Now normally, Da Kaptains preferred way of handling these types of situations would be to shout at da boyz and let them handle the grots work while he took out the leader. But the fact that he was lost in the multiverse away from his krew did not help. 

[color=8dc73f]"Deme necron boyz is smart doh".[/color] Rotjaw thought to himself. [color=8dc73f]"Deyz haz all sorts ov dem transdameshional dingyz mista gubbinz is always bickerin about. Effin i play meh cards right, iz could make it back to meh krew, dene come back an smash em shiny metal 'eads in"[/color]

Rotjaw looked up to the metal men and smiled that same yellow smile. If the necron could smell, it would of turned from disgust.

[color=39b54a]"Beg yer pardon mate, it was my fault. I be a willing to pay yer tab and dene maybe we could talks about... negoshiashons?"[/color]

Rotjaw watched the lord and waited for a reply. One of two out comes was about to occur. Either the lord will buy his bluff and Rotjaw can get one way ticket home or he denies and it will be time to get a krumpin. Rotjaw counted the warriors best he could. He knew the gaurds would be grots work but the lord was ganna be a challenge. He waited eagerly for a reply