A13 The Tau simply nodded and then walked out, waiting for the Techpriest to see if he may help her with the security codes.
A15 Dragging of 'Loot' Mulch set him up in his own trashed quarters, setting him up in a corner and looking at him. "Youz stay dere Loot! Iz be right back. " Setting off for the maintenance bay of the ship Mulch snatched up stray tools whenever they weren't being watched, lost cogs and gears or nuts and bolts all 'confiscated'. Mulch proceeded to lock himself in his Quarters with the Servitor. There he began rooting around in his open arm sockets, playing with the squiggly bits that were still made of flesh and arteries and seeing how they connected to the gubbins and know wots. Ork Wierdboyz were all born with some basic knowledge beneficial to their role coded into their DNA and Mulch was no different as he quickly managed to get the Servitor to shut up with some proper plug pulls. A few zapped fingers later and the Servitor had been muted and his alerts dealt with. Progress!
"Captain Lukas Ferrelian!" the Skitarii beackoned once he was done with the latest instruction and summary of the Mission#1. "I`d like to take upon myself the tasked designated as A16.I have been trained on a Forge World...i know the value of ore and i know its true qualities."the Skitarii broadcasted in errie manner with his bionic eyes glowing brightly green. "Once we reach Dreadhaven i`d like to drop to the planet and try to find the buyer."
Torek regarded the cultist sidelong, sniffing in his general direction before bowing his tall frame, "Human, may our hunts together bring us fame and.. Wealth." The word sounded strange to him, Kroot contracts rarely involved money, equipment that the Kindred required being the preferred payment; most often meaning weaponry. He turned stiffly and left the room, troubled by missing the first hunt due to his own lateness. I should be returning after my first assignment right now, having lead the charge and had my fill of whatever unfortunates that cross our path. The Kroot was hungry, not necessarily for meat but for satisfaction. A hunter without a kill was no hunter at all. At that he tugged at the beast skins he had fashioned into a jerkin, from which his sword hung at his waist. Perhaps not the kills he had had in mind, but it was something. Returning to his room, he decided to leave the door open to perhaps greet the other members of his new Kindred. As Torek settled into his quarters, his body began to naturally secrete the greasy and altogether pungent oils that would partially mark out his territory within the crew quarters, skin glossing over as he sat and leaned against the frame of his room's entrance, milky white eyes scanning the hallway. OoC: Not trying to snub Simionas here, but trying to catch us up to the rest of the crew time-wise.
Resh wandered the ship, unsure of what to do now, when a thought came to her head, a thought inspired by her earlier conversation with the Ogryn. It was a quick and immensely fun way to make Money- Slave Hunting! She immediately set off to tell the captain of this.
''Slave hunting, eh?'' the captain said. ''Yes, that'll be a worthwhile task. When we return to Dreadhaven, make your way to the information broker. No doubt he'll have a contract or two. But I'd advise taking manacles, or some other way of restraining your prey, he tends not to react favourably when his bounties are delivered as corpses.'' Task: A18 Players: Midas (still open for others to join). Objective: Visit the information broker, ask him for a slave hunting contract. Reward: -
A18 Jalp had moved for the briefing room, he also wantet to do jobs, so he could get money. When he heard the capture idea, he wantet to do that, he had done that before, "I also want... to help with, capture" He stated, proud that he had god the idea to help so fast, the captain would be happy.
A2 Deff'ead sighed as the crates were taken out and put in the hold, the captain had been very clear that they would not get to keep it, they would just get part of the sales and not the shiny lootz. One more idea did spring into his mind, though. The ork went off to the captains quarters where he heard a discussion between the dark eldar, ogryn and captain. Slouching in, he noticed they were talking about slave taking so he weighed in: "Iz a gud idea, but not my fing. Anywayz Kaptin, I wuz wunderin if when we get back ta dredheaven, I could go and for kontakts of the, ehm... Greener type. For when we need some orky boyz for a job or sumfink."
A18 "Well, count me in that as well. Need someone to wash my room and clean my armor while I'm gone," Razauil smiled.
Satisfied that he has finally a clear purpose on this colorful ship he set of to his room.Just about he was to exit the hangar he saw Tau staring at him and tapping the foot as if waiting for something.He approached and broadcasted in High Gothic: "Xeno Shi Monat!You look impatient.May i aid you in something?"the Skitarii said that while adjustig his new autogun on his shoulder.
