Down in the lower decks and bowels of the 'Ramma O' Gork' in the vehicle maintenance bays, Big Mek Vadug had made himself busy by fixing up the numerous vehicles that were stored. On either side, he was flanked by mobs upon mobs of his own personal mek corps 'da spanna boyz' who were all following suite in the repairing of damaged vehicles. Even if they were in the middle of nowhere, it served well to be ready, perhaps some unfortunate would even try to board the ship only to be faced with a literal ocean of Orkz!<br/><br/>"Oi! Fetch us a spanna!" The titanic big mek called from underneath a parked trukk. It'd been having problems since a fairly recent attack but it was close to a full repair. "'Ere" Came the reply from a battered up looking Grot who had been forced to carry over the tool due it's Ork master being occupied with sticking the wires from a Deff Dred back into place. "So ya iz gud for summut den" Vadug replied, his voice little more than a deep menacing growl. But he did take note of the Grot's condition, it'd have been far too long since the boyz had a real scrap and they had resorted to punching out each other's lights with little reason. That was normal, but not on the scale it had been happening as of late. Nothing serious yet though, and Vadug wouldn't pay them to try.<br/><br/>Tightening a few loose and rusted up bolts with the newly acquired spanner, Vadug had managed to fix up the trukk 'gud n' proppa.' However only in time to hear the shouting of a distant Ork. "Boss! Da Kaptin is givin' a speech! Sum gitz 'ave been seen near us!" The excitement in the Ork's voice was obvious, a scrap that warranted a speech from the Kaptin must be a big one indeed. "Right den." Vadug answered, getting out from underneath the fixed trukk, to address his boyz.<br/><br/>"Listun up ya gitz!" He bellowed, his menacing Nob bodyguard standing behind him. "Da boss has called a speech! Now, when I get down from dere, I expect all dis to be workin' proppa! Well, get to it ya grotz!" At that command, da spanna boyz set about fixing up the last of vehicles with newfound enthusiasm. Most of the gits would be actually crewing these vehicles, may as well make sure they work. "Air mekz! Ya know wot to do! Get da fightaz and bommaz ready!" With that last bellowed order, Vadug proceeded over to the elevator that would take him to the deck where the boss was giving his speech, his bodyguard in tow.<br/><br/>Boarding the elevator, the big mek hit the button and awaited to be taken to the right floor. "Wunda wot kind of gitz fink dey iz 'ard enuff to take on us." His towering bodyguard, Moskrar, said to his boss. In his past he had been a commando for his klan, but that was behind him, now he was one of the 'Big unz' a nob. "Probably dem ooman gitz. Dey seem to be everywhere." The big mek answered, but his focus was far more fixed on making sure his powa klaw was all set properly. It'd be a shame if he found it had malfunctioned mid-way through a scrap.<br/><br/>When the two orkz arrived on the Kaptin's speech-giving deck, the pair pushed past a few hordes of boyz to get into a position that befitted them - Fairly close to the boss given that Vadug was his righthand Ork. "Let da boss talk ya gitz!"