Skarsnikk releases a deep sigh before giving the Mek a nod. "Aye. Ah'll be `round if yu'z find sum'fing gud fer me projektz." The Painboy turns over to glance out over at Rot Teef who seems to have gathered up a crowd; which soon turns into an all out brawl. Clearly going to stay away from that mess, Skarsnikk walks the other way while studying the massive squig species patrolling the area, along with the meks that they have running about. Perhaps one of them will blow up some time soon! That'll give him a great chance to snatch up a few parts. The ideas of looting quickly runs through the Painboy's head while striding forth over to the squig farm where Grob was moving past. Upon approaching the front gate, Skarsnikk cocks his head to the side while looking down at the gretchings toiling away at their chores. "Oi! Oi! Yu'z got any vampy squigz `n parasyt squigz fer sayol? Ah'z runnin' low so Ah needz ta resupply, ya?"
<Rot Teef> "Tuff 'umies? Bah no, but dey got ded killy kannons out dere somewhere, dat an dem beaky boyz lurkin in da trees an watahs, theyz put up a good fight das proppa choppy but da 'umies are ruinin da fun wiff dakka an booms. " One of the Spannerboys stood by while the Meks scrambled off to try and find items of note. Sadly most of their interesting items were works in progress and weren't ready for combat. Amongst items returned to him were half finished shootas, another twin linked slugga, a broken Kroot Rifle and a few unused power units. <Skarsnikk> "Leech Squiggies? Da Snake Bites like ta suck da poisons out demselves so weez only got so many buuut....da uvva Dok might not appreciate it, woz in it fer me Boss? " One of the Grots snuck over to answer him, a rag lay over his head binding his ears down while in his hands was a really, really pointy stick for herding Squigs. "Da Parsyte Squiglies all over the place, I can git ya those no problems Dok. "
Skarsnikk offers his chin a rub while glancing down at the grot with a toothy grin. "Yu'z gavva' me fifteen parasyt squigz `n Ah t'row ya four teef fer da lot. As fuh da vampy squigz.." The Painboy quickly brings a hand back towards his back and pulls down a zipper. Now rummaging through the small compartment, Skarsnikk would make a grab for one of his jars before presenting it back to the greenskin. "Ah'z trayd ya a jar o' me speshul blended foightin' joose `n drop t'ree teefs fuh five vampy squigz, ya? Da joose maykz ya feel no pain `n makes ya dead `ard fuh killy. Yu'z gunna be foightin' like da legendareh Tuska da Daemon Killa if yu'z drink dis in da middle o' a propuh skrap!"
Skardrend straightened up and threw back his shoulders as the large Nob approached him, "I'z got a letta dat yooz lot needed an extra kompany o' Kommandos down 'ere. I'z want ta find out 'oo an' talk pay." The Kommando Nob looked past the other Ork to peer at the map. If the Orks knew where the Tau and their allies were hiding, then the Snakebites wouldn't be standing around in this hut. Maybe the Brigade could locate them.
<Skarsnikk> "Drive a mean bargain yaz do Boss....gimme a few minutez an Iz be right back all quick like wiff ya new Squigs. " Scampering off with an even greater hunch the Gretchin began gathering up the request number of Squigs, it was a fine, fine deal and having some murda juice would of been fine enough but the teef were just icing on the cake. Nine or so minutes passed and soon Skarsnikk's friend had returned with a squirming satchel of Squigs. "Iz got yooz stuff, wore's mine? " <Skardrend> A snort was returned to him along with the Nob shifting his body over to block Skar's view. "Wuzznt us, naw needin no zoggin coward gitz dat don't fight proppa, run along while yaz still can, go play wiff da 'umies dat like playin wiff dere cowahd kamo. " Snorting the Nob turned away to thunder back toward the table, al lsix Orks resuming a heated argument.
"5 teef HAH! Oi moight not be a mek, nor a spanna, but im no som stoopid madboy git, blue migt be luky, but 5 teef fo som blue string. so wat yah say, yu dun try to fool me, un oi dun try to fool yuh." Mogg said, not at all impressed by blue wire.
<Rot Teef> Not really impressed wif da selecshun of stuf, he wuz curious bout da 'umie dakka. "Wat did ya say bout 'umie dakka? Can't find der kannons or dey keep movin em?" Dos kannons wud bring a trukk load of teef! "So 'ow much yooz giv me fur da rippy choppa? Iz don hav tim ta be wanderin round ask all des gitz ta buy it."
The Kommando Nob snorted at the gathered assembly before taking his leave of the hut, stepping back out into the open (relatively) swamp. Looking about the camp, he can spy a few of his boyz going about their business. Let them dig up leads. Skardrend would take a walk of the camp's perimeter, maybe venture a short ways into the swamp itself, get the lay of the land. The opinions of the Warlord's Nobs rankled, still ringing in his head.
Once the grot comes out with the squigz in his hands, Skarsnikk slips his left hand into the front pocket of his lucky shirt and pulls up seven teef. Now extending the currency out towards the gretchin along with the fighting juice, the Painboy glances over at Zukk and jerks his head to the side. "Givv da squigz ta Zukk. Ah'z almost fergot! `ow many o' dem attakin' squigz do yu'z `ave? Not da fully grown wunz. Ah only wunt da sporez dat be ready fer plantin'." - `Urty Syringe - Kalma, `splodin' Squig Paste, Fury = Left Arm - Bonesaw = Right Arm - x2 Jars of Fighting Joose = Bottom Compartment - x2 Rolls of Squig Flesh = Bottom Compartment - x15 Parasite-Hunting Squigs = Bottom Compartment - x5 Vampire Squigs = Bottom Compartment - x5 Hairy Squigs (Small) = Pocket - x9 Teefs = Pocket - 3 Bag Slots = Large Compartment
"Nah, I don' got da teff. Maybee lader" Grob replied to the Runtherder. He turned his back to the man and looked around to try and find his Nob. The Boss always knows wut to do.
