New Malice - Open (Walk-In)

[Mewtwo Anon]

''This place still smells. . . Damp.''

Talic had his arms crossed looking down through a viewing window. Below it almost looked like the world of Malice itself. To his feet, had been a large burlap sac almost brimming with a clinking sounding material. 'Your dear mother seems to be in danger.' His voice was soft, and very calming to the ears. From behind him, a figure looking to be made out of diamond had stepped, and headed towards the viewing glass. A hand quickly unfolded from it's position, and moved to his side, stopping the female. ''But, that's not why we're here.'' He looked into the eyes of the Female Griffon. It had been a mystical sight to look at as the females eyes looked to hold a complete galaxy in each pupil. ''Go, I'll meet you on the other side. I'm sure she won't even notice us. Just in, and out.'' Talic would smile at this point, and let his arm drop back to his side. The Female Griffon had taken the step needed to drop from the viewing glass. It almost sounded like she broke through the dimension, as the griffon now appeared to be smaller, and plummeting towards the earth. Seconds later, a Male figure that also looked to be made out of Diamond had stepped from behind him, and stepped through the rift. ''Why of all places, do you live here, Kiro.''
He shook his head softly, then took his step into the rift with the bag of coin in his hand.


It had only taken seconds for the Large Archangel to reach the planet. His feet slowly touched the ground as he closed his eyes, and took in the air. ''It's almost as if I can still smell her perfume on my collar.'' He chuckled to himself, then looked down to the large sack of coin. The female griffon simply moved a clawed hand onto the side of his shoulder, and gave him a light squeeze. ''I know. I know why we're here. '' He would softly smile, and move a massive paw to touch the top of his daughters hand before letting go. ''It'd actually be better if you two went back home for the time being.'' He only had to mumble this before the two griffon automatonesque took into the air, and disappeared. Talic had closed his eyes, then instant teleported.


Talic's being had appeared behind a seat that Kiro would often frequent. He could smell the cheap cologne from the others he'd been with. ''Classy, Kiro.'' He mumbled to himself, then chuckled as he tossed the coin on his chair. '' One hundred and fifty Billion, as a thank you.''
It wouldn't matter that he wasn't there at the time. He knew that he'd get the Currency regardless, as the only way to open the bag, was to actually be the Man himself.


Talic took a step back, then had disappeared in a brilliant white light that came from behind him, then eventually faded unto nothing. .

[ChainsawDooM]

Hidden in the darkness of the alleyway, Wingnut took a moment to think. He was still reeling from the revelations in the tent, but the presence of some new goals was making it easier to deal with. But still--snotlings building cities? Statues of elves being worshiped like effigies of the Orkish gods? Snotlings that could chant and talk!? What was going on around here!?

Gunna was very much right: They were in dire need of information. This was a blind-side that was leaving them walking a very thin line indeed, and at a severe disadvantage. If they didn't watch what they said and act very carefully it might easily escalate to something--zog, he wasn't even sure what could happen. The whole situation was unprecedented.

No, no... he mustn't get himself worked up again. He shook the irrelevant thoughts out of his head and started focusing on his two-fold mission. He had to find out what was going on here and loot the teef from the woods to cover up the whole thing. So, which to do first?

The answer was obvious, really. Those teef in the forest would be a tempting target for any enterprising boyz or grotz. If he didn't go now, they might not be around to collect later; and the longer he waited, the more Orkz might get ideas to go scrounging. Unfortunately, that meant he'll have to walk around camp with a bag full of teef while trying to get information -- not a good position for a grot to be in. He was sure to attract unnecessary attention, especially wearing his Blood Axe uniform. At least he was sure he could handle himself against anything up to a nob, and those should still be in the tent by the time he gets back. Plus, it should be easier to single out a lone source of information later, after all the excitement in the camp has died down.

His mind made up, he set out in the direction of the forest.

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread nodded sagely, or as sagely as a large ork could without tossing his working snotlings from the helmet. His eyes looked to Gunna as he spoke. "Wuz takin a secta before dem weird boyz of da hummies zapped me 'ere."

The snotlings begin to pump out ammo rounds as well as fill the plates gaps that had appeared from the small growth Dread had gained from his battles. The snotlings seem to move with ease in their task until a small explosion occurred in one of the manufacturing areas of the city. The sounds of screaming snotlings could be heard in the air, however Dread did not appear worried. The small city began to move and contain the fast spreading fires. they do seem to contain it, but not till it has burnt out a small area of the city. Suddenly as the fire started, they started to rebuild the lost area, the piles of scraps began to be picked over once again for supplies.

