I'll get to the city at some point with the rest of my boyz))

((Den you'd gonna have ta get in line all righ' an propah like!

But for seriously, I predict someone is going to take out the krooza that Krol'jas' Warboss is in pretty soon, if a very spectacular fashion... Perhaps the salamanders? Perhaps chaos? They can decide that ))

Well you got tau already shooting my krooza. Makes me feel like Gorgutz.))

((My fleet is attacking any Xeno ships above, be it Ork or Tau. As far as I'm aware, the Chaos ship is staying hidden, though. Once my fleet begins to take serious damage, they'll pull out until the Ultramarine reinforcements arrive.))

Not my spacey hulk!))

(Can we keep this In Character please?)

From the ritual spot in the hive, the marking starts to glow. Clouds draw together to block out the sun.
And over the battlefield it starts to drizzle red. As blood of greenskin and loyalist alike is spilled by the gallons, Khorne is pleased more and more. For he cares not who causes the blood to flow.

Flamewing had just received news of the kill-team. It was too late anyway, as any second now they would get to the prepared battle zone, Already chatting with Inquisitor Castus to ensure the best entry. Steelface would have to wait, and it would take time for them to regroup anyway.

Still doubtful of the Imperial Guard's truce message to the Space Marines about the Tau , Flamewing decided to try and contact the Space marine legions ,be it the Salamanders or the Angels of death. No response. The pilot told them about how the it has started to drizzle red, though Flamewing assures otherwise(Yes, Tau are oblivious to the warp remember >.>)

"Never mind about that, I have faith in Castus bond brothers". He would put his faith today in Inquisitor Castus Bones, a Vindicare assasin of the Imperium. Surely, Flamewing thought Space Marines would listen to an Inquisitor.

The pilot, giving a heads-up about the battle entry gave the signal. At that moment, Flamewing's battlesuit squadrons jumped out with grace and begun descending from behind the Ork horde's flank, followed by everything else flanking the Ork horde. Flamewing, shouting his war cry of "For the Farsight enclaves!" fired right into the Ork horde. The Riptide suit was obliterating the Orks, Hammerheads blasting their railguns and Fire Warriors shooting every Ork in their sight. The Imperial Hive city in front of them, and seeing Castus's forces on the other end, everything had fallen into plan.

With Hot-blue flames searing through the Ork horde, Flamewing's custom-built Tau flamers incinerated the small Ork boyz and Grots, who were minuscule compared to his 'XV8-05 Enforcer class battlesuit'. Flaming his way through every Ork he saw, he simply stayed calm and eliminated them, intending to get to the Warboss, and making sure the Imperial Forces and Tau forces would force them into a eventual bottleneck. Yes, this would be his ultimate act so he would be promoted to Farsight's seven(Bodyguard team again, as a reminder).

Meanwhile, back at the stealth-team in the sewers:
"For gods sake man, get a move on! Were already behind schedule!"
"I'm trying god dammit, this water is flowing fast ya know!"
Evidently, the stealth-teams were behind their projected time of egress, and were facing a difficult time. Though having covered quite a lot of ground, they were still slow. They finally found a sidewalk, and obviously took it(Due to them having jet-packs, they would have covered a lot more ground than those CSM's inside the sewers)

As they proceeded across the sidewalk, they found the remains of the Spy-drone sent earlier.
"Well, there it is in all it's glory." They were confident that something was definitely here, judging from how violently the drone was brought down.
"Alright, from here on I want you to keep the stealth-field generators on. There are probably contacts up ahead in this sewer, and it is our duty to ensure they do not disrupt the Shas'O's plans!"
With that, they silently paced their way towards these 'Contacts'(The chaos space marines in the Hive city sewers.)

Ira and Cösper were heading for the sewer, but as they passed some evacuated buildings Cösper suddenly stopped.
"We ought to not crawl through a sewage system, it's best to steal a vehicle and just... I don't know... I just don't want to go on foot".
The screams of the Butchers Nail had started to fade in the back of his head and his sensible self started to show oncemore, in the contrast to Ira.
"No, we are blessed by this rain of blood, Khorne watches you."

A moment of silence and drips of red on their makeshift tabards and on their pauldrons.
A moment of serenity.
Too serene.
"Something's off." Ira started.
"Can we please steal a tank or something?" Cösper asked.

