<Rot Teef> OOC: i think we are current now "Pukey come 'ere!" He smeared some of da not dry paint on da grots face. "Youz be da sneakiest grot ya hear me! Dats way I can take ya on da real misshun!" He pushed the grot towards the boss.
<Brigade> Receiving their respective orders the various grunts of the team set out to their jobs. It took the better part of half an hour but they eventually returned, all barring one Grot; Half of Skardrend's personal Grot shoota team was now MIA. "Squig came up on us in da vents boss, managed ta get himself eaten...but Iz got back wiff informashun! Da gitz are apparently plottin a strik---" Krug quickly kicked the Grot aside, silencing any news they may have had. "Da Grinda's are plannin a strike tonight, some git named Butcher got da bright idea ta sell 'imself a Chain Choppa wiff Sparkglub or wotevas personal signacha on 'em. An from wot I 'eard dem gitz da Mek iz workin wiff had a choppa stolen. " The Kommando gave a shrug of his broad shoulders, tapping Dirk's spanner choppa against his knee eagerly, expecting something for his good work. "Gonna be tryin ta blow up 'iz stand tanight! "
<Before> Skarsnikk jumps back as Rot Teef jumps up from the sudden jolt of adrenaline. With a toothy grin and accepting the two teef for payment, the Painboy would quickly shove the orkish currency into his bag while handing the juicy squig over to the ork as a treat for not trying to kill him. <Current> After waiting a good amount of time for the grots to return with information, Skarsnikk could be see using his bonesaw to hack up the ork corpse from earlier that day when he first met the Kommando crew. With the sounds of bones being snapped off and being chopped down on from the massive saw, a strangely wide grin could be seen spreading across the scarred Painboy's visage. Now swiping a tongue over his tried and crusty lips, Skarsnikk would drop the saw while grabbing onto the nearly detached limb while pulling heavily against it. For a few seconds, the arm held up a good fight but eventually a loud snap would emit through the halls. Dropping back on his ass and holding the arm up inspect carefully, the insane Painboy could help but rub his face against the dead flesh. "New part! Zukk! Go fesh me `is eyes so Ah kan add ta da jah incase da new boyz need anuvva' pair!" As the grots returned from their mission, the Painboy quickly looks over at the group while hopping forward to listen in on the quick debrief. After hearing about the enemy orks preparing to attack tonight, Skarsnikk couldn't help but cackle in delight while tossing the torn off arm into his bag. "So we'z goin' ta kill `im gud den, boss? Ah gets furs pick on dey body parts, ya? Only da flesh. Nun o' dat metal bitz fuh now."
<Rot Teef> "Oi datz da bizzork dat wantz da job dun." Dis wuz a pickle, tell butcher, or use 'im as bait. "Boss if we tell Butcher he cud 'elp us get dem gitz. Or use butcher as bait, dat way dey don't catch wind dat we know." He patted Pukey on da head, he done gud dis time. He'd make sure ta get 'im sumfin fur it. "Pukey watz did ya see?"
Grob shot out of his wall hole like one of his rokkitz. He had been ready for something to do with his new Kombi-shoota. "Oi Boss! Im redy, letsz go crump sum grots!"
Skardrend sighed as he nodded through the different options, tossing a few more teef towards the sole surviving Grot. At least now outfitting the errand Gretchin would be half as costly to his time. Maybe even recruit a few more from the Warlord's own horde. "Rot Teef, yooz take us ta da Mek wat gave you da job an' let me talk to 'em. Git da lay of da land, set up a few traps fer da squig suckas, an' ambush fer tonight. Only afta we'z squeezed out a betta reward from da Mek. Afta all! It's 'is lively'ood on da line!" With that, the Kommando Nob shoved the Ork towards the stairs and followed after him. "C'mon lads! Time ta get paid!"
He stumbled towards da stairs. Patting is leg, "Oi Pukey get ova 'ere! Iz gonna need ya eyez." Once the grot latched onto his leg he headed up da stairs. "Dis way boss." Once up in da market he brought da boss to da meetin place. He felt confident dat no one wud recognize da new an improved sneaka grot. "Dis is da meetin spot. Pukey go get Butcher, tell em Rot Teef needz em!" Before da grot cud run off, "Be sneaky bout it!" Turnin back to da boss dat way if deyz watching em dey don't see ya." It made sense ta him hopefully da boss wud like it.
"New bits `n flesh fuh medishun!" Skarsnikk shouts loudly while following up behind the Kommando Nob with a wide smile across his face. As the Painboy passes up the ork corpse that laid near the stairs, Skarsnik would quickly turn back while gazing down at the dead ork. "Dun go anyw'ere! Ah'z be bak fuh more salvagin'!" Now releasing a maniacal laughter as he stomps up the stairs, his personal grot would emerge from the medik pakk with two rusty knives in hand while cheering loudly from behind the group. "Oi, boss! Shuud Ah givv out da foightin' joose `nkays da boyz tayk a shot ta da brain?"
<Brigade> Butcher trundled over following after the Grot. Opening up the damaged piping he found much more than he bargained for. "Rot Tee----" Well that was Rot Teef, and a Nob and several other Boyz...a Painboy one of them clearly, that put a bad feeling in his gut and he wasn't sure if he was about to get krumped. "Wot da zog is dis?" Through damaged grates and torn metal Skarsnikk, Skardrend, Mog and Grob all saw a few things of concern. Namely that the busy trading town in the gutted Hangar was quickly moving with a number of shapes that looked rather threatening. A tankhammer was poking out of of a crowd of Orcs bidding over a new Kombi-shoota at a metal shanty. A top a small two story bar a Kommando in winter stripes was crawling forward with his rokkit-launcha poking out over the edge of the roof. Finally one of the weapon stands went up in a spectacular explosion, hurling a number of choppas into the air that rained all around, killing a few wandering Orkz as they found a blade lodged through their skull or their stomachs spilling out various organs while they looked on with stupid faces. "ME CHOPPAZ!" Butcher cried out, waving his cleaver as he ran off toward the smoking, burning remains of his wooden stand, and right into the path of the Tankhammer wielding Kommando Nob....
<Rot Teef> Dat escalated quickly! "Pukey get bak ta da base! Yooz not redy fur dis!" Yellin afta Butcher, "STOP YA STOOPID GIT! ITZ A TRAP!" Dat tankhamma wuz nasty an da rokkit ork on da roof cud be ded killy. "Boss des gotta be mor den jus dem two." He wuznt gonna stik his nek out dat far fur da bizzork, da dealz waznt dat gud.
