[i]Lethal force wasn't what Charlia needed to use, just.. words. A few womanly actions here and there, nothing to make her seem like she was begging or giving away her plans. She was just another player, in this treacherous game..[/i] -------------------------------- [u][i]Several miles away, in a secluded mountain range..[/i][/u] "Oi, boss?! L-Look a' dat thing eh da air! Wotz it doin'?!" [i]Gribgutz the Grub was scared shitless of the massive Star Destroyer in the sky, to say the very least. So scared, that his "boss" promptly slammed his Power Klaw into Grib's skull, sending bits of skull fragments and brain matter flying as the poor snotling's head exploded in a shower of blood. And from there.. Ripgar looked up, the giant of an Ork sneering in wonder and a suddenly burning rage.[/i] [i]It had been months since he had led a good fight. Five months, he held these mountains from raiders with his Boyz, after conveniently raiding a smalltime faction nearby. Now the greenskins - Orks, in particular: big, ugly war British machines - had went from ninety to six-hundred and fifty, each armed with high-powered, and usually fully automatic, weapons - either of their own invention, or they just took it.[/i] [i]And from there, Ripgar's plan to victory began.[/i]