"Ha if we had tanks we wouldn't have the distinct honor of watching the life drain from their eyes!" He nudged Geron with a grin on his face. "Anyone got a smoke? Who knows when or if we'll get another chance!" Even for a veteran Brock was a little out there. The thrill of the fight always made him feel more alive. He never felt more alive than when he was so close to death!
<Oskar Hochmann> "Don't get careless! As for the tanks... Where you wanna put it?! It's not like here is any space. Besides, they are all rolling coffins anyway. I rather have a squad on the field and only half die from a missile than all at once including meself on the road!" The Platoon Lead grinned and formed a fist with his oversized extension, it glowing with power. While the Orks made for their climbing action, the rest of the platoon did as ordered, falling back and creating firing lines for where the Orks will appear. Squad 9 had brought in the flood lights, aimed on towers and wall which had yet to be turned on. "Ten seconds until they reach the top, sir." One of the soldiers reported from the side of the wall. Oskar had no tension on his face, in the contrary he was relaxed. While the Orks shouted and shot randomly into the ceiling from time to time his plan was being executed and thanks to his men and women, their Explosion-trick didn't work. The Orks were going to be finished.
Martin grabbed his Vox kit can began putting it back onto his back and got back up with his lasgun in hand and got moving to the other's position as he was ordered. he could see Brock in front of him already. he could hear something about needing a smoke. "I've got a light" he said taking out his lighter as they moved. Soon reaching there Commander he was ready as he heard that the orks would be there in Ten seconds he quickly reloaded his las gun making sure he had a full clip in time to meet the orks.
Nodding to Martin he quickly lit the smoke and handed back the light, "Thanks! No careless Soldiers here Sir!" With the smoke still in his mouth he rolled his shoulders to relieve some of their tightness and took aim at the top of the wall, ready for the order to fire.
Mark continued with his job, firing and reloading. As the Orks approached the walls, he tossed a frag grenade down the wall, a muffled scream reaching his ears as one of the boys got fed by shrapnel. Just another day in the office.
Xalia coverd the vox operator as he readied himself and fired bolts into the oncoming horde "do not lose faith we shall win" and with that she mived to the next position
"I shouldnt have quit on Iho-sticks."added Techero as he watched Brock smoking,enjoying his...probably last smoke. Techero,aimed down his sniper,waiting for the Orks to rear their ugly heads over the wall,the only thing that was able to materialize in his mind was certainly not Commissar Xalia`s inspiring words or Oskars rally,but the sweet,sweet taste of qash weed-smoke in his mouth.Well...this will get messy soon,no time to get out the hookah pipe and 'light it up!'. I hope this aint my last one...-mused not-so-young sniper,as he tried to remember the last time he smoked.His grip on Angela tightened,as if in despair or fury,hard to tell which. Sharpshooter without advantageous position,elevated ground and advantage of surprise,was a dead,smoking,fresh roasted grox!Luckily...he was not alone.Whole command squad was around him and he saw couple of the boys from rag-tag squads bringing in the gear and setting up positions. Its not that he lacked faith in LT Oskar`s tactical genius,they will certainly win.He saw the big man in action before.It was just that he doubted he will survive the plan with so many disadvantages on his hand.
Those were probably some of the longest 10 seconds any Imperial Guardsman has ever seen. Nonetheless, the Orks finally completed their ascend just to be shot down. In total they had 13 ropes up from which they simultaneously climbed up. The majority of the Imperial Force was on ground level behind their gate, looking up. Sure a disadvantaged position. But Oskar and his men were still on the bridge so that the Orks would divide the little force they would get up between the two forces. The first wave of Orks was mowed by a firing squad on ground level, but they had to reload. The second wave of Orks just jumped down from the towers to ground level and started hacking into the squads, killing two soldiers before being stopped. Suddenly the third wave actually were two Orks per rope, however they managed to actually time such move. But this is what Oskar was prepared for and gave a hand sign. The positioned Floodlights came on, shining bright light right along the wall. Some of the Orks were so blinded they stumbled backwards and fell down into their own troops, smashing some with their weight in the progress. The remaining ones were dazed, the lights came off again and shots were fired. Oskar grins as he looks to his command squad. "The Primer said that Orks are light sensitive and have natural night vision, just figured they would react to sudden light flashes as any other being. Now focus your attention on those that come up the wall." He instructed his own squad while giving orders to the other Squads. "Floodlights on standby for emergency use! Squad 1 and 3 cover the right tower. Squad 2 and 4 cover the left tower! Squads 5 to 8 rear guard. Squad 9 and 10 support duties!" He roared into his Vox-Box while having punched an Ork in the face who just finished his climbing, but he had many friends... OOC: 7 Orks are on the wall. 7 more are climbing. Each of you can kill 2 of either position. (You cannot kill any coming from the towers, our NPC army takes care of them )
