"Aaaand that is why the Earth Caste does not play with Human toys." Kar'Vesh said with a slight shrug to himself. "Soooo anyone going to fix that hole, or what?"
Varl worked with the consummate skill of a true professional, once he was accustomed to the stern presence of the magnificent Captain. He took a moment to orientate himself, and to direct Dras, and soon he was severing muscle fibres and teasing out nerve buncles into smaller strands with the finesse of a craftsman. He hummed a little as he worked, beating time on the edge of the torture-table to the rough music of the creature's screams. Treleskan did not ordinarily work much with Greenskins; they were not subtle creatures. They were capable of feeling pain, which was invigorating, but their suffering was coarse fare. A sort of ... hearty roughage for the soul. Still, it was reasonably potent, and he could begin to feel soothed and more at ease. His mind began to drift to his lovely companion, and of guiding her delicate hands through the first steps of evisceration ... But such pleasures were not to be. As he began to inspect the Ork's misshapen skull, the Haemonculus did not really think he'd find anything of use inside. The Greenskin cranium was mostly bone, the brain matter small and wizened and on occasion even entirely absent, having been replaced by what the Orks termed "gubbinz". This one was different. As he opened up the braincase, Varl glimpsed something that should not have been there. Something more sophisticated than any Ork Dokta could have bodged together. And it was ticking. "DRAS! Evacuation and containment protocols!" he yelled, grabbing the lovely Captain by one hand and his set of scalpels in the other. The Wrack would know that this meant getting to safety and putting at least one heavy bulkhead between himself and the victim. Treleskan sprinted clear of the lab with - he hoped - Captain Vatton in tow, but he didn't get too far. "... YEAH DAS ROIGHT YA PANZEE, OI'LL SHOW YUZ WOT A PROPPA 'EADBANGA IS LOI-" followed by a wet, mushy noise and the gentle patter of cranial fragments. The explosion was surprisingly small, but then, Treleskan theorised, it only had to detonate and destroy an Ork brain. He collected himself, striding back into the chamber and examining the now headless corpse. Of course, it was also lacking other parts too. Varl prodded some of the central mass. Nothing. The Ork was as dead as a Guardsman on Spore cleanup duty. "My apologies, Madame," he said, with a short bow, "but it will not be possible to recover any further intel- ah, information, from the specimen."
@Jorimel @Maleth @MetalDog4 Adel nodded curtly towards the man who'd previously patched her up in acknowledgement of his good work, and repeated the gesture with the others who had already been present when she had joined. Quietly, the tall figure stood by as the grisly surgeon performed his work, obviously radiating more glee than he should. But many a sadist found their personal bliss in useful work, and she herself would have to admit at least a semblance of bloodlust. The noble remained silent, seeing no moral objections. It was the beginning of the hecticness that made Adel take a step back. A step that would turn into an expenditious retreat. At the mention of the word ''Eadbanga', Satani's ears perked up, having heard that term before, but it was too late to contemplate this term's particular significance as the disgusting sound of collapsing craniums rang through the hall. The interrogators' return to the room revealed to her that the Ork was likely entirely dead by now. "This was rather excessive", the Otthan offered. "I can't believe I'm saying that in the context of Orks and explosions."
Madame Satani's healing looked to be holding up well now that she was moving around. Not that Varl expected any less from his own work. but still. Good to see in the field. An advertisement of his skills. And he was pleasantly surprised by the polite acknowledgement the Human woman gave him. Despite the character of his work, the Commorrite considered himself civilised company, and he enjoyed good manners. "It was," the Haemonculus agreed, wrinkling his acquiline nose slightly at the mess and needless waste of suffering. "Still, one cannot accuse the Greenskins of subtlety."
<Captain Alea Vatton> Her eyes glowed again as bits of Ork fell from her armor and her hair. She was slightly vain, but who could blame her? She looked good. "That was...well, to be honest a lot smarter than I expected from his former boss. Treleskan Varl, it would seem like your services are no longer necessary down here, you may return to your lab. Satani, Herchite, let us go to a briefing room and discuss security arrangements so that we are not so surprised again. I do not hold anybody at fault for this most recent incident, I only wish to ensure it not happen again."
Kraig continued wandering the halls, still not coming across any of the crew. BBQ sauce dripped onto his shirt and covered his hands. He wasn't too worried about not seeing anyone, atleast he had good Grox BBQ to enjoy. He used his sleeve to wipe his mouth clean and cleaned his hands with a handkerchief he had in his satchel. He shrugged and headed back to the galley, after all maybe someone had headed there while he was out and about.
Dutifully, the commander interrupted her dismayed purge of (literal) Ork bitz stuck to her clothing, skin and hair to salute Captain Vatton. "Yes, ma'am." Shortly thereafter, however, she resumed the cleaning process as much as she could. The fight against the gore was an uphill battle indeed, and eventually, she simply removed her greatcoat to reveal a similarily worn-down military uniform below. At least her clothing was particularly less greenskin-tainted now.
With Herchite being covered in gore like everyone else, he merely brushed it off his helmet and his armour as he didn't really mind if it came off fully or not. After all, it was just gore and viscera and therefore nothing special that had landed on his armour. With Alea suggesting that they went elsewhere to discuses more important matters, the Havoc simply said "As you command, Captain."
< @EVERYDAMNBODY > At the end of the day, the hole was fixed, and the Sapphire was ready to fly whenever Captain Alea was ready.
Kar'Vesh was sitting leaned back in his pilot seat, slurping some random flavor, he didn't look when pressing a flavor. It tasted like some sort of berry. Or grape. Perhaps cherry... Ah who knows! It's yummy, and full of sugar. Everything a Tau-body needs to operate a starcraft. His feet were on the console and his body leaned back.
