[b]Arragoz Plizgin - Shadoo Foreva HQ/Foekrusha[/b]

After a good bit of waiting, the transport that would be taking them to Nox finally arrived. With everything in place, in regards to both the Kommando's equipment and his kunnin' plan, the Ork stood up and plodded over to the ship. The ape-like beetle monster Arragoz had requested to join the mission, whose name sounded vaguely similar to 'Ogan, followed close behind. Shortly after he entered the ship, Shadoo Foreva's boss remotely addressed the crew with information the Ork cared little for. If Clark was anyfing like the rest of the s'kurity he'd 'eard about, Arragoz would simply have to put a tad more effort into krumpin' 'im.

With that out the way, the Kommando looked over the gitz who'd been assigned to accompany him on the misshun. The Greenskin was neither impressed nor surprised. Most of them wore identical uniforms, making it even more difficult than usual to tell the humies apart from each other. As for the more 'unique' ones, their clothes and height were all that really stood out in the Ork's eyes. The shortest one looked like a cross between a Squat 'n' an Elfdar, being both stunted in height and frail-looking. Another humie was somewhat taller, and wore metal armour. Less puny than the prior one, but only by a smidgen. The last one wore armour reminiscent of the Imperial Guard, but with a peculiar helmet sporting a T-shaped visor. He looked decently killy, so Arragoz figured that one had the best chances of survival out of the lot.

However, that was a matter for the future. Now was the time for the Kommando to establish who was really in charge of this misshun. Stepping up to the figurative plate, Arragoz shoved a few humies out of the way, before getting his hands on the ship's equivalent to an intercom. Bellowing into the contraption, the Ork addressed all Shadoo Foreva operatives present.

"Al'roight ya gitz, dis iz Arragoz Plizgin speakin'. Since you lot are a bunch 'uv puny humies, I'z decided to take charge. If'n any uv you gitz disuhgree, you'z k'n take it up wiff da komplaints d'partment. For few'cha reference," The Greenskin briefly paused, unholstered his slugga, and held it up for all to see. "dis iz da komplaints d'partment."

"Now, since I'z proppa kunnin', I've already gotz a klevva plan in mind. Ya see, da gitz we'z dealin wiff ain't Orkz, so they'z too stoopid ta see dis kummin'. Well, they'z gonna see part uv it, but that's all part uv da plan, ya see? Anyways, on to da plan. Most uv you gitz 'r' gonna go in loud, right frew da frunt gate, ta be specific. I want you'z to make as much noise as possible, 'n' keep whateva S'kurity dey 'ave busy. Dat sound simpul enuff?" Without waiting for a reply, the Greenskin moved onto the next phase of his plan.

"So, while da gitz guardin' da manshun are busy, I'z gonna be takin' a smaller group, 'n' we'll be makin' owselves a new entrance." The Greenskin paused again, and proceeded to point insistently at the Umber Hulk on the ship. "See dis git? 'E kan dig frew just abowt anyfing, so we'z gonna use dat to get da Eye 'uv da Serpent proppa fast."

"Now, we'z gots to split into teams. Those uv you 'hoo want to join me 'n' 'Ogan in burrowin' down, raise yer 'and. As fer da rest, you'z gets ta be da distrackshun. Ain't dat lovely? Uv course, if'n you don't like da plan, just say sumfing. I wantz ta know 'hoo ta shoot."