[b]Arragoz Plizgin - Shadow Eternity HQ[/b]

Shortly after arriving in the headquarters of 'Shadoo Foreva,' Arragoz had decided to take a quick look around the base, mainly to see if there was any 'shiny fings' worth lootan. Along the way, the Kommando had planted enough explosive charges throughout the complex to turn the surrounding area into a smoking crater if need be. He'd done this for the sake of security, of course. At present, he was sneaking through the base's vents, or about as close to sneaking as he could get, given the circumstances. Due to his bulk, combined with the inherently noisy nature of a ventilation shaft large enough to contain his frame, Arragoz was making enough of a racket to wake the dead. Not that he minded, as that only meant more gitz for him to krump.

Thankfully for the inhabitants of the base who valued their precious ears, the Kommando eventually halted upon reaching a grate. Looking down on the hangar below him, he dimly recognized some of da 'portant gitz that he'd been told about. In particular, there was the cybornetik flying lizard git and the puny humie Dok wif his choppa and pair of snazzy guns. After making a mental note to nick the Dok's flash gear at some point in the future, the Greenskin decided to introduce himself, in proppa Orky fashion. 

Raising his arm, Arragoz clenched his fist before bringing it down on the grate in a crushing hammer-blow. The force of the impact caused the metal to buckle and break free of its moorings, resulting in the grate crashing into the floor of the hangar with a distinct clanging noise. Shortly afterwards, the bandana-clad head of Arragoz poked out from the newly created hole, and shouted a greeting of sorts. "Oi! Wot're you gitz up to?" While the words were uttered in a horrifically mangled version of Low Gothic, the Ork's translator barely managed to convert it into somewhat less mangled English, for the convenience of his co-workers.