[u]Turuk Graak[/u]

Turuk was not impressed by the nature of the sleeping woman and her comrade, despite even his limited intelligence he knew too well not to overextend any sleep that was permitted...unless the wreath of the commissar was something you openly sought. "Hmm. Man should wake woman, no need be gentle. This war." He spoke slowly to the man, Turuk didn't normally judge others for their intelligence but the man seemed somewhat vacant mentally at least in the massive Ogryn's eyes. Turning his attention to the Commissar, Turuk gave a childish salute as the man passed by him through the cramped space of the chimera transport. It was his normal greeting to Viber, ever since they'd met all that time ago on Turuk's feral world, and ever since he'd saved the Commissar's life and unit from certain doom.

Tuur had other plans for the rest of the people in the chimera. He reckoned that the Commissar was an already guy, and made a point of not giving a murderous glare as the man passed by him. "So...guessin' we're more 'er less 'ere now. S'posin' 'ya should check 'ya gear n' whatnot." Tuur himself had already checked and then rechecked his own equipment several times. He'd even managed to 'procure' some supplies from the regiments back in the rear line bases, they wouldn't be missing it by any stretch. "Hey, Turuk, 'ye got 'yer stuff ready?"

Turuk immediately changed his attention to his comrade, and nodded at the question the man asked him. "I got it. All ready to go." Turuk have a massive toothy grin before hefting his, thankfully set to safety, shotgun. When the Sargent, one of the few groups of people Turuk actually knew something about, started to speak however the Ogryn gave attention. He didn't understand some of the words, but he knew enough that he should follow the Sargent and be one of the first. The 'little 'uns' wouldn't bring him if they wanted to be sneaky or didn't want something broke properly. "I follow." He managed, before the chimera driver spoke over the vehicle-based vox system and the hatch began to open.

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Turuk had sprinted out of the vehicle as fast as the cramped area and his bulk would allow, reaching cover in a speed that would have likely been seen as impossible for someone with shorter legs or a less monstrous musculature. He slammed against the patchwork of stone barricades just as the Orkoids made their presence known. "Da green-people!" Turuk bellowed with an immense shout.

Tuur had followed the same path as his oversized friend, running from the close confines of the transport and into the fresh air of the open topped outside. While slower, that gave him crucial seconds for his natural instincts (orders that he was too ignorant to hear more like) to kick in, as he scrambled to cover and hunkered down. "The green'uns are 'ere!" He bellowed upon seeing the Orks emerge from their hole.

Rising from cover, Turuk gave an incredibly pleased look as his over-sized lead-spewer spat out a thunderous barrage of leaden shot at the disorganised mob of boyz. For all his brutish nature, Turuk had always been a rather good shot, especially when the gun didn't exactly require any sort of real aiming. Several of his shots tore off massive chunks of muscular orkoid flesh while the sheer force pummeled bone into porcelain splinters, massive splatters of blood were blown across the open fields staining emerald grass and scorched earth with crimson ork vitae. 

Among all the relative devastation, was Turuk, chuckling like a maniac.