Vadug's mob of cyborkz, mek boyz, and gretchin was hardly an easily missed thing. But the hallways of the lower decks seemed to be utterly desolate, here and there small mobs of grotz would be riffling through the pockets of a dead human guardsman, but there seemed to be no actual resistance anymore. Letting loose a loud roar of a sigh Vadug shouted. "Da gitz 'ave probably gone to protect dere runty bridge where dere Kaptin iz! Da kowardly grotz!!" To an Ork, being in a ship that had only minutes ago been bustling with targets to shoot up or maim only to now see it deathly silent was intensely frustrating. No pockets of guardsmen greeted them with volleys of their pathetic weapons, nor did a valiant human officer try to act stupid by challenging the greenskinned brutes.<br/><br/>"Well dis is a let down." Vadug commented once more, thinking of a possible place where the Imperial Guards may still be lurking and trying to set up some form of a stronghold and bastion against the boarding greenskins. "Da armoury, or dere barrackz!" The big mek exclaimed a moment latter, remembering that humans insisted on having defined living spaces in their runty little ships. "Come on ladz! We'z got oomanz ta crush!"<br/><br/>Now bolstered on by a level of excitement only the thought of bloodshed could bring, the mob of Orkz sprinted, or rolled in the cases of the Cyborkz with wheels or treads, through numerous corridors. They didn't exactly know where they were going, but by Gork and Mork they were going to find the armoury and barracks. Aside from the heavy, repeated footfalls of running Orkz. The corridors were still silent, no other sound was audible... The Orkz hastily stopped when the sounds of extremely heavy, clanging, footsteps could be heard a short distance away. The corridor they were in led into a much more spacious corridor, where the likes of a Killa Kan could be mostly comfortable to swing it's weapon with wild abandon.<br/><br/>Brief flashes of scarlet red beams could be seen travelling down the wider corridor, from the right to the left. The trails were extremely similar to human weapons, too similar. "Get 'em ladz!" Could be heard from what sounded like a crackling megaphone, however the voice was distinctly that of a grot.<br/><br/>"Ladz, I think da Kanz are 'ere. 'Bout time too da lazy gitz." Vadug commented, readying himself to charge out from the side corridor and into the guard position. From what he could tell they were much closer than the killa kanz, the voices of individual guardsmen could be picked out over the volleys of lasgun fire. "Now ladz...CHARGE!!!" The Big Mek shouted at the very limit of his lungs, and as a great seething sea of green skin and yellow armoured plates the Orkz charged forth into the Imperial Guard position.<br/><br/>"Sir! More Orks!" Came the cry of an Imperial conscript soldier, he couldn't have even been over nineteen, let alone of any real experience, especially when faced when towering slabs of muscle and brute strength that were nigh on directly next to them...and charging.<br/>"Maintain ranks! Target the largest Ork first!" Came the response of a grizzled-looking Imperial Guard sergeant that was brandishing a bloodied chainsword.<br/><br/>The Imperial Guard faltered immediately upon seeing the mass of Orks charging them, now backed up by their killa kan allies. The weight of the charge itself knocked many guardsmen flying several metres before fitting a wall or floor. The melee was a brutal affair, Humans desperately stabbing at Orks with tiny combat knives while the greenskins mercilessly hacked off limbs and tore off heads. Vadug was particularly thrilled about the later, seeing to it that his cyborkz will ever bit as killy as he had wanted them. However, in his fascination a pair of veteran looking guardsmen charged at him, bayonets stabbing at him to little avail as the blades simply slid off of his 'eavy armour.<br/><br/>"Die Xenos scum!" One of them shouted as he tried once again to thrust with his flimsy weapon. The blade doing little but scratch the armour of the Big Mek.<br/>"Why don't you ya git!" Vadug roared back, throwing a devastating uppercut at one of the humans that nearly torn the man's jaw off with a sickening crunch and spray of blood and saliva. The other one was not nearly as lucky, grabbing the human by the neck, the brutish Ork slammed the guard into a nearby wall with murderous intent. He could feel the bones in the man's neck begin to strain under his pressure, but he had a much more...fun idea. One of his monstrous bionic piston arms came level with the human's head, the man had barely any time to realise what was happening before the piston shot forwards...<br/><br/>The man's head literally exploded in a shower of brains, blood, and bone fragments from the seer force of the immense piston. "Git, servez ya right." Vadug mutterd before throwing the corpse at the last few remaining guardsmen, that had huddled together in a tight formation to guard the armoury from the boarders. "Burn ya gitz!" The big mek roared as the wielding arm of his used it's flame-throwing function...to devastating effectiveness. The human armour wasn't designed to withstand this kind of intense heat, and the billowing clouds of oily flame served to turn the remaining guardsmen into burning messes as their flesh melted from scorched bone.<br/><br/>"Wen will day learn dat you can't beat an Ork?!" Vadug exclaimed to the rest of his horde, the humans were slain. All of those that once protected the valuable gubbinz locked away in the armouries of the vessel were now dead, hacked apart by choppas or hideously maimed all the same.<br/><br/>"We'z got lootin' ta do!"