[b]Arragoz Plizgin - 'Ome Base[/b]

Having thoroughly sated his hunger for the time being, the Greenskin attentions were turned to another matter. Said matter was his supply of explosives, the more 'organic' varieties in particular. While most Stikkbombs could be slapped together with some readily available materials, Buzzbombs and the like required gubbinz that had to be grown or bred, rather than found. However, the emergence of lesser Orkoids in the bunker had provided exactly what the Kommando needed. Leaving his now empty plate and mug, Arragoz returned to the kitchen, withdrawing a rectangular object from his pack as he walked over. Grabbing the first Gretchin in sight, the Ork handed the object to him, said 'You'z gonna be needin' dis," and plodded off.

The object just so happened to be a book, bound in incredibly thick squig-hide. Upon its pages were scribbled several Orkish glyphs, a written language that bore a vague resemblance to Egyptian Hieroglyphics. Of course, the runes were far more crude, and due to being written in the Blood Axe dialect, completely illegible to all but the aforementioned Greenskin clan, and the insane. For those that could read it, it provided a surprisingly comprehensive guide to raising and harvesting the various Squigs and Fungi needed to manufacture the more specialized ordinance employed by the Green Tide. Arragoz himself had written it, after nicking the designs off another Ork, something he was incredibly proud of.

With that out of the way, the Kommando decided to pay Da Boss a visit. He'd never met 'im face-to-face, and the Ork could use another mission to pass the time. "'E must be proppa 'Uge, wot wiff all da gitz workin unda 'im. Prolly as big as Ol' Ghazghkull 'imself, or maybe even bigga." Little did the Greenskin know that he was setting himself up for one of the biggest disappointments in his lifetime.