A/N: Mesa back! Did ya miss me? Didn't think so. D:

MOVING ON!

I tried, and ultimately failed, to resist doing these two so soon, sue me. Since they both share the same workplace the first half of the chapter will be Michael's POV, the second Riiana's. Thats right, a dip into the mind of Miss Chipper herself! YAY!

Dawn of Hospitality

Jobs: Riiana Ze/Michael Dunken

"MICHAEL!" a voice boomed. Quickly the man in question attempted to slink away and hide, but a heavy hand grabbed him before he could sneak through the back door.

"S-Something wrong, sir?" Michael asked nervously as he was dragged back into the kitchen by his shirt collar. Finally he was let free and regained his footing, unsure what he had done wrong this time. Whatever was going on, his boss did not look happy. Said boss, an ex-flame trooper, was head chef and owner of Gustavo's Gourmet. In reality his name was Gary, but no one questioned the Catachans choice in title. At least, no one still alive. He was a man of serious patience given his past job, but it seemed to be running dangerously low at the moment.

"Shes at it again," he growled. It was then that Michael saw the rest of the kitchen staff gathered around the double doors leading into the seating area of the resteraunt.

Great! My chance of survival today just dropped into single digits...

"My turn again already?" Michael chuckled nervously.

Maybe if I stall sh-

"Throne's sake boy, just go before she kills someone! Again!" Gary ushered him out, the other staff quickly closing the doors behind them before crowding around the small round windows hanging on each door. It was still early, so the place wasn't very busy at the moment. Even if it was, it wouldn't have been very hard to notice the fuming eldar holding up a human by the throat and shaking him violently. Along with the him, two of his friends lay on the floor nearby, unconscious.

"Oh boy... Uh, Riiana?" Michael tried as he cautiously approached.

Its bad enough I must deal with these idiots...

"What is it, mon-keigh?" Riiana asked in a scarily calm voice.

"Why are you trying to murder our customers?" he asked, tilting his head as he watched the man try and pry off her hands to no avail.

"Because he and his friends are vermin."

"Is that so?"

"Yes! Those two wouldn't stop their constant bantering every time I passed!"

"And the guy your holding?"

"He slapped me!"

"Are yo-Wait a minute. He did what?" the mon-keigh's suddenly angry tone surprised her, but nowhere near as badly as what her victim's last words were.

"Not on her face!" the soon-to-be dead man cackled what little breath he managed to get.

KILL HIM!

"Riiana wai-"

Even if the mon-keigh had finished his sentence, it wouldn't have stopped her from sending the man flying through the air. To her credit he only bounced off the wall instead of going through it. Instead he landed on a table holding a pair of Chaos spawns whose meal had just been flattened. The two Daemons looked from one another, then to Riiana, as to some sort of signal that they could just substitute their food with him. Her only answer was a simple shrug. Not waiting to see what happened next, she turned and began to clean up the mess she had accidentally created. The mans 'assault' had caused her to lose balance of the tray of food she had been carrying. Now it lay scattered around her in a piles of food and broken dishes. Riiana hadn't even realized the mon-keigh had left until he appeared next to her with a broom and dustpan.

"You ok?" he offered quietly as the other patrons had returned to eating, the spectical suddenly growing boring.

"Wonderful." Riiana murmured, shooing him away with a wave of a hand. It shouldn't have surprised her it didn't work. Instead he began to help her, leaving both of them in silence for several minutes until he spoke again.

"You know you should stop doing this, right?"

"Its not my fault."

"Maybe, but I think you might find yourself out of a job if you keep it up."

Point.

"I suppose I should... watch my temper better."

"A little. Uh, say, he didn't really hurt you did he?"

"I'm perfectly fine, mon-keigh."

"Good. I'll be back in a second, going to make sure that guy doesn't get eaten."

She didn't look up until he was walking toward the table holding a man trying to fight off a pair of hungry Daemons with a (freshly dented) silver tray.

You could have at least told him thank you.

For what?

Being nice.

Hes 'nice' to everyone.

But why can't you be nice to him for once?

I am ni-

Liar.

What are you ge-

I SAY YOU SHOULD KILL THEM ALL!

Both of you, please! Just... shut up.

A/N: Herp derp, who would'a thought she was crazy? *Raises hand*

Shadowbane509- Yea, hard to think of an Ork having an actual job eh? HERESY!

Gundrium- Pffft, who wants to be reasonable when YOU CAN USE A $#!% CHAINSWORD?

Zero D. Infinite- Of course! There are a few orks that can actually fill a leadership role, albeit a few. There are also doctors and psykers, but I see your point.

Warpwind- DATS RIOT YA GIT!

Gadaan- Thanks friend, and welcome aboard the crazy wagon! Hope to hear more from you!

Kminsang- Do not be alarmed by the sudden tremors and spike in seismic activity, thats just my head banging against my keyboard. Again...and again...and again...

Mastadon-King- ^ KILL IT WITH FIRE!

Side note: Anyone have a favorite character? Maybe find one a little interesting? Words, speak words my prettys...