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

ChainsawDooM

[ChainsawDooM]

Roilvn Whiro

Clockwork_Daeva

Lokashun: Dread'z tent
Wiff: Dread an' Wraff

Gunna looked towards Wrath after her comment on Dimensional hopping. He lowered his hands and was just about to answer when Dread nodded and answered. Unfortunately, Gunna didn't hear a word of what Dread had said.

Right there, right in front of him, there were snotlings hanging on to his helmet while they repaired it. What was more, they were pouring out of and swarming around his armor, repairing it and reloading it as they went.

His armored jaw fell open, clanged shut, and fell open again, his voice stolen from him by the sheer impossibility of what he was witnessing. He barely restrained himself from shouting profanity ridden questions as to the legitimacy of what he was seeing. He was completely dumbfounded. His thoughts halted as he was unable to accept, yet at the same time, unable to deny what he was seeing. He couldn't even move on to trying to understand the implications of what he was seeing. He was just stuck. Not even the explosion and screams in the snotling town snapped him out of it.

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

ChainsawDooM

Can you hear it...
Under all the racket?

Location: Dread's Tent
With: Dread, and Gunna .

Tauivae listened idly, watching the snotlings that were swarming around the tent with annoyed interest. They were certainly numerous and as industrious as ever. She frowned and flicked one off the table as Dread spoke, sending it flying (a relatively short distance by her judgement) toward the would-be metropolis. Shortly after, a furnace exploded somewhere and the tiny beings set about containing the ensuing fire. Dread didn't budge an inch and she didn't particularly care to. The snotlings quickly contained the fires and started rebuilding where the fires had raged.

The elf turned her gaze toward Gunna at the sound of his metallic jaw clanging as he stared at Dread, apparently baffled by what he saw. She glanced from one to the other, then back to Gunna and arched a brow, saying, “You look like a dwarf that has accidentally found a dragon's horde.”

The call to battle,
The Song of War.

[ChainsawDooM]

Roilvn Whiro

Clockwork_Daeva

Lokashun: Dread'z tent
Wiff: Dread an' Wraff

Wrath's comment echoed around in his stalled brain for a good five seconds before it finally registered, snapping him out of his confusion addled trace.
... Sort of.

"Da snotlings... Dey'z is really brainy. An' can talk. An' fix fings. An' dey'z built dat armor what'z not loik anyfing Oi's ever seen. ... An' dey'z can talk..." he said while looking back and forth between Dread's snotlings and Wrath as if trying to will the elf to understand how impossible it all was.

He looked back at Dread. "What in da name uv Gork 'n' Mork did you do!?"

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread scratched his chin as he was questioned about his snotlings. It was true, they had not always spoke, or fixed things. They had always put a stitch into him pretty well, but then again he never thought their line had been as straight as he had become used to.

He finally spoke, still moving as slightly as he could to not toss aside his snotlings. "I wuz fightin Raf in Vulra. Not dis Raf, diffrent un. 'N he choppa me up reel nice. Took me leg, me arm, un me 'ead. Den I wuz ded fer." He began to count his fingers before he shrugged, a couple snotlings losing their grip and falling towards earth. "Dey Died, un da new uns ere brainy. Dey been mine since." Dread nodded sagely.

The flap of the tent flew open as several Grots came in, rolling in a barrel of fungus beer, as well as loading the table full of meat and fungus of various other edible things that had been found in the area. Dread smiled, reaching out and grabbing a leg of meat, before taking a large bite of the meat and chewing it thoughtfully.

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

ChainsawDooM

[ChainsawDooM]

Roilvn Whiro

Clockwork_Daeva

Lokashun: Dread'z tent
Wiff: Dread an' Wraff

"Wot? So you's didn' really even do anyfing?" he said to Dread, closing his good eye while a metallic iris whirred closed on his cybernetic one. He tilted his head slightly backwards while his left hand grasped his jaw and stroked downwards with a metallic rasping. He then shook his head, trying to regain his composure.

Well, If Dread didn't know, and the snotlings could talk now... It was worth a shot. Gunna opened his eyes again and pointed at one of the snotlings who had fallen from Dread."Oi! You dere, wiff da spanna!" He yells authoritatively. "Oi's is gonna wanna talk ta yer snotlin' boss after dis. Go an' tell 'im Big Mek Gunna Snazzbrainz uv da Blood Axes is requestin' a meetin'"

The familiar act of throwing his authority around and being in control gave him some of his compusure back. Besides, there was likely nothing more he could learn on the matter until later, so he supposed there was no use continuing to worry about it. Orkz were creatures of the moment after all, and at the moment, he smelled food.

