Vadug was especially pleased now, crates upon crates of human gubbinz and now racks and racks of their shiny shootaz as well! Indeed Vadug was most pleased with this haul of cargo. A literal tonne of devices for tinkering with, and enough spare parts to construct all manner of orky vehicles from the scraps. "Come on ladz! Get dat cargo sorted quickly! I don't want to keep da Kaptin waitin' 'cos a you slackin' gitz!" The Big Mek bellowed out to the assorted Orks and Gretchins that he commanded, many of which had gleefully tasked themselves with sorting out the useful gubbinz from the mainly useless bits...as to be expected from the Orks, they had the Gretchin mainly sorting the loot, but many orks also flung themselves at the prospect of finding some new gadget or gizmo.<br/><br/>Vadug himself had been occupied with a large, tripod mounted heavy bolter that had been stacked alongside several crates of lasgun ammunition, and numerous variations of flak vests. "Hmm...dat shoota iz just right." Vadug muttered to himself as he roughly judged the size of the weapon. It looked just about right to be mounted in a suit of new mega-armour he had been constructing for a particularly rich Nob that had come to him the other week, asking for such a suit of armour. "You two! Get 'ere!" He called out to a pair of gretchin who had previously been busying themselves with looting the deceased Imperial Guardsmen. "Take dat back to my Mek shop. And be quick about it!"<br/><br/>Cowering, the Gretchin rush over to the gargantuan, at least compared to themselves, and tried to lift the thing. After nearly crushing one of the Grots, they finally got the idea to take off the tripod mount an try to take the weapon in two pieces... That failed also. With a great heave both diminutive creatures tried with all their runty strength to lift the weapon, only to have it slam down onto the bare toes of the grot at the back of the weapon. With a shriek the grot accidently pulled the trigger of the huge machinegun, send a fist sized bullet straight through his fellow at the front of the gun.<br/><br/>"Oh for zog sake..." Vadug growled, placing a palm on his face at the sheer stupidity of the creatures before him. "If ya want something done.." He muttered walking over to the weapon and lifting it with one arm, taking the grot with the broken toes (that was still clutching to the weapon) with him. "Do it ya bloody self..."<br/><br/>"You 'erd da boss! Sort dis out and get it into da ship!" Moskrar bellowed before clanking along to follow his master.