As the fight ended, Barok lifted up his smoking big shoota and placed it against his shoulder during this mission he had succesfully been what he would call, a very efficient and stable killah, and proper dakka stator, though this also reminded him of his bet, he needed his shoota flashier and all that stuff, perhaps the tek git could be persuaded to help a tiny bit, but mostly himself sure, yes mostly himself. "Oi tek git, wens yah done wif dat dere flash deff gun, oi coult use som dat 'elp, ill pay wif fifs 'n flash." he said, though their own tek git was a bit inexperianced, they new something about tech, that his hard earned lessons would take forever acomplishing. Though he would kill for a squig cigar right now, for being such a good dakka stator.
@bossaroo @Grall_Stonefist Tuska was busy grabbing anything that resembled loot after the mission was over and noticed that two of his fellow mob mates were talking to him. "Well den bring da stuff youz want made into Dakka and wez'll see. I'll also want some kinda trade fer it is not given stuff out fer free." He said as he stood up and started walking in the direction where he though s vacant mek shop was or atleast soon to be vacant when he kicks out the gits that were living there for not doing anything.
Zakilla grabbed some dead servitor gitz and slung them over the gun in payment to the mek be it the scrap in their bodies or what meat was left on their flesh as he then began the lengthy process of wheeling the graviton canon after the mek (OOC: one would think Tuska would be going into a loot frenzy over the wrecked automaton)
Taking a seat on the leg of the fallen Crusader murderbot, Snejk placed his rifle next to him and oversaw the place, "I loik wut I see bruvas. Job well done ayeaye, was a foin skrap." Since there was nothing else to do at the moment while the rest of his squad was busy looting or harassing the tech git to make some stuff, Solid Squig took out a small knife and a jar of black goo from his vest, after which he proceeded taking that knife and applying the tar-like paint on his biceps with lots of patience, trying to give himself a tattoo of a cog pierced in half by a big choppa in order to commemorate the fight they just had.
"Fer da love of da Primork..." When the red rage of Orky battle had finally arisen from Orskurr's eyes, the world may have still been red, but there wasn't the constant crunching of Backstabber and his ruined arm caving in the long dead Crusader. Sheathing the double-edged choppa, Da 'Eadsman ripped off his helmet and spat on the Mekky minion. Waving about his ruined limb, he looked for the Mek. "Oi! Yooz an' da Dok 'ave some work ta do!"
Slagface laughed heartily as he looked at the results of his handy work. Sure he was in a load of pain right now, but all of that seemed secondary. He looked at what was dangling around his legs. It took him awhile to figure out that whatever it was, it was coming out of him. Not knowing whether whatever it was was important or anything he grabbed the chunks of entrails dangling out and started to hastily stick it back in the open wound for safe keeping. He'd probably have to visit the Dok about that, as much as he would of liked to avoid it. Slagface didn't even notice the gash in his neck, dead nerves failing to send any signals to his brain about the injury. "Dat metal gitz 'ead iz mind. Hez goin on da trophy rack fer sure, Heh Har!" he chuckled, already nonchalantly wandering over to the smoldering bits of what was once a Secutor to go claim his prize. "OI! En'nee of you'z see wherez dis tin gitz 'ead went off ta?"
With their victory over the stranded cyborgs secured and an entire Armory floor worth of scrap for the looting things were looking pretty bright for Kill-Mob Primus Orkus. Their first official foray and they had gotten a damned good scrap out of it. Slagface was able to scrounge up half of the Secutor's face rebuilt head, a single bulbous red lens peering out from a flat bed of steel lined with rivets that had formerly concealed delicate sensory units and scanners. Meanwhile Tuska had some new toys to play with, the destroyed Crusader automaton was going to be victim to all sorts of blasphemous tinkering while the abundance of cybernetic limbs and scrap meant a lot of their battle bruvas would probably be seeing new limbs stapled on. With little else to do thanks to a lack of foes and no orders from command the lot of them fell back to the Rok embedded in the space hulk. Soon enough after their return word spread that the local area was secure and that Gormor and his bruvas were returning along with the bulk of the initial assault force. Just under two hundred nobs would return to the Deff Rok after nearly two hundred and fifty had boarded and taken the fight to the most immediate gribblies and cyborg 'umies. Work would be far from over of course, having secured only a single human vessel and their own stashun in a space hulk that was made up of well over a dozen large void craft. Big plans were in the making none the less. For the immediate time being though the various Nobs were told to start spreading out across the vessel and setting up some of the major components of a functioning Orkstartes craft, every Nob also allowed a chance to claim their own space somewhere on board as a sort of mixed housing and sentry system. @GobMaw_HellSmasha @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Grall_Stonefist @Colapse @bossaroo @Jorimel @Skarboy
After going back to get the remains of the crusader robot and dragging it's metal corpse for a few minutes Tuska found a suitable spot for him to start his own mek shop. An abandoned engineering deck with all but one of the entrances blocked by rubble and scrap. "Dis ull do." He said to himself as he let go of the crusader robot's corpse making it fall to the ground with the loud clank of metal on metal. It was then he emptied his loot sack onto the ground and put all of his assorted tools on a near by table and got to work creating some things. First he took one of the long arms off of the crusader by way of ripping it off with brute force and put it onto the table he place his tools on. He then flipped down his welding mask and got began to form his vision of a second mechanical limb with he had in his head. Of course he had to get all the stupid marks the metal gits put onto the arm and he had to give it a healthy red paint job but the real challenge was hooking up the grubbinz to allow him to hook up two bolt shootas he had looted off of some dead nobz he had found on his way to his new shop. Once that was done he got to work on the deffgun that Zakilla wanted using the scrap, graviton cannon, and plasma gun he took from the git's hands and went though the lengthy process of combining the grubbinz for the two complicated weapons and welding them together using the scrap form the dead cyborg gits. The end result would hopefully be a shoulder mounted kombie deffgun that could hold down gits while you krump em with plasma or you could just set the dial on the graviton cannon to smash and just use the weird teknology to smash the gitz into paste. Next he worked on something a little less insane and heretical he used the remaining limbs and servos from the what remained of the crusader robot and some piping he could use to make some hydraulic pistons to start the beginnings to a Suit of mega armor. Just the so called skeleton of the suit however as this was just to see if he could actually do it with his current knowhow but even just the unarmored skeleton to a suit would give an ork incredible strength even by their own standards. Mork knows if his first try at something like this will actually work though which is why he was going to give it to the git called Barok who seemed to be trying to order him to make something. But he didn't say exactly what he wanted so he gets an experimental and possibly liable to catch on fire and explode exoskeleton. Mostly because Tuska didn't like to be told to make something by some git and them not even say what they wanted. If you want something you better tell him exactly what you want because if you're not specific he might just give you the exact opposite of what you want and if you have a problem with that he might just throw a wrench at your face and take whatever he made back. He figured he should put that on a sign at his front door as his business slogan but in an orky way.
Seing that their base of operation, had pretty much grown great many folds, even if it was still mostly unexplored, Barok saw that it was more than apropriate that he got his own expanded place within it, one where he could make his proper iron stompa workshop and tacticulising place. After seaching a bit and finding a somewhat suitable place, Barok sat down infront of what was curretly a ruined table and chair of something old, though it would be his aspirering workplace. Placing some pilfered barrels and pipes of somewhat quality, Barok would start working on his big shoota, he had to better it, and to better it he needed to learn tinkering good, So he sat down to start with something relatively simple first, the addition of a barrel or two to his rotary big shoota, later he could get bigger, flashier and all that kinda stuff.
