Scene #2425: The Denva Ork And Da Damned Greenskins

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Kaptin Bluddflagg	KROOZA 'DAMNED GREENSKINS', FORMERLY 'RED KOMMIT', FORMERLY 'FLASH-IN-DA-PAN', FORMERLY...YOU GET THE IDEA. Ork Kroozas are huge. Now, when the phrase 'huge' comes to mind, it should be noted that this is properly huge. Vast. Labyrinthine. It is less a ship, and more a twisting, warping hive-conglomeration floating in space, roughly the size of (perhaps even bigger than) a city. It is a massive, flying city laden with guns and ramming bits, containing a number of Orks that is better left uncounted but frankly probably numbers in 'staggering'. The vast green monsters are everywhere aboard, smashing each other, occasionally shooting at (and usually missing) each other, blowing each other up...it's a madhouse. An absolute madhouse. But none of them are as big as Kaptin Bluddflagg, as he leads Kyra and whoever decided to come with her through the halls of the Krooza. Without his guidance she probably would've been lost and beaten to death. With his guidance...well, it's pretty clear that nobody messes with Da Kaptin. It's not organization, per se, because Orks don't seem to have real organization, or ranks, or anything like that; despite the Kommand Krew following along (minus Hedake, who had to go lie down for a while on account of dinner), there's no real indication of anybody else having any sort of...of officiation. Of standards. The Orks all seem to know what their jobs are, what they should be doing, and why they should be doing it. And, again, they all seem to know better than to oppose the Kaptin. Then again, that may simply be because he's fourteen feet tall, while most of the rest of them top out around eight. It's hard to oppose somebody who's got six feet on you. The Kaptin and his Kommand Krew lead Kyra down into the bowels of the ship, or up into the heights of the ship - after a while, it's literally impossible to tell. Eventually, the Kaptin gets bored of walking, hijacks a vehicle from a passing Ork, gets everybody to climb into the congealed nonsensium machinery, and just drives along the streets to Ed's room. Even that takes a bit. These ships are really, really, really big. But eventually they come to a stop outsde a room with a bunch of green paint on it, roughly modelled after an Ork face. There's some silver lines on the side of the Ork head. The Kaptin dismounts from the Buggy, walks over, and throws the door open. "OI! YA'Z GOTZ A VISITA!"
Kyra Hyral	The Ork Krooza makes the Rafflesia look comically tiny. Granted, a Starling-class ship isn't very large to begin, roughly the size of a double-decker bus. Boy is she glad she has that ship, though, because Kyra's not all sure how she would have gotten up here if she hadn't. Frantically, she hails the Krooza on all frequencies, giving the Orks ample warning that she was coming so they don't blow her out of space. She can easily spot the massive, massive, massive number of guns on that thing. Maybe Mirielle was right. Maybe this was a TERRIBLE idea. Nevertheless, she is able to land without being shot at and meet with the Kaptin. Hilariously, the size difference in ships seems to be maintained in person between the teenager and the space Ork. She hurries along, large duffle bag clutched closely to her side as she follows the ork, scrambling to match his huge strides. It's some relief when a vehicle is ganked to go the rest of the way. It also gives her a chance to get her camera going so she can record a little bit of this since, honestly, this place looked pretty incredible on the inside. "HEY!" Kyra calls in through the doorway as she passes the threshold into Ed's room. "Hey, we need to talk. We reaaaally need to talk."
