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[Chad32]

<I may not have been paying attention. Truthfully, there were points when I spaced out while my Yeerk was doing business in Yeerk areas, like the pool or Bladeship.> christine said.

[Myitt]

"Right-o," Myitt says, raising her eyebrows at whoever was supposed to be taking her to do the blood transfusion.  As she passes the doctor she decides to introduce herself.

"I'm Myitt by the way," she tells Asda.  "And my host's name is Tara.  We can explain later, unless you're familiar with Yeerks.  I should also let you know that my arm was injured a few days ago.  I hope you can take what you need to help this young human without causing my human friend any harm."  She shrugs and walks on a few paces, following her guide.

[Darth Revan]

As Parker held his position, Thor chimed in, <Sir, I detect a life sign approaching the crash site.> Parker looks from his perch and spots Zoshonel walking towards the site.

Parker cuts his ext speakers and asks, "Thor, can you reach Zoshonel?"

<How, sir?>

"I saw some of the others have communicators, can you search for his and hack into it?"

<One moment... connected. Putting you through now.>

"Zosh, come in, Zosh. This is Parker. Do not proceed any further. There are two Orks that look rather nasty ahead. If you're in for a fight, I recommend you sneak around to the left and attack when the fight begins."

[Chad32]

zoshonel settled into the tree he had climbed in before responding to Parker. "I know about the...Orks, was it? I was planning on keeping an eye on them." He said in a low voice. "I could move around to the left, if you think it would be more strategic."

He discreetly moved to a different place to the left of where he thought Parker was. "By the way, how did you get this frequency? Thor?"

[Deadman Riseing]

“Hey watch it that last bit of metal nearly hit me ead.”  Nazshak picked up one of the scrap metal and was about throw it back Skarfang but he said he heard something Nazshak listened out for any sounds hearing but heard nothing He shrugged and threw the bit of metal at Skarfang not caring were it hit him.
“And what make ya think I can fix the ship anyway? I’m no Mek boy! I’m just a Shoota boy” Nazshak ignored Skarfang said while he held up the engine he just did a rude gesture and went back into the ship there was the sound of metal being thrown about followed by moment of silence “OI YA DRUNK NEARLY ALL THE GROG” Nazshak reappeared form the ship with a bottle of fungus beer he quickly drank it and threw the bottle at Skarfangs feet.
“No wonda ya couldn’t fly strait ya drunk enough beer to take down a Squiggoth da boss is gonna kill ya fer drinking most of his stash.”     

(oh my net at home is down for who knows how long)

[Shenmue654]

Mar sighs, watching Myitt and the others leave with the bizarre pilot for the blood transfusion.  I suppose they're going to have to help themselves, then.

Mar twitches one of his pointed ears, picking up on the bizarre conversation going on between the two Orks. He's pretty sure he's seen them before, but he's not entirely sure what to make of them. They don't seem very smart. But if they pose danger to the other crew members or Khasrak's minion...

Mar stays close at hand, hoping to try and make sense of what's going on and maybe even see what happens with the WWII pilot. Odd man. He seems out of place, neither magical nor very futuristic.

[Six]

The metal thrown by Nazshak bounced off the larger Orks belly, he didnt flinch but retaliated by piffing the engine to the side and stomping up to the Shoota Boy, and punching him full in the face with a ham sized fist.

"Dats cos yer a Git an' yer kept bettin' dat Iz coodnt drink a Squigs weight in Fungas beer!"

Skarfang bared his fangs in a snarl. "N wot da Boss dun know aint gunna 'urt nobody!"

Skarfang saw a bit of movement in the corner of his eye and turned towards it, brandishing his choppa and bellowing mightily. "OI! IZ SAW DAT! YOUZ UPIN DA TREE!"
The Burna Boy hadnt actually seen much more then a slight flicker, which could have been some bird or wind settling, but his Orkish instincts said 'Wen in doubt, yell an' shout!'

Then he slung his flama into position and activated the sparka, while singing a little ditty in a rather loud voice, stealth was not Skarfangs strong suit, BURNIN' STUFF WAZ!! "Burnin' in da mornin', Burnin' in da evenin', Burnin' at da eatin' time!"

Still singing, he triggered the flame and began to set fire to the tree, as he'd got it into his small Orky brain that burnin' sumfink waz da best fing da do at da moment!
His singing became no more then Orks! said in a musicical tone, as he burned, smoking his cigar. ANd if the tree had nothin' in it then at least it was good and burned.

"Orks! Orks! Orks! Orks! Orks! Orks! Orks! Orks! Orks!"

(Thodol)

The Marine silently cursred his luck and used some of his magicks to 'fade away', that is completley disappear from the visual senses of anyone watching, then when he felt the timing was right he would probably slay the noisome Orks, depending on his mood, he then moved slowly to circle behind the Orks, the slow-minded creatures would not see him until he wished it.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin blinks and sets the dracon down on the table.  "Yeah, I guess that's the life of a rebel.  To tell you the truth I didn't think it through very much.  I saw an opportunity and ran with it."

Ossanlin shrugs again.  "Well, like I said I'd hoped to get some information regarding the rebellion...they must have kandrona generators or they wouldn't be around.  I would hope they'd protect me too...but if I can't get in touch with them I'm as good as dead anyway.  I'm sure I don't need to tell you what the Empire would do to me if they got hold of me.  Kandrona starvation would be better.  I've got a couple of days to figure it out."  Ossanlin looks around a bit nervously.  "The threat of death doesn't have much effect on you once you accept the fact."  He chuckles a bit nervously.  "If it comes to worse at least Sai could live here it looks like."

