Now was no time to be aiming for the big 'uns, at least not until he had cleared the area of these burrowing buggers. Graknit lobbed a Stikkbomb over one side of the troop compartment, rapidly being filled with acid-etched holes, before shooting over the Trukk's other side at nearby Raveners. Eventually he threw himself over the side, his giant form - enhanced by the heavy carapace armor of a Bullgryn, hit the ground running and thundered towards the nearest bio-beast with his twin-bayoneted Kustom Shoota ready to shoot and chop.

Pill'Kraz was safe for now, but the spine are always annoying.
He look the other Nob, Gob and say.

"Zog, Der is a lot of bugz in dis ship, Dangz yah, wat is yah name ?"

Then Pill'Kraz see all dead loota in the rooms : " Oy we needz recover the thingz dey are der, An Orky loota never abandonn other loota's gitz ! "
Ignoring his wounded arm, he begin search for some things or guns he can found.
"Diz can be fine ! or dis one ere, and dis flashy thingz ere ? Wat is it ? Dat is a shining thing i take it ! "

"OY YA GITZ" Grokk shouted, hammering on the metal. "MOVE AWAY FROM THE SNAKEY THING!!" the drivers of the battle wagon reversed at full speed to get away from the mawlock. "WHEN WEZ FAR ENUFF, SHOOT IT DOWN WIV DA GUNZ!!" Grokk shouted loudly. His voice was really loud, even for an ork boss.

"You betta gib me da flashiest un shootiest loot git, yus can ave sekend pick. I stooped looting to safe ye life." Gob said strongly, as he himself also begun looting the dead orks, he knew he deserved the best pick off loot here, he wasent the one wounded by bugs, couse he had dead ard skin.
"Alsus da name iz Gob"

"Urk, yah don't knaw the ARTZ of lootin somefingz, Yah find ; Yah keep... "
Pill'Kraz was outraged by Gob, Give his best loot's to a stupid Flash Gitz ? That was ridiculous. But he was wounded and he don't want an other fight, at least, not know.
"But, Yah sav' me, so i will give you somefingz shooty an' flashy. ONLY ONE, ANDERSTAN' ?"

"Ims da Flash boss of da two of us, so we loots naw, surviv later, uns if i gets best gubbins, since me still woking arms shoot da bestest" Gob said, knowing that even though loot is the thing making the bestest and shootiest dakka, you dident win by staying in the belly of the beast, if others left without them, they would find a way to survive themselves.
"Bettah loot fast, wes could ave been ear a lorng time, wes need wheels to survive theses bigga buks".

"Yeh yeh, give me a minut, dis lootas 'ave a lot of flashy thingz."
He look after a gun or some accesories he can take for his Deff-Gun or Gob's Snazzgun, and try prepare there next move in same time :
"Yah know der is the truk's bay ? Maybe woz can "find" a war bugy to escape dis ship. I only want to go out an' next killz an' loot 'umies"

"If us two smat orks stay togeter, we could do grand fings" Gob said with a silvery tungue, having a good loota to work with you could spot him great sport againts the other Flash bosses and gits.
"Yeh lets mof fo da trukkbay, wes might gets our very owns wagon if we stays smat me frend"
Gob had an orky memerory of where the things where supposed to be, but he mostly followed his instinct, it allways worked better.

Gob/Pill'Kraz
There were plenty of gubbins both gribbly and Ork amongst the dead ranging from shootas, to choppas to snazzgun leftovers. There was also a fleeting chance at freedom that slipped through their grasp as the Orkish convoy outside began to take off leaving them behind! Thankfully though it seemed the Tyranids outside were paying them little heed at the moment and nothing made it's way into the wrecked vessel to attack them.

Convoy-
The remaining Battle Wagons were the first out of the engagement as their Deff Rollas simply ground their way through Raveners and over dead bodies galore while their cannons focused on taking shots at the fleeting bio-monstrosities. Their luck was poor though as the creatures were playing it slippery, hit and run attacks were the name of the game and wherever they emerged they caused death before immediately diving back like leviathans at home in solid stone. The Raveners were easier prey and weren't so readily able to keep up with the convoy once it got moving.

Grimchoppa found the trukk he and his boys were in slowed down by the sudden appearance of a Trygon, a massive scything talon pinning it to the ground and preventing the vehicle from taking off while Raveners began to climb over the side to get to grips with the greenskins.

Graknit and his grots came under attack by a Ravener that had clung to the back of their Trukk as it wheeled around, using it's scythe like limbs to dig into the metal bed of the hold it sprung forward and flew into the Tank Bustah, tearing at his stomach violently with it's claws while it's talons swept about decapitating grots left and right.

After having picked up another chain choppa and set it on his belt.
Gob had filled his pockets and loot bags with the shootiest and snazziest bits and gubbinz there had been, sure that the loota had done the same, maybe even a little better, Gob said "ifs dere iz no trukks or wagons in here, me fink i can make a junka, yus dont get Snazzguns like these" lifting his ornamentet, triple barreled and heavily modified snazzgun up" witout leanings a few triks of da trade yu see" he said very assure of himself," now lets get kraking befor its too lade".