That wasn't good. Ginger froze again, recognizing that voice through the hazy pain in his head. It was from a log that his friend Thomas Weiss had shown him back on Terram in the Golden City... GodKillah, the Ork. Or, at least some kind of Ork. He had only come across a few in his brief time in that dimension, but his predecessor, even fully armed, had struggled against these beasts. He was now magnitudes stronger, but without weapons, or even his Manipular skills... He wouldn't stand a chance. He moved forwards still, seeking cover where he could find it.