Snaga checks her pistol, then walks to where she dropped her big machine gun (thankfully undamaged from her ship's explosion) and hefts it. Like all Orkish technology, it's crudely made, but functional, with two 1" calibre barrels and dangling belts of ammunition. The ork readies both barrels and  grins<br/><br/>"Well woteva 'appenz, we'z gonna be prepared."