A11 Razauil smiled as he joined in the looting, hoping to find some wicked looking blades or spears. He killed 3 persons today, so he guessed it was a good day, all in all.
"OI", he shook the guy, "DIDN'T 'EAR YA, SPEAK UP" Only once it proved useless, and boring, to continue to attempt ask the thug did the ork finally drop him, but mainly because it stopped being funny to watch him splutter up blood.
A11 Blood-splattered, ichor-stained, and jittering madly from the experience, Resh had to restrain herself from vomiting over how happy she was at the moment. Feasting on pain was always a positively exhilarating thing, but overeating like this, it was glorious. Her teeth clattered, her fingers twitched nervously and curled without command, and she dropped her knife twice before finally putting it away. Her craftworld kin simply didn't know what they were denying themselves with their soulstones. Noticing that, yes, the fight was over, she shook her head in a vain attempt to regain clarity, and when that failed, she slammed her fist into her face. That helped. Looking down at the dead kid, she decided she had taken a liking to him, now that her sculpture was complete. It was a shame to just... leave it here... to rot... There wasn't even a moment of contemplation before she ripped out one of his ribs, now horrifyingly broken, and put it through the uppermost buttonhole of her vest, its drying blood still gleaming in the fake light. When it came to her attention that this orkish comedian... what was his name... Mash? Mutch? Bash... no... well, something related to gardening, at least, was busy pushing crates, she looked at the waiting truck he was unloading. "Um... I hate to spoil your fun, gladiatorc, but..." She let it rest and set out to ask her kin how many kills he scored, and maybe find a rifle or something on the way.
Shi Monat as the trouble was all over simply loaded up the goods to their truck. Being quite satisfied with how the day goes so far. First the idiots at the warehouse and now these idiots, was quite convenient that the Ork and others were around.
*looking at the man being held up by the Ogryn* "well..... i could have done it more....subtle.... but that worked!" "so.... why is an astartes by himself on a ship in the middle of nowhere?" *this ship interested her, but she needed to know a bit more....*
"We finish our objective and take him probably back to the pit You think you can hold him that long jalp?" davian said he then looked to the buggy and wonder if they could take it with them to the pit and then back to the ship.
"I came here after i lost contact with my chapter the leader of my squad decided to be a bastard and betrayed the chapter and the team. I then decided to retreat to a safer area and a nice group of people picked me up stole most of my gear and left me here to die." Davian seemed a bit of pain when talking about his squad and his chapter
"sorry to hear that... didn't mean to bring up bad memories" *she said, placing her hand on his shoulder* *she was about to get some money again, and also might have a chance of getting off of this shithole of a planet, she was happy, and when Anna is happy she gets a bit.... talkative* "i should get some new clothes so i can have something other than... this" *she said indicating her current attire* "so what about this ship? who all is on it? what kind is it?"
