Bigbitz replied to Enoch, pointing down through the floor of the ship, "Gutuzga's who you owe da pleasha to. E's the reason I'm 'ere in da firs' place."
Bigbitz was more than a little uncomfortable around him. He couldn't put his finger on why, but despite Enoch's apparent positivity, something just felt wrong about him. Bigbitz dismissed the feeling. He had heard about Eldar, but he'd never actually seen one up close.
Scant moments passed, before he saw Alpha pull himself aboard. He regarded him nonchalantly, snorting in something between derision and dismissal at Alpha's comments. He'd heard the word "barbaric" before, and had come to accept it as a compliment, though he knew it wasn't one. "Fanks for da good word, pinkie," he sneered.
But if Bigbitz had gotten bad mojo from Enoch, it was minor compared to the feeling of unease that accompanied his next companion. He had seen Dark Eldar before- His lone vessel was ripe for plunder by space pirates, which is what he knew Dark Eldar basically were. They had attacked him at one point, but he fought back the boarding party nearly single handed and his Weirdboy managed to navigate them into a warp rift. He disliked the idea of running, but he had decided not to die before Gituzga. He knew Dark Eldar were crafty and, above all else, cold-blooded killers. He watched Trazmir's macabre display with a mixture of unease and interest, like watching a wonderfully terrible bike accident that erupts into a final fireball, and disregarded that feeling of unease as well. These non-greens had nothing he couldn't handle.
Finally, a wave of sweet scent washed over him. Turning to the door, another human stepped aboard. Wondering exactly how many others he'd have to share the craft with, he eyed her- Another "Wumin", as they called them, the breeding members of their species. At least, thats how he thought it worked. He couldn't fathom the idea of having to set time aside just to make more humans. Orks just kind of were, and when Orks died, more came up somewhere else. They didn't have to make it happen. But the sweet perfumes were almost enough to make Bigbitz sick.
He turned to bark orders at his waiting Nobz, partly to make sure their jobs got done, partly to get some fresh air, and partly because he just felt like yelling at something, "Ey, Boyz, get dem koptaz loaded on da otha ship. You know what one da Umie's wanted us to use, so git to it. An' stick wif 'em. I don't want no pinkies messin wif our fingz."
They all grunted in acknowledgment, except his Weidboy, who seemed to be way too calm for any greenie to ever be for some reason. Bigbitz was sure he wasn't doing this before Sabbatine arrived.
"Ey! Wake up, ya grot!" Bigbitz snarled, and knocked him on the head with his metallic arm. The weirdboy snapped out of it, and looking at Sabbatine with curiosity laced with overt superstition, followed the others to get the Koptas onto a nearby transport.
Last edited by Iron Angel; 08-19-09 at 10:24 PM.