With the brute down and the rest of the hive forces shot, cut and burnt to cinders, Gaz ran to the corpse of the hulking monster. Opening his claw all the way he placed it around the creatures neck. With a satisfying crunch and pop the beasts head separated from it's body, but to Gaz's enjoyment.
"That's goin' on ma' shelf!" He turned and held it up joyfully for his two comrades to see before fastening it to his armour.
As the 'umie talked absolute gobbledygook Gaz imagined the perfect placement for his latest trophy. He felt a bit of a cheat given that it was a team effort to bring it down but that didn't mean that it wasn't worth placement with his other collectibles. It just wouldn't have a place on his
special shelf, a place reserved for the most difficult of foes Gaz had to go up against. At present he had three trophies alone on it. A giant tooth from a death mawler, a battleship sized worm inhabiting the dunes of a distant planet; the head of a Bolthorion Battle Droid, an now outlawed AI based robot with more guns than Gaz and his crew combined. Finally in the centre of the shelf rested the middle finger of his former clan leader. After years of subservience Gaz had enough and challenged the leader to a fight. The leader proceeded to swear at Gaz in the human style of showing the middle finger, in the process Gaz gutted him and chopped off his finger for good measure.
When he finished reminiscing Gaz found himself with the others in the mess hall. As Cyne opened his mouth to speak Gaz already began sprinting to a nearby vending machine. He patted at his armour as if they had pockets, realising he had no change to operate the machine. His face became one of pure sadness, a lone tear slowly falling down his cheek. Then looking at the floor he spotted a severed human hand. He reached down to pick it up, the blood around it's wrist now dry. For a moment he stared at it before launching it through the glass of the machine. Sadness had made way for joy as he began to tear through the variety of snacks on offer. With a mouthful of food he turned to speak to Cyne and Gerad,
"W.o w..ts s.me?" The inaudible sound was soon drowned out by gunfire as mercenaries burst into the room. An energy bolt whizzed passed Gaz closer than he would have liked. He raised the bar of chocolate in his hand to his mouth but as it came into view he could see that there was nothing left but the melted remains of his treat.
"That's it! Now i'm mad you gitz!" With minimal effort Gaz lifted the vending machine above his head and launched it across the room, crushing two mercenaries beneath it's weight.
"Nobody takes my snacks!" In a fit of rage Gaz closed the distance to the mercs drawing his chain choppa in the process. Cyne and Gerad had already began opening fire on the intruders when Gaz split his first one from head to toe. His green blood coated armour started to receive a fresh coat of crimson blood as he began to carve his way through the enemies. Limbs and gore sprayed wildly in all directions and Gaz let out a continous roar of pure rage. Amongst the roar was the occassional shouting of
"SNACKS!". By time the trio had dealt with all that stood before them, Gaz found himself knee deep in body parts and caked in another layer of blood.
