Gorruk had heard the news mid surgery, the large Nob in front of him already cut open in seven different places along it's massive chest. one of his four Gretchin assistants approached and grabbed at the apron and tugged to get his attention. Gorruk looked down as the Gretchin told him quickly in it's tiny raspy voice and Gorruk boomed laughter. [i]"Capt'n dead? Then long live da new Capt'n! Now get off me leg you git. I'm not done wiff me surgery ya see."[/i]

The tiny Gretchin had mention a call for all the largest and meanest to get to the shiny throne in the Captains Quarters the Doc's eyes shot wide. "Why didn't ya tell me before you little git!" And he reared back his strong leg kicking the Gretchin against the wall on across the operating table.

[i]"Stupid Git, You dere..."[/i] He pointed to another Gretchin with a blood covered hand. The orc on the table continued to bleed with his open wounds, and the red robotic eye'd peered at the new Gretchin who approached [i]"Grab me stabby bits, I wanna look all fancy like fer da occasion'"[/i] Gorruk paused his speech for a moment rolling his heavy jaw under the surgical mask.

[i]"And bring me my 'Toofy'"[/i] Gorruk stamped a heavy foot down. [i]"And If I see one o' dem fingy-prints on it, I'z gonna launch ya from he nearest tellporta so ya come out wif ya insides on ya outsides got it?!"[/i] The Grot squealed in terror and rushed off. Gorruk finally turned his attention back to the opened cavity's of the orc on the table and poked at one of the larger holes.

[i]"Eh, he'll be fine... Still gotta fill dem holes with somefink."[/i] Leaning over to the side he grabbed a handful of scrap metal and parts and started to shove them into the many holes on the orcs body until they were full and would heal over (probably)  "Good as new I fink' no time for a proper surgery. Gotz ta see who's gonna be in charge." 

The mad-dok had an awful habit of talking to himself, and he picked up a nearby wrench and slammed it into the unconscious Nobz' jaw breaking more than a few teeth which Gorruk collected and stuffed into the pockets on his bloodied apron. "Payment in full, Oi! Nob if ya can 'ear me, Ya is gonna be able ta go right faster when ya wake up. I promise dat!" He screamed at the unconscious orc before  The Grot had returned with his sawblade and he took it by it's handle.

[i]"We goin' places toofy, dis gonna be fun."[/i] Stepping down from the elevated table, he started the task of strapping himself with his set of stabby-bitz. Assorted knives, needles, and crude tools hung from his apron the little loops stitched in to keep them attached to him. He patted the small shoota at his belt and pulled down his surgical mask to breathe deep, as he made his way 'toofy' in hand to the Captains Cabin.