<Skarboy> The Grots nodded as they dragged the explosives back toward the workshop, a pair of Spannerboyz waving him back to get operating on his armor. "Alright letz see 'ere...splosives should cover yooz okay, if only just. " Nodding in sagely fashion the Mek sent his underlings out to gather replacement scrap sheets and armor plates, even going so far as to reinforce the suit with a layer of Squig Hide providing some extra comfort and protection. OOC: Feel free to gather everyone for mission start, will handle the drop and deployment tomorrow!
<Rot Teef> Lookin at da straps den lookin at da pad fingy da dok shuvd in 'iz face. Nothin on da screen made sense ta him even wif da dok sayin wat it wuz. "Wateva ya say dok. As long as I can walkz gud again!" He laid 'iz head back and waited fur da dok to begin. "Ya got anotha of dos chewy squigs?" Wif da reputation dat da dok's had dis wuz gonna 'urt!
"Ah do, yah." Once Zukk brings over all the equipment that was required for this quick operation, the Painboy gently grants his grot a soft pat on the head while pointing over at the large metal keg that's dripping with green liquid at the tap. "Zukk. Bring me a gob squig `n a mug o' fungus brew fer da lad, ya? Dat shuud `elp take `is mind off o' fings." Now lowering the pad and placing it over onto the table, Skarsnikk moves his chair back towards the leg while scooping up the empty syringe and the squig paste jar. Upon getting his tools, the Dok would place the jar on top of the table next to Rot Teef's leg before dipping the syringe into the sticky substance. After dropping the entire needle into paste, the Painboy slowly draws back the end of the syringe and sucking in the substance from the jar. Once the syringe reaches the peak, Zha'kax would lift it away from the jar while pointing the needle upwards and pushing down on the end - causing a spittle of paste to squirt out from the tip. As he does this, Zukk quickly rushes back over to Rot Teef and climbs up the makeshift staircase to offer the ork a fungus beer and a gob squig. But since Rot Teef had been strapped to the table, Zukk would help tilt the ork's head back while pouring the fungus brew into Rot's mouth before tossing a gob squig into the ork's maw. "Gud Zukk! Now keep `im occupied so Ah kan wurk quickly."
<Rot Teef> Drinkin da fungus beer and chomping on da gob squig. All he cud do wuz nod to da dok an close 'iz eyez. He jus laid der finking bout all da teef he wuz gonna tak from da Grindas gitz HQ. He wondered how long it wud tak dat grot Pukey ta find it den get back. Stoopid grot betta not get 'im self killed!
With the beer being consumed and the gob squig being chewed on, Skarsnikk finally raises his syringe and proceeds to inject Rot Teef's wounded leg with a pint of Kalma. Upon pushing the euphoric sedative into the ork's knee, Skarsnikk would quickly pull out his syringe while make a grab of the middle hair squig that's still attached to Rot's wound. With the help of the ten hair squigs, the gash was nearly closed - which is a good sign for the ork! Now bringing a hand over to the knee cap, the Dok starts to flick at the bruised knee while trying to find the soft and wounded spot across the bone. After a few flicks with his middle finger, the strike was able to locate the correct area; along with pushing it down slightly. Since Skarsnikk did inject Rot with a heavy dose of Kalma, the ork should really feel a thing! Unless the Dok accidentally pokes the bone with his syringe! Skarsnikk carefully lines up the squig paste syringe along the ork's gash while tracing a line mentally over Rot's flesh. Now trying to find the right area for this injection, he'd press his face forward while squinting his eyes. The Dok's hand began to shake as he draws close, but this did not deter him away from the patient's wound. Now placing the dripping needle within the nearly sealed flesh, Skarnsikk pushes it forward - spreading the wounded skin apart and instantly making contact with bone. Suddenly, the Dok's needle would scrape heavily against Rot Teef's knee - causing the Dok's eyes to widen as he began to panic. Now moving his syringe randomly through the ork's flesh, Skarsnikk was still trying to locate the injured cartilage from inside the knee! After a few minutes of constantly scraping Rot's bone, the Painboy's needle suddenly found purchase against the desired location! With a wide smile through that possibly painful confusion, Skarsnikk began to press the syringe forward until he struck the other side of Rot Teef's knee. Now nodding to himself, he began to pull the needle back while counting in his head. After the three count from the slow withdrawal, Skarsnikk finally pushes down the end - forcing the needle to emit the squig goop through the cartilage; covering the devastating area in the sticky substance. Since the knee's cartilage was damaged, the sticky squig goop would replace the damage areas by filling them in along with coating the ork's bone and connecting the two severed sections together. This injection would also help make Rot Teef's movement alot less choppy - granting him a smooth stride once the after effects of limping comes to an end. As the last drop of squig goop gets pressed out, Skarsnikk pulls the syringe away while scooting back on his chair and setting the medical tool down. "Unstrap `im, Zukk. If yu'z kan `ear me in dere, stand up `n givv me a few laps `round da tabol." The Painboy squints his eyes at the ork while Zukk removes the straps from his body - giving Rot Teef full freedom.
<Rot Teef> Slowly sat up an shook 'iz head before slidin to da edge of da table. Furst 'is gud leg hit da floor, den da fixed one. When he attempted to stand da numbness in 'iz knee caused 'im ta stumble slightly, he had ta grab da table ta steady 'imself. Once he got hiz footin again he started da laps dat da dok wanted 'im ta do. "Dats gud dok! 'Ow long til I'm bak ta normal?" He kept walkin til da dok said ta stop. "Dok I'll give ya dis nob toof if I can hav sum mor of dat fungus beer! 2 pints!" He held up da large toof reddy fur da dok ta grab it, he looked to da grot to giv 'im da beer.
