@Tamu "I have them in my sights." Narok said, his storm bolter raised as he took aim the libaraian, Carefully taking aim at the shotgunner nobs, Aiming for the center of mass Narok began firing, aiming for nobs chests looking to put enough bolts within the ork to blow out there innards and pick them apart one nob at a time.
@Tamu - Goreparan Minkar - Minotaur - Apothecary @Xaphen - Lichas Mega - Omega Marine - Assault Marine @Valonox - Galen Amadaus Morgain - Novamarine - Devastator @Kalle - Kleos - Flesh Tearer - Devastator @Avenging-Angel - Viserys - Blood Angel - Assault Marine @Keidivh - Zuriel Drathus - Sanguine Templar - Viceroy (Chaplain) @WanderingJester - Orochi Mizakune - Ronin - Assault Marine @Vulpas - Narok Lightningfang - Avenging Fox - Librarian @DeranVendar - Harvom Clawtaker - Space Wolf - Scout Zuriel, Galen & Kleos The Viceroy had changed his mind for the sole reason of making the survival of his brethren the priority over vengeance for what happened on Armageddon. Besides, Orochi and Viserys were more the kill-teams champions than anyone else - and that had to be honored. "I entrust you with his death. I shall ensure that your fight will go without interruption." Zuriel said to Orochi and Viserys as they rushed in, turning around himself to engage the Shoota-Skorchas which attempted to charge into Galen and Kleos. "Not on my watch!" The Viceroy roared, shoulder-bashing one Ork to throw him off balance before diagonally bisecting the Ork before him, cutting him apart. Although he was rewarded with a bath of flames, his mission to allow the devastators to act freely was fulfilled. And they made great use of the moment as Galen brought Magnificence around and filled a Choppa & Shoota wearing Kommando with heavy bolter rounds from head to toes mid-air as he was leaping. "No mercy for those of Armageddon." He exhaled under his breath. The only reason he didn't fire on the Skorchas was because of the proximity of Zuriel and the smoke from the incineration making it hard to have proper aim. Kleos had a similar sentiment towards the greenskins as the Lance of Murder awoke with a loud roar, but not worried about the small foes, he followed Goreparan's advise, as well as Viserys distraction maneuver and brought it up against the Heavy Stubber Kommando. "We shall see who has the bigger weapon, foul greenskin!" The Flesh Tearer grinned under his helmet, unleashing relentless barrages on him. But many of the shots were absorbed by a kustom field, leaving him with only non-critical wounds. "MY DAKKA IS DA BIGGEST!" He groaned, stomping his foot down and unleashing a barrage of death against the Devastator who just shot him, surprisingly wounding him as the armor piercing ammunition managed to penetrate the power armor. Harvom & Narok Clawtaker figured that he would be best in paying off his debt from earlier of the day and aid the Librarian to get even. As Narok managed to expose an Ork's heart and went just for the finishing shot, another Kommando wielding a Speshul Shoota appeared seemingly out of nowhere next to him. "Bai bai. Weirdboy." The Ork grinned cockily, just about to pull his trigger when suddenly a Wolf was on his shoulders, without much ado but efficient and direct brutality, Harvom ram his power weapon into the skull of the Ork, three times to be accurate in the same spot, splitting it open like a log - having cut not just skull but also brain in clean halves. Before the Kommando even dropped, the Space Wolf jumped off of him and sent the corpse non-existing face first to the floor. Goreparan The Apothecary engaged the choppa & shoota wielding orks, Galen having started the footwork for the Minotaurs assault. Sadly the cover was barely good enough for a man of his statue and left him well exposed. But at least it seemed to bring him good luck as his precise and controlled fire allowed him to down two Kommandos by himself. With bursts into their heads, he made sure to only fire to reload - not having wasted a single shell. But it came with sacrifice as a bundle of Stikkbombz were