There was nothing quite as satisfying as breaking down the human technology, it was surely all too flimsy to be of any real use on a ship like this. A few shots from the Ramma's Kannons and they'd have probably exploded into a massive fireball, and engulfed the guardsmen that had tried a desperate defence against the rampaging Orkz. Inside the engine room there had been a lone human mez boy left over, but he was soon torn limb from limb by a particularly savage looking Cybork with large metallic talons in place of fingernails. All around the Bik Mek, he's Spanna Boyz were working furiously to sever key systems and disable the engines without blowing them all into small bloody chunks. Grotz fiddled with wiring in hard to reach places, and Orkz dismantled consoles into dozens of pieces. Even if the engines weren't fully disabled, no human would have the time to fix all this before the Orkz killed them off, and made off with all their loot.<br/><br/>Vadug himself had the dangerous task of seeing to the human ship's fuel supply. One wrong spark around the liquid when it wasn't safely contained would likely detonate the whole lower half of the vessel and some of the Ram with it. "Hmm.... Dat'd work." Vadug muttered to himself. Taking parts of the human vessel would be netter than just leaving them, it was obvious enough but taking the fuel would take time and a lot of it. Looking to a group of grots he said to them. "You lot! When we'z done 'ere I want you to fetch da bitz needed to take dis 'ere fuel. Da oomanz wont need it soon enuff." A small toothy grin emerged on Vadug's face at the last remark, indeed these humans wouldn't need any of this equipment soon enough.<br/><br/>Returning back to his work, Vadug went over to a small console that was seemingly fashioned purely from gold, and other precious metals. "Must take de'z oomanz forever to get enuff teef for dis." He muttered once again, not entirely sure why the humans would need such flashy gubbinz on something that wasn't a shoota or choppa. "Dis is mine. Sell it to sum gitz fer some teef." Vadug thought to himself, using his power klaw to separate the console from the floor, and placing it in the large backpack that he normally used to store spare bits or scrap that'd be useful on a battlefield.<br/><br/>"Boss! We'z founds it!" Came the shrill cry of a pair of gretchin that were pointed an emergency off switch of sorts. It was flanked with massive panels of silver, and emblazed with the human aquillia - the eagle - in gold. The smaller of the pair was trying, in vain, to wrest the switch down, placing all the meagre strength his runty body could handle. Swiftly annoyed, Vadug walked to the switch and pulled it down with one motion, slapping the Gretchin as he did and sending it flying into the corpse of the human mek boy.<br/><br/>"Ay! Dere'z gubbinz 'ere!" Came the shout of the struck grot, who must have survived the blow only due to landing on the fleshy parts of the tech priest. Vadug merely growled at the creature, causing it to burrow into the priests robes in a search for anything it could sell to it's larger masters.<br/><br/>The engines stuttered momentarily before stopping, the last droplets of fuel that were being used before the supply was cut by the use of the emergency stop having been used up. There was now no way at all for the last human survivors on the ship to escape, the Kaptin had probably dealt with the human Kaptin. All that remained was to kill the last stragglers and take all the loot! "Come on ladz! We'z got some oomanz to kill, and sum loot to claim!"