<Rot Teef> Kept eyein da otha boyz, fur sum reason he liked da nob. He kept hiz mouth shut while da boss talked and jus watched an listened. He wud be reddy if any of da otha boyz acted outta line. Da idea of wurkin wif des otha kommandos wuz an odd one. He wud watch dem 'XTRA close fur signs of backstabbery!
((OOC: My bad for the late reply. Been busy all night.)) "Dat wurks! Ah'z gunna need dem as soon as posshubol, ya? Ah finkz me boyz got fings ta tayk kare o' in a bit." After his piece, Skarsnikk began to take a look around the area while releasing a soft grunt. "Ah'z gunna leev Zukk `ere wivv yu'z ta `elp `round `n wot not. Yu'z `old da squiggeh pods fer me, ya?" With that, the Painboy began lumbering up the path over towards the mek district in order to find the brigade - all in the while of Zukk climbing off his shoulders and heading into the squig pen. Now quietly approaching the group from behind since they do look somewhat busy, the Dok would remain silent while staring at the gathered orks.
The Kommando Nob sheathed his knife only to cross his arms. The idea intrigued him, of Kommando Kollaboration. Might even be the boss of things. "What's da job, den? 'Elp da Snakebites push out da swamp?"
<Skardrend, Grob, Rot Teef> "Exactly. Da boss sent 'em here to krump da beakies an de humies in da rough terrain. Course deese backwords gitz don't know da value of dakka and are getting krumped by a few hidden artillery positions. Weez found 'em but da bird...fish...da beaky gitz that sometimes aren't beaky provin trouble, dey can sniff us out before we get in close no mattahz wot we do. Coverin scents, distraction Squigs, deyz givin us a hard time that we can't handle on our own. Figure with da help of a more experienced kommando squad weez can git somin done in both our favahs. Once dose artillery positions done an dealt with da Snake Bites can handle da rest, dey love fightin ta beakies. "
<Rot Teef> He liked wat he heard, dis wud be a big score fur dem. Specially if dey cud tak one of da big guns to trade da Meks. He cudnt help but smile. Now da only problem wuz dem crazy smellin beakies. Dey must not be usin enuff purple!
Grob had mixed opinons of this offer. How about if the Gits are just trying to krump the brigade? Maybe a higher power tryna lower them down. On the other hand this could be a chance for easy loot... He kept his kombi close, and his Choppa closer. Not because he was thinking an ambush, but because he forgot what he was originally thinking and remembered he had acquired the shiny Shoota.
The Kommando Nob rubbed at his gob thoughtfully, mulling over the information. While it sounded like a good deal, there were a great deal of unknowns. Perhaps a quick jaunt into the swamp could enlighten him. And these new Kommandoz. Skardrend spoke after a minute of silence, "If yooz lads ain't too scared ta show us some ov da sites of da Beakie Ambushes, den da deal is on. Time to get acclimated and get a crash course on the swamp.
<Skardrend, Grob, Rot Teef> "Dat sounds solid den. Da Beakies ambush everywhere just beyond da gunz on da walls, but weez can reach da artillery pretty easy. Itz a mattah of gittin dere unnoticed. " Rising up the krew of Kommandos shuffled toward the door. "Meet uz at da gates when yooz ready. " Pushing aside the Squig Skin curtain the Snakebite Kommandoz hurled themselves from the second floor down to the ground below, marching off toward the gate. <Brigade> When the entire Brigade was rounded up and made ready for their excursion they would find their new allies in place by a small bridge leading over the waters surrounding the camp, it wasn't entirely necessary as the pools were shallow but sturdy semi-smooth surfaces were needed for transports. "Alright den, derez three uv deese artillery kamps. Da furthest one da least 'eavily guarded but as yooz can guess it's behind da most patrols an furthest behind da enemy lines. Den da uvva two just bout da same distance from da kamp but heaviah guard cause uv it bein closah an all. "
"ei boss, oi say we goes to da futest one, den we use dats ons big gunz to krump da ottah potitiens, den da guarts dun matter" Mogg said to Skardrand, and the other members of the team.
<Rot Teef> While da othas were talkin bout wat gun ta take he started smearin mud in 'imself fur kamoflage. He made sur ta cova da shiny parts gud and proppa. He even jumped up an down then secured da jingly parts so dat dey didn't mak noise. (Essentially it looks like he rolled in mud) Once he wuz satisfied he turned ta da otha kommandos. "An jus 'ow do yooz get ta sneakin? Yooz gitz be kunnin wif da Kamo?" Dey said dat da beakies can smell ya, but did dey cova wif mud?
