the robot. Wait robot?

Both windows and encasing walls exploded outward from the overseers office as the robed warrior emerged with the Stranded Mechanicums' ace in the hole. Flying through the air a Crusader class robot descended into the fray. Mantis like head analyzed every threat on the field with a sophisticated technology rarely seen in the modern Imperium. Upon its shoulder a las-cannon maintained with painstaking care swiveled around to target Nokx, the highly alert assault-git seeing himself out of its line of sight quite quickly as inner Night Ork instinct and common sense said that he shouldn't be eating any anti-tank rounds. Limbs tipped in a single power sword each buzzed to life lending to its insectoid appearance. Up above the metal monstrosity's master revealed himself, a mighty Secutor armed with a long handled power axe in one hand and a plasma pistol in the other. Two hunched mechandrites snaked out from his hood to hover above a head wrapped entirely in augments, each serpentine attachment bearing powerful hot shot las-projectors. To the Orks it couldn't of been a more beautiful looking fight right now, even better that annoying tone was gone, replaced only with a lingering ring in the mobs' ears as the destruction of the office had silenced the disorienting noise.

Kill Mob Orkus Primus:
Slagface: 6 Snejk: 10 Barok: 8 Tuska: 5 Zakilla: 8 Orskurr: 11 Nokx: 4
Conditions: Tuska: Scrap 6/30.

Stranded:
Skittari: 2/2/7 Graviton Cannon: 10 Secutor: 15 Crusader: 20
Conditions:

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With his weapon cooled down a massive grin spread across the orks face "ya dun zogged up ya daft git" zakilla said as he fired a plasma blast near its feet a trick he learned fighting panzies , 'shoot at a panzy da cowardly grot would get oudda the way but shoot at 'is feet an' da git cant dodge that' thinking the skitarii out of his way zakilla barreled forward hell bent on claiming the graviton gun as his own

Having no options to take out the big robot (if you don't count shooting at Secutor but that option would put Snejk to extreme danger, something he preferred to evade at this moment at least), Snejk decided to turn his attention elsewhere and finally deal with that grav gun which almost killed him two times now.

He was about to shoot at the graviton gun crew from afar but after seeing Zakilla making a charge towards it, Solid Squig decided to help his bruva out and charged as well, readying his electro-choppa for another go at these Skitarii. "Betta work dis time boyo!"

Tuska has ignored the newly arrived robot and began to beat the skitarii with a now missing arm to death with said missing arm. As soon as his bloody work was done he turned around to see the magnificent killing machine and immediately wanted to loot it. But he of course there was the problem of the skitarii that was still alive and attacking him so he grabbed the one he had just finished killing by the ankle and proceeded to try to beat the one that was still alive to death with the corpse.

(OOC yep trying to beat a guy to death with a corpse of his friend)

Da 'Eadsman decided to step up to the plate as the next stage of this fight began. Or up to the executioner's block, depending on which angle you were watching from. Pretty much every angle other than Orskurr's own. A pinching sensation at his hip caused him to pull his previously slumbering ammunition to bear, a pair of snapping squigs! Soon to be screaming squigs, if the steadily increasing whine emitting from their orkoid bodies was any indicator.

The Ultra-Ork wound up, bringing the pair of snapping Screaming Squigs up near his shoulder, teeth scraping across his helmet and further scratching the sloppy layer of red paint. With a grunt, Orskurr threw the pair of distractions straight towards the Crusader's.. head? Gob. Whatever a robot considered a gob, the Nob threw for it. The Lurnean Taktikul Git didn't miss a beat, scrap-armored feet pounding across the debris covered floor as Orskurr emptied his Bolt-Slugga's clip and finally pulling out Backstabber in a two-handed grip.

"FER MORKMAN!"

Nokx dived out of the way of yet another stream of enemy fire. He considered that he was good at this, but even a Night Ork has limits on how much duckin' an' divin' he can do. He scrambled to his feet, slightly breathless and very annoyed.

As he tried to come up with a suitably kunnin' plan, and not get shot in the process, Nokx couldn't help but think that a giant flying robot might be a bit of a problem. Plus, he was slower than he should be, partly due to some squig-'ead shooting him in the guts. He wasn't having the best day of his life, and that was despite all the violence on offer. Just as he was beginning to worry, he saw the Ultra-Ork charge in.

Nokx looked around for some fearful angel.

He had a sudden inspiration and decided that the only way to deal with a jumped-up flying kan like that was to get up higher and jump on it. Deff from abuv. It was the best chance he had of bringing the thing down to a level where he and his Bruvva-gits could zog it. Nokx looked for a way to a higher point - a gantry, a ladder, even a climable wall. Sticking his stikkchoppa on his back he tried to scramble up wherever he could while the Ultra-Ork made his distraction.