"... Now den." he began while looking at the newly brought food. Just as he began to move toward it though, it seemed something clicked in his brain, as he looked back at Wrath.

"Roight, you wuz wantin' ter know sumfin' or sumfin', wuzn't you?" he said while looking like he was trying to fruitlessly remember something.

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

ChainsawDooM

Can you hear it...
Under all the racket?

Location: Dread's Tent
With: Dread and Gunna .

She sighed and shook her head at Gunna's response, becoming a little irritated with the orks. Mostly, she was irritatd at having forgotten that not everyone knew what a dwarf was. Which was a shame, really. They were useful, if a bit tedious to deal with. At the least, these orks were easier to negotiate with than dwarves were, even if they lacked some understanding of, what she considered to be, basic universal concepts. Dread and the Mek fell in to “discussing” the snotlings; almost bordering on arguing...but most orkish conversations were almost arguments and many ended as such, with someone or another bloodied. The tension seemed to ease a bit as Gunna decided that Dread hadn't done something to violate orkish rules or somesuch. That the tiny beings were so unusual to Gunna was a point of interest. Dread, it seemed, was unique amongst ork-kind. Being allied with an atypical ork amongst orks that were unfamiliar could prove to be very dangerous. Not that being in the camp wasn't a hazard unto itself, for her. Tauivae was silent as the two spoke and cast a lazy glance to the grots that filed in, bearing food and drink for the Warboss and the others that would be meeting here. “Food” being something loosely defined as “anything orks can eat,” which happened to be most everything and not all of it was appetizing. The elf spun a couple of mushrooms on the table's surface as she thought, sending them towards a pair of very confused and slightly terrified snotlings.

Upon Gunna's question, she grinned wickedly and once more turned her crimson gaze to the Mekboss. “Oh, there are a great many things I would like to know, but time tells all.” She responded coyly, then posed a question in a slightly more serious note, “What do you think of siege engines? How long would it take you to build something that could take that Tower down?” There would be time, later, to find out where this ork's loyalties really were. She'd start with that grot of his...wherever it had crawled off to.

The call to battle,
The Song of War.

[ChainsawDooM]

Reacting to Wrath's first response to his question, Gunna frowned, exhaling sharply from his nose and mouth while tilting his head back and to the left and giving a sneer, followed by him folding his massive arms. He then rolled his eyes and smirked mirthfully. "Oi swear, no matter what ooniverse or toimloin or whatevah you iz in, da wunz wiff da pointy earz alwayz loik talkin' wiffout sayin' anyfing. It's loik youz praktise bein' vague."

Gunna leaned forward and cleared a space on the table, then reached into one of his bags to pull out a large roll of paper and a crude looking pencil with a grubby eraser and placed it on the table, using assorted plates and cups to hold down the corners. He scribbled drawings of the tower, bombs, tanks, cannons, and other odd things as he talked while making notes in unintelligble mek jargon.

"Seige enginez moight work, but den dey moight not. Dat towah'z tall, soz assumin' wez kin do damage ter da outside, it shuld fall good an proppa once we do enuff damage to it."

He paused briefly to grab leg of meat and take a bite, then grabbed a mug and filled it with fungus beer, downing it before setting both down to continue talking and scribbling, pausing every once in a while to messily erase something or to take another bite of meat and swig of beer.

"Da fing iz, Oi can't really tell you if it kin be taken down by anyfing Oi build fer sure or not. Not 'til wez recon it. See, it'z made uv stone... an' stone can't be built dat high, not wiffout magik or help frum da Warp. Stone won't stan' da kompresshun uv da weight or da sheer from all dat wind. Not when it's dat high. Dat makes me fink dere's more to dat tower den what Oi's kin see. Oi really suggess' a recon."

He scratched his iron gob in thought. "Oi don' even know if wez kin jus' attack da foundayshun uv da tower ter bring it down. Dat's wun way ter do it: dig out 'aside it an' watch it topple. Normally five ter ten percent uv it will 'ave ter be in da ground, an' dat fings so zoggin' big. But, iff'n we can't break it from da outside or take it from da inside, den dat'll be da only uvver fing ter do.

