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*DeQuest backs up slowly and wonders where Athan got off to*
There was one here, I think he's around here somewhere. Probably cleaning bits of cultist out of his armor and what not.
*Is not enjoying the relative closeness of the Ork*

*Marla notices the guards woman and puts a hand on her shoulder, indoctrinated by still human*

Probbly hunting those cultists who ran back to this... Major Thulsa...

*Too indoctrinated to be as scared, also a a little unwise and a abit unknowing of some of imiriums problems too,*

Burny Tin humies

*hates using Orkish but knows ernough, it's like 98% insults and gestures like head bashing*

*DeQuest glances at Marla before nodding softly and taking a step behind her*
I'll get back to work then Ma'am.
*Guard discipline kicks in as she walks back out to the truck and begins hauling in more materials to fortify the Room*

OOC: @jhe90 Don't Ork mostly just speak crappy low-Gothic?

BIC:

*Krump looks dissatisfied*

So! Wotz dere ta do round 'ere? Any good foitz?

*Krump scratches his arse, clumsily*

OOC: From what I understand Orks can and do speak low gothic (or some approximation of it) when they're around non-Orks and Orks. But they do have their own language, which does mostly consist of blows to the head and grunts as jhe said.

BIC:
*DeQuest pauses as she walks by the Ork holding a few sandbags*
Not much really. Mostly we've been sitting here in shock trying to figure out what to do, or arguing about what we should do. Hang around for long enough and I'm sure those traitors will come back for round two. We bloodied their noses the first time, but they'll be raring for another go soon enough.

Datz grate newz!

*Flicks DeQuest with a deactivated power klaw*

*DeQuest is caught off guard by the blow and, making a noise halfway between a grunt and a scream, she gets sent flying across the room*
*even a hit from an ork at low strength is still hitting pretty dang hard*
*she hits the ground in a clatter of armor plates and rolls to a stop and groans in pain*
...... Feth that hurt......
*might be nursing a broken rib or two*

*Krump starts making a harsh breathing noise that sounds something like a silverback gorilla's laugh, had it smoked 40-a-day for several years*

*DeQuest starts slowly getting back to her feet, hissing in pain as her broken ribs start aching fiercely*
*leans against the wall for support*
Feth me that stings....
*silently wishes for a lascannon to wipe the Ork's smirk off his face*

*Grinning stupidly, Krump sidles over to DeQuest*

Ah come on! Where's ya foite!

OOC: And where is the old Avvy team? We need a minimum of 4 players to kick this thread off, really. I pretty much require some badass to punch Krump around a bit, or his character will just kill DeQuest...

OOC:
We do have 4 people currently. Don't know where Aetare or jhe are right now but they both normally post here at least a few times a day. As for the others, I don't know.

BIC:
*DeQuest gives Krump a bloody smile*
Oh that? Tis but a scratch, but I musta left my fight in my other pair of pants.

Ooc I'm on holiday for the weekend.

OOC: Makes sense. I messaged Verveidi and Buttery the other day to see if they were still around. Verv says he's not in the mood atm, but will keep a mental tab on it when he warms back to Avvy. Buttery is temporarily MIA atm.

BIC:

*Krump sits down heavily*

Oh. Dat makez sense, I guess.

*Krump scrunches his face for a moment, before settling on a new hobby*

*Krump's face begins producing a horrific sound, a cross between yodelling and Orkish screaming, that is presumably his idea of humming*

OOC: BC does that. He'll disappear for a while to do his own thing, he'll come back to Dakka eventually.

BIC:
*DeQuest winces heavily at the horrific yodeling sound and she tries to subtly cover her ears to block out the sound*
*limps over to a corner and begins binding her beaten up ribs*

*in the depths of a forest a long-dormant portal begins flickering to life*

*Krump, ever the epitome of pitch-perfect, continues his song, occasionally thumping the ground rhythmically with his klaw*

*DeQuest finishes binding her ribs and, for a lack of having anywhere else to go, is forced to sit there and listen to the "music" that Krump is creating*
*she is contemplating the virtues of pulling the pin on the grenade she has in her backpack*

*in the woods the portal finally crackles into life, and a variety of strange looking vessels zip through it and begin zooming towards the Room*

*Krump, having partially deafened himself from the reverberations of his voice inside his iron gob, fails his spot check*

*the ships are still a ways away from the Room, but they'll be there fairly quickly at the speed that they're travelling*
*a dark shadow materializes behind Krump and seems to examine him for a few moments*
*ice begins forming on Krump's armor and an unnatural chill fills the air*

*DeQuest begins setting up a small tent in the corner of the Room*

*Marla is curled asleep in a corner sleeping and resting, though not peacefully sleeping and hand is tightly wrapped round a chain of sister hood symbols *

OOC... Il be back... Only away for weekend.

*Krump notices nothing and continues his warbling, occasionally blurting out a lyric*

AN' SO SAY ALL OF US!

