In the relatively crowded ship space that made up the mek bay, there was a deep chuckle of laughter audible well above the clanking of hammers and the hiss of blowtorches. "It bloody werkz! Now dat ladz is sum proppa orky know-wotz!" Vadug shouted out as he watched the first use of the mega armour he had produced. He watched as pneumatic pistons wheezed into life, filling the suit with mechanical strength as the various joints whizzed and whirred into life. The Nob that was trying the armour seemed pleased that his new shiny armour was at a perfect mix of ded 'ard and killy, as evident by the grin he had plastered across his pig-like face.<br/><br/>"You'z outdone yer'sen Big Mek!" The nob cried out as he tested the punching and kicking, whatever limited about it was, abilities of his newly crafted armour on the air around him.<br/>"Jobz a gud 'un." Vadug answered simply, more pleased that he had made the immense human machine gun compatible with the orky technology than anything else. "I got ya teef already, sum grot came wiv 'em."<br/><br/>"Gud, now letz see if it werkz on oomanz!" Came the answer of the new mega-nob as he stomped, clanked, and wheezed down the mek bays and back to Gork knows where.<br/><br/>"Tell da boss uptop dat we'z all dun 'ere!" Vadug shouted out to one of his boyz, who immediately ran off to go pass along the message. "Right!" Vadug bellowed out, but instead of some goon rushing out to take his every whim, the orkz around him fell silent...well, mostly silent as some were bickering over a tankard of squig ale.<br/><br/>"Da message 'haz been sent! Soon ladz, we'z gonna land on that dere ooman planet! And wot are we gonna do when we get dere?!" The Big Mek shouted his almost rhetorical question to the boys around him, the sound drowning out the minimal noise of the mek bay.<br/><br/>"Krump 'em!!!" Came the reply of the few hundred orkz, each of which had ecstatic looks of excitement upon them.<br/><br/>"Now get back to work!"