Mirielle Edelweiss	It was a spectacularly horrible idea to fly a tiny bus-sized ship into what is, literally, a floating supercity littered with guns and massive, hulking killing machines. And, on their approach, as those guns started to randomly fire at them, Mirielle blanched. "Really. We're going to fly into that? Let me just..." She makes a show of pulling out a piece of paper, scribbling down some numbers, and then showing Kyra... A piece of paper with a drawing of a large gun, a dotted line to a sketch of the Rafflesia, and explosion lines around it. Mirielle is a fair artist. The drawing is underlined twice, and a few meaningless numbers are assorted around the pad. "This is about the odds of us surviving being hit, or in a fight. Just, for your reference." She notes, peeling off the piece of paper and making a show of handing it to Kyra. "You keep that." Then, the broody Calculator would brood and expect the worse until they docked. She was kind enough to not go 'SEE? SEEEEEE?' when they spend a long while getting escorted through an ork-infested madhouse, steal a buggy (more dark looks) and find their way to Ed's room. She very obviously is stock terrified of the Kommand Krew, and tries to give them a wide a berth as possible, which is... Impossible in the buggy. She's, instead, jammed between Nailbrain and Brikkfist, very awkwardly trying not to choke, die, or start exploding with magic and screaming bloody murder. Doing this for Kyra. Doing this for Kyra. Making sure Kyra isn't killed. Just keep up the mantra, Mirielle. "Yes, talking would be good." Chokes the calculator, as she tries to recover from being in a Mek-Nob Sandwitch.
Souji Murasame	Ed rolled off into the night of Denver in style, taking the Death's Head Gang's ultimate mobile fortress and steath assbuster, the MEGAWEAPON, with him. Ed's room is small. 'Spartan' doesn't really quite cover the barrenness of the room, as it contains precisely two things: Ed, and a hammock. Ed looks up as Kyra arrives, his face half-purple, probably from being punched. "Well, about time." He says to the healer and calculator as they walk in. "So. you guys want to talk. I know some things. I know why you're here." He grunts, shifting on the hammock and spreading his hands. "So here we are. Talk to me. I'll tell you what I've got to say. It's not like I have a reason to keep quiet anymore. The gang's been all blown to hell."
Lyria Mason	Lyria Mason is a bit behind Kyra and Mirielle but she's here. Kaptin is a Pirate after all and she has some idea about the art of Parley right? She also was not sure what to think of their welcome but the Kaptin got them undercontrol before their ship took a hit. So here she is she looks to Ed nodding for a moment. "Fair enough we were trying to get all of your hides out." She still intends to go after the Troll it's a bit of a matter of honour for her, but one thing at a time, right?
Kaptin Bluddflagg	The Kaptin taps Kyra on the shoulder. It may be enough to dislocate it. It will certainly be at least a little unpleasant, because the Kaptin is massive, and that finger may be larger than her shoulder, but he's clearly not trying to hurt her. He then coughs into his other hand with a surprising degree of subtlety, holding out his giant hand. "Ye be payin' me first," the Kaptin grunts.
Kyra Hyral	MOMENTS AGO 'I know, I /know/.' Kyra says testily at Mirielle's handy visual aids. Though what fire they do take from the ork Krooza fails to come anywhere NEAR the Rafflesia. She doesn't point that out, though. "Yeah we do." Kyra says, nodding to the other two teenagers that have come with her during the trip through SPACE. "I'll get right to the point. We want to know everything about who set you and your boys up to knock over the domed city on Shiva. An-" Bluddflagg taps her on the shoulder and Kyra tips over sideways onto the floor rather than suffer an accidentally broken shoulder. After she rights herself, she promptly turns to the ork and unzips her duffle bag. "Okay Mirielle, Lyria, give him any of your explosives, grenades, or stuff that goes boom." Kyra first pulls out the FLASH HAT from Dominic, passing it up to the Kaptin with a comparatively tiny hand. She then shows Bluddflagg the rest of the contents of the duffle bag, which appear to be blocks and blocks of white, chalky materials. "Explosives." Kyra explains. "Just add water." The duffle bag is offered next. That done, she turns back to face Ed. "Alright, now where were we-oh yeah, you want something for that?" she points at the bruise on his face.
Souji Murasame	"Hah! Yeah, that's what I thought." Ed replies, and he looks between Kyra, Mirielle, and Lyria as they fork over the goods to Bluddflagg. Looks like he's waiting for the Kaptin to give his go before he talks. From the looks of his face, discipline in the Ork ranks is rough and pointed. "If you can do something about it, I wouldn't mind." He replies to Kyra's offer. It'll take up the time while Bluddflagg figures out if he's been paid enough.
