[b]Arragoz Plizgin - Ridley's Krooza[/b]

With Ridley having finished his briefing on the operation, Arragoz trotted off to go meet with his team. As an aside, barely visible to the naked eye was a minuscule fungal growth in the ceiling, its presence in such an odd location likely being due to the Ork slamming into it a few minutes prior. The end result of this growth was currently indeterminable, although the rapidity at which it grew from a spore indicated it was probably a snotling or other lesser Orkoid. No matter the final product, it would likely serve as an excellent post-mission snack upon Arragoz' return.

Returning to the matter at hand, the greenskin had managed to locate the team that would be accompanying him. Befitting a stealth operation, they were small in number, to the point where even Arragoz' lack of proficiency in numerals was enough to determine how many. There were three, to be precise, all humanoid, albeit with a number of differences that were completely irrelevant to the Ork. They looked like humies, smelled like em, and were probably just as puny and weak as em too. Nonetheless, they were his team, and Arragoz would have to make do with what he had. Rising to his full height, the usually hunched-over greenskin now absolutely towered over them, and provided his own briefing.

"Al'roight ya gitz, I'z Arragoz, yer Boss fer dis misshun. We ain't gotz enuff Boyz to get stuck in, so we'z be doin' dis da Morky way. By dat, I meanz we gots to be kunnin' and sneaky, so I dun want nunna you muckin' about 'n' shoutin' 'Fer da Emprah' da moment we spot any uv' dem Spess Muhrines or Ummy gitz. Ya gotz dat? Now, we gotz ow'selves a muthership ta krump, so you'z best be ready roight quick-like."