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

Upon hearing that there'd be gitz to shoot, chop, and krump in general, the Ork immediately pulled himself out from the vent. Falling through the air for a few brief moments, Arragoz made an oddly graceful landing, hitting the ground feet-first without so much as a stumble. Granted, his weight had dented the floor ever so slightly, but that could easily be buffed out. Plodding over to the ship belonging to the cyborg dragon-beast, the Kommando climbed in and quickly found a place to sit. The place in question just so happened to be in front of the vessel's equivalent to a steering wheel, because clearly, Arragoz was best suited to driving such a contraption. 

As he waited for the others to load onto the vessel, the Ork decided to make an inquiry. 

"So Boss, wot sorta Gitz will we's be fightin'? Humies, panzy Elfdars, or maybe even suma dem' Beaky Spess Muhrines?" 

This question was quite pertinent in regards to Arragoz' actions, as it would determine what sort of explosives were to be used, to best suit the situation. However, as he was fairly new to the concept of multiple universes, his knowledge of potential opponents was limited in scope to those found in his own. Nevertheless, it wouldn't take long for Arragoz to adapt, as Greenskins are wont to do.