Mirielle Edelweiss	Mirielle looks to Bluddflagg, and very reluctantly pulls out a piece of paper, scribbling down instructions. "Your guns are horribly zeroed and it's no wonder we didn't die when your thugs started taking potshots at us. If you follow these instructions - /precisely/ - maybe you'll hit something the next time you start shooting at it. Also, please don't enact these changes until we leave." She glances at the buggy. "And it looks like you're choking the motor. I'd vent the engine a little more to allow a better air/fuel ratio. Maybe in some stacks?" She shrugs. "I can't make heads or tails of how it works, but if it works like any engine I've ever seen or heard..." She sighs. "Nevermind. You've got your hat, and boomy things. Now, about that information..." She gives a fake-looking smile as her glasses catch the poorly lit hallway and shine out badly. "Not all your crew is dead. One went to ground. One died. One was abducted by the Shivans, and another went with a cyborg killing machine named Darth Vader. Any relation?"
Kaptin Bluddflagg	The Kaptin immediately puts the hat on top of his other hat. The purple beret hangs sideways off his bizarre black-and-white tricorn, feather poking up into the air. It would be almost adorable, were he not a fourteen-foot-tall engine of violence whom the team had personally seen fling a chromed-out van into a spirit after being hit with said van. He adjusts the beret for a moment, staring into a particularly shiny bit of Nailbrain's head, and then nods, digging through the duffle bag excitedly. Brikkfist does the same. Brikkfist eats one of the white cubes. There is no boom. Huh. Nailbrain, meanwhile, takes the instrutions from Mirielle and starts reading them eagerly. Or, well, he pretends to. In actuality, he turns it upside down twice, stares at it, scratches his head, and then shrugs, balls it up, and tosses it into the Kaptin's tricorn. Bluddflagg opens the paper, stares at it for a moment, and then stows it back in the tricorn. Ed may find a lot of misery in his future if he's big on reading.
Kyra Hyral	"Er, wait, I wouldn't put that in your mouth-!" Kyra warns, her eyes widening. OH NO, IF SHE GIBS ONE OF THE KAPTIN'S SECOND IN COMMANDS BY ACCIDENT THEY'RE ALL TOAST-wait. The orc did...not explode. Kyra stares on in wonder for a few moments before leaning over and poking Brikkfist, as if this would somehow fix the problem of him not exploding from coating elemental potassium with his saliva. Nothing. Kyra retreats and turns back to Ed. With little hesitation, she reaches out with a hand, which glows white with her magic, and taps it against the bruise on Ed's cheek, gently slapping him with a cure spell.
Lyria Mason	Lyria Mason waits for the payment ot be handled anbd it seem that everything is in order. She'll passes the Kaptine several grenades and some sort of detpack looking thing. He also nets a pair of bomb arms as well out of the deal. "The Grenades are pull the pin and toss, the last titems are just lob em, and they will go boom. Lots of fire from those too." She notes With payment out of the way now she fades back a bit to listen to what ED has to say.
Souji Murasame	Ed's life is going to be segments of misery and pain interspersed with hilarious violence and occasional bouts of adrenaline and endorphin-fueled murder and drinking binges. As Ork lives go it's probably going to be passable. Ish. "No idea on the Darth Vader guy. Kung Fubar is a sneaky bastard and likes to slip through the sewer systems. You might find him if you can track a path from where the Shack used to be, back to the nearest safehouse. I'll give you the address. Other than that..." He sighs, shaking his head. "Word went out over Shadowland, one of our local contact networks. Said a Johnson was looking for an all-Ork and Troll team to do a hit and run for huge cash." He shakes his head. "Worst mistake of our lives, but that's a more common story than you might think in the Shadows." He goes quiet for a minute, and then continues, "We met the Johnson at a bar. All of these middlemen call themselves Johnson. Anonymous brokers between Runners and the people who hire them. But we met in person. You can't hide a whole lot in person." He pauses, and pulls out a data chip. "Here. Take this. This is a recording of the meeting. If you can ID and trace him back to find him, you can figure out who he brokered the deal from. You guys aren't from Denver, you don't have to give a damn about the corps coming down on your heads for it. Make him squeal like a pig." The cure spell causes the bruise to fade away, and he sighs in relief. "Thanks. That thing hurt."
