"Uh, Commissar, are you sure you want to use that thing?" Lede looked at the now one-armed Yarrick. Behind him, a squad of soldiers pulled a cart carrying Ughulhard's enormous power claw.
They were currently on their way to Kaos the Sage. Commissar Yarrick hoped Kaos could help install this Ork power claw onto him.
"Guardsman Lede, I believe I have made myself quite clear. In these difficult times, every piece of iron is precious, let alone a power claw." Yarrick did not look back and continued walking at a brisk pace. The first thing he had asked upon waking from his coma was about the battle situation. The second had been about the power claw. He had specifically cut that thing off to keep for himself. They were desperately short on equipment, so everything had to be put to use. Even Ork weapons were being salvaged whenever possible.
Blue light flashed from the eyes of the Adeptus Mechanicus gear-skull and swept over Commissar Yarrick's group.
Yarrick understood that this was the Machine God's gaze upon mortals, so he dropped to one knee and awaited the Machine God's approval.
The light vanished, and the door slowly opened. Yarrick entered Kaos the Sage's research sanctum and saw him dismantling the mechanical structure of a Killa Kan for recording and analysis.
"Detection: flesh."
"Identity confirmed: Commissar Yarrick."
"Status adjusted: communication."
The cold mechanical voice made Lede shudder. He felt he could understand why Domisilon disliked these oil-slickers so much and always kept away from them.
"Greetings, Commissar Yarrick. Based on my observations, you wish for me to dismantle this Ork power claw?"
"No, Kaos the Sage. I came for another matter." Commissar Yarrick pulled the cart over and tapped the Ork-made power claw with his one remaining arm. "I hope you can