<Rot Teef> "Awright datz gud! Cuz dat beauty iz gonna need ta be upgraded latta on! I'll be roight back gonna get anotha Mek ta fix me slugga!" He strained ta get up from da pile, but finally managed ta get up and waddled back into da shop ta find a dakka Mek ta fix 'iz slugga. Out in da Mek shop, "Any of ya Meks make des 2 sluggas into 1 double barrel slugga?" He jus directed it at da whole shop since he didn't kno no otha Meks. He'd wurk out da price once he found one dat wud fix dem up.
<Before @ Rot Teef> "If yu'z wunt a nu lit'o plate fer yer leg, it'z gunna cost ya atleest fourteen teef! Espeshully if Ah'z da wun providin' it fer ya `n dey ussholly sell da it by da leg, ya? So dat meenz Ah'z gotta remuuv da kicka' part `n keep da knee plate. But if yu'z kan fine yer own replaysment, Ah kan put it in fer six teef. Sound gud?" Skarsnikk keeps his eyes on Rot Teef as the ork continues to limp across the district. In order to make sure that the cunt wasn't going to suddenly erupt in blood, the Dok was forced to pay attention while staying close by to the ork. But as they enter the base without any sudden explosion of crimson fluid, Skarsnikk would wave a hand to dismiss Rot Teef while heading off on his own. "Ah'll be at da racks w'en yu'z ready ta get yer leg fixed. Gunna try `n create me own mediko bay!"
<Before @Skarsnikk> Rubbin hiz chin, "14 teef? I fink iz can find a leg ta have ya attach fur 6 teef." Unless dat rippy choppa sold fur a lot he'd jus hav ta wait ta get da leg fixed. "Wat bout jus fixin it til iz findz a cybork leg? Can ya do it dat way?" Next misshun he'd need ta find more teef or a leg!
<Before @ Rot Teef> Skarsnikk turns back around to face the limping ork and brings a hand up to stroke his chin. While the Dok puts on his thinking face, he'd also pull out a chewin' squig to throw in his mouth to help him come up with ideas for the patch. "Mm.." Chewing loudly on the squig and rotating the slimy creature around in his mouth, the Dok offers Rot a nod while shouting out at the injured ork. "Aye! Ah kan do dat, but it'z only gunna be a minah fix, ya? Ah'll `ave Zukk check me inventory ta see if Ah'z got any more o' dem gas squig goop left. Ah'z gunna `ave ta run sum tests ta see wot's wrong wivv yer leg, den Ah kan go `bout ta fixin' it up fer ya. `ead back ta da racks w'en yu'z ready!" The Painboy turns back around and continues making his way down to the lower level of the krooza while looking up at Zukk that's firmly planted across his shoulder. "Get my bio-scanna' up `n runnin w'en we get bak, Zukk. Ah'z wunt ta do a quikk check on `is leg ta see wot got sliced open. `n `elp me check da stash fer da squig goop."
<Rot Teef> A twin-linked slugga was as easy as tying the pair of weapons together and wiring their triggers together with one slap dash coil that required only a firm tug to light up both barrels. Even Spannerboyz were capable of it so it just came down to who was cheapest, in this case a lesser known Mek desperate for work willing to do it for a single toof.
<Rot Teef> <Before @Skarsnikk> He grunted at da dok before headin Fur da Meks. Da dok finally had sum one ta do 'iz 'xperimentz on. He jus hoped dat da dok didn't go ova board! <Current> Pickin up da double barrel slugga he tossed da Mek 1 teef, (I think it should be toof but I'm not sure) "Tanks fur da wurk." He then headed back in to Scriblitz shop to check da progress on his stabby shocka fist. "Wat da ya fink a cybork leg will cost? I'm gonna need ta find one soon." Even before he finished his sentence he swore he saw a glint in da Meks eye.
<Rot Teef> "Alot right now, Death Skulls got ahold of a lot of da supplies on da Krooza, like dey knew dere would be a lot of loot left ovar from today's ruckus and the raid on da platform. Iz say if yer lookin fer a new leg? Just git a Dok ta stitch a regular ol meat one on till supplies in an yaz can git one actually worf more den a Squig's arse. " Scratching his head with a claw he continued modifying the weapon limb for several more minutes tweaking some of the wiring till it better fit his idea of what it should look like; in this case a grinning skull design under a protective metal plate that hid his artwork from view. "Dere we go, all set, now scram Iz got more kustomash waitin. "
As Skarsnikk makes his way to the barracks, he could be seen hauling a large box filled with random scraps that pokes out from the container; along with numerous jars of unknown fluids and strange specimens. The moment Skarsnikk makes contact with the ground, he'd gaze over at the ork boyz while they carried a giant metal claw down the steps along with a large iron table with straps and buckles on the sides. "Muuv it! Ah'z got stuff ta do `n Ah need me set up dun reel quik!" The Painboy began to stomp over towards the open room while trying to find a dark corner for his person lab space. As he scans over the barracks, Skarsnikk would continue to chew on the gob squig while wrinkling his nose. It must be a perfect spot! (( OOC: Can I get a quick rundown on how the barracks look? )))
<Skarsnikk> The Brigade's Head Quarters was a touch cramped but workable for the Painboyz needs. It was a five room affair, two rooms dedicated to metal bed racks and sleep rolls of various materials once meant to provide some rest to twenty naval crewmen now lay at the whims of Orks. A nearby Ventilation shaft had been claimed by Grob whom used it as his own space while a third room was clearly marked out as Skardrend's territory, the teams two Grots consorting within while Krug lazed with a mug of fungus beer out in the hall playing watch squig for a bit. A fourth empty room that had previously served as a wash room had laid abandoned for some time, a living carpet of fungus having grown over the floor tiling and the various drains and shower heads clogged up with Mork knew what.
<Rot Teef> "Tanks again Scriblitz! Yooz da Mek!" He hurried outta da Mek shop and made hiz way back ta da base. When he entered da 'eadquarters redy fur surgery! " Ok dok lets do dis!"
