<pre-planetcrash> "one of em was very supriset dat yu were winnin da foights wit da grindaz nob, bot both of em was finkin we wer gonna fail da job, since we dun skout enuff." Mogg conteniud, hoping it woulednt awake the bosses ire that they where critezised by the bosses kommandos, "But oi snuk up on em boss, dey ditent expekt dat eiter."
The rough landing was more than enough to rattle the Painboy's head since he's rather used to crashing into enemy hulks and kroozas. Now struggling to walk out of the transport, Skarsnikk would fall forward - having his head hit the murky water while trying to keep himself from laying face flat into the liquid. Not wanting to stomped on and being turned into ork paste, Skarsnikk would quickly push himself up while looking around to get a grip of reality before Zukk smacks the Painboy over the head with a kroot skull. Now shaking himself off, Skarsnikk raises a hand to give Zukk a thumbs up before walking over towards the town on planetside. With his eyes being drawn to nearly anything that moves, the Dok couldn't help but crack a wide smile at the amount of tek out in the world. From deff dreads to killa kanz, Orkeosaurus and other various creatures that were born from orkish spores. Taking in the moment to breathe in the foul scent of his race, Skarsnikk would release a deep exhale while stomping forward. "Yu'z smell dat, Zukk?" The assistant grot looks down at Skarsnikk and raises a grubby little hand to pinch his own nose. "Ah. Dun be loik dat. W'ere dere be meks `n killaz, dere'z also plenty o' payshuns ta treet! Lez get ta wurk!" The Dok didn't bring any of the upgrades that he picked off from the last mission against the Grindaz - giving him enough free space to loot or buy a few items to place in his bag! Now moving forward and heading to one of the mek shops, Skarsnikk would speak out while peering through the stand for the owner. "Oi! Oi! Ah'z needz sum cybork parts fer me boyz, ya? Wot ya got fer sayo?" Current Loadout: - `Urty Syringe - Kalma, `splodin' Squig Paste, Fury = Left Arm - Bonesaw = Right Arm - x3 Jars of Fighting Joose = Bottom Compartment - x2 Rolls of Squig Flesh = Bottom Compartment - x5 Hairy Squigs (Small) = Pocket - x16 Teefs = Pocket - 3 Bag Slots = Large Compartment
<Rot Teef> All the slugga fire did was attract the attention of more Orkz and piss off the still living owner whom had just barely ducked out of the way and was now bearing a fat burn mark on his scalp. At once they all leapt upon him, mob rule would decide this! At least until the kunnin git was jostled out of the pile and ignored, the various Greenskins tearing at each other thinking Rot Teef and the blade were still in the pile. <Mogg> A few faces looked in his direction, lighting up at the sight of someone who might be interested in actual fun tek rather than just plain old choppas. "Owz can we be of 'elp bruva? " One Spannerboy jogged up, several more behind him all wearing the colors of whatever Mek they were learning under. <Skarsnikk> "Cybork parts? Bah none round deese parts, dem Snake Bitez naw fancyin none of 'em so we naw been botherin. Da Painboyz 'ere just sew on woteva is at hand. " A rather runty looking Mek approached Skarsnikk while everyone else crowded around Mogg and his shoota. <Skardrend> "Upon entering the Warbosses hut he found himself face to face with half a dozen Nobs standing around a stretched piece of Squig Hide pinned with various teeth and small Kroot knifes and painted green in splotches or brown elsewhere. Two of them bore the markings of the Blood Axe klan, the rest all Snakebites through and through. "Da zog do yooz want? " The largest of the brutes shambled over wielding a single double headed choppa axe in his hands, each knuckle painted with a small pyramid in varying shades of red and white.
"Oi aint got no fancy loots nor anyfing, but hmm, im alweys looking out fo bitz'n gubbins to make me boomstikk ear mor killy, or overfings, oi aint no snakebite dats fo sure." Mogg answered back hoping that he atleast might get the curiosity of a few bored out meks. and he did have a couple of spare teef.
<Rot Teef> Well dat didn't go ta plan! He took advantage of the brawl and slipped ova to da Mek tent. "Dos Snake Bite gitz are all riled up out der!" He tried ta play off da whole ordeal outside. "Wat yooz Meks got fur trade?"
Skarsnikk bites down on his tongue and curses under his breath at the horrible luck! Out of all the planets they had to land on, this one didn't even contain a single scrap of cybork bitz. The Painboy lifts his right hand and starts to rub his chin while Zukk throws a gob squig insides the Dok's mouth to chew on. Now stuck in deep thought for a few seconds, Skarsnikk began to nod to himself while looking over at the Mek. "Den wotz ya got out `ere if ya ain't got no cybork bitz, eh? Ah needz sum'fing fer attashmunz dat Ah kan slap on a cybork arm. Showda kannunz? Deff Dread sawz? Ooo.. Wot `bout a grot killa kan fer Zukk?"
Grob had nothing to sell, so he just did some exploring around the camp. He stumbled upon the Squig farm. Some of them were bigger then his nob, while others were around the same as normal Squig. He had his choppa axe in one hand and his kombi-rokkit in the other. Making em ready to give any 'ungry Squig a nice krumpin.
<Grob> Instead of any rowdy Squigs coming to chomp him a Runtherd was found milling about as half a dozen attendant Gretchin were shoveling dung out of pen for a fat bodied Bite Squig the size of a Warbike, a pair of heavy manacles about its legs kept the creature from simply bounding off from the stable. "Yooz lookin fer Squigs? " <Skarsnikk> "Killa Kans and Deffs are just 'ere for protection an krumpin, maybe try ta convince da Snake Bitez ta give dis tek fing a go roight? Da Boss Mek 'ere would krump us good for touchin those, sposed ta be one uv da Big Mek's masta works an blaaaaah. Gimme a bit ta go rummage around an maybe Iz can find somin ta cook up for yooz. " Shuffling off the Spannerboy wouldn't be returning for a while yet. <Rot Teef> "Well wot all do yooz got?" A Spannerboy with several exposed wires and tubes pushing out from his cheek and into a metal jaw inquired. "Dat big choppa dere would make decent teef 'ere ifin yooz know 'ow ta sell it or who ta look fer. " He waved a gnarled green hand about the entire camp indicating everyone was a potential customer. <Mogg> The Meks all looked between each other as they studied the Speshul Shoota, scratching heads and bumbling around before coming back empty handed. "Iz got dis lucky blue wire 'ere yooz can put on it, just be five teef! " Of course that wire was a looted boot strap....not even painted all the way blue either!
<Rot Teef> Scratching his chin, "Well show me wat ya got an I might trade ya dis rippy choppa fur it." He had better luck wif da Meks den des Snake Bite gitz. Dey already jumped 'im once fur da choppa! "Watz been goin on 'round 'ere? I 'eard der wuz sum tuff 'umies in da swamps."
