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

A bemused expression appeared on the Ork's face when the solder addressed him as Kaptin'. "I ain't wunna dem Freebooterz, so jus' callz me Boss, alroight?" Arragoz had met Freebooterz before, and he respected their fondness for lootan', snazzy hats, and messin wiff da humies. However, they weren't Blood Axes, and some of them worshipped 'Da Bludd God' over Gork & Mork, 'n' dat ain't roight.

Returning to the matter at hand, the greenskin was waiting patiently with the others for the Krooza to land. Luckily, they didn't have to wait long, as the ship reached the cargo bay with but a brief delay, allowing them to enter the vessel. As the occupants were wholly unaware of their arrival, the guards stationed there were few in number and laughably unprepared. As the first two marines dropped without issue, the Ork set his sights on a third, who remained utterly oblivious to the demise of their comrades, and just about everything else, for that matter. While Arragoz was no stranger to humies being stoopid, the particularities of this case made it a first for the Ork. 

They weren't wearing a helmet, but that was a common practice amongst Spess Mehrines, and only part of the matter. In place of proper head protection, the soldier had a peculiar contraption strapped to his head. It consisted of two large, somewhat rounded coverings for each ear, connected by a band of metal, with a thin cable leading from one of the coverings to a small metal box clamped onto the soldier's waist. Presumably due to this strange device, the soldier, instead of joining the fight, had decided to muck about. While its true nature was unknown to the greenskin, that would only be the case so long as it remained in the humie's possession, something he intended to rectify.

Strolling up to the humie from behind, Arragoz raised his boot, and proceeded to deliver a mighty kick to the soldier's back. The impact sent him crashing face-first into the floor, and an audible groan of pain could be heard from the guard. After taking the opportunity to relieve the humie of his strange head-contraption, the Ork unsheathed one of his choppas, while using his free hand to lift the man off the ground. To prevent him from calling for help, Arragoz clamped his hand over the soldier's mouth, along with a sizable portion of his face sans the eyes. Making sure the choppa was in plain sight of the humie, the Ork began whispering to him in Low Gothic. Hopefully, the translator would convert it into something vaguely intelligible. 

"See dis, humie? If youz squeal fer 'elp, Imma stik ya wiff it."