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    "AAAAHHHH!" 'Eavy yelled as he was tossed aside. "IZ WILL GET YOU YA BIG SQUIQ LUVAH!!!!" 'Eavy Metal dug his ruined 'Powah Klaw' into the ground to lessen his momentum from the attack. "Letz see 'ow ya get along wif diz.." 'Eavy says as he pulls a poorly made microphone out of the side of his speaker, holding it to his mouth he yells his warcry once more, as loud as his lungs could ever hope to achieve "WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!". The speakers fall silent for a moment before adding this deafening bellow to the already insane explosion of noise bursting from the speaker. The sounds begin having a physical affect, pushing things out of the way, anything from leaves to bushes were thrown out of the sounds direct path at the beast. While the noise was nowhere near enough to hurt the creature physically, it would be much more irritating.

    Hatchet broke another bar off the cage and moved to the next to begin the process all over again, without even acknowledging the hyaenodon's presence, determination etched on his features. Hook walked behind the massive terrestrial bird, looking over his shoulder ever couple seconds to make sure there were no unwanted visitors.

    "WUT!? YOUZ FINKZ YOU KAN RUN?!" 'Eavy yells, as he walks as fast as he can, due to the pressure of the sound's physical recoil pushing on him. "I IZ GUNNA KEEL YA AN WEAR YER HEAD LIKE A HAT!!!" The ork yells as he makes with all the speed he can muster towards the retreating creature, 'Powah Klaw' raised

    'Eavy Metal growls at katara "orks, nevah run from a fight...." he says as he shuts off his speakers, then he looks at the avatar and growls, almost a smile on his face "I saw a fight, I just couldn't resist da kall ta war..." the 'Nob' laughed "... but, yer gits wrecked me gear... first gud fight in a while, so I guess I should fank ya fer da opportunity ta fight, even wifout me boyz." he says as if this was traditional every where and that they should grasp the meaning.

    'Eavy metal turns around to see the transformer and his jaw drops, "dat dere iz a lot of dakka....." he says he then shakes his head and turns back to the giant tentacle monster and mutters to himself "Ill have ta get a mekboy ta get me one of dem shootas..."

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    Red Axe
    Basics
    Name: Red Axe
    Nicknames: Red
    Gender: male
    Age:Unknown
    On the Inside
    Three word Bio: Savage, big, happy
    Personality: Red Axe is an ork "nob" or commander, as an ork, English is a tough second language. out of battle like many orks, Red is a good drinking buddy because well, who wants to fight with a 8 foot tall hunk of muscle and metal, and is generally a happy creature. In a fight, the story is much different, Red Axe will enjoy fights laughing and taunting, until it gets real then you have a bionic enhanced raging monster charging at you, who never thought things through much in the first place, just don't get stuck on the wrong side of any weapon of his
    Goals:"Orkz Waz made fer fightin' an' winning!"
    Fears: he won't die in glorious battle against a worthy foe.
    Family: no one meaningful
    On the Outside
    Casual Appearance: "casual? wutz dat?
    Body modifications: Robotic arm and eye replacements
    Permanent Wounds: a lost arm and eye...
    Powers
    Source 1:w40k
    Details: Orks are known to have incredible healing rates, nothing that makes them invulnerable but can heal slashes given time (depending on severity it could only take a couple of minutes)
    Source 2:w40k
    Details: Larger Orks (such as Nobz and warbosses) have thick skin that can easily stop most kinds of gun fire and depending on intensity is mildly fireproof
    Source 3: w40k
    Details: Due to genetic manipulation by their long extinct creators, Orks have odd instincts, such as the race-wide war cry of "WAAAGH!" which tends to make orks fight to their complete limits, which is very dangerous for anyone fighting Red
    Weaknesses: As stated earlier, Red tends not to think things through, and will charge headlong into combat, literally.
    You
    Username: Dinorockin
    Nickname: Dino
    Muse: I'm sorry but... "WAAAGH!" (Things Warhammer 40k (including the Orks))
    Plot Ideas: might bring in my favorite Ork character later on...
    Questions?:Will there be an opportunity for bringing in other characters later on? or will it be a "whenever you feel like it"?

    "well, since you two iz gunna spend yer time bickerin' like grotz..." 'Eavy says as he snatchs 'Da Tank Krumpa' back from katara and begins walking away "I finks Iz gunna find a way to get sum of me boyz ta.... where ever we iz..." then after a moment of consideration "an' maybe loot sum good gubbinz to repair me bitz" he laughs

    (so can I control some humans so there is a reason to rush Hatchet, so he doesn't spend a year trying to free every thing? also, is this lab under or above ground?)


    Hatchet consistently glances back at the sabre cat, every time he does so, the urge to lunge at the feline arises. Ignoring the instinctual predatory instincts as he begins working on the next cage. Hook looks around behind Hatchet, looking out for any sign something is amiss.