They came to agreeance and started to run for the guardpost again, hoping to find a few guardsmen with a transport. And it seemed that luck was on their side.
At least untill the guards spotted the marines and opened fire.

Rounds of lasfire flew past the two marines as they dodged to both sides of the path.
Ira responded first with a spell and Cösper wanted to shout at him for being a coward. But no sounds was emitted.
Ira turned to Cösper and gave him a thumbs up.
Cösper did not understand at first, but as he revved his chainaxe without sound he understood the purpouse of this sorcery.

Ira had cast a spell of silence. Even the guardsmen realised this. They stood there, shooting in the general direction of the marines, but heads turned to each other in futile attempts to communicate verbally.

Cösper used this to his advantage. His millenia old body revving up like his axe, he charged towards the guardsmen, dodging their fire, abusing the spell that has been cast.

As he reached the first guardsman he saw the terror in the eyes of the others as another one was struck by a bolter shell fired by Ira.

Cösper wanted to shout the age old battle cry for Khorne, but knew no one would hear, so instead he simply started to whirl around, wailing at his foes with his chainaxe.
Soon enough Ira joined him in close quarter combat, felling guardsman after guardsman.

Within minutes the battle was over and Ira stripped the vehicle, an old issue Rhino Mk IV, of communication. Only to find a disarmed guardsman behind the wheel, who cowered in fear.

Sound came back like a sudden tidal wave onto a beach and Ira calmly asked the guardsman "So on what side of a daemonic summoning would you like to be today?".
To which the guardsman shrugged and whimpered "Where to, sir?".
Cösper, having gained his cool very quickly, stepped in and said "Straight through the sewer, outward bound. Oh and drive through the murky water so the blood washes off, we don't want any suspicion.".

Not moments later the old Mk IV Rhino headed straight for the sewage gate and rammed its way through, destination outta here.

"Dat's enough a lettin'em think dey'z winnin', boys!!!" Krol'jas shouted at one of his radio grits, sending his message to the Waaaaaagh! His boys quit their Panicking and turned to the Tau, rockets and dakka flying loose, tearing fire warriors and skimmer tanks to shreds.

Within this wall of dakka, Vixen hefted an odd looking bit of dakka herself, running full sprint towards one of the large crisis suits. With a grunt and a 'p-tang!' the dakka let loose a small bolt, clipping onto the armored hull of the suit. The suit, mid swing on a Nob, suddenly ceased all movement, shifting into 'sleep' mode. The front hatch opened against the pilot's command, revealing the real world to the warrior within.

"Mine now!" Vixen said with a smile, raising a smaller scale slugga to execute the pilot, a few of her grits pulling the pilot's corpse out of the pilot chair. She climbed up, settling in quite well. "Make sure you mark it right! I don't want our boys to shoot me down!" She ordered one of her grots to do so. They moved swiftly, applying a hasty Ork paint scheme to the suit.

"Riptide? They've made a new prototype?!?! I WANT ONE!!!" She nearly screamed into the internal mix, which had now been hacked to allow her to communicate with the boss Nob.

"Aftah da scrappin', Vixen!!!" Krol'jas shouted, kicking open the chest plate of a different suit, revealing a dead warrior inside. "Aaaaaah, 'dese is gonna make great dreds dey is!!!" Krol'jas said, looking to a radio grot. "Call up da' mek boys!!!"

Flamewing was not pleased at all. This wasn't what he'd expected, he'd think the Orks, dumb as they are would shoot the Imperium instead. Activating kill-switches on several suits to prevent them using it was fine to prevent the Ork's usage of it, but was still a waste of resources. Ordering the Riptide to stay back, he decided to go with the more unorthodox method of facing the Orks in close combat.

As he was part of the Farsight enclaves, he was granted his own battlesuit close combat weapon, which was a modified power claw taken from space marines ages ago.
Flamewing saw this Vixen. Rather infuriated by what she had caused in the past 10 minutes, Flamewing taunted her, then charged straight at her, shouting once again "You are dead...Tau!"
A battle was soon to ensue, Flamewing confident some average Tau not from the Farsight Enclaves would be able to melee

As for Flamewing's sub-commander, he attempted to find Castus in all this mix. Hopefully, with Flamewing and Castus both fighting Krol'jas at once, they would be able to take him.