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Moridyn

 

Moridyn scowled under his bandages and collar. Greenskins. Ugly, undisciplined, and violent. Still, he must play his part. 

 

"This way." 

 

His buzzing voice and waving arm beckoned the ork onto the shuttle. He followed behind as the beast wandered through the small ship, looking into the few compartments and storage areas for any other passengers. Nothing was found, not even when the ork lifted up the seat cushions.

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