Re: The Adbot's Revenge!
The jungle wasn't the easiest kind of terrain for a walk, but the orks moved through it without problems. Despite their size and posture, the boyz walked among the trees with superb agility, keeping up a fast pace easily. Of course, Brokk and the nobz simply smashed their way through with power claws, dealing a lot of damage to anything that got in their path. After a while, Nox noticed some small, four-legged creatures running around the group, followed by small green figures. The other noticed them as well, and Grave moved a bit closer to the armored Nob.
"Squigs and snotlings. We're close to the camp, aren't we?"
"Yea. Boss said to bring da one screamin' 'ere... Means bring you 'ere."
"Yeah, yeah. I get it. I wonder if he's in a good mood."
The relative silence was broken by a loud roar, as if a large, furious beast broke free. It frightened the boyz, and seemed to have a similiar, altough smaller, effect on the two nobz. They've moved away from Brokk and started to bark orders, as if to justify their behaviour. The armored ork seemed to be a bit uneasy as well...
"And if I'm not mistaken, that's my answer."
"... Yea. We're toast."
"Not necessarily. Just let me talk."
"Wateva. It's yer 'ead, humie."
The group marched out of the woods, altough now the orks moved slower, as if they didn't want to approach too hastily. Nox would notice that their behaviour towards him changed - now they seemed to be too busy thinking about saving their own skin to be nasty to the mechanoid. Grave walked close to Brokk, speaking with the nob about some events from the past. In front of the group was a large settlement built mainly out of wood and scrap, surrounded by primitive fortifications and posts with built-in guns. The perimeter was patrolled by a few orks and a number of small, goblin-like creatures known as Gretchin operated the guns, looking around from one side to another - they seemed to be much less eager to fight than the orks. Brokk's group made their way into the camp through a large gate, which was guarded by several orks with large shootaz, placed on watchtowers. The guards let them in without problems, but seemed to be curious about the guests - they had no idea who Grave was. Most of the orks who had met him before were nobz now. Nox, of course, was an even more interesting type, and he could notice a large ork in a strange-looking armor that seemed to be composed of junk and tools was paying a lot of attention to him, following the group. The camp itself seemed to be made of wood, junk and guns. Nox could recognize a large workshop, something that seemed to be a primitive hospital and a few fungi farms ran by snotlings, who were currently busy with feeding the squigs. Eventually, they've reached the middle of the settlement. In front of them, two figures could be seen standing in the middle of a large square. One of them was a normal-sized ork, whose appearance made him look like a madman - he carried a number of amulets and similiar junk, hanging from really weird places, and seemed to be some sort of a shaman. The other one was a truly massive ork in a awe-inspiring armor that made him look like some sort of a walking tank, equipped with huge guns and enermous power claws. He was currently yelling at the smaller ork, who seemed to be fighting against some sort of invisible pressure emitted by the large one. Grave smiled and moved forward as soon as he noticed them. Apparently, he found his target, and now he waited for the giant ork to stop throwing a tantrum.
