Anyone listening closely would be able to hear the echos of four men speaking, and arguing, with one another, the sounds of their voices growing slightly with each moment as they closed the distance.<br/><br/>"I still say you should have let me take Weer's shotgun."<br/><br/>"And what would you have done when it ran out of ammo Hans? Spit at the Orks?"<br/><br/>"Ok, so what do we do now?"<br/><br/>"I say we head in the opposite direction of the greenskins."<br/><br/>"The starport is in the direction of the greenskin's, Lambert. If we head away from them we head away from our only way off the planet. What we need is a way to the starport and th..."<br/><br/>As quickly as they had become audible the voices faded away, their owners having spotted something that caused them to go quiet. Replaced by the sound of slow footfalls, from the shadows Orin slowly stepped out. His eyes darting from one person to the next. Despite the logical choice being to assume them to be hostile Orin couldn't help but feel he and the men following him and found fellow devotees of Chaos. It was as if a small voice inside him whispered it to him. Without questioning in Orin continued towards them.<br/><br/>"You looking to get off planet too?" he asked