Moonman

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Arragoz Plizgin - Enjin Room With a boom, a shout, and a hail of projectiles, battle was joined. The Goo-bomb had done its work, entangling a number of the muhrines, leaving them vulnerable to the fire of the Ork's humie comrades. As for the return fire, most of the ones that struck Arragoz harmlessly pinged off the massive pauldrons that were part of his disguise, while the rest only succeeded in leaving largely superficial burn marks on his hide. Hopefully the remaining ones would find a way to put up something vaguely resembling a fight. Arragoz wanted to enjoy himself, after all. Fortunately for the greenskin, and less so for the now very dead Shaz, this hope was fulfilled, as the PED Muhrine chose that moment to display their capacity for death-dealing. Before throwing himself into battle, however, the Orkoid decided to do the kunnin' fing, and assess the threat. The muhrine's shoota seemed to be comparable to one of the humie's Plazma Shootas from back 'ome. Furthermore, the muhrine appeared to possess a kustom force field of sorts, greatly increasing their durability. Finally, he had a snazzy looking backpack that the other muhrines didn't possess. In conclusion, the muhrine was ded 'ard 'n' ded killy fer a humie; and that backpack was now next on the list of fings to be added to Arragoz' slowly growing collection of junk. With that in mind, the Ork concocted a battle plan, which took a grand total 2 seconds, and put it into action. Unsheathing one of his choppas, the one with the spiked knuckle-duster, to be specific, Arragoz began to slowly advance towards the muhrine. This plodding pace didn't last long, however, as the greenskin suddenly broke into a run, shortly followed by a leaping tackle once he was close enough.

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As promised, an Arragoz post has been made.

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Arragoz Plizgin - Enjin Room Some humies were going to show up soon, hopefully to put up a proppa fight. However, this meant that Arragoz would have to work quickly, lest they arrive and interrupt him in the middle of setting up the bomb. While Faures made an opening in the engine, the greenskin fished one of his melta bombs out of the seemingly bottomless depths of his pack, and began to prepare it. The Orkoid set the timer for fifteen minutes, thinking that would be plenty of time for them to krump the humies and leg it back to the krooza 'afore da muthership went kablooey. After locking it into place, Arragoz armed the device, and a countdown began. Repeating the process twice over for the remaining engine segments, the Orkoid was now certain that he'd probably set up enough explosives to tear the vessel apart, hopefully. With that out of the way, the greenskin went about preparing a proppa Orky greeting for the humies. Moving over to the door that served as both an entrance and an exit for the engine room, he positioned himself to the left of it, whilst retrieving a Goo-bomb from his pack. Upon their arrival, Arragoz would throw the specialized Stikkbomb, entrapping the poor sods in a coating of Squig goop.

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Hey, sorry about being absent. I'm currently away from home on a trip, and my ability to post will be a tad limited until roughly Saturday/Sunday. I'll see if I can get an Arragoz post up soon-ish, though.

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Arragoz Plizgin - Muthership's Ventz/Enjin Room "I'z goin as fast as I can, Boss, ya kan't rush purfeck'shun." Arragoz responded to the cyborg-space-dragon's urging to hurry it up with a brief whisper into the communicator, making his way through the vents as he did so. Conveniently, these ones were a tad less rickety than the ones back at Shadoo Foreva's base, muffling the noise somewhat. Luckily, the humies were far too focused on the seemingly more immediate threat of Ridley to take note of what noise did manage to result from the sneakin' of Arragoz and his crew. This would undoubtedly prove to be their downfall. Upon being informed that one of his humie companions was planting firey bombs in da vents, Arragoz quickly voiced his approval. "I like da way you'z fink, humie. We'z can save dose fer our 'taktikul ruhtreet.'" After all, setting things on fire had a tendency to serve as an excellent distraction, especially if one of the humies got themselves ignited. Just like the Burna Boyz said, watching gits 'do the burny dance' always made for a good larf. After roughly a minute or so of travelling through the vents, Arragoz finally found himself looking down through a grate at one of the vessel's three engine rooms. Due to the crisis at hand, the room was lightly guarded, with a mere two marines standing watch. The greenskin needed to take them out swiftly and silently, which meant he'd have to deploy one of the less flashy bombs in his arsenal. The Ork carefully lifted the grate up into the vent, while his other hand reached for a Smokey Stikkbomb. Following the standard Ork routine of 'hold on to da pin, throw da uvver part,' Arragoz dropped the armed explosive into the engine room, startling the humies down below. With but a brief delay, the bomb detonated, covering a significant portion of the engine room in a thick, purple haze of smoke. Almost simultaneously, the Ork made his entrance, and despite tumbling out of the vent, inexplicably landed on his feet. As their vision was obscured by the smoke, the marines were hesitant to open fire, lest they accidentally strike the engine or each other. (Un)fortunately for them, Arragoz proceeded to make it very clear to them where he was, by way of lightly tapping on their shoulders. Quickly turning around in response, the marines were treated to a brief glimpse of the Orkoid's hulking form, promptly followed by the greenskin granting each of them a closer look at his fists. When the smoke finally cleared, any observers would see the greenskin standing over the two incapacitated marines, motioning for his humie companions to join him.