Skarsnikk nods to himself while granting Rot Teef a wide grin. "Dat legz gunna tayk `bot a gud t'ree dayz, yah? Try ta walk as much as ya kan so da squig goop dun harden so quikk. Let it eaz in fursh `n in a few dayz, yu'z shuud be gud ta go!" After his piece, Skarsnikk looks over at the nob toof and then down towards Zukk. "Get `im tuu mugs o' fungus beer ta go. `n t'row in an joosey eatin' squig fer a snakk sinsh `e din try ta kut me open fuh cozzin' `im da leg payn." Zukk offers Skarsnikk a thumbs up before skittering across the grown and heading back towards the keg. With the help of his makeshift staircase, the grot would pull up two mugs to fill with the fungus brew. Having the containers being filled to the brim, Zukk began to slide down carefully while moving over to Rot Teef with the drinks. "Givv da toof ta Zukk along wivv da six teef fuh payment. Den yu'z kan leev.. but remembah ta walk `round more! If da goop `ardens tuu quik, Ah'z gunna `ave ta chop off ya leg!"
Some time later, the Kommando Nob would walk back into the headquarters of the Brigade with freshly patched armor and squig skin. He looked around their territory and cleared his throat, "Lads! Line up! We'z got a mishun! Some gits down on da planet are needin' help wiv some 'ard 'umies in da swamp! So camo up and bring ya squig rations, we'z gonna be huntin' tight to da belt." As Skardrend spoke, he would gather his own supplies. A light pack containing his spare explosives and own dried squig rations, along with a canteen of grog. His new armor would need a new coat of paint to properly blend in. Lastly a few more clips of ammunition for his Slugga.
<Brigade> Getting down to the planet was an easy enough task, a transport loaded up for bear with more Snake Bites was preparing for take off from one of the functioning Hangars that was still being used for small craft. Lifting off the boxy shape of Waaaaaaagh Bladeteef's transport started it's screaming descent planet side. Nothing out of the ordinary on the trip below with only a few plates stripping off from their transport. They came down hard as any other landing, their ship crash landing just outside the camp and carving a ragged wound of muddy soil in the world, only two casualties though! The assault ramp dropped allowing everyone to march out, pilot and co-pilot forgotten by all but the few loot minded Boyz picking at their corpses. Boots met water then sunk down beneath the brown murk of the swamp and became lodged inside the suckling soggy soils beneath, however in turn they were violently ripped free as the Orkz began their march. Stamping past tall whip like trees with expansive tangles of branches that seemed to drain the very sun to keep it from reaching the floor of the swamp it was made clear they would be working in what were essentially dusk light conditions. Several minutes of sloshing brought everyone into view of their camp; a poorly walled area with several noticeable gaps in the defenses where boyz could enter and exit at free will. Gun emplacements were sparse with little room to actually use them thanks to the thick trees and their foes kunnin nature made them of limited use, not that the Orks here minded one bit. Snake Bites were always known to be a touch backwards, sticking to their choppas and war Squigs as opposed to any real technological marvels, not to say they went out as several slumbering Deff Dreads off toward the scrap heap/Mek shop area of the camp would attest. A number of bloated Spongey Squigs were tied up in a flotilla around the perimeter of the camp, helping soak up excess water for all sorts of uses ranging from brewing, rations or of course just the fun of squishing them to make a mess. Occasionally Grot tenders ran out to retrieve one for wringing out or to replace a Squig that had drawn in too much water and simply exploded much to the delight of those Boyz stuck on watch duty. At last passing onto drier grounds Mork's Murda Brigade found itself approaching a massive ring of fire circling a totem constructed from various materials; wood, bones of Kroot and Humans, metals and of course dung where applicable. The effigy having been formed into the visage of an Orkeosaurus rearing up on hind legs, tusked head cast to the side in a feral roar. Scattered around it were dozens upon dozens of hovels and huts for the boyz, while a single massive hut raised on stilts of bone undoubtedly housed the Warboss in charge of this camp along with his advisers and strongest Nobs. There first was of course the Mek's Yard, smaller here than it normally would be with only half a dozen piles of bodies and corpses sitting in front of a gutted lander. A number of Meks busy at work with their Spannerboyz trying to create weapons that might appeal to their stubborn kin. Elsewhere the Squig Drops were set just inside the largest gate, acting as a defensive installation of sorts thanks to it's payload of angry bitey beast housed within. Several larger above ground pens were formed of sharpened stakes facing inward, and the main technical caveat of the camp in the form of electrified fencing to help contain some of the larger breeds of Squig beast. Your move Brigade, your move.
<Rot Teef> Headin towards da Mek shops, he planned on sellin da rippy choppa dat wuz too big fur 'iz use. If anyone wuz gonna give 'im da most fur it, dat wud be des gitz! "Oi Meks, iz got sumfin fur sell or trade. Who wantz ta deal?" He slapped the over sized rippy choppa on da table. Da Meks dem selves wudnt care much but da gitz buy der wurk wud pay a ton O' Teef fur it. He only went ta da Meks furst cause dey prolly had betta stuff den des Snake Bites!
