"Oi, Gitsmasha! 'Ere, have dis hat. You'z in charge while I'm gone." You toss him the commisar cap, keeping the commisar cape for yourself. "And take dese teef."
You tell him what to buy from what parts of the tribe that isn't a smoldering pile of ash. Meanwhile, you make your way norf to where the new orks are residing.
The camp they're residing in is surprisingly well-hidden. You probably couldn't have found it if one of the Blood Axes hadn't shown you the way. Their base is a subterranean network of tunnels, lit looted lights and torches. A lot of orks are piling crate upon crate of ammunition. Some mekboys are busy working on some thing under a big cover. There are a lot of shootas here. You could probably buy something if you hadn't given all your teef to Gitsmasha.
You are taken to a particularly dark room with a table in the center. On it is a map with a dagger stuck in. Some sort of Kommando is reading it intently. Without looking up at you he orders you to come closer.
"I can't see ya, so gimme yer hand."
"If you can't see, why da zog are ya reading a map?"
"Wherever dis here dagger lands, I know exactly how to get dere. I know what's in dere, who's in dere, hidden or not." He looks up. His eye sockets are empty. "Da name's Dagger."
"I heard what you did wif our planted boss. Shame. He was close to finishing his mission too."
"He was wif you? When did he switch sides?"
"He was always wif us. My boyz have been here for more than 40 years, believe it or not. I planted fake bosses on all da tribes here."
"Why?"
"You ask questions. Dat's good. But secrets are meant ta be secrets." He picks up the dagger and throws it at you. It lands square in your shoulder. You try in vain to pull it out. "You'z pretty big. And cunning." He cleanly takes the dagger out. "Tell ya what, you'z be one of my planted bosses, and I let ya rule yer tribe however you like. Deal?"
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