A fistful of fragbombs.

[Krugg Ironjaw]

The rain had stopped. For the first time since he'd touched on on Corinthe, it'd stopped raining. Flicking out the collar of his coat, flicking out the top pocket, he pulled out a metal pipe that looked like it had been roughly hewn from a slab of plasteel, tamped in some lho, and lit it. Before long large puffs of mossy-green smoke trailed off into the distance.

Leaving the pipe in it's place he began the routine post-ship pat-down. Hewer, check. Ripper? check. Kickback? check. Cruncher... A hand the size of a Grox Haunch met open air and he stopped dead. Glancing down and sure enough, the space where his Cruncher 'nade-chucker would be on a long strap was infact missing. Frag. 

His good mood now shattered, a cloud of grey descended on the Ogryn, but not for long, after all, it just meant he could get a new one! This planet must have munitorum outposts, gunsmiths, illicit arms dealers etc. Yes sir, and he could maybe even get this one with a bayonet! Yeah, that perked him right up. Turn that frown upside down. 

And so, with that in mind, he set off into the hive proper, heavy lumbering footsteps signifying the abhuman's passing. He had a good feeling about this Corinthe lark, Krugg's Quest for Gear had just begun, and woe betide anyone swept up in its wake!

[Jara Hellhammer]

A second set of footfalls soon joined the Ogryns. A figure clad in full black armour wandered into the area.

Another successful mission under his belt, the Terminator had wanted to get away for a moment. Working with Tech Priests was exhausting and perhaps even taxing. Jara was frustrated at having his every move scrutinised. His much more human approach was a matter of pride for the marine and he did not appreciate the priests robotic nature and near emotionless responses to having to punish their allies.

With a shake of the head and a heavy sigh, Hellhammer marched forwards through the place aimlessly.

There his eyes met the form of the large figure of Krugg before him. The Salamander stopped in his tracks. An Ogryn? Things were about to get... interesting...
But right now? Jara thought that it was better than seeing another tech priest at least.

He met the eyes of the Ogryn and decided to approach, maybe they could strike up a conversation? Even better, maybe they could spark a friendship?

[Krugg Ironjaw]

Krugg glanced up as the armoured marine approached. Well, heavily armoured would be an understatement. The man was wearing most of a small tank, and Krugg had to respect it. He'd considered asking someone to make him a set of armour out of a Leman Russ tank once, but he was pretty sure that the red-robes would be angry with him.

He took another puff on his pipe, exhaling a warm, sweet smelling green smoke as he raised a hand in greeting.
"Ah, hello! Is good night we are having yes? No rain!" Krugg smiled. His teeth were all over the place, some having grown far larger than others, but the grin was genuine. "You are one of those... eh... Space Marines, yes? Warrior of Emperor." 

Krugg thought about offering the Marine his pipe, then glanced at the crude quality, and the venerable artifact the man was wearing, and decided not to bother, instead sticking out a meat-hock of a hand, armoured in a thick metal gauntlet, to shake.
"Am surprised to see one of you here, must be trouble brewing me hopes?"

[Jara Hellhammer]

"Hail, good Ogryn. It is a good night we are having indeed. Although, sometimes I don't mind a bit of rain."

Jara studied the Ogryn in front of him for a moment, taking note of the mess of teeth and the pipe that he was smoking. Hellhammer didn't care for the stuff, but he had seen plenty of those who took enjoyment from it.

"Affirmative. I am what you would call a Space Marine, I guess. My name is Jara Hellhammer and I serve the Salamander chapter and currently I'm on the long vigil."

The terminator chuckled for a brief second, thinking to himself that though the Ogryn had a funny way of speaking, he seemed friendly enough.

"There's always trouble. Always heretics to punish, xenos to eliminate... The Emperor has many foes that must be dealt with."

[Krugg Ironjaw]

Krugg retracted the hand, figuring he must have made a poor first impression. It was probably the pipe that did it. Ah well. He recovered quickly, dusting his gauntleted hands off of his coat, causing a jangling sound that drew attention to his... Interesting necklace. Strung on a thick chord, are four black segmented cylinders, pocked with brass here and there. Sticking out of each appears to be a shaft of bone, which the cord is attached through. 
The marine would recognise them after staring for a moment, they were the fingers from power armor, most likely Legion power armor at that. 

