The three initial Orks were dead, but from straight ahead and right came one after another in without much organization. Slugga and Shoota Boys alike, but somehow all focusing fire on Salek as if he was the main threat.

Though the Gretchin's maneuver was taking many of the enemies out who were supposed to kill the Maniacal Monster of a living Machine called Salek.

Ithera was confronted with only a few Orks, they seemed like Mekboys. The first had a big Shoota, but he was disposed off quickly, two more followed, one had readied his big cannon and fired it into the hallway. The aim was horrible and probably Ithera was safer standing where she stood than moving.

Seeing Ithera heading towards the Cargo Hold, and hearing the incoming Ork Boys. Sylthrian decides that discretion is indeed the better part of valor and sprinted off after his cousin. An ork rose up in front of him only to be cut down by a burst of splinter fire to the gut, followed by a quickly cut throat.

The Gauss Flayer's slower rate of fire was an unfortunate trait of the weapon, though the trade off was the advanced weapons extreme power that was able to dispatch the Ork's easily enough at range where lesser weapons would require at least a dozen more such shots. Focusing on those Boyz with choppas first he was eventually bogged down in melee and his Flayer went silent.

Lifting the weapon above his head he swung the sturdy piece of metal that acted as a sort of axe-bayonet about gutting several of the brutes but only killing two while the rest shook off the wounds to stay in the fight. "We must seal off an entrance...someone cover me so that I may kill them. " An axe dug into his Necrodermis and threatened to hack through it, though once removed the gap was filled in quickly enough.

*the gretchin was somewhat out of the way of the fighting and was busy pulling teef from fallen orks when he noticed the 2 tall-skinny pointy ears heading down a hallway and saw that they were killing the Orks quite effectively and so ran after them for protection in case they ran into the Boss who would surely be angry with him for disappearing earlier, as he ran he blended into the chaos as most of the Orks ignored the little gretchin running around as this was a common sight in most Orky fights*

A slugga boy found its way toward Aragol. Normally a human and an Ork in single combat would strong favour the greenskin. But this particular human happened to be devoid of sanity, his fear lost along with it.

''Vile greenssskin, die!'' he yelled as the Ork's choppa swung at him. He blocked it with his own weapon, a machete type knife. The Ork's strength outweighed his own and pressed his down. He shot the hte creature though. The close up, even Orks would die to his gun. He peppered the beast in its throat and jaw. Large chunks of the Ork blew out, splattering the madman.

The slugga stumbled, staggered and finally fell. The victorious cultist leaned in, taking a hold of the boy's choppa, an axe like weapon. He would take it as his prize, and use it to destroy his foes!

OOC: Enjoy the slaughter so far ; just start taking some wounds at least when the Burna Boys come around and a bunch of Stormboys ; I head to bed now!

*as the grecthin ran he thought of what he might be able to get with the teef he had acquired and he stopped paying attention to where he was going as he ran straight into an angry nob*

"WHERE YA FINK YOU'S GOIN YA GROT!?!? I SAWS YOU STAB BARKTOOF! YOU'S GONE PAY FIR DAT!"

*the gretchin only responded with something that sounded like a low pitched whining/crying sound as he was lifted off of the ground by the nob, the nob was then hit by a stray round from one of the 'Elite Force' and this caused the Nob to lose his balance and his grip on the gretchin, the gretchin then climbed on the nob's back and up to his head*

"NO YE AINT YE GROT! YOU'S AINT DOIN WAT YE DID TO BARKTOOF TO ME!" *the nob roared as he swatted the top of his head and knocked the grecthin off, he grabbed on to one of the nob's armor plates on his back and stabbed his neck repeatedly and the nob feel to his knees*

"GIT OFF YA GROT!" *the nob drops on the ground and rolls around to dislodge the gretchin, the gretchin is knocked on the ground but the nob is bleeding heavily from his neck*

"IZ GONE MAKES YOU PAY FIR.....dat....." *as the nob started to lose a bit too much blood to stay alive, even for an Ork, he reared back to stab the gretchin and the grecthin threw his knife at the nob, its hit him in the head and the Nob feel forward mumbling* "ohh....zog it......." *as he fell on the gretchin, the Nob's choppa landing on the grecthin's leg, stabbing him into the deck, the gretchin sat there with his head poking out from under the body, whimpering and looking around for someone to pick up the dead nob off of him and to remove the choppa*

Ithera tossed a plasma grenade at the Orks and quickly slid behind some crates with the grace of an Eldar. A stray round struck her thigh on the move though. Once the grenade exploded the Orks vanished in a red mist. She stopped for a moment as she head some kind of feint whimpering. She slid over to the source of the sound. An Ork's corpse? No... no.. no.. Let's see. She pushed the Ork's corpse off to the side to reveal a Gretchin beneath. "We'll you're a sight for sore eyes." She stated reaching for the Gretchin and placing him on her shoulder. I hope no one finds out about this on Ulthwe. This is all so very strange. Ithera then sped off towards the Cargo Hold at speeds of which the Gretchin was unaccustomed to and had to cling to her with both hands. She slid on her heels as she turned towards the hallway but she had expected to slide and was able to maintain her balance.

Elsewhere, an Ork shoota took a fancy to Aragol. His shots were wild and inaccurate, but bullets tend not to agree with the cultist. He'd found that out the hard way before, as the scar in his torso can attest to.

He ducked, firing back with his pistol where he could.

''Let'ss sse how thiss axe doess in combat,'' he said, raising the dead slugga's choppa in on hand, his own knife in the other. He ran out, roaring some chant or other, and closed in to the shoota - who had already gotten distracted firing at someone else.

Aragol stabbed the shoota in his leg, bringing the massive bulk down to size, and then buried the axe in his face. The Ork fell, dead, the axe had lodged in to his skull. Despite his best efforts, Aragol couldn't pull the weapon free. Instead he pulled a stikbomb free of the Ork's belt, and placed it on his own. He took the shoota, perhaps he could kill a few of them with the xenos tech. He moved back to cover.

OOC: regarding stealing weapons, cultist default stuff is shit, and he isn't strong enough to make up for it with pure brute force. So he'll steal stuff where he can, until he finds something better, or breaks/loses it. Lol.

"thank yous" *the gretchin mumbled in a weak voice*

*the gretchin wondered how the pointy-ears moved so fast... very little of her armor was red...*

*his leg hurt and he almost fell off of the pointy-ears as she ran.... at least he could say he had a name now..... 'eadstabba', his leg stopped hurting as much after he thought of this fact*