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[Little]

"Okay! Just hand me my jeans and my jacket, if you can find it!"

[Luke_Prowler]

Luke heard Deadly's problem and wonder where he could possibly help. Of course, the marine was not very well trained in 'helping people', but he knew one way. He moved to the door leading out side, opened it wide, and yelled: "WARBOSS GRANSNAM IS THE STUPIDEST, UGLIEST, AND WEAKEST SNOTLING THIS SIDE OF THE UNIVERSE!" At first, there was nothing. But then there was a rumbling, growing in volume, until it was the only thing heard.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHH!!!"

"Work everytime" Luke said with a smile. Suddenly, the biggest Ork ypu ever saw walked into the doorway, mad as hell.

"Which one of you 'oomies said dat!" the Warboss roared. Luke then kindly pointed towards the Arena doors. the Ork stomped forward, pushing past the other to his unknown doom. Luke looked back outside to see the carnage the ork left.

"well Strife, at least you don't have to worry about the zombies"

[deadlycairn]

The Ork Warboss charges into the arena doors, and looks around, his tiny brain trying to process his surroundings

"What? Dere be no 'oomies 'ere!"

And that was the last thing he thought, as a piece of the roof detached itself and swung down, behind the Ork, gaping mouth dripping saliva, talons extended and reaching out for the vulnerable neck...

SNAP! HISS! SHRIEK!
Sounds of some creature feeding can be faintly heard from the arena...

[WorkerDrone]

"...Don't Warbosses always bring their Boyz? Oh fuck."

WorkerDrone shoved past Luke, grasping at his own short hair. "FUCK!"

A horde of rambunctious and rowdy Greenskins were ALL OVER the place, ripping up gun batteries, tearing apart gun nests, stomping on flower beds, eating the local birds...

"NO NO NO! OUT! OUT OUT OUT OUT!" WorkerDrone proceeds to try and chase countless Orks out of the Fortress without much luck.

"LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO THIS PLACE! "Green iz best" ALL over the walls! "Red ones go fasta" in blood on the ground?! THIS IS HORRIBLE!"

[deadlycairn]

And with a shriek, Deadly charges out of the arena. About as large as tiger, he is vaguely canine shaped, with an elongated snout and slits for nostrils. His skin is a dull green, the same as the trim on his robe, and armored with tough scales. A long tale drags behind him, ending in a sharp pint. Finally, his feet end in sharp talons, currently dripping with the blood of the slain warboss. Hissing, Deadly pounces on and disembowels the nearest orc, before leaping to the next one, climbing over any obstacles with gravity-defying speed. Soon, he is amonst the orcs, killing as many as possible with teeth, talons and tail.

[Gunner-Chan]

Sofia tosses the pair of Jeans down the hatch.

"Okay, ill go look for your jacket and some panties then!"

[WorkerDrone]

"NO! NOT THAT! THAT'S EVEN WORSE! Ooooh DAMN IT! YOUR GETTING SPORES AND BLOOD ON EVERYTHING! OH GOD-EMPEROR!"

[Gunner-Chan]

Sofia notices the chaos starting to unfold.

"Uhh... What the hell is going on here?"

[Little]

Little looks up at Sof.

"Wanna come down into the Panic Room until the fighting is over?"

[deadlycairn]

"Sssporesss?"

Slowly, the Deadly stops feeding on the slain Orks, and turns back into his human form. It isn't pretty, but once it's over he's back, still in the same (curiously undamaged) tunic, and with blood still dripping from his hands and mouth

"What spores? And for that matter, what are these creatures? Agh! My head - the Orders ain't gonna be pleased with me, if they ever find out."

[Gunner-Chan]

Sofia pulls the bottle of whiskey from her back pocket and takes a long drink from it.

"Ah... Gonna be one of those nights it looks like..."

[Luke_Prowler]

One might ask where Luke was while the Boyz were running amuk. He was on the floor, looking like he was trampled by a warband. Which, incidently, did happened. Luke could not describe what the smell of the bottom of an Ork's foot is, but he can easily say that he would not curse it on his worst enemy (unless it's a tyranid, but that's a different situation altogether).

"That did not work out as much as I hoped"

[WorkerDrone]

"..."

"TELL ME YOU DID NOT JUST EAT THOSE ORKS."

WorkerDrone stares at the man before him in utter horror.

"You...ARE GOING TO DIE."

"DIE."

WorkerDrone notices the strange looks he's getting and the awkward silence he's caused.

"Do you know how stupid that was?! You could...EXPLODE! Or, get your mind taken over by the sheer ORKYness of it all, or WORSE!...You could turn into an ORK!"

[Gunner-Chan]

"So uhh... WorkerDrone. Should I just put him out of his misery?"

Sofia holds up the chain connected to her collar as if to choke someone with it.

[WorkerDrone]

"I..eh...bu...I need...to be held. Seriously, I'm in shock here."