OOC: Decided everyone is getting a Teeef value so we can properly track wealth, actually seeing Skar just flat out doing it reminded me it isn't really that hard. <Skardrend, Grob> As Grob wanders back up to his boss they are greeted by a small flash of light across their eyes, coming from the second story of one of the boyz huts. A rippy choppa pokes out from behind the Squig Hide curtain covering the entrance to beckon them toward a ladder leading up to its owner. Skardrend: 7 Teef Grob: 3 Teef <Skarsnikk> "Squigglies uv all sizes boss, lots an lots in all stages! Iz can dig out ready ta break spore pods for yaz, just takes a bit uv time ta cultivate 'em and make sure Iz got enough gitz ta git eaten fer me whilez Iz 'arvestin. " The Grot wrung his hands together after setting all his new possession down on his feet or stabbing them into his loincloth for safe keeping. "I'll charge ya a toof fer every two podz. " Skarsnikk: 9 Teef <Rot Teef, Mogg> The Mek's shop was overall rather lacking in anything of note, they clearly weren't doing well down here unfortunately. Perhaps at a alter time they would have some of those crazy weapons they intended to try and impress the Snake Bites with operational and for sale...at a hefty price no doubt but still. The two Meks to place the best bids on the choppa was one for four Teef and another for Two Teef but also willing ta sell his upcoming invention for half off when it was completed. "Well wot 'appens from wot I've seen iz da boyz all run out, dem bird faces pop out from covah like a buncha yooz Kommandoz an start da fightin, deyz drop flares in da treez den start runnin like pansies as soon as da artillery from da 'umies start firing. Da Warboss 'as gotten a few uv dere kannons but deyz always more, scattered in 'idin all ovva da place. " Rot Teef: 2 Teef Mogg: 3 Teef
"Bah" Mogg was not really impressed for now, maybe they would have more snazzy stuff when the real fighting started, he wondered what other stuff there was, snakebites had to buy something with their teef. Then he saw the squig sales tent, maybe that, yes, he would buy a squig, he thought to himself as he went into the tent, fully intent on buying atleast one squig or pod.
<Rot Teef> He decided to go with the 2 Teef and half price invention Mek. "Dats 2 teef AN half da cost of your nex invenshun? Yooz got a deal der mek! When dat gonna be dun?" Once da deal wuz dun he headed out da Mek hut in search of da grot keepa maybe he cud find anotha grot fur cheap. Afta findin da map of der base he wanted mor grots fur securin 'iz stuf. (4 teef and half off next invention)
<Rot Teef > "Yooz wot? Some Grotz? " A hunched Runtherd shuffled over, shokk-prodd in one hand and a feisty Squig Hound attached to a chain leash in the other. "Weez need our Grotz fer tendin da Squiggies! If yooz wanna buy one it's gonna cost yooz, a lot. " <Mogg> A Grot who had just finished using a piece of rebar to jab a new Sponge Squig out past the walls came skipping over to Mogg once his attention was caught. "Yes Boss? "
<Rot Teef> Turnin to da runtherder. "Naw datz alright. Yooz keep ya grots I'll getz sum latta." He wandered away lookin fur da boss.
Skardrend lumbered towards the hut, motioning for Grob to stick close as he made for the light source. He tightened his rippy glove for just a moment, squeezing the feeling in to his fingers. So the mysterious letter writer had revealed themselves! Time to see just which squig sucker had wanted the Brigade down here. His rippy knife appeared in his left hand as he took the ladder two rungs at a time.
Zukk quickly scoops up the items and moves over towards the back of Skarsnikk while climbing up the Painboy's leg. Slowly, the grot proceeds to deposit the jars of squigs into the Dok's backpack while he reaches into his pocket - pulling out the remaining nine teefs that he brought onto planet side as spending money. With a soft grunt, the Dok nods at the grot before speaking to the gretchin. "Ah'z do need sum guard squigz fer me lab bak on da krooza.. Aye! Ah'll tayk da lot. Round up eighteen pods fer me in a jar `n Ah'll givv ya nine teefs fer dem all."
<Skardrend, Grob, Rot Teef> Rot Teef joined them in their climb upward, Grob not far behind the Boss. Ducking into the tent they were met with the darkened confines of a small living space, where three Orks and a Nob were gathered around a roasting Squig. "Skardrend iz it? " The Nob sat up,waving his own knife at the other team. "Come on in, joinz uz, imagine yooz lookin ta hear why weez called ya down hmm? " The small messenger Ork retreated over to his bosses side to get in on the food. <Skarsnikk> "Gimme a bit an it's all yours, 'old da teef till den, case one uv da uvva bosses comes round wantin most da Squigs or somin an deres not enuff fer all da teef. Don't want eitha O ya krumpin me for it. " Foresight, something surprisingly lacking in the cunning lil buggers.
<Rot Teef> Following da boss he sat down near da fire. He wuz smart nuff to not grab da food before da boss. He looked at der surroundings tryin to take in any details he cud. He watched an listened reddy to act if dis went sidewayz.
Skardrend stepped closer to the fire, knife still gripped tight in his meaty fist. "Dat I iz, kunsiderin' I 'ad a plan ta keep da big Meks in da Brigade's corna." The Kommando Nob rolled his shoulders as he always did when expected a potential brawl while he sized up those who shared the small space with him and his lads. He looked for any markings as to which group of Orks they might belong to, or whether they were just Snakebites who were clever enough to see the value of a group of Kommandos.
