[b]Arragoz Plizgin - 'Ome Base -> Da Bar[/b]

As the Boss provided intel, the Ork reached into his backpack, withdrawing a small notepad and a Calixian Infantryman's Portable Communications Transcription Device, the latter of which the Ork referred to as 'Da righty fing,' with both being the former property of an Imperial Guardsman. With the comically undersized implements in hand, Arragoz carefully scribbled the necessary info down, in Ork runes, naturally, while making some mental comments along the way.

[i]Bottum uv' da manshun, eh? Gonna be diggin' through lotsa floors.[/i]

[i]Magick s'kurity? I'z busted inta dem panzy Elfdar Kraftwurlds afore, dis shoodn't be any 'arder.[/i]

[i]Plenty a guards jus' meens dere's more gitz ta krump, iz all.[/i]

As for the remaining information, the Kommando figured he could look at that after meeting up with Aldo. "Fanks fer all dat, Boss, I'z gonna go 'n' gavva da Skwad." The Greenskin was already halfway out the door as he said this, briskly plodding over to the Tellyporta room. Following a brief spat of yelling and brandishing of weapons, the employees managing the devices set the Ork's desired coordinates in, and he was sent sailing through space, before being deposited in the bar.

Or, to be precise, in one of the bar's restrooms. Arragoz couldn't be arsed to check which, not that he'd be able to tell the difference in the first place. "Eh, close enuff." Shrugging his massive shoulders, the Greenskin made his way over to the door, opened it halfway, and yelled out.

"Oi, Aldo, ya 'ere?"