thrown his way, before even able to react he was engulfed in an explosion and shrapnel. One of them managing to penetrate his right helmet lens, but not quite pierce his eye. Though it was dangerously close to do so. Blessed by the machine spirit of his armour, that seemed to be the only damage - albeit his armor had now big patches of black scorch marks and it being covered in metal shards as well. Orochi & Viserys The heart of this battle would be to slay a king, even if said king was self-proclaimed and wore a crude crown. It would show fast however that Orochi was ridden with bad luck, almost as if he accidentally wore the armor of a Lamenter. He brought his Power Fist right against the pointy choppa (an orkified power sword) of the Ork. But it was the mix of the halo's field combined with the power sword that caused some sort of energy resonance, causing the energy field to detonate in a bright golden and blue burst that did not just sent Orochi flying, crashing into Kleos, but also Viserys who was just about to attempt to cut the Bosses pokkit rokkit in half. The Blood Angel was slammed against a pillar with his back, but managed to land on his feet. He was yet denied blood of the greenskins, but at least he was once again the closest to Crownmakah. That was until he saw Lichas running across the battlefield, engaging with his Axe of Ultramar ready to take a swing at the Ork. Neither Viserys, nor Orochi would make it in time to stop him - even if they wanted to. Lichas "I will end this here and now!" The Omega-Marine bellowed, having seen it as an opportunity as the halo crackled but failed to engage. The Ork was not impressed, nor was he actually being intimidated as he laughed at the one-armed soldier. He brought his pointy choppa around to block the Axe of Ultramar, both being close face-to-face as their power fields clashed, the blade apparently having restored it's power while the halo has not. Lichas was growling, punching the Ork in the face with his half-arm. But the Ork just took the blow before shoving his Pokkit Rokkit in the face of the Omega Marine, hitting the trigger and blowing the Guilliman-descendants head off. The head was completely obliterated along with the helmet. But due to the proximity, Crownmakah blasted himself a bit too - his face having turned from green to black. He laughed as he kicked the head and armless corpse of the Astartes, then putting a foot of his on Lichas' chest. "Any un' elz wanna die?!" He chuckled, reloading the launcher once more as his Orks rallied with a loud 'WAAAGH!' having seen one of the Astartes fall was a huge morale boost and their ferocity increased immediately. OOC: Boss Crownmakah - Orky Halo, Pokkit Rokkit, Pointy Choppa (1H Power Sword) Kommandos - 9 total --- 2 Shoota-Skorchas (Orky Combi-Flamer) --- 5 Choppas & Shootas --- 1 Speshul Shoota (Shotgun) --- 1 Big Shoota (Heavy Stubber) @High_Adept_Zeth - Hesiod - Blood Angel - Techmarine @BadDo9 - Yeveri Ta'Shan - Salamander - Tactical @SpeceralWolfe - Ruine Master - Imperial Fist - Devastator @Jammysod - Alaster MacBaran - Storm Warden - Assault Marine "Nice prayer of yours. And I sure wish you success. But I believe in the opportunity to change our fates, Ruine. The fact that time has been distorted means that the future is uncertain and yet can be shaped anew." Tarcain the Blood Raven responded to the Imperial Fist. As the elevator came to a stop, the quartet of Astartes found themselves in a hallway that was free of combat. To the left, they would head back to the battlefield where Rolands forces were yet doing their best to keep the Orks contained in the initial landing zone. To their right, they would be heading off to the armory. Tarcain took a few steps towards the left, but did not run off on his own - seeing first who was going to join him. OOC: If you choose to go to the Armoury, you can emote to get your gear and get completely ready. If you choose to go the battlefield you may already emote to kill some stray Orks and/or interact with the Sons of Guilliman fighting there.
