Stealth was, many would agree, quite possibly the only asset the ratlings had. Add to her natural small size the experience gained in the Imperial Guard and in her other activities, and Becca was more than able to avoid sight, even in the tight confines she now found herself in.<br/><br/>While the Guard had been an excellent place to begin her dabblings and a source of humans to slowly corrupt, the ork invasion had derailed those plans quite thoroughly, and Becca had needed some time to sit back and begin planning again.<br/>Obviously, the Guard was out of the question now. Attempting toregroup with what little forces remained would simply result in her death, and she had no interest in dying in the service of a human corpse light years away. The orks themselves were more a force of nature than a group of beings who could be negotiated with or tempted, and now that they had firmly entrenched themselves on this planet, the whole place was unsuitable for her. Clearly, the best immediate plan was flight, using the chaos before the orks completely secured the planet to leave with whatever she could get her hands on on the way out.<br/>Her assets, for the moment, were low. A bunker full of useless humans, and her weapons. Still, perhaps she could convince the humans to throw themselves at the orks to distract them while she left.<br/><br/>Or, perhaps, some of them were more useful than they first appeared.<br/>The ratling watched silently, little more than a tiny shadow in the corner as one of the humans stood and bean talking to a red-robed figure who seemed just a little too innocuous. Absently, she licked her lips, frowning slightly at the faint metallic taste on them.