"I am certain you are skilled in the art of hunting, Dark one... How about elaborate your skill-set? I am certain you can at least hunt as good as a Kroot."
Resh was amazed at the blueskin's politeness towards her kin as she followed them. "We should find a nice dark place to do the interrogating, though. The least nice thing to happen while feeding is when someone interrupts you. I would assume it is like being awakened rudely."
-- Mission 2 -- Skullcrusha shrugged mildly as the others completely ignored his Ork comrades having been taking away by Imperial forces, but he was confident they could get out of the situation without his aid. Their Orks, after all. If the humie gits think they can hold 'em, they were dead wrong. Besides, it looked like the Kroot followed after them. He would offer support if things went bad, no doubt. So he didn't bothered to worry about the Ork situation any longer as he focused on the listening to the Tau's plan. He actually smiled at the brutal cunning of it all, making sure to keep pace with the rest of them as they made their way to their desired destination. "Let Operation: Sneaky Stabbin began!" He said with a humored chuckle, keeping close with the rest of the team. His composure turned loose yet serious as they moved, his mind focusing on the task at hand.
Mission 2 Davian followed the tau aiming to joim her and her team. he would rather be in the shadows then a straight up brawl. he attached his hood in cloack hiding his armor. He may need what little suprises he can. He also knew that the xenos might need him if imperials step in OOC Why do so many people ignore davian?
Guard Security Station "Wez 'ere cause wez tryin ta stop somin. " Mulch shrugged, kunnin plan time..he needed something. Normally any real Ork wouldn't be caught in this situation alive, would of gone in weapons ready but having spent enough time on Dreadhaven he was smarter than that. "Wez lookin ta stop some...wazzit called...Deff'ead..hair-esay? " Humans hated that word, he didn't fully understand it but he certainly knew it ticked them off.
Torek eyed the station and it's guards, considering his options. Not even with a pack at his side would he willingly race against those defensive emplacements. He ran a thumb along the contours of a flashbang, deep within the folds of his jacket as a plan began to formulate. Of course, he could do nothing until he had some confirmation the Orks were alive.. And relatively well. Stirring up something now might make their situation worse. OoC: Well if not a city-scape, what am I working with here? Any shops, stands, cargo bays? Any places to hide or sneak? I'm not looking for a way in, I'm cooking up a simple distraction.
OOC: Cuz he avenging fox and having weird eyes xD Anyway I am so not taking responsibility of making this thing a success so you better guys think on your own xD
Mission 2 After he disembarked from the ship he saw that his companions were already ahead of him...splitting into their own cells.It was an efficient way...but considering how they were racially diverse it was probably for the best.The Captain has altered his great plan by trusting on his hirelings to board the ship and not betray him.His calculations were not running correctly... Rho-mu 31 snapped from his musings and he turned to a crowd of Guardsmen that surrounded two Orks.As they were taking them away he approached the nearest info-station and searched for the closest security station. I will not trust the cleverness of Orks.They will reveal our plan for sure-he thought to himself. "Ah yes...all that precious data just stored in there waiting for someone worthy"he said while gazing at the info-terminals`s black and white screen,showing the nearest security station. As he was breaking through the masses of teeming men and women he couldnt help but be amazed at the sheer size of the Space Port and the collossal gothic cathedrals that were docking at it.Attached...waiting for refillement and the guidance of the Omnissiah.He turned to the large oval structure in the center of this hub and walked up hurridly on top of the walkways numerous staircases. He saw Guardsmen infront of the station`s doors.His servo-skull was voxing him that there were at least four of them. He entered the building and adressed at the nearest clerk:"Greetings!I am Rho-mu 31 of the Graia`s Tech-Guard.We are rebuilding our planet from a recent Ork attack and i am searching for two Orks that hold in their veins something very precious to the Adeptus Mechanicus.Their last wherebouts were aboard this station...disembarking from a known pirate vessel that raided our Forge World in the aftermath of the Ork Invasion.The ship`s name was "Black Hatchet".I would be grateful if you supplied the Orks werebouts and the ships ID."he looked at the clerk then at the guards.He took from his robes Cog Mechanicus symbol and put it on the desk:"Do it quickly for my Magos awaits me."
OOC: It's a port. In space. Think Citadel from Mass Effect (ignoring the housing parts), or Deep Space Nine from..well, Deep Space Nine. Not cityscape. There are shops, cargo bays, all that sort of crap, but they're pretty well secured. The man scoffed. ''A dishonest Ork, who would have known. No, you are here as part of Ferrelian's mob. So, Ork, tell me, what are you really looking for?'' he asked. ''Perhaps I can...aid you.'' ''I'm sorry, I can't hand out information without explicit consent from my superiors,'' the clerk replied. ''I can summon him, if you wish to persist?'' OOC: This story has more holes in it than a sponge. Saying you were after humans may have worked, but records of those Orks would stand out like a sore thumb.
