Kaptin Ogmuk Marine-flayer had been a right fine Kaptin. Went out the way Oonguh would hope to go someday. He wasn't quiet about his own wail of sorrow for the deceased warboss. Of course, the lament quickly became something enjoyable, for there'd be a right fine fight comin' for who would be the next Boss. And that would be him, Oonguh Boonguh the Nob. He opened his lower, metallic jaw and let out a thrumming growl. 

He strode over to his weapon's rack and grabbed his Double 'Eaded Choppa, a huge two headed axe that could slice through tank armor (if he hit it hard enough). He hefted the weapon, and nodded with satisfaction. He turned and stomped out of his cabin, stomping so much and with such purpose that two gretchin died from his stomping. Doors were smashed out of his way, and the Nob stomped up the stairs, elbowing past a smaller Orc boy before making it into the main Cabin. 

Tall, lean, and every inch made of hard muscle, Oonguh stood at the center of the room and looked around. "Where are all da boyz?" he growled to Mugrub, muscles flexing as he gripped his axe harder. Mugrub was a right fine Weirdboy. Good for...weird stuff.