The Skitarii looked puzzled by her answer: "Reshiel of Commoragh`s last sightings were at the Building B...as for the Tau...she went with the greenskins...i do not know her wherebouts." Rho-mu 31 turned toward the Building F:"I propose that we should look for alternative entrance into this compound.I think i saw someone from our party pinned in this building but i couldnt reach him/her."
Building C "...you know what? Alright. Go on ahead, I will try to keep up with you." Reshiel looked around, trying to understand this room's function. "...actually, where are we?"
Davian after watching the dark eldar get done Debatin with the man decided to follow her to Building C as he reached it he could see the orks had taken down the door he stepped inside his sword still in his hand his head looking around for any signs of guards.
''Welcome to the crew, Simonias. Seems yer late, but better late than never. I'm supposin you need somethin to do then, eh?'' Building C They were in a processing room of some kind. Heat sat in the air, as did the taste of metal. The machines in here were separating, and smelting, the ores. Perhaps somewhere, further in to the building, the finished product would await. Who knew what sort of treasures may be sat in storage here?
Building C Mulch watched the great tracks of machinery with a grin. "Now das some snazz tek right dere...by Gork if i were madez O dis stuff I would Mulch good! " Wandering deeper into the Refinery he came across a Servitor. "Anuver Cyber 'umie! " Running over he looked at the machine slave and circled about it. He'd seen them before but never had much a chance to close in on one. "Ey youz. " He tapped it with his hammer, it went on with it's work protocol. "Canz I loot yaz? Fer scrap? " Another few taps with a hammer. "Not hearin a no! " Grinning toothily he tried to pick it up, one of it's task limbs smashed him aside in response before it returned to work. "You git... WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! " Charging toward the servitor he began violently dismantling it with his species characteristic aggression and zeal.
Building C "Oooh. Another tin man", Resh mused as she watched Mulch take apart the servitor as it carried on with its task as well as it could, not minding the Ork's destructive curiosity at all. "I shall proceed further, did you lot hear me? If something nasty comes up that you want to... Krump, was it? Well, if something Krump-able comes down our way, call me." With these words she went further into the building, following the processing line.
A1 Torek's quills twitched in agitation as he left his new room labeled R, the small metal enclosure not the most pleasing of living situations for the Kroot Carnivore. As he padded down the hallway Torek reflected on the crew he had spied earlier, a diverse crowd of other downtrodden opportunists such as himself. He ignored the hunger in his gut at the idea of such a… Varied group. After all, what good would it be for his glorious rise to fame as a Kroot mercenary if he spoiled it now by spoiling his appetite on the likes of Eldar, Ogryn, or even Orks? At the thought of the Greenskins, he growled and felt the hunger replaced by nausea. At last he reached the briefing room and adjusted the sword at his hip, more of a long knife by his tall and wiry physique. Torek breathed in the room, quills twitching once again and he pulled the closest approximation of a smile he could manage; ignoring the odors of human habitation. He clicked at the Captain before speaking, eyes fierce and standing tall by the door, “Carnivore Torek reporting for duty, Captain”.
Inside Resh spotted a few workers, busily moving the super heated material around, or playing with displays; written in the rudimentary human language. It seemed the extreme noise of the facility had blocked them from hearing the gunfire, or the alarm, of the main facility. She had caught them completely unawares... ''Another latecomer? Maybe I need to fire the guy I have hiring you lot, seems he's been slacking in ordering you here promptly,'' the captain said, sitting back in his chair. ''Well whatever. Ya work for me now. So let me ask ya this, warrior, what exactly are ya looking for here, on my ship?'' OOC: Sorry, R was taken. Bjorn didn't bother to put it in red so I missed it in his post.
