Skardrend regained control of himself somewhere near the Mek Shops where he had first hired Zurk to build his armor, the red mist of rage steadily vanishing to reveal the intent that had been there beneath the clouding effect of the fightin' juice. Other lads had cleared a path of what had appeared to be a 'Ard Nob sporting a pair Choppas for arms and packed with explosives. No boy really wanted to be in the way of that. Breathing heavily, he picked his way towards Zurk's shop. "I'z got 'splosives if yooz got Zurk an' a fixa."

((OoC: Sorry lads, kind of busy today. After the repairs, I'll try and post of him going back to get the next mission started, but if I'm taking too long Deran, I'll give you my choice in the PM. Sorry!))

OOC: Take your time, gives everyone time to interact or go visit the Meks ect ect, I'm not in any real hurry.
<Skardrend>
"Zurk went down ta join da scrap few hours ago. " A Grot greeted him, peering up at Skar from behind the cover of a stack of shootas for sale. "Can find some boyz ta repair ya armor, sure deyz like ta see da explosives in exchange fer it. "

As the Painboy continues walking past the numerous rooms that spreads out before him, he'd make a mental note of those that he passes by that were clearly marked. But once Skarsnikk reaches the empty room that seems to be worn out and completely wrecked, the ork would drop his box while his jaw dropped at the sight. "Oi.. Daz a buuty roight dere. Kan ya see da potenshul, Zukk?" With a wicked grin, Skarsnikk steps into the room while looking up at all the old utilities that seems to be rusted and dripping with their strange clogged fluid. "Zukk. `ead up ta da uppah levels `n get me a group o' grotz `n four squig pipes. We'z got wurk ta do."

With the orders being given out, Zukk quickly climbs off of Skarsnikk's pack and sprints out towards the exit and up the stairs! While his grot went to go get what Skarsnikk asked for, the Painboy would drop down onto one knee so he may do a quick search through his box. Upon finding what he was looking for, Skarsnikk raises the jar that contains a large group of strange insects inside the container. Now opening the jar, Skarsnikk would point the creatures into different locations - mainly the drains and clogged shower heads. "Plenty o' fings ta eat `n dem `oles, ya? Get tu it!" After the next set of commands were given, the insects began to crawl down from Skarsnikk's hand while they scatter across the room - digging themselves into the drains and numerous shower heads scattered across the area! Genetically modified Parasite-Hunting Squigs! All specifically designed to devour anything in their path and contains the appetite of a Buzzing Squig.

As the clean up crew gets set in motion, Skarsnikk turns to the orks carrying his table and offers them a nod. Now dropping the furniture against the ground and taking off for the stairs, the Painboy would shift his body back towards the box while leaning over to retrieve another item. While it resembles something like a buggy polisher, this device would actually contain a deadly buzz-saw laying flat rather than a buffer. With a wide smile, Skarsnikk drops to the floor and flips on the button! Instantly, the machine roars to life while the Painboy began pushing his way through the fungus - chopping down everything in his path to clear cut every last unwanted growth inside his new medical bay.

<Rot Teef>

(OOC: I'll redo my return to the HQ)

Returnin ta da HQ he immediately went to hiz area ta drop off hiz gear and find Pukey. "Oi Pukey iz need ya ta find da Gork's Grindas old 'eadquarters! Be 'xtra sneaky! I'll get ya a nice slugga if ya mak it back! If ya see der grots tell 'em dey wurk fur da Mork's Murda Brigade now!" Wif hiz orders given Pukey ran out ta da vents ta get ta da misshun.

Walkin back to da main area of da base, "Warez da dok? I'm reddy fur me surgry. Oi dos dat harpoony gun cova dis? Since I'm not gettin da cybork leg yet." He walked around lookin in rooms while he talked.

(( OOC: Gonna go ahead and push forward on the medic clean up since it has been a few hours. ))

With the help of Zukk and a group of grots, Skarsnikk was able to get the entire medical bay fully operational! As far as ork hygiene goes, the Painboy was able to get the drains unclogged - allowing spilled blood from his experiments and surgery to drip directly down the sewer systems and falling out into the garbage disposal. After a few hours of working on the Dok's new area, Skarsnikk would've also been able to completely buff out the floors - clearing a fungus and bacteria that had been laying around and through the help of the tiny green creatures; the tiles have been replaced with an iron flooring!

