<Rot Teef>

Touchin da comm bead, "Boss, Boardgit iz ded! Needz sum 'elp wif me leg if da dok is around." Wif dat outa da way he started lootin da nob dat caused dem such a 'eadache!

<Rot Teef>
The Nobs corpse was laden with various munitions and hidden blades, blades that looked like not only would they fit his arm just fine but be of far finer quality than the second hand scrap he was given by Scriblitz. (No space used) Alongside that there was Boardgitz rippy choppa, which was weighted down enough that he wouldn't be able to use it in one hand, someone else may have use for it though. (2 Slots) After that it was standard Kommando fair, slugga and ammo for it along with- a map? It was a map of Mork's Murda Brigade's HQ...seemed someone had been snooping and plotting.

OOC You've got 1 loot space open and can opt to carry the snipa shoota, the big choppa is too heavy to just carry and you've got the Harpoon gun in your pack currently eating up 2 of 3 slots.

<Rot Teef>

Pocketing da knifes, he'd need ta make a trip ta da Meks ta see Scriblitz ta get hiz stabby shocka fist upgraded wif da new blades. Picking up da map he used da comm bead again, "Boss weze needz ta up da security at da base! Boardgitz had a map of it on 'im."

Shuvin da map in da bag, he sat down on da ded nobs chest and started picking at da teef left in the remains of hiz lower jaw. "Dok iz needz ya down 'ere! Plus ders ALL dis free parts fur yur collection!" It wuz da dok's day, he had not 1 but 2 nobz he cud take body parts from!

He took da harpoon gun out of hiz bag and put da rippy choppa in. Da harpoon gun wud be nice fur sneaky killin or climbin but da snippa shoota wuz ded killy! He cudnt jus leave it 'ere. Maybe one of da boyz wud 'elp 'im carry da harpoon gun.

In the mix of the small crowd within the trading district, Skarsnikk could be seen browsing the wares of a Mekboy that was trying to get the Painboy to buy something from his cybork section. But as a loud and obnoxious voice began to ring through his right ear! With the voice disturbing Skarsnikk's shopping, he'd began to reply while storming away from the Mekboy's stand. "Gah! Ah'z tryin' ta pik up sum new limbs ova' `ere!" Now grumbling under his breath and heading over towards the same alley that he left the big boss in, the Painboy would come to a complete halt while speaking once more. "W'ere ya at?!"

<Rot Teef>

He looked around not sure how to tell da dok ware he wuz. "Dok I'm near da big explosion! Da one afta da boss fought dat Grindas nob." Hmm well dis jus wudnt do. He cud probably walk to da dok if he wuznt tired from da fightin. "Iz gotz a nice harpoon gun wif a wire so dat yur patients can't run away from ya! Ya jus gotta fix up me knee!"

The ears on Skarsnikk's head quickly perks up at the sound of a snazzy harpoon gun being added to his arsenal. Without another word, the Painboy swiftly makes his way through the broken stand and into a dark alley where a few trails of dead ork corpses could be seen laying about. Now pushing the dead orks aside, Skarnikk would press himself deeper into the nearly destroyed area while keeping his eyes opened; just incase there were any Grinda' orks left around. As Skarsnikk ventures deeper, he would finally be able to make out an abnormally large ork's legs laying across the floor. A nob! Perhaps this was where Rot Teef's located in. The Dok broke out into a full sprint as he rushes through the area but would come to a full stop as he looks over at Rot Teef. "Oi! Oi! Tell me w'ere ya `urtin' `n Ah'll get ya up in no time!" The Painboy rotates the needles on his syringe once more until the Kalma pint pops up into his injecting slot.

(( OOC: List the injured parts! ))

(OOC: knife the length of an arm through the knee!)

<Rot Teef>

Smiled when he saw da dok runnin up to 'im. "Oi itz me favrit dok! It's dis leg roight 'ere." He patted da bleedin leg. "Dis stoopid git stabbed me wif a big rippy choppa right thru der. Jus a quik patch fur now dok. Soz dat I can go an find a cybork knee fur ya ta put in!" He reached ova and grabbed da harpoon gun and handed it to da dok. "Oi, an 'eres da payment datz I owe ya!" He sat on da nobs chest and wait fur da dok ta finish 'iz wurk.

