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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.
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