"Now, if'n Oi had fizziable materials... well, Oi don't doubt dat would take down da tower, but prolly us an' erryfing wiffin 5 ur 10 klicks, too. Sides, Oi doubt Oi'll be able ter get me hands on any uv dem anytoim soon. 'Nuff plasma bomms moight do da trick, too... but dat's trikky fer a whole nuvvah reason.

"Anywayz, itz gonna take some toim ter get a good infrastrukture up an' runnin' fer buildin' whateva we'z iz gonna need. If'n Oi focus entirely on dat, it'd be about free days 'afore wez reach maximum output. Now, Oi kin rush produktion earliah, but it's gonna be slowah den if wez wait fer everyfing ter get set up. But, if'n you'z already got a mek, he'z kin start produkshun now da old fashion way, whoil Oi does da work settin' up. Shouldn' slow us down at all. Providin' we'z have a source of raw materials. Didn' see wun comin' in. Assumin' ya don't, Oi really fink da free days iz best, since dat'll give us da toim ter set up minin' an drillin' operashuns, bulk up da kamp defenses, and all da uvver fings we'z iz gonna need if we'z is gonna be stayin' 'ere fer da long haul."

[ChainsawDooM]

Gunna looked back over at Dread.

"Boss? You 'ave any weird boyz pop up yet? An' if'n ya 'aven't, ya build da copper cagez an' chainz fer 'em soz dey can be kontrolled 'til dey knows how ter use deir powahz? Oi don' fan-see me 'ead 'splodin' wiff no warnin'..." he asked, concern and a bit of distaste on his face.

He then looked back at Wrath. "Oi think oi remembah you'z sayin' sumfin' about dem dorf boyz an' draggunz? Dey 'round 'ere? Dey'z is usually good fer lootin'. Dem dorfs got lotza scrap metal bits and dem draggunz got neat fings what iz magik an lotza flash..."

It was then that a look of recollection dawned on Gunna's face, as he once again pounded his klaw into his armored palm before talking a bit excitedly.

"Oh, roight! Oi ruhmemba wut it wuz!" he said, while looking at Wrath and nodding a bit excitedly. "You wuz talkin' 'bout dimenshunal travel, yeh? he continued with a bit of a point towards Wrath and another nod, looking proud at himself for remembering. Gunna then cocked his head as if trying to mull over some confusing information, before speaking again.

"Dunno if dat's what oi's'z been doin', ur if it'z ooniverse 'oppin', ur plane 'oppin', ur toinloin jumpin', ur toim travel, ur even combinashuns uv dem. 'Ard to tell. Oi know oi's'z been ter da same planet a few toims, but it'z differen' a lot." he elaborated, before giving a big shrug and continuing.

"Anywayz, Oi's 'as been a buncha placez. It'z 'ow Oi know's you'z is an Elf-dar an' not an Eldar. An' wot you'z be meanin' by Dorfs an' draggunz. We call dem Dorf boyz "squatz" where we'z come frum, by da way,' he said as his eyes began to slide downwards and to the left as if he was becoming lost in his thoughts. "Dough... dey'z is just a toip uv 'umie, dere, an' most uv 'em 'az been et up by dem grubblies..." he started, before he seemed to remember who he was talking to and glanced back up at Wrath before adding "Tyr'nidz. Big bug fings. Floi frough space an' eat ev'ryfing and make more 'n' 'arder bug fings."

He shook his head as he noticed he had begun to ramble a bit, before refocusing himself and continuing. "Anywayz, datz a long, story, dough. Dunno if youz wanna 'ear it all roight now ur latah, but oi'z'll be 'appy ter tellz it."he stopped, and began to scratch his chin in what looked like thought, before beginning to muse somewhat quietly to himself.

"It iz weird, dough. ... Usually dem voidling fings woulda showed up an' tried ter killz me by now... But den again, weren't da normal portal we'z went frough. Fergot ter check da klock, too, and Wingnutz got dat..."

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread shook his head, but with less rigor than he would have if he did not have a snotling in his field of view, as the started to place the thick clear viewing panel being finally placed in his helmet. That means he will soon be able to eat with the normal energy that he enjoyed. To answer Gunna's question about the weird boys he threw his right hand over his shoulder, making a general direction towards the village, away from the forest edge. "Dey ov'ver dere." He grunted quickly. He hated having to be so still, but it did make his movements less so that the snotlings would finish faster and not be pestering him so much.