*Krump is clearly enjoying himself*

*at the edge of the forest, a few of the vessels break the tree line and begin zooming towards the Room at high speed*
*the dark shadow fully materializes, revealing a Mandrake, who has eerie green runes glowing on his skin*
*with a snarl the Mandrake lunges at Krump, swinging a grossly oversized surgical blade at his face*
*the air around Krump is now home to a cacophony of half-heard whispers*

*DeQuest by now has crawled into her tent after taking a few pain pills to sleep off her broken ribs*

*Krump finally wises up to the situation as the Mandrake's blade embeds itself in his armour plating*

WAT THA ZOG IS GOIN ON!

*Krump jumps up, his immense size lifting the Mandrake by the blade-edge as it flails around trying to free its weapon. The Mandrake had assaulted Krump from behind and to his left, causing Krump to whirl around counter-clockwise in a vain attempt to see behind himself*

COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOUZ IS! IZ READY TO SMASH SUM 'UMIES!

WAAAAAGH!!!!

*At this point the Mandrake is just holding on for dear life*
*it makes no real sounds while it does so, other than the odd hiss or growl, but it clings on with surprising strength*
*several more Mandrakes materialize from the shadows around Krump and advance towards him menacingly, brandishing an astonishing variety of pointy blades as they do so*
*a Raider parks itself outside and several figures leap down from it and begin darting towards the door to the Room*

*With a wail of joy, Krump fires his kustum-shoota at the advancing Mandrakes with a genocidal intent that only Orks can muster*

HAHAHAHAHA!! YOUZ GOTTA BE FASTA THAN THAT TA JUMP ME! DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA!

*With the advancing Mandrakes either shot, suppressed, or cowering away, Krump charges at the Raider like a Tyranid towards guardsmen, a mad lust in his eyes*

*The mandrakes are indeed suppressed by the insane amount of dakka heading their way*
*amusingly enough, the first mandrake's blade is still stuck in Krump's armor, and the Mandrake itself is still clinging onto the blade, occasionally letting off a baleblast at Krump, but the position he's in makes the icy blast do very little*

*the Raider pilot begins backing away as fast as possible from Krump, and the Disintegrator cannon on the front of the vehicle begins spitting death at Krump*
*the Kabalite Warriors who jumped off it can only watch in astonishment as Krump zooms past them, although a few cursory splinter rifle shots are directed at his back*

*Krump fails to notice the Kabalites in his haste to reach the Raider, but does not reach it before a Disintegrator shot blasts towards him. Being the lumbering mass of truly Newtonian proportions that he is, Krump also fails to avoid being hit - the blast searing off a good part of his iron gob and right-shoulder plating. Catching up to the Raider, whose manoeuvring is being hampered by the local flora, he prepares to thrust his klaw into its prow*

COME AN' GIVE OL' KRUMP A TASTE!

*Grabbing the Raider by the prow, Krump takes the flimsy excuse for an IFV for a little ride... He proceeds to wield the Raider like a vertically-challenged club - unable to wave it up and down, but the near-fricitonless grav-lift transmission provided no resistance to a horizontal swing*

SUCK IT, YA STICKBOYZ!

*The Raider pilot and the gunner are hanging onto the Raider for dear life, although one of the Kabalites who stayed on the Raider is flung upwards into the sky a good 20 feet by the strength of Krump's shaking*
*the Kabalites snap out of their stunned state and begin unloading more shots into Krump's back, although their rifles are not that great at getting through his thick armor*
*The Archon, who got off the Raider with the Kabalites, facepalms with disgust at this whole display*

*While Krump, er... krumps the Drukhari skirmishers, a new green flash of light nearby spits out several Shoota Boyz*

Boss! We'z found you! An' we'z brought backup!

ZOG OFF, YOU LAZY GROTZ AINT BROUGHT NUFFINK ALL ZOGGIN DAY!

*This distraction caused Krump to pause, allowing several Mandrakes to catch up with him and yank him to the ground from behind and to his sides. They proceeded to try to stab him to death while he rolled around flailing like an extra-swole turtle that could cut through terminator armour. The Boyz took this fantastic opportunity to prove themselves and fired their shootaz straight at this total clusterfeth*

Boss we'z got yew! Dakkadakkadakkadakka!

WOT DA ZOG ARE YOU DOIN'? STOP SHOOTING ME YA GROTZ!

*The Kabalites, seeing this complete and utter cluster in the middle of the field, shrug and begin firing at both the Boyz behind Krump, and the Krump/Mandrake pile*
*Several of the Mandrakes got crushed by Krump's rolling, leaving behind an unpleasant oily smear on the ground*
*one enterprising Mandrake is sort of standing on top of Krump as he rolls, and he's desperately trying to keep his footing as he rolls, sort of like the log rolls on a lot of obstacle courses*
*the Archon, feeling a bit invigorated by all this pain, darts towards the Ork Boyz and starts attacking them with a Huskblade*

*in the Room DeQuest mutters something about not letting them take you alive*

OOC:
BIC:

*Krump is now utterly enraged by both his Boyz and the Kabalites, and, getting up while still under fire from both, tries to figure out which group he ought to kill first. It's his ladz.*

WAAAGH!!!

IZ GONNA SHOW YOU TA MUCK WIV ME YA MANGY GITZ!

*The Boyz, still shooting at their enraged leader*

We'z only tryna help!

*Krump barrels into the mob and begins wrecking face*