Two Hands would have laughed, in the strange and unsettling manner of a mad man, had the long line of gangers and other riffraff not been watched by one of the Guard's Commissars and handful of arbitrators. Never once, in the past seven years, would he had thought that he'd be standing before a judge and get deputize of all things. He had always expect, that should the arbitrators manage to take him alive or decided they wanted to and dragged him before judge, that he would end up on a firing line or sentenced to a penal world, if the judge was feeling lenient. But now, in the middle of a whirlwind of chaos from an Ork invasion, he was being deputize, along with scores of others of his kind.<br/><br/>There was tension in the air, more then what could be expected with a horde of green xenos waiting outside the walls. Old loyalties remained, even now that most of the gangs had been destroyed, in the fighting for the underhive. Survivors shot guarded looks at former blood feud enemies, hands caressing what weapons they had, in promises to see vengeance before the orks killed them all. Then they traded glares with the arbitrators, each side remembering dead comrades and brothers, who had been made examples of, outside of this very courthouse or fallen in ambush in the dark tunnels. True enough, they could fight together and had set aside their natural battle in the face of an inhuman foe but old hatreds die hard.<br/><br/>Two Hands took the shotgun, as the old judge handed it over and stepped away, letting the next man take a weapon. He already had a bandolier slung over his shoulder, the leather loops filled with shells, an odd mix of solid slugs and far less useful, scatter shot. He had also filled the many pockets of his pants with extra shells, as well as as many spare magazines as he could get a hold of, for his pistols. When he had staggered in a few days ago, he had been out of ammunition and a knife, no matter how good it was, was a poor weapon to use against orks. Like many others though, he stuck around in the armory, trying to get more shells, until a guardsman came running in, calling for as many armed men as there were, to hurry to the courtroom. It was in a slightly panicked rush, that the gangers had raced to the courtroom, believing that the greenskins had finally broken in, only to find that the walls still held and what was really need, was men to move sandbags.<br/><br/>It could be said, that they gangers and especially the former Blue Knife, were not pleased with having rushed here, just to stack things. However, they found it wiser not to grumble too loudly or turn back to find the sergeant who had caused their running, as sharp eyes commissars prowled among the guardsmen (and now the attached militia). Jacky fashioned a crude sling for his gun, not wanted to put it down, only to find someone had snatched the weapon, when he needed it, before slipping into the group. Several sandbags later, he found himself standing next to a guardsman, when one of the murdering devils approached and leveled a bolt pistol at them. And it could be fair to say, that the pistol was more aimed at the tattooed covered ganger, then the good guardsmen.<br/><br/>For a moment, Two Hands considered going for his pistols, which were tucked into his belt. He was one of the fastest draws in the tunnels and close quarter surprises were daily things for him. There was a good chance he could get the drop on this man but then again, Commissars had to watch their backs every minute of every day and there were several of them in this very room. Being very careful to took his hands away from the stubguns, he nodded, glancing towards the so called woman, all covered in bandages and a robe and then over at the powerful looking man. He didn't like it, being pushed around like that and for what looked like a last quickie for some Inquisitor but it was better to die in a few minutes, rather then right now. Rolling his shoulder to adjust the shotgun, he stalked over towards the woman, not really caring if the guardsman was with him or not.<br/><br/>"Hey you" he spat, reaching out and grabbing the woman's sleeve, "Come here!"