03-09-2015, 06:10 PM
Oh Bluddflagg had good, proper training alright, that was for sure. Of course, Ork training barely qualified as it. Ork training came in the form of fighting, killing and looting, and the bigger the Ork the older, tougher, and more experienced they were. Bluddflagg himself had been looting and raiding planets across a small swathe of his home galaxy, and now even had the privilege of stating that he'd brought down a newly risen Daemon Prince under his belt, with the help of his boyz of course! A lot of humies though tended to recoil or back away, and those that didn't weren't too different from Orks in their past times and likes. This Thor fellow was a strange case. He spoke all right and proper like that blasted inquisitor, and yet didn't seem to mind traveling and even talking with an Ork at all! He was even offering to share a drink with Bluddflagg! It was a very unusual situation for the Ork, but not an unpleasant one. It was...interesting to speak with a humie like this, and besides, they were both on the same Rok together here, trapped in this Naff void by those pansy Eldar. Strange that no others of them had shown up though, maybe they'd given up.
Either way, Bluddflagg just kept walking with a nod to the statement, minutes ticking by, slowly winding further past an hour...and Bluddflagg was starting to feel a bit better. He was still blackened and burned, but his cracks had closed up, no longer bleeding, and there were only a few lines of red visible on the blackened torso of the Ork. Still a long while before he was at full fighting strength again, but much better...and then his red eye spotted the distant gate. "Ah? Wot's that..." He leaned forward a bit more, red eye narrowing to focus, he saw swirling lights...in some kind of arch. "Dat must be dem pansies tellyporta! C'mon Thor, let's get through it afore they close it on us!" Bluddflagg stated, picking up the pace, managing to go into a lurching jog at least. It hurt, but not as much as earlier, and the prospect of being able to get out and somehow contact his Spacey Hulk and crew was enough to offset it!
Either way, Bluddflagg just kept walking with a nod to the statement, minutes ticking by, slowly winding further past an hour...and Bluddflagg was starting to feel a bit better. He was still blackened and burned, but his cracks had closed up, no longer bleeding, and there were only a few lines of red visible on the blackened torso of the Ork. Still a long while before he was at full fighting strength again, but much better...and then his red eye spotted the distant gate. "Ah? Wot's that..." He leaned forward a bit more, red eye narrowing to focus, he saw swirling lights...in some kind of arch. "Dat must be dem pansies tellyporta! C'mon Thor, let's get through it afore they close it on us!" Bluddflagg stated, picking up the pace, managing to go into a lurching jog at least. It hurt, but not as much as earlier, and the prospect of being able to get out and somehow contact his Spacey Hulk and crew was enough to offset it!