As  shade's dragon form roars, the rear door of the Orkish ship springs off with a large hobnail bootprint on it showing that  it was kicked off. The ork- a female, which is unheard of. It's believed that Orks reproduce with spores, though the 3-ft-wide, 8ft-tall figure who stands on the lip of the the transport's door apparently disproves this theory.<br/><br/>She's wearing calf-length brown leather boots, rough blue jeans, and crudely-made bodyarmour made of steel strips that form a corset-like structure, with leather strips providing flexibility. The steel plates have been chromed, giving an odd, Valkyrie-like effect on the massive creature, though the huge, curved plates of metal that form her shoulder-guards disrupt this effect, especially considering the red paint job and four 5" spikes that protrude from them. Her arms are uncovered, save for her crude, tanned leather gloves of the kind motorcyclists wear.<br/><br/>Her skin is a dark green- suggesting she's high-ranked in her Clan or Tribe- and she has a glowing red bionic eye. Muscles ripple under her skin as she looks around and pops her right arm back into place.<br/><br/>She looks down at Michael, then Shade, then the ork laughs, reaching inside her ship and pulling out a huge machine gun. She roars back at the dragon as she jumps down, bracing the thing against her shoulder and planting her feet firmly.<br/><br/>"Oi, scaly." she growls. "Back off or Mugsnaga Morgrub'z gonna have to bring on da hurt!"