With a single blast of plasma all hell broke loose. Shot flew forth and disintegrated a Servitor with an embedded chainsword and las-gun, droplets of plasma eating into the barricade before it. Message was replaced with a single flat line tone that dug into the ears of the Orks, rising in pitch until it would actually become disorienting to them, deafening in that they wouldn't be able to hear each other, after too much longer they might even end up going deaf. Foot falls masked by the sound several Skittari appeared to their flanks from shadowed passages nearby while within the Armory every Servitor was suddenly raising their weapons and drawing beads on the Orkstartes. Further back behind the lobotomized cannon fodder anti-grav engines hummed to life and a heavy cannon of some fashion rose up. Its sleek barrel was tailed by threaded coils attached to a pair of fancy looking gubbins. A single cloaked figure was kneeling down in cover beside the weapon, making a few last second adjustments before lowering itself further and well out of the line of fire.

Weapon loosed a distorted beam toward the clustered Orkstartes, only managing to just overshoot them. Shot collided with a wall several yards back and instantly metal crumpled up like a crushed wad of paper, apparently the cyborgs were packing graviton weaponry. To their sides the Skittari were closing, any ranged equipment heavier than pistols absent. In turn they carried more electrified close combat weapons that were as varied as the xenos'. All the while they seemed utterly immune to that blasted tone which was burrowing deep into their ears, affecting balance and distorting vision.


Kill Mob Orkus Primus:
Slagface: 10 Snejk: 10 Barok: 12 Tuska: 10 Zakilla: 10 Orskurr: 13 Nokx: 8
Conditions: Tuska: Scrap 6/30. Until silenced the constant tone being broadcasted through the area causes all attacks to be made at +1 against the Orkstartes due to disorientation.

Stranded:
Servitor Horde: 25 Skittari: 7/7/7/7 Graviton Cannon: 10
Conditions:

@Jorimel @GobMaw_HellSmasha @Colapse @Grall_Stonefist @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Skarboy @bossaroo

Zakilla looked on in astonishment at the big canon "dat big dakka gun iz mine i callz it !" Zakilla shouted out before anyone else could as he loosed a charged blasta shot into the skitarii ranks trying to stay back from their melee weapons shouting "FOR DA EMPRAWAAAAAGH !!!!!"

Barok dident even care to yell what he wanted to do, in due to the extremely annoying and deafening noise, instead Barok just answered with his own cacophony of sound as his big shoota spun up once more, and he fired at the cyborg oomie grunts, if they killed the meatshield first, the could get to the big things faster.

"Skkater bruvas!" Snejk shouted, trying to be heard over that ugly sound and added another "For da Emperwaaagh!" just to keep it proper. He also gripped his new shoota but instead of firing back, he tried to find some sort of a passage that would lead him away from the current battle and into the darkness beyond which he could use to perhaps try and flank the "flankers", that big gun crew but more importantly, find from where this sound was being broadcasted and shut it down because it started making his head hurt. More than he liked anyway.

Nokx waz not a 'eadbanger. Not wivaht sum kinda proper toonz. Dis waz not wunna dose.

"OI SHUTTIT YA ZOGGA!" he advised, but the mechanical contrivance didn't seem to pay him any heed. He brandised Jusdis and, deciding that he didn't really have the dakka for proppa shootin', he decided to charge up the left flank. Nokx was an assault git anyway, he knew his place was up close and personal. Time to get all up in someone's actual grill.

He charged at the flanking servitors, swinging the Stikkchoppa in an arc left and right, trying to take out as many of the mechanical runts as he could.

"Bruvvas! For da Emperwaaaaaagh! For da Noight 'Aunter! WAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!"

"Agh me ears ya gitz now datz not foightin fair!" Tuska yells as he tried to cover his ears but ended up hitting himself in the face with his dentfixa. After rubbing his face a bit he brought up his shoota and started shooting where the sound apeared to be coming from as that bothered him the most the rest of the mechanical gits can just be smashed and looted later. To ensure he at least comes close to hitting the target he grabs the shoota with both hands and starts to actually aim at where he thought the sound was coming from.

(OOC yep Tuska uses actual aiming or at least trying to aim.)

Zakilla lead the mob into their counter-counter attack on the approaching cyborgs and their mechano-flesh slaves. Bounding straight toward the Goff Angul was a Skittari with reversed jointed legs. Twisting and side stepping around the other Orkstartes with twisting limbs warrior brandished a pair of scrap daggers. Somersaulting over Slagface it landed a few paces away and lurched in, straight into Zakilla's sights! Unfortunately the bravery of overcharging a plasma weapon backfired on the Ork and the shot went haywire and disintegrated inside the barrel, washing both parties with heat enough to blister Zakilla's skin and fry several of the Skittari's more sensitive implants as it strode right into the ensuing cloud of heat.

Barok had his mind elsewhere and planted both boots down firmly. Leaving the flanking Skittari to the rest rotary kannon spun up and began to unload on the horde of Servitors. Several of the shambling slaves lifted hardwired weapons to fire in response and the air between both groups was drowned in live rounds. Solid shot and lasers alike stung the Iron Stompas form, yet true to stereotype the nob was as tough as they came. In turn so were the barricades covering the Servitors against the deluge of heavy shot. As it stood both sides were locked in a stalemate.

