[b]Arragoz Plizgin - Federayshun Muthership[/b]

The Ork was just about to 'thank' the soldier for his cooperation by not krumping him, that was until Faures revealed to him that the humie had been lyin'. Admittedly, the Ork didn't have much against being a lyin' git, as deception was one of his favoured 'kunnin' triks.' However, being lied to was a different matter entirely. "You'z shuldn't 'ave done dat, humie. Nows you'z gunna getz it." With a rather sudden and quick movement of his hand, Arragoz snapped the poor sod's neck with practised ease. "Da git din't squeal, so I'z din't stik 'im wiff me choppa. Ain't dat roight boyz," the Ork remarked, while stifling a short series of guffaws.

When the greenskin finished appreciating his own particular brand of humour, he returned to the closest an Ork could get to being serious. "Al'roight den, we'z gotz 'awselves a job to do, so'z into the vents we go lads." As he was saying this, the greenskin casually nicked the gauntlet-device off the humie's corpse, figuring it could come in handy later. With that out of the way, Arragoz promptly dropped down before practically sliding into the vent. Indubitably, he was a creature of immeasurable grace.