Kyra Hyral	"Huh. Could be worth it to track him down. Maybe your new friends will take him in...well unless they're ork only." So far, to Kyra, they had seemed Ork Only on this Krooza. "So. Okay, you guys got screwed over. And then..?" She listens as Ed continues, nodding, and taking the chip. "We'll see what we can do. You guys got pulled into some really nasty business. Really nasty."
Lyria Mason	Lyria listens to what Ed has to say as Kyra heals him. He's given them some good informationa nd she's made up her mind on a something she's going to do. She's going to need help but damn it she's going to do it now. "You boys got screw jobbed hard, and thanks for the information we'll put it to use to keel haul the mastermind of this mess if we can." She half expects it's the leader of the Shivans himself. If they cna prove that his army will turn upon itself.
Mirielle Edelweiss	"Statistically unlikely nasty business." Mirielle unhelpfully adds like a particularly creepy female tiny weak more useful C-3P0. "The hint on your friend will help. Divines preserve that poor one who got grabbed by Darth Vader." She mutters, before shrugging. "Is that it, Kyra? Or do you want to ask anything more? I find it rather unlikely we'll get another visit like this, or if it will be useful to do so."
Kaptin Bluddflagg	Brikkfist belches. He doesn't appear to have exploded. Whether this is because he hasn't realized it's explosive, some quirk of Orkish physiology, or some other mysterious nonsense is impossible to say. The entire ship seems to operate under its own rules, after all. Who's to say that's any different. The Kaptin scratches his head, jostling the beret atop the tricorn and the paper stuffed in the tricorn. "'e might not even make it da full week," he offers helpfully, "'e be a zoggin' weird 'un. We be finkin' 'e be a Mekboy, dough."
Kyra Hyral	"Hmm. Your weapons, did they come with the job or did you bring your own, out of curiosity?" Kyra questions, considering Mirielle's points plus the casual observation that Ed isn't going to last the full week. Maybe sending the remaining troll, assuming that they find him, to these guys might not be such a great idea.
Souji Murasame	"We were paid half in advance, half on completion. We mostly used it to gear up. I used my entire share on the MEGAWEAPON, which is probably three times spikier than it was before by now." Ed seems to be handling his fate with a resigned acceptance at the moment, though his eyes are a little wild. "I'll be makin' it work out, Kaptin." Ed says, apparently trying to adopt the hilarious Ork patois despire clearly knowing how to speak normal English. "Uhhh.. Now if'n ya need anythin' else, be comin' back around, the Kaptin will probably keep takin' yer hats. Arr. Yarr." He still sounds pretty resigned.
Kaptin Bluddflagg	"Dat'z zoggin' good ta 'ear," The Kaptin observes with what might be pride in his voice, "We'z gotta get dat wagon uv yaz more Orky dan it already iz." "It be a pretty good one for a first try!" Nailbrain chimes. "Arrr, dat it be," Bluddflagg agrees. "Yaz 'umies can come back wheneva, if ya'z bringin' me more flash gubbinz. Dis Boompowdah be a good start, dough."
Kyra Hyral	"Damn. Well, so much for that going somewhere. But thanks for the chip. I know some people that could help bust a Johnson. Off-world folks that don't have to follow the rules." Kyra grins, then looks over to the Kaptin, taking a moment to process just what he said through that THICK ACCENT. "We promise to bring hats if we ever visit again."