    Red Axe threw back yet another mug of alcohol "still miss me sqiug pies..." he mutters before lifting his chainaxe up on the table, the weapon was nearly Red's height. The Ork nob went about polishing his weapon. Remembering his last fight, Red shakes his head whilst smiling "guess 'Umies dunt know 'ow ta fight real propa" the 'Nob' says to himself, recalling his human opponent who had tried to deceive him through 'magikz' but ended up losing limbs for that mistake. The ork then begins overhear somebody talking, seemingly to themselves, looking over, Red sees a man and a.... blue thing... sitting at a table. Red had never seen such an odd creature, but slowly the Ork returns to rubbing the dried blood from his chainaxe. but with his interest peaked he would look back at the table occasionally to make sure the blue thing wasn't about to summon demons, or devour worlds, or bring an army of genetically enhanced... Red axe laughs to himself, reminding himself that he was no longer in his universe, without his warband to back him up.

    Three guards turn a corner to see the four escaped subjects they immediately take aim with some tranquilizer guns, although not up to the task of taking out animals of Hatchet's caliber they could defiantly slow the rest of them down considerably.


    Hook screeches out a warning call, then takes to the limited airspace to close the gap with the guards. Hatchet looks up at the sound of his fellow and begins to make his way for the doors at the far end of the hall, the massive terrestrial bird was built for this high speed and long distance. Hatchet looks behind him at the mammals urging them to make a break for it.

    'Eavy looks down at viper and tilts his head "wutz a kow?" he asks, legitimately confused then he sees a hat on the ground, but not just any hat, a pirate hat "ooh.... datz a real fancy hat..." 'Eavy metal says as he puts it on his head smiling. "Ill have to put da jolly ork on da front latah..." The nob says thoughtfully.

    Hook slammed down onto a guard and started eating the man, he was tired of this place and wasn't going to take chances. Hatchet grabbed the sabre in his beak, resisting the urge to crush the big cat, rather he ran a safe distance away from the doors they exited and let the big cat slide out of his mouth, great, now he was going to have to deal with all this cat fur. By this point Hook hopped out of the doors, a small amount of blood dribbling out of his beak and feeling mildly drowsy due to a few half injected tranqs.

    'Eavy looked down at his armor and 'Powah Klaw' growling he went to try and find some materials he could use to repair his gear. The ork begins muttering "if Sir rundsund waz 'ere I wouldn't 'ave to be sorting through all diz 'Umie trash fer spare partz... I need to get sum boyz 'ere, some 'ow."

    Hatchet looked down at the avian dinosaur with curiosity. Hook simply glanced at the creature before taking to the air and calling out to the escapees below, trying to lead them away from the human facility. Hatchet looked up at the Argentavis and began a slow sprint so the other animals could keep pace. Hatchet realized at that moment that he hadn't been fed yet, and resolved to take the next chance to eat.

    "oh, diz one soundz like an' Ork I used ta know..." Red laughs cheerily "I'll be sure ta watch your next match 'Umie." The Red Axe looked at Luke before turning back to a refilled mug of alcohol "As Gork said, 'If yaz gunna fight, make da other git know it!'" the ork laughs, quoting one of his twin gods. Red downs his mug once more in a single gulp. suddenly the 'Nobz' eyes go wide "wait whyz I da only zoggin' ork here?! where da zog haz da rest of me band gone?!" Red realized as he and slammed his fist on the table. "bet da runtz didn't make it past da first area fight..."

    Hatchet walked through another pair of doors meet the next challenge.Stairs. Hatchet's massive feet were simply too big to get up the stairs easily. The terror bird let out a hiss as he slowly tried to get up the stairs. Hook faced the same problem as Hatchet, but at a lesser degree, forced to be grounded by the closeness of the walls, but Hook managed to pass Hatchet quickly while the terror bird had fallen.

    Hatchet pushed himself back to his feet. After a moment of thinking the terror bird attempts to balance on his toes while using his beak as a stabilizer, progress was slow, extremely slow, but it was progress. Hook looked over at the others, and let out a caw to try and get them to hurry.

    'Eavy Metal finds an abandoned car, with out skipping a beat he ran over to the vehicle and ripped off the door and began walking away contemplating how he could use this to repair is precious 'Powah Klaw'. After walking a block The Ork sat down and pulled a some poorly constructed welder off his back and after ripping the car door in sheets and began working.

    "ugh, fings are getting to quiet fer me likez" 'Eavy says as he finishes his crude repairs. Standing up, The ork pulls 'Da Tank Krumpa' off his back and walks off to find a suitable place to perform. After finding a park 'Eavy metal activates his speaker while he adjusts the dial on 'Krumpa' to a non lethal level, after waiting for the right moment in the savage 'orky' song he begins playing, well practiced. The Ork Nob closes his eyes and smiles, remembering himself playing for his war bands as they charged into battle on a hundreds of different worlds.