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

ChainsawDooM

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

ChainsawDooM

Can you hear it...
Under all the racket?

Location: Dread's Tent
With: Dread and Gunna .

Tauivae almost laughed at his comment on “the ones with pointy ears” alsways being vague. Almost. By elven standards, she was too direct and lacked the expected decency of someone of her status. Or what it had been, all those years ago. The right corner of her mouth twitched, as if she couldn't decided whether to smile or sneer. The elf scowled, watching Gunna and listening, saying nothing if only for the sake of diplomacy. He had a point, she hated to admit. “The Tower is magic, with a holy influence, at that. I can't even look at it, much less get near the thing. Someone else will have to do any sort of recon that might be needed.” she said with a dismissive gesture, speaking in such a way that implied that this should already have been known. She could only understand about half of what this particular ork was saying, but he did have a lot more to say than others. The paper was a surprise, but not too much so. So far, there'd been too many surprises, on all counts. It was wearing on her patience. Gunna was yet another oddly interesting ork, much different from the hordes she'd grown used to slaughtering. It seemed odd to her to think of them as individual. Or to even find them interesting. Regardless of the uniqueness of Dread or Gunna, they were still orks. Not that it quite mattered. Anything that lived, if it were to stand in her way, she would kill it.

”Tyr'nids? Voidlings? Clock? What in the Nine Hells are you on about?" asked Tauivae in response to Gunna, frowning at the list of possible threats. None of it sounded as it if boded well, especially not the bugs. Things that would only make accomplishing her goals more tedious. She turned her gaze to Dread and questioned, in a tone that implied death to being denied an answer, "...Weirdboyz? What are 'weird boyz'?"

The call to battle,
The Song of War.

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread smiled as the snotlings began to flood out and move towards the cities. The factories began to cool and the smoke that had been pouring out of them had slowly began to stop. Dread rolled his shoulders and looked towards the snotlings loading the chains of ammunition into the ork sized chain gun he carried. He stroked his chin thoughfully as he looked towards Wrath."Dey 're da tot' em of Gork n Mork."

He smiled and laughed before he moved his hands towards the stack of food he began to chew the meat as he looked towards the two of them. "So, gunna 'ave sum dakka, Gunna?"

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

ChainsawDooM

[ChainsawDooM]

Roilvn Whiro

Clockwork_Daeva

Lokashun: Dread'z tent
Wiff: Dread an' Wraff

Gunna looked at Dread, giving a small sigh and a frown before replying. "Nah, boss. Oi nevah trusted dakka wot oi didn' make fer meself. Jus' don' seem ter werk as well." This was half the truth, though. To be honest, he also didn't trust the snotlings just yet, especially not with their apparent inability to keep their own facilities from exploding.

He gave a slow shake of his head before slowly beginning to smile again, reaching into his pack and pulling out a small scrap of metal and a brown, oil-stained paper cylinder: one of his last cigars. He placed the cigar in his mouth, chomping the end off noisily before lighting up the power field in his klaw. The orange-hued field crackled to life and the air screeched in protest as the field played havoc with the bonds in the air around it. He tapped the piece of scrap metal briefly to the klaw, and it instantly began to slough off and vaporize, and more importantly, turn white hot. He decided to spare a glance at Wrath, to see her reaction and gauge what she knew about tek. Plus, it was always funny to see someone's reaction to a power field the first time... if this was her first time. He supposed he'd find out.

"Bettah den any match," he said, smiling to himself as he used it to light his cigar, the fumes of which smelled of a strong mixture of tobacco and oily diesel. He liked the diesel. It reminded him of working on engines and gave the cigars a bigger kick. Seeing no good place to dispose of his "match," he dropped it onto the flat side of his klaw and watched it disintegrate in a short, violent hiss before turning the field off again, the hum of its alien cooling system continuing for a few seconds afterwards before shutting down as well.

With good food in front of him, good fungus beer in is gut, and a good cigar clamped firmly in his iron jaw, he had to admit he was feeling pretty good.

Thinking about Wrath's interest in weirdboyz, he decided he should elaborate a bit, especially since he'd just gotten an idea. One that might help with her tower problem. Well, one of them. "Yeh. Weird boyz is wun uv da odd boyz. Deyz got da orky kno-watz in deir blood juzz loik meks an doks. 'Cept whare dem pain boyz know doktorin, an' us meks know buildin' an' fixin, dey know... 'ow to do weird fings. Wiff da WAAAGH!!! Dunno much specifiks: izzn't moi area uv ekspertyness," He began, then stopped to take a long drag of his cigar, pausing thoughtfully for a moment before continuing, the thick smoke coming out of his mouth as he talked making him look like a living engine.

