OOC: I allow the vox-beads because I am not making 100% total serious RP. Command Squad may have. Either way, if you shout loud enough they may hear it The outpost is pretty much 3 levels. Level 1 is being the ground with the gate. Level 2 being the wall-post and Level 3 being the towers on the far right and left. In width it's probably like 15-25 meters on Level 2, so that our 15-25 men can be squeezed on it while the heavy weapon teams positioned at the far borders of the wall, but not in the tower. The tower has each one sharpshooter and probably 3-4 men each. I don't like mentioning numbers exactly since then it goes too far into PnP.
Two medium sized orks were barreling towards the firing line. If they disruppted the volley, the line was doomed to crumble under the ork numbers. Before this could happen, if but for a moment longer, Four deafening shots sounded from behind the Veteran squad. A large built man drapped in black and wearing an all too familiar hat of infamy. Commissar Hannibal Uther had arrived. "I am here to organize and lead. Purge the xeno in the Emperor's name!"
Mark simply nodded at his comrade command, firing off in the sea of Greenskins, not even knowing how many he killed. That didn't matter of course - what mattered is that the guns were firing, the enemies of the God-Emperor dying and that he had plenty of ammo to reload and do his stuff all over again.
"Bombers?! As in walking ones?" Artyom yelled. Hopefully his voice was heard by Martin, the sound of battle was enough to make some deaf. Artyom waited for the response and looked back into the battlefield, and luckily enough, a opportunity to clear out some of these insane Orks . "Commissar, order your men to let the 'nades fly! Aim to bounce off the wall and into the middle. We might not have a opportunity like this again!"
"you heard the man" as she spoke her guards let the grenades lose into the crowd of orks as she shot two more in the head
OOC: Yay for half-days at work! Also assume that most of your stuff happens at the same time, like the sharpshooters shooting and Artyom's grenade order. Soooo I just do everything in the order as I like (in your favor) ~~ Sharpshooting #1 ~~ Techero managed to down a Nob who wanted to seize control over the center mob again, downing him the moment he stepped away from the incoming right-hand side. He would now see that on the left side here and there Nobs fell. Must had been Owl #1 (@Casavay ) ~~ Grenade Attack ~~ The majority of the surrounding, still standing two dozen men readied their grenades and threw them into the Orks. Half of those that threw grenades, had simply thrown into the center because they did not hear or know how to 'bounce grenades' but that was okay, given that the center was broken open. Those grenades that bounced from the sides exploded right over the assaulting mob, not turning them into gore bits, but lifting them off their feet and filling them with metal splinters of the grenades. Majority of the center force came down, exposing completely the Gretchins in the center. Their horrible inventions were now to be seen, they were just stacked explosives on top of one another and worn as a backpack. ~~ Other Shooting ~~ Men were led by the example of Mark and fired in controlled salvos into the midst, not letting the enemy gain ground while the smoke was in the air. Sure they fired with less precision, but their additional attack slowed down the right and left side. They reached the wall, but at least it would give time for the Heavy Weapons and Sharpshooters to leave the towers. ~~ Sharpshooting #2 ~~ The smoke of the grenades may had been thick, but nothing gets past the eyes of the Owls of this platoon. Calculated shots. Two projectiles made for Gretchins and their backpack, both in the center respectively. What followed was a huge explosion. Though it didn't go into width, the detonation went into height. With the already weakened infrastructure caused by the grenades, the explosion caused the earth above to crumble and come down as an earthslide, barricading the center. The explosives were taken care off, but the Orks now poured against the two towers on each far side. They were still at least a hundred or so - hard to tell with all the smoke in the air. But almost instantly the Two Owls could not just hear but also see grappling hooks thrown against and over their towers. Some even went up against the Wall. ~~ Heavy Weapons Salvo ~~ The fire was spat all until the explosion, then they had been in need of reloading anyway. And now they packed up their weapons to leave the tower as they would not be able to make a stand inside with their bulky weapons. ~~ New Orders ~~ "GOOD JOB LADS! NOW GET THE SPOT LIGHTS! EVACUATE THE TOWERS AND AIM THE LIGHTS RIGHT ON THEM! THE MOMENT THEY FINISHED THEIR CLIMBING, SHOOT 'EM ALL!" Oskar Hochmann instructed the men and women of his Platoon, pointing at the different positions the troops were to take with his mighty Power Fist. "Command Squad! Regroup on me! Except for the Ludwigs!" OOC: You may kill each 1 Ork Boy as you regroup, may assume you have to lean over the wall a bit to do so.
Trying to see through the smoke and smog was nearly impossible, Brock could make out green forms still rushing the wall. Aiming his autogun into the smoke he was able to bring an ork boy down that had just reached the base of the wall. Even leaning over the wall he was realitively safe from the orks fire, partly because of the smoke but mostly because of their lack of accuracy. He slid down the ladder and changed out his mag while he made his way to the LT. "Fine day isn't it sir?! What trick do you have up your sleeve this time?" He took up a defensive position ready to defend their officer, with his life if that's what was required.
Geron followed behind Brock "Yeah know I wonder why do we never get tank I know were a heavy infantry regiment but we should at least have some tanks. Am I right Brock."
Binalt,Techero.Sharpshooter - Owl 2 Techero barely contained his laughter at the sight of the explosion.His shot was true and the poor little,green thingie that carried such volatile backpack got what it deserved.It seems the others had similar results in their successes,but it seemed to be shortlived with the landslide.Well...that is unexpected.What the...?-sharpshooter thought as he heard a sharp clank sound near him.He risked to crouch in his position and saw what infuriated him the most.His glorious position was compromised. They use fraking grappling hooks!Frak!-swore Techero to himself as vox-bead crackled in his ear.He nodded on the order as if Oskar can see him nodding his head. "Come on boys.Its time to scram,this place is no good anymore!"yelled Techero to the top of the tower,to the two comrades who were meaning the autocannon. Slinging Angela to his back,Techero stood up,unsheating his one Frag grenade,priming it and tossing it over the wall. "Take that ya bastards!"screamed Techero as he swung around,dropping to the metal ladder,his (awesome!)grox-leather coat trailing in the inertia behind him,raising dust from the planks. A boom was heard on the other side of the walls as Techero ran across the courtyard to Oskar.Drawing Angela once again,he reloaded the girl and slammed another clip home.He crouched next to PL Oskar,preparing to aim down at the first xeno that shows its green,viscious,feral,ugly fraking face! OOC:Godamnit Uriel,i am Owl 2!
