[b]Arragoz Plisgin - 'Ome Base[/b]

"Gots it. I'z gonna need a cupple fings from ya fer dis misshun, like floor plans uv whereva da gem is, 'n' a pik'sher uv da Snakeeye or wotever it'z called. Jus' send em to da' kompoota in my quartaz." 

With that, the Kommando turned around and plodded out the door. Arragoz also knew he could use some backup, but given the current state of the management, he decided it would be for the best if he did so himself. Only the toughest, biggest, strongest, meanest, and possibly greenest gitz in Shadoo Foreva would be suited for a misshun with the Greenskin, although he might bring in a puny humie to serve as a meatshield and/or emergency ammunition. Thus, the Orkoid returned to his personal residence.

After quickly depositing the bitz he'd looted from the raid on the Federayshun Muthership, Arragoz made his way to the heavily customized terminal on the far end. Originally, the Ork had been provided with a standard issue model, but that quickly proved to be a problem, and a great deal of money was lost replacing the thoroughly demolished device. Learning from this incident, the organization's resident engineers enlarged the interface apparatus, and constructed it from an alloy intended for the armour plating of a space faring vessel. The end result was a contraption that could likely survive a nuclear apocalypse, in addition to being so obscenely heavy a forklift was required to transport it. Suffice to say, this was exactly the way Arragoz liked it.

Now, whilst the Greenskin waited for the Boss to send his requested intel, he decided to take a look at the employee dossiers. While many of them served only to elicit groans from the Ork, a few caught his eye.

First, a hyper-intelligent ape by the name of Julius Aldo. [i]Kunnin' 'n' killy, a right Morky kombi'nayshun.[/i] 

Next, a [url=http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/forgottenrealms/images/1/10/Monster_Manual_5e_-_Umber_Hulk_-_p292.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width/558?cb=20141115232627]massive beetle-monster[/url] hailing from the world of Eberron, known as an Umber Hulk. They were best known for their crushing mandibles, ability to dig through solid stone, and two pairs of eyes. One multifaceted, with the inexplicable quality to confuse any who looked into them, and the other comparatively normal, merely permitting the creature to see in total darkness. [i]Looks like wunna dem buggy gitz from back 'ome, not 'alf bad.[/i]

Finally, a humie that wouldn't look out of place on Messia, or any similarly savage world in the 41st Millennium. A marauder with a fondness for high-speed motorcycles and combat chems, brought here by an accident involving a stick of dynamite and a dolphin. He'd been enticed with the offer of stuff like Velocity 9 and Venom, and had done his fair share of smash 'n' grabs for the organization. [i]Eh, 'e culd make a nice distrack'shun, at least.[/i]

His list of candidates now assembled, Arragoz went about contacting them with the offer of joining his Skwad. "Let'z try dat Aldo git furst, I sayz. 'E seems right proppa." Booting up the terminal's communication systems, the Kommando kicked off the conversation with his usual tact and refinement.

"Oi, dis iz Arragoz, I needz sum gitz to nick a shiny rok fer da Boss, cuz the puny humie needz it fer sumfing. Ya in'trested?"