"Wiv all dis loot we'z...well, lootin', perhaps da boyz can cobble together more trukkz for da Kaptin. Givn' how many gitz we've got, more trukkz are always useful." Vadug muttered to himself and Moskrar as he and his towering, brutish accomplice clanked down the eerily silent corridors of the Imperial Navy ship. Nothing remained of any resistance at all, the few less than fortunate survivors were nothing more than a comparison to a snivelling Gretchin by now. "Too bad deez gitz didn't fight back gud enuff." Vadug added, stepping on the severed leg of an Imperial Guardsman, cracking the bone with a sickening crunch of bone grinding, and a squelch of ripped flesh as bone fragments cut into the tissues near them.<br/><br/>"At least I gotz myself a new trofy, from one a dem Commisaz or whatever da oomanz call 'em. Git had da gutz to try n' challenge me! Zoggin' looniez sum of deez gitz." Moskrar said to his Big Mek charge to his right, his voice little else than a rough growl through his blood-stained tusks and scarred maw.<br/><br/>The pair marched along the almost ghostly corridors for another few minutes before finding the exits back to the Ramma O' Gork, it was perhaps by sheer luck given how neither of them truly knew where they were going in the human vessel. "Come on. Da boyz will 'ave already gotten on-board da Ramma. Mek Grimskul would 'ave knocked in any 'eadz if need be."