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The bridge was stunned silent at the simple fact that they had wandered into a makeshift pincer maneuver. Add in the fact that these Orks were charging right towards Lucius and it was almost all his fears come true.
It was in a moment of complete fear that TalOS realized something, +Coms, can we listen to the Orks?+
+Processing Request.+ The Magos called out as a series of clicks and simmers went through the air, +They are employing human communication technology and it is unsecured.+
+Patch me into it.+ TalOS declared much to the confusion of the Tech Priests around him.
TalOS was suddenly blasted with a series of hoofs and hollars that he could not make sense of. It was as crude as listening to a thousands of Servitors whose Machine Spirits decided to commit suicide in order to torture their poor souls. There was a rhythm and rhyme to it though. When there was sense there was understanding. Upon identifying the words and reason the Primarch was able to learn.
“AAAAGHHH! Will you gits shut da mork up!” Yelled one of the noticeably louder Orks on the coms, “Nav’Git! How close are we to da buzzin!”
“We ‘ave twelve million zogs from dit.” Answered a quieter voice.
“Ya told me we were goin’ to be three million zogs away!”
“Dats what da spindily thingy told me.”
After those words TalOS heard a distinct shot from a gun ring through the coms network.
“Who gonna be next navi-git!”
“Git you!”
“Who said dat!?”
“Killa Kik!”
“Den he’s our next Navi-Git! Get ‘is ass in the navi-git seat before I blow ‘is brains out for be’in late!”
TalOS felt himself grow a small headache at the words that were spoken. He had just peered into what was honest insanity and somehow make something out of it.