Vadug and his brutish guard had made quite quick work of the journey back on-board the Ramma O' Gork, and back into the Mekbayz. The Big Mek was worried about the 'ooman weapon that he was lugging around than the gretchin that had been left to the looting-most 'ooman weapons weren't shooty enough for a real Ork anyway. "Finally, da last bit of sum new Mega armour is ready!" Vadug gleefully cried out as he placed the heavy weapon down onto a nearby crate filled with assorted gubbinz, while he went to gather up his mek tools.<br/><br/>Mid-way through putting on a crude and heavy-looking steel welder's mask, Vadug said to his guard. "Tell da boyz to bring me back any of dat ooman armour, dat dere bit gitz wear, dem space marines or whateva dey'z called."<br/>Moskrar's answer was little more than a low growl before he collared the nearest boy and relayed the menial task to him. "And get bloody going ya git!" He added in a forceful manner before casting the smaller greenskin aside.<br/><br/>Now suited and ready, not that it involved anything more than placing on a mask, to resume his work. Vadug lifted the heavy human machine gun over to a workbench of his. Standing proudly just next to the workbench was a suit of pristine, at least by ork standards anyway, of yellow and black mega armour. It was armed with a brutal looking chain-fist that had been cruelly ripped from the arm of a dead space marine, and now only awaited a suitable weapon. "Dis iz gonna be gud..." Vadug mumbled to himself, before getting to work.