For the walls, Skarsnikk and the grots were able to clean up the rusty mess that plagued the surface and instead, they group had freshly painted the walls in skull white; along with adding in a crude painting of Mork across the surface. With the interior decoration nearing completion, Skarsnikk could be seen straightening out his table with a spotlight pointing down directly at the surface for his patients. While the Painboy began to attach a cybork claw at the head of the table - which allows the Dok to do precise open surgery with the help of the robotic limb. Aside from Skarsnikk fixing up the cybernetic claw, the grots are now hanging up the spare parts that the Dok had bought from the Deff Skullz - along with hanging up the Orkish Certificates for being an official Painboy! Although they may be fake to make Skarsnikk look fancy, it didn't seem to matter as there are stamps of approval from the Warlord plastered across the parchment.

After finishing up the claw and the spare parts being hung up, Skarsnikk takes a few steps back to admire his work. With the final pieces getting touched up, the Dok would point over towards the iron racks that were nailed to the wall. "Put me jars up on da rak, Zukk. Gotta `ave me tools `n uvva' bitz ready fuh wurk!" Nodding eagerly at the Painboy, the assistant grot quickly rushed over towards the box and proceeded to take out the jars while handing them over to the other lesser creatures. As they approached the rack, they'd climb over one another to place the jars of squigs and organic matter onto the surface before dropping back down and rushing out of the room. With that, the Painboy takes in a deep breath before exhaling loudly. "Ya smell dat, Zukk? Itz da smell o' progress. We'z gunna get rich reel fast! Ah kan feel it." Once more, the grot nods over at the Painboy and swiftly climbs up the Dok's shoulder while Skarsnikk threw on a white overcoat that seems to have been stolen from the Imperial Guards. Now cracking a wide grin, the Painboy raises a hand to brush off the numerous Imperial medals along with Orkish badges before slamming his door shut and turning the closed sign at on his end of the door to open.

<Rot Teef>

Finally findin da dok in da medork bay dat wuz not der earlya. He pushed da door open wif sum nervousness. "Dok ya in der? Yooz takin paishuns naw?" Walkin in to da room dat wuz almost pure white wuz odd fer da ork, an he wuz surprised ta see da dok wearin a white coat too. "Dis looks vury purfeshunal dok! How much dis gonna cost me? Or dos yooz new harpoon shoota cova dis?" He actually wuz less worried bout dis now dat da dok had a gud n proppa oparatein room.

As Rot Teef pushes Skarsnikk's door open, the Painboy would glance back over at the ork while giving off a toothy grin. Without a word, the mad surgeon would roll over towards Rot Teef while sitting on a rolling chair that he brought with him to the barracks. "Gah! Yu'z paid fuh yer minah treetment wivv da `ahpuun shoota', ya? So fer da sekun treetment, We'z gunna do da six teef deel, ya? Did ya bring me dat cybork leg or shuud Ah extend da temp treetment?"

<Rot Teef>

He held out his empty hands, "No new leg yet dok jus mak dis mor sturdy til I get one. Afta dis I might go try ta find one befor da misshun, but til den just da minimum." He sat down on da dokta's table. "Dat gonna be ok dok?"

"Aye, dat be fine wivv me." As Rot Teef took a seat on the operating table, Skarsnikk would roll his chair backwards towards the head while offering the ork a push so he may lay back. In order to keep Rot Teef from violently lashing out if the pain grows too strong from the Dok's work, Skarsnikk was forced to pull up the squig-flesh straps across the ork's body. Making sure that Rot Teef is fully secured, the Dok would push the straps through an iron buckle while pushing the iron rod through the holes. Now examining the ork's restraints, Skarsnikk would roll over towards his table to lift up a black tinted pad before scooting back over towards Rot Teef's leg. "Ah'z gunna check ta see wot Ah be wurkin' wivv, ya? Den Ah kan no'z wot ta do wivv yer leg." With that, Skarsnikk raises the black tinted pad over Rot Teef's injured leg and holds it there for a brief second before a bright white flash erupts from the pad. Now lifting the pad up towards his face, Skarsnikk would study the picture carefully before speaking to Zukk. "Oi! Ah need an emptee needle, da jar o' squig payst, a swab squig, `n an emptee jah, Zukk!" Mayk it quikk." Now looking over at Rot Teef, the Painboy would bring the pad over towards the ork's face while pointing at the bio-scan result. "Frum dis `umie pad fingy, it sayz dat da gutta pierced roight t'roo ya gum fings between ya knee, yah? Dat be a gud fing fer yu'z, uvva'wize Ah'z gunna `ave ta take yer own leg. But fuh now, Ah kan replace da gum wivv sum'fing staybo. Yu'z gunna walk funny fer a few dayz, but aftah dat, yu'z gunna be gud ta go!"

"Well den, get dem ta work." The Kommando Nob dug out both the Rokkits and the miniature explosives, shoving them into the Grot's hands before looking about impatiently. "I'z got work ta do lads, so get dis done propa."