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“Gunna kill him… he’s squishier than da metal boys,” the Ork clearly had a sense of vengeance about him, coming close to the servitor, forcing him back onto the ground. Again, the servitor would feel the chill aim of a shoota at his head, this one pressed more directly against metal and flesh.
Studgrim didn’t feel right about it. Orks were not strictly evil, and the Servitor had probably saved them, not to mention he was helpful. He would grumble, “dat un is da only git ‘ere who can prolly fix da Kaptain…”
The stormboy seemed unamused, his loyalties to the lucky Kaptain face to face with his overt hatred for humans, who had so recently slaughtered so many of his raiding buddies.