As he turned to make some quarters of his own, just a broken heap that once was some thing else.
That was good enough, but then he turned and spotted another ork enter, with one arm prodded full of stabby bitz, with a few sappy bitz and what looked like petrefied squig dung, when he realised that it was really a few stick of dung, and all of it was bount with wires, he couldent stop himself from starting to laugh "BAHAHAHAHAHA, wots wit dat dungfilled stabby hand" he said to the other ork, who he knew wasent a newcomer too, but Mogg was not known as a scared ork.

<Rot Teef>

Not too fond of bein toyed with. "Oi new git, yooz wantz ta be da furst ta find out watz dis can do?" He drug da arm against da wall sendin sparks flyin when he touched da metal parts. But when he heard da boss yellin he turned ta da door ta find em. "I aintz gotz times fur you! Boss I gitz nor infomashun fur da misshun!"

"Wus yu paid fo dat squig dung in yah arm boy, was it da bad dok wo made it, oi coold kraft dat hand of yus boy" Mogg said clearly not impressed by the slight bit of sparks

"One of da Meks fixed me arm ya stoopid git naw shuv off!" He moved out ta ware da boss wuz yellin at a painboy runt. "Boss iz dat painboy a new git fur us too?"

"Wusever yu say, but e put sqiug dung in dere too" Mogg said, then turned to the nob.
"So boss, wus es da mission now dat da gunz stations ar taken?" He asked the iron nob

Skarsnikk wrinkles his nose and flinches slightly from the sight of the scrappy piece of metal arm tearing up the wall - forcing the flash of sparks to erupt across the surface. Shaking his head and waving the syringe-wielding arm to dismiss the idea, Skarsnikk would also speak. "Uh.. Nah, nah. Ah'z dun fink it be a gud ahdeh fuh me ta test dat fing out, ya?" Once Mog starts bringing up the mission to the nob, Skarsnikk would quickly shut his mouth while gazing over at the massive ork that stood before him. For a brief moment, the painboy studies the hulking frame along with the large amount of weapons attached to the ork. Now cracking a toothy grin, the painboy would cock his head to the side while whispering softly to his grot assistant. "Roight den. Tayk nut, Zukk. Wrishblaydes wot be detashabo from da ork `n kan shoot out propa' loike a Dakka. Den we sees if we kan tayk sum ol' stikkbombs ta pull out dey `splodey bitz, mix `em wivv farty squig joose ta make `splodey paste! Yah. Dat be a gud `un, aye?"

Skardrend reached over and smacked the Dok over the head, "If ya'z gunna be stayin' down 'ere runt, den ya'z workin' fer da Brigade. Da Warlord can 'ave ya back when 'e needz ya. Jus' no testin' on da lads or meself wivvout askin' first. Uvvawise, I'z skin ya an' use it ta dekkurate me arma." With that the Kommando Nob walked back towards the center of the room, clearing his throat with a phlegm-filled rumble. He rolled his shoulders as he often did, though the scar tissue of previous Kommando's attempts to usurp him was now hidden beneath the Stealth Suit. As a last thought, the power blades sunk back into their compartments, before he reached up to rub at his bright-green mug and accidentally finish each of the past's assassination attempts himself.

"Now den, from wut Rot Teef 'as told me, dere iz anuvva group ov Kommandos out dere. Gork's Grindas er some uvva rot. Meddlin' wiv da Meks an' dere competishun to climb to da top. Well we'z know 'oo should be on top, 'cuz e'z da lad wiv wat we'z now workin' wiv. So'z we goin' ta krump da grindas, bring some balance ta dis ship, den start bringin' scrap an' gear to Zurk's boyz after each mishun. Afta we'z krump da Grindaz, we'z gonna see 'bout goin' planetside. Any ques-chuns?"

"Onlys one, wen do we start?" Mogg asked, allmost impatient in due to him wanting to get some action with the new troop.

<Rot Teef>

Wuz proud dat da boss wanted ta do 'is misshun, plus dat bizzork betta give em a betta deal fur doin dis. "Dats sounds gud boss!" Turnin to da painboy, "Oi needz ya ta patch me up befur da misshun. Gotta be green ta do da best krumpin!" He picked at da black layer coverin his green skin.

Skarnsikk brings a hand up over his head to rub the side that the Nob smacked him in while nodding at the larger ork. "Aye, boss. Ahz gunna show ya Ah be a zoggin' gud Dok ta da crew. U'z see." Upon lowering his arm, the Painboy would look up at the snoozing grot while snarling loudly at his pathetic excuse for an assistant. "Oi! Wayk up ya lousy git! Ya `ear da boss?! We'z gunna sneek up on da sneeky gitz `n snikk `em roight! So get me gud bonesaw out `n slap sum squiggeh poishun on it befuh we gut da stoopid lit'o runts. `op ta it, Zukk!" Now smacking the grot across the head, the tiny foul creature began to spring to attention while climbing down into the large medik pack. Pulling free a massive bonesaw and a small green vial, the grot quickly starts to pour the content over the saw while handing it back to Skarsnikk. Once taking up his personal weapon, the Painboy gives it a glance over before looking over at the Rot Teef. "Mm.. Ah'z kan fix ya up reel gud, yah? Ya wunt me ta flay dat off reel noice wivv me bonesaw? Or ya gunna be a git `n take da scalpel?"