Orochi Mizakune slammed his fallen brother's power fist forward, only to have it connect with the distorted power field that came from between the ork's shield and his crude weapon's power field, tossing him like a rag doll backward towards his brothers. Colliding with his brother Devastator and his other assault marine brother, he was glad to have had a helmet on, as having it otherwise would likely have resulted in a concussion. Quickly scrambling off of them, he deactivated the power field in his power fist before offering his only working hand to the both of them. "Apologies brothers. I should really have activated my jump pack before I decide to go flying." However, Orochi had not noticed their other assault marine brother charge the warboss. Almost in slow motion, he moved to activate his jump pack now, hoping to intercept the fight the moment he saw the pokkit rokkit begin to raise in Lichas's direction. Still, the Ronin would never make it in time, and as he began his descent down upon the warboss he watched as the limp and headless body of Lichas fall to the side. Activating the power field of his weapon again, Orochi roared as he struck at the warboss from above. "You will pay for his death in blood greenskin! I swear this by the Shogunate and the Emperor!" @Avenging-Angel
"I will join you shortly brothers... I must first reclaim my gear, it is of significant importance to my chapter. Though have not any fear for I shall join you in battle as soon as I am geared." Ruine bows to them and sprints to the armory with haste as he would hate to see his brothers do all the purging without his aid.
@BadDo9 @SpeceralWolfe @Jammysod As the elevator clanged with a shudder to their destination, Hesiod stomped ahead to the battlefield without hesitation, turning at the waist only to glance at the Imperial Fist: "Admirable, brother. Protect and care for your wargear so that it may care for you on the field of battle." Techmarine added as his voice deep voice resonated down the hallway. Noting the Blood Raven next to him, he queried about his previous comment, his usual grim curiosity peaked: "Time distortion brother? How did you get in the hands of the Inquisition in the first place?" Hesiod querried as he mused himself at the possibility of answers to his questions. The only instance where the effect of time distortion is possible is within the warp, usually during releases of massive energies, such as translations to the Empyrean. Noting the counter to the surgical bombardment that slowly ticked away in the corner of his helmet`s visor, he made haste to the battlefield. With a silent prayer he pressed the activation rune on the pollaxe, and the weapon spat lightning as it energized its power field. Once again upon the hangar deck, Hesiod stomped ahead, moving over the blood soaked decking, over corpses and rubble alike.
@Uriel1339 @High_Adept_Zeth @SpeceralWolfe Yeveri looked between the two groups and hesitated for just a moment before turning to Hesiod and moving also towards the armory. As much as he desired to get to the fight and help with the orks, he was unsure about this new brother - and yet there was also a chance that the armory could have something too powerful for this imperial fist. Or these orks had snuck behind their lines and would try to steal something from the armory. As well, getting the Astartes in his armor would be faster with someone to help him if the serfs and servitors were gone. "Brother Hesiod, I will return to the battle as soon as I can. I am moving to make sure the armory has stayed secured. With that, they headed off to the armory..
@WanderingJester "No apologies needed brother." Accepting Orochi's assistance Viserys watched with dismay as Lichas was killed by the warboss. Roughly holstering his bolt pistol Viserys swept forward and took up Lichas' Axe of Ultramar, silently mouthing a prayer for forgiveness. Seeing as how Orochi was striking from above Viserys went for Crownmakah's legs, using his power sword to fend off any attack whilst swinging the Axe at Crownmakah's left knee.
Alaster kept his distance from Tarcain, feeling nothing but distrust regarding his odd rambling. It all seemed vaguely disturbing and ominous from his point of view. He mumbled something about making haste before stepping out of the elevator and rushing in the direction of the armoury. Partly so that he could get equipped before the battle was over and to keep away from the Blood Raven for as long as he possibly could.
Harvom quietly regarded the dead Kommando for a moment, chalking it up as another debt paid. Axe went back to his side in exchange for bolter. It was time to go loud and stay loud and the Wolf Scout lets bolter barrel rest easily in the firing embrasure notched into his combat shield, facing the big shoota toting Kommando and letting rip with a series of bolts. It seemed counter-infiltration was working well for him so far, thusly the Space Wolf contented himself with the mundane and kept on supporting his team with fire.
"Thanks for the save brother." Narok said as he watched the Kommando fall, Keeping on the commandos with there short ranged weaponry Narok took aim at another kommando with there so called special shooters, Takining aim this time for the neck and longs Narok began letting shots fly towards the kommando
