ok.... here we go:

Species: Ork/Gretchin

Name: 'eadstabba'

Gender: Fungus

Equipment: tiny/shitty little dagger thing

Salek marched to the front of the fray and let his own programming kick in as he leveled the Gauss Flayer straight on at the Ork preparing his crude 'Dakka'. Pulling the trigger an atomizing arc of green lightning stabbed out toward the beast and evaporated it from existence. Salek was pleased.

The cultist pulled his knife from his own arm, his crazed eyes now fixed on the three Orks. He sprang forward, diving behind cover.

''They ssseek to desstroy uss,'' he hissed. He raised his gun, an autopistol. The Orks could weather such a weapon, but it seemed a better choice than running straight in.

He shot off at the three enemies.

*the grecthin cowered behind the machine-man after having all of that dakka pointed at him... and the bad thing is he thinks this may have been the klan he was originally part of... he hoped the Boss did not notice him missing, he did not want to get stomped*

"Mork save me....."

Rolling into cover, Sylthrian fires his splinter rifle into the Greenskins gaping mouths, choking them on the poisoned barbs as they roar their barbaric warcrys. "Filthy creatures."

One of the smaller Orks was quickly dead, the one with the Commissar Cap roared angry, launching his Pokkit Launcher upon the walking Metal-Thing, launching his Kustom Shoota too. The other Boy opened fire along, both roaring loud. "WAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!!" Though the other smaller boy quickly died to the weapon of the Dark Eldar.

In the distance many stomps could be heard, roughly thirty boys closing in fast from multiple entrances. The room the Elite force was in seemed to be something like the Cargo Hold but rather an abandoned hangar or such, because there were still doors to fly out, but they were completely melted to stay closed or something - the true use was unidentifiable.

Nonetheless the signs on the old Imperial Frigate were still there and one of the signs hanging from the ceiling said 'Cargo Hold' and pointed to the left from the Necrons position.

''For the dark godss!'' Aragol roared, shooting in to the nearest doorway. One lucky shot hit an ork squarely in his forehead, knocking the boy down to his back, dead.

''He diesss,'' the cultist gleefully reported, his words seemingly aimed more to himself than to anyone in particular.

Ithera vaulted over several objects as she made her way to the supposed 'Cargo hold'. Her move was as graceful as it was quick. As she ran she unleashed a hail of shuriken onto any Orks she could see.

OOC: Grogin why!

Salek took the Pokkit Rokkit dead on and was blown back across the room skidding along the floor. Slamming against a wall the eldritch light behind his face flickered a moment before solidifying. Feet righting themselves on the floor he bends back up into standing position and levels his Gauss Flayer again at the capped Ork, with wordless contempt he too is vaporized.

*with a panicked squeal the Gretchen jumped out of the way as a rokkit slammed into the Necron to seemingly no effect other than pushing him back a few feet, but scared the gretchen shitless none the less, he runs over to a pile of cargo crates and begins slowly clambering up the pile, once he reached the top he saw a small group of orks entering through a nearby door, he then brandishes his small knife and leaps from the crates landing on the largest Ork in the group, repeatedly stabbing him in the head whilst riding on his shoulders*

"'MEMBER ME? BARKTOOF? CAN'T KICK ME AROUN' NO MO' CAN YOU?"

*he screamed his his little gretchin voice as he stabbed the ork and then dropped down to ground level as by this point some of the other orks noticed and started shooting at Barktoof thinking they could kill the gretchin, but his body fell after the small creature jumped off and about 3 of the orks ended up shooting each other as the gretchin ran away once again*