(OOC: it takes up 2 spots but you can carry it so it doesn't take up any)

Skarsnikk examines the wound closely while raising a hand to scratch his head. Since the patch had to be quick so they may get back to HQ, the Painboy quickly reaches into his front pouch and pulls out ten short hair squigs for the current job. But before Skarsnikk could get to work, he'd call upon Zukk once more while bringing his hand up towards Rot Teef's neck so he may inject Kalma into the Ork's blood stream. "Oi, Zukk! Mug o' foightin' joose, a chewin' squig `n swab squig! Muuv it!" Like before, the grot rummages through the pack and pulls out another mug of juice while removing the lid. Now dropping the chewing squig into the mug, he'd offer the consumable liquid over to Skarsnikk while tossing the swab squig down towards Rot Teef's frame. Upon recieving the drink, the Dok would bring the mug over to Rot as he picks up the swab and proceeds to place a hand on the knife. "Yu'z drink every last drop o' dat, ya? Den start chewin' on da squig `n w'en dat `appenz, Ah'll pull da gutta out reel fast loik. Reddy?"

(( Kalma: Euphoric sedative that helps lower the adrenaline from Rot and to calm him down for the moment. And to prevent blood from gushing out. ))

<Rot Teef>

Grabs tha jar and chugs da jooise. As he's chewin on da chewin squig he gives da dok da thumbs up.

(OOC: I'll leave the description of this to you! You're better at the crazy ork surgery than I could be! I'll be back on in a few hours!)

"Lez get ta wurk!" The moment Rot slams back his drink, Skarsnikk would instantly react by ripping out the knife in one swift moment. Through the tearing of the choppa, the Ork's blood would slowly creep outwards and before the crimson fluid could squirt out; the Dok quickly runs the swab squig over the wound to absorb the steady stream of blood. "Zukk! Clip da uvva' side wiv da `air squig." Scrambling to his feet and sliding off of the Painboy, Zukk would rush over towards the inner section of Rot's knee while grabbing five of the hair squigs being offered. Working together and clipping the squigs on, the pair of mad surgeons began to clip the mouth of their strange squig onto the wound - closing it up and blocking out the blood from gushing out. Due to the slit being sealed off, Skarsnikk started to dab the flesh with swab squig - removing what was left of the blood before tossing the hairy creature over his back.

Now leaning backwards to take a look at his quick work, the Painboy couldn't help but feel like he was missing something. Skarsnikk's brows began to furrow as he frowns at the knee but eventually the Ork's eyes would widen as an idea came to him. Reaching behind his back and opening a hidden compartment under his pack, the Painboy would pull out a jar of clipped vampire squigs. Since the hair squigs were already sucking out the bad blood and eating away the infection given to Rot from the enemy nob, Skarsnikk decided to speed up the action by removing a vamp squig from his jar. With the creature screeching loudly once it was pulled out, the wielder would place it near the wound - having the squig latch on tightly around Rot's leg so it may soak up what was left of the bad blood.

Since the knife did pierce the knee completely, the Ork's movement would become more of a limp and might actually cause a large amount of pain per step. Skarsnikk's eyes began to squint as he gazes down at the knee to see if he had left out anything else. Once again, the Painboy's brain just hatched another idea! Ripping out the vampire squig and throwing it away after the creature had it's fill of the fluid, Skarsnikk would pull out the same jar of mud he had used in the past for the Brigade. As the Painboy brings it forward, he'd pop the lid open while dipping his hands into the sticky substance. Once the ork slathers up his hands in the wet mud, Skarsnikk began to bring it towards the knee while rubbing the healing mud salve around the wound - making sure he didn't disturb the hair squigs as he coats the knee in the substance. Upon coating the last inch of the cut, the Dok would rub his hands over his pants while picking up his items and throwing them into the pack. With that, Skarsnikk would speak out in a proud tone. "Daz all Ah kan do fer ya now! Since dat gutta' got stuck so deep inside ya knee, Ah'd recommend yu'z not try ta put tuu much pressha on ya stompa', ya? Yu'z may krump up ya bonez `n yu'z gunna fall all ova' da playsh. Wunce we get bak ta da Racks, Ah'z kan `elp patch ya up fully." After his piece, Skarsnikk picks up the harpoon while looking down at Rot Teef. "Lootin' kan come latah fuh dat git. W'ere'z we goin' now?"

(( OOC: Same! I need to get some sleep. xD ))