Krugg took a last puff, before tapping out the burnt remnants into a nearby trash receptacle, and shrugged at the Salamander. "Well, I am hoping that big space marine means I will soon have heretics to crush. I am Krugg Ironjaw, and I am... currently out of work." He finished lamely, deflating slightly. 
"But!" He rallied "Is just meaning I am ready to go, anytime!" The Ogryn's spirit seemingly impenetrable. "I am having to resupply after my last mission, you can be keeping me company if you like, yes?"

The Ogryn took a step in the direction of Munitorum districts, those skyrise metal structures that housed all manner of peddlars and purveyors of lead laying death, and he grinned again. "Not that I am thinking you will need to resupply, you are wearing tank, haha!"



Jara Hellhammer

[Jara Hellhammer]

The Terminator glanced briefly at the interesting necklace. The Ogryn were rather peculiar and this one in front of him was proving to be no exception thus far. The fact that it was made with the fingers of a form of power armour led the Salamander to ponder how and when the Ogryn had managed to seize them, let alone make a necklace out of them. It made him slightly more cautious, as perhaps the Ogryn had killed the owner of the armour and simply took the fingers from them.

"Well, Krugg Ironjaw... You may get your wish soon enough. There's always some heretics to punish. I'm sure you can find some form of mission to allow yourself the opportunity to eliminate some of the Emperors enemies, be they heretics or xenos."

A Low chuckle emerged from his lips as he glanced in the direction of the Munitorum districts.

"The Long Vigil has its' perks..."

[Krugg Ironjaw]

The Ogryn wandered in the direction of the Munitora, shoving his hands in the pockets of his coat, the thick leathery hide crisscrossed with panels that bely razor sharp edges. Rhox-hide being naturally tough and bullet-resistant.
"Long Vigil? You are watching for something? Hmmm Well. I hope you are finding it!"

"In truth I am needing more boom. I left my launcher on ship when it left Corinthe. Is bad times. Very bad times." The Ogryn looked down at the prospect of having misplaced his weapon. "But I still have Manhewer! So not all is lost." He shrugged, gesturing at the humongous chain weapon holstered on his back.

[Jara Hellhammer]

The Terminator let out another chuckle that escaped his lips beneath the helmet, which served to give it a metallic tinge. Ogryn's were never dull to bear witness to and Krugg was proving to be no exception. In fact, Krugg's company was very much a welcome change from having been in the presence of Tech Priests and the like.

"Thank you Krugg. You could say that we of the Long Vigil are constantly finding things, we're good at it and then fighting."

"I'm sorry to hear about your lost launcher. You can get another one in the Munitora I'm sure."

AS Krugg gestured to the chain weapon, Jara studied it for a brief moment before giving Krugg a nod.

[Krugg Ironjaw]

Krugg turned to stroll onwards, heading into the industria proper, stopping only at a roadside food vender, picking up a reconstituted starch wrap of some kind, filled with 'meat' slathered in a sticky sauce of unknown provenance. The vendor did a double take at Krugg, but made sure to make an extra large serving for the Ogryn, not wanting to run the risk of angering them. Krugg of course was oblivious to this, grinning at them the whole time. 

"Is true, I will be acquiring new one, with my 'winning charm' yes? Is what old boss used to say." The ogryn then took the large bundle, and continued on their path. 
"So, you are not here for anything in particular? Shame. But, sometimes calm is good."

He chuckled as he took a bite of the wrap, savoring the flavour. "Ah... I am always loving street food. Is always different, every planet something new!"

[Jara Hellhammer]

The Terminator was wary when they headed into the industria proper. He knew that the folks around what pay a lot of attention to the odd duo, with one being a hulking figure of a marine and the other an Ogryn.

He had caught the double-take of the vendor and prepared to step in until he saw the situation resolve rather amicably. Not that the Ogryn could tell, but the Salamander glanced with a mixture of curiosity and disgust at the meat and sticky sauce. He was not a fan of whatever it was, but the Ogryn certainly didn't seem to be too picky when it came to food.

"Your old boss? Sounds like quite the cunning fellow... Yes, calm can be pleasant. It is becoming much rarer than it was previously, there's always the next mission..."

Jara took in the sight of Krugg eating the meat and wondered how anyone could enjoy such a thing, then again Krugg was an Ogryn... "That's one of the best things about travelling. Meeting the people, Seeing the sights, Enjoying the festivities and partaking in their food..."