A/N: i decided to do a qiuck skit chapter, lots of dialogue in this. this does not hold much significance to the rest of the story. also, thank you for the favourites and follows. makes me happy to see so many people enjoying my story! with that being said, onto the skit.
enjoy.
"can i punch him?"
"no."
"can i stab him?"
"no!"
"can i put him on top of a baneblade and use him for target practice?"
"NO!, WHERE WOULD YOU EVEN GET A BANEBLADE!? WE ARE ON A ROK!"
the space wolf shrugged his shoulders, his collosal pauldrons creaking at the movement, grinding on the ears of the inquisitor, though he wouldn't comment on it aloud.
"i don't know, this is the orks we are talking about, the rules of the universe don't apply to them like it does for us."
the inquisitor gritted his teeth in frustration, it was no secret that the emperors executioners and the inquisitions relationship was, difficult to say the least.
his thoughts were cut short when the ork began laughing.
the inquisitor turned his attention back to the greenskin.
"what are you laughing about you damnable creature?" he asked in annoyance, which only got worse the longer he had to deal with the space marine.
the ork stopped laughing and, after taking a few deep breaths, spoke.
"you umies really 'tink i'm gunna tell you where it is? you must be squiggin madder dan a wierd boy" the ork began laughing again.
the space wolf strode forward until he was right infront of the ork. turning to the inquisitor he spoke.
"step back milkdrinker, let me show you how you interrogate an ork, you might want to get behind cover, wouldn't want to get your fancy coat all messed up now would we?"
the inquisitor growled in frustration but yielded to the astartes, he moved back to a safe distance and waited.
the marine turned back to the greenskin.
"now then you little shit."
the marine grabbed the ork by it's tusks and hoisted him up to face level.
"WHERE ARE THEY!" the marine roared, as he began shaking the ork, who looked surprised to say the least.
"WOT?" the ork yelled in surprise.
the astartes began shaking the ork even more and shouted again.
"THE STC FRAGMENT YOU STUPID ANIMAL, WHERE IS THE STC FRAGMENT?!"
the orks tusks began to make a cracking sound. the marine took no notice of this, continuing his interrogation.
the ork began to panic.
"IZ DUNNO WERE DA FRAGMENT IS!, IZ JUST A NOB!"
the marine roared in anger and began thrashing the ork about, until, with a tearing sound, the orks tusks came free.
the ork, with nothing holding him up anymore, flew backwards into the wall with a sickening crunch, slid down, and didn't get back up.
the space wolf look from the tusks still gripped in his gauntlets, to the corpse on the floor and back to the tusks.
"well. i didn't expect that to happen." the wolf murmured in surprise.
the inquisitor strode foward in anger and began yelling.
"WHAT IN THE EMPERORS NAME IS WRONG WITH YOU!?, THAT WAS THE LAST LIVING ORK ON THIS DAMN ROK, POSSIBLY IN THIS SECTOR!"
the marine merely grunted, before appraising the tusks, they were surprisingly strong, and sharp, he may be able to turn them into daggers, and barring that, maybe turn them into ornaments.
as he was doing this, the inquisitor was ranting.
"AND BECAUSE OF YOU THE FORGEWORLD IS GOING TO- ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!?"
"nope" the marine spoke, as he continued to admire the tusks.
the inquisitor growled before stalking off, maybe he could find the STC fragment, without being forced to interrogate an ork, and deal with the oversized mutt in power armour.
his hopes were dashed when he heard the stomping footsteps of the space marine following him.
"so." the astartes spoke, "who are we going to be interrogating next?"
the inquisitor broke down and screamed in frustration, as the space marine began laughing.
truly, they were the emperors finest.
FIN.
