Foe landed the Thing in the middle of the deployment bay, so that it's weapons were facing the four Those Things. His gunstrakced back and forth wondering what was going on. Then the squealing started.

Racing out from behind Rutherford's ship was a horde of green...things. They looked at little like the protopigs, except they were green, hairy, and more than a little ill-tempered. He watched as three of them charged a supply cart and didn't even stop or try and turn, instead deliberately headbutting the cart and spilling nuts and bolts everywhere.

"RUTHERFORD!!!" Foe bellowed as he popped open the canopy.

"Sorry, sah!" Rutherford said as he came scrambing out after the squigs, one hand pinning his cap to his head. "The boys were gettin' a little anxious though, and when we saw their pens we justfigured it wouldn't be bad to pick up a little meat. Them Terrus boys though, they did somethin' to the squigs and they came along nice and quiet like, leastwise until we had them on the ship and up in space some. Then they went a little nuts, and there wasn't much we could do. We figure we get them back under control, then maybe breed a few of 'em for steady meat."

"You disobeyed orders for food?!?" Foe demanded.

"No, sah! We disobeyed orders for intelligence! Look at what was guardin' them pens!" He motioned to a pair of troopers, who dragged a struggling Ork out of the ship he was cursing and swearing so fast and heavily that no one knew what he was saying. What was most noticeable however, was the lack of hands. Instead, both of his arms had been replaced with what looked like artificial multitools. "The Terrus boys saw him, and wanted some answers on how Ork tech worked. Apparently they'd gotten their hands on some same way we did, and ran into the same problems we have. So they figured, go to the source. It's all for the greater good, so why not?"

Foe just shook his head and groaned...