Ossanlin glances pointedly at the pool after Jagil/Temrash sets it back down.  "I have a little hope though."  Ossanlin smiles again.

[Darth Revan]

Parker sees the Ork torch the tree and thanks God that he timed his communication right. He didn't move an inch from his camouflage; but he saw on his motion detector that Zoshonel had indeed moved around left. He also 'saw' that Thodol had moved around and positioned himself behind the Orks.

<Aw, this is about to go off.> Thor played a soundbite from an old movie.

Parker rolled his eyes and shifted his aim to the gas tank strapped to the Ork's back. His trained eyes finds the weakest point, the best spot to destroy the flame thrower and light the Ork on fire. Parker tells himself, <Don't fire until Thodol begins the attack.>

[Deadman Riseing]

Nazshak fell flat on his back when he was punched in the face “you’re a git ya know that” Nazshak looked on the ground around him he could see some of his teeth had been knocked out he quickly pick them up and ad placed them in a brown bag named teef.    
Nazshak laughed at Skarfang when he began to burn the tree “yeah you showed that tree whose da boss.”
Nazshak looked around “Oi while we are here we should go take a look around see if there’s any good lootin to be had maybe even some stompin ya know for when we get back da boss might not put your head on a pointy stick.”    


(my nets is back up)

[Six]

The Ork eased off the trigger and, lifting his visor off his face, turned to Nazshak, his face was covered in soot, depite the helmet that protected it.

"Huh? Wuzzat yoo sed? Stompin'? Yeah, Iz likez ta do sum of dat!" He bared his teeth in a sooty grin. "Andz da Lootin' soundz great too!"

He fished out another cigar and leaned into the blaze to light it, puffing contentedly on the foul-smelling smoke he re-slung his burna and waved his choppa at Nazshak.
"Well, Whattaya waitin' fer!? An invit- invatashu- Sumfink dat sez ya kan!?!"

Skarfang kicked some dirt at the burning tree, having completely forgotten why he had burned it in the first place, and for no reason other then it seemed like a good idea at the time, plucked a Krak grenade from his belt; piffed it into the fire and leapt for cover.

"Ever-ry Ork fer 'imself!"

[Deadman Riseing]

Nazshak took cover when he saw Skarfang remove the Krak grenade from his belt there was a nice loud boom after which Nazshak popped his head up form behind his cover to see a smoking crater “ya a dam Git” Nazshak got up from behind his cover.
“Well let’s get moving.” Nazshak pointed passed the smoking crater “We’ll go that way I get the feeling the good stomping to be had that way and good lootin” Nazshak began to head the way he pointed not caring if Skarfang was following him or not          

[Six]

"Hur hur hur! Dat wun madez good BOOM!" He glanced over at Nazshak, only to see that he was heading somewhere, he headed on over to him.
"Oi! Wherez we goin'?" Skarfang then cuffed the smaller Ork round the back of his head.

"Dun call me a git, Shorty! Elze I stomp yore face"
He thought for a moment and pushed Nazshak in the direction of a scrap heap, one that he hadnt thrown stuff at yet.
"Iz sez we goez dat way! Yer wanna disa- dis- Ya wanna argu!?" The far larger Ork brandished his larger choppa threateningly, he was quite ready to use force to get his own way and if he did need to, he'd take all of Nazshaks teef.

[Deadman Riseing]

Nazshak turned around and faced Skarfang and pointed his shoota in Skarfangs face “Don’t call me Shorty or I’ll blow ya face off! And I’ll call ya a git if ya being a git.” Nazshak was temped to shoot Skarfang in the face but decided that would be had bad idea at this range Skarfang was a lot stronger then him he lowed his shoota Nazshak was then pushed nearly in to one of the scarp heaps Nazshak turned and faced Skarfang.
 “I don’t care which way we go as long as there’s lootin and fightin” Nazshak turned back to the pile of scrap and picked up the biggest peace he could find and threw it at Skarfangs belly “now make up ya mind would ya.” Nazshak faced Skarfang and pointed his shoota in his general direction “now can ya save it for the fightin in” 

[Six]

"Hur hur hur!" Nazshak threatening hims was rather amusing, specially cos Skarfang only called him 'shorty' to coax this kind of reaction out of him. "Youz alwayz overrea- over- Getz realz angry 'bout bein' short! Least yer kan sneak in wiv all da Grotz! Hur hur."

The Ork showed surprisingly fast reflexes and caught the object that was thrown at him, looked at it briefly before tossing it at a lump with a pipe near it.

"Makez up me mind 'E sez! Yer no Warboss!" He grumbled to himself "Givin' me orderz like 'e'z da Boss'z secund"

The Burna Boy thunked hard for a few moments and decided. "Iz thinkz we shood 'ead on ovar ta..uh,. holdz on. Iz fergot wat I waz finkin' bout."


((Parker, he absently tossed the hunk of metal at you, it may hit and it may not (Metal is actually a large engine that would take two marines(halo) to life easily-ish, and one lifting it would get a crook back))
((I love Orks, so fun to play as))