"Seen 'em make boyz 'eadz isplode, shoot orky green loightnin' outta deir moufs, teleport boyz, an turn fings inter squigs." He said, before pausing and taking a swig of fungus beer for emphasis.

"Dat ain't all dey kin do, dough," He continued before screwing his one good eye shut as if concentrating. Itz alwayz 'ard ter explain fings ev'ry ork knows ter da pink skins, Deyz alwayz fink deyz is so smart, but deyz is all stupid gitz. Lucky we Blood Axez 'ave ter deal wiff dem stupid 'umies, he thought, nodding smugly to himself afterwards, a gesture which looked to any observer like he had found his train of thought again, rather than just insulted every non-ork in his head. In truth, he had done both.

"If it 'elps, where we'z from, dem Imperial 'umies call 'em 'Psy-kers', an' oi's seen uvver fings in uvver places wot is sim'lar, but diff'rent -- loik sci-onz, if'n ya 'erd uv dem, ur mebbe source-rers ur wizzadz if ya close yer eyes an' squint real 'ard."

His explanation done, he figured it was a good time to give his idea. "Speakin' uv weird boyz... dey moight be able ter 'elp ya wiff dat 'oly problem you'z iz 'avin. Dey'z make totemz dat kin keep dem daemon Chaoz boyz outta a ship in da Warp, dat 'oly stuff'z probably dead easy compared ter dat. Worf a shot, yeh? Least worf finkin' about."

"Now, 'bout dem Tyr'nids. Well, Teer-ra-nids," he said slowly, his face showing the effort of trying to pronounce the word correctly. Orkish jaws weren't the most precise instruments.

"Don' fink dey'll be a problem, 'ere," he added as he busily began scribbling some things on a piece of paper. It looked like he was drawing a bunch of lines that branched off of a single line to branch again, and again. "Dey's got a hoiv-mine, wiff sum kinda big brain sumere in da Warp dat's da boss uv all uv dem. Least, dat's wat I fink da weird boyz iz all 'ollerin' about when dey show up. Figger if'n dey end up in annuvver 'ooniverse, dey'd jus' revert ter bein' stupid, angry, 'ungry bugs," he said, and for emphasis ripped a piece of his fractal design off the page and lit it on his cigar, watching it turn to a short-lived ember and float away before drifting into ash. "'Course, dat's jus' a guess," he adds, with a shrug and another long pull of his cigar.

"Oi'll 'splain more 'bout dem voidling boyz an' da klock when Wingnut gets back. He's got sum fings Oi needz fer it me ter 'splain it proppa."

***

Location: The edge of the woods

Taking his time and being sure not to be seen, Wingnut snuck through the cobblestone streets and ruined limestone cottages and the makeshift Ork tents which sprouted up among them. Like a ghost, the kommando grot reached the treeline of the forest unseen and unheard. The devastation of the fighting was still apparent on the foliage of the forest, some trees scarred by the volume of fire and others chewed down to stumps and shredded pulp. Any fires were long since out, but the scorch marks were still clearly evident, marks of the recent violence.

He kept low and moved quietly, gliding through the forest with a silence one would not guess befitted one of the orkoid race. By Gretchin -- and even Orkish -- standards, he has had many years to perfect his craft, and Gretchin were naturally adept at the more subtle ways of warfare. His eyes and ears were as keen as an elf's, and his sense of smell was closer to an animals than any humanoids: sharp and accurate. The instinctive sense of danger him and some other Gretchin possessed didn't hurt, either.

He heard them before he saw them, a few Gretchin bickering and arguing, collaborating to fetch teeth. As he snuck closer, they soon came into view.

It seemed the two enterprising Grots had come up with the grand idea to go into the forest and pilfer some teeth from the recently slain.

He watched on with amusement, as the Gretchin moved towards a group of Orks that lay shredded and scorched in a particularly dense copse of foliage near the clearing. He was amused, because he remembered the grenades that still lay stringed there as traps.

Boom. The grots shredded into a green and red mist, the bucket flying clear. Smiling darkly, Wingnut moved in and disabled the rest of the traps, getting 3 large grenades. He then grabbed the bucket, and turned to make his leave.

...Unfortunately, it didn't look like it would be that easy for Wingnut.