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[Xander Morhaime]

"Ooh, gots yerself a big fancy plan... bet ya'd muck it up if ya added anything more to it," the Ork snorted, the sarcasm just dripping from his voice. His input given, the greenskin moved off a short way from the camp to dig into his own rations. He didn't want the pinkies to try and nick any of his home-made food, after all.

The Ork didn't really care much for the idea of setting up watches, so while the rest of the party went to sleep, the Ork busied himself with trying to make a skullcap out of the servoskull. Maybe he could fit an extra killy laser eye or two in it as well. Three killy laser eyes were better than one, after all.

[Silhar]

Scav, so much involved in smashing pieces together, did not really pay attention to events taking place around. At least the work was proceeding forward and the Mekboy's contraption was slowly gaining a visible shape. The question arises - if functionality as well.

The sounds of heavy bashing, ringing and chiming along with the rain's whispering additionally drowned the roar of a crude engine somewhere nearby. When intruders came into vincinity, Ork couldn't help but only raise his head and see.

Four shadowy figures of a hulking size, striking and bringing fear. The stench, although quenched by the downpour, was hard to bear anyway.

One of the Orks steps forward and adresses Magork with a loud roar, loud enough to wake the rest up.

"Ye ! Ya thar ! Hu'z da boss ?"

[Xander Morhaime]

Whereas the instinct for most humans would probably be to reach for their guns, the instinct for an Ork was slightly different. The crumbling servoskull still in his hands, the mekboy looked around quickly at the other Orks, determining that the one talking was the biggest (or at least the loudest...)

"You da boss?" he ventured, with that goofy grin typical of mekboys the universe over who'd been asked something important when they were actually thinking about big explosions and not listening at all.

[Gargulec]

Orks were not the silent creatures, so they managed to drag Sulyen out of her light sleep by mere being around. As soon as the Eldar realized what is going on, her heart begun to race like crazy. Those beasts were terrifying her.

Struggling with her fear, she climbed out of the tent, leaving Cortez still sleeping in warm bedroll- her own, and the only one the party had, and tried to conceal herself somewhere among the rock or foliage, hoping that it will be enough to keep her from the Orks sight.

[Aramilllion]

Ramirez was not so vigilant as the Eldar and he was sleeping far less light. When the noise managed to wake him up, she was already gone. But before he managed to wonder where she might be, he heard the sounds made by the Orcs coming.

The Arbitrator decided that fleeing would not be honorable and fight meant certain death. He chose something in the middle. Fortunately, his gear was in the tent, within his reach, so it didn't take long to crawl outside with his trusted gun in hand. After a quick glance at the Mekboy, Ramirez tried to get to the nearest cover undetected - silent and fast, before the enemies arrive. He was hoping for a cover more solid than the tent, but some slump of bushes would fit him too.

From there he would observe the situation, ready to react, should the need arise.

[Silhar]

"Noo, ya idiot, hu'z YER boss?!", taunted the greenskin, taking a step closer and raising his fist, armored and spiked. "Speak or..."

Luckily, both Ramirez and Sulyen remained unsighted, as the remaining three Orks laughed at the Mek, each of them caring neither about an Eldar running swiftly nor Arbite preparing for combat. Their senses drowned both by heavy rain, loud shouting and pitch darkness, none of them saw any purpose in leaving such a delicious occasion to laugh.

Then, silent humming in the background, unheard and uncared, turns twenty times louder - into a brain-damaging alarm-like screech. Perhaps the Eldar's hasty steps triggered the contraption buried in the ground half an hour before.

"Whuzzat?!", roars the huge Ork, looking around. As far as one can see in the darkness, its face shows a mark of suprise - or slight awe.

[Xander Morhaime]

The mekboy's face turned into a grin of realisation, and he happily pointed a finger straight up at the sky. "Boss up dere... got 'isself a 'uge krooza, too... Told Magork to get down and find some good bits for bigger shootas for da krooza an' do some other stuff, so..." the mekboy shrugged. "Can't argue wiv' da boss, ya?"

At the noise, the mekboy flattened down his stubby ears a bit, shaking his head. "Dat ain't one o' mine..." he said, looking about as confused as the rest of the orks.

[Aramilllion]

Zenth swore noiselessly, when he heard the strange sound and realized that is attracted the Orks' attention in the bad way. He looked around quickly and examined the surroundings for the source of both upcoming troubles and the sound.

The Arbitrator prepares for a rough fight and aims at the biggest greenskin in the band, that one which 'talks'.
Then he awaits the right moment, dangerous situation or a miracle, whatever comes earlier.

[Silhar]

The greatest Ork pushes Magork off his way as he advances further into the camp, his steps resounding with a splashing noise as he treads through the puddles.
He comes closer to the tent, finding the source of the noise. Few loud gunshots later, there is silence again. The beast tears the tent's entrance wide open. He glares around the hideout for a while, then bursts out roaring:
"Ooh, da 'ummie! What we gonna do, boyz, wif da stupid Mek hangin' 'round wif pinkiez?"
The loud laughter of four thick throats echoes a split-second afterwards.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!", they answer with a powerful chanting.

[Aramilllion]

"I think this is the moment I was waiting for... Emperor, guide my hands." - whispered Zenth. He looks around trying to find the Eldar and give her the order to attack.

He aims at the greatest Ork's head, and fires a short burst with his Creed-9. The Arbiter keeps shooting until the Greenskin is dead.

[Gargulec]

Sulyen shrieked in fear, seeing her master attack. She was not ready for combat, she was not ready for a fight, she was not fit for it! She was weak! Frail!

Concentrating all little of his willpower, she managed to draw her tiny laspistol, but her hands was shaking, and she was just to afraid to pull the trigger.

[Xander Morhaime]

Magork had put up with these blunt, uninspired Orks for long enough. They couldn't see the Grand Plan, couldn't hear the voice of Gork (or was it Mork?)...

They had to go.

"Thump 'DIS!" the mekboy yelled, raising his shoota, pointing it in the Orks' very general direction, and letting loose. No short, controlled bursts - Magork simply pulled the trigger as tight as it would go and held on.

[Silhar]

The Ork leader taunts loudly, as Arbitrator's slugs pierce his skin and bone. He falls to the ground with a loud snap, leaking blood, with a silly facial expression.

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Initiative rolls are called for. Let us start combat!