Snejk vanished in the midst of unfolding chaos. Tumbling between two Skittari and hightailing it down the same hall they emerged from, the Solid Squig came upon an uneven section of wall. Orkish instinct urged him to give it a shove and like that another projection rippled around his hand, flickering in and out of existence with a texture like static. Giving a kunningly brutal grin Snejk snuck into the Armory. Taking up position just inside the nob had a perfect view of what other traps lay in store for the team. Several meters off the floor and standing on what used to be a weapons wrack eight levels high was the Skittari with its arc rifle that had claimed two of their bruvas earlier. On a second floor security office with a single set of stairs leading up to its corner perch was some form of control room and another cyborg 'umie watching the floor below with a face hidden behind crimson hood. Several loud speakers were strewn through the room emitting the sound.

It was a bad day to be a Night Ork, as Nokx quickly learned why a good number of his former Chapta ran away from fights so often as they did. Launching himself boldly into the fight the Nob braved a storm of shots from the Servitors, and Barok, as he lunged through their back and forth fusillades to reach the enemy. Four of the lumbering brain dead automatons died in two strokes as prodigious greenskin strength saw them sawed apart. Two more closed in through the broad swipes and jammed him up good with chain swords that had replaced their hands, momentarily pinning him in place for the arc rifleman to line up a shot. Looking to claim a third kill this day Skittari let loose and a stinger of lightning slammed into Nokx, frying half his face and shorting out the tepid life in both Servitors, their heavy forms of implants and dead flesh tumbling aside.

Tuska was having his own problems right now unfortunately. Two of the Skittari had closed in upon the Tek-git recognizing him as one of the Ork odd boyz and from the particularly heretical mek strain that offended the Omnissiah so. Servo-arm reached out and caught one, more so punched as once again Tek-git forgot to order its limbs open, while the other received a few point blank rivet shots through a thin layer of sub-dermal armor. A shock maul whipped overhead and clubbed into Tuska's shoulder but at this stage in his career the machine worker could handle a bit of zapping, any Ork Tek-git worth his salt zapped himself at least a dozen times daily just by tinkering.

Then it came down to Orskurr and Slagface whom weren't so much mucking about as they were figuring out what to krump. Being the well meaning and taktikul minded fella he was the Ultra-Ork marched into the Armory to support Nokx. Slugga punched a Servitor off its own flat feet and left it slumped over the barricade, nutrient gruel and blood pouring out of its cranium. With a mechanical hiss another of the cannon fodder mounted on three spindly scrap limbs hopped over and used its paired razor blade hands to slice and dice. Eight different gashes parted Orskurr's green flesh but it was of minimal pain and minor damage, choppa putting a quick end to that nonsense as the Orkstartes demonstrated how to properly engage in close quarters combat.

Slagface was left dealing with the last two as of yet unoccupied Skittari. An ill fated attempt and thrust his spike adorned face into the cyborg was proved a fools errand when mechanical warrior simply side stepped and punched into the back of his head. Skittari's cybernetic arm jolted and jittered as it was overcharged with enough strength to actually floor Slagface, nob suffering from a now broken jaw thanks to a combination of impact and the scrap stake in his face being jarred even deeper into his cranium. Second such opponent stepped up and without any flourish rammed a shock prod into his back. Piercing powa arma and poking its way into his spine the former gladiator was shocked for the umpteenth time today. Several seconds later both Skittari turned away and vaulted off for fresh targets, leaving a now largely blackened nob behind. Unable to feel his limbs Slagface would be laying there for a few seconds... but they had made a grave mistake thinking him dead.

Kill Mob Orkus Primus:
Slagface: 6 Snejk: 10 Barok: 12 Tuska: 9 Zakilla: 8 Orskurr: 11 Nokx: 4
Conditions: Tuska: Scrap 6/30. Until silenced the constant tone being broadcasted through the area causes all attacks to be made at +1 against the Orkstartes due to disorientation. Slagface is Stunned for 1 turn.

Stranded:
Servitor Horde: 18 Skittari: 5/3/6/7/ 6 [Arc Rifle] Graviton Cannon: 10 Figure in the Office: ???
Conditions:
@GobMaw_HellSmasha @bossaroo @Colapse @Jorimel @Skarboy @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Grall_Stonefist

Zakila grunted as his weapon back fired. He took the steaming remains of the barrel and attempted to smash it into the face of his foe with the intent of roasting the git

Orskurr brought Backstabber to a screeching halt in an attempt to throw the Mek 'Umie blood from the blade, red eyes glaring about the armory as he looked for anything useful to bring to bear in the here and now. If he still had Basha then the multi-bladed foe would never have touched him. Half considering hefting the servitor to absorb a few hits, the Ultra-Ork hiked a thumb towards the office. "What ya'z say, Squig? Take da fancy 'un an' da snipa?" Da 'Eadsman reloaded his Slugga and hunkered down, ready to pop shots as needed but preferring to lay low until a plan was in place.

It felt like Slagface has been prodded and shocked enough time to power an entire kroozah. Not to mention his brilliant plan of having a large sharp jagged bit of metal lodged into his face had some unforeseen circumstances which rendered it to be more of a liability then a weapon of his. He wasn't exactly feeling great as of this moment. Rendered immobile for a little bit Slagface laid there. It hurt, which meant he was still alive. Which meant he could still make them hurt for making him feel hurt. Being essentially left for dead- something he already experienced once before-Slagface was downright furious with everything, thinking of just how he should krump those gits and waited till he had enough feeling in him aside from pain to do so.