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Arragoz Plizgin - Federayshun Muthership The Ork was just about to 'thank' the soldier for his cooperation by not krumping him, that was until Faures revealed to him that the humie had been lyin'. Admittedly, the Ork didn't have much against being a lyin' git, as deception was one of his favoured 'kunnin' triks.' However, being lied to was a different matter entirely. "You'z shuldn't 'ave done dat, humie. Nows you'z gunna getz it." With a rather sudden and quick movement of his hand, Arragoz snapped the poor sod's neck with practised ease. "Da git din't squeal, so I'z din't stik 'im wiff me choppa. Ain't dat roight boyz," the Ork remarked, while stifling a short series of guffaws. When the greenskin finished appreciating his own particular brand of humour, he returned to the closest an Ork could get to being serious. "Al'roight den, we'z gotz 'awselves a job to do, so'z into the vents we go lads." As he was saying this, the greenskin casually nicked the gauntlet-device off the humie's corpse, figuring it could come in handy later. With that out of the way, Arragoz promptly dropped down before practically sliding into the vent. Indubitably, he was a creature of immeasurable grace.

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Arragoz Plizgin - Da Muthership The Ork snorted, and very nearly broke into a fit of laughter in response to the humie's statement. "Dun' worry, ya git. I ate humie afore, tast'd zoggin' awful. Ya know, fer a Spess Muhrine, you'z don't 'ave much uvva fight in ya." In fact, Arragoz noticed that he barely even resembled one to begin with. The humie was puny, just like them Gardsmen, and his pauldrons weren't zog off 'uge either. If dis 'ooniverse's Spess Muhrines are dis puny 'n' weak, I wonda wot da rest're like? Prolly a buncha panzies like dem' Elfdars. Dis iz gunna be eazy. After spending a moment to quietly snicker to himself, the greenskin returned his attention to the humie captive. "Alroight den, movin' on. Lemme make sumfing clear to ya, if you'z answers some quest-shuns fer me, I'z wont krump ya. Simpul as dat. Furst, where's da enjin room, and da place where ya keep yer shootas and uvver flash bits? Wot else wuz dere, uh...." The Ork trailed off, only for Ridley's voice to suddenly resound in his ears through the communicator. Acknowledging his words with an "Uh huh, gotz it," Arragoz focused once more on the Spess Muhrine. "One more fing, ya git. Do you'z gots da vent planz?"

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So, any word on who's gonna control the Galactic Federation blokes on the mothership? Because at the moment Arragoz is essentially sitting there doing a whole lot of nothing.

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I have no idea who's supposed to be handling the GFS mooks, so I decided to leave it up in the air.

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Arragoz Plizgin - Ridley's Krooza/Federashun Muthership A bemused expression appeared on the Ork's face when the solder addressed him as Kaptin'. "I ain't wunna dem Freebooterz, so jus' callz me Boss, alroight?" Arragoz had met Freebooterz before, and he respected their fondness for lootan', snazzy hats, and messin wiff da humies. However, they weren't Blood Axes, and some of them worshipped 'Da Bludd God' over Gork & Mork, 'n' dat ain't roight. Returning to the matter at hand, the greenskin was waiting patiently with the others for the Krooza to land. Luckily, they didn't have to wait long, as the ship reached the cargo bay with but a brief delay, allowing them to enter the vessel. As the occupants were wholly unaware of their arrival, the guards stationed there were few in number and laughably unprepared. As the first two marines dropped without issue, the Ork set his sights on a third, who remained utterly oblivious to the demise of their comrades, and just about everything else, for that matter. While Arragoz was no stranger to humies being stoopid, the particularities of this case made it a first for the Ork. They weren't wearing a helmet, but that was a common practice amongst Spess Mehrines, and only part of the matter. In place of proper head protection, the soldier had a peculiar contraption strapped to his head. It consisted of two large, somewhat rounded coverings for each ear, connected by a band of metal, with a thin cable leading from one of the coverings to a small metal box clamped onto the soldier's waist. Presumably due to this strange device, the soldier, instead of joining the fight, had decided to muck about. While its true nature was unknown to the greenskin, that would only be the case so long as it remained in the humie's possession, something he intended to rectify. Strolling up to the humie from behind, Arragoz raised his boot, and proceeded to deliver a mighty kick to the soldier's back. The impact sent him crashing face-first into the floor, and an audible groan of pain could be heard from the guard. After taking the opportunity to relieve the humie of his strange head-contraption, the Ork unsheathed one of his choppas, while using his free hand to lift the man off the ground. To prevent him from calling for help, Arragoz clamped his hand over the soldier's mouth, along with a sizable portion of his face sans the eyes. Making sure the choppa was in plain sight of the humie, the Ork began whispering to him in Low Gothic. Hopefully, the translator would convert it into something vaguely intelligible. "See dis, humie? If youz squeal fer 'elp, Imma stik ya wiff it."